Failed Espionage - Cosplay TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Failed Espionage - Cosplay TF(Collab with @JLondon503)The plan had seemed so simple when Marcus explained it over c…
(Collab with @JLondon503) The plan had seemed so simple when Marcus explained it over coffee three weeks ago. Infiltrate the Asahi Group, learn their secrets, bring that knowledge back to Lazur Fashion Corporation, and climb the corporate ladder on a mountain of stolen innovation. Ava had been thrilled at the opportunity to prove herself, to show Marcus that she was more than just another ambitious junior employee. It had started months earlier when Marcus approached her with the job offer from their rival company. The Asahi Group had been making waves across the fashion world with revolutionary materials and technologies that nobody could explain, and Lazur wanted answers. Marcus would come with her as backup, but he needed a disguise since his face was too well-known in the industry. The TG pills had been surprisingly effective. Within hours, Marcus had become Mar, a busty woman with long black hair pulled into a sleek ponytail and striking blue eyes that sparkled with the same calculating intelligence he had always possessed. Ava thought he looked better this way, honestly. Softer. Less like a boss and more like a partner in crime. Their cover story was simple. Mar was Ava's friend who also wanted to start a career in fashion, and Ava had brought her along as an assistant and of course fake records from Ava would be used so they don’t find a connection to Lazur. Everything went smoothly at first. Ava made connections, attended meetings, laughed at jokes she did not understand, and slowly wormed her way into the good graces of the Asahi executives and Mar with his experience, was making big moves too. The gold opportunity came when they were invited to help with a major photoshoot. The Asahi Group was launching a new line and needed extra hands, and apparently, those hands would be transformed into the actual products. "Ava, are you sure this is safe?" Marcus had whispered before they entered the building. "The offer seems too good to be true." "Boss, do not be so scared! I have made so many connections and these people really like me. I think I have gotten under their skin!" She had given him a thumbs-up and a confident grin well she was until she stood in the transformation chamber number one. The transformation chamber was a sleek white pod that hummed with energy she could feel in her teeth. When the door sealed behind her, the temperature dropped sharply and the air itself seemed to bend and shimmer like heat rising off summer pavement. A scanner passed over her badge and a robotic voice announced her assignment, but the words were lost in the rushing sound that filled her ears as the process began. Her skin started to tingle, then burn, then go completely numb as it began to change color. The healthy tan of her flesh darkened to pure black, smooth and delicate like expensive silk. She looked down at her hands and watched them flatten and thin, her fingers stretching and merging together into shapeless fabric that fluttered in the circulating air. "What... what is happening to me!" Her clothes were suddenly loose, hanging off a frame that was rapidly shrinking and losing its three dimensional form. Her breasts deflated and spread outward, becoming flat panels of sheer material. Her stomach collapsed inward. Her legs merged together and then separated into distinct pieces that she could feel as individual components of something larger. She tried to scream, but her mouth was gone, her face smoothing out into featureless black cloth. Her vision split into multiple perspectives as she became several separate garments rather than a single body, and the panic of that fragmentation was overwhelming until it suddenly was not. The pieces settled onto her discarded human clothes with soft whispers of fabric against fabric. She was a costume now. An Arabic dancer set in elegant black with gold trim, consisting of a bra top, flowing sleeves, a face veil, hip wrap, and sheer pants. She could feel each piece as both separate and connected, her consciousness spread thin across all of them. Mechanical arms descended from the ceiling and began to work. Cold metal grippers lifted each piece of her transformed body and folded them with precise movements that sent shivers through her fabric form. Every touch was amplified a hundredfold, the pressure of the grippers like full-body massages that she could not escape. Some parts of her were so sheer that she could feel air passing through her weave, tickling nerve endings that should not have existed. A robotic voice spoke. "Creating temporary label for transformed worker... Error. Chamber number two could not retrieve identification data from the government database. Setting to factory default." The panic returned with crushing force. ‘Government database? They checked identity against government records? Of course they did, this was a Japanese company with Japanese efficiency and both of thier identites would not be in any government system because they were not real. F
