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Captioned Images Series: Undercover 2
Created: 11/29/2024
Ethan checked his reflection one last time in the grimy breakroom mirror, adjusting the bow on the knot of the red jumpsuit he had 'borrowed' from the office employee he was impersonating, Shari. Shari was everything Ethan despised: arrogant, self-serving, and oblivious to the needs of others. Yet here he stood, the essence of Shari's persona wrapped around him like a second skin. Ethan hated going undercover in the body of the opposite sex, but he didn't have a choice. He looked in the mirror. His weight hadn't changed very much, but it had been reapportioned since he was now five-foot-five, instead of his usual five-foot-eleven.
He struck a pose with one hand on his hip to get into character, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the bright office space, the hum of printers and the clicks of keyboards creating a bustling symphony. He kept his head down, shuffling past colleagues who had only recently swapped pleasantries with the real Shari. Ethan had studied her mannerisms for days, cramming in reams of company policies, jargon, and even a few idioms that Shari was known to overuse. It was crucial not to draw suspicion; one slip could unravel everything.
His mission was to gather intel on the underhanded dealings that had been plaguing the department. A series of anonymous tips had led the investigation team to suspect that someone was siphoning funds, and it was Ethan's job to discover who it was—without blowing his cover. He was the know-it-all, ditzy office gossip that everyone ignored. The perfect cover for an agent such as himself.
“Hey, Shari!” a cheerful voice called out. It was Linda, one of Shari's closest allies at the office. “Did you get that report I asked for?”
Ethan forced a huge smile, shifting into Shari’s usual tone. “Like, sure thing, Linda! Busy day, I got like so much to do.” He intended to project an air of nonchalance, but inside, his heart raced. He could see her eyes searching for any hint of the real Shari. He needed to play it cool.
As the day wore on, Ethan navigated the intricate web of office politics. He exchanged banter with colleagues, feigned overinterest in inane gossip, and carefully observed interactions. He noted who whispered behind closed doors, who glanced nervously when asked about budgets, and who seemed to avoid eye contact when financial discrepancies were raised.
In the break room while spreading some useless gossip to another employee, he overheard a conversation that piqued his interest. Two employees were discussing an upcoming project, but their tone shifted when they mentioned one particular manager. “I heard he’s been manipulating the figures,” one murmured. “If anyone finds out, it could be disastrous for him.” Ethan's instincts kicked in, and he made a mental note.
Throughout the day, he felt the weight of Shari’s persona becoming increasingly burdensome. Not to mention her massive boobs and the small bladder which was now his. He seemed to spend over an hour of his day in the ladies' room. He didn't know why she would wear a jumpsuit when she had to pee so often. At least she didn't wear 'too much makeup'.
There were moments when he wanted to lean closer to his true self, to slip and show the genuine compassion he felt for his coworkers, instead of just gossiping about them. But he stifled those urges, reminding himself of the importance of the mission. Lives could be impacted by the decisions being made in the shadows of this office.
As the day wound down, Ethan had gathered enough information to warrant a closer look at the manager they had mentioned. He slipped away to Shari’s desk—lucky for him, the real Shari would be out for an extended period—and began sifting through files and digital trails. Hidden beneath layers of spreadsheets and memos, he discovered inconsistencies that further corroborated the whispers he had heard earlier.
With his heart pounding, Ethan documented everything he found, ready to report it back to his team discreetly. Just as he saved the last file, he heard footsteps approaching. Panic surged through him; he darted to the nearest exit, praying he didn’t run into anyone as he made his escape.
In the quiet of the evening, Ethan walked to Shari's bus stop, he had to continue the fascade until he got some distance away from the office. As he sat in the bus, he had to press his legs together, he had to go again. He hoped he could return to his own body before he wet himself.
Ethan might not like being Shari, but tonight he was one step closer to uncovering the truth. In the shadows of deception, he had become a beacon of hope—an undercover agent committed to the greater good, even if it meant having huge breasts and a small bladder.
End.
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