A dozen different fluids are injected into your body at once as you feel burning warm energy course through your veins as you begin to wiggle around, only being held in place by straps and the firm hands of various hazmat.
"Hold him down" You hear from somewhere as the sound from around you drowns out as your ears ring while your entire body continues to warm up. Static is sent surging into your bodily hair as it begins to evaporate in small bursts of warmth, yet instead of burns they instead leave behind smooth skin across your chest and armpits and other private spots.
You almost scream, yet you are a trained FBI undercover agent, trained to withstand all kinds of torture and scrutiny, you will hold steadfast.
The burning continues to move as you begin to move around your legs in response to them almost bursting, you feel your bones almost crack as your legs begin to slip down. Your shoes, made specifically for style yet also for combat, begin to wriggle free as your feet slim down. A hazmat quickly catches them as they fall from your feet, along with your socks. A pair of shrinking legs meet you gaze as you glance down, but rising energy across your veins prevents you for looking at it for long.
The fire progressing across your stomach as it begins to slim down, your toned athletic figure you've spent years developing for missions is quickly depleted and any fat is suffused around. You can feel some going down into your thighs while a good deal heads into your upper chest as two mounds of flesh begin to form.
'What the-' you begin to think as your hands also slim down, but a surge of pain to your head disrupts your train of thought. You feel your skull almost crack as your skin shrinks and molds into a new pettie form. Hair much darker than your own pours down obscuring your vision, but before you catch a quick glimpse of a mirror, the smooth flawless skin of a young woman is beginning to take shape, one which seems to be drawing more pale by the second.
Your eyes go bloodshot as they seem to change, and you pass out just as your breasts begin to form.
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You rise back up again in the room some time later. A few hazmats help you to your feet as you almost fall over due to being caught off balance. You are carried to a changing room where they begin to strip you of your suit and tie. You don't have the strength to resist at the time.
"Put these on" orders the lead Hazmat as a pile of clothes. Looking down, you comply. First you put on a dark skirt which seems rather small yet not too much that it would cause you any issues for public indecency. You then put a white shirt with a design of some anime-looking cat thing, you aren't really sure what it is but you put it on anyway. But first you put on a bra, something you embarrassingly require the help of a hazmat for.
'A bra... holy crap those CIA eggheads really did it..' You have heard rumours of the CIA experimenting to create the perfect infiltrate, but something that could change a man to a woman was not what you expected them to put together.
Sighing, you mask your confusion and embarrassment, you are a professional undercover agent, you've been in many different personas over the years, this will be no different.
You put the shirt on, which fits nicely around your new modest yet also noticeable breasts. The long sleeves pull over your now slender hands with ease. And finally you put on some heeled boots, very upscale by the looks of it.
"Amazing, you look just like her" The voice of the director suddenly says as you brush your now long black hair.
"Like wh-" You are about to continue when your new soft voice meets you, it sounds almost... cute. Blinking you continue on "Sound like who Director.. I know the CIA are good but is this specific disguise really necessary"
The Director at least looks apologetic, you glance a mirror. A young Asian woman stares back. Late teens it would seem judging by her... your new appearance. Shaking your head you look back at the Director, who has a hazmat hand you a handbag which you give a look over in confusion.
You pull an I.D out.
"Ayano Suzuki" You read the name aloud.
"Daughter of Banko Suzuki, a major executive in DataBling International. Before you ask, the original Ayano is fine. She got into an accident and is in a coma."
You nod slowly as the logic forms in your mind, such an opportunity to get some... imitate access to a high ranking DataBling member is not a chance which can be thrown away. Questionableness of this aside, you can see why they went ahead with it.
"I understand this is disorienting. But we must act quickly. To give a quick psyche overview now, Ayano is a spoilt brat of a teen to put it bluntly, very sweat to her ever giving father but also someone who always wants to get her way. Very into fashion and some anime considered cute. More information will be provided to you on the way. This is a top priority mission Agent. Do not disappoint."
You nod slowly. Yes this understand the importance of this. Whatever DataBling is planning, you are in a unique position to find out what it is.