Undercover Agent Rina

Author's Note: This is a fan story of a recently released adult game. The game is fun enough, but the real thing I enjoyed about it was the setting and concept. I just fancied attempting to recreate the setting with a bit more prose, to further explore and attempt to explain this weird and wonderful world... And to indulge in adding some of my favourite kinks too.

You're in an antique store uptown when a man behind you coughs expectantly. You turn to see a tall guy with sunglasses and a suit on. Very weird choice of attire considering how hot it is, and also how dark it is in this shop.

"You have freed me from my prison, and so I shall grant you three wishes." The man says boldly.

Oh great, a crazy person.

"Come again? You're a genie?"

"Yes, you freed my from that jar when your elbow nudged it. And now, you shall have three wishes."

"Uh-huh. Okay, well then, let me match your freak." You say idly, deciding to see if you can get a rise out of him by saying some really dumb wishes. "Okay, I wish that I'm a hero. And, um, I have psychic powers. And I wish I was super hot."

"Your wish is my command." The man replies with a stony expression.

"Damn. That didn't get the rise out of you that I was expect-"

But then your sentence is interrupted as reality shifts.

"-ting." A young woman's voice finishes your line for you. It's your own voice, but it doesn't sound like yours.

"What the fuck." You say, looking at your soft, slender hands... and the massive chest trying to burst out of the smart white blouse you're wearing.

You are standing on a busy train, and as you blink with confusion, the doors close and a noisy hum fills the carriage.

"What the fuck indeed." A man standing beside you responds. The humming of the train is so loud that you can only hear him because his mouth is right in your ear. "As was in your brief, Agent Rina, we don't know what's causing them to explode in number so fast, but their activity seems to be limited to the Magirail. Your unique abilities may be our only hope in addressing this issue and handling it before this situation gets completely out of hand. I've been instructed to leave you alone so that you can remain undercover. I will be waiting with the conductor in the rear carriage. Come make contact when you're ready to leave. My officers are waiting at each stop to complete the arrest of any incapacitated molesters. They don't know the identity of our undercover agent, so don't expect them to act warmly towards you or even know who you are."

And with that, the man, who you see is wearing a standard police uniform, disappears into the crowd.

"What the actual fuck is going on." You say again. But nobody hears you over the din of the now-moving train.

Oh my god. That really was a genie. And I've been transformed into some big-titted broad in a different world!

And then... You sense a tingle in the back of your brain. And to your absolute astonishment, the surface level thoughts of other people begin to wander through your own brain, like weird ghostly echos, coming from no direction, and every direction at once.

'I hope I'm not late for Jane's birthday. Oh god I hope I'm not late...'

'I can't tell Brian that my portfolio is down 15%, he'll fire me on the spot....'

'Wait, is that... Oh god, someone behind me is touching my butt! It's too cramped! I can't move away! I'm being molested!'

Your eyes fly open wide. You can hear people's thoughts... And also.... Someone on this train is being molested!

"Hey! Keep your hands to yourself!" You try to shout.

But no noise exits your mouth. Or if it does, it's completely nullified by the hum of this weird fucking train. It's completely shutting off your ability to use speech to communicate.

Every fiber of your being has a single intinct: Some poor lady is in trouble... I need to try and help her!