Undercover

Joseph Mackenzie definitely had it made. Well, mostly. Ok, so he didn't have the money of the guys at the top, but he definitely had more than the ones at the bottom. And maybe he didn't have the power of those higher ups, but he could and did exercise his authority over those lower than himself. Also, he might not have all those women all over him, doting on him in a pretense of love, but he could afford to rent the next best thing. So, yeah, Joey Mack had it made. Mostly.

Then she appeared. Jess Delaney, the perfect woman. Smart, funny, with a face and figure most men could only dream about. She laughed at his jokes, smiled at his mistakes. She listened to every word he said, and she was incredibly easy to talk to. Too easy, actually. For all her great qualities, Jess did have one flaw, something Joey didn't discover until it was too late. Jess Delaney, his perfect woman, was a Federal Agent. A good one.

Before he knew what was happening, Joey found himself facing charges that would have put him behind bars for the rest of his life. Racketeering, smuggling, the whole line of possession with intent charges, enough to bury him two or three times over. And Jess, his beautiful Jess, had put together enough evidence to ensure a slam-dunk conviction. Under the circumstances, Joey had no real choice in the matter. When a deal was offered, he jumped at it.

Now, months later, Joey stared at his reflection in the mirror and asked himself, for maybe the thousandth time, how they did it. There'd been no surgery, or so they'd said. What had been done, the details, was classified, they said, need to know. And, of course, he didn't. Still, regardless of the methods, the results were impossible to ignore. For the person staring back at him was definitely not Joey Mack.

It started with long, slim, toned legs, rising to softly flaring thighs and slender hips. A slender waist swelled slightly into a chest supporting breasts a bit large for the rest of the frame, but not overly so. Atop a graceful neck rested a face with full lips, high cheekbones on either side of a slightly upturned nose, and large, deep violet eyes, all framed by waves of flaming red hair. Appearing to be in her mid twenties, this was no person Joey had ever met, but wished he had.

"I think that's got it."

"About time," Joey replied in his new voice. Soft, musical, the slightly lilting words matched this new body perfectly. "After three tries, I hope you got it right. I really don't want to go through that again."

"Why? Was there something wrong with the previous work?"

"No, I..." Joey paused. For some reason, he felt reluctant to tell Bert, the supervising tech on this project, not to mention his only contact, about the dreams he'd been having during the change. They'd been shapeless dreams, formless, yet powerfully erotic. "I'm just ready to get this over with," he finally said. "The sooner I finish this job, the sooner I get back to myself."

"Of course," Bert replied. "Now, if you'll get dressed, you can begin your mission briefing."

Nodding, Joey reached for his clothes, wondering as he did why he felt no discomfort being naked in this body in front of Bert. Quickly, he pulled the snug shorts over his slender hips, drew the light top over his head. No panties, no bra, but that, he'd been told, was part of his new persona. Slipping his feet into light sandals, he nodded his readiness.

Nodding, Bert opened a file he carried. "As of now," he said, "you are Jo Morris, recently arrived from the west coast. All records have been altered to include your new appearance. For the duration of this mission, Joseph Mackenzie no longer exists, at least not in any official way."

Bert flipped a page. "You," he went on, "are the daughter and only heir of a wealthy couple, recently deceased. You've come east to start over, away from the memories of your parents. You are ambitious, eager to succeed, and willing to get involved in questionable ventures in order to do so." Bert grinned. "In that respect," he added, "you're basically a female version of your old self."

"Very funny." Frowning, Joey crossed his arms. Then, realizing that this position pulled his shirt tighter over his breasts, he dropped his hands to his sides. "So what's the job?"

"You've just landed a lease in a small but exclusive apartment building," Bert said. "Five stories, with a single apartment on each floor. The occupants of the other four apartments are all of interest to us. We know they're all involved in illegal activities, but we can't get any details. Your mission is to befriend all four of them and find us the evidence we need to go in for a proper search. Your methods are, of course, up to you, but you are authorized to participate in unlawful activities as necessary to obtain the evidence required."

"And once it's done," Joey said, "once this is over, I go back to being me?"

Bert nodded. "After Jo Morris testifies, once we get the convictions we need, Jo Morris will cease to exist and you can go on with your life."

"Then let's get on with it."

***

Joey glanced around appreciatively. This new apartment, he thought, was everything they claimed. With its large, spacious rooms and luxurious furnishings, it was the perfect home for someone seeking a new life of ease. Situated on the third floor, it also placed him squarely in the middle of the building, with two of his targets above, two below. Satisfied with his surroundings, Joey began the process of unpacking and settling in.

Got to give them credit, he thought, they didn't miss any details. Most of his clothes were brand new, as if his new life included a brand new wardrobe. And every piece, from the shorts and tops to light dresses, seemed chosen especially to complement this new body. Somebody, he thought, had gone to great lengths to create the perfect image.

Well, maybe not so perfect. There was one problem with his new clothes, namely the shorts he now wore. Oh, they were attractive enough, molding smoothly to the curves of his tight new ass. It was the seam that was the problem. Pressed firmly against the juncture of his thighs, it seemed to shift with each motion, sending little warm shivers through him, a feeling not helped in the least by the way his nipples brushed against the soft material of his top. It was a definite distraction, but one he could live with.

After he was finished unpacking, Joey decided it was time to eat. The kitchen, he discovered, was already fully stocked. He wasn't at all sure about all the salads, chicken, fish, not to mention the wide array of flavored water. By choice, he went for steak and potatoes, with a good beer to wash it down, but he figured he could live with this for now. Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't afford to run out for a pizza or a cheeseburger now and then. Reluctantly, he settled down with a salad, only to hear the ringing of his doorbell.

"What now?" Rising, he moved through the apartment and opened the front door.

"Hello, neighbor."

For a moment, Joey could only stare at the small group in the hall. Then, shaking his head, he stepped back, allowing his guests to enter.

"I hope we're not interrupting anything. We just thought we should come over and make introductions."

"Um, sure," Joey replied, still trying not to stare. "I'm Jo."

"We know." The speaker, a tall, slender blonde, smiled. "We check out any prospective tenant. We're sure you'll make a great addition to the building. As for us..." She nodded toward the others, "Well, let's start with me. I'm Felicity, and I live on the top floor."

One at a time, Felicity introduced the others. Esmerelda, with her dusky skin and lush body, lived in number 4. Bethany, her athletic body topped by a mane of auburn hair, came from number 2. And Serena, her short, slender body and face that made her look like an oriental doll, lived in number 1.

"Now that that's over," Felicity said, "who brought the wine?"

"Me," Bethany replied, holding up a bottle. "Got any glasses?"

"Um, I think I should," Joey replied slowly. "I'm not completely settled in yet, so I may have to look for them."

"Oh, I know," Esmerelda grinned. "Moving into a new place can be such a pain. Took me weeks to remember where I put everything."

"Except your favorite toy," Serena added teasingly. Hearing this, Esmerelda laughed.

"No," she replied, "I always know where that is."

Shaking his head, Joey moved to the kitchen, searching the cabinets until he located glasses. Back in the living room, the five of them settled down, sipping wine and talking.

"So," Felicity began, "we heard about your parents. How did they die?"

"Car wreck."

"Really." Bethany shook her head. "We heard it was something involving a boat."

"It was," Joey said, thinking fast. "Their driver missed a sharp turn, went over the edge and right onto someone's yacht."

Bethany laughed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know it's not funny, but I couldn't help picturing the faces of the people on the yacht. Incoming!"

"Beth," Felicity said scoldingly, "you are evil. And you're right, it's not funny." Turning her gaze to Joey, she said, "So, what are your plans for the future?"

"I honestly don't know yet," Joey replied. "I just got here, don't know anybody."

Seated beside Joey on the couch, Esmerelda smiled. "Well," she said brightly, "now you know someone. You know us." As she spoke, Esmerelda shifted slightly closer, until her hip brushed against Joey's. "And we promise to take very good care of you."

Now why couldn't something like this have happened while I was me? Joey thought, feeling Esmerelda's fingers brushing against his thigh.

"Slow down, speedy," Serena teased. "Let her get used to us first."

"Party pooper."

"Actually," Felicity said, standing, "I'm sure you've still got a lot to do to settle in." Hearing this, the others rose to their feet. "We'll leave you to it. Once you've got things the way you want them, we'll throw you a little homecoming party. I'm sure we'll have you feeling right at home in no time." She smiled. "We're one happy family here, and I'm sure you'll fit right in."

"Family? Ew."

Felicity frowned. "Hush, Esmer. You'll have poor Jo here thinking we're a bunch of perverts if you're not careful." Turning, she moved toward the door, the others following. "Enjoy your afternoon," she added, "and welcome to your new home."

Later, as Joey was relaxing after dinner, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was only Felicity who stepped inside.

"Got a few minutes?"

"Sure."

Smiling, Felicity settled onto a chair. "I hope we didn't disturb you too much, dropping by that way."

"No," Joey replied, sinking onto the couch, "of course not. I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you."

"I'm glad to hear that. And don't mind Esmer. She can be a bit wild at times."

"She also," Joey pointed out, "has no concept of personal space."

Felicity laughed. "She's like that," she said. "And we have no desire to change her. We're close here, very close."

"You mean you're all lesbians?"

Felicity laughed again. "Heavens no," she replied. "We all like men. We just happen to like each other, too. And we have to be very careful who we let in here."

"Why is that?"

"Look at us. Young, healthy, single women with money. Half the people we meet want what we have, and the rest try to find some deep, dark reason we have that money. So we kind of look after each other. We check out anyone who comes in here." She grinned. "We probably know things about you that you forgot years ago."

"Really." Joey found himself hoping the background set up for him was thorough. "Well, maybe you can refresh my memory now and then."

"Glad to. We all have things we've forgotten, some because we wanted to." Smiling, she looked Joey up and down. "As to the other, ever been with another woman before?"

Strangely, Joey found himself blushing slightly. "Honestly," he said, "I would have to say the thought of trying lesbian has never even occurred to me."

"Would you be willing to try?" Smoothly, Felicity moved to sit beside Joey. Reaching up, she softly squeezed one breast. "I know I would."

Joey caught his breath, startled by the rush of warmth that filled his entire body. "I think," he said slowly, hearing the slight huskiness that had entered his voice, "that I might be open to persuasion. But what about the others?"

"They'll have their chance," Felicity replied, giving another soft squeeze. "As will I. But not tonight. This is, after all, your first night in your new home, and none of us will intrude on that. I just wanted to be sure you knew we're here if you need us." Leaning forward, she kissed Joey softly. "Or just want us," she added, rising to her feet.

"I'll keep that in mind," Joey said, his voice a bit shaky.

Felicity smiled. "Please do. Oh, and don't bother getting up. I can show myself out. Have a good night, Jo." With that, she slipped through the front door.

Or a cold shower, Joey thought, surprised by how much he'd enjoyed those simple touches.

Moving to the bedroom, he began looking for something to wear to bed. After several minutes of looking through an assortment of nighties, he shook his head and shut the drawer. Not yet. All of them would look good on this body, some would look fantastic, and a couple of them would beg to be torn off, but he wasn't ready to wear anything so openly feminine. The body might be female, but he was still male inside. All male, he told himself, touching one breast and shivering slightly. Shaking his head, he stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed. It had been a very interesting day, he told himself, then laughed. How, he wondered, could it possibly get more interesting?

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05.02.17

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