Agent Johnson of the Narcotics Division was on-site at El Dorado International, overseeing the installation of the ParaSight Security System. A stripped-down, civilian-grade version of the TFPD’s own surveillance technology, ParaSight was designed to combat the flood of illicit substances passing through the airport, concealed within silicone implants, artificial pregnancies, or various other bodily inserts utilized by the criminal fraternity.

Cables snaked across the concourse, feeding into a central server. TSA personnel stood in clusters, adjusting the unfamiliar weight of the new augmented-reality glasses.

"The first and most vital thing you need to understand is that ParaSight is not infallible," he explained. "These aren't X-ray specs. It's not magic. The system gathers data as passengers pass through - passports, CCTV, gait analysis, biometrics scans. The system collates this data, then flags any passengers that it thinks may -may- be operating under a false identity. Essentially, anyone whose mannerisms do not appear to match their stated age or sex. As bad as it sounds, the system is intended to be sexist. Think of it as a narrow-minded old grandpa. If it observes a beautiful woman that moves like a linebacker and swears like a sailor, it will highlight them as suspicious, a potential wolf in sheep's clothing."

Johnson paced in front of them, clicking a small remote as he spoke. The system began to boot.

"Now, obviously, gender is not a strict binary. You're going to get false positives. A lot of them. Women behaving like men, or vice versa, is not a crime, so don't go wrestling passengers to the ground because the computer tells you to. ParaSight isn’t here to do your job for you, it’s here to assist your decision-making."

As the visors booted, the guards blinked through the microsecond delay between reality and the modulated feed. A few wobbled, disoriented.

Johnson continued. “If flagged, the system will generate a projected overlay of what it believes the person actually is, based on collected data. It is the AI's best guess, not gospel. A good performance will still fool it 9 times out of 10. Thankfully most drug mules aren't trained thespians."

A few TSA guards chuckled. Johnson gestured to the entrance. Agent Scott Denton sauntered into view, hair tied up, a business skirt hugging his thick ass, silicone hips swaying with feminine poise. The male TSA guards perked up, eying the man's figure lustfully. A moment later, the ParaSight system updated, the augmented reality display flickering, overlaying Agent Denton's thick manhood over the reality. Johnson grinned as several of the TSA men recoiled instinctively.

"That's why you'll be trialling the system with someone who knows it, and how to fool it. Agent Denton has kindly agreed to undergo the same alterations as your drug mules. Over the next month, he will attempt to pass through your airport in disguise. It is your job to identify and stop him. Any questions?"

On the ParaSight vision, Agent Denton cupped the air in front of his bare, hairy chest with glee. "Do I get to keep these when we're done?" he grinned.