Post by viruswithshoes on Jun 12, 2019 23:04:48 GMT -5
More than a few people looked Dagon's way as he passed through the halls in his soaking wet white uniform of. He also wore open toed platform shoes and a pair of fake breasts barely contained inside of a black bra every person with eyes beheld through the nearly sheer white fabric of his soaked shirt.
As such, no one looked at his face and would only remember that he looked just as good going as he did arriving.
The normally serious man was loathe to admit he liked dressing in disguise. Being an okama made his transition into working for Marine Intelligence far easier than he realized.
The undercover Lieutenant applied a second coat of blue paint to his long fingernails while Captain Alejus' male receptionist awkwardly tried to adjust any reflective surface he could in order to look up the Marine's skirt. Before the crude typer of memo's could discover they had more than a military career in common the cross-dressing spy was ushered into the Captain's office with far more touching than necessary.
The Captain wore a brightly colored suit of dull red with a matching tie and black shirt. Dagon noticed that some Captains took full advantage of their freedom regarding uniforms.
A buzz cut of black and white hair was all the intelligence agent could see until for a brief moment a pair of nearly glimmering brown eyes gave him the briefest of glances before returning to the paper at his desk.
"Far be it from me to tell a spook how to blend in, but..." The man approaching middle age looked up and tapped his throat three times, indicating his adam's apple. In one glance he had seen through Dagon's fake breasts, fair skin and make-up to see the truth.
The fact that he had called the spy a "spook" made Dagon's image of him improve. It was both a term of endearment among those in the intelligence community as well as an insult.
"At ease."
The dressed up spy posing as a female second-lieutenant stood up to look at Dias in the face which required craning his head backwards. The Commander was over a foot taller than the six foot Lieutenant even in platform sandals. He soon decided to stop metaphorically measuring genitalia with the man and spoke to the superior officer in the room.
"Getting a recommendation from a respected Captain would help me along. There is a dearth of good leadership in our organization. If they are not weak they are dangerous. There are some that trust pirates and revolutionaries over us. I've been on both sides of the law now. I see the faults in both sides. I think I can do better."
Dagon looked directly up at Commander Dias during his last sentence earning him a swiftly punched brass knuckle into his forehead. Even through Dagon's tekkai technique which hardened his body, he bled and felt dizzy but did not move.
The Captain sighed, put his feet on his desk and picked up a book of crossword puzzles.
"One: Find our hidden fighting pit. Three: Report back to me." Before Dagon could ask to borrow some soldiers Alejus, without looking up from his puzzles, nonchalantly added that Dagon could make use of only one Chore Boy.
The man with a blonde mohawk pretending to be a woman with long curly hair left the office feeling triumphant. Leading anyone, even a chore boy, would look good on his record.
Not until Dagon left the office did he notice Captain Alejus didn't actually say what the second step of the plan was.
The man in a skirt could feel eyes burrowing into him, but they were not of lust. There were small "tings" of sound as large brass knuckles sometimes met with other metal objects in the hall.
A red mohawk came crashing down upon Dagon's blonde one in an almost headbutt.
"Are you trying to alpha dog me, Commander?"
"Don't fuck with the Fight Club, Spook. It's hard enough to keep morale up without some desk-riding dip shit who has never been in a fight ratting us out. It's one of my few outlets. If it goes away I'll have to find someone else to punch."
Lieutenant Commander Dias seem liked someone that might give Dagon trouble in a fight and part of his brain screamed to fight the brutish marine.
What Dias sent his way was not a punch but a file on the one chore boy on base they could spare.
Later Dagon would both laugh and groan upon reading the personnel file of one Adrian Fletcher.
As such, no one looked at his face and would only remember that he looked just as good going as he did arriving.
The normally serious man was loathe to admit he liked dressing in disguise. Being an okama made his transition into working for Marine Intelligence far easier than he realized.
The undercover Lieutenant applied a second coat of blue paint to his long fingernails while Captain Alejus' male receptionist awkwardly tried to adjust any reflective surface he could in order to look up the Marine's skirt. Before the crude typer of memo's could discover they had more than a military career in common the cross-dressing spy was ushered into the Captain's office with far more touching than necessary.
The Captain wore a brightly colored suit of dull red with a matching tie and black shirt. Dagon noticed that some Captains took full advantage of their freedom regarding uniforms.
A buzz cut of black and white hair was all the intelligence agent could see until for a brief moment a pair of nearly glimmering brown eyes gave him the briefest of glances before returning to the paper at his desk.
"Far be it from me to tell a spook how to blend in, but..." The man approaching middle age looked up and tapped his throat three times, indicating his adam's apple. In one glance he had seen through Dagon's fake breasts, fair skin and make-up to see the truth.
The fact that he had called the spy a "spook" made Dagon's image of him improve. It was both a term of endearment among those in the intelligence community as well as an insult.
"At ease."
Dagon sat with wide spread legs in a most unladylike manner. "I've been temporarily stationed here-"
"Rank chasing." Lieutenant Commander Galo Dias looked as he'd bend down and spit in Dagon's face. The venom in the Commander's voice might have killed him.The dressed up spy posing as a female second-lieutenant stood up to look at Dias in the face which required craning his head backwards. The Commander was over a foot taller than the six foot Lieutenant even in platform sandals. He soon decided to stop metaphorically measuring genitalia with the man and spoke to the superior officer in the room.
"Getting a recommendation from a respected Captain would help me along. There is a dearth of good leadership in our organization. If they are not weak they are dangerous. There are some that trust pirates and revolutionaries over us. I've been on both sides of the law now. I see the faults in both sides. I think I can do better."
Dagon looked directly up at Commander Dias during his last sentence earning him a swiftly punched brass knuckle into his forehead. Even through Dagon's tekkai technique which hardened his body, he bled and felt dizzy but did not move.
The Captain sighed, put his feet on his desk and picked up a book of crossword puzzles.
"One: Find our hidden fighting pit. Three: Report back to me." Before Dagon could ask to borrow some soldiers Alejus, without looking up from his puzzles, nonchalantly added that Dagon could make use of only one Chore Boy.
The man with a blonde mohawk pretending to be a woman with long curly hair left the office feeling triumphant. Leading anyone, even a chore boy, would look good on his record.
Not until Dagon left the office did he notice Captain Alejus didn't actually say what the second step of the plan was.
The man in a skirt could feel eyes burrowing into him, but they were not of lust. There were small "tings" of sound as large brass knuckles sometimes met with other metal objects in the hall.
A red mohawk came crashing down upon Dagon's blonde one in an almost headbutt.
"Are you trying to alpha dog me, Commander?"
"Don't fuck with the Fight Club, Spook. It's hard enough to keep morale up without some desk-riding dip shit who has never been in a fight ratting us out. It's one of my few outlets. If it goes away I'll have to find someone else to punch."
Lieutenant Commander Dias seem liked someone that might give Dagon trouble in a fight and part of his brain screamed to fight the brutish marine.
What Dias sent his way was not a punch but a file on the one chore boy on base they could spare.
Later Dagon would both laugh and groan upon reading the personnel file of one Adrian Fletcher.