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Cyndi was standing in front of the abandoned warehouse on the dock.
The man with her followed right behind.
"This is the place, right Cyndi?"
"Ummm..."
"Big warehouse, in view of the building with the big "Opening soon" banner?"
"I mean, that DOES sound familiar..."
Mason sighed.
This wasn't going to be easy.
But if he wanted to prove that he could be FBI material, he had to play it cool.
This is what would show them what an asset he could be.
Oh sure, he didn't have the "credentials", the "training", but that's not what you needed.
You needed guts and gumption! And he had those in spades!
And he knew a good case when he saw it, too.
He'd seen the rumors on the internet, about men being snatched off the streets and turned female by some kind of new super-drug.
Most wrote this off right away.
After all, if someone could develop an instant gender change serum, they'd be making money off it, right?
And why the secrecy, anyway?
Mason would have written it off entirely too, if Cyndi hadn't fallen in his lap.
He had gone to the local police station to offer his services as an aspiring FBI agent, taking some cases off their hands.
The desk sergeant was three seconds away from grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and throwing him out the door when Cyndi burst in.
She was crying, talking about how she used to be a guy but was kidnapped and turned into a bimbo, with little to no memory of the whole thing.
Everyone at the station laughed at the ridiculous notion.
As if this blonde bombshell used to be a guy! It had to be a prank, right?
Or she was drunk and wanting to cause trouble.
But Mason took a chance, and whisked her away before anyone else could get to her.
Cyndi was less upset now that someone was going to come with her, but she warned Mason that her memory was fuzzy, and they'd have to go to the last place she remembered, which is where she believed she had been taken.
Mason was eager to prove himself, and a potential trafficking case would surely get him noticed.
"Cyndi, why don't we go inside, see if that brings back any more memories?"
"But it's so scary looking! I feel like Jason Krueger's gonna jump out at any minute!"
"That's Freddy Krueger, sweetheart. Besides, I'm here."
"That's right! A big, strong, handsome man in a suit and tie, ready to save me!"
That comment, and her voice getting even squeakier with time, suggested whatever was in that drug that made her act all bimbo-like was getting a quicker hold over her.
That means they had to move fast, before she lost whoever she used to be forever, and wouldn't be able to give him any more information about the previous night.
This wasn't overly concerning to Mason though.
He'd have what he needed soon enough, and hey, by the time her mind had gone poof, she'd be more amenable to rewarding Mason for his heroics.
It didn't bother him that she used to be a guy, she had big enough tits, and that's what mattered most, right?
And her lips could probably suck his cock dry, and that's what he wanted most.
Soon enough, her glittery silver dress would be on the floor of his car.
"Ready to go in?"
Cyndi looked nervous.
"Will you link your arm with mine in case the bad guys are still here?"
Mason held his arm out, Cyndi putting hers through, cuddling up to him.
Mason opened the door and the two walked on through.
He was thankful he remembered to bring the flashlight from a makeshift kit had made for when a case fell into his lap.
Looking around, the place did not seem like it had been disturbed in some time.
"Anything look familiar?"
"Uhhhh..."
"Try to remember, Cyndi. Did they bring you here, the men who abducted you?"
"They might have taken me further down..."
"Alright, we'll keep walking then."
"OK, Masey!"
Mason would normally get annoyed at such a thing, but hey, she was cute.
They walked on, passing tables with sheets draping over machinery and tools.
"Anything yet?"
"Hey, can we go get cocktails? I need to get druuuuuuunk!"
"Cyndi, focus!"
"Why, what did I say?"
Shit!
The bimbo serum was ramping up.
"Cyndi, I really need to you recall how you went from being a guy to a sl- girl."
Cyndi stared at Mason wide-eyed.
"I was a guy?! Is that why I have a pee-pee?!"
"You really don't remember being a dude?"
"All I remember is... is..."
Cyndi looked up.
High above them, the moonlight was shining through a window.
"Wait! I remember knocking one of those assholes to the ground! Something fell out of his pocket!"
Mason shone his flashlight around the places Cyndi said she thought her assailant had fallen.
He was getting frustrated with how many times she had gotten it wrong, and was about to sternly remind her to stay on track when he saw it and picked it up.
It was a business card, with a phone number and site names, for a place simply called "Whimsy".
He got the impression it was a strip club, or burlesque house, something along those lines.
He looked at the address.
It was right across the way! The building with the banner he saw earlier!
It was all coming together.
Whoever Cyndi used to be must have been drugged, brought here and would have been driven to that building to begin a new life as an exotic dancer or stripper.
The warehouse on the docks was a perfect place to conduct their business.
No one was using it, and being such a short distance away meant they didn't have to worry about raising suspicion.
"Good work, Cyndi!"
Cyndi let out a squee and a little jump, Mason watching her large breasts bounce.
Oh, this was sure to score him points.
"So does this mean we can go find the bad guys?"
"Not just yet. Does this bring back any other memory? Think back to when you fought that guy off."
"When I sucked that guy off?! I didn't do that! But now I'm getting all horny..."
Mason hesitated for a moment, before shaking his head.
"No, Cyndi. When you punched him. Try to remember, OK?"
"I AM trying, Masey! But, like, using my head is sooooo hard!"
"Cyndi, if this keeps up, you may never be a guy again!"
"I was a guy?!"
"Damn it Cyndi, we've been over this!"
Cyndi fell to the ground, on her knees and clutching her head.
"Don't yell at me, you're being mean right now!"
"Cyndi, I'm trying to help you!"
"You can do it without being a jerk!"
Then Cyndi gasped.
"I remember something else!"
She was still on her knees, so Mason put his hand on her shoulders.
"That's it, Cyndi. Tell me "
"They drugged me right here!"
"Good, keep going."
"It went like... like..."
Mason gripped her shoulders harder to help her recollect.
"That's it, Cyndi. What was it like?"
He was too busy thinking about how he was well on his way to a great career that he failed to notice Cyndi had reached into her purse and jabbed a needle into his right hand.
"Like this."
