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Nathan Summers- A 23-year old Caucasian aspiring FBI agent just hired few days. His height is 5'7 with androgynous face and built. He is kind, optimistic, a bit of introverted, techy, and smart
Luke Copeland - A 23-year old black american who is the son of Kevin Copeland and nephew of Marcus Copeland, the two famous fbi agents who previously disguised themselves as "white chicks", the Wilson sisters, to protect the real wilson sisters from evil socialites. He has happy go lucky, chick magnet, a bit perverted personality with a family problem.
Arabella "Bella" Montclair - A 19 year-old European Heiress who studies in New York University. A beautiful brunette 5'6 with busty and slim features. She has wears skimpy and chick outfits with kind of mean girl personality.
Allison Crawford - A 19 year-old american white girl from New York rockland counties with middle-class family. She has height of 5'10, athletic, gutsy, tomboyish but pretty. She is blonde woman with athetlic built but with model figure.
The story is about Nathan who just hired in fbi and his first mission is to protect the Belgian heiress, arabella montclair, by disguising replacing her and disguising himself as her in New York University. Luke Copeland will help Nathan do his mission by replacing a female student Allison Crawford. The heiress is targeted by shadowy socialites from europe due to her parents involvment in Belgium politics. The FBI is tasked by the the US government to protect the heiress due to the Belgian monarchy deal with the US government.
This novel has lots of humour, with few action scenes, a bit of drama, with mature contents, and more of sexual and racial jokes.
Chapter 1
Nathan Summers’s first thought upon entering the FBI’s New York Field Office was that he had, tragically, dressed as the concept of Anxiety for Halloween. His suit—purchased in a panic the night before from a store that smelled of despair and weak coffee—had all the structural integrity of a wet paper bag. It creaked when he breathed.
The security desk was manned by a man who looked like he’d been carved from a single block of skepticism. His nametag read ‘Officer Briggs.’ His a…
Let’s get this over with. A list. My life, in bullet points. As compiled by me, Kevin Miller, at age thirty-four, on a Tuesday that smells like wet concrete and regret.
Item One: Born to Diane and Frank Miller. Middle-class suburb. Dad left when I was seven. Not a dramatic exit—just packed a suitcase one Tuesday and said he was getting milk. The milk, apparently, was in Phoenix with a dental hygienist named Brenda. Mom started calling me “the man of the house.” I was seven. I didn’t want t…
WARNING: This is a very dark, horror story.
In a near-future where neural implants allow consciousness-sharing and mind uploading is commonplace but legally fraught, Paula discovers sense-sharing forums where uploads can temporarily experience physical sensation through willing hosts. What begins as a thrill-seeking adventure becomes an escalating power exchange that ends with Paula trapped in VR, watching a stranger live her life from the inside.
My implant itched.
It didn't actually itch—Dr. Marchetti had explained the phantom sensations when I got it installed, something about the brain mapping unfamiliar hardware onto familiar feelings—but I scratched the back of my neck anyway.
"You're doing it again," said Kira, not looking up from her tablet.
"Because it itches."
"It doesn't itch. You're nervous."
"I'm not nervous. Why would I be nervous?"
"You're about to let a stranger ride your body like a rented car."
I threw a pillow a…
Zoe slowly poked at her eggs as she munched on a piece of bacon. It was a little crispier than she had hoped, breaking easily in her mouth as she chewed. Her mind was adrift, not focused on the food but on a possible announcement today at work. While she had only heard sparse whispers and rumors, there was a chance that her division was up for a promotion. Her toes curled at the thought of being able to finally move up in the workplace. After all, that meant better hours, better workloads, and …
Also, this is serving as a prototype for mixing story and porn. Both are great on their own, but together, they're unmatched. So I wanna try my hand with it. So hopefully, ya like it....alright, dassitdassall.
"Hmm…B7," Yang guesses,
"Miss," Ruby responds, earning a grunt in return, "...E…2?"
"Dammit!"
"Hahaha! I told you, Ms. Doubtfire! You! Can't! Beat me! I'm the best! I am the very powerful! Witness the true greatness shining upon you!"
The two sisters share a laugh after the display of dumbassery from the young girl.
"Oh, calm down, Ms. Braggart," Yang replies, cleaning up the game, "You won a couple of board games. So what? Any joe schmoe could get lucky twice."
"Uh huh. Keep finding diff…
Heavily inspired by the writing.com story The Possession Spell, but nerfed so the one with the power isn't in absolute control of everything.
My name's Matt. That day was meant to be just another day.. but it turned very weird, and very interesting.
It would have been about 5pm when I walked into my apartment. It was convenient, since it was close enough to college, yet wasn't super expensive or loud. Plus I could walk to all the fun parties.
Anyway, I walked in to see my girlfriend, Mira, sitting on the couch. I always thought she was cute in an exotic way - she was short, petite, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was half …
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disguise romance dark violence identity change mystery adventure Mature Sexual Politics Hope thrilling Grief Gender Identity Sexual Organs Sex organs Investigation Space
No selection - the entire chapter will be rewritten.
Similar Stories on Outfox
Characters:
Nathan Summers- A 23-year old Caucasian aspiring FBI agent just hired few days. His height is 5'7 with androgynous face and built. He is kind, optimistic, a bit of introverted, techy, and smart
Luke Copeland - A 23-year old black american who is the son of Kevin Copeland and nephew of Marcus Copeland, the two famous fbi agents who previously disguised themselves as "white chicks", the Wilson sisters, to protect the real wilson sisters from evil socialites. He has happy go lucky, chick magnet, a bit perverted personality with a family problem.
Arabella "Bella" Montclair - A 19 year-old European Heiress who studies in New York University. A beautiful brunette 5'6 with busty and slim features. She has wears skimpy and chick outfits with kind of mean girl personality.
Allison Crawford - A 19 year-old american white girl from New York rockland counties with middle-class family. She has height of 5'10, athletic, gutsy, tomboyish but pretty. She is blonde woman with athetlic built but with model figure.
The story is about Nathan who just hired in fbi and his first mission is to protect the Belgian heiress, arabella montclair, by disguising replacing her and disguising himself as her in New York University. Luke Copeland will help Nathan do his mission by replacing a female student Allison Crawford. The heiress is targeted by shadowy socialites from europe due to her parents involvment in Belgium politics. The FBI is tasked by the the US government to protect the heiress due to the Belgian monarchy deal with the US government.
This novel has lots of humour, with few action scenes, a bit of drama, with mature contents, and more of sexual and racial jokes.
Chapter 1
Nathan Summers’s first thought upon entering the FBI’s New York Field Office was that he had, tragically, dressed as the concept of Anxiety for Halloween. His suit—purchased in a panic the night before from a store that smelled of despair and weak coffee—had all the structural integrity of a wet paper bag. It creaked when he breathed.
The security desk was manned by a man who looked like he’d been carved from a single block of skepticism. His nametag read ‘Officer Briggs.’ His a…
Let’s get this over with. A list. My life, in bullet points. As compiled by me, Kevin Miller, at age thirty-four, on a Tuesday that smells like wet concrete and regret.
Item One: Born to Diane and Frank Miller. Middle-class suburb. Dad left when I was seven. Not a dramatic exit—just packed a suitcase one Tuesday and said he was getting milk. The milk, apparently, was in Phoenix with a dental hygienist named Brenda. Mom started calling me “the man of the house.” I was seven. I didn’t want t…
WARNING: This is a very dark, horror story.
In a near-future where neural implants allow consciousness-sharing and mind uploading is commonplace but legally fraught, Paula discovers sense-sharing forums where uploads can temporarily experience physical sensation through willing hosts. What begins as a thrill-seeking adventure becomes an escalating power exchange that ends with Paula trapped in VR, watching a stranger live her life from the inside.
My implant itched.
It didn't actually itch—Dr. Marchetti had explained the phantom sensations when I got it installed, something about the brain mapping unfamiliar hardware onto familiar feelings—but I scratched the back of my neck anyway.
"You're doing it again," said Kira, not looking up from her tablet.
"Because it itches."
"It doesn't itch. You're nervous."
"I'm not nervous. Why would I be nervous?"
"You're about to let a stranger ride your body like a rented car."
I threw a pillow a…
Zoe slowly poked at her eggs as she munched on a piece of bacon. It was a little crispier than she had hoped, breaking easily in her mouth as she chewed. Her mind was adrift, not focused on the food but on a possible announcement today at work. While she had only heard sparse whispers and rumors, there was a chance that her division was up for a promotion. Her toes curled at the thought of being able to finally move up in the workplace. After all, that meant better hours, better workloads, and …
Also, this is serving as a prototype for mixing story and porn. Both are great on their own, but together, they're unmatched. So I wanna try my hand with it. So hopefully, ya like it....alright, dassitdassall.
"Hmm…B7," Yang guesses,
"Miss," Ruby responds, earning a grunt in return, "...E…2?"
"Dammit!"
"Hahaha! I told you, Ms. Doubtfire! You! Can't! Beat me! I'm the best! I am the very powerful! Witness the true greatness shining upon you!"
The two sisters share a laugh after the display of dumbassery from the young girl.
"Oh, calm down, Ms. Braggart," Yang replies, cleaning up the game, "You won a couple of board games. So what? Any joe schmoe could get lucky twice."
"Uh huh. Keep finding diff…
Heavily inspired by the writing.com story The Possession Spell, but nerfed so the one with the power isn't in absolute control of everything.
My name's Matt. That day was meant to be just another day.. but it turned very weird, and very interesting.
It would have been about 5pm when I walked into my apartment. It was convenient, since it was close enough to college, yet wasn't super expensive or loud. Plus I could walk to all the fun parties.
Anyway, I walked in to see my girlfriend, Mira, sitting on the couch. I always thought she was cute in an exotic way - she was short, petite, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was half …
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The air in Lysa’s chamber was still, the only light a soft glow from the city beyond the balcony doors. They lay facing each other on the wide bed, both in their nightwear—Lysa in a simple silk chemise, Laura in the borrowed pajamas she wore over the ever-present Myrden suit. The fabric of the day, the tour, the baths, and the clothing generator hung between them, a silent, charged thing.
For a few seconds, there was only the sound of their breathing. Lysa’s eyes, dark and serious in the low light, searched Laura’s face.
“Vernon,” Lysa said softly, the name not a question but a confirmation, solid in the quiet room. “That’s your real name.”
Laura’s breath caught. The name was a key turning in a lock deep inside her chest. She felt the familiar, panicked urge to deny it, to cling to the armor of ‘Laura’. But Lysa’s gaze held no judgment, only a patient, aching curiosity. “Yes,” Laura whispered, the word leaving her like a surrender.
Lysa’s expression softened, but the intensity didn’t fade. “What do you look like,” she asked, her voice barely audible, “underneath all this?” Her hand lifted slightly from the bedcovers, a gesture toward Laura’s form, encompassing the wig, the suit, the beautiful lie.
The question wasn’t clinical. It was full of wonder, and a desire that made Laura’s heart hammer against her ribs. Before she could formulate an answer, Lysa moved. She closed the small distance between them and wrapped her arms around Laura, pulling her close, turning so she was hugging Laura from behind, her front pressed to Laura’s back. Laura could feel the warmth of Lysa’s body through their clothes, the gentle swell of her breasts against her shoulder blades. It was a protective, possessive embrace, and it shattered the last of Laura’s defenses.
“Lysa,” Laura breathed, her voice trembling.
“Do you really want to find out?” Laura asked, the words spoken into the room, to the woman holding her.
“Yes,” Lysa said immediately, her lips close to Laura’s ear. “I want to see you.”
Slowly, Laura turned in her arms until they were face to face again. Inches apart. She saw the trust in Lysa’s eyes, the fearless wanting. It gave her a courage she didn’t know she possessed. She leaned in and kissed her.
It was not a gentle, questioning kiss. It was an answer, a release, a floodgate …