To Fix a Record (A Request by Blue Cynthia)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This one shot story came about from a discussion with member Blue Cynthia on the Discord server, about the possibility of a uniform stealing scenario involving a Guinness World Record Adjudicator, which I believe as never been featured on the forum. Here professional fixer and mercenary, Andrea Nixon, as been hired by the current world record holder to sabotage a world record attempt, involving the world's largest pizza at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Andrea is a mistress of disguise and utilises the latest in high tech masking technology, to ensure the completion of her contracts. This is her story...




As Andrea Nixon or Codename Mockingbird , professional fixer melted into the throng of fans entering the turnstyles at the Madison Square Garden in New York, she reviewed her contract. At 25 Andrea had been a professional fixer since the tender age of 16, originally an orphaned street kid from Queens who made her living picking pockets and cheating tourists out if their money with slight of hand card tricks. However eight years previously, Andrea had picked the pocket of the wrong, or later as it turns out right, woman. The woman, whose referred to herself as Starling was a member of a group of a secret all female network of thieves, fixers and hackers called The Network, as it turned out they had been watching Andrea for a while interested in her skills and were looking to recruit her into their organisation, in return they would provide her with food, shelter, education and training in the art of disguise. She would not want for anything again. Unwilling to look a gift horse in the mouth, Andrea had accepted the offer right off the bat. It had cost her her identity, as The Network had removed her fingerprints allowing her to maintain anonymity, useful considering her line of work, but Andrea or Mockingbird had considered this a small price to pay for doing a job she had grown to enjoy. As Mockingbird entered the busy foyer of the Garden, past excited throngs of people, she caught her reflection in an advertisement board. She was a looker with high cheekbones, heart shaped features and almond shaped big blue eyes framed by shoulder length auburn hair cut into a bob. She was dressed in a non descript grey New York Yankees hoodie with blue tracksuit bottoms and white laced sneakers. Taking a moment to admire her natural features, knowing that they would be subject to change over the course of her assignment, Mockingbird shucked her shoulder bag moving forward.


Her current assignment was an interesting one, The Network had been hired by a current Guinness World Record holder, to sabotage a new record attempt at creating the world's largest pizza. Many in The Network's cadre of elite fixers had balked at the contract, calling it a waste of their time and talents but not Mockingbird. The pay itself was very generous, at $50 million dollars a quarter of which would be hers on contract completion the rest given to The Network as part of their commission. It also gave Mockingbird the chance to visit New York again, she hadn't been back to the Big Apple since her induction into The Network. She had already been back to her old stomping grounds in Queens, seeing the changes that her anonymous donations to local charities had made brought a swelling of pride into Mockingbird's chest. The Network had of course handled all the necessary bureaucracy on her behalf. Shaking her head, bringing her mind back to the present, Mockingbird reviewed the plan. In order to enter the staff only areas, where the female adjudicator was currently getting ready, she would need an event staff uniform. Taking a look around, there were many suitable young women whose uniforms would be a good fit, Mockingbird had espied a pretty young staffer talking with a group of excited spectators about the locations of the concession stands. After 5 minutes, as the girl had finished assisting the group bading them farewell, she made her way towards a woman's bathroom. Sensing her opportunity, Mockingbird smiled as she discreetly followed the young staffer into the woman's bathroom.





Madison Square Garden staffer Cindy Kennings breathed a sigh of relief as she emptied her full bladder into the toilet bowl. At 20, Cindy was working part time as an event staffer at the Garden to fund her Sociology Degree at the University of Brooklyn. Aside of from the usual New York Knicks games, Cindy had never seen it this busy and all for a world record involving pizza. Shaking her head, chuckling at the absurdity of it all Cindy finished her business, wiping herself down and pulling up her solid blue thong panties along with her black uniform trousers. Her uniform consisted of a navy blue polo shirt, with event staff stencilled on her left breast in yellow text and matching baseball cap pulled over her ash blonde hair. And tight black trousers that emphasised her pert peach shaped ass, with black laced sneakers and blue ankle socks. Looped over her head was her staff lanyard, with her photographic ID dangling between her B- cup breasts. She was a pretty little thing with shallow cheekbones, rounded features and doe shaped soft blue eyes. Her medium ash blonde hair tied into a ponytail, looped through her baseball cap. Straightening her uniform, Cindy opened the cubicle door to be confronted by a young woman wearing a grey Yankee's hoody her face covered by a surgical mask. Cindy felt a trickle of fear enter her breast. " Excuse me, ma'am. But you are in my way." The girl simply cocked her head, looking her up and down a smile reaching her eyes behind her mask. " Sorry, about this Cindy..." She said glancing at her ID "... But I need your uniform." Cindy reared back in fear. "W-wha-?" Before she could another syllable, the mysterious girl raised a hand spray squirting pressurised gas into Cindy's face. Letting out a small sigh, Cindy fell backwards onto the toilet bowl slumping unconscious as her attacker walked into the cubicle locking it behind her.



Pulling off her hoodie and surgical mask, Mockingbird regarded the sleeping girl sat on the cubicle the concentrated chloroform spray that had rendered her unconscious in a matter of seconds. The girl would be under for the next 4 hours, her memory wiped once she awoke. Plenty of time for Mockingbird to complete her mission " Your a pretty little thing aren't you sweet Cindy. I'am going to enjoy being you, for a little while." Mockingbird said as she caressed the pretty sleeping staffers face. Wasting no time, Mockingbird stripped off her clothes down to her underwear and kneeling by the unconscious girl started to strip her. Mockingbird looped the girls ID over her head, placing it on the toilet roll holder then removed the girls baseball cap, followed by her sneakers and socks. Holding up the unconscious girl's arms, Mockingbird pulled off Cindy's polo shirt over her head. " Cute tits, sweetheart and very nice underwear. If I wasn't on the clock, I would take a quick peek." Mockingbird said as she beheld the girls small but buoyant B-cup breasts, enveloped by a low cut solid blue bra with a tasteful little bow in between the cups. After pulling on Cindy's shirt, Mockingbird unfastened her trousers. " Let's see if you have matching, my dear." Mockingbird peeled off Cindy's trousers down her long divine legs, revealing a matching solid blue thong with a matching little bow on the hemline. " Very cute panties, really brings out your big pretty eyes." She said to the unconscious girl, as she pulled up her stolen uniform trousers. Satisfied that they fit quite well, Mockingbird took out her phone followed by a small 3D printer. This was the latest in masking technology, developed by The Network for its fixers, it allowed the operative to assume the identity of a female subject by taking a photograph of her face. The image would then be sent to the 3D printer, that was the size of a laptop producing a flawless likeness within seconds. This included any blemishes and the hair as well. " Ok, sweet Cindy. Time for your close up." Mockingbird said as she snapped the unconscious girls face, sending the picture remotely to the printer. After 10 seconds, the printer had produced a full replica of Cindy Kennings face including her ash blonde hair. Taking the mask, Mockingbird pulled it over her head using her fingers to gently massage the cheeks and around the eyes making sure there where no gaps in the disguise. When she was finished, Mockingbird get dressed in the rest of Cindy's uniform, loosening the hair tie from the unconscious girl copying her ponytail. " Well, how do I look sweetie?" A dead ringer right." Mockingbird laughed, at the sleeping girl as she pulled on the baseball cap admiring Cindy's lush slim attractive athletic body, clad only in her matching solid blue bra and thong panties, sitting slumped on the toilet bowl. After looping her stolen ID over her head, Mockingbird tossed her shoulder bag with her equipment over the cubicle then climbed over the door. After fetching an out of order sign from the attendants cupboard, Mockingbird caught her reflection in a bathroom mirror. " Hi, my name is Cindy Kennings. How can I help you?" She said smiling in her stolen face. Looping her shoulder bag over her shoulder, Mockingbird exited the woman's bathroom placing the out of order sign on the door behind her. Then made her way into the staff only areas, to find the adjudicator.




Guinness World Record Adjudicator Christine Gunnerson sat in her dressing room, fixing up her makeup in front of the studio mirror. As she applied a little mascara to her eyelashes, Christine checked her reflection liking what she saw. At 26, Christine was a looker with slender cheekbones slightly squared features and big brown eyes, framed by a curtain of medium length raven coloured hair. As an adjudicator for the Guinness World Records, Christine had been around the world officiating on all kinds of record attempts, from the serious to the downright weird and this particular record was definitely one of the weirder ones. But for Christine it didn't matter, she loved her job through it she could travel to all sorts of exotic places, meet all kinds of beautiful exotic people although New York didn't exactly qualify. She was dressed in her uniform, a smart black v-neck blazer with white lining on the collar and the badge of the Guinness World Records on her left breast, under which she wore a white blouse with a blue silk colour pinned at the neck. A grey skirt hung to just above her knees with black heels. As she set down her mascara, Christine heard a knock from behind the dressing room door, getting up from her chair wondering who her visitor could be so close to the record attempt. Peering through the peephole, Christine could see a young blonde member of the stadium staff standing just outside, with a shoulder bag looped across her right shoulder, holding a platter with a bottle of water. She opened the door. The pretty staff girl, beamed at her. " Hi, my name is Cindy Kennings. The stadium manager sent me along to offer this compliments, with this free bottle of water. Might I come in?" Christine relaxed and smiled, she had been feeling a little thirsty. " That's very kind of him. Please come in." She said stepping aside to allow the girl entry. " Please just set it down on the table over there, near the mirror." Cindy smiled wide as she walked over to the table, setting down the platter. " Please give my comp--ugh!" Christine was caught unawares as Cindy quickly shot around, spraying a cloud of clear mist into her face. Within seconds the adjudicator collapsed unconscious onto the floor of her dressing room, as Cindy closed the door locking it behind them.



" Sorry, sweetheart. But I'am not Cindy. Call me Mockingbird." Angela said as she removed the mask, stowing it inside her bag. " Sorry, about this Christine but I need your clothes." She said to the unconscious adjudicator as she stripped off Cindy's uniform, folding it neatly into her shoulder bag. " Ok, sweetness. Let's get our of those clothes." Mockingbird knelt by the pretty sleeping adjudicator, and started to undress her. She first removed the woman's high heels, blazer and tie. " Ok, let's see what you got under the hood." Mockingbird said as she unbuttoned the woman's white blouse, catching a glimpse of a floral white lace plunging bra enveloping a pair of beautiful C-cup breasts with a generous cleavage. " Very cute bra, sweetheart. Between you and sweet little Cindy, I have been spoilt today." Gently rolling the sleeping woman onto her side, Mockingbird unzipped her skirt from behind peeling it from around her hips and down her long divine legs. " Wow! Cute little panties and nice tight little ass. You can bounce a nickel off that thing." Mockingbird said, giving the pert ass, covered in a matching white lace bikini cut thong, of the unconscious Christine a little tap. After removing the woman's blouse from around her slender shoulders, Mockingbird got dressed in her stolen uniform admiring the slim athletic body of the scantily clad adjudicator clad only in her matching white lingerie. When she was finished, Mockingbird took a picture of Christine's face quickly producing an exact replica of her face. " I'am going to enjoy being you, little Christine." She said as she gently pulled on the mask, massaging the cheeks and under the eyes to ensure a tight, close fit. With the mask on, Mockingbird removed Christine's earrings and dress watch putting them on herself then opening her bag, placed brown contact lenses into her eyes to mask her natural blue. After blinking in the contacts, Mockingbird turned the unconscious scantily clad woman. " Let's get you nice and cosy, sweetie." She picked up the unconscious adjudicator under her shoulders, carrying her over to an empty wardrobe see gently sat the sleeping girl into the wardrobe. " Sleep well, sweetie." Mockingbird said as she gently caressed the woman's face. " Look after this, while I'am gone sweetheart." She said as she stowed her shoulder bag next to the sleeping woman, smiling she closed the wardrobe behind her. After taking a small swig of water from the platter and applying a little makeup, Mockingbird picked up the adjudicators clipboard and walked out of the dressing room shutting the door behind her.




It didn't long for Mockingbird in her stolen adjudicators uniform, to find the central arena where a crowd stood around a giant pizza about the size of a half a basketball court, adorned with hundreds of large round circles of pepperoni, olives and chorizo sausage over three layers of cheese on a stone baked crust. She had to admit she was very impressed by the work that was put into such a fest, unfortunately her client wasn't. Hired by the current World Record Holder, to sabotage this attempt, Mockingbird got to work. She flashed her most fake of smiles as she shook hands with Giuseppe Salvatore and the rest of the staff of the Little Italy Pizzeria of Hell's Kitchen, then inspected the humongous pizza. A small part of Mockingbird felt a little guilt as she fudged the measurements, adding some length here, decreasing the width there, she could see the love and effort that had gone into this awesome creation. Mockingbird had begun to felt a small measure of disgust for her client, but orders were orders and money was money. When she was finished, she showed her false findings to Giuseppe. " I'am sorry Mr Salvatore, but you didn't get the record I'am afraid. Better luck next time." She finished with a gentle touch of the man's shoulder. There was a collective sigh from the gathered crowd, as Giuseppe broke down in tears. " All that work and time for nothing! God damn it! My no good brother still holds the record. What are we going to do now!" He cried as is staff consoled him. Suppressing a pang of guilt, Mockingbird flashed him a sympathetic smile, then turned walking out of the arena back towards the dressing rooms.







After taking out the unconscious scantily clad Christine from the wardrobe and sitting her in the chair, Mockingbird removed her mask stowing it inside her bag and stripped out of Christine's uniform. After redressing Christine in her adjudicators uniform, including her jewellery, Mockingbird got dressed in the staff uniform she stole from Cindy Kennings and pulled the mask back on. "Thanks very much, for your help sweet Christine. It has been a pleasure. Enjoy your little nap." Mockingbird said as she looped her shoulder bag over head, bading the sleeping Christine farewell. Smiling at the thought that when the woman woke, she would have no memory of what had transpired.



Using the uniform and face of Cindy Kennings, Mockingbird made her way back to the ladies room were she had left the real sleeping cutie. After 10 minutes, the fixer had found her way to the bathroom hopping over the cubicle door. Where she found the sleeping Cindy, still there where she had left her, sleeping in her matching cute blue underwear. " Hello again sweet little Cindy, did you miss me?" She laughed as she stroked the face of the unconscious staffer. Mockingbird stripped out of the girl's uniform, then redressed Cindy in her uniform. " Hold on, something's not quite right..." She said as she looked at the now clothed Cindy. Then snapping her fingers, an idea came to her. Mockingbird unfastened Cindy's trousers pulling them and her panties down around her ankles, getting a nice view of the girl's small clit crowned with a small strip of ash blonde pubic hair. Mockingbird then took Cindy's right hand, laying it across her vagina, inserting a couple of her fingers into the folds of her labia. " There you go, sweetie. Now you look as if you fell asleep while thinking of a beautiful woman, perhaps it was me." Mockingbird laughed as she patted the unconscious Cindy on her cheek. " Don't worry, it will be our little secret." After stowing Cindy's mask in her bag, Mockingbird got dressed in her hoodie and tracksuit bottoms. When she was finished, she turned back to the half naked Cindy. " Goodbye, honey. Enjoy your little me time. You have earned it for being such a helpful dear." Looping her bag over her shoulder, the young fixer climbed over the cubicle, smiling as she caught the sight of her natural features. " Looking good, Angie. Looking good." Mockingbird threw her hood over her head and exited the bathroom.




As she moved with the crowd, exiting the Garden, listening to their murmurs of disappointment Mockingbird took out her cell phone. " Control, Mockingbird here. Contract complete, I was in and out left no trace. " A female Voice from the other end answered. " Clean and efficient, great work as always Mockingbird. The payment will be deposited into your account, as soon as possible. Come on home, get some rest. Then we should have more work for you." Angela smiled as she walked away from the Garden. " Looking forward to it, Control. Mockingbird out." Replacing the phone into her bag, Angela tucked her hands into her hoodie, melting into the busy throngs of the Big Apple.

[pc305435632]

“her memory wiped once she awoke”
It's hard for me to imagine a pill that would make someone wake up with amnesia.
In my opinion, if you don't want the victim to wake up and tell the police what you look like, there are three options:
1. Attack from behind and don't let the victim see your face as they struggle.
2. If a face is seen, such as a mirror (often in toilets), the victim's neck can be broken.
3. Wear a mask.

[meditions142]

What a fun story. Very unique setting.

The entire Cindy thing was amazing. First off, you make it clear that Cindy is one really cute little thing. Love the knockout spray attack.

Also fun is that she actually redressed both of her uniform donors.

And boy was the posing of Cindy a fun and sexy touch. Love the idea of making it look like she fell asleep while masturbating. Oh wow!!!!

[Stormtrooper1990]

What a fun story. Very unique setting.

The entire Cindy thing was amazing. First off, you make it clear that Cindy is one really cute little thing. Love the knockout spray attack.

Also fun is that she actually redressed both of her uniform donors.

And boy was the posing of Cindy a fun and sexy touch. Love the idea of making it look like she fell asleep while masturbating. Oh wow!!!!

Hi Meditions

Thank you very much, I'am glad you enjoyed the story. This was the first time I had implemented the classic knock out spray, which as been a staple of the spy genre since the says of the Avengers. I thought it was about time that I introduced a little variety into the Stormywood Library( A name that my dear friend and fellow writer SovietLUT, coined).

I wanted Angela(Mockingbird) to be a ghost, so that there would be no suspicion at her presence nor the tampering of the record attempt and like all my agents, Angela certainly knew how to mix business with pleasure and to get creative when the situation needed it.


The posing of sweet Cindy was my favourite scene to write, and I'am glad you enjoyed it.

[esercito sconfitto]

Guinness World Record Adjudicator Christine Gunnerson



excellent story, I enjoyed it a lot

[Stormtrooper1990]

Guinness World Record Adjudicator Christine Gunnerson



excellent story, I enjoyed it a lot

You are very welcome esercito.

I'am glad you enjoyed it.

[meditions142]

This was the first time I had implemented the classic knock out spray, which as been a staple of the spy genre since the says of the Avengers. I thought it was about time that I introduced a little variety into the Stormywood Library( A name that my dear friend and fellow writer SovietLUT, coined).

The knockout spray bottle is a classic. Love the way the with just a quick spray the woman is knocked out almost immediately. I like your idea that is was "concentrated chloroform" that was used.

A couple fun mainstream scenes come to mind where the spray was used. In Benyamin Biang Kerok (which is mentioned elsewhere on the board) it is used on a total of five female guards to knock them out and steal two of their uniforms. It is also used on a female guard in Once Upon a Spy (albeit without a uniform steal.

[Stormtrooper1990]

This was the first time I had implemented the classic knock out spray, which as been a staple of the spy genre since the says of the Avengers. I thought it was about time that I introduced a little variety into the Stormywood Library( A name that my dear friend and fellow writer SovietLUT, coined).

The knockout spray bottle is a classic. Love the way the with just a quick spray the woman is knocked out almost immediately. I like your idea that is was "concentrated chloroform" that was used.

A couple fun mainstream scenes come to mind where the spray was used. In Benyamin Biang Kerok (which is mentioned elsewhere on the board) it is used on a total of five female guards to knock them out and steal two of their uniforms. It is also used on a female guard in Once Upon a Spy (albeit without a uniform steal.

I have to agree, meditions. This being my first use of the classic knockout spray, in any of my stories, I was thinking of later utilising it in future SI stories, including a spray variant of Morpheus Gas for single infiltrations or perhaps a gaseous variant of Veritas. It certainly opens up a wide-range of possibilities for further developing the SI's arsenal.


One single application of the spray to the woman, and she's out for at least four hours with no memory of what happened. Allowing the infiltrator to steal their uniforms, complete their objectives and be safely away. What more could you ask for?

[meditions142]

I have to agree, meditions. This being my first use of the classic knockout spray, in any of my stories, I was thinking of later utilising it in future SI stories, including a spray variant of Morpheus Gas for single infiltrations or perhaps a gaseous variant of Veritas. It certainly opens up a wide-range of possibilities for further developing the SI's arsenal.


One single application of the spray to the woman, and she's out for at least four hours with no memory of what happened. Allowing the infiltrator to steal their uniforms, complete their objectives and be safely away. What more could you ask for?

Indeed. Love the idea it puts the woman to sleep for so long and also wipes her memory. Of course there most be something more that chloroform in the spray to cause the long sleep and have the effect on her memory.

Like the idea of SI using it too. I could image a wonderful scene. The SI team goes up to a sentry or maybe a receptionist. First they spray her with Veritas and make her provide needed information. Then with the information obtained they casually spray the woman with Morpheus Gas to put her to sleep.

[rufusluciusivan]

One of the things I like the most about this Board is that even after five years spent actively reading and writing stories, I can still come across original ideas that take me by surprise when it comes to stolen outfits.