Mission Prep

“I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Tim said, pulling up his tight pink dress. It was a different style than he had become used to since he began to transform. Sure, it still contoured his thin waist and big, beautiful breasts, but instead of showing off his cleavage, a hole had been cut out of the stomach, showcasing his underboobs. It would bring quite a lot of attention his way, something was he was looking forward to.

“Of course it’s a good idea,” Justice croaked back as she stared at the city through the hotel window, her voice like pulling old nails from aged wood, “this Santos fellow has the truth about Martina, so you’ll go get it. Don’t tell me you’re chickening out. After all the favours I’ve done you?”

Tim paused in his primping and shot her a look over his shoulder. Favours? Yes, in a way she had given him the life of his dreams, more even. He barely had to lift a finger and women came flocking to him. Even lesbians couldn’t stay away. But that day he was feeling the cost.

Not being home made him constantly need to touch up his makeup. He had tried to take a nap that afternoon, but just the thought that he might smear his lipstick had kept him awake. Sure, he had slept at Nancy’s before, but those sleeps were fuelled by sex-exhaustion. His girlfriends had ensured that he was so tired that he was able to overcome his obsession.

Being away from his lovers had also shown Tim how used to frequent sexual attention he had become. The way he had flirted with that cop, luring her to join him on his dangerous mission, fully intending on taking advantage of her once they were done. What was wrong with him? Wasn’t it enough to have six girlfriend? And wouldn’t a sexual encounter be cheating? Honestly, Tim wasn’t sure. The nature of his love life was so strange that it was difficult to define what was right and what was wrong, especially since his trades seemed to often give him the ability to change other peoples opinions.

Thinking back on Raven, the officer he was bringing as backup, Tim thought about his abilities. Thanks to the trade he had made with the immortals, he had seen the lust and desire coiled brightly in her, all directed toward Tim. Had he wanted to, he could have reduced her to a drooling mess, begging for his attention, dying to feel his touch. It was a frightening amount of power, something he wasn’t quite comfortable with. Yes, it was his fair and square, but how he would want to use it was still to be seen.

It was a stroke of good luck to run into Raven, another result of his trades. A life without misfortune must mean a life with ample good luck, right? Going into the home turf of a gangster with no protection would be dangerous, but having Raven there would make him a lot safer. He could have grabbed any police officer from the precinct, but how lucky to have run into a beautiful cop from his home town, one that he’d already met, one that was already buzzing with desire for Tim.

“I’m not a chicken,” Tim said, turning back to his reflection and adjusting his breasts, “it’s just dangerous. This Santos guy sounds like bad business. Are you sure you can’t just…”

“No can do, toots,” Justice said without looking away from the window, “The only way I can interfere is if it has something to do with you. Get you in the room, then maybe I can jump in. Maybe. But I’ve given you plenty of tools. Who knows, you might be able to get this one over the finish line all on your own.”

“But what if he…”

“Worry about that when you get there,” she snapped, “There’s a poor girl rotting in jail, waiting for the **** squad, all for your benefit. The least you can do is use your abilities to help her out.”

Tim stopped himself from saying anything, instead focused on inspecting his eye liner. She was right. Martina hadn’t asked for her fate. It was a curse entirely brought on her due to Tim’s turn of luck. Had he stayed the sad sack he used to be, Martina would still be a free woman.

“Fine,” he said, his high pitched voice still surprising every time he heard it, “but promise me you will be watching, just in case things start to go south.”

“Oh I’ll be there,” she said, finally moving from the window, “and I’ll help where I can. You just remember what you’re there for. This is a rescue mission, not a chance to get with your lady cop friend. Whatever you do after is up to you. You’re a big boy, and you’re in your big boy panties. But until then, stay focused.”

“I’ll do my best,” Tim responded, knowing full well that focus might be difficult knowing how many people would be listing after him wearing that pink number, but unable to get the willpower to change into something was revealing.

The sound of his phone brought his eyes to the notification it displayed.

“She’s here,” he said, “I’d better go.”

“I’d say ‘good luck’,” the immortal said, “but I guess that’s par for the course now. Have fun, but stay on target!”

Tim hoped he could. The stakes had never been higher.