Dragged undercover

The Mission

Scott Mcbeth felt good about himself. He had just destroyed a drug ring and after being called to the FBIs meeting room he knew he was set for a promotion.

He was a handsome young man standing at 5ft 9 with slicked back thick orange scarlety red hair, pale skin, emerald green eyes, light dusting of freckles and a nice smile.

A 29 year old man who's worked non stop to be mvp. He was the it man. The most popular man there. And he had to just remain calm entering the meeting room.

'Scott, come on in' said Gerald
Gerald was the general there he always had a nice grin yet today it seemed nicer somehow

'Thank you sir' said Scott with an even bigger smile

He sat down wandering what he wanted

'Well why don't we get started. Your missions are going very well top marks all around'

Gerald has always been the flamboyant type however no one really mind

'This is why I've decided to appoint a new mission'

'ok' said Scott slightly annoyed

'and if you can solve this case I might have a promotion set for you'

'Well thanks great tell me'

'There have been a spee of killing near a local bar. There have been a total of 6 murders so far all and they seem to be targeted against customers'

'Well that's awful sir'

'Yes it is, now this certain bar was a drag bar, are you familiar with them'

'Not really'

'Well we've decided our best course of action is to have one of the drag queens be an officer in disguise to figure out the suspect and I think your great for the job'

Scott looked at him blankly before realising what he meant

'No way!' he said flustered

'Cmon Scott it's for the job plus you'll look great in heels' he joked

'Is this a prank?!'

'No, plus what the issue I mean you had no problem doing other stuff'

'it's embarrassing'

'You'll get a promotion if you can do this'

'Yeah but-' Scott was flustered he couldnt wear makeup and be a women

'Why me'

'you're the best option. You have no gf and you have the perfect body for it'

The secretarys and the others in the room started to chuckle

'Scott, swallow your pride I mean people are dying and also it's for the greater good'

'FINE' he regretted his words then and there. Gerald's face lit up

'Splendid. You will start tomorrow. Just sign here' handing him a contract
'You shall go by Darren Medowes. A 29 year old man starting out in drag. Come by my office at around 5pm and I'll take you to get transformed.'

Scott went home that day wondering what he signed up for..