This choice: "Gracias, enfermera.", you purr in a sultry new voice. • Go Back...Chapter #8"Gracias, enfermera.", you purr in a su... by: Wandering Mind   “Gracias, enfermera,” you purr in a sultry new voice. The nurse looks at you in confusion and it takes you a moment to catch that you’d just spoken Spanish. You knew how to order a “cerveza” at a taco place, but that had been extent of your Spanish. All of a sudden it was the first thing that flowed from your lips?
“Que esta pasado?” [What is going on?] you ask the nurse. She replies in English, but you struggle to understand her. From her hand gestures you figure out that she wants you to hold on. She presses a button on a wall panel and has a quick conversation with whoever is on the other side of the intercom. The nurse walks away and gestures for you to stay put.
You use the bit of privacy to run your hands up and down your new body. You could guess that there might be a few cameras in the room, so you didn’t delve deeply into your new body, but it was obvious you’d been given a body tailor made for your undercover profession as a pole dancer. You flexed your new muscles and felt a hidden strength beneath the soft, smooth skin. Being a dancer, particularly a pole dancer took wasn’t easy and you felt better knowing you could still handle yourself when everything inevitably went sideways.
The doctor you had met earlier walked into the room and seemed to greet you, but you still couldn’t really understand him. He caught your look of confusion and hit the palm of his hand against his forehead. He mumbled something else as he fished a small tablet from his lab coat. He pressed a few buttons on the screen and you felt your vision dim for a second and then come back. “Can you understand me now?” the doctor asked, and this time you had not trouble understanding his English.
“Yes! Yes, I do! What’s going on, doc? I was expecting the new body, but not the new language stuff,” you explained, unconsciously planting your fists on your sizeable hips. “We instructed the nanites to implant certain knowledge and abilities in your brain so you’d better fit your undercover identity. Part of that was the ability to speak Spanish as would be expected from someone with your new ancestry,” the good doctor explained, much like a salesman might explain the features in a new car.
“I … hm … I guess that makes sense, but why couldn’t I understand English before?”
“Oh, I think one of my assistants got a bit carried away and blocked your English knowledge from the language center of your brain. I unlocked it for now, but once you’re outside the facility I’ll dial your English down,” the doctor pointed at the controls on his tablet.
“Why?”
“So much has already been invested in your cover, we don’t want you to have any slips during the operation and blow your cover. I won’t block your English language entirely, I’ll just set it at a lower level so you can play the part. You’ll have a nice, thick accent that no one will suspect.”
This sort of made sense, but it begged the question, “How will I do my job if I can’t understand the conversation I overhear? Doesn’t this defeat the purpose of me going undercover?”
“No, no, not at all. The nanites are still very much functional. They will record everything you see and hear. To avoid detection they won’t transmit anything unless we bring you in for debriefing, but they’ll continue to function throughout the operation. In fact, they’ll keep you in perfect health, which should be a relief given the hazards of your new role,” the doctor’s detached tone was grating on you a bit. He was playing with your life as though you were just a toy.
“I suppose that all makes sense, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable with it,” you gesticulated in a very feminine manner, but didn’t notice anything wrong with that. “It’s nothing to worry about, it is all for your protection. It will make your undercover mission easier. You won’t have to worry about photographing any evidence either, you won’t even have to read it in fact. Not that you’d be able to.”
“What do you mean? I’m illiterate now?!” you brought your hands up to the top of your chest in shock. “In a way. You’ll be able to read Spanish without problem, but you’ll struggle with English. As I mentioned, however, you won’t have a need for that. The nanites will record everything you see and we can process that later. All you need to do is look at something and it will be saved for later analysis.” You were starting to feel more like a really pricey camara than an undercover officer. You nodded your understanding, already regretting the situation you’d gotten yourself into.
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