Shift Work: Being Smart About It

Derrick stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, admiring his ripped physique. The hulking African-American man was proud of it, after all it was something he'd worked for rather than just using his powers to give himself the perfect male body. Of course, he HAD cheated just a bit to make sure his dick was something that all the ladies would enjoy. Derrick prided himself on knowing just what women truly wanted in that department, so he was more than happy to oblige by having his penis long and strong. No amount of supplements or weight lifting would help THAT particular muscle, after all. But as much as Derrick enjoyed his reflection, he knew he'd have to say goodbye to it for now. Reflections, or rather, THIS reflection didn't pay the bills.

"See you in a bit, bud" Derrick said with a chuckle, picking up his phone from the pile of dozens of different make-up kits and tapping over to the text from work. He'd skimmed it before, just enough to know he'd be on the job for a week, maybe two. And of course, the ten grand connected to it. But now that he was reading the text in full, the muscle-bound black man was actually a bit disappointed.

-Client details: Latina. Isabella. Average height. Average build. Average bust. Brunette. Pretty but no more than most. Slight Spanish accent. Duration one week with down payment on two if required. Be charming, a little nervous. Act in love but not overly so. No pet names. Not too much PDA. Impress the parents but don't appear too serious. Look in the client's league. Client wants sex at night. Give good wife even if you're just playing the live-in girlfriend. You get a day for scene prep and prop shopping, allowance included. Should be easy. Have fun. -Dispatch

"Ugh" Derrick groaned. This was going to be such a bore! Typically when he played the 'girlfriend' it was to be some big titty bimbo for some insecure guy which way too much money. It was fun for him just to BE one of those girls even if the sex was typically awful. But this? Ugh, this was going to be WORK. He'd have to act and everything! The guy he'd be fawning over and fucking didn't even look all that hot either? Just another overweight tech-nerd. But for ten grand and the possibility for twenty? Well, pro Shifters like him would do the job regardless. That was why being a Shifter was such a desired line of work...And with so few actual Shifters out in the world the Agency could charge top dollar for any sort of companionship. All it cost Derrick was time. After all, he'd long since given up on the nebulous aspect of 'dignity' when he'd been a blonde-haired, blue eyed and curvy prom queen riding a nerd's flabby dick for a grand back in high school. Now he was paid ten times as much. And he wasn't even NEARLY the richest Shifter on the planet! But time was wasting.

Derrick closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the tell-tale warmth blooming outwards from his core. He didn't have to close his eyes but seeing his muscles melt away was always depressing, even if it was temporary. Instead he just focused on the picture in his mind's eye; a pretty but largely average looking Latina woman with long brunette hair. The rapidly changing black man could already feel his scalp tingling as the hair began sprouting. He felt the world spin around him as he lost most of his intimidating height, his legs going weak as they trimmed down in mass and he momentarily lost balance as his large feet were reduced to a pair of tiny women's feet. Bones snapped and popped in his hips as they expanded outwards, but he'd felt them go farther than where they were already stopping. He wouldn't be a booty queen. He bent forward slightly as breasts bloomed into existence on his tiny torso, his back curving to make them stick out with a bit more prominence. His neck slendered and Derrick coughed, a gruff sound that turned lighter as his voicebox changed. A feeling like he was going to sneeze dominated his face as it changed, his lips beginning to puff out as his nose shrank. He couldn't help it, and with a cute little 'achoo!', Derrick felt something shoot up into his groin as his cock turned into a slit, and his changed eyes opened.

"Eh, I've been so much hotter..." The former African-American grumbled, his speech lilting with just a hint of a Spanish accent. But this was the job. Derrick quickly slid on some of his 'work clothes' that he kept around and placed his hands on his hips, "At least this loser is playing it smart...I at least look like someone he'd catch. With enough work." Typically the guys that hired Shifters like him to impress people liked to shoot WELL beyond their league and never fooled anyone. At least this dude was realistic with his money. AND a full day for prep? Taking all the pictures, setting up the dude's apartment to appear like 'Isabella' really did live there? Pathetic or not, Derrick could respect a man that played the game.

Derrick began applying make-up, smoothing out the rough spots of his new face. Maybe he'd show this guy a true good time for being so smart about it!