Chapter 10

Pulling his diminutive frame up into the passenger side of Sidney’s black SUV, Calvin felt out of place. His body wasn’t moving like it should, or more specifically, there was a lot of extra movement in places there used to be no give. The unfamiliar tits bounced with each step, though not as much as when he wasn’t wearing a bra. They certainly weren't something he was anywhere near becoming accustomed to, and the same could be said for his new equally thick ass. It wasn’t as over the top as the jiggle physics often seen in some video games, but he couldn’t discern a difference just twenty four hours after the alterations had been made.

Dealing with uncomfortably foreign sensations throughout the morning, Cal felt expectedly out of sorts in many ways, one of which was a new kind of vulnerability, a type that, for once in his life, the curvy man couldn’t throw machismo in front of to compensate. Standing next to Sid, someone already half a foot taller than himself, combined with the dwarfing sensation of being perched on top of the massive bucket seat of the truck, a long forgotten feeling washed over him, as he realized just how small he was compared to the rest of the world. Now he was sitting next to another man, one he was superior to… at least in terms of workplace hierarchy, and yet every time Sid glanced in his direction, he found himself unwillingly at the mercy of the giant’s gaze.

Calvin felt like Sid was going to break out into laughter all over again. “Just… No.” Cal said, ending the long silence.

“Excuse me?” Sidney had just backed into the street, and was shifting back into drive, completely unaware of the myriad thoughts running through his charge’s mind.

Glaring out the window, Cal crossed his arms with a “harumph”. He didn’t care for Sid's tone, almost as much as he didn’t care for the knockers bouncing on his slender forearms while he squirmed in his seat. Not wanting to give Sid the satisfaction, the skirted man just squeezed himself tighter, like a comforting parent. Perhaps if Calvin’s parents would have done so more often, Cal might have had enough compassion to avoid his current predicament, though he’d never tell himself that. “Whatever you are thinking, just… no… Don’t say it… don’t even think it…”

Glancing to the side, Sidney saw the feminine figure watching the landscape pass by. ‘Not even bothering to look at me… you know I should…’ He considered telling his boss to get out right there, that he wasn’t paid to be disrespected, but something stopped him. Calvin’s command had been clear. The man didn’t want to discuss his predicament. The thing was, the person next to him didn’t sound much like that shitty boss he remembered. They weren’t dressed in an expensive suit like his Calvin Bennent. They definitely didn’t have his douchey beard. No, the only thing he saw was a sad young woman in a short skirt, showing off a lot of leg and an abundance of cleavage.

The whole image left the order hollow on impact. Deciding not to retort, Sidney set the issue aside as best as he could. Moriah had given him a task, and he was going to complete it. He just didn’t understand how much fun this was going to be for him originally, but now, a never ending source of amusement was struggling to maintain anything resembling composure in the seat next to him. Nodding, Sid continued on down the road, and soon enough, the duo arrived at their first stop.

The pair walked across the parking lot, the silence thick between them. Sidney looked straight ahead, while Calvin kept his head on a swivel, paranoid that someone was going to see through his disguise, or even worse, recognize him.

“Hey… ah… Maybe I should just wait in the car? You can handle whatever you need here, right?” Calvin asked, not paying any mind to exactly where they were visiting in the little strip mall.

Sidney had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. ‘A soldier doesn’t do such things in view of a superior, nor does anyone well versed in corporate politics.’ he told himself, thinking back to his initial reaction upon seeing his boss’ new look for the first time. Quietly admonishing himself, he responded. “No, you will have to come inside to get your new ID.”

“ID?” Calvin asked, his voice slipping back into its usual register.

To close the gap between them he had to take a dozen steps at his mincing pace, just to keep up with the giant’s strides. It didn’t feel great to realize that a few days prior he would have broken his neck, trying to move like that in the torturous heels, let alone glide in them. As undesired as the skill was, it was needed right then to keep up with his unruly employee. When no answer came, Calvin found himself walking in the automatic doors of the neighborhood DMV. As soon as he crossed the threshold, Calvin stopped dead in his tracks.

During each of his shopping excursions, the feminized man thought the mall was busy, but the government building was on an entirely different level. It was a mess of tired, angry, and sweaty human beings tightly packed like sardines, filling the sea of uncomfortable plastic chairs in the waiting area. There must have been a rule that said, at all times a baby must be screaming somewhere in the room. In truth, only a few people looked up from their phones, but a selection of men who saw the girl with the rich creamy skin kept their eyes glued to her.

“Sid… we should… We need to go.” The words came out in a hushed, but still very feminine whisper.

When once more no answer came, Cal tried to nudge Sidney for his attention, but the man had already stepped forward with the line, so the manicured hand only offered a light touch, one that rested on the muscular arm instead of shoving it.

Feeling the lingering sensation on his forearm, Sidney looked down to see Bennent’s little fingers stroking his sleeve. The little watch, and gold bangle made the wrist appear much dantier, the long glossy nails doing much the same for the fingers. A feeling of revulsion ran down his spine, causing Sid to yank his arm away, and scowl. Before he could snap at Cal though, a familiar face waved them over, and the pair skipped the line.

“This her?” The DMV employee asked, looking over the girl Larson brought in. He said he needed a favor for her, and Larry, Sidney’s contact, knew exactly why the callous man would be willing to jump through so many hoops for her. She was an appealing sight, the Latina, who seemed to be both uncomfortable, and just plain mad. He wouldn’t have minded having a little fun with her when he was younger, or even presently for that matter, not that he could imagine he had a shot now, but her sour puss expression only affirmed that idea. Considering what he knew about Larson, he was either doing a good deed, or he was up to something shady - something he wanted no part of.

Sidney nodded, and they were brought to the side, away from the rest of the hubbub. “Thank you for the help today, Larry. You know I appreciate it.” Sidney motioned to the pretty thing next to him. “Clara here needs an ID to start work tomorrow, but wasn’t bright enough to think ahead. That’s why we need, and appreciate your help.”

Calvin felt like a piece of meat. The man, who had to be at the very least in his sixties, stared at his chest hungrily. Between that, and the lingering gazes of a few lustful strangers, Cal’s paranoia told him they were all about to call him a freak before tarring and feathering him. Uncharacteristically he started to shrink into himself quietly, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to leave as soon as possible.

“This is just a state ID?” the DMV employee asked, looking Sidney in the eye. “I’m not breaking any laws for you.” The statement made Sidney hold up his hands in surrender.

“No, I would never ask you to do anything like that.” The elderly man glowered, clenching his teeth. Larry knew Sidney Larson. He knew there was more to the story than a girl being too airheaded to take care of something. There was definitely a lot left unspoken.

Calvin’s eyes darted back and forth between the two. Larry, the old creep, looked ready to call Sidney out on his bullshit. Cal thought it would be just the thing he needed to put an end to this fiasco. There was obviously more to the relationship between the two surly brutes, but he had no way of knowing any more than that without asking some question. Right then he only desired to go unnoticed. The urge to hide or flee was paramount over any need for more dirt on the head of security. He couldn’t pass up a chance to stop this insanity.

In a barely audible whisper, Cal suggested, “Ma…maybe we should go, I don’t want to get him in any trouble.”

Giving the feminized man the side eye, Sidney restrained from telling his boss to shut it. He was only here to help the ungrateful prick, and Moriah out, though truly just Moriah if he was being honest. He still didn’t understand the purpose of all this, and he really didn’t want to be here himself either, but there was absolutely no way he’d be going to report back to the hotel owner a failure.

“Look,” Sidney made eye contact with the man behind the counter, “she’s in a tough spot. She might have missed some deadlines, but Clara has a good heart. She just needs a little help. Clara can’t get a driver's license, or a social security card. She’s not trying to get a license, or a social security card. She’s not trying to defraud anybody. She just needs an ID so she can work. In fact, that’s all she needs, because once she can actually get started at the hotel, we’ll be sponsoring her work visa. Come on, Larry. It’s not for me. It’s for her. She’s innocent in all this.”

Leaning on the counter, Larry let out a sigh. Larson always knew he was a sucker for a sob story. He looked her over once more, wondering what kind of kickback Larson was getting from this, or if it was something even more personal. “Where are you from anyhow, Chica?”

The man’s roaming eyes made Cal feel uncomfortable in ways he’d never imagined, bringing his appearance to the forefront of his mind. His feet were held at an odd angle from the heeled shoes. The cool air breezed over his hairless legs. The weight of his bosom, and the tug of his bra straps were something else entirely. Pushing past it, Calvin spoke up before Sidney could answer for him. He really disliked how they kept talking about him rather than to him.

“I was born in Arizona, jackass.” His words weren’t as biting as they once were with his practiced feminine voice.

“Woah, woah, calm down there, girly. You speak English well enough, but if you need a sponsored visa that story isn’t going to fly with me.” Larry gave Sidney a look.

Calvin could feel Sidney’s eyes boring through him, as his large hand pressed into his lower back, a reminder to behave. It reminded him of when he was in church with his parents, and his father would put a hand on his shoulder to remind him to sit and be quiet. He absolutely loathed being handled. Cal jerked, and inwardly he screamed, yelling at his employee not to fucking touch him, but no words came. Everything held in by his force of will or at least that is what the beat down man would like to think. The abrupt motion, and jiggle, caused the words to die on his tongue, allowing Sidney to continue controlling the conversation.

“She actually doesn’t speak a word of Spanish, believe it or not.. or at least nothing she didn’t learn from tv. One of those kids with parents who wanted a better life for her, dreamers or something, right?” He gave a shrug, as if to say either way didn’t matter to him.

Calvin frowned, crossing his arms furiously, unaware of the effect it had on the straining blouse.

“Nice of you to help her out. You two dating or something?”

“No!” the two proclaimed in unison.

Eyes narrowed in rage, Calvin waved his hand in the air to attack the very idea that he was gay, let alone would be with this prick. Sidney’s baritone voice was much easier for those around to hear than Calvin’s. He had been lying out his ass, coming up with things on the fly, and at some point he’d taken a wrong turn with Larry.

As quickly as both answered at the same time, and both just as forcefully, the man behind the counter chuckled, mumbling something about there being no need to lie. “Fine, fine. Little lady, do me a favor and look into the camera here.” Larry snapped the picture. Glancing at his monitor briefly, he turned back to her. “Okay, one more. You’re a beautiful woman when you’re angry, so I’m betting you are a knockout when you smile. Would you give me a smile for the photo?” A neutral expression is what was required, but he really wanted to see how pretty she could be when she wasn’t being such a bitch.

‘Beautiful?’ A light blush came to Calvin’s cheeks, not because the complement felt good, but because it ramped up his level of embarrassment. He wasn’t supposed to be pretty, or beautiful. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen himself in the mirror, but the thought hadn't really occurred to him, at least not of how others would see him. It was as if the world itself was conspiring to squash his masculinity. ‘All I wanted to do was fuck that redhead. Is that so wrong!?’ With a little prodding he finally relented, and smiled.

“Here you are, sweetheart.” Larry handed over the little piece of plastic.

Taking it, and immediately turning towards the door, Calvin was happy to be done with the place, though less happy when he read the state issues document saying his name was Clara Diane Bent, and that he was a twenty-two-year-old Hispanic female. Before he could walk off, he felt Sidney’s hands on his shoulders once more, turning him back around.

“Again, appreciate you, Larry, and I’m sure Clara does too. Isn’t that right, Clara?”

“Ye… yes. Thank you, Larry.” Cal was far from thankful, but it wasn’t Larry the creep's fault, though he would have preferred it if he had just turned them away.

While the two older men said their long, southern goodbyes, Calvin didn’t pay them any mind, as he read the ID card over and over again. He tried to wrap his head around how it had been so easy to create a person out of thin air. Once outside, he finally found his voice again.

“Sid!” Calvin called out, Leaving, it wasn’t any less difficult to keep up with the man's pace. “Sid!” he cried again, but the man didn’t so much as slow down, let alone stop. “Sidney Larson!” Calvin shouted in his normal voice, stopping in the middle of the parking lot.

The change had Calvin coughing, feeling like something was stuck in his throat. It only then dawned on him that yelling in a man’s voice, even one that wasn’t very deep, was probably a bad idea. Still he watched, as the man finally turned around. Sidney didn’t look happy, but that was just his normal expression in Calvin’s experience.

”I’m white! Why are you pushing this farce? It’ll be obvious to anyone that I’m from here.” Calvin whispered harshly, as he stomped his heeled foot, upset he had to raise his voice to get Sid’s attention.

Suddenly Calvin felt the man’s large hand wrap fully around his bicep with room to spare, quite roughly, as he leaned in close. “You need to remember who you are, Clara. You’re a young lady, just like that ID says you are. You do not get to call me by my nickname, or even my first name for that matter. You call me Mr. Larson, or I swear to you, you will feel my hand on your backside like Miss Abrams instructed.”

Calvin tried to pull away, but the older man was much stronger, yanking him even closer, regardless of how much he tried to resist. He nearly lost his balance before taking a mincing step forward.

“You want to fire me? Not going to happen, I took your shit for too long.” Sidney didn’t think there would be this much of a problem between them if Calvin had just treated Moriah right, or even if he hadn’t wormed his way back into her life with all his lies. None of that mattered now though, and he was furious. “I am helping you for the good of the company, and as soon as you do your job the sale can go through.”

Biting his tongue, Sid thought to himself, ‘No more of the prick’s micromanaging, no more telling me what to do. He’ll get his money, and I will never have to deal with him again. Fuck, if I’m really lucky, I’ll figure it out myself, and then Moriah will realize just how useless he really is.’

Unable to get away, but not willing to just take the arrogant ass’s disrespect, Calvin spit in the man’s face. He was so close, it was hard not to smell the coffee on his breath.

The minor assault was enough for Calvin to get free. He stumbled, but managed to stay on his feet. Continuing the engagement, he narrowed his eyes, glaring at the taller man through the curtain of eyelashes. The back and forth with his voice made his throat a bit scratchy, but despite how he looked there was no way Calvin was going to keep doing that bullshit girly voice.

“I used to like you, you know that SID? I used to think you were the man I could go to when I needed things done. Now though, fuck you.” For a few heartbeats Calvin clenched his fists, before having to shake off the pain of his nails stabbing into his palm. “You are fucking fired! We don’t need you! The last thing you are going to do is drop me off back at home and then you can fuck off to whatever hole you live in!”

Wiping the saliva from his face, Sidney calmly pulled out his phone. Putting it on speaker, he held it out so the feminized man could see the screen. “Hey, yeah, Miss Abrams, Clara just tried to fire me, and told me I can fuck off to whatever hole I crawled out of.”

Calvin could see his girlfriends’ name on the phone and glared daggers into the man standing opposite him in the parking lot. “That is not what I said! I said…'' Calvin was cut off by a rather angry voice. “Clara, you sound like you are coming down with a cold. Now you need to calm down, and show Sidney the respect he deserves. He doesn’t have time for your girly hissy fit. With Calvin on vacation, the only one that has the power to fire him is me, and I’m not going to do that. You need to learn to work together. He is going to be your only contact while you’re undercover, so I think playing nice would be in your best interest. As I told you before, I can’t be associating with someone in your position. Your only option is to do as he says or quit. I swear if you ruin this deal, I’ll take you to court. Do I make myself clear, young lady?!”

‘Court?’ Upon hearing the word, Calvin’s glare morphed into something far more pathetic, and as it receded, Sidney’s grimace became a smirk. While unable to see, on the other end of the phone Moriah took note of the pause and pushed her advantage. “Now tell me you will be a good girl for Sidney.”

“She should call me Mr. Larson.” Sidney interjected.

“That sounds appropriate.” Moriah agreed.” Clara, tell Mr. Larson you will be a good girl for him.”

Calvin felt rather small at that moment. The woman he loved said she would sue him if he didn’t go along with her scheme. He agreed the night before, but he didn’t realize he’d have to take this bullshit from someone beneath him. Not once did he consider how tough all this must be on her though, losing him for a short time, and the stress of knowing someone was stealing money from the company she loved like a child. It must have all been too much for her, or she would never have snapped at him like that. Clearing his throat, feeling defeated, Calvin spoke once more, this time in the voice Moriah was expecting to hear.

“I will be a good girl for Mr. Larson.” he said, cringing as he could practically feel the fucker smile as he held the phone.

The typically calm voice of Moriah spoke once more, a smile on her face that could be heard in her every word. “Sidney, how are your errands with Clara going?”

Calvin, unable to look at the man who had just grabbed him, kept his eyes glued to the black asphalt of the parking lot instead. ‘I just told him I would be a good girl… fuck…’ The word embarrassed hardly described the magnitude of what Calvin felt, as a heavy blush burned his cheeks, all while a seething rage bubbled underneath. It was the smallest he’d ever felt. Full of emotion that thrashed like a stormy sea, it nearly pushed him to cry, but there was no way Calvin was going to give this man the satisfaction of breaking him.

‘Moriah, Moriah… you’re being emotional with everything happening.’ he told himself, projecting his own feelings. ‘Just hold it down, Cal, hold it down. You’re a man, not some emotional woman. This asshole will get what’s coming to him when this is all over.

Holding the phone in one hand, Sidney watched as Calvin, or rather Clara, stood a few feet from him trembling, and shaking her head. “Not bad. We have her ID now, and we’re on the way to the bank so she can set up an account. It would go a lot faster though if she wasn’t wiggling her ass in the face of every man she walks past.”

Calvin’s eyes shot up from the ground, only to see the smug smirk on Sid’s face as a chuckle came through the phone. “That is just how Clara walks, Sid. She promised to be good for you, so do try and be nice to her, won’t you? We each have our part to play.” Sidney nodded like the woman on the other end could see him.

“Will do, boss lady, will do.” With that he hung up the phone and motioned over his shoulder. “Let’s get moving, Clara. We have a lot to do.”

Calvin got back into the truck, keeping quiet. In his seat he kept his legs firmly together and crossed at the ankles like he’d been taught, his eyes glued to his hands resting in his lap. ‘She actually laughed at me. What the fuck Moriah?’