The Ultimate Infiltrator
by: Prudence Walker

 

Chapter Three

Everyone started talking at once; Anne was shocked at actually witnessing a change, and was asking if Keith was okay. The others, being used to seeing these types of changes, weren’t as shocked as surprised at the way the change occurred. They were more interested in the cue that had prompted the changes. As they were grilling Keith on what and how he had started the change, Keith yelled.

"Enough! Please give me a chance to recover."

Stephanie took one glance at Keith’s thunderous look and went into mother mode, saying.

"She’s right, oops sorry Keith...I meant..."

"For appearances sake, call me Genni. Seeing I’m her clone," Keith sighed. "Keith doesn’t exactly seem to fit any more."

"Look why not stay ay my place for tonight," replied Pam. "I have a daughter your age... um, well your size anyway," she added, hastily. You can share some of her clothing for now, till we see Prue tomorrow, Anne your welcome to stay too."

Genni, as he was calling himself said, "Okay," then looked pleadingly at Anne willing her to say yes.

"All right, but I’ll have to make a call to the duty nurse to get someone to take my shift tomorrow," was her answer.

"Great, I’ll take you home when my shift’s finished," replied Pam.

"Pam, you can go now, with full pay plus a bonus for your generosity," interrupted Stephanie.

"You’re sure it’s okay?" asked a surprised Pam.

"Yes and don’t come in till I call you, I want to make sure Prue’s at the plant before you arrive," Stephanie said, stressing the point.

Pam went and changed out of her lab coat and grabbed her bag, showing Anne and Genni to her car. A short drive away, they came to a typical suburban home with a white picket fence.

Entering, they were shown to a guest room containing a double bed; Pam said to Anne that she could borrow a nightgown of hers for the night.

Pam then called for her daughter, Kim.

"Kim, I would like you to meet Genni, she’s staying the night and she needs to borrow some clothes and a nightgown."

Genni looked at the slender girl with her auburn hair falling in waves to her shoulders. It was then that he realised the extent of this latest change, apart from the hair colour and obvious facial differences, she was exactly like Kim in build and height. A modest 34 ‘B’ cup and 5’5" high, *I’ve gone from a 34 year old man to a 27 year old woman to a 15 year old girl, * he thought.

"Hello Genni, boy… it looks like you’re almost wearing a hookers outfit," she laughed.

"It does, doesn’t it," Genni grinned wryly, trying to make light of it.

"Let me guess...you’re a transformee from HB, right?"

"How did you guess?"

"Duh, you just told me," then she laughed at his expression. "Okay, my mom who works there making up nanites to change people, comes home with a girl who’s obviously wearing clothes belonging to an older woman... well it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out."

"Was it an accident?" she continued, as she led him into her bedroom. "I mean the change, it wasn’t planned obviously, or you would have had clothes ready to wear."

Genni, looked at her, wondering if she would be shocked if he revealed who he really was, then deciding to be truthful up to a point.

"I was a man originally, then I became a woman, now this, all in the space of a day. Yes your right, it wasn’t voluntary, I had no control over the changes," he added.

"Wow, totally awesome," she replied. I knew there was something wrong, look... I’ll help you okay?"

Genni smiled. "Thanks, all I need is something plain to wear, no makeup," he added hurriedly.

"With that face? You hardly need any... well some lipstick," she giggled.

"Ugh."

"Here, try this."

Kim had pulled out a short pleated skirt in green and a white blouse, handing them to a reluctant Genni, while she rummaged in the closet for some shoes. She came back with a pair of low-heeled court shoes in black. She then proceeded to look for underwear while getting Genni to strip.

~OOOo~

Dressed, and feeling somewhat more comfortable in Kim’s clothes than the oversized ones of Anne’s. Genni sat in the lounge with Kim, while Pam and Anne were preparing dinner.

"So what’s it like? Being female I mean," inquired Kim, curiously.

"Strange, the clothing leaves me with the feeling of being exposed. The panties are so thin and delicate, compared with my old ones and with the skirt there’s the absent of material confining the legs like a pair of pants. It feels very airy, very open and I get the feeling that everyone can see my underwear. Overall, apart from the bra, everything feels nicer, smoother more silkier." Genni replied, getting a faraway look on his face.

"What about the physical side of it?" Kim pressed.

"Well, I haven’t had time for much exploration. I guess it’s okay... having breast’s feels a bit odd, the sensation of having weight where there was none before. They are now far more sensitive than they were as a man, and they are definitely pleasurable in terms of sensation. The other end, well, as I said, I haven’t had time to really experiment, but the absent of something hanging between my legs is noticeable, but not unduly so."

"Oh? I thought that would have been the biggest difference you would have noticed between the sexes," replied a surprised Kim.

"Yes me too, but it’s weird I don’t feel like its been cut off or anything it sort of feels like normal. The sensations are only noticeable when I do things like cross my legs or actually touch it with my fingers, then the sensations are noticeably different."

Conversation came to a halt as they were called in for dinner. Genni was quiet, listening to the others talking about the changes and what it was going to mean to her. ! HER! *Oh god, * Genni realised that for the first time she was starting to accept the referrals to her new gender without thinking. Getting up, she rushed to the bedroom and flung herself face down and started to weep. Anne was quickly there asking her what was wrong; as she tried to comfort her she turned to her and tried to explain between sobs.

"Its like my mind is changing," she cried.

"My poor baby, I wish I could tell you it will be okay," Anne sighed.

"You still remember being Keith?" Anne asked, anxiously.

"Oh yes, that’s unchanged. I’m not becoming Genni in anything but physically, but I started thinking of myself as female, that’s what scares me."

"Genni, it’s okay I’m sure its only temporary. Wait till you get your own body back, I’m certain things will get back to normal then."

"I hope so, not that this isn’t an interesting experience, but it’s not just me," she said jokingly.

"Come on lets get desert, I know Pam has lemon meringue pie," goaded Anne.

"Hmmm, yummy."

~OOOo~

Next morning, Keith, in the guise of Genni, woke slowly. Her thoughts were fuzzy at first as she wondered if the last 24 hours was all a bad dream.

As she rolled over to face… Anne? Two things brought her suddenly to full wakefulness. One Anne was beside her, which wasn’t unusual in its self, but the fact that Anne’s hand was draped across Genni’s breasts, the other? Well, as she rolled towards Anne the sheer silkiness of the nightgown sent shivers up and down her body as it slithered against her sensitive nipples.

She groaned, as everything came back to her, the changes, the people that were after Keith. The thought crossed her mind that even if she could return to being Keith, would it be advisable until she learned about who they were and what was their agenda.

As she pondered these questions, the call of nature started insisting that she relieve herself. Slipping out of bed, she padded quietly to the toilet. At least that part was the same as she sat, thinking back to last night and her first experience in bladder release. It was so much messier everything seemed to feel wet, this time, spreading her legs seemed to improve things.

Finishing, she started to wipe as normal, but then recalled Anne’s carefully given advice from the last time, and wiped carefully away from the infection prone vaginal area.

Just as she was passing Kim’s room, on the way back from having a brief shower, it opened and an arm reached out and pulled her inside.

"Hey, I was just going to get dressed, you do realize I’ve nothing on under this towel? Protested Genni.

"Nothing I haven’t seen already," laughed Kim, "anyway that’s why I got you in here. I have just the right outfit for you to meet Prue in."

"What’s so special about this Prue woman, that I have to go to all this trouble?" protested Genni.

"Well for one," Kim said, ticking her fingers. "She’s the originator of the HuggleBug concept, she’s powerful, and she will either make you disappear completely if necessary or she’ll bend over backward trying to help you, and if your lucky it won’t cost you a cent." Kim replied, checking to see if this was sinking in.

"Okay then, do your worse, I get the idea," Genni answered ruefully.

"First... we need....."

~oOOo~

"and this......now makeup..."

"But."

"Shush, and stop squirming."

~OOOo~

"See I told you so," said a satisfied Kim.

"It’s okay for you, you’re a girl."

"Well unless boys have started growing breast’s and doing without a penis, I think you qualify too," she giggled.

"I hope seeing this Prue woman is going to be worth all this bother," Genni complained. "I’m wearing clothing that tight and revealing, and it feels odd. My hair is all styled and my face is covered with makeup. I’m scared to do anything with my hands in case I mess things up."

Kim laughed, "Silly, that’s why we always carry a hand bag? If we mess our makeup or hair, there’s a solution in our bags, hair brush and lipstick along with few other essentials."

"Why not wear looser clothing so you can have pockets like the men." Genni moaned looking at herself in the mirror.

"You may look like a girl, but you sure don’t think like a girl," Kim aid cryptically.

"Thank god, that would be the last straw," sighed Genni.

~oOOo~

Not having to get to work, until they received the call that told them that Prue had arrived. The others had decided to sleep in late and have brunch, instead of breakfast. When the girls were called, there were gasps of surprise at Genni’s appearance.

Genni, seeing that she was going to be the center of attention, had decided that she would try to act and look as feminine as she could for appearances sake. She knew she wasn’t going to feel anymore embarrassed than she was already, so decided to go all out. She twirled, so they could get the full effect of Kim’s ministrations and said.

"Well? Do I pass?"

"Yes, I don’t see a sign of Keith anywhere," replied Anne admiringly.

"Well let me tell you, I’m still here underneath all this frippery. I feel like I’m hanging on to my old self with my fingernails," Genni looked at her nails and started to giggle. "At least, I’ve got a great set of nails to do the job," she said, trying to pull herself together.

Brunch ended up consisting of omelets and bacon sandwiches with orange juice for the girls and perked coffee for Anne and Pam. Genni looked longingly at the coffee, but refrained from asking for a cup.

Just as they had finished clearing away the dishes, the phone rang. Pam went to answer it as the girls went to fix up their faces again. Genni was fast tiring of the never-ending need to re-apply make up.

Pam called them back into the dinning room to say that Prue had just arrived at the plant, and that they were to get to the company, ASAP.

On the way there, Genni was getting apprehensive. *What if she was stuck? Was there an alternate answer? This was getting too much. Could Prue really make her disappear? She hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but there was a lingering doubt. *

Arriving was anticlimactic, they were ushered back into the same office as before, but there sitting behind the desk was a statuesque blonde, her figure stood out at a 38D, 22, 36. Pam gasped, and Stephanie grinned at her reaction.

"Prue looks little different from her last visit, doesn’t she?" she grinned.

"That’s for sure," Pam recovered quickly. "Been using the product again I see," she laughed.

"Oh sorry, this is Genni, formerly Keith and this is Anne, Anne, Genni, this is Prue, the president of HuggleBugs," said Pam. introducing them to the blonde. "She doesn’t normally look like this, usually she’s a petite brunette with a slightly smaller bust line," she added, grinning.

Prue stood and came round to them each and gave them a welcoming hug.

"I see we have a problem," she replied in a sultry voice. "Excuse my appearance I was taking a much needed holiday from both work and myself," indicating her body with a graceful sweep of her hand,

"Some vacation," muttered Genni,

"Yes," replied Prue, smiling for the first time. Now lets get down to cases shall we, from the information faxed me aboard my flight, you have in your body a modified nanite originating from one of our own."

"That’s correct," said Stephanie.

"Is it safe?" Prue asked, looking at Stephanie.

"From the tests we ran overnight, we found that the nanite can’t spread beyond the host body. It dies after an hour and seems to reject hosting in another’s blood," Stephanie replied, handing Prue some lab reports.

"Well that’s good, I didn’t want to have to isolate you for the rest of your life Genni," returned Prue.

Genni shuddered at that thought.

"Okay I think first, we need to establish a few things, about what it can and cannot do," suggested Prue, getting serious.

"Also we need to find the triggering mechanism. Anne I think this may take some time, I suggest you go home and carry on with your normal routine until we find something concrete."

Anne got up, saying she would be on her normal afternoon shift and gave Stephanie her cell phone number just in case. Genni went and gave her a hug, telling her to be careful.

~OOOo~

The rest of Genni’s day was taken up with tests and meticulous step-by-step recount of her thoughts just before each change. It turned up the fact that each time she had thought of the person that she had changed into. Her mind had been in a certain emotional state; it had included a slight sexual content, before it had triggered the change. She had demonstrated this by trying to recall her exact thoughts she had of Anne when the first change occurred. Her body responded by becoming Anne’s again.

"Try and think of your male body in the same way," suggested Prue. Still a little startled by the rapid change.

Keith, now in Anne’s body tried it, a fleeting thought went past that she had to think of her male body with something approaching an attraction, which set her wondering, was that something she could do?

Picturing her male body naked, a sight she was familiar with from coming out of a shower and standing in front of the mirror as she dried herself, she realised with a shock, two things. One...she started to get feelings of arousal, as her nipples tightened, and she felt something starting to happen between her legs. And two...she must have managed to trigger the change as she started to get taller.

Becoming a male again, felt odd as the breasts retreated back into his chest losing that feeling that he’d just fleeting felt. As his muscles bulked out again and a strange tingling sensation heralded his returning male equipment, he felt an odd sense of loss. Shaking off the previous thoughts of being turned on by a male body, the realization hit him that he had in fact become a woman to a certain degree to be able to be turned on by the thoughts he’d had of a male body.

As he examined his old familiar contours he had a feeling like it was wearing an old pair of shoes, comfortable and broken in. Prue had handed him a robe as she looked appreciatively at his naked torso. Keith blushed all the way to his toes realising that a certain part of him had risen to give a salute to Prue’s beauty.

Prue’s good-natured chuckle came to an abrupt halt, when Stephanie rushed out of her office with an ashen face, calling to Prue that Anne had been taken hostage.

Keith and Prue nearly collided in getting to the office door; Keith barely paused to allow Prue slip past him before he too was crowding around the tele-conferencing monitor that Stephanie had indicated.

Prue had held Keith back out of sight of the shrouded face on the screen.

"Ah…so you are the president of the famous HuggleBugs company," the face sneered sarcastically.

"I am she," Prue answered haughtily. "What do you want?"

"I have a certain party that has visited you today. I want you in exchange."

"I don’t know what you’re after, or even who you are," she replied furiously.

"Who I am does not concern you, but I need a certain something that I believe you have in your possession. Something that I know you have."

"Why do you need me perhaps I could return this something in return for this person you have."

"Don’t play games with me, I’ve been around way longer than you and I know a con when I hear one. No, I need you, plus the object in question. Unfortunately, my researchers all died along with their notes, but I do know roughly the line of research and I also know a sample of that research survived. The captive’s boyfriend was observed retrieving it, unfortunately we lost all trace of him, but we are confident of his eventual capture.

"By taking you, I can dispense with this woman, as I’m sure that were in my hands and you required some equipment, your people would bend over backwards to supply it."

"All right, you have me over a barrel," sighed Prue. "Where do we meet, and when?"

"I’ll call you again in an hour with the details, I’m sure you’re too smart to inform the police."

As the picture went blank, Prue leaned back in her seat, looking pensive.

"It seems as if things have really gone down the toilet."

"You can’t go, you can’t help them, and even if you did, do you think they’ll let you go afterwards. No we’ll have to think of something else," urged Stephanie.

"No, there’s no alternative, I have to go, maybe I can turn things to my advantage," suggested Prue.

"Maybe not," Keith interrupted. "She’s my girlfriend, I should go, you could give me a nanite in that container that I could release and disable them with it."

He’s already seen me," Prue interrupted.

"Hmm," Keith mused.

~OOOo~

"I see you can follow instructions," came a voice out of the darkness. "Do you have the cylinder?"

"Yes I do, now where’s the hostage?" came a sultry voice, edged with concern.

"Step closer into the lamplight," came the voice. "When I’m sure its you, she’ll be released."

As the statuesque blonde stepped forward, the solitary lamplight highlighted her blonde tresses, concern was etched across her face and she nervously licked her ruby coloured lips.

"So, it begins," came the voice. At a gesture a figure stumbled forward towards the alleys exit. It was Anne, looking slightly disheveled. As she walked towards freedom she spied the woman under the lamp.

"Prue! Oh no, I’m so sorry," she cried, and started to run to her.

"NO Anne, just go NOW!" she demanded. Anne stopped, and then ran sobbing, out of the alley and into the street, leaving the blonde behind.

 

To be continued…

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