He leaves you alone and you make a discovery.

You are disappointed after several minutes that he hasn’t joined you and you resign yourself to simply stroking your cock till you get off and let your load fly against the shower wall. Looking down at the mess running down the wall you surprise yourself for a second as you drop to your haunches and give the salty mess a good lick. Sticking your face under the shower with a big grin you can’t help but fondle your tits as well. Then to your shock you feel something unusual. On the underside of your left breast, at the edge of the implant as you give your tit a nice squeeze you actually get the tiniest bit of interference on your internal computer. You stop and do a scan of all available frequencies and realize your tit is broadcasting. “Fuck they have a tracer in me.” Your first instinct is to panic and run, but then you realize if they haven’t attacked yet they must be waiting for you to do something. Perhaps they want the money, or to find whoever hired you. You know if you disable it they will surely be on you in an instant.

Climbing out of the shower you catch the guy in the living room talking about you to someone on the phone. You actually hate to do it, but a quick strike later drops him to the floor in a heap. You know you have very little time now. Quickly you race around his house and find something to wear as a disguise, finally finding a pair of sweat pants that you slip into, a flannel shirts, and a pair of tennis shoes that are a bit big but passable.

You then gather up both of his guns and search a bit for ammo. To your surprise you also find a drawer full of women’s clothing. Picking up a cute pink lace g-string you can’t help but take a glance in the mirror on the dresser. “Aah fuck it. Like I don’t look better that way. You take the extra time to strip down and change. Pulling up the panties, you stuff your cock into them and can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a pussy. Shaking that off you rummage through the drawer and soon realize whoever these belonged to was smaller than you. None of the dresses would work or the pants so you don’t even bother giving them much thought. Finally you find a black tank top that must have been large on the previous owner as it is a bit tight but fits pretty well, it is designed to look like the bottom was torn out and with your nice big tits, it gives you a bit of bottom boob cleavage. In the same place you also find a layered black skirt with several unnecessary belts that you pull on. The only shoes you are able to use are a pair of black platform mules with 5” stiletto heels. “I’d fuck me.” You giggle into the mirror. Finally as you slip the gun, bullets, and the prototype into a little black satchel like bag, you grab the keys to his car and quickly call Max.

“Hey Max. I got out ok, to an extent. But I lost all my gear, hell I don’t really have anything I did before. I am in a car I stole from a security guard that is probably able to be traced some how. Yeah and my tit seems to be transmitting a signal to someone. So yeah I need help if you can give it.”

“Who the fuck? Lynx is that you? You sound different? Hey no offence but you are fucked, I don’t know what exactly you did but some German dude by the name of Sebastian has put out a sizeable reward on your ass. You had better get the fuck out of town, or at least lie low for a while. As for the tracking device, when you end this call your computer can generate white noise that will block the signal till you can get to the doc and have him remove it.”

“Well, Fuck, here take a look at this picture.” You quickly snap a photo of yourself and send it to him.

“Ok, who is she? Another elf slut you pissed off?”

“No Max, that is me.”

“No fucking way. Really? I guess that explains why you sound like a chick.” Then he gives you one of those gasps of realization, “Oh I see, a disguise. Damn who did the surgery? That is some good work, full body restructuring, wow I take it you already spent the $100k you just earned.” You hear clacking and a couple of hmm’s before he comes back, “Well I sent out your picture to see if it got any reaction, and nothing stuck. Apparently that will work, I guess I could set you up with a new place to live, documents, and the works for $22k. Too bad you didn’t notice the bug earlier and have the doc that worked on you take it out.”

“Yeah, it is a long story. So, any good ideas for a new handle for now?”

“Actually yeah, I had a girl no one ever met named Vixen that was supposed to start working for me that had a change of heart. It will be a perfect cover for you, she did a couple of quick jobs that were real low profile and no one has seen her face, all I have to do is let people see you and let them know you work for me and they will make the assumption themselves, you won’t even really have to sell it.”

“Sounds perfect. I guess I need to go take care of this bug, thanks for the idea about jamming the signal. Any way you could get a ride and the documents and stuff to me?”

“No problem. How much money do you have left? Do you want a bike or a car?”

You quickly call up some specs on cars and pick a little red sports car. “How much for one of these?” You ask sending him the link.

“Yeah no problem, but the only one like that I could get quick is yellow and $30k.”

“Perfect. How about dropping it with the documents in it at the big sports arena downtown.”

“No problem, the box underneath with the key will be locked with the code, 83aAkstd9. Good luck.”