Jason stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his stockings and his belt, then lowering his skirt to his legs; he had probably done it several times before. He can't get over it; it was like he had done it hundreds of times, even thousands. Still, he knew it was barely two or three dozen times, doing it, how did this happen it was special technology, that government bases mark special secret, and was used as extreme used, and I was classified as that why it used on me, well it I had really special information that could cause damage to a country or more, or worst this technology could help many. Still, the power that controlled the forbidden technology looked again to see if everything was right. Then I got my purse, my key, and my phone, and drank the last of the coffee, which was bad. Fee, Jason had to be in his Katie mode as a waitress in a strip club; the outfit was part of Jason/Katie's job. Jason knew her handler, Walter, was closer by until the time when Jason needed what was worth it; it was years until they needed him. By that time, he might be comfortable as Katie, because Jason would suddenly be more Katie and want more to be than hidden as a waitress, to be me.
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