This is actually something from the archives of unfinished ideas. Since I have some time on my hands of late, I figure now would be a good time to finish out some stuff I had written before.
"Hey sis! Remember me?"
Tisha Roberts stood at the door in complete shock looking at the person in front of her, the latest KaySlay CD whispering its aural presence in the background. She scanned the person in front of her, trying to figure out what was going on. The woman in front of her was wearing a black leather catsuit that stopped just below her ass. Combined with a pair of thigh length black leather platform boots, the girl's athletic, almost flat-out muscular legs seemed to stretch forever. The torso seemed almost unnatural, with a toned, tight stomach evident even through the leather and a bust that did just that through the catsuit, leaving a valley of cleavage for a lock of blonde hair to contrast against her dark chocolate skin. Her head was surrounded with a waist-length main of platinum blonde hair, and her face was made up with light metallic colors, her bright smile beaming through her shiny rose-colored lips.
Tisha, meanwhile, stared back, leaning her 5'10" frame against the door, her faded Janet Jackson t-shirt and sweatpants draping down against her body as she shook her head and said, "no way."
"Yes it is, sis," the woman said as she ran her hand through Tisha's short-shorn curly locks. "It's me, Jimmy. Remember?"
"Yeah, right. Jimmy is over in Okinawa right now, serving his military proudly...or so he keeps writing me."
"And that's going to be the official story to ma, at least until I figure out what to tell her," the woman continued. "Remember your first boyfriend? You know, the tall, skinny one with those freaking Dumbo ears? The one you said wasn't, how do I put this, big enough for you? The one I hid out in my closet to bail you out?"
Tisha stood up in shock when the woman at the door rattled off such a personal detail. "Well," Tisha said half to herself. "If you know that, then you must know plenty about Jimmy..."
"'cause I am Jimmy!" the woman said. "Look, I know this stresses credulity, but could you let me in? I wanted to visit home, and I figured that I wouldn't scare you to death if I didn't use the keys. C'mon now.
"Well, you do look kinda like Grandma," Tisha continued as she studied the woman's face. "Especially..."
"...around the eyes," the woman finished as she picked up the small leather bag at her feet.
"Oh my God," Tisha said in a whisper, shocked as realized that this might be her brother after all.
Tisha leaned out over the door and looked both ways on the quiet tree-lined block, making sure a few people as possible were witnessing this exchange. Then, she stepped back away from the door, motioning for the woman to come in. "Come in, um...what do you call yourself these days?"
"Storm," the woman replied as she walked in the door, ducking in under the door frame. "You know, like Halle Berry's character from the X-Men movies?"
"OK," Tisha said with a giggle "Name like a stripper? This story has to be good," she said as she closed the door. "Where do you wanna tell it?"
"How about in your room, sis?" Storm replied. "I hear you got the latest KaySlay mixtape up there blasting.
"Yeah, I was listening to that before entering the Twilight Zone," Tisha said, still in shock about the events of the past few minutes. "Come."
Tisha looked over her shoulder as she heard the thud of those high heels tap onto the hardwood floor. As she walked up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder and couldn't help but notice how slinky her brother, I mean sister, looked in that catsuit. "How the fuck did he end up a sex object?" Tisha thought to herself.
Tisha turned up the hallway towards her bedroom, then opened the door, hitting both her and Storm with a wall of sound."
"Is that the new Papoose? Sounds like he's at it again!"
"Yeah, he is," Tisha said as she killed the volume on the stereo. She climbed onto the bed, then took loose her scrunchie, letting her brown hair flare out a bit before tightening it up again. "OK, Jimmy, let me ask. Are you really in Okinawa?"
"Well, I was for a while, then shit got real...really real."
"So real that you have tits faker than Pamela Anderson Lee?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Let me explain this one, OK?"
"Alright, this should be a good one. My brother has turned into a tranny because he has to," Tisha said as she folded her knees up on the bed and snuggled in next to her teddy bears. "What next? Ellen DeGeneres doing interracial gangbangs?"
"With some of the shit I've seen, I wouldn't be surprised to see her doing it, with Portia de Rossi the fluffer. Let me explain this as quickly as possible. Now, up until about a year ago, everything I've been telling you and mom has been pretty accurate. Yadda, yadda, yadda, basic training, blah blah blah computer training, wah, wah, wah Okinawa. I was just thanking my lucky stars that good grades on the Basic Skills test combined with some classic luck of the draw had me in Japan as opposed to the Middle East. Then, one day in the shower, I see some officer walk up to me, tell him to come at once and toss me a towel to keep decent."
"What for?"
"Well, we're getting closer to my current appearance. You know the family genes for thin, wiry builds, especially among the men?"
"Yeah. I know how our uncles are. But what does that have to do with anything? Is the army making a he-she army?"
"Get comfy, because this is going to be rich. After being yanked from the shower, I end up in this place way out behind God's back to a meeting with a bunch of guys who I thought were civilians, along with my military escort and some other officer dude. Anyway, turns out the civilians work for what's commonly called The Company."
"What Company?"
"THE company. The CIA."
"Oh, that's some shit," Tisha said as she sat up. "So the CIA made you into a transsexual Halle Berry? By the way, stand up...I want to see what they did to ya."
"Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it," Storm said as she climbed off the bed and stood in front of her sister. In the narrow bedroom, it became much more obvious to Tisha how her brother had changed. Her breasts looked impossibly pneumatic as they almost floated over her head. While the tight, wiry frame she was used to growing up, she didn't expect her brother to be turned into a real-life comic book heroine. Even her, I mean, his, I mean, fuck it, her brother's ass looked much more voluptuous than any she could ever have, no matter how much weight she put on or how well she worked out.
"Is all of that a part of you?"
"Courtesy of the American taxpayer, and I got the thankfully small scars to prove it."
"OK, I gotcha. But why all this?" Tisha said, gesturing to Storm's body.
"Alright, here's the drill: a good chunk of American spies are either closet cases or fans of transsexuals like me. It turns out that if you're good at being in the closet about your sexuality, you'll be good at other forms of living a double life. Of course, then the CIA can't use the same methods of spying on the spies, and that's where I came in. Apparently, between the build and some, ahem, 'male attributes', the CIA thought I would be a good person to check out on these people, ya know, flirt with them, get into relationships with them, and make sure they're playing for the home team."
"They obviously aren't, especially if they're with you. I mean, don't they notice your hands?"
"He, he, funny," Storm said with a toss of her hair. "My job was to make sure they weren't trying to sell nuclear secrets to Al-Qaeda and stuff like that, not that kind of home team. Anyway, the first month was a bitch. Implants, silicone injections in the ass and thigh, rib removal, facial feminization surgery, the works. Can I say Codeine IVs are better the Jesus?"
"Yeah, I bet. I got some Tylenol with Codeine when I broke my leg last year, remember?" Tisha said while the two siblings broke into a laugh and ended up slapping 5.
"Then after all that, there were the femininity classes. I had to act, dress, talk and generally carry myself to be enough of a woman that I wouldn't get beat on the street while making it obvious to the open-minded set who I was. And then there was anal training..." Storm said before shivering in recoil, looking up and putting her long-taloned hands over her prodigious chest. "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord..."
"Damn, that's some deep shit. So how did you make it here?"
"Alright," Storm said after taking a breath. "Eventually, they informed me of my first target. I can't tell you what he was doing, but no one would mistake this dude for James Bond, that's for true. Anyway, I was planted in this club out in London to meet up with him. Being nervous about that whole sex thing, I played hard-to-get for a bit, getting useful info to my superiors and such, which was thankfully good news. Of course, at some point he was looking to consummate the relationship, and, well, I ran. I got the hell out of Dodge, got in touch with my superior and couldn't do it. I mean..."
Storm took a deep breath, then wiped her eyes and ran a hand through her platinum tresses. "It's one thing to be told this is what's going on, but when he touched my leg and kissed my cheek, I mean...fuck country at that point. Everyone has their limit, ya know?"
"Damn, I know that's some ill shit," Tisha said as she gave Storm a hug, rubbing her arm and brushing her hair out of her face. "I can't believe all that happened to you. What did they do after that? And why did they choose you in the first place?"
"Well, because of the obvious physical stuff. Heck, before this, I had this regular local piece and a female solider who performed some maintenance, if you get my drift. But after all this, it was kind of hard to just go back to the base. Officially, I was off doing some special ops in Afghanistan, so I had to go back as Storm to Okinawa to run some entertainment agency for the troops, like setting up parties and shows and stuff. Meanwhile, it's kind of hard to circulate on the base with all...this," Storm said as she gestured to herself. "I mean, if you're female in the military, you aren't going to be seen too tough with a female, especially one who looks like me. I was able to convince the brass to let me back home for a visit, and here I am."
Tisha sat there in gap-jawed shock, amazed at the story she heard. Then she looked down at her new sister, exchanged a look and knew that it was real. She held her sister close, caressing her hair, feeling a bit warm from the touch. She shook her herself to herself, then lifted her sister up against the bed on the wall.
"So, what are your plans for being in the city?"
