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Chapter One

Waiting impatiently inside a small, nondescript room\nunderneath a private medical clinic on the outskirts of the city, 24-year-old\nKennedy Masters pondered how much his life had unraveled the last few months.\nHe was once known as the next big thing in investigative journalism, and\nsuddenly, his very life was on the line.

Kennedy was a journalist for the Atlantic City Chronicle,\na small city-wide news media company known for publishing conspiratorial\nstories the larger corporations wouldn’t dare touch. Only three years out of\ncollege, the ambitious brunette-haired man was still working his way up the\ncorporate ladder. Still, a small number of hard-hitting articles, particularly\none about the misogynistic treatment of female employees on the Boardwalk, had\namassed the attention of some significant national print media organizations.\nKennedy appeared to have a knack for receiving sensitive information that most\njournalists could only dream of having, and no one could understand how he did\nit, not even his colleagues.

Despite the theories surrounding how he obtained his\ninformation, the truth was not nearly as conspiratorial. Kennedy had a silver\ntongue and knew how to talk to women. He lived a bachelor’s lifestyle, using\nhis womanizing skills to identify lonely ladies and extract critical\ninformation from them. This tactic had served him well throughout his young\nprofessional career.

Kennedy’s last serious relationship was back in college,\nwhere he dated a gorgeous and driven brunette named Kayla Connors. She was\nextremely intelligent and challenged him in a way that no one had been able to\nbefore. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as wild as he would have liked in the\nbedroom, and he started to look for adventure elsewhere. His cheating ways led\nto a messy breakup, and Kennedy never saw Kayla again once she had transferred\nto a new college.

Back in the present moment, Kennedy wondered how his\ncurrent situation may have been entirely different if he hadn’t allowed his\nwandering eyes to get the better of him back then and if he had settled down\ninto a stable relationship with his former girlfriend. He also worried about\nAlyssa, his latest conquest, who became entangled in his web of deception,\nunwittingly filtering through all the information that led him to this moment.

Three months ago, Kennedy was handed a fluff-piece\nassignment covering the opening of the brand-new Sapphire Falls Casino on the\nBoardwalk next to Brighton Park. At the grand opening event, Kennedy attempted\nto land an interview with Vincent Russo, the mysterious patriarch of the Russo\nFamily empire and the owner of Sapphire Falls. Still, his efforts were swatted\naway at every opportunity. Not all was lost, however, as his attention was\ndrawn to an attractive redhead with the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes he\nhad ever seen. This woman was Alyssa Scaletti, the personal secretary of\nVincent Russo, and Kennedy’s brand new pursuit.

Using his charm to land a first date, and a second and\nthird one after that, Kennedy soon discovered just how many damaging secrets\nthe personal secretary had stored in her pretty little head. He made it his\nmission to coerce her into revealing every single one. It wasn’t long before\nKennedy discovered that Mr Russo first met his blond wife, Maria, at a party\nwhen she was 18. Despite being 13 years younger than Vincent, he became smitten\nwith her beauty and slept with her the night they met. After their passionate\nevening, Maria became pregnant with Vincent’s child, angering his father,\nCarlos. Carlos believed that reputation was everything, and his eldest son and\nheir to his fortune siring a child out of wedlock would bring shame to his\nfamily’s honor.

The elder Russo forced his son to marry the young blond\nbefore she gave birth to keep the family’s precious standing intact, and the\ncouple had produced two more sons since. While the story may have been a\nscandal back then, no one in today’s world would give the story a second\nglance, so Kennedy kept probing.

It took three further dinners before the industrious\njournalist managed to compel more worthwhile information from his redheaded\ndate. While Alyssa usually kept her cards close to her chest when work was\nconcerned, she took on an entirely different personality three pornstar\nmartinis later.

It turned out that keeping all this confidential\ninformation inside without anyone to talk to was eating away at Alyssa, and she\nwas desperate for an opportunity to unload what she knew. Kennedy had no idea\nwhy she had chosen a man she had just met to do so, but he put it down to his\ncharming smile and attentive ear.

Suddenly, Kennedy had enough information not only for the\nslam dunk story of the year but also enough to have the leader of one of the\nmost powerful crime families put away for a long, long time. She gave up intel\non money laundering, people smuggling, extortion, and racketeering, not to\nmention the murder of at least four missing men. Not only did Alyssa confirm\ntheir murder, but she disclosed the location of their buried corpses.

A week later, Kennedy had his career-defining story ready\nto publish. Still, his editor at the Atlantic City Chronicle pulled the plug,\nfearing the backlash they would receive. Frustrated, Kennedy eventually sold\nhis story to a rival publication, but his article would never see the light of\nday.

The day after he traded away his story, he received a\nknock at his front door, and two intimidating government men greeted him. He\nwas introduced to a local detective for the Atlantic City police department and\nSpecial Agent Jason Hawksworth, the FBI’s New Jersey field division leader. He\nwas informed that the FBI had been investigating Vincent Russo for four years,\nand the information in his unpublished article was enough to put him away.\nUnaware of precisely what Kennedy was committing himself to, he agreed to\nassist in the investigation. When Kennedy explained that Alyssa Scaletti was\nthe true source and her testimony would be a greater help, Special Agent\nHawksworth revealed, to Kennedy’s horror, that Alyssa had gone missing a week\nago. At that moment, Kennedy agreed to testify against the crime boss.

Despite the 37 charges of racketeering, money laundering,\npeople smuggling, and murder, Vincent Russo was granted bail the very next day,\npending the commencement of his criminal trial. Kennedy had been assigned two\nofficers charged with his protection once it became clear that the Russo legal\nteam had discovered the identity of the star witness. Throughout his\nconversations with Special Agent Hawksworth, it became clear that the FBI\nleader was less perturbed with Kennedy’s safety and wellbeing and more concerned\nwith seeing the case he had spent four long years involved in.

Kennedy turned out to be the FBI’s perfect star witness.\nHe was an only child, and his parents passed away a few years ago after their\ncar collided with a drunk driver, taking his vehicle down the wrong side of the\nfreeway. With no close family, there was no one Vincent Russo and his cronies\ncould intimidate or threaten to convince Kennedy to drop his testimony. He was\nalso ambitious and intent on making a name for himself, something a\nhigh-profile trial like this was sure to do.

The seriousness of the situation Kennedy was in dawned on\nhim during a day trip to New York City, with just two months until the trial\nwas due to begin. Enjoying a burger from his favorite cafe in Hell’s Kitchen,\nhe noticed a man dressed in a black hoodie observing him intently a couple of\nbooths over. He subtly tried to get the attention of his two plain-clothed\nsecurity detail sitting over by the bar, but they were too engaged in\nconversation to notice his muted signals.

They eventually sprang into action when the hooded man\nrose to his feet and pulled a pistol up from his lap. He pointed the gun\ndirectly at the bewildered Kennedy’s chest before one of the officers charged\ninto him. The shooter managed to pull his trigger, but his aim was redirected,\nand the stray bullet hit Kennedy in his right shoulder. Kennedy fainted after\nthe attack and woke up in an anonymous private clinic.

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Kennedy's\nmind was brought back to the present when he remembered the horrifying\nshooting, bringing his left arm up to his shoulder and wincing at the soreness\nhe still felt two weeks later. After being made to wait in this small, barely\nfurnished room inside the clinic's basement for what felt like forever, Special\nAgent Jason Hawksworth stepped through the door holding two cups of coffee.

He placed a mug on the table in front of Kennedy before\ntaking a seat in the opposite chair, placing his own coffee in front of him.\n\"It's good to see how well you have recovered, Mr Masters. You are\nincredibly important to us.\" He broke the silence.

Kennedy rolled his eyes before taking a long sip of his\ncoffee; he knew his testimony was far more valuable to them than he was.\n\"Yes, yes, I know,\" he replied dismissively. I trust the culprit has\nbeen caught?\"

The Special Agent pondered momentarily before leaning\nback on his metal chair. \"Yes, he was, Mr Masters. We have been\ninterrogating him for the last two weeks. However, the information we received\nis not good news for you.\"

\"Tell me then!\" Kennedy growled impatiently,\nslamming his fist on the table and wincing in pain as he exerted his recovering\nshoulder.

Hawksworth raised an eyebrow but appeared in no hurry to\ncomply with Kennedy's request. Eventually, he spoke. \"It appears as though\nthere is a bounty on your head.\" Kennedy gasped, almost spitting out his\ncoffee as the FBI man lectured. \"Vincent Russo does not appear content to\ndeal with you internally and has placed a target on your head to every low-life\nstreet gang on the East Coast. You may be the most hunted man in America, Mr.\nMasters.\"

Kennedy's brown eyes widened. The calm, monotonous manner\nin which he has been told that he was as good as a dead man infuriated the\njournalist even further. \"Well, what are we going to do about it? You plan\non keeping me here until the trial begins?\"

Jason shook his head slowly, \"That won't work. While\nthis site is secure, the bounty on your head has stretched too wide, and we\ndon't know who will try to collect.\" He paused before staring intently\ninto Kennedy's eyes. \"Our only option is to hide you in Witness\nProtection.\"

The star witness looked at the Special Agent in Charge\nwith puzzlement.\" Uhm, isn't that what you were already doing with those\ntwo bozos following me around?\" He shook his head when a sudden wave of\ndizziness hit him.

\"That is true.\" Special Agent Hawksworth\nstarted with a slight grin, \"But you are too recognizable now, and it's\nonly a matter of time before someone else comes for you. To ensure your safety,\nwe need a much more…\" He paused for effect. \"…dramatic\ntransformation.\"

Kennedy found it increasingly difficult to follow the\nSpecial Agent's words; his mind struggled to catch up, and his vision blurred.\nThe young journalist looked down at his half-empty mug. \"What did you put\nin the coffee?\" He attempted to appear defiant, but as he tried to stand\nup, his legs gave out from under him, and he fell onto the cold hard floor.\nWithin seconds, Kennedy's eyes closed, and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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The\nfinal moments before Kennedy passed out flashed through his mind as he began to\ngroggily wake from his enforced sleep. Fluttering his eyelids open, he\nimmediately noticed that something felt wrong. In fact, everything felt wrong.

First, he noticed that he was no longer in the small,\ndark room he had been drugged in. The ceiling was brilliant white, and the\nwalls were light pastel pink. Judging by the equipment surrounding the bed, he\nwas in a medical recovery room—a distinctly feminine recovery room.

He sat up and saw a glistening pink lock of hair swing\npast his vision. As he brought his hand up to catch the alien strand, he gasped\nwhen his sharp fingernail poked him in the face. Holding his hands up, he\nstared in horror as the slender fingers and the long, sharp, bright pink\nstiletto claws extended past each fingernail. “What the…” He paused in disarray\nwhen a sexy soprano escaped his lips.

Kennedy needed a mirror, and he threw off the bedsheets\ncovering him, taking a stumble forward when he jumped out of the bed. Looking\ndown, he noticed he was wearing a pale pink top, similar to a pajama top, but\nwhat alarmed him were the two obvious basketballs hidden underneath. Feeling\ndizzy from the whirlwind of emotions running through him, he carefully stepped\nforward in front of a full-length mirror on the door, and what he saw scared\nhim.

He saw the most stunning caricature of a woman standing\nin the mirror before him. She had a cute, angelic face with full lips that\ncouldn’t seem to stop pouting. Staring into the girl’s eyes, Kennedy noticed\nher tiny pupils were overshadowed by the large icy blue iris’ surrounding them.\nHer cheekbones were high and tinted as if emitting a natural blush. Gobsmacked,\nKennedy continued to stare at her features, his eyes lingering on the long,\nwavy, unnaturally colored candy-pink hair framing her face. No self-respecting\nwoman would ever dye her hair that shade and expect to be taken seriously, but\nthe girl possessed other assets that would make it difficult to be treated\nearnestly.

Just below her neckline, hidden beneath her top, two\nlarge E-cup breasts sat high and proud on her chest. The woman’s short stature\nand overall body shape made it difficult for Kennedy to believe that the girl’s\nbreasts weren’t surgically upgraded. The young charmer had always had a thing\nfor fake tits, and he felt a subtle warmth concentrate on his ground. Bringing\na hand towards his crotch, he stared as the girl’s expressive blue eyes widened\nwhen he discovered the void between his legs. Those bastards had taken his\ncock!

Feeling a sense of loss and anger well up inside him,\nunable to tear his eyes off the feminine, busty frame in front of him, his\nthoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly opened, replacing the\nreflection of the pink-haired girl with a serious-looking Special Agent\nHawksworth. “Ahh, good. You’re awake.” He commented as he stood in the doorway.

“What the fuck have you done to me?” Kennedy screamed out\nwith an unfamiliar girly tone to his angry voice before he lunged himself at\nthe FBI agent. Jason appeared ready for the attack and quickly subdued the girl\nin front of him before pulling out a syringe and stabbing her smooth neck. “I’m\nsorry I had to do that, but we need to talk.” The tranquilizer was acted\nquickly, and Kennedy once again fell unconscious before he could get another\nword out.

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Kennedy's\neyes fluttered open, and he noticed that he was in the same recovery room, only\nsitting in a high-back chair this time. The Special Agent sat on the other side\nof the desk in front of him. The feminized man attempted to lunge forward once\nagain but was surprised to find his feminine arms strapped to the chair's\narmrests.

\"Apologies for the precautions, but we have no time\nfor tantrums now, Mr Masters.\" Tantrums? He had somehow transformed the\njournalist into a walking wet dream and then framed Kennedy's reaction as\n'tantrums.' Kennedy's desire to kill the cocky agent appeared to grow by the\nsecond.

Noticing the angry pink-haired beauty in front of him\nrelent in her struggles to get free, Hawksworth continued. \"I understand\nthis may all feel a little extreme, but these are extraordinarily dangerous\ntimes, and we needed to take drastic action.\" None of those words put\nKennedy at ease, and his mind wandered from the why to how any of this was\npossible.

As if he could read Kennedy's mind, Jason began to\nexplain. \"The government has access to an entirely useful but perilously\ndangerous piece of technology called 'DNA Splicing.'\" He started,\n\"Now, the intricate details are too complicated for you and me to truly\nunderstand, but it basically allows scientists to alter someone's DNA. Not only\ncan they alter a person's physical characteristics, but they can also alter\nthem with visual traits that should never be possible naturally, such as your\nhair color. That is currently your natural color.\"

Kennedy noticed a faint smirk briefly appear on\nHawksworth's face as if the agent couldn't help but enjoy emasculating him.\n\"Once they have altered the DNA to their liking, they place you through a\nstrange scanner which speeds up the transformation. We have used this\ntechnology to send agents undercover before. Still, you are the first civilian\nto have undergone the procedure and definitely the most dramatic.\"

Kennedy gasped; it all sounded so far-fetched and\nunbelievable, except he was living proof that such technology exists. One\nquestion continued to swell up inside the feminized man's mind, however.\n\"But why do I look like this? Why couldn't you use the machine to change\nme into another man?\"

Again, Special Agent Hawksworth couldn't hide his slight,\ninsidious grin before taking on a more neutral expression and responding\nplainly. \"Because we needed to be sure that you wouldn't be found. We\ndidn't know how much of you we could alter before you stopped looking like you.\nSo we decided to transform your appearance into the opposite of you, someone no\none would ever dare suspect.\"

While it sounded logical coming from the agent's mouth,\nKennedy didn't want to accept that this was him now. How could he go back to\nworking in journalism looking like this? And that brought up another question\nin his mind. \"But this is all reversible, right? I won't look like this\nforever?\"

Jason tried desperately not to laugh at the question\ncoming from the soft, scared soprano voice: \"The same technology that\ntransformed you into this shell can transform you back. You may not look\nexactly as you did before, but close enough.\" It was the first thing\nSpecial Agent Hawksworth had said that put Kennedy at ease. He wouldn't enjoy\nlooking like this pink-haired Barbie doll, but it would ensure his safety, and\nit was all reversible.

\"Now, on to the next bombshell,\" Jason\ncontinued, and Kennedy looked back with a cute, bewildered expression. \"We\nbelieve this situation has opened up the perfect opportunity.\" He said\nmatter of factly before throwing a closed FBI file on the table before the\ngirl, with the words' TOP SECRET' emblazoned across the front.

\"We have an agent working deep undercover inside the\nRusso family's inner circle. She has spent three years working this job, and\nher intel was our biggest chance at bringing down this family until you came\nalong.\" Kennedy struggled to keep up with Hawksworth's intentions.\n\"We believe a second pair of eyes could help us land convictions not just\non Vincent, but his eldest son too, along with his lieutenants.\"

The FBI agent paused, and Kennedy struggled to connect\nthe dots until alarm bells started ringing in his pretty head. \"Wait,\nyou're talking about me?\" he asked desperately. \"You're smarter than\nyou look,\" Jason couldn't help but tease back in response before opening\nthe file on the table. You might recognize our undercover agent.\"

Still strapped to the chair, Kennedy leaned in and let\nout a soft feminine gasp, staring at the image on the table. Wearing a smart\nnavy blue and white pinstriped suit with a professional navy blue tie, he\nstared at his ex-girlfriend Kayla Connors looking back at him. The FBI seal was\ndisplayed on the wall behind her, and a badge was attached to the suit. She\nstill looked as beautiful as he remembered, with straight, natural brunette\nhair hugging her shoulders.

\"Special Agent Connors was the first to trial our\n'DNA Splicing' technology before she went undercover. She only has one contact\nfrom inside the bureau, and her commitment to the assignment has already helped\nus put the Russo Twins, Vincent's two younger sons, behind bars. You may have\neven walked past her recently and never even recognized her.\" He lifts her\nportrait from the file and places it next to the photo underneath, a photo that\nseemed to both confuse and arouse the bound pink-haired girl.

Staring intensely at both photos, Kennedy noticed the\nsimilarities; the size of her nose, the shape of her face, the same eyes\nstaring back at him. However, it was the differences that caught his attention.\nWhereas Kayla was always proud of her natural blond locks, a mountain of\nplatinum blond hair now framed her face, professional loose curls gave them a\ndramatic appearance. He wasn't sure if her lips were fuller or if it was the\neffect of the heavy makeup on her face, but they sure looked kissable. Cheap,\nbright pink plastic hoop earrings swung freely on each side of her face, and a\nglittery pink choker was wrapped around her neck. The most significant\nnoticeable difference was the size of her chest. The original Kayla had\nextremely modest B-cup breasts, but her cleavage now looked at least 3 cup\nsizes larger, and the glittery pink dress did its best to show off as much of\nher generous cleavage as she could.

Special Agent Hawksworth interrupted Kennedy's daze when\nhe started speaking again. \"You may know the woman on the left as Kayla\nConnors, but the woman on the right is known as Bella Bianchi. She has been\nworking as Maria Russo’s personal stylist for the last two years. She will be\nyour only point of contact during this assignment.\"

Kennedy finally peeled his sparkling blue eyes away from\nthe photos on the table and started to understand the implications of Jason's\nwords. \"Wait, assignment? That family wants me dead. There is no way I am\ngoing in there, especially not looking like this!\" He exclaimed, looking\ndown at his own mammoth-sized chest to emphasize his point.

Jason rubbed his full black beard for a moment. \"I'm\nafraid this has come from the top, and they don't exactly take no for an\nanswer.\" Without waiting for a response, the 45-year-old Special Agent\ndropped a new folder on the table before standing up. \"Inside this folder\nis everything you need to know about your new identity, along with your new\nundercover role. I'm going to unbind you now and give you some time to read\nthrough the file. I trust you are not going to attack me.\"

Kennedy meekly nodded, and the Special Agent approached,\nunbuckling the straps holding the feminized man's arms in place. Once he\nfinished unbinding Kennedy, Jason walked towards the recovery room door.\n\"We are short on time. You have an appointment with the therapist tomorrow\nand you start your new role on Monday. This door will be locked for your own\nprotection. Press the button near your bed when you get hungry, and a nurse\nwill take your order.\" Jason nodded professionally, although his eyes\nlingered on Kennedy's new form a little too long before he turned and left the\nroom, an ominous click indicating the door was locked again.

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Left alone, Kennedy placed his hand on the blank file,\nhis gut dropping in anger at the sight of the pink stiletto nails attached to\nhis feminized hands. After a moment of hesitance, he finally lifted the page to\ndiscover the new role that had been chosen for him.

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