After the interview with the fed (that you sure didn't go well), you are escorted to a different room. The room looks like a lab of some sort with a big tube in the back, "Get in the tube Mr. Johnson" one of your escorts says in a monotone voice. You obey the fed just because he had a gun (any other time he would have just walked out). After getting in giant tube one of the scientists in the back start to press a couple buttons and the tube closes shut.
You start to wonder what the hell is happening when you start to black out, the last thing you feel before you pass put is your body decrease in size. You wake up in a house that looks pretty dated if you must say so, with a 60s vibe to it, you look around and see no one but the strange looking room you had woken up in. You decide you want to get up and explore, so you sit up and put two feet on the floor, that is where everything normal stopped being just that: normal. After standing up you feel a little off balanced and... feminine?
You look down and see two double Ds staring straight back at you, you look at your hands, only to see them nice and polished with your nails sharpened and the hand looked and felt different. You want to see what you look like so you find a full sized mirror in the room that you had woken up in, in the mirror you find a sexy looking women that would have given him a hard-on if he had a dick.....wait a second....."where is my DICK!" You shout but put your new hand over your mouth hearing a sexy feminine voice. You take your hand off your mouth only to find red lipstick in the shape of...well... lips on your hand.
Back to the mirror you see that you are wearing something that someone would have worn in the sixties: a red vestish clothing with (apparently) no bra leaving an exposed spot for men(and some women) to peer down and look at his new cleavage. You were also wearing a pantyhose that went so far up you felt it on your ass, you were wearing a very short miniskirt and a pair of slippers that you could ,well, slip on.
After all this confusion you say, "What the hell is going in here! Who am I!" You then notice a note on the desk nearby and walk up to it and pick it up, you read it carefully:
Dear the new Mrs. Cartwright,
Hahahaha! That will teach you to insult me in my interrogation room! Hope you enjoy your new life as a housewife, bitch! This is your cover story until we have captured the person who is hunting you down. So stay in character unless you want to die, your 'husband' is one of our agents who's primary goal is to make sure to protect you and catch the culprit. You will do all the things a regular housewife would do or risk getting back on the radar of the villain.
P.S. never disrespect we ever again Johnson or you'll regret it.
P.S.S. You might want to burn this since it will alert the enemy to your presence just by your name being on it.
Signed, Chief Walburn
You are shocked, but relieved that you aren't going crazy and that this is just a cover story.
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