Reika's undercover mission

Reika sighed as she leaned back in her chair.

"One year abroad posing as a young male gangster in order to bust a major gang. I'll even have to shave my head for this too. *Sigh* I could easily bust that ring in a month, but it seems the higher-ups want to get rid of me," Reika thought to herself.

"Oi Yuzume! The hell are you wearing jeans and sneakers!" Yoriko growled.

"Well, I'm going to be going undercover, so I felt the need to change out of my business suit and dress shoes in order-"

"I oughta dock you for skimpin on the dresscode. I don't care if you're a detective."

"Rouge sensei-"

"She's dead."

Reika shook her head in disappointment as Yoriko stormed away.

"What is going on in that woman's mind?" Reika pondered as she got up and headed for the locker room.

"*Sigh* You're really gonna go through with this mission? Sounds like a waste for someone of your talents," Mutsumi sighed.

"That's just the way things go sometimes," Reika sighed as she placed her purse down on a counter in the locker room.

She then pulled out a pair of hairclippers and sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror.

"So what do you think my head will be shaped like?" Reika mused.

"Hopefully it's not shaped like a cone," Mutsumi groaned as Reika began shaving.

"Hmm, wonder if it is. Though I'm supposed to be posing as a thug so I doubt it will be an issue."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think the higher-ups were trying to force you to infiltrate the demon queen cult."

"So think I could pass for one like this?" Reika teased as she smeared shaving cream all over her head and face.

"Don't even joke about that! You're too valuable a woman to lose!"

"Ara ara. Are you confessing?"

"Reika! I'm saying this as a friend!" Mutsumi fumed as her face went red.

"I'm just teasing you. Even though the briefing claimed it was posing as a gangster in Britain, I'm not just going to take those briefings at face value after last time," Reika glared.

"I bet you have an idea on who the mastermind could be."

"Naturally. Well, how do I look?" Reika giggled as she finished wiping her face with a towel.

She was now completely bald and lacked eyebrows. She had also slightly trimmed down her eyelashes a bit to give them a more masculine look.

"How can you keep a straight face after that?" Mutsumi groaned.

"Hmm, so you think I look hideous... Well a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," Reika sighed as she rubbed her smooth head.

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"So you're willing to shave all you hair off, but not willing to get real tattoos? Then why didn't you just put a mask on?" Mutsumi grumbled.

"Because I'm not going to permanently ink my face just for this dumb little diversion," Reika glared as Mutsumi spray painted a fake tattoo on her head.

"And if you get discovered?"

"I'm posing as a young male gangster that's trying to put up a tough front. The shaved head and brows better sell the illusion. That and if my tattoos are discovered to be paint, I'll just say I'm scared of needles. Don't get too complex with the design though, I'll have to constantly reapply the paint on my own."

"So this means you're also gonna have to bind your breasts," Mutsumi shuddered.

"Yes, they aren't as large as yours, but they aren't exactly flat either. *Sigh* Well I'm going to make the most of this mission."

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Once Mutsumi was finished, Reika took off her shirt and bra and had Mutsumi bind her breasts. After that was done, Reika put on a new shirt, rolled up her jeans, and put on a fur coat and some purple tinted circular glasses.

"Heh? I'm lookin like a real whore killa. Hey girl, wanna be my primo woman?" Reika asked in character.

"KYAH! Oh- um sorry Reika-"

"Da hell's Reika. bitch!?"

"REIKA!"

"*Sigh* Mutsumi, I need to know if my act is perfect," Reika sighed as she broke character.

"But I was actually scared. I say the act's good," Mutsumi trembled.

"Despite seeing my full transformation from start to finish, you were still uncomfortable?"

"I mean, that's how I would act if you were the real deal."

"My apologies Mutsumi. Though you're the only friend I truly have here."

"I know. So I assume you're going to want me to do something?"

"Yes, ----..."

Mutsumi let out a groan after Reika finished whispering her instructions.

"You really ask a lot. Though are you sure you don't want Bianka to know?"

"No. I don't want her getting swept up in this. Even though we're sisters, she feels more like a daughter to me."

"Well you two are 10 years apart and you ended up being the one that raised her after your mother passed away during childbirth."

"I did my best to raise her, but sadly she gained her perverted side from watching me emulate Rouge-sensei too much."

"I never really knew your sensei too well, but I remember what she looked like."

"She was known as the tomboy goddess much to her dismay. She was a woman so beautiful, men and women would flock to her, and had the voice of an angel no matter how tough she tried to sound. She was also highly intelligent and nay unbeatable in a fist fight. To think a strong woman like her would meet such a cruel fate."

"You think it was the same-"

"No, it was sadly due to a lack of intel. The cult was in it's infancy during that time, at least, I truly hope THEY didn't play a part in forcing Rouge sensei into that mission. Reiju was lucky to escape that horrible place..."

Reika then let out a somber sigh before turning to Mutsumi.

"Well, time to lock me up until that passport's finished. So take my mugs," Reika smiled.

Mutsumi let out a sigh before escorting Reika to get her mugs taken.

"I'm really glad you're my partner," Mutsumi smiled.