Undercover as a fluxgirl!?

Vonce sat self consciously in the den of Anchor Nantzee's Prime, Hibert Von Klay. Vonce had long ago learnt that being on the Prime's security detail required the utmost loyalty to the Prime but that loyalty was going to be stretched this evening.

"I have a special mission for you. I need you to spy on Lincoln Kennedy, the newly appointed Military Commissar. The Deputy Prime, the Industrial Commissar and I all suspect him of plotting against us." The Prime said.

Vonce nodded. These were serious allegations. That aside he was unsure how he could infiltrate Kennedy's department. "How?" he asked bluntly.

"As a Fluxgirl," Von Klay said slowly. "There is a Fluxgirl in my harem that he has wanted for some time named Rachel. You shall take her place and I shall gift you to him."

Vonce tried not to show his surprise as a chill of fear run up his spine.

Von Klay continued, "the two Commissars, the Deputy and I are travelling to the border of Anchor Zulu and are having a Flux junket. I need you to be there secretly. You will be transformed and enter into the service of Lincoln Kennedy. You will pass information onto myself, the Deputy or the Industrial Commissar when we visit Kennedy... as you know it is customary for Fluxgirls to entertain guests."

Vonce licked his lips, realising exactly what 'entertain' meant. The mission was fraught with peril both mental and physical. "How long is this assignment expected to last...?" The amount of time he spent as a Fluxgirl would be critical. The longer he stayed the more it would affect his will to return to being a man. And then another though came to his lips. "How will I be extracted?" It seemed unlikely that Kennedy would take Rachel - him to Flux again. He briefly wondered if he would ever be extracted. It would be politically more expedient to leave a loose end like a Fluxgirl where she was if there was no plot to uncover. Could he trust the Prime this much?

Von Klay stroked his chin like a true politician. "I think he will take Rachel everywhere. We expect you to be there for six months until the next junket... or until we can expose Kennedy's plot."

Vonce thought about that. Six months. Would he even want to return to his life after six months as a Fluxgirl? He really didn't know, but he feared he may not. The thought scared him. He had little choice but to agree anyway. If he did not his career would be over. "Promise me that you will return me to my body no matter how much time elapses or how happy I seem...even if... I have a child?"

“You have my word."

***

Pleasaris was a border haven straddling Flux and Anchor that catered to the whims and fantasies of the rich, decadent, powerful and corrupt of Anchor. Here everything and anything could be purchased. But that was but the tip of the iceberg. The haven had access to Flux and had a resident Flux Master.

Vonce looked at the pleasure haven. It was huge with spires and towers and massive walls, able to withstand an attack from Anchor. Limning its outline was the weird swirling grey vortex of Flux behind. The view was imposing and a little maddening and he could not look at it for long.

Flux was like that for most.

He entered by a private entrances and a valet led him to a special suite. Most of the resort lay in Anchor but a few of the rooms lay in Flux - such as this one. It felt no different than Anchor to Vonce - but for the rare Flux sensitive person it gave godlike power.

"You shall tell no one," Vonce noted to the valet with a slight tremble of fear. He hardly wanted others to know of his sudden loss of manhood and status. Even if it was temporary. He hoped.

"Of course, anonymity is assured," the valet soothed with an evil little smile. Vonce nodded warily as the valet departed. No one but the Prime and the valet knew he was here or that he was going undercover as a fluxgirl and he was about to be transformed into a fluxgirl.