A bright light was blinding Jim's eyes when he woke up the next morning, lying on a cold, hard floor. He felt like he had slept for a century.
As soon as his vision cleared, he saw the most gorgeous, exquisite blonde woman he had ever seen. She had full, luscious breasts, ruby red lips, slender arms, sexy hips, and shapely long legs. The complexion of her petite, feminine face radiated nicely with the yellow business skirt, blouse, and jacket she was wearing that was complemented with delicate, dainty, yellow high heels. Her blue-eyed face seemed to welcome Jim to the light shining behind her.
Jim just laid there, admiring this beautiful creature, thinking to himself, "Did I just die and go to heaven?"
"Welcome, Jim," replied the woman's most musical soprano. "We've been expecting you. Please, come inside."
As she bent over ever so delicately to offer her hand for Jim, Jim took a deep look at the woman's impressive cleavage. Wow!!!!, thought Jim. This woman was so sexy and so feminine! He eagerly took her hand and continued to stare at this breathtaking beauty as she led him towards the light.
When Jim went through the light, he cleared his eyes and took a glimpse at his surroundings. He was amazed to see a highly sophisticated, state of-the-art computer and science lab. It had a lot of unusual gizmos and gadgets that Jim wasn't aware of their existence. Jim heard buzzes and saw sparks fly off in all different colors as he was led through the room.
"This way, Jim," replied the woman's honey-sweet voice. She gestured toward a transparent mirror that seemed to be made of a gelatin-like substance. Both Jim and the woman walked through the mirror.
Jim then saw an elegantly furnished room with five circular chairs around a simple table, placed in the center of the room. Jim saw four men, each as dazed and confused as Jim was.
The woman gestured and smiled to Jim as she indicated for him to stand next to the men. Jim looked at each man and noticed that they were just like him; ordinary and oblivious as to what was going on here.
"Gentleman," the woman said. "Welcome to the MTF Headquarters. My name is Bambi Taylor. I am the secretary to the head of MTF, Benjamin Tyler. If you would please be seated, I will contact Mr. Tyler. Don't worry about the wait; he will be here very shortly."
Jim and the other four men sat down on the circular chairs, wondering what was going to happen next. Bambi swayed her hips as she walked through the mirror to get Mr. Tyler.
Jim and the other men waited a few minutes, until they heard a loudspeaker call out in the room, "Gentleman, may I present to you, the head of the Male Transgender Force, Mr. Benjamin Crawford Tyler!"
Jim and the men looked at the mirror, and expected to see an aging, gray- haired old gentleman wobble over and greet them. But what they didn't expect was...Bambi Taylor!
Bambi Taylor swayed over to each of the boys and said, "Hello, gentleman; I'm Benjamin Tyler, but you can call me Ben for short." The men were so shocked that their mouths opened in horror. But it was expected, because those very words were coming from Bambi's very deep, masculine baritone voice!
"Fooled ya, didn't I? Yes, this curvaceous beauty you see before you is really Ben Tyler," said the woman with a booming chuckle. "Or..., and he switched back to Bambi's soprano,..."you boys still think I'm this beautiful, elegant, classy babe, Mr. Tyler's secretary, Bambi Taylor?" The woman then primped and pouted her lips.
The men, including Jim, just froze in fear. They stared quite a while at Ben/Bambi, as he/she proved to them that she was all "woman" by caressing her sensuous body while at the same time talking in that masculine voice, disproving her womanliness.
Finally, one man, a short, balding fat man with a ruffled mustache, said, "Hey, what's going on here? You cannot be a guy! You gotta be a chick; you don't look like some crazy cross-dressing pervert or somethin!"
"Ever heard the saying," chimed Ben/Bambi in his/her soprano voice, "don't judge a book by its cover?" said Ben/Bambi in his masculine voice.
Ben/Bambi now sat down on the table, while crossing his/her beautiful legs, and said "Now, gentleman, my female disguise made you really think I was a woman, didn't it? This is just part of the disguises you will be wearing, for you five men have been chosen to chosen by the American government to take part in a top secret undercover organization, headed by yours truly.
Ben/Bambi stepped off the table and walked seductively around the men, saying, "All of you men have something in common; you were all sent her by my associate Dr. Laurel Hashimoto because you had done some crimes to the Feminist Cabal, am I correct?"
All the men looked at each other (and at Ben/Bambi) and simultaneously said, "Yeah."
"Well, then," remarked Ben/Bambi, "I myself am a man, although right now I may look like a stunning blonde bombshell. I have heard of the Feminist Cabal and the Male Chauvinists' activities, and it goes against all of the principles of our country. That is why I created the MTF. This force is designed to infiltrate the activities of both gender factions and make sure that justice is being served."
"The catch is, we infiltrate by disguising ourselves as women; not like some buch of "Ladies' Night" crossdressers; we look, act, and behave like beautiful, gorgeous women."
"This force is, in a way, an escape for all of you men; you will act and become women only when you are called upon to do so. You won't have to endure the jiggling or the imbalance or the pressures of being women unless MTF needs you. Do I make myself clear?"
All five men nodded their heads.
Jim then raised his hand and asked, "Excuse me, uh, ma'am; I mean sir..."
"It's alright, Jim," Ben/Bambi reassuringly said. Don't worry about how to address me. Just ask your question, please."
"Thanks," Jim said. "Well, anyways, the thing is that I just don't see how do you plan to make us look like babes."
"That's what we will do next; give you a demonstration. You see, gentleman, you won't wear things like wigs and fake eyelashes to create the feminine illusion. The MTF, in conjunction with the Body Shop, has created special, high-tech body suits that when put on, are specialized and customized to transform you all into women. If you will please follow me through the mirror, I will take you back to the computer lab, where myself and Dr. Laurel Hashimoto, the creator of the Body Shop, will demonstrate the gracefulness and elegance of the body suit, the Femme-6000," said Ben/Bambi.
The men and Ben/Bambi then went through the mirror and back to the computer lab. Ben/Bambi then led them to the center of the lab, where Dr. Laurel Hashimoto was waiting for them.
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