"I'm sorry that this had to happen to us" Trevor said to his wife, Carol, and two sons, Jack and Bruce as the four of them were lead down to a secret room in the basement of the FBI building.
"Don't sweat it dad" Trevor's younger son, Bruce, said. "You were doing what was right and that's what matters"
"Yeah, but let's look at this on the bright side, technically dad was working for the mob to. If I'd known that back in high school I probably could have gotten a few more dates" Jack, the older of the sons, added while trying to lighten the mood to no avail.
You see, a few months ago Trevor decided that he needed to stay late at work to do a bit of catching up before taking a week off to go in vacation with his family. What ended up happening was he saw his bosses meeting with a well known mob boss. He did a bit of digging while on vacation, and even more when he got back, and uncovered a lot of illegal activities the company had been a part of, most notably being in bed with the mob. So, like any normal person who discovered this sort of thing, Trevor went straight to the cops with all his evidence. Everything he provided them, along with a statement about who he saw them meeting with, was all the Feds needed to make the largest bust of the decade. The problem was that even with a bust this big, there were still members they couldn't touch. And these members made threats against Trevor and his family. So the FBI gave them a choice. Go into protective custody until the remaining mob members could be thrown in jail, or witness protection for the rest of their lives. Through some careful consideration, Trevor and his family decided to go into witness protection. Which leads us to where we are now.
The family was being lead down into the basement, where they would learn about the new lives they would be expected to live. As the family filed into the room, they all noticed the table with 3 envelopes, with all their names on them. "Take your time and look these over" the agent that brought them down here said as everyone finished entering the room. "These are your new lives, so take all the time you need. We aren't in a rush right now"
Bruce was the first one to pick up his envelope. Bruce had just graduated from high school this past spring and was getting ready for college. He was around 6 feet tall and weighed around 170 pounds. He had dark brown hair that he kept short, as well as blue eyes. In fact, he looked like a slightly younger version of his dad and older brother.
Jack on the other hand was 22 years old and had just graduated from college. He stood around 6 foot 2 inches tall and weighed around 195 pounds. He had brown hair like his dad and brother, though he kept his longer than they did, and blue eyes. A few months ago he couldn't wait to see what his future held for him, now he was more worried about the future than he ever had been in his life.
Lastly we have Trevor. He is 56 years old, around 6 feet tall and 200 pounds. He had blue eyes like both his sons, and brown hair that he kept very short to hide the spots of grey and balding. He lost his wife, Carol, just a few years after Bruce was born to cancer. While he occasionally dated a few times sense then, he never got serious enough to ever introduce any of the women to his sons let alone think about re-marring.
"If there's anything the three of you need, I'll just be right outside" the agent said.
"Thank you" replied Trevor.
With that the agent stepped out of the room and closed the door. Sitting at one of the chairs, Bruce opened the envelope with his name on it and began to browse through it. "This can't be right" he said with a confused look on his face.
"What do you mean?" His brother asked as he sat next to him.
"It says my new name is going to be a girl named Amanda who is 19 years old, 5 foot 5, weights about 100 pounds, and has blond hair and blue eyes"
"I think they screwed up your file bro" Jack said as he opened his envelope. After looking it over he looked up and said "I think they screwed up everyone's file. Says here I'm going to be some girl named Hillary, and that I'm 19, 5 foot 5, about 110 pounds, and have brown hair and brown eyes"
Opening the door, Trevor poked his head in the hall and said "um, excuse me but I think we have the wrong files here. My sons both opened theirs and it says they're both going to be 19 year old girls"
"That's right sir"
"How is that right. How is that even possible?"
"You see, we recently came across a device called the Corporeal Morpher. It's a machine that can alter any physical trait of a person from hight and weight to age and gender. We now use this to more effectively hide people in the witness protection program"
"And the best way to do that is to turn my sons into daughters?"
"And you their mother sir. The members of the mob will never look at 3 women and assume that they are their targets, and even if they did they wouldn't know where to start because there is very little connection to your old lives, if any at all"
"Ok, that makes sense. I guess." With that, Trevor closed the door and turned to his sons. "These are the right files boys"
Baffled, Jack and Bruce continued to look through their files. Apparently they were both going to be non identical twin sisters who were going to be attending college together. Jacks was now going to be Hillary Ann Ferguson, the older of the twins by a few minutes. She was going to be going to school to earn a earth sciences major, but more importantly in his eyes he was there on a full ride athletic scholarship. Even if it was to play softball, at least Jack would be able to play sports again like in high school when he was a 4 year varsity starter before injuring his knee his freshman year of college and ultimately having to call it quits because it wasn't healing right and hurt whenever he tried running to fast. As for the major, it was similar enough to what he had graduated with that he'd be able to understand what the professors were talking about.
Bruce on the other hand was going to become Amanda Rose Ferguson, the younger of the twin sisters. She was attending college with an undecided major, which Bruce liked because he hadn't decided what he wanted to do either. Like Hillary, Amanda would be attending school for free, but that was due in part to the fact that she had a number of academic scholarships giving her money every year.
Trevor was the last to look at his file. But once he opened it and scanned through it, he learned that his name will now be Gretchen Ruth Ferguson. 49 years old, 5 feet 3 inches, 90 pounds, with brown hair that has some signs of grey and blue eyes. She works as a personal trainer at a gym, which Trevor would be able to do sense he spent several of his earlier years in the army and has made serious effort to keep the physical standards.
After about an hour of each of them looking over their documents and reading through their life stories the FBI had made up, they decided that they were ready for the next step in the process. Opening the door again, Trevor poked his head out and let the doctor know that they were done.
"Alright, if the 3 of you could follow me we will get the changes started right away." He lead the 3 of them down the hall to another room that had several chairs outside the door. "Alright, if you could all wait here while we get everything ready. Who wants to go first?"
The 3 of them looked at each other briefly, before Bruce said "I'll go first I guess"
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