As you're driving to the lab you look at the picture of the girl again. "Damn Jack, what have you gotten yourself into", you mutter? They were very sketchy on the details of your transformation. You assume it's going to be some sort of advanced plastic surgery, but really have no idea. You figure that's why they selected you. Aside from your training and vast experience you're not that big of a guy. You're below average for a man, but that's always made you work harder, made you stronger as far as you're concerned. Your Mom was also a dance instructor. You'd help her out with her classes. You smile to yourself as you remember that one of the classes she taught was adult dancing and pole dancing. It was every teenage boy's dream. What really has you confused is that they said physically you'd be ready to begin your assignment tomorrow. You never heard of any surgery you could recover that quickly from.
You pull up to the building where the lab is located and your concerns increase. The security there is tight. You recognize the swagger of the guards from your time in the service. You'd bet a weeks pay they're special forces, or at least were. The weapons they're carrying are high end and fully auto. You're waved through and make it to the building where you're escorted in. After passing through several other checkpoints you make it to the lab. from what you can see it's not equipped for surgery. Doctor Jacks, the doctor you spoke to at police headquarters walks up as you're looking around. "Is there something wrong detective", he asks? You look directly at the doctor and say, "Yes, this doesn't look like any surgery room I ever seen. Everything else I've seen so far screams government project and by the security a very classified government project. That begs another question. Why contact a local police agency offering to use this classified tech to help them bring down a local mob boss"? Doctor Jacks smiles and says, "I can see why you were selected. That was a very good observation and mostly true. Why would we want to help you take down a local mob boss"? You raise an eyebrow. You're good at word games, but are usually the one playing them. "My guess is that he's not that local and threatens either this project, or the country somehow. You want him taken out in a way that there won't be a connection to the feds though", you offer. Doctor Jacks replies with, "Very good. Also if you're found out the government will disavow any knowledge and you'll be stuck as a woman". You feel your chest tighten some.
The Doctor walks you into the lab. You finally work up the nerve to ask the question. "I take it that this is a little more than just advanced plastic surgery", you say. The Doctor turns and says, "I guess I can brief you now. What we have perfected is................
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