Robyn hoodwink
By Prudence Walker.
Robyn Knight sat at her new desk
and looked at the various requests for service. She had planned a long time
for this day, but was still concerned that she was doing the right thing. She
was particularly worried when she looked at her partner’s empty desk.
Especially when she considered that she and Robin could never be in the office
at the same time.
You see, her partner was Robin Knight, a 22-year-old
graduate of the Police Academy and a Special Ops training course given to the
elite of undercover agents. Though the last name was the same, Robin was not
Robyn’s sister. Robin was Robyn’s alter ego.
Robyn had the ability to completely change sex, due to the
accidental inclusion of chameleon DNA that was introduced into her cells along
with her normal DNA while she was still in the womb. It had made his-her life
complicated at the orphanage where she grew up. When the Knight family rescued
him from the nefarious schemes of Matron, the head of the orphanage, he wasn’t
Robin, no; he was in his alter ego’s form, Robyn. (See the story titled Head
Case)
The apparent age difference between Robyn and Robin, (with
Robyn looking two years older than Robin) which used to show up when she was
younger, no longer existed, now that they were adults. As Robyn, she was tall
and had a nice full figure to match, but as Robin, the bulk went from the
breasts and hips to the chest and waist, giving Robin a more bulked up look.
This gave Robin a strong virile look that belied his slightly shorter than
normal stature.
One of the chameleon’s DNA effects, besides the ability to
copy anyone’s form within the same relative weight/height limits, was to become
virtually invisible. Unfortunately, she had to be naked for this to be of any
use. Therefore, this was not something she could keep up for long, unless it
was summer.
When she had first discovered this ability, it had been an
instinctive act, triggered by fear and adrenaline. Then she had tried to
initiate the ability voluntarily, but she had failed miserably. It wasn’t till
she had grown up that she had learned how to trigger it at will. This was one
of the reasons that affected her decision to become a detective. The
government agencies like the FBI or CIA were not an option. She might fall
into the hands of scientists trying to duplicate her abilities; or worse, she
could disappear as a potential threat to this country’s security. No, becoming
a detective was a lot less dangerous, and yet it still allowed her to use her
abilities to the fullest.
When the two personalities united, they decided to live as
the female Robyn. The other Knights knew of her ability, but it never stopped
them loving Robyn. She had set up her business, with the help of Stormi, her
mother. Unfortunately Robyn could not train as a detective due to her
diminutive size; and so Robin had had to come out of the closet, so to speak.
And with another set of papers documenting birth and schooling, provided by Dr.
Don Pickle’s connections, Robin was able to enter the Academy and get the
necessary training. So, on paper, the detective agency was a partnership, R
& R Investigations Ltd.
Robyn loved her life as a female and intended to do most of
her undercover work as Robyn, using Robin mainly as the front for the
business. Some of her first clients had insisted on seeing the male Robin,
probably seeing Robyn as more of a secretary for the agency. So the adjoining
room to the office had become her changing room, for more than just clothes.
It took barely three minutes to work the change, and most of that was just the
changing of clothes, as her body altering ability took only half a minute to
complete.
Dr. Pickle had been a great help in sending out the word to
all his varied contacts about the new agency. In fact, the case she was
working on was directly due to Dr. Don’s efforts. She was expecting her next
client soon, so she went to get changed. Five minutes later, a knock on the
door indicated the client was here.
“Come in please,” a masculine voice, bid the client into the
office.
Robin pulled at the tie around his neck, hating its
tightness with a passion. It would be far better to be wearing a lovely silky
blouse with an open neck, with a necklace that slipped enticingly down between
her breasts, but he couldn’t, not with the client having already spoken with
Robin on the phone. He would be expecting to see the male partner of this
agency.
Robin waved to the empty seat as the slightly overweight and
balding man entered the office. Robin knew the basics of the case from the
telephone conversation.
“Have you got the photos of your wife?” Robin asked.
“Yes, as you requested,” the man said as he slumped tiredly
into the seat offered. “I hope you can find out just where my wife goes every
Wednesday. I’ve tried following her myself, but she eludes me when she enters
that damn club she goes to. I waited all night there once, only to find her at
home, ringing me to find out where I was. Somehow, she’s slipping away from
there without me seeing her,” the man grumbled.
“She doesn’t drive there?” Robin asked, as he looked at the
attractive blonde in the photos.
“No, she takes a cab there,” the man replied.
Robin then discussed his fees and expenses; and he asked for
an advance of the money, as agreed to over the phone. Armed with the times and
addresses, Robin said he’d be in touch in a few days.
First on the agenda was to get a good look at the wife.
Therefore Robin was in her female form and posing as a 30-year-old Avon lady.
She knocked on the door of the woman’s home, introducing herself as Vivian. At
first, Gloria, the clients wife, wasn’t interested in any of the products –
that is, until Robyn mentioned the free trial samples. Robyn studied the woman
and how she moved and talked, trying to commit everything to memory, in case it
became necessary to imitate herduring the course of the case.
When Wednesday rolled around, Robin was ready. He had
several alternative outfits ready in the car, suitable for either Robin or
Robyn to wear for disguise purposes as the need arose. He was parked within
view of the client’s drive, in plenty of time before Gloria was due to leave.
On the dot, her silver BMW rolled out and turned towards town. Robyn followed
discretely, never allowing his vehicle to get too close. It appeared she was
not going to use a taxi tonight.
Robin watched as Gloria drove her car into the underground
car park that was part of the Omega building, where her Wednesday visits took
her. Robin parked down the street and decided to check the building out. The
front entrance was imposing, but gave nothing away as to its purpose or what
went on inside. Robin entered openly to see if his faked emergency requiring a
phone would give him opportunity to garner any more information. As he
entered, a female security guard suddenly appeared, blocking any further access
into the building. Even his pleas that he needed to ring an ambulance for his
pregnant wife, after breaking down in his car, got him no further then the main
entrance. The guard insisted that this was a female only establishment and no
man was allowed access. Frustrated that he hadn’t seen anything, he hurried
back to the car to begin plan two.
A few minutes later, a pregnant woman staggered into
the same entrance that Robin had just left. Robyn looked about 9 months gone
and ready to drop. Although the pregnancy was faked, using her ability to
imitate others, her moans and gasped entreaties sounded authentic. The same
guard ushered her through the doors into a waiting room inside before leaving
to phone an ambulance for Robyn. Checking the room for any surveillance
cameras and finding none, Robyn hurriedly stripped off her clothes, stashing
them between one of the chairs and the wall.
Converting her body into invisible mode and losing the
pregnant body shape, Robyn stood against the door waiting for the guard’s
return. The guard was surprised to find nobody in the room and went looking
out of the entrance to see if she had gone outside. Robyn slipped out of the
waiting room and carefully and slowly made her way further into the building.
She stayed close to the wall, not only to help blend in but also to avoid
anyone accidentally walking into her.
She managed to find out the main purpose of the Omega
building as she entered a large gym. It was a filled with the latest in
exercise equipment, which might explain the wife’s reason for coming here, if
it weren’t for a couple of details. One was that there wasn’t any sign of the
woman there. There wasn’t anyone in the gym at all. All the gleaming
equipment was empty and unused, there were not even instructors sitting and
waiting.
Robyn wandered though the building unobserved. A few women
were working in offices adjoining the main corridor to the gym. They seemed to
be busy sitting at computer stations, but weren’t attired as normal office
workers. They were all wearing exercise clothing or leotards. Just as Robyn
was puzzling over it, a chiming alarm sounded. That made Robyn’s heart race in
apprehension of having been discovered.
All of a sudden, the women sitting in the offices raced out,
all heading towards the gym. Curious, Robyn followed discretely. She watched,
amazed, as they all started using the machines. Some were even pulling on what
looked like fat suits which they covered with assorted clothing before moving
to the workout machines. Some of the fittest looking women now sported extra
artificial flab to make them look in need of the exercise.
Music started playing and within minutes of the alarm, the
gym looked like any other gym in the country as the women worked at their
exercising. As Robyn stood there watching, wondering what was going on, she
heard voices just outside the gym. The door opened and two people entered; one
was sporting the Omega logo on her clothes, while the other looked like an
ordinary housewife. Robyn guessed from the conversation, that a new member was
about to join and was getting the grand tour of the facilities.
Something was badly out of kilter here. Robyn watched as
the tour finished and the people in the gym went back to their offices. Robyn
left carefully, stopping only to retrieve the clothing she’d left in the
waiting room.
Back in the car, Robyn was feeling confused and worried.
The place was obviously a front for something. What was the lady she’d seen
getting the tour going to let herself in for? Determined to find out, Robyn
thought it was time for plan three. A call to the client, after Robyn returned
home, confirmed that the wife had returned. A few questions confirmed that she
hadn’t been carrying any exercise clothing on her return. Robyn, using her
male voice, said that nothing concrete had been found yet, but hopefully after
the wife’s next visit he would have more information.
The next few days were busy for Robin and Robyn, as both
male and female aspects were needed to investigate the Omega Company’s
records. Robyn decided to conduct a bogus survey, such as “Who is your fantasy
love/perfect date?” with the Omega building’s employees.
Robyn waited and watched the employees as they left the
building, then followed them around till a suitable place and time, where,
armed with a clipboard and some fake survey sheets, she sprang into her act.
Once the people that she managed to get to complete the surveys had detailed
their dream date/mate, all that was required was to change into the image of
that dream person and then arrange to accidentally encounter the particular
woman who he, or in one case she, was matched with.
Robyn did have some qualms at this deception, feeling it was
taking an unfair advantage of the person’s dreams, but knowing they were not
entirely innocent, given the deception in the gym, tempered that guilty
feeling. The information Robyn gathered from one lesbian employee was
interesting. Robyn, who at the moment was the spitting image of Britney
Spears, was engaged in sex with Veronica in the woman’s bedroom. Robyn’s
questions about Veronica’s job, amidst the throes of passion, elicited a few
details that Robyn stored away while her body was reaching its own orgasm from
Veronica’s talented tongue. Apparently Veronica was a phone recruiter for
Omega. Robyn’s question, “Recruiting for what?” was only partially answered.
Apparently the gym used a new technique in motivating its members – hypnosis.
The week passed quickly as Robyn gathered more information.
The county records office yielded the original building plans, and they showed
that originally it was supposed to be a much bigger project. The plans showed
that an underground tunnel was started and was supposed to connect with a
second building. The project had collapsed, whereupon the Omega Company had
bought the original company out. Getting a subsequent plan showed that the
Omega Company had also bought the adjacent land and that a warehouse had since
been built there.
Finally, Wednesday came around. Robyn had managed to get
into the wife’s car in chameleon mode. She was sitting in the back seat when
the wife came out to drive that evening. Robyn was careful not to make a sound
as Gloria hummed a tune as she drove to the Omega building. As the car entered
the underground car park, the humming stopped abruptly, and Robyn saw her
posture change, becoming rather robotic. Something told Robyn that the woman
was under someone else’s control and that she probably wouldn’t even notice her
presence in the car.
Instead of parking, the woman drove down one level and
Robyn, who had popped her head up to see out, watched as Gloria craned her neck
and looked into a metal box for recognition. Identification apparently having
been confirmed, a portion of the seemingly solid wall slid open, revealing a
tunnel. The woman drove her car along it for about 20 feet, where it started
to angle upwards. Robyn saw they had entered a well-lit garage with a number
of other cars already parked there. Robyn slipped out of the car on the
opposite side at the same time as the Gloria, timing the opening and closing of
the door to coincide with the driver’s door, to cover the sound.
Unfortunately for Robyn, though she was not visible to the
wife, the infrared surveillance cameras caught her every movement. Silent
alarms went off and 2 security guards were dispatched to the area before either
Gloria or Robyn left the garage. Gloria was paralyzed in fear, and stood in
her trance-like state as the two guards rushed towards her.
Robyn felt her panic reactions setting in to resist attack.
Her body stopped all external dispositions. She stopped sweating. She held
her breath. Her body temperature automatically dropped to room temperature.
Like a reptile, her pulmonary function slowed almost to a halt; there was no
heartbeat. She remained absolutely rigid up against a support column. The
cameras couldn’t locate her. The infra-red goggled guards rushed past her to
corner the poor woman, whose trance-like condition had been completely
shattered by all the unfamiliar stimuli. She was wondering where she was and
what was happening as the guards hauled her away.
Robyn stood frozen against the column, wondering what had
gone wrong. Suddenly she felt the need to take a breath, as though she had
been holding it. That was when she realized she had not been breathing. She
felt her body temperature and noted how cold her thighs were to the touch of
her fingers. She tried to take her pulse, but it seemed impossibly slow. It
suddenly hit her that, during time of panic, her marvelous body had reacted to
protect her again, by dropping her heart rate and slowing her breathing like a
reptile’s in cold weather. She had become undetectable. She needed to
understand how this worked if she wanted to remain undetected. She started a
reconnaissance of her surroundings. She quickly located three cameras mounted
in different but concealed locations.
Meanwhile, in a room, two tunnels away, a voice was calling
commands to squads of security men. “We have an infiltrator. The I-R cameras
picked it up when it exited from the vehicle of unit 439. The flash squad was
dispatched immediately, but the infiltrator eluded them and the cameras. I am
sure that person is still in our buildings, lock down all access, and allow
nothing in or out of these buildings. We will capture them and use their
technology for ourselves. We will then have them where we want them.”
Robyn slowly sank to the floor,
and then started a slow crawl towards where Gloria had been taken. Robyn’s
body took on the colouration of the concrete floor as she moved from the pillar
towards where she hoped to find her target. Her body remained in its current,
undetectable to infrared, condition. The effects of the cold reptilian-like
torpor made her movements sluggish, as the muscles of her body refused to be
exerted too much without the needed circulation.
She saw that, in their haste,
the guards had left the door to another room ajar, from whence voices could
plainly be heard. Robyn finally managed to get to the doorway and inched her
way into the room.
Moving over to it, she eased
her way though the opening without needing to open the door any wider. Inside,
she saw several men were questioning Gloria. They seemed to be frustrated at
her negative answers; and Robyn could see that the woman was clearly terrified
of the present situation. This puzzled Robyn. Surely whatever was going on
should not be such a surprise to the woman that had regularly visited here,
unless this part of the operation was being kept secret from the regular
members by some sort of hypnotic conditioning.
Hugging the wall, Robyn waited.
The men stopped their questioning suddenly, as another door opened in the rear
of the room and a small man with very penetrating eyes entered. He brushed
aside the woman’s questioners, bent down, and quietly spoke a single word in
her ear.
At once, the woman’s demeanor
changed, becoming more like the robotic state she had shown on first entering
the car park. The man then led the woman into the room from which he had
entered. Robyn was already there and slipped though, ahead of the woman and her
diminutive escort.
Robyn grew sick as she saw the
sort of activity going on in there. One thing she noticed was that the woman
who had been shown the gym on Robyn’s first visit was there. She was
assembling a gun while moving in the same robot-like state. Other women were
assembling what looked like home made bombs, using household products. It
looked as if they were training innocent women to become terrorists for some
horrible mission. The hypnotic triggers embedded in the women probably could be
triggered by just a verbal command, most likely over the phone. Normal
patriotic women occupying all walks of life would suddenly be turned into
unsuspecting terrorists.
Robyn knew this was big – far
more than just a surveillance job. Her problem now was to get this information
out to the right people without triggering suspicion. Her job was going to be
made harder by the now alerted men that were running around checking every
corner of the warehouse, using several sorts of exotic detecting equipment, the
nature of which she couldn’t even speculate.
Robyn moved back out to the
underground car park, where she saw the frantic activity slow down as negative
reports were voiced back from the men searching the area. Robyn went back into
her non-detection mode as she slipped out into the area scanned by the cameras;
then she found a small niche and waited. She overheard speculation from the
searchers nearby that what had been detected was a glitch or some backwash eddy
of heat from the car’s exhaust as it stopped.
Watching the exit from the
building, Robyn could see equipment being set up to scan every vehicle as it
left. It looked as if they were ready to search each car thoroughly before it
would be allowed out. Even if she could hop aboard and look like part of the
car, she doubted that would help if they physically examined the interior. It
was time for plan B.
Getting back into the room where
all the women were learning to assemble weapons took some time, as she had to
wait till other people opened the doors before she could slip through.
Searching quickly, she found several rooms where women were working by
themselves. Slipping into one of them, she watched carefully as she hid
against the wall. From the conversation Robyn overheard as men came in and out
of the office, she learned that this woman was in the organization of her own
free will and not a mind-washed pawn. Waiting there, Robyn decided to
impersonate the woman and leave as her, when the woman’s shift ended in half an
hour.
Studying the way she talked and
her mannerisms, Robyn thought she could pass for her satisfactorily. Just
before her shift was over, the woman stood and went into a small room that
adjoined her office. Robyn slipped in before the woman casually closed it and locked
it. The woman moved to a small locker, where she started to remove her lab
coat. As she reached for a jacket, Robyn slipped behind her and applied a
sleeper hold she’d been trained to do in her special ops training. The woman
struggled momentarily before succumbing to Robyn’s superior strength.
Knowing time was of the essence,
Robyn quickly stripped the woman as she lay on the floor. Checking out the
naked woman’s body for anything like scars or birthmarks, she slowly changed
her own body to match, using the abilities she’d learned in school to thwart a
vindictive girl’s revenge plot (read in Head Case).
Pulling on the woman’s clothing,
she was thankful that the panties were clean, as that was the most distasteful
part of dressing in another’s clothing. Dressed, she checked herself out in
the compact that was in the woman’s purse. She found some tape in the office
and bound the woman tightly and taped over her mouth. She struggled to stuff
the unconscious woman into the locker, having to fold her knees up to her chin
to make her fit. Closing the door, she locked it, ensuring that that it would
be some time before the woman was discovered.
Pulling on the jacket and
shouldering the handbag that was in the locker, Robyn strode boldly out of the
office, locking it behind her. Making her way to the garage, she took out the
car keys found in the handbag and asked one of the men to get her car out
ready, as she needed to use the ladies. The ploy worked, as she made herself
scarce for a minute or two while her car was brought up to the entry of the
office building.
Getting in, she drove the car
slowly towards the exit where the guards were waiting. As she approached, they
waved her down, checking her face against the ID card in her purse. The guard
saluted deferentially and moved to the rear of the vehicle, politely asking for
the rear door to be opened on her station wagon. They scanned it with a device
that hummed and patted the interior, even checking the spare wheel cavity. The
hood was opened and the engine examined, as was the underside of the car.
Robyn sat quietly, trying to show a calm exterior, while she wondered if she
would be allowed through. Finally, they waved her through and she drove out
onto the street with a sigh of relief.
Robyn knew time was of the
essence if these people were to be stopped. The woman she had impersonated
would eventually wake and start to try to get noticed. She had probably five
or six hours to work within before the group noticed they had been infiltrated.
Robyn didn’t want to get away to start up somewhere else. Driving directly to
her office, she changed back into Robin and started calling some numbers.
Four hours later, Robin, again
disguised as the woman member of the group, drove back into the Omega
building’s underground car park. There, she swiped the access card found in
the borrowed woman’s purse, and re-entered the secret headquarters of the
terrorist group. Getting to this point took all the skills of persuasion
Robin/Robyn had. The people she had contacted wanted to go in with guns
blazing, but Robin was concerned about the innocent brainwashed women and their
potential for either being killed or held as hostages.
After Robin had convinced the
proper authorities of the threat that these people offered, Robin had then
shown them “his sister’s” ability to emulate the particular woman in the group
and her willingness to try to lessen the possibilities of innocent casualties.
The counter terrorism agency never realized Robyn was Robin, or that the
seeming abilities were anything other than a great disguise.
Robyn noticed that security was
tighter than before as the car was surrounded by guards the moment she halted.
Sensor sweeps of the car were made before she was allowed out and the car was
thoroughly searched again. Her ID was checked and questions were asked as to
why she was back so soon. Her story that she had found out that someone was
investigating one of their recruits was pretty much the truth, and was accepted
as sufficient reason to return early.
She walked slowly back towards
her office, releasing the valve of the small canister hidden in her purse. The
gas was undetectable and would act quickly to render anyone breathing it
unconscious in seconds. Robyn was holding her breath, having gone into a near
death state, an ability she had only just recently discovered having. Keeping
an eye out for any that were not succumbing to the gas and who might alert
others, she went into each area, watching the personnel collapse before going
to a phone and ringing a number.
She heard the voice on the other
end and breathed out the key words, “Fox down.”
Robyn waited, trying to remain
without breathing for as long as was possible. Her heart had almost slowed to
a stop and she was experiencing some difficulties seeing as her system tried to
conserve its last oxygen reserves. The awaited noise of re-enforcements coming
through the entrance was the signal for her to return to normal. She gasped a
much-needed breath of air before going unconscious due to the lingering effects
of the gas.
Robyn’s next thoughts seemed
hazy as she tried to sit up. A voice telling her to lie still till the effects
of the gas had passed brought back her last memories.
“Is everyone okay? All the
women?” she gasped out, as she lay back down.
“Yes, the place is secured. No
one got out and we have no casualties,” a voice reassured her.
Robyn relaxed, content to let
herself be carried out to a waiting ambulance, where she was again checked
out. Having recovered enough to stand up, Robyn steadfastly refused to visit
the hospital for a final check of her body. She asked what was going to happen
to the women, and was told they would undergo a deprogramming therapy before
being allowed to resume their normal lives.
Robyn managed to get a ride back
to her offices with one of the police units. She was told to expect a letter
and maybe a medal from the president for her efforts in countering the
terrorists. Robyn changed back to Robin, glad to shed her heels and
constricting bra. Being a woman was fine for a while, but lugging that extra
weight around on her chest in strenuous situations took some of the pleasure
away.
After taking a shower and
dressing back into Robin’s clothes, he went and wrote up his report for his
client, before closing up his office and driving home. He was pleased as he
drove, knowing that his first case not only had a positive result for his
client, but also that a serious threat to the country he loved had been
nullified. He hoped his next case would be a less complicated one, where his
unique talents could be used in a more regular role.
Tomorrow could be another
adventure in gender role swapping. Reaching home, Robin wondered what the next
case might be.
The end
Since 05/27/04