Not What She Seems

Bodysuits, masks, and disguises was originally what got me into the world of tg captions and as such, they will always hold a special place in my heart. This a revisit to one of my favorite transformation methods and I plan to write a lot more bodysuit/disguise caps in the future! 

Transcript: Descending from the 35^th floor, the girl had plenty of time to apply a fresh coat of lipstick and readjust other aspects of her appearance before sashaying confidently through the lobby and vanishing into crowded street. Despite her glamorous looks, the male front desk receptionist had barely even batted an eye and only bided her good evening as she walked past. It was expected of the hotel’s affluent clientele. No further exchange beyond the polite recognition of each other’s presence was made, but they both knew from his alternating gaze between her and her oversized bag that he was not naïve to the nature of her visit, or so he thought.

In actuality, there was much more to her than most would give her credit for, an advantage she unhesitatingly exploited. Had anyone bothered to look into her oversized bag, they would’ve found the expected change of clothes, kinky lingerie, and erotic toys, but a closer examination would’ve also revealed the presence of a rather unusual item: a very special flash drive. It was what she, or he rather, had been sent to retrieve from the occupant of suite 410, the notorious underworld gangster Louie Mantovani. Spectre tried hard not to crack a smile as he recalled the evening’s past events.

The lifelike bodysuit he was wearing had performed marvelously, allowing him the guise of a lovely brunette seductress, even under the most intimate circumstances. It was a wonder what splendid technology they had these days and he would most certainly be using this particular piece of equipment again. Not only had Mantovani literally invited ‘Juliette’ up to his room, more than tripling the amount of time saved compared to the conventional way, Mantovani had also had the good sense to demand privacy for the two of them, making the job that much easier. But the benefits hadn’t only been empirical. There had been the endless amount of free drinks at the bar while he’d waited for Mantovani, which had undoubtedly led to the discovery of the bodysuit’s more exquisite capabilities later, including the unbelievably intense sensations generated by the suit’s cutting edge neuro-simulators. Missions were so much more satisfying this way.

Spectre just hoped that the boys at the lab wouldn’t be too upset with him for having dirtied the insides of the suit. In the heat of passion, neither he nor Mantovani had remembered to use protection or to pull out. It’d been a simple mistake. He hoped they would understand, but if not, he could always argue that he had only been intentionally collecting a genetic sample!