Santa's little helper

You paused for a long moment to think. Could this brown pen really give you the personality of another? If you knew that before, your plan probably might have gone a lot more smoothly, but it didn't matter anymore.

The possibility of becoming Andrea was intriguing, and probably preferable. You didn't really wanna get broiled up in a conspiracy to being down the shadow government. But did you have a choice? There's no telling whether anyone saw you at the scene, and the scurry you fled in didn't make you seem any less involved. Besides, Max will probably give them a description of the suit too, and they could track you down.

"Alright." You say with a sigh. "I'll join you."

A wide smile rose upon the man's face. He reached his fat hand towards you for a shake. You hesitated for a second, but took it.

He leaned back in his sit, then forward towards a crappy little intercome on his desk.

"Candy, mind coming to my office for a moment sweetheart?" He called, then leaned back in his sit.

A minute or so later, a young woman, only appearing slightly older than Andrea, stepped inside the room. She was beautiful, appearing much more natural and less abused than Karma was. She was pretty tall, towering over your new body, although she probably would still seem short in refrence to your old one. Her skin was pale as snow, and her hair was a firey ginger, cascading in waves down from her scalp. She was slender, not having too much in proportion, but her natural beauty was shimmering. The only thing that ruined this illusion was her large, fake tits.

"Wat is it pops? My shift done ended, I wanna go home." She leaned a meanicured red nailed hand on her hip, looking annoyed by the pimp's call. She spoke with the thickest New York Accent you ever heard, sounding like the stereotypical "jewish mom", character.

"Close the door sweetheart. I need to speak to you."

She rolled her eyes, turning to close the door. The moment she was out of sight, her body froze in place, before collapsing into an empty pile on the ground.

Shocked, you turned back to find the man pointing the black pen at where Candy stood a moment ago. "Holy shit.", you muttered.

"You get used to it." The pimp replied with a mischevious smirk. "Candy is probably my best girl. I figured if I'm gonna make you stay here, I might as well give you a good body. She's my personal favorite."

You were still pretty shocked, but managed to gather a response. "W-wait, stay here?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. Should've probably explained earlier." He said. "After you and your friend's incident, I have no doubt they are gonna come for me. So I have to... change face for a while, so to speak." He explained.

"I'm gonna be gone for a while, running some errands and setting up a new hideout. But this also gives me a valuable opportunity to gather information about them, and how much they've progressed these last few years. That's where you come in. I want you to watch this place while I'm gone, to notice any odd activity. They have no reason to suspect you, so you should be safe. But I believe you should be able to notice if anyone else tried snooping around here. Once we lure one of them in and get what we want, we can go on the offensive."

You paused, taking it all in. This was all so crazy. And you were very adament about becoming a stripper.

"So you want me to be your bait?" You asked stiffly.

"I guess you could call it that, yes." He addmited. "But you owe me that much after you and your friend blew my cover.

"I'll leave you with some of my spare skins in case you need to flee. Although I don't know how much that would help. Oh and also, I expect you to keep up my sales if needed."

You gulped. "You mean... sell the skins?"

He nodded. "I have a very deep web of partners. I can't disappoint them. Don't worry your pretty little head about it though. I'll be back to scoop you up soon" He chuckled. You really hated being patronized this much.

You took a deep breath. You were quite literally going to be the bait. He said you wouldnt be discovered, but if you were gonna haul a bunch of skins and sell others, you doubted that.

"How would I know it's you? I don't even know your name."

"Don't worry darling, you'll know." He said with a smirk. "And I guess I owe you that much. In this body, I'm Big Earl. But you can call me Jimmy."