Crap. That's the only thing I can think in my head right now. Crap... how did this happen?
Byung-Ho stood in front of a man who he had never met before in his life. In his hands, held a dress.
Right... after the meeting about the new mission, I was transported to this location. Now, my only task is to dress up!
"Ah.. nice to meet you. I'm Agent Phony."
Byung-Ho stuck out his hand as he glanced into the eyes of the tall man in front of him.
This guy is Agent Cross. I've only heard bad things about him...
The man in front of Byung-Ho glared down at him. He seemed uninterested. A little too uninterested.
This guy.. he's not responding to me at all! What's his problem?
Byung-Ho snatched his hand back and decided to ignore him.
"Fine. Be like that. See where that gets you."
The room that the two were in was a dressing room. Before Byung-Ho was dropped off, he was handed a few items to help him transform into a beautiful lady.
How am I supposed to carry out the mission if my own partner won't even greet me properly.
Byung-Ho sighed loudly as he pulled out a picture of Rosaline and her husband, Leo.
"Here. We have to dress up like them. I'm sure you were already informed about it."
He slammed the picture onto the vanity table and prepared to do his make-up.
Agent Cross glanced down at the picture of Rosaline and then back up at Byung-Ho with confusion. "You are... a woman?"
Clack
Byung-Ho dropped the make-up kit he was holding. Hah?
...
He stared at Agent Cross in silence.
"No. I am your partner. Agent Phony. I am a male. Male. A boy. A man."
They stared at each other with confusion. Agent Cross slowly nodded and backed away. "I understand. I was informed that my partner would look similar to the beautiful lady in the photo, but I guess it was just misinformation."
Byung-Ho could feel his motivation to complete the mission disappearing after the words of his own partner.
What. Was that an insult? Eh?
Byung-Ho silently went back to working on his make-up. He didn't want to ruin the relationship between them any further, so he kept his mouth shut.
That f*cker. He thinks he can go around talking sh*t about people he's just met? Hah? Just wait. I'll be the most beautiful woman at the wedding!
Byung-Ho began to apply his make-up more aggressively after the flames sparked inside of him.
Just you wait...
Agent Cross was also diligently making his transformation into Leo Rashida. He wore the expensive suit and shoes given by the association. His sharp and handsome features could be seen from every angle as he slicked his black hair back with gel. After he adjusted his tie slightly, he looked back at Byung-Ho and immediately bursted out laughing.
Byung-Ho had worn his dress and was now struggling to walk in heels. After Agent Cross' explosion of laughter, Byung-Ho's face immediately lit up in flames.
"What are you laughing at? Hah? Haaah?"
This f*cker! Is this funny to you?
Agent Cross made his way to take a closer look at Byung-Ho. He tried to hold his laughter back, but was unable to.
"Stop laughing! Why are you laughing? I think I look identical to the picture!"
Byung-Ho held the picture of Rosaline next to his face and tried to make the same facial expression as hers.
Agent Cross continued to cackle at the strange sight. Byung-Ho's make-up was too cakey, and the dress looked like it was about to rip. The way his legs wobbled because of the heels added to the strange sight.
What's wrong with him? He was acting like he didn't want to talk to me, and now he's laughing his a** off!
"What's wrong with you? You find this funny? Why don't you try wearing this dress!"
Byung-Ho immediately took off the dress and heels, and threw them onto the ground. Now he stood in only his boxers
Agent Cross stood there in amusement. He grabbed the dress and tried to wear it over his suit. Byung-Ho watched in shock.
"Seriously? You're actually wearing it?"
Krrrck
The dress slowly ripped.
This dumb f*ck
"I take it back! That dress costs more than a fortune! It's going to rip, take it off!
Agent Cross took off the dress and held it out for Byung-Ho. "Don't worry, I was stretching it out for you."
Seriously?
Byung-Ho sighed in relief as he snatched the dress back. He tried it on again, and this time it managed fit properly. He pulled at the strings of the dress around his waist and tied it into a bow to make the dress look presentable. "It actually fits now.."
Maybe this guy is actually useful!
He stared into the mirror. At the same time, he held up the photo of Rosaline. Byung-Ho grimaced at the difference between him and the photo. He sighed and glanced back at Agent Cross. "They should've chosen a woman for this job. How do they expect someone as manly as me to look like a woma-"
Agent Cross immediately wiped Byung-Ho's face full of make-up off. Byung-Ho could only stare at him in shock. Eh? What's going on? Did he just wipe off my hard work?
After wiping his make-up off, Agent Cross began to redo Byung-Ho's make-up. "You're a spy, but you can't even do a full set of make-up properly."
His voice was low and stern, but there was a hint of teasing in his tone.
Ehhh? Why does this guy keep pissing me off. I did the make-up exactly like the picture!
The silence rang loudly as Agent Cross continued to redo Byung-Ho's make-up. After he finished, he took a step back and admired his art piece.
F*cker.
Byung-Ho turned to look at himself in the mirror. He was shocked to see the transformation. Somehow, he actually looked like a girl. Wait.. I look like a girl?
He stared closer into the mirror. His eyes unable to turn away from his own face.
"Woah.. how did you do this?"
He placed his fingers on the mirror and caressed his own face.
As Byung-Ho was mesmerized by his own face, Agent Cross was rummaging through the items the association gave them. He threw silicon breasts at Byung-Ho and a wig.
"Quickly wear those. The wedding is to start at 7 PM sharp."
Byung-Ho immediately snapped out of his day dream and stared at the silicon breasts right in front of him. What the f*ck is that.
He turned to look at Agent Cross with a disgusted look on his face.
His eyes flashed between the silicon breasts, and his own flat chest. This goes there... right?
Step, step, step
Agent Cross stood next to Byung-Ho with a sigh. "They are to enhance the size of your breasts. Please wear them."
He took the silicon breasts and shoved them into the dress.
Woah. Sick!
Byung-Ho stared at himself in the mirror again. He nodded with satisfaction before tying his hair back to wear the wig. Okay.. I'm finished.
He stood up tall and wore the heels again.
"Before we leave, do you mind if I practice wearing these heels a bit?"
Byung-Ho's voice wobbled because of how much his body was struggling to stand still.
I will never forgive the Chief for making me go through this humiliation!
Agent Cross nodded as he watched Byung-Ho struggle to walk back and forth. He couldn't help but turn his head to the side in an effort to stop himself from laughing. Despite Byung-Ho's horrible posture with the heels on, Agent Cross couldn't help but notice a little similarity between Byung-Ho and Rosaline.
While Agent Cross is trying his best not to laugh, Byung-Ho is struggling for his life in the heels.
F*ck. How do women wear these? The female spies back at Rapid1 always wear these things. Some how they even fight in them! Is that even possible? Next time I see a woman wearing these torture devices, I'll make sure to respect them greatly.
After a while, Byung-Ho managed to copy the walking style of a female spy he was on a mission with once. He reminisced upon her fighting style and posture. He copied everything down to the movement of her hips.
Agent Cross watched in surprise, he knew that Byung-Ho was a top rank in Rapid1, but to see him adjust to his role so perfectly was something he had never seen before.
"Are you finished?"
He watched as Byung-Ho swiftly walked across the room to grab his purse.
"Yeah, has your association mentioned how we're going to arrive at the wedding?"
Byung-Ho checked the time.
6:46
"We should hurry now. The wedding venue shouldn't be very far."
He grabbed onto Agent Cross's arm and pulled him along.
Agent Cross went along with him as he was pulled by the arm. Their mission was now starting.
Byung-Ho paused and glanced up at Agent Cross with a serious expression.
"As soon as we leave this building, we'll become a couple."
I'll seriously kill the Chief.
"Make sure you act like it. If we get caught, we'll have to resort to using the heels.."
Agent Cross tilted his head in confusion.
"Use the heels? What do you mean by that."
Ah... they didn't tell him.
They continued to walk until they made it out the building. As soon as they stepped out, the wind nearly knocked off Byung-Ho's wig. He managed to catch it on time.
"These heels... are a special type of technology created by my association. That's all you need to know."
A Lamborghini swiftly pulled in front of the two.
"Well, shall we go, honey?"
Byung-Ho smiled sweetly at Agent Cross. His eyes twinkled as he softened his voice to sound more lady-like. The transformation, once again shocked Agent Cross. He tried his best to keep his laugh in and play along.
"Of course."
Agent Cross guided Byung-Ho into the Lamborghini. He soon entered the car himself, and shut the door.
This is going to be a long night...