Keeping up with the Joneses

If your training has taught you anything, it's that sometimes the best solution to a problem is to sidestep it and move from a different angle. Targeting Scott Jones is too obvious, and has all kinds of unpredictable pitfalls. What you want to do is create trouble that brings him into question, yet ultimately will have little impact on whoever you impersonate. Naomi's career could be over if she did something inappropriate. But Robin? Robin's GPA and family connections will smooth over almost anything. She seems like your ideal choice to create a little chaos.

The only problem is how to 'acquire' her. Elena points out the same thing. The family home is too secluded; no way to sneak in, and CCTV will record any intruders, making it almost impossible to switch there. That's when it hits you, and a plan forms in your mind. Sagely, the agent listens as you outline what you're going to do. Then nods, mulling it over.

"An interesting approach," she confirms.

A half hour later, having made several phonecalls to check out your hunch, you're slipping into your first skin of the night. Carefully you grap your new body's face and tug it over your own, flexing his muscles as you do so. Memories aren't required, but the brown pen already has you acting like your new host completely as you climb into his jeans.

Back when your training first started, in what seems like an age ago, you had found yourself as someone eager to become Miss Universe. If that skin taught you anything, it was that women put a lot of preparation into looking good for an important event like tonight. Coming straight out of her academy, Robin would have been sure to do one thing before heading home.

You shudder in your new body - Wes Lonsdale. You zapped him after repeatedly banging on the back door of his business, knowing it was sure to lure someone from the exposed front of house. So far, your plan has gone perfectly. You button up his jeans and saunter into the front.

"Wes, honey. Your next appointment is here," a woman - presumably a co-worker - calls. You smile, dropping into a characteristic Wes posture. In front of you, dressed conservatively, is the lovely Robin Jones. She's athletic, with wavy strawberry blonde hair twisting around her shoulders, stunning green eyes and a slight smattering of freckles across her nose. There's no question she's an attractive woman.

You wave. "Hey, girl! You're giving me some serious Amy Adams-Emma Stone right now! So what's it to be?"

Robin's smile could light up a room. "I've got a charity event to go to tonight. It's important for my dad. So I was wondering if you could do something special? Something classy? You know?"

You snap your fingers, picking up your scissors. You knew Robin would head to a hair salon before she went home; it was a combination of training plus instinct. And now, as her hairdresser, you've got the perfect opportunity for a switch.

"Absolutely," you agree. "Come, this way. I've got some product out back I want to show you that will be perfect..."