This choice: Change your face and spy on Jimmy • Go Back...Chapter #12Spy Game by: Unknown “I'm sorry about this,” you say in the bathroom stall, addressing the crumpled skin on the floor as you twist Phoebe's frame to remove her clothes. You lingered, you waited, and your new disguise lies on the floor: the last of the three women to leave the restroom. You need to find out if your mentor really is Jimmy, or if he was just a disguise in some elaborate game. That means you can't stay as Phoebe. Attractive though she is, it's an instantly recognizable face.
Carefully you reach up behind your retro hairstyle and pull Pheobe's fine, sculpted face away from your own. You edge out of her neck, her shoulders, her pert breasts and flat stomach, before peeling away the lower half of the costume. Then you reach for your new identity - the chubby blonde college girl with the short haircut.
According to your stolen information from the brown pen, she's Lucy Binder, a sociology major. You step into her skin, and despair as your feet shrink then bulge. Lucy's not a small girl, and as you pull up her torso you watch your waist grow and expand, her large breasts falling loose as you slip into the arms. Finally comes the head; you tug the pixie crop back, gargling slightly as your cheeks fill out and your mouth reshapes to take on your new teeth.
“Wow Lucy. You need to get to the gym.” Your new voice, so perky, sounds alien as you pinch the fat around your new waist. You begin to put on her clothes, gather your belongings, and, with the coast clear, open the stall so you can sort out Phoebe. Moments later you've dressed the skin and shoot the beautiful woman you once were again. You leave as she begins to reinflate back to her own self, no doubt confused how she's ended up in a toilet cubicle, but otherwise unharmed.
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“That's right,” Elena strides through the car park, drawing on a cigarette as she talks on a cheap, disposable mobile phone. “He bought it hook, line and sinker.” Her posture is relaxed, uncaring: anyone who looks at her would see just a middle-aged fortune teller returning home. Of course it's not really Elena but nobody else would know that, even if the casual words and phrases sound strange in her exotic accent.
Nobody except you. Bubbly, unobtrusive Lucy Binder, still talking nonsense on her phone to her friend (of course you're only pretending), flicking her new hairstyle as she discusses Todd Hendricks and how he is “so divine” - all the while listening to Elena's every word as she walks through the car park.
“Nah, I've let the kid have fun. If we're going to recruit him, he needs to understand the real power of it. He's found some pretty young thing, and he'll be spending the night as her. If you want my guess, he'll find the whole damn experience so intoxicating he'll jump at the chance to come on board. I remember my first time as someone else. Wow, what a rush.”
On board? Lucy's voice slows as you strain to listen, forgetting your masquerade for the moment. You were right. The Ring of Gyges; whoever's been impersonating your friends was hoping to get you hooked on swapping identities.
“It was easy,” Elena takes a drag on her cigarette, blowing out smoke in a stream as she fumbles for her keys. “First his friend Jimmy. Some prankster, so he bought the persona I put on. Then his girlfriend for the shock reveal. I swapped out at the mall; used that Madame Elena again... yeah, yeah. What can I say? I like her body and know her routine; hell, I've lived it often enough. I've already restored the Jimmy kid; left him at the mall wondering what the hell was going on. Put the girlfriend and her mom in the car earlier. I'll head to Elena's, slip into mom's skin and return them home. Promised the kid we'd meet up at the witching hour, mom's skin will be fine for that. I'll get the C-Set back then.”
The Stranger – you have no idea who they are, or what they want – scratches an itch under Elena's curling hair. Your mind is racing, and so are Lucy's legs as you struggle to keep up. You're breathing heavily a little from the added weight; as you feared, your new body isn't that fit.
The Stranger reaches Elena's car and opens up the boot. You can just about see two large bags with what looks like wigs and clothes inside: Jessica and Denise Hunt. Elena's dusky face nods to whoever's on the phone, flicking the cigarette away, before closing the boot up again.
“I'm sure he'll go for it. We've been scouting him for a while now; he'd make an outstanding recruit. Yeah, I was thinking of revealing it all to him tonight. Let him enjoy his evening. Yeah... I'll check in once I've made the offer. He accepts, I'll take him to the safe house straight away. He refuses... you know how that goes.”
Your - or at least Lucy's - eyes widen. The Stranger still hasn't noticed Lucy's portly frame walking toward the car, which means you've got options. There's no way you're going to wait until midnight after what you've got heard. Either you can confront whoever's wearing Elena's face now, or you use one of the pens.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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