Transgender fiction shapeshifter in someone else's lingerie
Corporate espionage was not Doug's forte. He was a shapeshifter sure, and an actor when he put his
mind to it, but actually committing anything illegal was completely out of his wheelhouse. The whole
reason he was putting his gifts to work was precisely for the reason that he didn’t want to use them for
anything ethically wrong. What he was being asked to do was completely against his beliefs as a
person. But rent was due once more, and without a new personality formulated for the auditions, he
was floundering between modelling gigs and advertising proiects. What did it matter if you could
become a beautiful woman in a city filled with them? He was increasingly coming to the realisation
that he should move somewhere else, maybe England? He’d have better teeth than them at least.
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