Finding out

 "Ah, Andrew... or should I say, Andie now? I see the state really went all out hiding you. I have to admit, the witness protection program has really stepped up their disguise game. Who would’ve thought the idea of turning you into a woman would be so convincing?"

He circles around Andie, his eyes scanning every detail of her new feminine form.

"The problem is, sweetheart, our people are embedded in every corner of the judicial system. That 'perfect solution' of changing your gender? That was just one more of our tricks. We wanted you like this—unrecognizable, invisible... submissive. The truth is, the man you used to be... died in that clinic."

He leans in closer, his voice low, near her ear.

"You know, Andie, you better get used to being like this now. Your documents, your life, your body... everything’s been reset. Every curve, every feminine touch you now carry is the price for trying to sell us out to the cops. Fair punishment, don’t you think?"

He brushes a strand of hair from Andie's face, the gesture intentionally provocative.

"You might look in the mirror and not recognize who you’ve become, but trust me, the world’s going to love the new you. Think the transformation was the worst part? Just wait to see what comes next..."