For Her Eyes Only - Part 1 [Lesbian Spy TG]

Commissioned by Charonshope 

Jack Cross is MI6’s best agent; as quick to break hearts as he is to break bones. Now though, he faces his greatest assignment yet, being transformed into the seductive Misty Allure to seduce a wealthy businessman selling state secrets to the enemy; but things quickly get complicated when it turns out his mark is keeping a big secret of their own…

Chapter 1

Agent Jack Cross moved stealthily through the opulent halls of the embassy, his keen eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. The gala was in full swing, the wealthy and powerful mingling in their finest attire. He'd started the night there, effortlessly blending in with the city's elite with a martini in hand. To any observer, he was simply a stockbroker enjoying a night on the town but Jack was anything but ordinary. Little did the partygoers know that they were in the presence of Britain's greatest spy, and tonight was yet another mission to save the Western world as they knew it. He watched as his target, a beautiful dark-haired woman with legs that seemed to go on forever, slipped out of the ballroom and took the hall up to the ambassador's office. He threw back the last of his cocktail and followed with a cocky smile on his face. 

As he neared the office, he saw her. She moved with the precision of a trained operative, her eyes sharp and calculating. Jack recognised her immediately—Raven Locks, the infamous spy from the East. Raven was already at the safe, her deft fingers working quickly to retrieve the codes. Jack had to admit that she was as skilled as she was beautiful; her perfectly manicured nails didn't even make a sound as she turned the various dials, keeping the safe secure. It opened just as silently, and she smiled, unaware she was being watched as she drew out the USB with enough power to end life on Earth as they knew it. 

"Going somewhere, Raven?" Jack's voice was smooth, dripping with confidence.

Raven's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. 

"Ah, Agent Cross. I should have known it would be you." She smiled. "And here I was thinking tonight would be boring."

"You always did have a knack for getting yourself into trouble." Jack stepped closer, his eyes locking with hers. 

"Trouble finds me irresistible," Raven smirked, her lips curving into a seductive smile. 

"Trouble isn't the only one," Jack replied huskily. 

Without warning, he pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. Raven responded with equal fervour, her body melting against his. Jack's skilled fingers slipped the missile codes from her grasp in the heat of the moment. As the kiss broke, Jack swiftly turned Raven around, pinning her arms behind her back and securing a pair of handcuffs to the safe's wall mount. She struggled, but Jack's grip was firm.

"How dare you. You pretend to be a gentleman, and then you use a girl's feelings for you against her," Raven hissed, her eyes blazing with anger and desire.

"Raven, my dear, we both knew how this was destined to end. If I let you slip away again, people might believe I'd turned traitor. The police are on their way."

Jack walked over to the antique globe in the corner and poured himself a scotch, knocking it back straight. She pouted, looking hopeful yet sad at the same time. 

“Was any of it real? All these years dancing around one another…the night in Paris?”

Jack smiled at her with pity. “Afraid not, my dear. You were fun, but my one and only love is my country.”

"And they call me the thief." Raven sneered. "Stealing hearts like you do, I should have known better."

"You should have known not to cross me; it’s in the name." Jack smiled. "But you didn't, and that was your downfall, my dear. I did enjoy our little game while it lasted, though."

Police flooded the room, and Jack returned the missile codes to their rightful place in the safe just in time for the ambassador and his guests to come walking up the hall. The police chief was there, catching everybody up on what had almost just happened as Jack slipped through the crowd, ready to disappear in the crowd of Armani and fine jewels. 

"Wait!" The ambassador ran after him, his face flushed with shock and alcohol in equal measure. "You just saved us all. Who are you?"

"Oh," Jack smiled and gave the man a wink. "Nobody of consequence."

With that, he disappeared into the night, heading for the hidden chopper, ready to head off to his next assignment. 

~

 As soon as he sat himself in the helicopter, the driver informed him he was en route to MI6 to be briefed on his next target: no sleep for the wicked. He didn't mind; this was the life he'd chosen in service to his country. He stepped off the helicopter and made his way down to the bowels of their headquarters, slinging the suit jacket over his shoulder. He lit a cigarette, smoking it down to the nub by the time he reached the familiar briefing room, complete with a familiar face. 

"Cross, well done on an other successful mission." Commander Harrington greeted, "I hear agent Locks wont be an issue anymore, some people were beginning to think you'd gone soft when you let her go last time."

"I never let her go, Locks isn't usually so taken aback, it took groundwork to make that kiss powerful enough to distract her." He smirked, loosening his tie. "What do you have for me this time?"

"A mission that requires your particular set of skills—charm, infiltration, and a touch of cunning."

"Don't they all?"

"Don't get overconfident; an arrogant agent is a dead agent," Harrington warned, but Jack just leaned back in his chair.

"It's only arrogance if it isn't true. What's the target?"

Harrington pushed a photograph across the table. It showed a well-dressed man with a smooth face, dark hair and the most striking green eyes Jack had ever seen.

"This is Samuel Langston, a prominent businessman. He's well-known in the defence industry, with access to some of our most sensitive information and weapon designs. He's on the cutting edge."

Jack studied the photo and instantly saw what Harrington was hinting at. "And we suspect he's leaking design secrets to somebody?"

"Precisely, maybe even more. He knows how the best weapons we have work and their weaknesses, it wouldn't take much for him to intuate how they're being used and where." Harrington confirmed, steepling his fingers. "Our intelligence suggests that Langston has been selling classified defense information to an enemy state. We need to know exactly what he's selling, for how much, and to whom."

"How do you want me to handle it?" Jack asked, he was no hit man and Harrington was smart, he knew better than to off a target without milking every drop of information he could out of them. Jack expected to be given a cover as his new bodyguard and told to befriend the man, but instead, Harrington said. 

"You're going to seduce Langston."

It took a lot to surprise Jack these days, but that will do it. 

"What?"

"He's secretive to a fault. In fact, Langston is rarely seen outside stock meetings and work-related activities." Harrington explained. "We have sent several agents, good agents, to befriend him, to join his workforce; hell, we even tried to insert an agent as his gardener. None could get close." 

"None of those agents are me."

"No, but we can't risk Langston putting his guard up any higher. Only one agent got close, the gardener, and that was only because Langston seemed to have a weakness for the ladies. Unfortunately, the agent in question was...lacking in seduction skills and got no further."

"So send another female agent, even if he swings both ways, I don't."

"And since when has honesty been part of your routine? You had no trouble seducing Raven Locks or the seven other female spies over the last few years. Hell, seducing the receptionist is practically your first port of call every time you need to sneak into a building."

"But those are women. I have no idea how to seduce another man!"

"You will when Jasmine is through with you."

"Jasmine Jewel?" Jack asked, "Surely you could just send her in my stead!"

Jasmine was the only spy who could hold a candle to Jack: sly, confident and effortlessly seductive. She sounded perfect for this. 

"Jasmine is still recovering from that botched mission in Moscow; she won't be back to full physical strength in some time, and the longer we wait, the more information we risk slipping through the cracks." Harrington argued, "You're to rest and report to her at O six hundred, understood?"

Jack bit his cheek.

"Understood, I still don't understand how I am supposed to seduce a lady's man. I am good, but I am not 'turn a straight man gay' good."

Harrington smiled awkwardly. 

"You won't be a man at the time."

Jack was speechless for the first time in his life, so Harrington kept talking. 

"A serum has recently hit the market, one capable of physically and mentally changing a person into an entirely new persona without losing their former memories and skills. Needless to say, it's going to change the way we do spy work for years to come. But it's expensive and difficult to make."

The rest of his explanation involved a lot of science that Jack probably could have followed if he'd cared to. But right now, he was still stunned that this was even being asked of him. Harrington pushed a file across the table containing documents about the mission, including a brand new cover for him. Jack tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry; he'd always thought he would do anything for his country, but this was pushing the limit. He couldn't exactly say no, though; being a spy was all he'd known for almost two decades; if he lost his position, what would he do with himself? 

"Read over the files and then report to Jasmine tomorrow. We'll have the serum ready."

"...Yes, sir." He muttered, looking over the files, "Just one thing?"

"Yes?" Harrington asked as he turned to leave."

"Did you really have to name my cover 'Misty Allure'?"

~

Jack was no prude; being naked had never bothered him. Hell, most of the time, he enjoyed it, regardless of the company. Women swooned, men hid their jealousy; he had nothing to hide. So standing there in the open training room, in his birthday suit, shouldn't have made him uncomfortable; but the little phial being handed to him by Harrington changed all that. 

“You’ll be more comfortable without clothes; I can't imagine having seams pressing into your skin would feel nice,” he explained. Behind him, Jasmine was grinning like the cat who got the cream. 

“I do so like it when we get to work together, Jack.” She cooed. 

“You could try to look less pleased that I am about to be humiliated.” He said through clenched teeth. 

“After you left me with the bill for that hotel room in Vegas last year, I think I am owed a little enjoyment at your expense…”

“I’m going to pretend I didn't hear that.” Harrington huffed, “Seeings as agents being involved is strictly prohibited.”

“We’re not involved,” Jack replied quickly. 

“No, not at all.” Jasmine sighed dramatically. “Jack here doesn't do emotions, only sex. Fabulous sex mind you-”

“Agent Jewel, I am ordering you to stop talking.”

Jasmine mimed zipping up her lips and throwing away the key, though she still couldn’t keep the delighted grin off her face. Harrington handed over the phial, and Jack stared at the clear, blue liquid. It looked so innocuous; could it really do everything they said? He had poured over the documentation last night; supposedly, the genetic markers inside would morph him physically into a woman specifically designed to suit Langston’s taste based on previous women he’d shown interest in. There were also some sort of endorphins specially designed to affect his brain chemistry and help him lean into the role to the point that he wouldn't need to pretend to be into men, he would be. 

“Hesitating?” Jasmine asked, “That’s a first, Jack…you’re not scared, are you?”

“Never.” He answered quickly, he was many things but coward was not one of them. 

He downed the phial, letting the tasteless liquid pour down his throat, he half expected it to burn like alcohol, but instead, it went down as smooth as water. He handed Harrington the phial back and cleared his throat…waiting. Both Jasmine and Harrington were trying to be professional but Jack could see the curiosity burning in their eyes; they were as desperate for the change to start as he was for it to never come. A minute passed, and a warm, pleasant feeling coiled in his stomach; like a hot coffee on a cold morning. If he wasn't so nervous, it might have even been enjoyable. He was so focused on the sensation he barely registered the itchy feeling on his skull until, when he reached up to scratch, his finger shit hair far faster than normal. He pressed a palm to his skull and felt his jaw drop; he could feel his hair growing! He pulled at a few strands and looked at it in awe; warm, dark blonde so unlike the brown he was used to. 

“It’s time to meet Misty Allure.” Jasmine grinned, “I can't wait.”

The hair quickly became the least of his worries; Jack could feel his skin prickling as it became smoother; the callouses on his trigger finger disappeared entirely as his palms smoothed and his fingers subtly changed shape. He gasped a little as his hips and shoulders cracked, changing shape to give him a more natural hour glass frame that was only emphasises by his thighs thickening slightly and his chest beginning to grow. Part of him wanted to look away but curiosity won out, and his eyes were glued to his chest. He watched with a mixture of fascination, horror and, yes, a small bit of arousal as his new breasts grew. They started off small, then began to balloon rapidly. Jack didn't know much about cup sizes, it wasn’t like he took the time to read tags when he removed a lady's bra, but he was sure he had passed double Ds. Jasmine even pouted a little as he exceeded her own chest, and he couldn't help but groan a little at the sensation.

“How am I supposed to fight with these?” He gasped, “Gods, why are they still growing?”

“They’re not that big,” Jasmine rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to use them.”

“T-that’s not as reassuring a sentence as you think-agh!”
 His ass had turned tight and round now and he could feel the shifting sensation moving between his legs. Jack instantly regretted his decision to do this naked, he didn't want to watch his sex change before his eyes. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away. His legs shifted a little, letting his manhood hang down one final time before it disappeared into a wet, wanting hole. The sensation was instant too; suddenly, there was so much more. Jack had always assumed women felt less down there since their folds were so much smaller than a man’s cock but oh, how wrong he’d been. He was aware not only of his outer folds but his inner ones. Never in his life had he felt so aware of an internal part of his body; it was so sensitive! His thighs came together, and he shifted awkwardly, subtly rubbing them together and squeaking when even that light touch elicited such a strong feeling of pleasure. And just like that, Jack Cross was gone, and Misty Allure began. 

“How do you feel Agent Cr-uh, Agent Allure?” Harrington asked.

“Like…myself.” Jack replied with a furrowed brow. 

His body had changed but that was it, he still felt like a man and a quick look up and down at Jasmine told him he was as straight as ever.

“Not unexpected, the mental shifts should begin soon. They should all be in place by the end of the week. That’s plenty of time for Jasmine to get you up to speed with fighting in this new body.” Harrington said matter-of-factly before clearing his throat. 

Jack felt himself blush when he realised his handler was trying hard not to stare; he’d known Harrington for years, the idea of making him flustered like that was horrifically embarrassing. What made it worse, though, was the fact that he couldn't seem to stop his embarrassment from being known. He didn’t just blush from the cheeks, but his breasts, shoulders and butt all took on a deep shade of scarlet. 

“I should go. And remember, Jasmine, don’t strain yourself too much, I don't want to hear about any pulled stitches.” Harrington continued. 

“It’s not that bad, everybody around here has been shot.”

“Yes, but most people aren't in combat training a week after having three bullets dug out of their side!”

“Come, let’s get you trained up.” Jasmine grinned, handing over a skin-tight jumpsuit similar to her own. 

The measurements were perfect, of course, they had known precisely what body he was getting. The suit snapped around his buttocks and kept them firm, and to his surprise, there were cups inlaid within it to act as a bra. Still, no amount of support could keep his chest from moving a little as he moved. He’d scoffed at the idea of a week of training; he was already an expert in every form of combat a spy could ever need, even if his body was a different shape, surely it wouldn't take that long for him to get the hang of it. But now that he had been transformed, he was worried a week might not be enough, even walking felt alien. 

“Let me find my baseline.” He said, walking over to the sandbag and forming a fist. He punched and immediately winced; he was so much weaker than he was used to, couldn't Langston’s ideal woman had a little bit of muscle to her?

“I can't find like this, I have to up my strength.” He hissed, “I’m sure a bit of extra muscle won’t put him off.”

“Honey, you are strong.” Jasmine laughed, “You’re just punching like a man.”

“It can't be that different.”

“Oh, it is, come, fighting like a woman requires a…softer touch.”

“That literally makes no sense.”

"Don't worry, you'll understand soon," Jasmine said, her voice both commanding and encouraging, "it's not just about brute force. Use your femininity as a weapon. Distract, disarm, and then strike."

Jack nodded, his eyes focused. 

"Now, attack me. Jasmine grinned. 

He didn’t hesitate, he lunged forward with a series of quick jabs, but Jasmine deflected each one with ease, her movements fluid and controlled.

"Good, but not good enough," She teased, a playful smirk curling on her lips. "You need to be unpredictable, move more sensually, you're too stiff, loosen up and let your body flow through the air like water."

Jack stepped back, reassessing his approach. He forced himself to relax his stance, letting his body language shift from aggressive to enticing. A subtle change to the way he held his hips and a looseness to his arms and shoulder; the change was subtle, but he could feel the difference. He focused further, letting his eyes soften and letting a subtle smile play on his lips as she approached Jasmine again. It felt...natural. He expected to find it hard to let go of a lifetime of male instincts but it wasn't. Those chemicals in his brain were already working, so it seemed. 

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, intrigued surprised by the change. Jack moved closer, his movements slower, more deliberate. He feigned vulnerability, his eyes locking onto Jasmine's with a smouldering gaze. Just as her guard dropped ever so slightly, Jack struck, a swift kick aimed at her midsection. Jasmine barely dodged, laughing as she did. 

"Well done! You even got me; damn that serum sure is something."

"Or maybe, I sure am something." Jack answered back flirtatiously.

"You haven't lost your confidence, I see."

"you love it."

They continued to spar, their bodies moving in a deadly dance. Jasmine demonstrated various techniques, showing Jack how to blend seduction with combat. A playful touch here, a disarming smile there, all seamlessly integrated with swift, powerful strikes.

"Men, and even some women, will underestimate you," Jasmine explained, her breath steady despite the exertion. "They'll be distracted by your beauty, your charm. Use that distraction to your advantage."

Jasmine demonstrated; brushing a strand of hair from her face in a seemingly innocent gesture. As Jack's eyes followed the movement and, Jasmine took the opportunity to reach out with her other hand, ready to pick a phantom pocket or grab a file. It wasn't so different from the trick he'd pulled with Raven, but the differences were in the subtleties. They continued to fight; Jasmine moved quickly, using her powerful thighs to grab Jack round the middle and spin them both to the ground, where she pinned him. 

"Men use their calves." She grinned, "Women, it's all in the thighs. Plus it's extra distracting. No man can help but notice how close he is to you..."

Jack swallowed; clearly, that still worked on him, too. The fact that Jasmine's pussy had been so close to him had knocked him off-kilter, even though he'd been prepared for the move. It didn't help that their jumpsuits were so thin, it felt like they were practically laying naked atop one another. Jasmine rolled off and Jack didn't know whether to feel sad or grateful for the loss of her body heat. At least in this body if he got turned on it wasn't as obvious; little victories. 

“I think that’s enough for today, at least on the fighting side.” Jasmine smiled, “We’ve been at it for hours, and I have so much more to teach you.”

“Oh?”

“It’s time to show you how to put on your war paint.” She grinned. “Come.”

She offered Jack a hand up, and he took it, marvelling at how even his grip had subtle differences now. Jasmine led him over to the bathroom and sat him down before a mirror and an array of items; ah, gadgets, one of his favourite things about being a spy. He picked up an innocuous tube of red lipstick and examined it.

“Laser cutter?”

“Liberty red, actually.” 

“Is that some sort of chemical knockout powder? Probably American by the name…”

“No, Misty.” Jasmine rolled her eyes. “It’s a shade, and judging by your lovely complexion, your shade.”

Jack stared at her dumbfounded.

“You’re going to teach me how to put on make-up?” Surely we could better spend our time-”

“Your job is to seduce this man, Misty. You need to look your best. We can't have a make-up team come and pretty you up every day. Now, focus.” She grabbed a similar tube and leaned down so they were close. “Follow my lead.”

For the next few hours, Jasmine explained what each of the little items was and how to use them best. There were seemingly endless ways to make his face look: eyebrow pencils, bronzer, toner, concealer. It was incredible how a few small touches could make such a big difference. Even more surprising, Jack found himself having fun. A giggle made its way up his throat more than once, and he started to enjoy their experimentation. 

“So, what about these?” He asked, trying to hide his excitement at the final line of make-up items on display. He picked up the tube of lipstick and unscrewed it, only to shriek a little in surprise when a fine laser appeared at the end and burned a small hole in the ceiling.

“...that one is a laser cutter.” Jasmine admitted, “As well as a communication compact, knockout nail polish and invisible ink mascara.”

“You girls get all the fun gadgets, mine are all watches and pens.”

“Girls can carry more things around with them without arousing suspicion.” Jasmine grinned. “Just don't mix up your lipsticks. It's a painful mistake, trust me.”

Jack carefully put them down and spread out his fingers the way Jasmine had demonstrated earlier before delicately taking the brush and laying on the knockout nail polish. It was midnight blue, with a slight sparkly sheen. He wiggled his fingers and admired it.

“Just press the point of your nail under the skin a little and they’ll be in dreamland within the minute,” Jasmine whispered. 

“How am I supposed to scratch somebody subtly?”

“Oh honey, have you learned nothing today?” Jasmine shook her head, “Here is what you do.”

She leaned down and wrapped an arm around Jack’s neck, pulling his face close to hers with the other hand. Immediately, all the memories he had of the nights they’d shared came roaring into his mind. He remembered how good it felt to kiss those firm lips of hers, the delicious way she moaned when he went down on her. Jack swallowed nervously; trying to concentrate on what she was saying rather than what her hands were doing, but it was impossible.

“Then, when they are so close, they can practically taste you…” she said huskily, her lips almost brushing his. “You move your hand like so…”

A shiver went down Jack’s spine as she ran a fingernail along the back of his neck, scratching along the skin just enough to hurt a fraction. If he were still a man, he’d be hard as a rock…and likely unconscious. 

“See, easy. It’s all about making the man think he’s in control, making him think you’re swooning when really, you’re the one who is leading him into a trap.”

She moved away and Jack let out a breath he didn't know he was holding; so far, those mental changes were slow coming because he still found Jasmine as sexy as ever. She straightened up and winced, hand going to her side.

“Maybe all those jumping moves and wrestling weren't the best idea on day one.” She admitted. “Better call it quits for now if I ever want to get back in the field.”

“Alright…” Jack murmured, examining his nail one last time. “Thanks, see you tomorrow.”

He packed all his new gadgets and make-up in the purse Jasmine had left for him and threw it over his shoulder. Intending to head home but he couldn't get that last lesson out of his head. He thought he knew everything about seduction but doing it as a woman was so…different, intoxicating even. He walked along the halls and watched as clerks and agents looked him up and down as they passed. Nobody else knew of this mission, it was kept strictly confidential; for all, they knew, he was a fresh hire. He tapped his nail against his palm; he couldn’t resist. He had to try it out for himself. 

Jack decided to start on easy mode and made his way towards the research and development section. Most of the guys and girls who worked there hadn’t had a date in years. He watched as a dark-haired man in square glasses stepped out of one of the labs; he was the perfect target. But his stomach churned at the idea of seducing another man. It wasn’t like practising with Jasmine; he couldn’t lean into his natural arousal. The scientist passed him by and Jack let out a frustrated hiss; as much as he dreaded them, he needed those mental changes to kick in. 

He just needed to force them, that was all. Jack found the nearest bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He forced himself to take in the red lips, the soft face and delicate features. 

“This woman in the mirror is you.” He told his reflection. “She’s you.”

He was about to repeat the mantra when the door opened and in walked a frizzy-haired woman with her hair in a bun. He watched as her pretty lips formed an O in surprise as she looked him up and down in the tight jumpsuit. Jack smiled; this he could work with.

“Hi there.” He smiled, leaning back against the sink casually. “You might be able to help me.”

“Oh?” The woman stammered, “Um, with what?”

“I’m a little lost.” Jack pouted, “I’m new here and I am supposed to be in Harrington’s office.”

“Harrington? The handler? His office in three floors up.” The woman said, her face was growing red and continued to get redder as Jack walked over slowly.

“Thank you, I get so turned around in big buildings like this.”

He reached out and took both her hands in his. She didn't even seem to notice when his nail scratched against her palm. She was too focused on watching his lips as he leaned in just that little bit too close. 

“Thank you, I do hope we run into each other again.” 

“Yeah me t-too…hu….I’m sorry I f-fell a little…”

Jack caught her as she fell; he was still a gentleman after all. He slowly laid her out on the floor and marvelled at just how quickly she’d turned to putty in his hands. As he stood, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror once more and this time, he felt something shift. The name Jack seemed to be pushed backwards; it wasn’t that he was forgetting his name, more like it didn’t suit him anymore. Actually, neither did the pronoun ‘him’. It was like a childhood nickname; a part of his past but not a part of his now. 

Misty stepped closer to the mirror, pushed her blonde hair back behind her ear, and stared into her own light brown eyes. She felt powerful, she felt like herself. On the floor the woman was stirring, groggily rubbing her eyes as she got to her feet. 

“I must have fainted…” She murmured. “Too many chemical analyses without a mask, I suppose.”

“Here.” Misty offered her a hand and helped the woman to her feet. 

“Thanks, sorry I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Misty, Misty Allure.” She smiled. “The newest agent of MI6.”