The Sweetest Taboo

"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.