"Become her?" you gasp. "Sir, you can't be serious. This isn't going to work."
"Oh? Why not? You've done undercover work before."
Okay, that was true but always as a man. Actually there had been one time where you'd worn a dress to catch a particularly prolific hangbag snatcher but it had required a hell of a big dress to conceal your masculine physique enough to get him to take the bait. This was a husband and wife. They would be...intimate.
"Were you not listening to me, Agent Sharp?" you boss growls, as you try to explain this to him. "You're going to become her. Our lab boys are going to pump you full of her cells until you look, feel, sound like her. Inside and out. Was this not explained when you transferred?"
"I thought that was hazing, sir," you admit. "Even if, and its a big if, what you say is true, Lombardi is still going to notice something is up. It's his wife for God sake."
The Chief guffawed. "A mob boss's wife. All they gotta do is stand around and look pretty. You think these criminals care about them? Most of them are banging women on the side anyway. They're window dressing. Hell, you could swap them for a monkey in a dress, and half of them wouldn't notice as long as it gave good head."
"But, sir-"
"Look, you got five seconds before I give this job to Agent Johnson. Are you in or are you out?"
Agent Johnson? Like hell you'll let her take the glory of bringing in the city's biggest crime boss.
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