Gif: LICENSE TO THRILL!

JULES BLUNT, legendary spy for the ICT agency, sits stiffly in the office of SUPERVISOR 66. SUPERVISOR 66 is mixing a martini - shaken, not stirred - while BLUNT looks uncharacteristically nervous.

SUPERVISOR 66: It's a simple mission, Blunt. Using this rather clever device cooked up by the boys in the lab, we'll transform you into a lovely young woman. Then you'll infiltrate Maxon Krell's headquarters and make yourself, er, intimately acquainted with him. Once he trusts you, you'll be able to feed us priceless intel about his operations for years.

BLUNT: But sir, why me? Surely we have female agents who'd be better suited...

SUPERVISOR 66: You're the man for the job, Blunt. No one knows Krell as well as you do. Now, hold still...

He opens a sleek metal attache case, revealing a gadget disguised as a portable record player. He flips a switch and the air in the room shimmers scarlet red. BLUNT twitches, then gasps as his body reshapes. Suddenly he has new curves, his face becomes soft and lovely and his hair grows long and bouncy. With a soft rustle of fabric, his shirt and trousers shift into a sky blue mini dress. BLUNT looks down, shyly covers his neckline with one hand and sighs.

BLUNT: Oh, dear. Sir, I know I agreed to the mission, but... I'm not sure I can do this.

SUPERVISOR 66 sits down beside him, a bit close.

SUPERVISOR 66: Nonsense. We have the utmost faith in you, Blunt. And with a figure like that, you could easily charm your way into any megalomaniacal fiend's lair!

BLUNT: You know I'd do anything for my country, sir... but I'm simply not attracted to men, and I don't think I can fake it.

SUPERVISOR 66: You won't have to fake it. Your new body responds differently. Here, let me demonstrate.

He kisses BLUNT lightly on the cheek. BLUNT frowns.

BLUNT: Sorry, sir. I’m afraid that didn’t do much for me.

SUPERVISOR 66: Oh, of course. We haven’t actually activated the protocol yet...

He reaches over to the attache and flips another switch. BLUNT blinks, looking swoony, then he suddenly leans in and gives SUPERVISOR 66 a long, deep kiss. When it's over BLUNT sits back with his eyes wide, quite stunned by what he's just done. SUPERVISOR 66 chuckles.

SUPERVISOR 66: Yes, well... the boys in the lab did say it would take time for your new body to settle, and you might experience some surges of, er, feminine emotions.

BLUNT looks a little embarrassed, but then he brightens.

BLUNT: Well, perhaps this won't be so bad after all. I never realized it before, but I suppose Krell is rather dishy... in a power-mad villain sort of way.

SUPERVISOR 66 smiles and hands BLUNT a martini.

SUPERVISOR 66: There's our girl. For Queen and country!

FADE OUT.