Who Am I You Ask? Anyone I Want To Be

My name is, well I have a lot of names, mainly Figura Shifter. I have no siblings or parents. I am a shape shifter, the last of my kind. I choose what I want to look like, what hair color and length I want, what eye color I want, how tall I am, etc. 

I do have a boss though because I have missions. No, I'm not an assassion, I'm an undercover cop. This isn't a cliche romance that ends with me and the target living happily ever after with 2 kids named Peter and Jill. Now enough of my life and let's get the story started. 

"Your next mission is a 17 year old girl.  You have to become her best friend and then find out where her father is and arrest him." Quantell, my boyfriend told me.

"Who exactly is her father?" I asked looking through her file

Name:Amy Mores

Age: 17

Relationship to Target: Daughter

Appearance: Blond Hair, Blue Eyes, 5'7", Dimples, and Tattoo of 5 Stars on her Neck.

Has a boyfriend named Kevin. 2 Siblings named Patricia and Lucy. Goes to Framingham High School.  Lives 15 Elm Street.

It goes on from there but I got bored. Quantell answered my question 5 minutes after I asked him.

"Her father is Charles Mores, the drug lord. The police went to his house and he wasn't there all his things were packed and gone but his family is still living there. Him and his daughter are really close since she is the oldest," Quantell said. "You will need to shift into a teenager, the rest is up to you"

I shifted into a teenage girl with black hair that goes to my waist, green eyes, 5'7", pale and has a tattoo of a black rose dripping with blood on my neck. "Good enough?" I asked Quantell, twirling.  He walked up to me and snaked an arm around my waist. He is about 6'3" with black hair that goes to his shoulder, grey eyes and the softest lips ever.

"Perfect" He said and pecked me on my lips.

"When do I go to Framingham" I asked.

"Tomorrow. It is in Massachusetts and we are in Alaska.  So I'm coming with you.  I rented a room in an old friend of mine's house. It is 15 mintues away from your school so I can drive you in the morning, alright?" Quantell explained to me.

I nodded and he pecked me on my lips, "Go get packed we might be there for a while so I'll take you shopping tomorrow, okay?" Quantell asked while dragging me to our room.

"Okay.  Nothing pink, okay." I said.  I hate the colors yellow, pink and purple.  Too girly for me.

"You're picking out the clothes not me.  But, buy something you can wear for me when we're alone okay?"  Quantell said winking at me.  I rolled my eyes

"What group is she in.  Jocks and cheerleaders,  goths, nerds, band geeks?" I asked thinking about what outfits I should pick out.

"Jocks and cheerleaders" Quantell said with a smirk on his face.  Damn, I have to be slutty.

"Ugh, I have to be slutty.  I guess I have to make out with other guys." I said.  Quantell's smirk dropped

"I guess you can.  But, don't enjoy it." Q said with a serious facial expression.  He looked like a father telling a girl she can go to a party but she can't drink.

"Fine, dad.  I promise I won't" I layed on the bed and sighed.

I have a long day ahead of me