Emma Undercover

Emma, 15:23

Where the fuck am I supposed to get some decent clothes?!

Stephanie, 15:27

What do you mean? You were given everything. What kind of question is that?

Emma, 15:28

Given?! Is that what you call this bra-corset and mini skirt?! I look like I’m about to audition for some porno mutt!

Stephanie, 15:28

That kind of language isn’t appropriate for a young lady, Emma. You need to remember who you are. By the way, send me a photo for the report.

Emma, 15:30

Yeah, sure...

[Photo sent]

In the photo — Emma is sitting on the couch, the skirt hiked so high her thighs are practically on display, her breasts pushed out from under the frills like they’re trying to escape. A mug in her hand, lips slightly parted, eyes glazed over with a drunk kind of detachment.

Emma, 15:31

What, cat got your tongue? Don’t like what you see? Everyone’s staring at me. I’m telling you, send me some new clothes!

Stephanie, 15:32

Is that... BEER?! Thomas! Are you fucking serious right now? You're supposed to be a professional!

Emma, 15:33

A professional with tits you could balance a coffee cup on! Want me to send you front and side shots, so you can assess the geometry? 😤

As for the beer... sorry, couldn’t hold out. After the third “Hey baby, are you really a freshman?” I reached for the damn mug myself.

Stephanie, 15:33

You're gonna blow the whole operation! You're supposed to be in the psychology lecture, not lying drunk on the couch like...

Emma, 15:34

...like a real first-year humanities student, yeah.

For your information, I’m blending in just fine. My roommate’s already sharing “hacks on how to not get caught in class when you’re not wearing a bra.”

Though me going braless is absolutely not an option.

Stephanie, 15:35

Wait, are you actually drunk?! You’re the agent who was supposed to lead this, run the whole op. If they hadn’t mixed things up, you’d be in my seat, and I’d be playing “Emma.”

Thomas... I mean Emma, I’m sorry! This is unacceptable!

Emma, 15:36

😑 First of all, I’m not “drunk,” I’m adapting to the social environment. Second, fuck off! Why did you have to make the transformation so damn realistic?! These tits are fucking insane.

And I fucking leaked today! Right in class! My panties are soaked and red! Why the fuck did that have to be part of the package too?!

Stephanie, 15:37

Jesus, Thomas! It’s like you didn’t listen to a single word during the mission briefings!

Emma, 15:38

Oh, I listened, alright — about how to SUPERVISE! Because it was supposed to be YOU here, Stephanie! I was supposed to be in the command center, not figuring out how to keep my boobs from falling out every time I bend down to pick up a pen!

Stephanie, 15:39

Thomas, you’ve been Emma for three weeks now. This is the most critical part of the op. The campus is our source of inside info. You need to stay visible to Professor Dwin, not get drunk and throw tantrums.

Emma, 15:40

He’s fine. I’ve got him under control. Actually... got something lined up for tonight.

Stephanie, 15:41

What exactly do you have “lined up”? Details. Now.

Emma, 15:41

He invited me over. “To check out some rare cognitive psychology recordings.” Yeah. Said it with that exact predator face — like he just spotted a bunny in a mini skirt.

Stephanie, 15:42

Are you kidding?! He’s inviting you to his place?! Thomas, this is the break! We’ll have access to his computer, his notes, maybe even the lab entry logs! Don’t forget to activate the pendant cam!

Emma, 15:43

😑 I won’t fucking forget. The cam will be on, mic too.

Just explain to me how the fuck I’m supposed to act when he’s staring straight down my neckline and I feel my nipples getting hard, rubbing against the lining of this dumb blouse?! And when it starts getting warm between my legs as he comes closer! Why the hell did that have to be added too?!

Stephanie, 15:43

Hang in there, Emma. I know it’s tough. But those automatic body responses were designed specifically to make seduction and gaining trust easier.

Emma, 15:44

“Easier”?! Stephanie, I literally started rubbing my thighs together when he came up and put his hand on my shoulder yesterday. I almost moaned out loud like some kind of... 🙄

Stephanie, 15:45

Not “like” — exactly that. That’s the goal. Your task is to attract him, get access, extract the info. And if he’s already making the first move — you’re almost there.

Emma, 15:45

Almost there, right. Now I just have to not give myself away when he starts... touching.

Do you even understand I’m not just pretending — I feel everything? He walked past me yesterday, his cologne brushed me — I literally started trembling. This isn’t just physiology, it’s like my brain’s now waiting for him to touch me.

Stephanie, 15:46

Yes, Emma. That was in the briefing too! I swear, it feels like I’m the rookie here, not you! Alright. Let’s just assume it’s all because of the hormones in that body, otherwise I have no idea how to explain it.

Emma, 15:47

Hormones, huh? Don’t get cocky! I’m still the senior agent here, even with these goddamn D-cup tits.

Stephanie, 15:48

If you really are the senior agent — act like it. Stop whining. No more beer. Or you’ll end up knocked up by that professor, God forbid!

Emma, 15:49

Watch your mouth! I’m not some girl, even if I look and act like one! I’m an agent who went undercover when you were still running around barefoot under a table!

Stephanie, 15:50

And now you’re Emma — psych major with pouty lips, manicured nails, and a monthly cycle. Accept it already. Agent or not — right now you’re the one they all wanna fuck in the back row of the lecture hall. Use that.

Emma, 15:51

Fuck...

(pause)

Emma, 15:52

I just caught myself sucking in my stomach and arching my back ‘cause my roommate said “that way your boobs fit better in the blouse.” I didn’t even notice I was doing it.

Stephanie, this isn’t funny anymore...

Stephanie, 15:52

Perfect. That means adaptation is working. You’re in the role, the body’s acting naturally — the professor and everyone around him won’t suspect a thing.

Emma, 15:53

“Naturally”? I was walking down the hall — some guy turned, tripped, and slammed into a door. And I… I giggled. Giggled, for fuck’s sake. Like I actually liked it. And then I realized I wanted him to look again.

What the fuck is happening to me?..

Stephanie, 15:54

Everything’s going to plan. Behavioral syncing with the body is complete. Now you just use it as a weapon. That’s it. End of communication. Don’t forget condoms! And I’m not joking! I’m not activating Operation “Pregnant Emma.”

Emma, 15:55

Holy shit… “Condoms”... You seriously think I’m gonna... with a guy?! With that... fuck. Maybe you’re right. I just bit my lip thinking about sex with him and reached down between my legs without even realizing it.

FUCK! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!

Stephanie, 15:56

That’s enough. Don’t cry, girl!

Emma, 15:56

Fuck off!

...

Emma tossed the phone aside, stood up, flicked her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hands adjusted the blouse, her gaze slightly hazy from the alcohol — which, predictably and yet somehow still surprisingly, hit this body way too easily — and she muttered to herself:

— Alright, bitch. Let’s go... and just so you know, Stephanie — if I cum tonight, I’m screaming your name while it happens.