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sssarawolf
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Got in for a break to find this, thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Twenty minutes later, while Henrik, Sabine, and Andrea were planning out their day, the door opened again. Their two visitors were back. Miss pink and green was in the lead.
“So, we were talking and we have an idea. It’s unethical, wrong, and maybe even fattening, but it won’t get you guys in trouble. To make it work better, however, we could use your help.”
Henrik was the first to speak.
“It would help if you explained more. Right now, I’m just confused.”
“OK, that’s fair…”
Vassar girl, Sargent V interrupted her.
“Stop beating around the bush. I bet the same reason he called us is the thing we thought of. Let’s explain, instead of all the cryptic stuff.”
Agent V hung her head in exasperation, then threw up her hands.
“Fine, why don’t you explain.”
“Well, don’t get all snippy. I’ll explain, that way you won’t get your ‘agentness’ in trouble.” She turned back to Henrik. “The Sargent Major had a problem. He has a woman hating ****tard who also had political connections he needed to transport. He was suspicious at some things happening with the transport he arranged to an out of the way holding facility. He reached out to us. He figured females transporting him, we wouldn’t be under his influence, especially once we were told of what happened.”
Andrea was getting impatient for the new part and said so.
“We already got that part, so what is this new ‘thing’ you came back in to talk to us about.”
Agent V answered her.
“Some of it is about why the Sargent Major thought of us. Paige reminds him of her, or at least how she looks.” She gestured to Sargent V.
All eyes turned to Sargent V, then to Paige, and back as they compared the two. It was hard when Paige was bandaged and tubes and swathed, but Henrik, Andrea and Sabine had plenty of other memory images to work with. The more they looked, the more they could see the similarities.
“And?” Sabine asked.
“And he figured to stick it to the Captain by having women deliver him to his fate. We,” she pointed to the both of them, “came up with an idea once we saw Paige and realized the resemblance. Our idea is to stick it to him even more. How well did the Captain know Paige?”
Henrik thought he saw where this was headed, but didn’t know the answer. Sabine did, though.
“The Captain hasn’t been here that long, a couple months maybe, and unless he had a lot to do at the armory, she doesn’t wander around much in the team rooms.”
Sgt. V spoke with a flourish.
“How bad would it stick it to him if Paige were one of the two women who took him to prison?”
Andrea jumped up.
“**** yeah! That will mess with his head! What do we need to do?”
“I’m going to need one of her uniforms and some help with the details, like how she does her hair, her makeup, her perfume, anything to help blur things. It will be at night, and in the dark, I might be able to pull it off.”
Sabine was now skeptical of some other details.
“So, how is it the Sargent Major happened to know two women who were able to fill this unique need, at the drop of a hat, with all the military and the country going nuts, that he trusts like this?”
Agent V looked over at the Sargent.
“We should tell them the rest, Violet.”
“If they are going to be accessories, then they should know the rest, I guess, Veronica.”
Veronica draped her arm across Violet’s shoulders as she looked across the others in the room.
“He saw the resemblance even before Paige was hurt. He told Violet about it a month or two ago. I think it’s part of what makes this so personal to him on top of his rage at such a thing happening at all, much less within his unit to one of his people.”
Henrik was still confused. ‘So, who are you and where does he know you from?” he said looking at Violet.
Violet smiled a little sheepishly. “I’m just a simple Marine NCO.”
Andrea’s reply was quick and succinct. “Bullshit! Who are you?” she then looked over at Veronica, “and while we are at it, who are you?”
Veronica smirked. “Violet and I have known each other since we were in the second grade. Our fathers have been stationed together off and on throughout their entire careers.”
Sabine’s eyebrows went up. She thought she knew but Violet confirmed it.
“The Sargent Major is my father. The Commander is Veronica’s father.”
“So, we were talking and we have an idea. It’s unethical, wrong, and maybe even fattening, but it won’t get you guys in trouble. To make it work better, however, we could use your help.”
Henrik was the first to speak.
“It would help if you explained more. Right now, I’m just confused.”
“OK, that’s fair…”
Vassar girl, Sargent V interrupted her.
“Stop beating around the bush. I bet the same reason he called us is the thing we thought of. Let’s explain, instead of all the cryptic stuff.”
Agent V hung her head in exasperation, then threw up her hands.
“Fine, why don’t you explain.”
“Well, don’t get all snippy. I’ll explain, that way you won’t get your ‘agentness’ in trouble.” She turned back to Henrik. “The Sargent Major had a problem. He has a woman hating ****tard who also had political connections he needed to transport. He was suspicious at some things happening with the transport he arranged to an out of the way holding facility. He reached out to us. He figured females transporting him, we wouldn’t be under his influence, especially once we were told of what happened.”
Andrea was getting impatient for the new part and said so.
“We already got that part, so what is this new ‘thing’ you came back in to talk to us about.”
Agent V answered her.
“Some of it is about why the Sargent Major thought of us. Paige reminds him of her, or at least how she looks.” She gestured to Sargent V.
All eyes turned to Sargent V, then to Paige, and back as they compared the two. It was hard when Paige was bandaged and tubes and swathed, but Henrik, Andrea and Sabine had plenty of other memory images to work with. The more they looked, the more they could see the similarities.
“And?” Sabine asked.
“And he figured to stick it to the Captain by having women deliver him to his fate. We,” she pointed to the both of them, “came up with an idea once we saw Paige and realized the resemblance. Our idea is to stick it to him even more. How well did the Captain know Paige?”
Henrik thought he saw where this was headed, but didn’t know the answer. Sabine did, though.
“The Captain hasn’t been here that long, a couple months maybe, and unless he had a lot to do at the armory, she doesn’t wander around much in the team rooms.”
Sgt. V spoke with a flourish.
“How bad would it stick it to him if Paige were one of the two women who took him to prison?”
Andrea jumped up.
“**** yeah! That will mess with his head! What do we need to do?”
“I’m going to need one of her uniforms and some help with the details, like how she does her hair, her makeup, her perfume, anything to help blur things. It will be at night, and in the dark, I might be able to pull it off.”
Sabine was now skeptical of some other details.
“So, how is it the Sargent Major happened to know two women who were able to fill this unique need, at the drop of a hat, with all the military and the country going nuts, that he trusts like this?”
Agent V looked over at the Sargent.
“We should tell them the rest, Violet.”
“If they are going to be accessories, then they should know the rest, I guess, Veronica.”
Veronica draped her arm across Violet’s shoulders as she looked across the others in the room.
“He saw the resemblance even before Paige was hurt. He told Violet about it a month or two ago. I think it’s part of what makes this so personal to him on top of his rage at such a thing happening at all, much less within his unit to one of his people.”
Henrik was still confused. ‘So, who are you and where does he know you from?” he said looking at Violet.
Violet smiled a little sheepishly. “I’m just a simple Marine NCO.”
Andrea’s reply was quick and succinct. “Bullshit! Who are you?” she then looked over at Veronica, “and while we are at it, who are you?”
Veronica smirked. “Violet and I have known each other since we were in the second grade. Our fathers have been stationed together off and on throughout their entire careers.”
Sabine’s eyebrows went up. She thought she knew but Violet confirmed it.
“The Sargent Major is my father. The Commander is Veronica’s father.”
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Love it, thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
They discussed what they would need to make it effective. Andrea and Violet went shopping for supplies while Veronica headed to the base to start the initial paperwork.
Andrea had been roommates with Paige. She had helped her at times with hair or makeup, so she was fairly confident she could recreate her look. She picked the right hair color for Violet to transform into Paige’s strawberry blonde. It took about an hour at the house before Andrea was satisfied with her work. She had to take a picture when she was done. It was scary in the low light how close it was.
The next part, the piece de resistance, was thought of by Sabine. Henrik arrived at the house about the same time Andrea declared her part done. He walked into the house and followed the sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even though he knew what was going on and what the intent was, he was still stunned.
“What do you think?” The voice was Violet, but the image was all Paige. Henrik was chalk white and shaky. The past couple days he has been terrified Paige might die. Now, here was the healthy image of Paige, standing here with him in their bedroom. This could even be Paige’s ghost here and she is really dead. Henrik wouldn’t be surprised either way.
Andrea saw all the blood drain from Henrik’s face. She thought he might pass out.
“Henrik? Are you ok?” Andrea stepped forward. “Violet, you might need to help me catch him.” They moved up to Henrik.
Henrik was trapped in his head. It got worse when Violet/Paige reached him. Paige’s aroma washed over him, almost. A small part of his mind said there was just a very small scent missing. Or at least missing from her as he normally remembered it driving home from work each day.
“It’s really good. There is only one little missing touch.” Henrik seemed to regain his senses and his footing. He walked over to the closet and retrieved a small bottle from next to the pistol boxes. “Here, rub just a couple drops on your hands like hand lotion.”
Violet looked at the bottle. It was gun oil. With Paige’s job, it makes sense.
Andrea had been roommates with Paige. She had helped her at times with hair or makeup, so she was fairly confident she could recreate her look. She picked the right hair color for Violet to transform into Paige’s strawberry blonde. It took about an hour at the house before Andrea was satisfied with her work. She had to take a picture when she was done. It was scary in the low light how close it was.
The next part, the piece de resistance, was thought of by Sabine. Henrik arrived at the house about the same time Andrea declared her part done. He walked into the house and followed the sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even though he knew what was going on and what the intent was, he was still stunned.
“What do you think?” The voice was Violet, but the image was all Paige. Henrik was chalk white and shaky. The past couple days he has been terrified Paige might die. Now, here was the healthy image of Paige, standing here with him in their bedroom. This could even be Paige’s ghost here and she is really dead. Henrik wouldn’t be surprised either way.
Andrea saw all the blood drain from Henrik’s face. She thought he might pass out.
“Henrik? Are you ok?” Andrea stepped forward. “Violet, you might need to help me catch him.” They moved up to Henrik.
Henrik was trapped in his head. It got worse when Violet/Paige reached him. Paige’s aroma washed over him, almost. A small part of his mind said there was just a very small scent missing. Or at least missing from her as he normally remembered it driving home from work each day.
“It’s really good. There is only one little missing touch.” Henrik seemed to regain his senses and his footing. He walked over to the closet and retrieved a small bottle from next to the pistol boxes. “Here, rub just a couple drops on your hands like hand lotion.”
Violet looked at the bottle. It was gun oil. With Paige’s job, it makes sense.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Veronica had the Captain loaded into the van and the manacles locked to the floor ring when showtime happened. The two NCOs who escorted the Captain to the van were still outside by the van when the big grey Cherokee drove up, Henrik in the driver’s seat.
Paige got out of the passenger seat, walked around the front of the SUV and up to the driver’s door. She leaned in, planting a kiss on Henrik.
“Give me a call when you’re on your way back, Paige, and I’ll meet you here.”
“Be back soon.” And she walked over to the van. She didn’t even look in the back when she climbed into the passenger seat.
Henrik saw a look of disbelief on the Captain’s face when Paige walked up. Henrik sat in the Cherokee for a long time trying to get his mind right for his drive back to town and his real Paige.
Paige got out of the passenger seat, walked around the front of the SUV and up to the driver’s door. She leaned in, planting a kiss on Henrik.
“Give me a call when you’re on your way back, Paige, and I’ll meet you here.”
“Be back soon.” And she walked over to the van. She didn’t even look in the back when she climbed into the passenger seat.
Henrik saw a look of disbelief on the Captain’s face when Paige walked up. Henrik sat in the Cherokee for a long time trying to get his mind right for his drive back to town and his real Paige.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you..
steamroller
Contributing Member
Really sneaky idea, thank you.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Andrea was talking a mile a minute to Violet during their whole shopping trip and drive to the house and Violet was prompting even more with questions about Paige so she could get it right.
“Andrea, so what do I need to know to act like her?” And the floodgates opened.
“Well she’s about the same size and height as you. You might be a little taller, but everyone is tall to me. She’s pretty quiet and shy, not like me. She always said people noticed her in a room because she obscured the wallpaper. She’s kind and gentle and normally wouldn’t hurt a fly. That’s part of what has most of us so pissed. She would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it.”
Violet could see this was really working Andrea up. She started to ask a question, but Andrea never slowed down in her tirade.
“She’s real straight laced. That was one of the things that surprised most people about how well we got initially. I’m the bit more outgoing and adventurous of the two of us. I liked right away the part where she didn’t condemn me for my lifestyle choices. She even asked questions every now and then, until she would embarrass herself, blush and run away to think. I remember one time, she was wanting to know how two women figured out who would lead when they danced. It wasn’t a smartass question. She was genuinely curious. She was not prepared for my answer.”
“Which was?” Violet prompted.
“I told her ’whoever’s hips wiggled the best in bed was the girl’. She turned so bright red, I thought she would burst into flame. She made a squeak and ran to her room. That was back at our first apartment.”
Violet could see the bright smile on Andrea’s face. She started to get an inkling, but kept it to herself.
“So Paige didn’t mind you bringing your girlfriend over to the apartment?”
“I never did. It didn’t feel right there, but once we got the house, there was no problem. It’s not like she was a prude. I kept telling her I wasn’t trying to convert her to the ‘dark side’, it’s not like I get a free toaster for each new lesbian I create.”
Violet could hear more and more in what Andrea wasn’t saying.
“So, how does she walk? Is it striding out, marching slinking? How would you describe it?”
“When she walks, it’s like she doesn’t want anyone to notice her. No so much like she’s sneaking about, more like……..I don’t know…….It’s like most of the time she is apologizing for disturbing you with her presence. It was worse before she met Henrik. He has helped her assert herself in more than just her professional work. Somewhere at the house she has a cup I got her with what we teased her about having as her catch phrase- ‘I’m sorry, don’t mind me I’m just….’ She says it all the time. She doesn’t like to impose on anyone or anything, unless it’s a work thing. Then, it’s a scientific thing. All numbers and equations, problems and solutions. I remember one time, we were over at the range and this O-6 came over and bitched about the rifle he was shooting being all jacked up. It was actually one of her loaners. She told him it was fine, he should pay more attention to his technique. Well this guy blew up at her, demanded her boss, so on and so forth. She took the rifle from him, walked forward to the line, ran a five shot string, producing a nice tight group, had the target brought up, and inspected the target. She next turned to the sputtering O-6 and told him the only problem with the rifle was the out of spec gooey attached to the end and if it would listen to the instructors, he should be fine.”
Violet could just picture such a thing and was laughing along with Andrea.
“I used to braid her hair so it would wrap tighter in a bun. It took me forever to teach her how to do it herself. She better pull out of this, otherwise I don’t know what we are going to do.” Andrea let out a sob, then choked it back and turned to rage to regain control. “We need to make you perfect so you can crush that assholes psyche and his soul!” Andrea’s hand bounced off the steering wheel.
Violet was taken by surprise at the outburst.
“Don’t worry, if anyone can help me do this, it’s you.”
“Andrea, so what do I need to know to act like her?” And the floodgates opened.
“Well she’s about the same size and height as you. You might be a little taller, but everyone is tall to me. She’s pretty quiet and shy, not like me. She always said people noticed her in a room because she obscured the wallpaper. She’s kind and gentle and normally wouldn’t hurt a fly. That’s part of what has most of us so pissed. She would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it.”
Violet could see this was really working Andrea up. She started to ask a question, but Andrea never slowed down in her tirade.
“She’s real straight laced. That was one of the things that surprised most people about how well we got initially. I’m the bit more outgoing and adventurous of the two of us. I liked right away the part where she didn’t condemn me for my lifestyle choices. She even asked questions every now and then, until she would embarrass herself, blush and run away to think. I remember one time, she was wanting to know how two women figured out who would lead when they danced. It wasn’t a smartass question. She was genuinely curious. She was not prepared for my answer.”
“Which was?” Violet prompted.
“I told her ’whoever’s hips wiggled the best in bed was the girl’. She turned so bright red, I thought she would burst into flame. She made a squeak and ran to her room. That was back at our first apartment.”
Violet could see the bright smile on Andrea’s face. She started to get an inkling, but kept it to herself.
“So Paige didn’t mind you bringing your girlfriend over to the apartment?”
“I never did. It didn’t feel right there, but once we got the house, there was no problem. It’s not like she was a prude. I kept telling her I wasn’t trying to convert her to the ‘dark side’, it’s not like I get a free toaster for each new lesbian I create.”
Violet could hear more and more in what Andrea wasn’t saying.
“So, how does she walk? Is it striding out, marching slinking? How would you describe it?”
“When she walks, it’s like she doesn’t want anyone to notice her. No so much like she’s sneaking about, more like……..I don’t know…….It’s like most of the time she is apologizing for disturbing you with her presence. It was worse before she met Henrik. He has helped her assert herself in more than just her professional work. Somewhere at the house she has a cup I got her with what we teased her about having as her catch phrase- ‘I’m sorry, don’t mind me I’m just….’ She says it all the time. She doesn’t like to impose on anyone or anything, unless it’s a work thing. Then, it’s a scientific thing. All numbers and equations, problems and solutions. I remember one time, we were over at the range and this O-6 came over and bitched about the rifle he was shooting being all jacked up. It was actually one of her loaners. She told him it was fine, he should pay more attention to his technique. Well this guy blew up at her, demanded her boss, so on and so forth. She took the rifle from him, walked forward to the line, ran a five shot string, producing a nice tight group, had the target brought up, and inspected the target. She next turned to the sputtering O-6 and told him the only problem with the rifle was the out of spec gooey attached to the end and if it would listen to the instructors, he should be fine.”
Violet could just picture such a thing and was laughing along with Andrea.
“I used to braid her hair so it would wrap tighter in a bun. It took me forever to teach her how to do it herself. She better pull out of this, otherwise I don’t know what we are going to do.” Andrea let out a sob, then choked it back and turned to rage to regain control. “We need to make you perfect so you can crush that assholes psyche and his soul!” Andrea’s hand bounced off the steering wheel.
Violet was taken by surprise at the outburst.
“Don’t worry, if anyone can help me do this, it’s you.”
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you. Go get um.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
They were in the master bedroom closet. Andrea was rummaging and making a pile of uniform parts. She didn’t want to get a uniform that was too new, there was no telling when Paige would get it back and they weren’t cheap. An old one would also have more ‘Paigeness’ to the way it hung, draped and was faded.
Andrea thought back to that picture in her head of Paige, standing there getting ready for work in the old apartment when it was just the two of them. She was searching for clues, trying to come up with how to make the ultimate representation of Paige.
“You’re going to be in the van with him, right?” Andrea asked over her shoulder.
“Yeah, he is behind a mesh partition, but only about three feet away if he leans forward. The floor shackle points should keep him at least that far away. Why?” Violet was at the sink, reading the instructions on the hair dye box. She knew this was quite a bit farther than she had originally thought she would go when her dad called her for a favor.
“Well, that brings a whole new level of fooling him into play. It’s not like he is just seeing you walk by. You will be close to him for hours. You need to smell right. Shit! I don’t have anything to give you an example of how she talks! Your accent is completely different than hers!”
“That’s OK Andrea, Veronica already has that covered. If he tries to talk to me, she will tell him, I was advised by JAG not to engage him in conversation and I am merely going along as a matter of convenience to both help drive and to give another deposition when I get there. Two travel goals in one.”
“Well isn’t she the devious little shit!” Andrea laughed.
“You have no idea. Growing up, she was the ringleader and I was the muscle. She and I went through so many scrapes we should have gotten in trouble for but didn’t. Her father went prematurely gray, all because of her, or so he says.”
“I wish I had a friend like that growing up.” Andrea said wistfully.
“Well, it wasn’t all Yoohoo and Twinkies. Most of the time we only had each other, when we weren’t stationed different places in the world. Back to Paige and you.”
“Yeah, Paige kept me sane when I showed up out here. Small town America, even in California, isn’t always friendly to people with my sexual preference. Hell, hanging out with Paige so much, I was worried people would get the wrong idea about her and I, not that I would have minded, but she didn’t want that and I didn’t want people to make assumptions about her.”
Violet could hear the fierceness and protectiveness resurface.
“So what else do I need to do to pull off the perfect ‘Paige’?”
Andrea smiled at Violet. “First we do your hair, then you need to get naked.”
Andrea thought back to that picture in her head of Paige, standing there getting ready for work in the old apartment when it was just the two of them. She was searching for clues, trying to come up with how to make the ultimate representation of Paige.
“You’re going to be in the van with him, right?” Andrea asked over her shoulder.
“Yeah, he is behind a mesh partition, but only about three feet away if he leans forward. The floor shackle points should keep him at least that far away. Why?” Violet was at the sink, reading the instructions on the hair dye box. She knew this was quite a bit farther than she had originally thought she would go when her dad called her for a favor.
“Well, that brings a whole new level of fooling him into play. It’s not like he is just seeing you walk by. You will be close to him for hours. You need to smell right. Shit! I don’t have anything to give you an example of how she talks! Your accent is completely different than hers!”
“That’s OK Andrea, Veronica already has that covered. If he tries to talk to me, she will tell him, I was advised by JAG not to engage him in conversation and I am merely going along as a matter of convenience to both help drive and to give another deposition when I get there. Two travel goals in one.”
“Well isn’t she the devious little shit!” Andrea laughed.
“You have no idea. Growing up, she was the ringleader and I was the muscle. She and I went through so many scrapes we should have gotten in trouble for but didn’t. Her father went prematurely gray, all because of her, or so he says.”
“I wish I had a friend like that growing up.” Andrea said wistfully.
“Well, it wasn’t all Yoohoo and Twinkies. Most of the time we only had each other, when we weren’t stationed different places in the world. Back to Paige and you.”
“Yeah, Paige kept me sane when I showed up out here. Small town America, even in California, isn’t always friendly to people with my sexual preference. Hell, hanging out with Paige so much, I was worried people would get the wrong idea about her and I, not that I would have minded, but she didn’t want that and I didn’t want people to make assumptions about her.”
Violet could hear the fierceness and protectiveness resurface.
“So what else do I need to do to pull off the perfect ‘Paige’?”
Andrea smiled at Violet. “First we do your hair, then you need to get naked.”
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Violet was in the shower. Andrea had told her which soaps, shampoos and conditioners to use. There were several different flavors in the shower. Andrea explained which ones she would use getting ready for work. Violet had never colored her hair before and it was disconcerting to see the change in the mirror. If that’s disconcerting, better hold on, because the next parts are going to really push it out there she told herself.
Violet was startled when Andrea’s head popped into the shower for a moment, looked, then went back out.
“Hey!”
“That’s what I thought, you’re a big ‘B’ or little ‘C’ cup, right?”
“Yeah, why? And you could have just asked!”
“Paige’s chest is a little bigger than yours. She’s a big ‘C’ or little ‘D’. I think I have something upstairs that will help in that department. It will make the right shape and wouldn’t be seen through the shirt, even a compression shirt, which is what she mostly wears under the uniform top.” Violet heard sounds of Andrea’s feet on the stairs.
By the time Violet came out of the shower and dried off, Andrea was back. She had one of Paige’s bras on the bed, along with a compression undershirt, the uniform top and bottoms and a hat. Andrea was over at the dresser shuffling stuff back and forth.
“Aha! Found one.” she said, holding up a watch. "You are going to have to put that watch of your in your pocket. That thing is far too traditional looking for her. She wears, especially at work, these cheap looking plastic digital things, not polished steel and gold.” She held out the plastic clunky looking G-Shock.
Violet unbuckled the GSAR analog watch from her wrist. It would go in her pocket, then right back on her wrist as soon as they had this asshole dropped off. That thing has gone through two deployments with her and she rarely let it out of her sight.
Andrea came over to Violet.
“I found the push up gels I had upstairs. You just drop them in the bottom of the cups to add a shelf for them to sit on. It will bump you up to her size without being too uncomfortable. Before you get the shirt on, let’s do your makeup.” Andrea pointed Violet over to a chair next to the dresser where a few makeup items were laid out.
Andrea had Violets hair up in a braided bun so fast, Violet didn’t have any idea how she did it. This got the hair out of their way for the next step. The makeup was a cross between trying to look like no makeup and trying to change the shape of some features. Paige’s nose was a bit narrower, so they used some shading and blending to slim down Violet's nose. Paige’s cheekbones were a little more rounded, so they softened the shadows of Violet's. They adjusted the eyebrows for both shape and fullness. Violet was amazed at what such subtle elements could make such a noticeable transformation.
After makeup and perfume, Violet finished getting dressed. Andrea helped adjust her stance and walking to be more Paige-like. Andrea stood next to her with both of them looking in the mirror. She then glanced at her phone. She had a picture she took of Paige. She moved Violet around until she matched the pose then shot a picture to compare. Putting them side by side, the resemblance was uncanny.
“Holey shit! You do good work.” Violet exclaimed looking at the two pictures. “You have to send me these!”
Andrea heard gravel crunching in the driveway. A spooked look came across her face for a fleeting moment as she struggled with an urge and finally made up her mind about something.
“Alright Paige, here comes your biggest test” The huskiness of Andrea’s voice tapered off as she spoke.
Violet turned from Andrea to the stairs as Henrik came down to the master bedroom.
“What do you think?”
Henrik’s stunned expression said it all.
Violet was startled when Andrea’s head popped into the shower for a moment, looked, then went back out.
“Hey!”
“That’s what I thought, you’re a big ‘B’ or little ‘C’ cup, right?”
“Yeah, why? And you could have just asked!”
“Paige’s chest is a little bigger than yours. She’s a big ‘C’ or little ‘D’. I think I have something upstairs that will help in that department. It will make the right shape and wouldn’t be seen through the shirt, even a compression shirt, which is what she mostly wears under the uniform top.” Violet heard sounds of Andrea’s feet on the stairs.
By the time Violet came out of the shower and dried off, Andrea was back. She had one of Paige’s bras on the bed, along with a compression undershirt, the uniform top and bottoms and a hat. Andrea was over at the dresser shuffling stuff back and forth.
“Aha! Found one.” she said, holding up a watch. "You are going to have to put that watch of your in your pocket. That thing is far too traditional looking for her. She wears, especially at work, these cheap looking plastic digital things, not polished steel and gold.” She held out the plastic clunky looking G-Shock.
Violet unbuckled the GSAR analog watch from her wrist. It would go in her pocket, then right back on her wrist as soon as they had this asshole dropped off. That thing has gone through two deployments with her and she rarely let it out of her sight.
Andrea came over to Violet.
“I found the push up gels I had upstairs. You just drop them in the bottom of the cups to add a shelf for them to sit on. It will bump you up to her size without being too uncomfortable. Before you get the shirt on, let’s do your makeup.” Andrea pointed Violet over to a chair next to the dresser where a few makeup items were laid out.
Andrea had Violets hair up in a braided bun so fast, Violet didn’t have any idea how she did it. This got the hair out of their way for the next step. The makeup was a cross between trying to look like no makeup and trying to change the shape of some features. Paige’s nose was a bit narrower, so they used some shading and blending to slim down Violet's nose. Paige’s cheekbones were a little more rounded, so they softened the shadows of Violet's. They adjusted the eyebrows for both shape and fullness. Violet was amazed at what such subtle elements could make such a noticeable transformation.
After makeup and perfume, Violet finished getting dressed. Andrea helped adjust her stance and walking to be more Paige-like. Andrea stood next to her with both of them looking in the mirror. She then glanced at her phone. She had a picture she took of Paige. She moved Violet around until she matched the pose then shot a picture to compare. Putting them side by side, the resemblance was uncanny.
“Holey shit! You do good work.” Violet exclaimed looking at the two pictures. “You have to send me these!”
Andrea heard gravel crunching in the driveway. A spooked look came across her face for a fleeting moment as she struggled with an urge and finally made up her mind about something.
“Alright Paige, here comes your biggest test” The huskiness of Andrea’s voice tapered off as she spoke.
Violet turned from Andrea to the stairs as Henrik came down to the master bedroom.
“What do you think?”
Henrik’s stunned expression said it all.
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sssarawolf
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Thank you,
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Henrik walked in the house, he could hear Andrea and Violet talking down in the master bedroom. He wasn’t sure how this would work. He did see the resemblance of Violet to Paige, but would it be enough to make it worth all this effort? He knew what he wanted to do, and that was grab the asshole and rip chunks off of him and use the parts as clubs to pound him to a pulp. He was working to put his temper in a bottle and maintain control. He would do Paige no good going all ‘crush and smash’.
He walked down the stairs to the master bedroom. He wasn’t quite prepared at what those two were able to create.
There, standing in the middle of the bedroom, was Paige, just as he saw her a hundred times, every morning before they went to work. The hair, the uniform, the stance, complete with her little cocked hip and knee as she smirked at him. How is this possible!
She spoke. A bit of the illusion was shattered. The voice wasn’t right, a little too sultry trying to be soft like Paige’s and not sharp and crisp like Violet’s was. His eyes were still winning over the ears, however. She still looked right. This was Paige, whole as he knew her, as he wanted her to be again! Was this some trick? Was God letting him see her this way one more time?
Henrik was trapped in his head. It got worse when Violet/Paige reached him. Paige’s aroma washed over him, almost. A small part of his mind said there was just a very small scent missing. Or at least missing from her as he normally remembered it driving home from work each day.
The other not quite right thing presented itself as she tried to steady him. Violet was much more muscular under her uniform than Paige. Not necessarily bigger, just a more rigid frame and muscles. Paige was strong, but Violet was built more for strength. She was also an inch or two taller. Her head came to his nose instead of his chin. He focused on the differences.
“It’s really good. There is only one little missing touch.” Henrik seemed to have regained his senses and his footing. He walked over to the closet and retrieved a small bottle from next to the pistol boxes. Where not long ago he had retrieved the ring for Paige.
“Here, rub just a couple drops on your hands like hand lotion.”
Violet looked at the bottle. It was gun oil. With Paige’s job, it makes sense.
He walked down the stairs to the master bedroom. He wasn’t quite prepared at what those two were able to create.
There, standing in the middle of the bedroom, was Paige, just as he saw her a hundred times, every morning before they went to work. The hair, the uniform, the stance, complete with her little cocked hip and knee as she smirked at him. How is this possible!
She spoke. A bit of the illusion was shattered. The voice wasn’t right, a little too sultry trying to be soft like Paige’s and not sharp and crisp like Violet’s was. His eyes were still winning over the ears, however. She still looked right. This was Paige, whole as he knew her, as he wanted her to be again! Was this some trick? Was God letting him see her this way one more time?
Henrik was trapped in his head. It got worse when Violet/Paige reached him. Paige’s aroma washed over him, almost. A small part of his mind said there was just a very small scent missing. Or at least missing from her as he normally remembered it driving home from work each day.
The other not quite right thing presented itself as she tried to steady him. Violet was much more muscular under her uniform than Paige. Not necessarily bigger, just a more rigid frame and muscles. Paige was strong, but Violet was built more for strength. She was also an inch or two taller. Her head came to his nose instead of his chin. He focused on the differences.
“It’s really good. There is only one little missing touch.” Henrik seemed to have regained his senses and his footing. He walked over to the closet and retrieved a small bottle from next to the pistol boxes. Where not long ago he had retrieved the ring for Paige.
“Here, rub just a couple drops on your hands like hand lotion.”
Violet looked at the bottle. It was gun oil. With Paige’s job, it makes sense.
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ComCamGuy
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Andrea left them alone. Her part was done. She went upstairs to drop off the couple days of laundry she brought back from the hotel. She knew this would work. Violet looked too much like Paige now for it not to. She would do laundry and head back to the hotel in the morning.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
“I take it I am convincing enough?” Violet turned a slow circle, her arms out to the sides.
“Scary convincing. Unsettlingly convincing. Andrea surely outdid herself with her eye for detail.”
“Well, from what she says, she’s been her roommate for some time and you can pick up on a lot if you’re paying attention.” Violet said, still lightheartedly. She didn’t want to give away anything about what she suspected.
“Well, we should probably go, we have a decent drive ahead of us still. Wait, where are my manors? Did you want some coffee for the drive? I need to make a cup for myself anyway.” He looked at her face expectantly.
“Sure. Coffee sounds good. It’s going to be a long night.”
The pair walked upstairs to the kitchen. Once the coffee was done and loaded into travel mugs, it was out to the Cherokee and the road to the base.
“Scary convincing. Unsettlingly convincing. Andrea surely outdid herself with her eye for detail.”
“Well, from what she says, she’s been her roommate for some time and you can pick up on a lot if you’re paying attention.” Violet said, still lightheartedly. She didn’t want to give away anything about what she suspected.
“Well, we should probably go, we have a decent drive ahead of us still. Wait, where are my manors? Did you want some coffee for the drive? I need to make a cup for myself anyway.” He looked at her face expectantly.
“Sure. Coffee sounds good. It’s going to be a long night.”
The pair walked upstairs to the kitchen. Once the coffee was done and loaded into travel mugs, it was out to the Cherokee and the road to the base.
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Henrik kept a banter of small talk between the two of them going for most of the drive. This was primarily to keep Violet talking so he kept Violet ‘violet’ and not Paige. They kept this up until they were about ten minutes from the base. Then Violet got serious.
“I think Paige will make a full recovery. You will have her back soon. She has the best things pulling for her; people who love her. You guys wouldn’t have gone to this much trouble otherwise.”
“I’m scared she won’t. I don’t want that bastard to have taken her away from us.” A little tremor started in his voice. He continued. “I hope you have him locked in a cage all the way there. I don’t want either of you two to get hurt by this asshole too!”
Violet laughed, a full body rolling laugh at that.
“Trying to make trouble with us cause we are ‘girls’ would be about the stupidest thing on the planet. We are driving through the middle of nowhere, Veronica is an awesome pistol shot, and I don’t worry about him physically attacking us.”
“What makes you so confident? He’s a big guy with plenty of training. He’s already done it before, too!”
“Shit! I forgot, we never told you what my job is, did we?”
“I figured you were another cop like Veronica?” Now Henrik was puzzled.
“I’m a Marine Martial Arts Instructor Trainer and a Krav Maga teacher.”
Paige got out of the passenger seat, walked around the front of the SUV and up to the driver’s door. She leaned in, planting a kiss on Henrik's cheek. She spoke softly.
“I’ll be fine, Get back to Paige”
“Give me a call when you’re on your way back, Paige, and I’ll meet you here.”
“Be back soon.” And she walked over to the van. She didn’t even look in the back when she climbed into the passenger seat.
Henrik saw a look of disbelief on the Captain’s face when Paige walked up. Henrik sat in the Cherokee for a long time trying to get his mind right for his drive back to town and his real Paige.
“I think Paige will make a full recovery. You will have her back soon. She has the best things pulling for her; people who love her. You guys wouldn’t have gone to this much trouble otherwise.”
“I’m scared she won’t. I don’t want that bastard to have taken her away from us.” A little tremor started in his voice. He continued. “I hope you have him locked in a cage all the way there. I don’t want either of you two to get hurt by this asshole too!”
Violet laughed, a full body rolling laugh at that.
“Trying to make trouble with us cause we are ‘girls’ would be about the stupidest thing on the planet. We are driving through the middle of nowhere, Veronica is an awesome pistol shot, and I don’t worry about him physically attacking us.”
“What makes you so confident? He’s a big guy with plenty of training. He’s already done it before, too!”
“Shit! I forgot, we never told you what my job is, did we?”
“I figured you were another cop like Veronica?” Now Henrik was puzzled.
“I’m a Marine Martial Arts Instructor Trainer and a Krav Maga teacher.”
Paige got out of the passenger seat, walked around the front of the SUV and up to the driver’s door. She leaned in, planting a kiss on Henrik's cheek. She spoke softly.
“I’ll be fine, Get back to Paige”
“Give me a call when you’re on your way back, Paige, and I’ll meet you here.”
“Be back soon.” And she walked over to the van. She didn’t even look in the back when she climbed into the passenger seat.
Henrik saw a look of disbelief on the Captain’s face when Paige walked up. Henrik sat in the Cherokee for a long time trying to get his mind right for his drive back to town and his real Paige.
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sssarawolf
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Ahhh nice, thank you.