This choice: A gas is released and transforms you • Go Back...Chapter #5A gas is released and transforms you by: Hole   The box started filling up with white gas. Nobody tried to get out but he was trapped. He felt his lungs choke on the gas before blacking out.
When he woke up, he was still in the box and standing up but leaning against the wall. He must've only blacked out for a second. However he felt some shifted weight on his body. He looked down and saw two massive mounds under his shirt. He pulled it open to see two massive breasts underneath. He screamed, but it was much higher pitch than he expected. He looked down at the rest of his body, confirming that he had been turned into a woman. An extremely sexy woman at that too. What the hell is happening? he thought.
That's when the door opened again. However instead of opening to the warehouse, he was instead greeted by a small room with a white floor and grey walls. Standing in the center of it was the woman from earlier.
"You!" Nobody says.
"Well, about time you arrived," the stranger says.
Nobody runs up and stands right in front of her, standing just taller than her in height and close enough that your breasts press against each other. "You better have some good explanation for this." Nobody says.
"Don't worry, I do," the stranger says calmly. "But I need you to calm down first, Okay?"
Nobody steps back and take a breath. Although still peeved off at the sudden transformation, she tries to cross her arms in annoyance, but her first arm cross with large breasts just results in an awkward attempt that she salvages into putting her hands on her sides.
"Ok," the strange woman continues. "You remember that hypothetical scenario I said where there was a secret organization that does the government's dirty work?"
"Yeah?"
"Well. It wasn't hypothetical. It's called Contact. We're responsible for missions all throughout the galaxy for the betterment and security of the UCR. From dealing with insurgents, alien spies, and assassinating warlords, the government comes to us for any dirty work it needs done."
"Um, doesn't the the government have agencies for that already?"
"Yes, but they're publicly known. So what they can do is severely limited. Take for example, Emperor Xal Ill from the Zhem empire. You remember him?"
"Yeah. Genocidal dictator. Died a couple years ago. What about him?"
"Well, do you know that he had plans to attack the Union?"
"Huh? I thought that was just him acting tough."
"Nope. He had entire fleets stationed in nearby nebulas ready to attack the Union. Would've killed billions. Guess who found out those plans."
"...You?"
"Me? No. That was agent HO. She found out his plans. And it was agent KY who took him out, causing his empire to collapse."
"Wait, I thought he was killed by rebels?"
"That was the official story. We're good at hiding our tracks."
"But, if the Union knew about his plans, why didnt the Union do something?"
"And risk panic among the population? Risk diplomatic repercussions for interfering in other nations' affairs? How do you think people would've reacted if a UCR commando was caught killing another nation's leader, causing it to descend into civil war?"
"...Sounds like something from the 21st century."
"Yeah. The UCR learned from history. So instead, it relies on us to do the dirty but necessary work without facing any obstacles or consequences."
Nobody was still skeptical. "Doesn't that seem kind of...unethical?"
"If doing important secret work is unethical, I hate to see your definition of ethical. Besides, I just told you the benefits of what we do. Such as stopping a war from happening. We have to keep our work hush-hush for a reason, but that doesn't change how much good we accomplish."
"... Well, that still doesn't explain why I'm changed into a woman."
"Oh, don't worry about that. Standard procedure for all new recruits. It's to separate you from your old life as much as possible. Don't want Bruce caught up in any drama we might cause."
"Standard proce- wait, new recruits?"
"Uh-huh. Nobodies like you are perfect recruits for us. No real world attachments, no official identities, very easy to integrate into our agency."
"Huh. W-wait, does that mean that you're also..."
The stranger took off her sunglasses and hung them on her collar. "Jake Butler was my name. Or at least the name of the person I was cloned from. But right when I was finished cooking, someone invented the cure to xenonium poisoning. I only got to meet his wife and unborn kid before they were taken away from me to go back to the real Jake. "
"Oh," Nobody said. So they had more in common than she thought.
"But then that's when Contact picked me up. Turned me into this hot piece of meat, and from then on I was Agent JE."
Nobody took in what she was told. "So, what's the catch?" she asked.
"For one, it's a one way trip. Once you're in, you're in for good. We also won't have any evidence of our existence. Not even registered as nobodies. So we won't have access to any amenities available to anyone else. Everything from housing, money, food, we'll have to manage on our own. Although Contact provides lodging, food and salaries. But out there, we're on our own. And if we die, which is something that will happen, no fanfare, no mourning, and most importantly, no new clones or reincarnation for us."
"Huh. Doesn't sound so different than normal, huh?"
Agent JE sighed. "I'm not going to sugar coat anything. What we do is dangerous. Death is a major possibility. And again, there's no turning back from this. So if you want, you can go back into that box, you'll be turned back to your old body, your memory will be erased of this encounter, and you can go back to whatever you were doing before. Or you can come with me through that door" she points to the door on the other side of the room, "and we can at least give you a new purpose in life, along with plenty of comrades who will support you all the way. So think about it carefully. What will you do?"
Nobody thinks about it and she...
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