A hero you say?

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Milo squirmed in his chair. He wasn't used to his newly padded posterior. After he escaped the shower, he found Devon/Becks and Natalie in their room. Once the budding friends were able to calm the now voluptuous young man down, they got dressed and met in the dining room of their new home. They had offered Milo a pair of yoga pants that would fit his new figure, but he had refused, instead choosing a pair of Samuel’s grey sweatpants to wear with one of Natalie's baggier shirts. Milo was still freaked out by his new body and wanted only masculine clothes. He didn’t even care that he had to roll the waistband of the sweatpants down quite a bit so he could walk without tripping. He failed to realize that with his new form, he looked more like a girl wearing her boyfriend's clothes than anything remotely masculine—a detail that Devon/Becks quickly picked up on. She really felt bad for her husband, but she couldn’t help but giggle at his current situation.

“Okay, Becks, Nat, and Paris. Are we ready to start our two days of prep before our cruise?”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Milo/Paris spoke through gritted teeth at his new name.

“Paris, we explained this already. From here on out, we have to start using only our new names. We are going to be on a cruise ship surrounded by people 24/7. If a single person hears you called Milo, that’s going to bring up suspicions. Not to mention, there are countless phones and other devices with speakers that could be monitored by the syndicate, waiting to pick up on your name or Devon’s name. That could bring unwanted eyes to this cruise, which is the last thing we want. But maybe you want to get caught. You got a famous name, Lancaster, but that body is a show stopper.” Samuel said that last sentence with a sinister lust in his eyes. “How long until your new assets are on the back page of some tabloid trash? Or maybe you don’t want to hide your new form?”

“Fine…” Milo/Paris responded with some shock. He hadn’t thought about how embarrassing it would be if his temporary body got out. What would his buddies at work say? Or Kat from the coffee shop? His father?

“..fuck you,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Not now, baby, but if you’re good, maybe later,” Samuel said with a wink, which caused the other two girls to giggle. “So today, we need to get you girls ready for a cruise.”

“So, shopping!” Becks asked excitedly. She was so excited to buy some new fun clothes to show off her revitalized body.

“Yes. Haha. But first, your sister is going to need your help. Paris doesn’t know anything about makeup, behaving like a woman, all of that. So, between you and Natalie, you're going to have to give her a crash course in being a woman.”

“OMG! That is going to be so fun!”

“Good, I’m glad you're looking forward to it! Now, Paris, I need you to do two things while you’re preparing. Pay attention to the other girls as they help you get ready. You are now an influencer, a model, and all woman. It has to be second nature to you. I know you don’t really want to do this, but remember, not only does the life of your wife and yourself hang in the balance, but my team is the best chance our society has against the largest network of global terrorists in the world. If you actually put our mission in jeopardy, I have full authority to eliminate all threats to our mission—both external and internal. And I will carry out my mission.” Samuel said with a cold harshness, no falter in his voice.

Everyone knew that this was bigger than everyone in that room. But something started to burn in Milo/Paris. He could be a hero. If he kept his focus and put one foot in front of the other, he could finally prove himself to his family name. His father's pride. He sat up in his chair.

“So, please take this seriously. Now, I am going to go into town and meet up with a contact at headquarters. You three stay here. Natalie and Jasper are in charge while I’m gone. Your primary objective is to become your new identities. Break your old behaviors and learn new ones. Tomorrow you will hit the town and fill out your new wardrobe for the trip. Then we depart for the port and leave on our cruise.”

After their first meeting concluded, Samuel departed. The three girls re-entered the bedroom that Becks/Devon woke up in. It was a clean room with white tile floors and walls, white beds and furniture, and large windows allowing the natural light to brighten it. Across from the bed was a vanity with an assortment of makeup and a TV with a makeup tutorial video on it.

“Okay, Paris, we have about 12 hours until we need to get ready for bed. We are going to come at you fast. Try to absorb as much as you can. I have compiled a playlist of the most-watched tutorials and ‘get ready with me’ type videos. Watch them, learn them. Not only pay attention to how they apply makeup, but how they interact with their audience. That is another part of your identity. You are going to have a presence online, and these girls are going to be great teachers to help with body language and voice.”

As Natalie carried on, Milo did his best to slow his pulse. He thought this was ridiculous and humiliating, but he didn’t want to die. He wanted to prove to everyone he wasn’t a coward, that his success was more than just nepotism. He could be a hero all on his own. He just reminded himself it was like running: just focus on your breath.

“But before we get to that, we are going to have a little dance party. This will help you loosen up. Dancing can be very feminine; try moving your body like a girl. You are also going to need to sing. Women speak in a very light, sing-song tone, so singing with the female singers will help you train your voice in a more natural way.”

“Hell yeah!” Becks/Devon shouted as Natalie turned on what may be the girliest playlist ever created. It had modern hits from Sabrina Carpenter, Charli XCX, and Tate McRae, and also mainstays from Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Katy Perry. As the music started to play, Natalie and Becks grabbed Milo/Paris by the wrists and pulled him to the empty space in the room. All three of the girls began moving their bodies to the beat of the music. Becks and Natalie were singing and laughing at the top of their lungs. Milo/Paris tried to move his body, but he couldn’t get past his awkward hesitation. He couldn’t move his body like this.

“Hold on,” Natalie began, turning the volume of the music down. “Paris, come on. You are just going to have to let go.”

“I can’t, it’s just not me!” Milo flopped down on the bed in frustration, covering his face in his hands.

“Oh no,” Becks said as she curled up next to her sister/husband. “I know it’s hard, but you are so clever and brave. I know you can figure this out.”

“I don’t think I can.”

Natalie was beginning to feel frustrated. They were wasting precious time. She knew she had one more option to pursue. “I have an idea,” she said, getting up and grabbing a bottle from her bag. “Here, take two of these. It’s nothing serious, just a benzo to take the edge off and help you get out of your own way. It’s actually common for agents to get a little stoned on these. It helps the new information sink in easier, like when you were waking up from anesthesia.”

Milo/Paris took the pills. Besides running and girls, Milo/Paris really loved to party. Devon was even a little worried that Milo had a budding addiction.

“Okay, let’s try this again,” Natalie declared, turning the music back on. Milo was still too uptight to let loose and dance, but he at least tried this time. He was slowly swaying from side to side while the other girls danced with much more joy. Milo turned his back and closed his eyes. He focused on his breathing, like when he ran. He only focused on his breath, and he started to let go.

“Please me, baby,” the song lyrics started to seep in a little deeper this time. “Let me hear you say it.” He started swaying his hips more while he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. His body was bouncing in a way that was beginning to feel more… fluid. It was almost like his body had its own independent momentum that he was starting to feel and adapt to.

“Booty so soft you want to smack it again.” smack

Milo/Paris looked over his shoulder at his wife/sister, who was now laughing as she grabbed his hands and pulled him into a dancing embrace as the song changed.

“Got me walking side to side.” Becks/Devon stood behind him and began swaying from side to side.

Tonight I’m making deals with the devil.” Milo/Paris felt a push on his shoulder as he began to bend over. “A box labeled Tiffany.” As Milo bent at the waist, his sister began to shake his hips more. Starting to feel more and more high, Milo began to really pop his hips. His new posterior began to twirl and pop like a pro, to the point that he was hearing clapping. He turned to face his applause, only to realize the clapping was coming from his own ass. Milo began to feel embarrassed and ashamed again, but the music changed.

“Hey baby, hey baby, hey.” The new upbeat music, teamed with his captors dancing and laughing, made redirecting Milo so much easier. “All the boys, hey baby, hey baby, hey.” The girls began dancing around Milo, quickly forming a line with Milo in the middle. Devon was in front and directed Milo to put his hands on her hips. He felt Natalie’s hands on his hips from behind. Devon began rocking her hips from side to side. He felt his own hips sway in unison, directed by Natalie. This was followed shortly after by Devon/Becks taking steps, and Milo followed, his hips still swaying. It didn’t take long for Natalie to move her hands away, and not long after that, he took his hands from his wife. Now, like a kid who was finally riding without training wheels, he was soon walking like a sexy woman who was familiar with her curves.

The three “girls” continued to dance for well over an hour, until Milo appeared to have fully mastered the sway of his new curves.

“Get it, girl!” the other two clapped as Milo put his hands on his knees and “dropped it,” popping back up blushing.

“I’m so proud of you, baby, you’re doing so much better!” she said, giving him a hug. “Now let’s sit down and watch some Huda Kattan videos, and then maybe some Kathleen Fuentes