"An ovarian cyst, I suspect." said the doctor as he turned from examining me to speak to my Master. "Painful, but not unduly serious. She'll need more tests, maybe an ultrasound or MRI, before I can schedule surgery."
I was lying in bed, my stomach cramping painfully, a soft moan escaping my lips every so often. The doctor had just given me some painkillers which had yet to take effect.
"How soon can you arrange these tests?" my Master asked, to my surprise apparently showing genuine concern for me.
"I can have her in a private room this afternoon," the doctor replied "the tests can be done early tomorrow."
"Very good." said my Master.
That afternoon, I lay in a hospital bed as the doctor explained the tests I would be undergoing the next day to me. Anatoly, one of Master Zhang's security guards, sat quietly on a chair near the window, incongruously reading a fishing magazine. The doctor finished up his slightly patronising lecture and then advised me that a nurse would be in shortly to check that I was settling in OK. Soon after, I was lying back in the bed when the dark haired nurse came in. She smiled at Anatoly, who barely acknowledged her presence before he resumed studying his magazine. The nurse took my temperature, checked my pulse, plumped my pillows and replaced the water jug on top of the locker. Then, making sure that Anatoly was thoroughly engrossed in his magazine, she whispered to me:
"When you leave the room, turn right." she said. "Elevator is fifteen metres from the door."
I looked down at the middle-aged woman's name badge and read 'Gyn Estar'! She winked at me, then turned and left the room.
I waited for about five minutes, then said to my bodyguard: "Anatoly, I need to use the bathroom."
'Leave the door unlocked." Anatoly said in a bored voice, then went back to his magazine.
As soon as the bathroom door swung shut behind me, I went straight to the toilet and lifted off the heavy cistern lid. Sure enough, taped to the underside in a zip lock bag was the little phial of Gyn's essence that would provide me with a disguise for about ten minutes. I opened the little glass container and drank the contents down, then dropped the phial into the waste bin; the discomfort in my abdomen vanished as my skin began to tingle almost immediately. I looked around the bathroom wildly, trying to find something, anything, I could use as a weapon. My eye fell on the cistern lid. This could work, I thought, if I can distract him in some way and hit him over the head with it. Then I caught sight of my bare bottom in the mirror, through the backless hospital gown.
"Anatoly, I need some help here!" I called out, trying to sound as if I was in pain.
When Anatoly opened the door of the bathroom, I was naked, my arms raised with my hands behind my head, shoulders pulled back so my breasts pushed out provocatively. My feet were apart, on the edges of the toilet bowl, my back arched so that my sex could be seen more clearly. He looked up at me as I smiled down at him sexily. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in my breasts, the upcurve of my taut sexy belly, my smooth skinned sex. The Triskele button could be clearly seen, glinting as I moved my hips a little. He grinned then stepped towards me, looking down as he reached for his zipper and paying no attention to my hands as they swung the heavy porcelain cistern lid from behind my head to crash it down as hard as I could on his skull. He collapsed like a sack of bricks.
I jumped down from the toilet, my skin burning now as Gyn's transformative essence took full effect. I rested my hands on the vanity unit to steady myself for a moment as the transformation took full effect, closing my eyes as the heat reached full intensity within me. As my skin began to cool, I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror; a beautiful ebony-skinned girl of Afro-Caribbean heritage, with my eyes, was looking back at me. I wasted precious seconds admiring my temporarily bronze body, before running back into the main room to retrieve my little black dress, tiny thong and patent black heels from the bedside locker, putting them on as quickly as I could. I pulled out my hair clip and let my hair fall over my shoulders, then twisted the medallion of my collar round to the back of my neck, silently thanking Marcus as I did so. I opened the door and stepped through into the corridor, hearing a groan from Anatoly as I closed it behind me.
I then turned right towards the elevator and sashayed down the corridor as if I were simply a visitor on my way out. Stopping at the elevator doors, I pushed the down button just as Anatoly came out into the corridor, a handkerchief pressed to the top of his head. I folded my arms and tapped my foot nonchalantly, just a bored girl waiting for an elevator, as he passed me by, looking me over briefly before going past me and heading for the stairs, having decided that I'd either reached the elevator and was already making my escape, or had decided not to risk waiting for it and had instead taken the stairs. The elevator doors finally opened; 'Starr' was inside!
"Well, hello gorgeous!" she exclaimed. "Going my way?"
"If your way is the fuck out of here, then yes indeed!" I replied, quickly getting in. 'Starr' tapped in an override code and the elevator started moving downwards without stopping at any of the other floors as it dropped to the car park level. She looked at my disguised self appreciatively.
'You look absolutely ravishing, Linzi!" she said. 'Maybe I should keep you like that!"
"No thanks." I said. "A disguise is one thing, but I'm not comfortable with that level of cultural appropriation! Besides, what would Marcus say? We will be seeing him again, won't we?"
