Undercover operation goes wrong (Patreon)

At one of the tables of a small restaurant, Tiffany, recently former FBI Agent Mark Davidson, sat across from her boyfriend, Brad. She felt uncomfortable now, and soft jazz music played in the background, creating a romantic atmosphere, which only made the situation worse. This was her first meeting with her boyfriend since her transformation into Tiffany for the undercover operation. Tiffany held a glass of red wine, her slender fingers tracing the rim as she feigned interest in Brad's words.

Brad was the spoiled son of a wealthy businessman, accustomed to getting his way and treating people poorly. He leaned forward with a condescending smile, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

"So, babe," he began, a smirk playing on his lips. "I still can't believe how lucky I am to have snagged such a hot piece like you. I mean, who would've thought I'd end up with a dumb blonde, right?"

She won at his words but forced a giggle. "Oh my gosh, like, uhh... yeah, I suppose, you're like, totally... umm... awesome, I guess?" giggles nervously

He laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Yeah, I bet it's tough," he replied sarcastically. "But hey, I'm used to dealing with dumb blondes. It's like a hobby of mine."

She was terribly infuriated that, due to the transformation device, she not only turned into a woman with large lips, tanned skin and blond hair, but also could not even speak normally due to cultural changes in her brain. However, she needed to clarify how bad it was. All this week she had been guessing that, due to a secret FBI device, not only had she turned into Tiffany, whose role she was supposed to play for several weeks, but it also seemed that the reality around her had changed and there was no Agent Mark Davidson here at all.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she knew she couldn't delay this conversation any longer. "Actually," she said hesitantly, "there's something I need to tell you." He raised an eyebrow, his arrogance evident. "What's up, babe? Did you forget where the bathroom is again?"

She sighed, frustrated that Brad was talking to her like she was stupid. "No, it's not that. It's... It's about me, about who I really am." She began slowly, glancing at Brad's reaction. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "Okay, now you've got my attention. Spill it, sweetheart."

She struggled to find the right words, her voice coming out more high-pitched than she intended. "Well, you see, it's like this. I used to be someone else, someone completely different." He chuckled, thinking she was joking. "Someone different? Like, you used to be a man or something? Come on, babe, that's a bit much even for you.". Her heart sank as he unknowingly stumbled upon the truth. "Actually," she stammered, "yes, that's exactly it. I used to be a man, and now I'm... well, I'm stuck like this."

His laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a look of disbelief. "Wait, are you saying you're transgender?" She shook her head vigorously. "No, it's not like that. I mean, I am a real girl now, but it's because of this transformation thing, and even reality has changed, and I remember my life as an FBI agent, but..."

His face contorted with anger. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you messing with me right now?" She panicked, realizing that he might break up with her if she told the whole truth. "No, no, I was just joking! It was a stupid joke. I'm sorry!"

He glared at her, his tone icy. "You better be, because if you keep talking about being a guy or whatever nonsense you were spouting, we're done. You hear me? Done."

She bit her lip, feeling trapped in this new life she had to pretend. She hated her appearance, her body, and the way she was forced to speak. But for now, she had no choice but to continue the act and keep her true identity a secret, because judging by what she understood in the time after the transformation, now this was her life for the rest of her life.