Fiction crossdressing for my country

crossdress

“O-Oh man… Th-This is…intense,” said Secret Agent Steven Hanes to himself in the hallway mirror. Agent
Hanes was a part of a select group of Agents for the Central Intelligence Agency that got to use the new,
secret equipment that took undercover missions to the next level. The machines could literally change the
physical forms of those that use it.

Agent Hanes was on a very special mission. He had been for three months already. The CIA had been tracking a foreign terrorist that snuck into America a little over a year ago, and was said to be residing within New
York. His plan was to assassinate the President, and his cabinet, so that he and the group that he was said to be working for could eventually destroy and create their own America. The only problem, was that the man had gotten wind that the CIA was onto him. He began to use disguises to cover his trail, and the CIA would send agents to cover any possible areas that he could have been at. As for Agent Hanes, he had already gained the afiection of the terrorist, known as “Mr. X” after he saw Hanes in a ritzy bar in the Upper East Side. After a few drinks, Hanes, going under the alias of “Gwen” offered to show him a good time if they could get some
“privacy”.

Hanes pulled the top of his dress down to show an ample amount of cleavage. “Alright guys, do you have the tracking device showing on the GP S,” asked Hanes as he spoke into the headset covered by his hair. Once he got the affirmative, Hanes slowly walked over to the hotel room of Mr. X, stumbling in the high heels on his feet. “I hope you guys hurry the hell up. I’ve had enough of this body.” Hanes takes a quick, deep breath, preparing himself for the “good time” he promised. “I hope the CIA knows how to reverse this. This for my country.”


Fiction crossdressing for my country

crossdress

“O-Oh man… Th-This is…intense,” said Secret Agent Steven Hanes to himself in the hallway mirror. Agent
Hanes was a part of a select group of Agents for the Central Intelligence Agency that got to use the new,
secret equipment that took undercover missions to the next level. The machines could literally change the
physical forms of those that use it.

Agent Hanes was on a very special mission. He had been for three months already. The CIA had been tracking a foreign terrorist that snuck into America a little over a year ago, and was said to be residing within New
York. His plan was to assassinate the President, and his cabinet, so that he and the group that he was said to be working for could eventually destroy and create their own America. The only problem, was that the man had gotten wind that the CIA was onto him. He began to use disguises to cover his trail, and the CIA would send agents to cover any possible areas that he could have been at. As for Agent Hanes, he had already gained the afiection of the terrorist, known as “Mr. X” after he saw Hanes in a ritzy bar in the Upper East Side. After a few drinks, Hanes, going under the alias of “Gwen” offered to show him a good time if they could get some
“privacy”.

Hanes pulled the top of his dress down to show an ample amount of cleavage. “Alright guys, do you have the tracking device showing on the GP S,” asked Hanes as he spoke into the headset covered by his hair. Once he got the affirmative, Hanes slowly walked over to the hotel room of Mr. X, stumbling in the high heels on his feet. “I hope you guys hurry the hell up. I’ve had enough of this body.” Hanes takes a quick, deep breath, preparing himself for the “good time” he promised. “I hope the CIA knows how to reverse this. This for my country.”


An executive decision sissy fiction

crossdress

When Matt and Paul had their track scholarships revoked and were forced to drop
out of college, they did what any good-looking, self respecting 20 year old guys
would do…they opened their own modelling agency. Astonishingly, their business
struggled initially, in fact in the first three months they were hired a grand total of
once… well Matt was hired. as a hair model in a barbershop menu. Putting it down to
hard luck. the boys gave up on the project and moved on. Paul even scraped enough
cash together to go away travelling. And then one day out of the blue Matt received
an email offering a respectable amount of money to buy M&P Modelling. Matt
checked who it was from, Mr. Heinrich Bunnimacher, hmmmm sounds fake! Out of
curiosity, Matt agreed to go and meet him at his house.

Matt couldn’t believe it. It turned out Mr. Bunnimacher, a regal German gentleman,
was legit. He even had a whole bunch of modelling contracts lined up. Actual work!
What’s more he wanted to keep the current staff on the payroll (ie Matt and Paul)
and was offering perks, accomodation and allowances.

Do you mind if! ask why your so keen to buy our agency?‘ questioned a bemused
Matt.

Not at all young man. An elderly foreigner like me simply needs someone who is in
touch with the American youth of today,‘ Mr. Bunnimacher smiled thinly.

Matt felt bad signing the contract on Paul’s behalf but what the hell? He’d literally
got 100% of their business so far and his friend had abandoned him to go
backpacking. Mr. Bunnimacher immediately led him to a locker room to change for
his first job. Upon opening his locker he was in for a nasty surprise…it was filled with
playboy bunny costumes.

What is this? I can’t wear these! ‘ he cried.

Why of course young man,‘ replied Mr. Bunnimacher calmly, ‘as soon as you pay
the 3 65,000 breach fee in your contract. you can be on your way. ‘ Matt froze up as
he noticed the breast forms the old man had in each hand. ‘Say do you think your
partner will prefer to be C-cup or D-cup? I sure hope he likes our little business deal!
When is he back again?.’