The Mole

Three days in a hotel room and I was going crazy. Television and room service….enough!
I felt much better and begged Jerry to take me somewhere, so he rented a car and we toured Hoover Dam. In the course of our conversations, he mentioned that we had to get home to receive his shipment. He wanted me to help with the inventory of it’s contents. This was my opportunity. I acted as though it was a routine request and let it pass.
We completed our tour, had a lovely day driving around the area of Las Vegas and nearby Henderson and returned to our hotel where Jerry arranged our return trip home. I have to admit, it was a nice vacation, my first, traveling as a woman. Being pampered and cared for is a nice change from the male role of being responsible for everything.
It was good to be home and to see Debbie again. I really missed her. She almost fainted when she saw the new ME! The real bosom with real cleavage, the colors on my face…so natural looking complementing my long black hair. I now had the appearance of a professional model. I filled her in on all the details, both of our meeting with Jerry’s clients and my personal experiences with the makeover and how it wasn’t my choice but one I’d have to live with. Deb was very understanding and, appeared to be delighted with my latest transformation. The whole thing further enhanced our lovemaking as we made up for lost time. There was a feeling of genuine passion between us…I truly loved this woman. If she once mentioned she didn’t see me as a man in a dress, what is she seeing now? I’m hardly even a male anymore!
Back at the club, everything seemed as though we had never left. The shipment of art arrived the day after we did. I carefully inventoried each item both for Jerry and, surreptitiously, for the police. The source was indeed South America. I gave Deb a list of the contents which she forwarded to Bruce.
From that information, and with international cooperation, they were able to trace the origin of the goods.