The agency knew where and who was being targetted for kidnap. A waitress at the diner witnesses a woman being hustled into a car. The report only the clinching piece of evidence where they were disappearing.
Targetting those who'd recently crossed the border, in hope of finding work. The majority of those taken were young attractive Latinas who wouldn't be missed, and weren't in the system.
As the best Spanish speaker, you were at the head of the list of candidates for this assignment. You might have tried a little less, had you known what was ahead of you. Now as you trudge across the dark night to the diner, you thoroughly regret it. The wind whistling through your legs constantly reminding you of your new sex. Feeling the heft of your bust with every stumble on the uneven ground.
A bust you heartily wish were far more modest, unfortunately owing to the extra mass of your male body, you were now blessed, or rather cursed with a prodigious bottom, and heavy and awkward chest.
A plea to have it reduced was dismissed by the doctor and his team. Your superior backing them, as you were more likely to be targetted for kidnap with an extra curvy body. With only a few scrunched up dollar bills, and a handful of Pesos, your disguise is complete.
Looking to the horizon, you can at least make out the individual windows on the diner rather than the bright spot it was previously. It's a relief to even reach the empty road and even ground. The neon sign proudly announcing the name 'Succulent Cactus', in lurid red.
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