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I do not own any names, images, or trademarks of any kind featured in this story. A Circeverse story.

  Federal agent John Morales was in for a long night. Word was out that the crime boss Roman Sionis, AKA Black Mask, was planning something huge; whatever it was it called for hundreds of pounds of C4, 15 highly trained mercs, and it surely wasn't a coincidence that the a truck full of Nth metal was making it's way through Gotham on it's way to the federal reserve in 3 weeks. If they were going to even have a chance to stop the theft, they were going to have to find Sionis. They received a tip that he may be attending a high stakes poker game in Central City, hosted by a known contact Veronica Sinclair, AKA Roulette (Why do all of these guys have stage names?). They kept tabs on Sinclair, but it wasn't going to do them much good. They had only one chance to get Sionis, and Sinclair more than likely wasn't going to give him up. This left the agency with only one choice......

    John waited in the limousine, in front of the luxury hotel that Sinclair was staying.The limo's real driver was persuaded to take the night off for a few thousand dollars. He had an aluminum briefcase hidden underneath the passenger seat, tools of the trade he liked to call them. He could see Sinclair coming out of the front lobby, so convinced that she was untouchable. John took pleasure in the fact that he was about to prove her wrong. Sinclair entered the car, "Varius Square, I'm in a hurry, so pick up the pace. "Yes ma'am" said John, and he made his way into the city streets. Sinclair looked out the window, "I thought Ritchie was driving me tonight." John was ready for this question, "He had to take off, his mom was in an accident." Sinclair glared at John, "If Ritchie had to leave, he would have notified me, and he would have gotten Fred to fill in for him." John was slow to reach the button that would have raised the glass separating them (Which would have also activated the knockout gas dispenser) in seconds Sinclair had one of the needles in her hair around his neck. John felt the serrated spike knicking his neck. "Pull over at the next alley, or your going to find it really hard to breathe!" John had no choice, she had is cojones in a vice. He pulled over into a small alley, perfect for murder. Sinclair put her face close to John's ear, "Now, who paid you to knock me off, huh?" She pressed the needle closer to his throat. John had to think quickly, if he said the right things, he just be able to get out of this. The pain in his neck made it difficult to talk, "Sionis.....Sionis wanted you out of the picture."

  Sinclair seemed to buy this, as she slightly eased the needle. "Typical, I always thought he would come after me someday." John was thinking rapidly, trying to come up with the right thing to say, he couldn't slip up. "Sionis wanted you dead, but another client quadrupled his offer, now I'm trying to kill Sionis!" Sinclair still held the needle to his throat, "If that's true, why did you hijack my limo?" John didn't hesitate to answer, "I needed you to get close to Sionis!" Sinclair let out a loud, indulgent laugh at this, "And exactly how am I supposed to help you with that?" John pointed at the passenger seat, "I could show you, there's a briefcase underneath the seat!" Sinclair thought for a moment, "I still have this needle at your throat, and it's a lot faster than a bullet." John waited a few seconds, finally Sinclair said "Slowly, slowly take it out." John rested the case on the seat, unlatched it, and slowly opened it. Inside were a few silver cans (which looked an awful lot like makeup bottles) and a syringe. Sinclair finally took the needle away from John's throat, resting it on his shoulder. She looked at the contents quizically, "What is that?" John massaged his neck, "It's a modified version of Renuyu, it allows someone to take on the appearance of someone else for a few hours, all that's needed is a subjects DNA, preferably blood." Sinclair realized what John was saying, at let out another indulgent cackle. "And why on earth would I let you do that?" John didn't waste anytime answering, "Well, I was going to knock you out, but now that you know Sionis wants you dead, don't you want him taken care of?" Sinclair lounged on the leather seats, thinking, "Wouldn't it ruin my reputation if an assassin disguised as moi killed a player like Sionis?" "You have plausible deniability" said John, "All that they would know was that he was killed by a shapeshifter, they wouldn't know why, and it would be unlikely that you would implicate yourself." Sinclair gave John a mischievous grin, "Alright, but I want half of whatever it is your being paid, deal?" She reached out her hand to shake, John extended his and shook, "Deal."

    John got into the compartment with Sinclair, and opened one of the bottles. Sinclair took the bottle gingelry, "I may have said yes, but your not getting my blood" and spit into the white cream. John took the bottle, and began mixing it with a small, spoon-like tool, hoping that the saliva was enough. John was relieved to see it take the peach-like color that meant it was ready to use (He doubted very much that he could convince Sinclair would give him her blood). When he was done mixing a few more bottles, he stripped down to his tighty-whities, revealing a stretched and faded approximation of Sinclair's dragon tattoo. Sinclair gave him a flirty smirk, "Been looking at me closely Mr. Assassin?" John didn't respond, he just started to rub the Renuyu all over his body, trying not to miss a single patch of skin. Sinclair watched intently as the changes started. John's feet were starting to shrink and become dainty and all across his body, splotches of his skin were starting to match Sinclair's tanned, olive colored skin. His legs were becoming shapely and womanly, and his thighs and buttocks ballooned out making strange squelching noises as they did so. Sinclair noticed that his under wear was starting to fit more loosely at the front, and how he was trying to mask his obvious arousal. Johns sides caved in, the creating Sinclair's luscious hourglass figure. John started to breathe rapidly as her chest started to push out, creating a pair of decently sized breasts. Sinclair inched toward John, suddenly overcome with arousal, and started to caress the former man's breasts. John wasn't used to the sensation that was coursing through his still-changing body, and yelped in a voice stuck between male and female octaves. John handled Sinclair's hips, his arms and hands beginning to match the ones feeling her up. John was having difficulty breathing as her adams apple started to disapear, causing her neck to ripple in strange ways. Sinclair noticed this and started to lick and kiss Johns neck, making animalistic moaning sounds as she did so. Johns head began to painfully throb, she knew her face and skull was about to change into a woman's. Her ears filled with loud squelching as her skull became softer, shifting and chinging to resemble Sinclair's facial structure. Her lips plumped out, becoming a pair of extremely kissable lips most men dream of. John's eyes felt very uncomfortable as her eye color changed from brown to a stunning light blue. And finally Johns hair color changed from dirty blond to ebony black. It began to lengthen, itching like crazy as it did so, and stopped as it reached her back. Sinclair looked up at John, who was now a perfect replicate of her, and began to ferociously make out with her. John kissed her back, enjoying the entirely new pleasure coursing through her synapses.

  After five minutes of this, they finally broke apart, breathing heavily and taking in their shared beauty. Sinclair was the first to speak, "So RuPaul, if you were going to knock me out, who was going to do your hair and make up?" John didn't quite know how to answer at first (Sinclair thought she looked cute when she was confused), but finally said, in Sinclairs voice, "I didn't think that through." Sinclair planted another kiss on John, "What would you do without me?" Sinclair stripped off her red dress (John was pleased with how the fabric hugged her figure) And was beginning to do up John's hair, ocassionaly stopping to caress John's breasts, and once teased her new vagina with her middle finger. After a few minutes, John was looked exactly as Sinclair did when she exited the hotel, perfectly applied wine-red lipstick, an ornate hairdo with the serrated needles, deep red non prescription glasses, and long curving silver earings (They were magnetic to John's relief). Sinclair put on John's driving uniform, and started to drive to Varius Square (The windows were tinted, no one would see her). "So, when is the money going to transferred?" "As soon as I call my employer" said John (He made a mental note to get the agency to arrange a fake payment) Sinclair adjusted the rearview mirror so she could look at "Herself", "So do you need me for a get away?" John thought it over, "No, just leave the limo after you've dropped me off." Sinclair got out a pen and a note pad from the glove compartment, and threw it over her shoulder. John started to pick it up, "What's that for?" Sinclair let out a vibrant smile, "It's my room number, I want to have a sleepover." John couldn't argue with that, before the most he had to look forward to was a recorded football game and some ramen noodles. the car pulled over in front of a run-down building. John made to get out of the car when Sinclair asked, "So what's your name beautiful?" John simply smirked at her, "My names Roulette, beautiful."

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I do not own any names, images, or trademarks of any kind featured in this story. A Circeverse story.

  Federal agent John Morales was in for a long night. Word was out that the crime boss Roman Sionis, AKA Black Mask, was planning something huge; whatever it was it called for hundreds of pounds of C4, 15 highly trained mercs, and it surely wasn't a coincidence that the a truck full of Nth metal was making it's way through Gotham on it's way to the federal reserve in 3 weeks. If they were going to even have a chance to stop the theft, they were going to have to find Sionis. They received a tip that he may be attending a high stakes poker game in Central City, hosted by a known contact Veronica Sinclair, AKA Roulette (Why do all of these guys have stage names?). They kept tabs on Sinclair, but it wasn't going to do them much good. They had only one chance to get Sionis, and Sinclair more than likely wasn't going to give him up. This left the agency with only one choice......

    John waited in the limousine, in front of the luxury hotel that Sinclair was staying.The limo's real driver was persuaded to take the night off for a few thousand dollars. He had an aluminum briefcase hidden underneath the passenger seat, tools of the trade he liked to call them. He could see Sinclair coming out of the front lobby, so convinced that she was untouchable. John took pleasure in the fact that he was about to prove her wrong. Sinclair entered the car, "Varius Square, I'm in a hurry, so pick up the pace. "Yes ma'am" said John, and he made his way into the city streets. Sinclair looked out the window, "I thought Ritchie was driving me tonight." John was ready for this question, "He had to take off, his mom was in an accident." Sinclair glared at John, "If Ritchie had to leave, he would have notified me, and he would have gotten Fred to fill in for him." John was slow to reach the button that would have raised the glass separating them (Which would have also activated the knockout gas dispenser) in seconds Sinclair had one of the needles in her hair around his neck. John felt the serrated spike knicking his neck. "Pull over at the next alley, or your going to find it really hard to breathe!" John had no choice, she had is cojones in a vice. He pulled over into a small alley, perfect for murder. Sinclair put her face close to John's ear, "Now, who paid you to knock me off, huh?" She pressed the needle closer to his throat. John had to think quickly, if he said the right things, he just be able to get out of this. The pain in his neck made it difficult to talk, "Sionis.....Sionis wanted you out of the picture."

  Sinclair seemed to buy this, as she slightly eased the needle. "Typical, I always thought he would come after me someday." John was thinking rapidly, trying to come up with the right thing to say, he couldn't slip up. "Sionis wanted you dead, but another client quadrupled his offer, now I'm trying to kill Sionis!" Sinclair still held the needle to his throat, "If that's true, why did you hijack my limo?" John didn't hesitate to answer, "I needed you to get close to Sionis!" Sinclair let out a loud, indulgent laugh at this, "And exactly how am I supposed to help you with that?" John pointed at the passenger seat, "I could show you, there's a briefcase underneath the seat!" Sinclair thought for a moment, "I still have this needle at your throat, and it's a lot faster than a bullet." John waited a few seconds, finally Sinclair said "Slowly, slowly take it out." John rested the case on the seat, unlatched it, and slowly opened it. Inside were a few silver cans (which looked an awful lot like makeup bottles) and a syringe. Sinclair finally took the needle away from John's throat, resting it on his shoulder. She looked at the contents quizically, "What is that?" John massaged his neck, "It's a modified version of Renuyu, it allows someone to take on the appearance of someone else for a few hours, all that's needed is a subjects DNA, preferably blood." Sinclair realized what John was saying, at let out another indulgent cackle. "And why on earth would I let you do that?" John didn't waste anytime answering, "Well, I was going to knock you out, but now that you know Sionis wants you dead, don't you want him taken care of?" Sinclair lounged on the leather seats, thinking, "Wouldn't it ruin my reputation if an assassin disguised as moi killed a player like Sionis?" "You have plausible deniability" said John, "All that they would know was that he was killed by a shapeshifter, they wouldn't know why, and it would be unlikely that you would implicate yourself." Sinclair gave John a mischievous grin, "Alright, but I want half of whatever it is your being paid, deal?" She reached out her hand to shake, John extended his and shook, "Deal."

    John got into the compartment with Sinclair, and opened one of the bottles. Sinclair took the bottle gingelry, "I may have said yes, but your not getting my blood" and spit into the white cream. John took the bottle, and began mixing it with a small, spoon-like tool, hoping that the saliva was enough. John was relieved to see it take the peach-like color that meant it was ready to use (He doubted very much that he could convince Sinclair would give him her blood). When he was done mixing a few more bottles, he stripped down to his tighty-whities, revealing a stretched and faded approximation of Sinclair's dragon tattoo. Sinclair gave him a flirty smirk, "Been looking at me closely Mr. Assassin?" John didn't respond, he just started to rub the Renuyu all over his body, trying not to miss a single patch of skin. Sinclair watched intently as the changes started. John's feet were starting to shrink and become dainty and all across his body, splotches of his skin were starting to match Sinclair's tanned, olive colored skin. His legs were becoming shapely and womanly, and his thighs and buttocks ballooned out making strange squelching noises as they did so. Sinclair noticed that his under wear was starting to fit more loosely at the front, and how he was trying to mask his obvious arousal. Johns sides caved in, the creating Sinclair's luscious hourglass figure. John started to breathe rapidly as her chest started to push out, creating a pair of decently sized breasts. Sinclair inched toward John, suddenly overcome with arousal, and started to caress the former man's breasts. John wasn't used to the sensation that was coursing through his still-changing body, and yelped in a voice stuck between male and female octaves. John handled Sinclair's hips, his arms and hands beginning to match the ones feeling her up. John was having difficulty breathing as her adams apple started to disapear, causing her neck to ripple in strange ways. Sinclair noticed this and started to lick and kiss Johns neck, making animalistic moaning sounds as she did so. Johns head began to painfully throb, she knew her face and skull was about to change into a woman's. Her ears filled with loud squelching as her skull became softer, shifting and chinging to resemble Sinclair's facial structure. Her lips plumped out, becoming a pair of extremely kissable lips most men dream of. John's eyes felt very uncomfortable as her eye color changed from brown to a stunning light blue. And finally Johns hair color changed from dirty blond to ebony black. It began to lengthen, itching like crazy as it did so, and stopped as it reached her back. Sinclair looked up at John, who was now a perfect replicate of her, and began to ferociously make out with her. John kissed her back, enjoying the entirely new pleasure coursing through her synapses.

  After five minutes of this, they finally broke apart, breathing heavily and taking in their shared beauty. Sinclair was the first to speak, "So RuPaul, if you were going to knock me out, who was going to do your hair and make up?" John didn't quite know how to answer at first (Sinclair thought she looked cute when she was confused), but finally said, in Sinclairs voice, "I didn't think that through." Sinclair planted another kiss on John, "What would you do without me?" Sinclair stripped off her red dress (John was pleased with how the fabric hugged her figure) And was beginning to do up John's hair, ocassionaly stopping to caress John's breasts, and once teased her new vagina with her middle finger. After a few minutes, John was looked exactly as Sinclair did when she exited the hotel, perfectly applied wine-red lipstick, an ornate hairdo with the serrated needles, deep red non prescription glasses, and long curving silver earings (They were magnetic to John's relief). Sinclair put on John's driving uniform, and started to drive to Varius Square (The windows were tinted, no one would see her). "So, when is the money going to transferred?" "As soon as I call my employer" said John (He made a mental note to get the agency to arrange a fake payment) Sinclair adjusted the rearview mirror so she could look at "Herself", "So do you need me for a get away?" John thought it over, "No, just leave the limo after you've dropped me off." Sinclair got out a pen and a note pad from the glove compartment, and threw it over her shoulder. John started to pick it up, "What's that for?" Sinclair let out a vibrant smile, "It's my room number, I want to have a sleepover." John couldn't argue with that, before the most he had to look forward to was a recorded football game and some ramen noodles. the car pulled over in front of a run-down building. John made to get out of the car when Sinclair asked, "So what's your name beautiful?" John simply smirked at her, "My names Roulette, beautiful."