Part 2: <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/special-go-wrong-99162366">www.patreon.com/posts/special-&hellip;</a><br /><div>Part 3: <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/special-go-wrong-99162366">www.patreon.com/posts/special-&hellip;</a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>If you like my art, sketches, stories, transformations you can find more like this here (thanks to everyone for the support, it's very important for me): <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>Barry Jones shifted uncomfortably in the unfamiliar curves of his new body, his ill-fitting attire adding to the overall discomfort. His fingers brushed against the cascade of chestnut hair that now framed his face, and he couldn't shake the unsettling sensation of unfamiliar breasts weighing against his chest. The transformation was more disconcerting than any covert operation he'd ever been part of, and he found himself yearning for the days when holograms were the extent of his undercover repertoire.<p>"I don't understand why we can't use a disguise hologram for this. Why did you actually have to transform my body into this," Barry muttered, eyeing his own reflection in the nearby mirror. The woman staring back was a stranger, a facsimile of femininity that left him squirming in his own skin.</p><p>Special Agent Michaels, a grizzled veteran of the espionage game, leaned against the wall, the cigarette in his hand tracing erratic smoke rings through the dimly lit room. His eyes, however, were calculating and dead serious.</p><p>"We need Mr. Freeman to be fully distracted when our other operatives go in to swap his laptop with a decoy. While Mr. Freeman is carrying his order back to the table, you need to bump into him, chest first," Michaels explained, taking a drag of his cigarette.</p><p>Barry's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "So I can't use a hologram because he needs to feel my&#8230; breasts&#8230; squish against him?" Barry blushed, his discomfort only intensifying.</p><p>"This is a very risky operation, Agent Jones. We need every element to run as smoothly as possible to avoid detection. You're a crucial component to this working. Numerous studies show a strong decrease in attention and concentration centers of the brain during sexual arousal. So yes&#8212;squish is important."</p><p>Barry shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the bizarre logic of the mission. "This is really not what I had in mind when I signed up to be a special operative. Let's get it over with."</p><p>"Don't worry, Jones. If the mission runs smoothly, you'll be back in your own body by dinner," Michaels assured, a wry smile playing on his lips.</p><p>"What do you mean 'if the mission runs smoothly'? You're turning me back no matter what, right? Right?" Barry pressed, a flicker of panic in his eyes.</p><p>Michaels stubbed out his cigarette, his gaze hardening. "Let's just say, Jones, not every mission goes according to plan. Be ready for the unexpected."</p></div></div>