{A/N: Fucking Microsoft, I type my stories in word to use it's autocorrect feature so you know what Microsoft does? It changes all my fucking preferences and language settings to American spelling, my computer uses Australian grammar, spelling and keyboard setup. Why won't Microsoft just use my fucking settings. I DON'T LIKE AMERICAN SPELLING MICROSOFT. Nothing against any American's I just learned to spell differently and don't appreciate my settings being changed by auto updates.}
1st Pov
Rolling on the ground laughing I try to stop, but the look on the gender bent director is just too funny. Beside me Jean is practically out of breath from laughing so hard, patting her on the back between my fits of laughter I attempted to rein in my laughter.
A few minutes later I'm able to regain my composure, Jean though has passed out from laughing so hard. Checking on Jean to make sure she's not injured, I confirm she is safe before deciding to address the elephant in the room.
Off to the side of the room sitting in the chair closest to the door is a curvaceous black woman sporting a slightly loose eyepatch resting just under her eye. The woman sits frozen holding a coffee cup up next to her lips.
As for clothes the woman is wearing a long trench coat two to three sizes too big. The woman is of course Nick Fury who drank the coffee spiked with gender change potion. Unfreezing a cold cautious look dons her face as she lowers her cup and looks at me.
"What. Did. You. Do?" – Fury
Emphasising each word Fury looks like she is attempting to intimidate me, laughing at her hilarious reaction I stand up and grab the leftover coffee.
"I spiked your drink with a fun little creation of mine." – Morgan
"Undo it!" – Fury
Raising her voice in anger Fury draws her pistol and points it at me, reaching out I place my hand over the barrel of the gun to stop Fury from shooting my furniture.
"Sure, I could change your back. Or I can leave you like this for a bit for fun" – Morgan
Seeing Jean is waking up I decide to get her input.
"What do you reckon Jean? Should we turn Fury back" – Morgan
Jean waking up looks at the supposedly intense scene that comes off looking more comical than serious.
"Wha… What? Oh, we should turn Fury back eventually" – Jean
Standing up Jean does a little walk around looking at Fury, doing a full lap Jean stops by my side and taps my leg. Bending down Jean whispers into my ear.
"Let's get some photos of her first, maybe take her on a tour of your base and dress her up." – Jean
Grinning widely my face splits in a predatory smile, and my gaze locks on Nick.
"I like that idea, Jean. Nick, we'll turn you back after a quick tour, follow." – Morgan
Motioning for Nick and Jean to follow the door to my elevator opens up and I step inside. Reluctantly following me Nick hobbles across the room whilst using one hand to hold her pants up. Giggling with Jean we wait for the Director of one of the most powerful organizations on earth to helplessly follow along.
Riding the elevator down in silence Nick constantly hoists her pants up the hole way down, realizing we probably need to get her some new clothes for the tour I program a few outfits to begin printing.
Stepping out of the elevator into my highly advanced and futuristic facility I take a second to appreciate it. Lit by strong white lights that remove all shadows my facility extends in all directions, designed with my own form of neo-futuristic architectural style the facility consists of ebony black walls highlighted with crimson and purple energy coursing through inscriptions that resemble a mix between vines and electrical circuits.
The floor of my facilities consists of modular silver flooring designed as hexagons roughly 10 centimetres across and outlines with a thin black gold mix. Each hexagon acts as both an access hatch for miniature robots and a more advanced system of panels designed to easily move heavy objects that can't be levitated.
The flooring also doubles as part of my defense system capable of inflicting a number of gruesome deaths upon any intruder who made it this far.
Finished appreciating my base I begin walking in a set direction, controlling the floor beneath Nick, I rapidly move her along behind me. To my side Jean floats lazily along a current of my psionic energy.
A few minutes of walking through my base later I've travelled over a kilometre and reached my relaxation areas. Opening a room, I step into a large wardrobe room outfitted with changing rooms and a camera.
Following behind me Nick looks around the room cautiously whilst mentally jotting down points of note. Jean floating into the room flies over to a section of the wall, opening it a small robot flies through and drops a compressed bundle of clothes into Jeans outstretched arms.
Moving back to the center of the room Jean uncompresses the clothing and starts sifting through it, before turning to Nick.
"If you want Morgan to change you back you have to try on these outfits." – Jean
Looking warily at the assortment of different outfits I watch as Nick considers his options, sighing Nick relents and approaches Jean to take the first outfit.
Whilst Nick heads for the changing room I float the camera into my hand and adjust the light.
Stepping out Nick is wearing a short blue dress embroidered with brown patterns along it's seams, below the dress she wears a set of light tan stockings and a set of matching brown boots that extend up to her knees. Finally, to complete the outfit Fury has a cat ear headband on.
Squealing in joy Jean rushes towards Nick and begins straightening parts of her outfit, while she does that, I make sure to snap a few pictures of the embarrassed director. Cheeks flushed red the eye patch finishes the outfit off perfectly.
Taking a few minutes for an impromptu photo session before moving to the next outfit, I gain a great deal of black mail material. Happy with the first outfit Jean hops back over to the pile of outfits and grabs another, passing it to Fury she shoves her back into the changing room.
A few minutes go by before Nick steps out again with a new outfit. Wearing a black dress with white highlights and frilly edges, the outfit includes a small bonnet of the same colours tied around the chin and a frilly bow choker. On her legs she wears a pair of black fishnet stockings that go up to her mid-thigh and a pair of 3-centimetre heel boots that extend up to her calves.
Basically, I now have a picture of a gender bent Nick Fury in a maid outfit, checking Nick's mind to make sure Jean and I aren't overstepping too much I find Nick is actually enjoying this slightly. Checking further in her mind I find this is the first break she's had in over twenty years and she's enjoying it even if she wants to put on an apathetic mask.
Grinning wickedly, I continue the photo shoot. For the next two hours Jean, Nick and I have fun taking photos in different outfits. Eventually though I decide we've been here long enough and hand Nick a final outfit.
Stepping out of the changing room Nick wears a Black crop top that extends down to just below her belly button, she wears a tight but flexible set of black Jeans and finally to top the outfit she has a short trench coat draped across her shoulders.
Stepping out of the room I levitate the three of us as we rocket off down the tunnel towards the next part of the tour, stopping in the entrance to a large room with a myriad of robots walking around I begin the next part of the tour. Thinking of something though I turn to Nick.
"Do you want a new eye, Nick? I can make you a super fancy spy one if you want." – Morgan
Scratching her chin, she seems to think it over.
"Can I decide later?" – Nick
"Sure, just decide before you leave." – Morgan
Dropping this subject for the moment I walk into the room, gesturing at the machines around me I begin explaining their purpose.
"These machines here are my quantum computer fabricators, they are responsible for the production of my more common computers used in my robots. They can also rapidly produce standard circuit boards and other parts." – Morgan
Looking around Nick moves closer to look into the machines, leaving her be I wait for the inevitable questions she is still a spy.
"What are you doing with your robots?" – Nick
Pulling away from the fabricators Nick looks straight at me.
"Most of my robots are responsible for moving resources, gathering resources, building, or in the case of my new robots; Cleaning up all you human's mess so I don't have to look at your filthy cities." - Morgan
Responding straight faced I don't see a need to lie and decide to instead tell her the truth. Nick though takes a few minutes to quietly assess my answer and investigate my machines before nodding to herself with a grim face.
"Okay, it doesn't look like I can do anything to you. Shall we continue the tour?" – Nick
Nodding to Nick's sentence I lead my small group to the next room. From there for the next few hours, I take Nick on a tour of most of my facilities, including: My atomic printers, cauldrons, Burav depots, and data servers.
Seeing more and more of my facility Nick internally becomes more resigned, finally we reach the viewing room for my larger assembly facilities. Looking at the surrounding screens Nick focuses in on one in particular I had deliberately placed.
"What's this? Better yet where is this?" – Nick
Looking at the screen displaying the footage directly from one of my Drill probes up in space, Nick points directly at the Super Burav highlighted in the centre of the screen.
"That's my space mining facility, I didn't want to syphon all the resources from earth, so I instead went to the asteroid belt." – Morgan
Blanching Nick seems to finally understand the true extent of my reach, panning the camera it washes over my swarm of over a million drones up in space.
"Oh…" – Nick
Instantly Nick's mind focused on an old pager in his desk at his office, realizing her plan I decide to stop it early.
"No need to worry Nick, just consider this all my hobby. I quite like fixing up and improving you human's stuff." – Morgan
Off to the side Jean watches silently. Nick though sighs and I can feel the resignation flowing off her. Patting her shoulder I decide to end the tour, teleporting back to my lounge room with the other two I plop onto the couch.
Teleporting in Nick's clothes I pass them to her along with a small vial.
"This potion will turn you back, drink it in the bathroom over there. Also do you want the new eye?" – Morgan
Pointing towards the bathroom Nick stands up as she moves towards the bathroom, I can feel a bit of disappointment from her before happiness.
"Yes, I would like the eye, also… Could I have a few more of these potions" – Nick
Raising the potion, I gave her I quickly scan her mind, grinning widely it seems Nick is also a prankster and plans to randomly spike her agents drinks for a bit of fun. Chuckling I conjure a crate containing sixteen large bottles of the potion, I also teleport in a mechanical eye I made earlier.
Handing the eye to Nick I put the potions to the side.
"You only need to use a drop of the potion; it works both ways. Also, it might hurt a little installing the eye, it needs to move the scar tissue to fit into your socket." – Morgan
Nodding Nick takes the items and heads to the bathroom, a few minutes later a serious male Nick Fury returns with his iconic outfit minus the eye patch. In the place of his eyepatch is an unnaturally light blue glowing eye with thin blue glowing circuit patterns spreading around it. Checking it over I quickly give him a rundown of its functions.
"The new eye can see on all spectrums; you can remove it whenever you want, and it's controlled with your mind. In addition, it can see through items up to three metres thick depending on the density. Finally, it has a customized heads up display you can program from the app I installed in your computer." – Morgan
Smiling at Nick, he gives me a stoic nod before grabbing his stuff and moving to the door, opening it I wave him off before returning to the couch to cuddle with Jean and play games.
3rd Pov – Nick Fury
Nick Fury's emotions were in turmoil, thinking over all he had seen in this short day he could only sigh in unvoiced frustration. Not only was he tricked and embarrassed, but he was also confronted with the true scale of the alien's operations.
As much as he enjoyed the small break, he got today he also understood the importance of his job and the work he had to get done. Getting into his car he put the crate of bottles and spare clothes in the backseat before sitting in the front seat.
Sighing in exhaustion he sat there with his head resting against the wheel for a bit. Collecting himself for a few seconds he glanced briefly in the back seat before grabbing his eyepatch. Lowering it down over his new eye it flashes for a second before he's able to see clearly through his eye patch.
Starting his car, he puts it into drive and pulls out of his parking spot, reaching over to his side he picks up his phone and just before he can make a call, he receives one. Answering the call from Agent Coulson, he raises it to his ear.
"Good to hear from you sir, I have vital news. We found him sir." – Phil
Understanding who he was talking about, Nick continued to ask for more information as he drove. Eventually though Nick needed to hang up and he was left alone with his thoughts. Looking into the backseat again he sighs before focusing on the road.