Walk a mile in just her shoes

Fiona’s eyes fluttered open, awakening to the overpowering glow of lights and the intoxicating presence of a redheaded agent, a woman whose every movement dripped with sensuality. Compared to Fiona's restrained vibe, she seemed to be from another, bolder world.

“Miss Fiona Carver,” Agent Cherry Ember began, voice smooth and teasing as she skimmed through a file, each word accentuating their contrasting demeanors. “Stanford prodigy, electrical energy maven, eco-warrior. Admirable. But socially? Our intel paints you as... timid."

Indignant, Fiona shot back, “So, I’m attacked and that’s your concern? My social life? What happened to Matthew? To our research?”

Ember leaned forward, a smile tugging at her lips, “They took it all...... You’re a victim, true. But for us? You’re a goldmine of opportunity.” With dramatic flair, she revealed just the top of a photograph of a woman who was unmistakably Fiona, yet radiantly different. Though only her head was visible, she seemed more confident - her hair straightened and slicked back in a ponytail, a nice tan and eye-shadow. But the main difference was her posture, she stood radiating power and as though she looked down on everyone.

"I don't remember taking this picture!" Fiona said.

"That's because you didn't. There is an organization, the secret illegal arm of the oil companies. They like to call themselves Big Oil Orchestrating Big Stuff, or BOOBS for short." Just that made Fiona blush. "It just so happens that the leader of BOOBS looks exactly like you, so we were thinking...." Ember said, softly

Fiona finished, "You want me to go undercover into.... BOOBS?"

"Yes" Ember answered, smirking. "You will be striking down big oil, saving Matthew and your research. We have already captured your double, we just need to place you into the org now"

Fiona couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into. But still her research, and Matthew, needed her right now. She steeled herself and went to speak, "I'll do it!", but halfway through her confident declaration, Ember cut her off.

"Before you commit, and I want full commitment, pull out the entire photograph and have a look"

Fiona pulled out the photograph to reveal that the woman in the picture was wearing.... nothing. She saw her curves, her modest but perky boobs, her toned torso and stunning legs. But not a stich of cloth.

This doppelganger stood confidently, her nudity accentuating her allure, each curve a bold declaration of self-assurance and power. Fiona couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at the woman’s audacity.

“This,” Ember continued, eyes sparkling with mischief, “is Jasmine, head of BOOBS. She doesn’t just wear her confidence; she wears her skin, and nothing else. She is a nudist, never wearing any covering”

“Y-You want m-me to.... In order to save the world I h-have to?” Fiona murmured, eyes still fixated on Jasmine’s fearless display.

"Come with me" Ember said

With a tantalizing sway, Ember escorted Fiona to a cell. There, in living color, sat Jasmine. Her bearing was regal, her naked form a canvas of unabashed confidence. She sat there, legs slightly apart, hands behind her, thrusting her chest forward, showing off all her assets, uncaring of who might see.

Seeing her live, Fiona couldn’t suppress the waves of inadequacy washing over her, juxtaposed with a strange yearning for that level of self-assuredness.

“We want you to fill her... vacant shoes, wear nothing but an air of confidence and go undercover, take BOOBS down from within” Ember whispered, her hot breath tickling Fiona’s ear.

The hot breath and the vision of herself as a confident, nude woman flushed Fiona. She imagined herself nude, in front of people, in front of Matthew! She couldn't help but turn red, but she also felt a tinge of something else. But the thought of wearing a low cut top would send Fiona into a frenzy, let alone being nude for an extended period of time. In front of people. No way.

Overwhelmed, Fiona stammered, “I...I can't...”

Ember sighed, "That's what I thought. It was a long shot to involve a civilian like this anyway. Here's my card," she said, handing Fiona a business card with an address on it, "if you change or mind or have anything else to report, come to this location in the next couple of days, ok?"

When Fiona found herself back home, she threw Ember’s card on her table. It landed next to the answering machine, which she hadn't checked since some time yesterday. The blinking light caught her attention, and she clicked on it. There was a single message. It was Matthew, his voice filled with the usual excitement about their research, but then it shifted, becoming more intimate, more ****.

"...Fiona, you're brilliant. I wish you could realize that. You're ana amazing lab partner, and you're so strong. Mentally strong." he said. Fiona picked up the card, Matthew's words ringing in her ears. The voice of Matthew continued, "You've got this spark; you can achieve whatever you set your mind to......" That was it. Fiona couldn't ignore this. It was a sign. She ran out of the door, holding the card aloft, running to the location written on it. Meanwhile, behind the closed door of her apartment, Matthew's message continued to play. "Fiona, I can't keep it to myself any longer! I love you!" Unfortunately, no one was present to hear this.

Charged by Matthew's words, Fiona raced back to the address on the business card. It was a WeWork, a office sharing space. How clever, Fiona thought, the CIA using an office sharing space so people can come and go without arousing suspicion.

Fiona made her way to the suite mentioned and saw the unmistakable voluptuous figure of Cherry Ember. Confronted by the redhead, Fiona declared, "I'll do it." Agent Ember quirked a brow. "Are you absolutely committed?"

Fiona understood what that meant. She had to become Jasmine. She took a breath, and took off her jacket. Ember smiled. She followed that up with her shirt and then her pants. She looked over at Ember, hoping that would be enough. Ember's eyebrow remained quirked. She did, however, have a smirk. Fiona was completely red and mortified inside, but Matthew's words still rung within her. She shed her bra and panties as quickly as possible, standing exposed in front of Ember. The crazy thing was how sexy she was without clothes, she too was toned, her legs were amazing, despite them never being given air to breathe, and her boobs were perky and enticing. She stood in front of Ember, her skin tingling as the room's cool air danced over her. She stood there, every fiber of her being focused on keeping her hands to her sides, and not covering her delectable body. While she was embarrassed and red, there was a tinge of excitement and pride in her face

Ember grinned, “You’ve certainly bared your commitment. But just so you know, this isn't a CIA facility, we just use a WeWork for some civilian meetings. Those programmers next door just got a... 'full-stack' view.”

As realization set in, Fiona's face turned a deep shade of red. In the distance, muffled laughter and the unmistakable sound of camera shutters seemed to mock her hasty decision.

"Oh and also, Jasmine is shaved down there as you may have noticed"