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As Agent Michael Reynolds emerged from the Corporeal Morpher, he was still very confused by his new look. The tailored black skirt that was well fitted, accented his feminine curves. It was realy humilating clothes for Michael to dress up like this. But he was professional FBI agent, his standard was always to be ready for undercover operations, but he still can't believe that now he become real women.

Michael looked down at his breasts, which were on full display, nipples just barely concealed within the vulgar leopard top with a very open neckline. He was wearing very attractive white high-heeled boots, and as soon as his boobs moved in them, he just realized how humiliated and dressed up slut he look right now.

"Agent Michael Reynolds," said the voice of his assistant. "You are requested to report to Mr. Lee's office immediately."

Michael, with great difficulty, barely balancing on high heels and feeling his tits and hips swaying, slowly reached the elevator, noticing the strange looks of his colleagues, who seemed not to expect to see a girl in such a depraved outfit here. Michael even had to show his pass because the guards didn’t believe him, although everyone saw him leaving the transformation office earlier today.

He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. As the doors closed, he could hear some whispering among his female coworkers.

"Did you see her? I mean, did you see the boobs?"

Michelle Reynolds, now becoming Michelle Rodriguez for undercover operation, tried to focus on the elevator doors opening and trying to hide his embarrassment when the men all turned to stare at her. He really wished that they would stop staring at his boobs so much, it was really embarrassing and humiliating for his.

He stepped into the Mr. Lee's office to see how the boss looked at him as if he had not expected to see this new person in front of him.

Lee was sitting behind the desk with two other people standing beside him. One was a woman with red hair and a large bust. She wore a red blouse that emphasized her cleavage and gave a glimpse of her round butt under a short skirt. The other man was a tall blond guy with piercing blue eyes. Both were dressed in suits and their ties were loose around their necks.

"Oh my gosh!" Lee said. "Here's your bitch! We were waiting for you, Miss what's your name there?"

"M...Michelle." Michael said, feeling frightened by the unexpectedly developing situation and almost saying his real male name, but stopped in time, realizing that his cover had been blown.

"Michelle." Lee nodded, and his two colleagues also smiled. "I guess I need to tell you what's going on."

"I'm here for an undercover operation." Michael said firmly.

"What?! Ahahaha. No!" Lee laughed loudly, discouraging Michael with this answer, who did not understand such a reaction, because he was really here for an undercover operation. Michael did not yet know that because of the device, reality had changed and while he was going up in the elevator, he now became Michelle for everyone. "This is a very funny joke from a whore out on bail for my friends."

"But I'm..."

A woman with red hair intervened in the conversation "Sweetie, just shut up... thanks Mr. Lee, I think we should go. You don't have to talk to this stupid whore. We are leaving, thank you again for your cooperation"

Michael could not believe that his boss had just said such words. He didn't want to give up on the assignment, he didn't want to fail at the first attempt, but the reality around him didn't care what he wanted. He felt helpless, not knowing what else he could do to get back on track.

The woman pushed Michael out of the room. Michael did not understand what was going on, why was everyone treating him like this? Why is he not being taken seriously, why are they acting like he's not here, or why are they talking about him as if he wasn't right in front of him?

"Dirty hooker." The red-haired woman spat in her face, when Lee's office door closed behind them.

"Listen, I'm not a..." Realizing that something wrong was happening, Michael said, noticing how his heart was beating wildly, and a man’s hand was squeezing his ass, which made everything inside him clench with strange feelings.

"Shut the fuck up, puta, everyone knows you'll be s***g more cock than all bitches in Mexico." The blond whispered, making Michael scared