On my own

The clack of high heels rang out as the woman walked down the Parisian lane after work, a baguette in one hand and her Prada bag in the other. Her long legs covered quite the distance in each step despite her 4 inch heels and the tight pencil skirt which hugged her every curve. A white shirt, blazer and a stylish maroon beret finished off her outfit and she giggled at the stares of countless men as she walked confidently past them.

She buzzed her way into her upmarket apartment building with a polite greeting to Jacque, the elderly doorman, and entered her spacious 2 bedroom apartment, the heels kicked off her stocking-clad feet as collapsed into the comfortable leather sofa. Her secretarial role to the Head of the DGSE paid well but it also came with an intense workload and **** secrecy measures which she had to abide by.

Despite being a secretary, she was privy to many secrets given she was the personal aide to the French spy agency's Chief Mandarin. She knew the comings and goings of many of the high profile intelligence agents and also that her agency was losing the battle to La Dissimuler, every week more agents were found within their ranks and purged. Unfortunately, since their efforts to recruit the young American called David and obtain his La Dissimuler stolen pens, their technological and intelligence capabilities had stagnated. Each of the DGSE's employees were subject to ever more and intensive screening on a regular basis to ensure that everyone was who they claimed to be. Not that many more didn't slip through the gaps.

With a deep sigh, Jeanne went for her daily safe space, the comfort of a warm shower. The stress from the office washed away with each passing minute and she massaged and pleasured herself in the privacy of the shower. After eating a small meal, she sat in front of the TV mindlessly scrolling on her phone whilst a trashy drama played in the background.

"It's probably time to take the fight to La Dissumuler huh?" she said to no one in particular.

Her hands moved to the back of her head where she reached under her stylish black bob before fiddling around for a moment. After a few seconds, a slight ripping sound could be heard and an unsightly gash appeared down the middle of her back. From the opening emerged a head with long dark brown hair and feminine features.

Jeanne's clothing were piled onto the couch and were soon joined by her hollow skin as Jessica emerged from inside her borrowed identity, stretching instinctively after being locked inside the secretary's form for several months. As she walked to Jeanne's bedroom to retrieve the pens, she thought back to how she'd infiltrated the DGSE to gather information after realising that her own independent intelligence gathering wasn't going so well. Not that the DGSE was doing so well nowadays due to the ever present La Dissumuler spies which had now infiltrated so thoroughly that their intelligence wasn't worth the paper it was printed on. The agency hadn't even realised one of their hard working secretaries had been replaced months ago though she thought it was a little odd that La Dissumuler hadn't tried the same.

Jessica dressed in a nondescript outfit consisting of a hoodie and sweatpants before transplanting her host with a few memories of past months into her mind with the white pen so she wouldn't be too suspicious when she awoke. If anyone really dug, they'd notice a few incongruities but she wasn't too concerned with being discovered as it'd probably be written off as another La Dissumuler infiltration. She zapped herself with the red pen to change her now dark brown hair to a strawberry red colour and then restored Jeanne before leaving her apartment.

The doorman gave her an odd look when she departed the building but with the changes she'd made to her facial structure and hair, it'd be hard for anyone to identify her in a line up. It was time to regroup at the safe house to formulate a plan to take on the insidious organisation was carefully manipulating world affairs and that had been hunting them for years now.