Transvestia

The studio building was adorned by a tall tower. Reflector plates were attached at odd angles for bouncing micro-wave signals. Inside, Jill showed him how to work the handleless door that protected the studio itself.

"After you have made the arrangements, return to this lobby. I'll bring some of our agents here. At 11:55 we'll take over. Good luck," she whispered.

Bob walked through the inner door. It was difficult for him to quite realize how real the stiuation was. It seemed hard to believe all that had happened in the last few hours. Especially hard to believe that the girl he had just left was actually a man and that he was successfully passing as a girl.

The wonder of the complex machinery fascinated him. Only the thought of his duty kept him from gazing around for hours. The system was easy enough for him to figure out. It was similar to the television systems of his own time. A few modernizations and modifications were added for the three dimensional effect. Anyway what he had to do was simple enough. One didn't have to know the intricacies of a car to operate one.

The real problem was finding the main power source and spending a few moments unobserved at it.

Whenever someone would pass him, he pulled out a notebook and scribbled a few lines in it. It seemed to work. They apparently thought that he was just one of the technicians.

Two hours passed while he frantically searched for the power source. It was 11:30. He decided that he would have to risk asking someone.

"Quick!" He pitched his voice as high as he dared. "There's a dangerous power build up. Where's the power room?"

Reacting to the danger that was at least real to her, the fat woman grunted, "This way," and waddled off down the hall. She turned left, stumbled down two flights of stairs with Bob at her heels. She indicated a door on her right.

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