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"Is this embarrassing charade really necessary?" Baroness growled. She was standing in the sub-basement of a Washington DC building which served as a deep-cover Cobra base, owned through a series of dummy corporations. The concert was only a few hours
away, and most of the Cobra high command had relocated here in preparation.
"Of course my dear, the concert is the perfect cover to catch those GI Joe fools unaware" Cobra Commander cackled.
"Very well" Baroness nodded, sighing.
The raven-haired bespectacled european beauty walked over to a large metal tube attached to a series of complicated machinery, and tapped an entry code into the keypad. Metal plates slid away to reveal a tall transparent cylinder filled with bubbling liquid.
Baroness entered another code, and the liquid drained away to a storage tank. As she opened the cylinder, the empty skin of "Anya Contessa" was revealed, hanging loosely attached to some pegs inside. Baroness picked it up, along with a bundle of clothes sitting
on a table next to the tube.
Baroness studied her disguise. These bodysuits were an amazing technology, developed by Cobra scientists after Baroness' and Zarana's own instructions. Both Cobra girls had a penchant for disguise, but after a while, there came a point where people had become
capable of looking for even tiny signs of latex masks. This led to Cobra starting the development of a much more sophisticated disguise technology.
"I would have thought there would be much more... dignified applications to this technology" BAroness sighed.
"Nonsense. Now get dressed, we need to get to the concert as soon as possible" the Commander snorted. Baroness began to walk towards the door, but the Commander's voice halted her. "Just change right here. I want to... watch"
Baroness was a little disgusted, but with her own amoral nature she did not have any extreme hang-up with it. She held up the floppy, naked skin of her alter ego. Anya Contessa was (to all appearances) a cute, vaguely european-looking girl in her late teens/early
20's. Her skin was nicely tanned and smooth, with a curvy build, quite a bit shorter than Baroness' own. She had pouty lips and large eyes, and neck-length curly brown hair. Baroness began undressing, cooing as she peeled her skin-tight black bodysuit/armor
off, revealing her tall, pale body. She almost steamed in the cold air, slowly working the suit down her body before finally stepping out of the high-heeled boots.
Standing naked, Baroness removed her glasses and put in the colored contacts that gave her Anya's warm brown eyes (and a unique retinal pattern for any scans). She slid the seam on the back of "Anya's" skin open, and stepped into it, slowly working her legs
into those of the bodysuit. She slid the disguise over her body, relishing the touch of the still-damp and warm "skin" over her own. As Commander watched hungrily, Baroness tugged "Anya's" arms on like gloves, and flipped the hood of the head over her own
features, taking some time to realign it.
Then came the magic. Baroness slowly slid the zipper up from the costume's ass-crack, trailing all the way up "Anya's" back to rest on the nape of her neck, under her hairline. As she did, the awkwardly-costumed body of the Baroness wearing a too-small disguise
changed, shrank and melted, filling out and shrinking in the right places. Cobra's nanite technology infused the costumes, capable of changing anyone into virtually anyone. Soon, Anya Contessa surveyed her youthful, sexy features in a hand mirror.
"Happy? The GI joe rubes couldn't figure out who I am now even if captured. The suits come with their own fingerprints AND fake DNA scans. I could even fuck one of them, marry him, carry his children like this and they'd never know. Hell, with these suits we
could even disguise one of our men as a girl with the same rate of success!" the singer purred in her soft, sexy accent as she turned to give the Commander a good look of her naked body.
"Very... good" he mumbled, clearly hot and bothered under his helmet.
"Good" Anya grinned. "Then I'll get ready for the concert. Is everything else ready?"
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