Mixed Zone Operations

A collaboration with AriaXenarius, edited by Samantha Robbins

All the chattering employees heard a door swing open and the tapping of heels. The room immediately fell silent. They knew the boss’ secretary only came out if she had news for some unfortunate soul. It was a slower day than usual at the Mixed Zone Bureau of Economic Analysis. Endless forms came in and out, hastily checked and processed by lackluster employees who’d rather talk to their mate the next cubicle over than actually do their job. There was an exception to this trend of low-wage lackeys however. One employee, a Mr. Eraldan Revania, as his name was officially written, was a little special. Despite being an older employee (he had worked here 10 years, far more than anyone else could bear), he still had the spark of passion in him. A peculiar passion for paperwork. It is because of this passion that he had been promoted many times over and was now responsible for checking the expenses of the whole government of the Mixed Zone of the Galdarian Star Empire.

She took her sweet time getting there. Just like everyone else, the secretary really didn’t want to be there. Sure, her job was better than most who’d worked there, but the frequent advances made by her boss and the other workers was enough to put her off. Eraldan had heard her coming. She never came down this way for anyone else; his neighbors were all slackers after all, so he was anxious and excited to see what she wanted this time.

Sure enough, she stopped outside his workspace. He smoothed his hair out and turned from his desk to face her, a feat that went about as smoothly as a bed of nails considering how much of a dork he was.

“Can I help you?” he asked her, expectantly.

She began to dictate in a rather flat voice: “We hereby recognize the excellent work done for this bureau, and by proxy the entirety of the Mixed Zone, done by Mr. Revania…” she let out a large sigh, “…through his continued dedication to the processing and approval of federal budgets for the great Elvish Galdarian Star Empire. We grant him this award for ten years of outstanding work and being a great boon to our bureaucratic machine.”

She handed him a small plaque.

“Well, here you go. Keep up the good work.”

She left without hearing his response and headed for her desk near the boss’ office. She muttered under her breath quite loudly:

“How in Galdaran is his soul not crushed from working here for ten years? I don’t know how he does it.”

Once he heard the secretary’s heel-clacks fade, Eraldan stopped looking at his new award and hung it next to the other plaques on his cubicle wall. While he appreciated the recognition, he had no time for such things. Eraldan lived for work, and if there was still work to do, he didn’t like to be interrupted. Besides, he had a special project to be working on.

His bosses promoted him to work on approving the federal budgets about a year ago when his predecessor quit to get a more interesting job elsewhere in the government. Soon after he had begun his new position, Eraldan began to notice something fishy. His job was to make sure that all of the empire’s money was being used correctly and that the monthly budgets were being met. He had undoubtedly noticed that a part of the monthly budgets were unaccounted for, despite being told the contrary by his coworkers and other high-up government officials whenever he brought it up. At first, it was a small amount in the grand scheme of things. Only a few million credits were unaccounted for, and he just assumed it was the standard corruption, which was normal to any government in this day and age. As the months went by however, Eraldan noticed more and more money unaccounted for. There clearly was some kind of money leak or laundering scheme going on that was being ignored, possibly on purpose, by the politicians he regularly interacted with.

As more and more evidence piled up, Eraldan began working overtime to dig to the bottom of it. When asked by his boss or other coworkers, he just told them that he was getting a head start on the next day’s work, but it was just a cover so that he was safe from whoever was doing this; at least, until he had enough proof of the scheme to undeniably present it to his boss.

At last, This same day was the day of reckoning for him. The day had come, thought. Eraldan had been working hard over the previous eleven months to find definitive proof of the huge money leak and now he had enough evidence. He had the names of the politicians responsible for the leak, the general area of the government where it seemed to be coming from, and a good alibi to keep him from getting fired.

The day was coming to an end and Eraldan had finished up processing the paperwork for the day, this time approving the usage of one-and-a-half billion credits for infrastructure repairs on the Llarian star colonies in the far-upper sections of the Eldarian Mixed Zone, near the main Llarian Republic proper. He submitted the work back to the council for them to put into action, and dug around in his briefcase. Adding the last few papers to a giant stack, he now had a full dossier on the money leak.

The office had just about emptied out now, leaving just a few slackers who had fallen asleep on the job again, Eraldan, and his boss. He took his stack of papers and made his way to his boss’ office, where his boss was stepping out of the door, ready to leave.

“High Auditor Cenvor, I have something really important to show you.” Eraldan said, cornering him so he couldn’t get past him.

“Listen, Mr. Revania, can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“No! It’ll only take a minute, but I can’t wait much longer to show you.”

“Fine, but it better be as quick as you say.”

They walked together into Cenvor’s office and took seats on opposite ends of his desk. Eraldan slammed down his stack of papers and began to go off.

“I’ve found evidence of a pretty large federal conspiracy. You see, money’s been being approved by Poderian Merlek and Viroe Quattro under the pretense of military spending, yet tracing the actual military budgets and expenses, I’ve found that a few billion credits have gone missing, likely funneled into their own pockets. I have a whole report typed up here, which I’d like you to look at tonight.” He shoved the stack of papers towards his boss. “Please, I won’t stand for this kind of corruption; it’s harming the government’s credibility and preventing other important projects from being funded.”

“Well, I don’t know, are you sure about this? I’ve found nothing of the sort, and I’ve overlooked all the papers you’ve been approving.”

“Look, if you don’t do anything about this, I’ll leak the documents to the press. They’ll make sure it’s investigated and brought to light.”

Cenvor’s eyes widened in shock.

“Alright, alright! I’ll look into it, but I don’t want any investigators or bad press around this bureau. Know this: if this is what I think it is, this goes far deeper than you could have ever imagined.”

With those cryptic words, he picked up the stack of documents, grabbed his suitcase, and exited out the door. He stopped just before it shut and turned around.

“Mr. Revania. There’s no turning back now, you’ve committed yourself to this path. Now, you best go home, where you’re safest.”

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It had been a week since Eraldan had submitted his report to his boss. It had been an odd week, for sure. He found that the tasks he had been given were out of the ordinary, approving a few classified projects, even. But the strangest part was that his boss hadn’t shown up at all. He was beginning to be worried that something had happened to him after looking into the scheme for him.

He arrived home from work, opening the front door to his house, when he found an unexpected figure waiting for  him. A young female elf practically draped herself over one of his chairs. She was incredibly attractive and wore a skin-tight, black bodysuit that showed off all of her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Her hair was a light shade of blue, but her eyes were a warm shade of brown. Eldaran looked over her and noticed that her skin seemed flawless, devoid of imperfection.

“Well, Mr. Revania…I’ve been expecting you,” she purred.

“You’re an assassin, or some government agent who’s come to get me, right?”

“Well, yes. I’m not an assassin, but I’ve been sent to summon you.” She straightened herself out into a form that struck Eldarian with the sense of a military figure. “You’ve discovered the existence of a secret government project. It’s not money laundering, like you thought, it’s far more important than that. By discovering it, you’ve shown off your special…qualities. We’ve decided that you’d make a good fit for it. I am not able to reveal it’s essence to you. Not yet, but, here, take this.”

She handed him a card with a few words on it. An address. He looked down to read it and when he had looked up, she was gone. Yet, she said one last thing, her voice echoing from afar.

“Come immediately after work tomorrow. We’ll be expecting you, Mr. Revania.”

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When Eldarian got to work, he “got to work”. He checked out the address. It was an “Allerian Interspatial Shipping” storage depot. Checking it out further he looked up the location itself. It was quite a lot of ground for a storage depot and the roof was covered in ventilation equipment. Far too much for the ground it covered. He checked into images of the depot’s construction and spotted large excavation equipment being used in the construction that surely wouldn’t be suited for anything but digging out a massive underground space. 

It was a rather mundane hiding place for an elaborate underground base of operations. He wondered what this…secret organization wanted with him. Certainly, if they wanted to kill him, his far-too-pretty visitor could just have shot him in his apartment and disappeared. She mentioned that they were interested in him. Maybe she was trying to recruit him in a way to earn his silence. 

He didn’t want to help this embezzlement…but if they let him in, he could gather all the information he needed to bring them down. He nodded to himself as he continued to gather all of his equipment in a package before setting off towards his future…or his doom.

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Eldarian was unsure of how to approach the front doors into the air conditioned room, spotting the secretary that sat behind her desk.

“Eh. Hi. I’m here for the massive underground complex.” He quipped, trying to sound smart-alecky but failing. The astonishingly pretty elven secretary in the light-blue outfit glared at him before chuckling. “I believe you’re Mister Revania, right?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Because of secrecy, we do require you to be blindfolded until you arrive at your destination. Some of our security personnel will bring you there personally. Do you agree to these terms?”

He thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “Sure I guess.”

“Thank you! Let me attach the blindfold and then I’ll guide you to the elevator.” She stood up with a dark blindfold that she wrapped around his eyes. For verification she faked poking him in the eye, but he didn’t flinch.

“All good. Come with me please.”

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Later down the road, someone else took his hand. Another female by the timbre of her voice and the clacking of her heels. While Eraldan couldn’t make out much, it was clear that most of the people in the rooms he moved through contained an odd majority of women. He could’ve sworn that he even heard an orcish woman speaking, but he couldn’t be sure. Still the blindfold did it’s work well and he was pretty clueless. Another pair of doors opened and the person guiding him pushed him down into a room. Then she removed his blindfold. He glanced back at the lady who brought him here, subconsciously clamping down on his packet of evidence.

Looking ahead, his jaw dropped. He sat in a very fancy private office and the chair he was on felt extremely comfortable. Across from him was…a naked, full-shaped elven woman whom only wore an impressive-looking hat; one he could recognize as one of military high command. Her features were flawless and perfect, with piercing blue eyes and a smirk on her face. He could not help himself but stare at her breasts for an uncomfortably long moment, but man, did they look fantastic.

She smiled at him with a look he could only describe as smug. “Welcome, Mister Revania, to Mixed Zone Operations.” The mounds hanging from her chest were quite impressive and as she rose up to reveal her full form.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” 

“Why…Why are you naked?”

“Because I can be. One of the perks of running an extremely efficient operation here. Not many people know of us in the first place. And for those who do…it’s not like they can fire me.”  There was a confidence and brazenness to her actions that made Eraldan believe it. “And then a low-level clerk like you picks up our well-hidden bureaucratic trace.” The whimsy in her voice lowered several octaves.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know how to react to any of this so he blurted out that instead.”But the trail you’ve left just required me to spot the thread and follow the evidence from there. It’s my job, you know.”

‘I see. I take it that is what’s in the papers you’re holding.”

Eraldan nodded. 

“This shows great promise for your capacities. Here’s what I’m offering you. A probationary assignment as our new operative. We deal in infiltration and the dismantling of criminal networks operating in the Mixed Zone, and we are interested in having you join our ranks.”

He was struggling to breathe for a second. A naked woman with a hat offering him a job as a secret agent. This secret money leak in the empire was a secret network of intelligence operatives. This…was too interesting to pass on.

“Yes, please. I’ll take it.”

“Papers, please.” She held out her hands over the desk, her breasts plopping onto it. He handed over the papers and she started flicking through them, silently mouthing “impressive” to herself. “Thank you.” She set one of the corners aflame and ditched it down a nearby shredder, one whose edges were coated with the signs of fire. “Welcome to Mixed Zone Operations, Eraldan. You may call me Mother.”

“Mother?”

“With a capital M, please.”

“Okay, Mother. So, I take it you want me to cover the bureaucratic evidence further, because with source de-attribution you could certainly achieve a much better effect at covering your tracks.”

“Tempting, but no. Please have a seat.” She leaned back in hers, arms resting on the armrest. He glanced at her breasts again for a moment. “Tell me Eraldan, when was the last time you’ve had sex?”

“EXCUSE ME?” Eraldan blurted out, before immediately apologizing and asking, “What exactly do you need that information for?”

“Sex is an essential part of infiltration. We need to know how acquainted you are with it. If you are to succeed at your probation period, you will be requited to use sex to coax information out of targets.”

“It’s been a year…and I don’t think many women will be interested in meeting me.” Eraldan motioned at himself; he always considered himself to be average at best. A run-of-the-mill elf.

Another knowing smile glanced back at him.

“Well, Mister Revania…do I have a solution for you.”

“In the next room over,” she gestured to the door that led into the hallway, “there’s something that you might find helpful with that. Put it on, and come back here once you’re done. If you wander around at all, we’ll know. You’ll get your tour soon enough, but for now, just follow my instructions. Are my words clear?”

Eraldan nodded meekly, confused at what she could possibly be referring to. A well-tailored business suit? He had no clue.

“Good.” She leaned back in her chair. “I’ll be expecting your return shortly. Now go on, we don’t have all day.”

Eraldan rose from his seat and exited the room. As he entered the hallway, he had a short desire to poke around before doing what he was told, but he remembered Mother’s words and decided against it. He had no clue where the ‘next room over’ was; after all, there were plenty of doors in the hall. However, from a quick glance around, it was pretty apparent where he had to go. The closest door was labeled ‘For Eraldan Revania’. He opened it to a pitch-black room. Even though he couldn’t see a thing, he went in, expecting to have to look for a light switch or something.

“Maybe this is part of a test,” he thought as he stepped in.

As soon as his first step hit the floor of the room, lights came on, first from the edges of the ceiling, and moving toward the center of the room. Sitting on a pedestal in the exact middle was some kind of fleshy mass, a pretty pale tan in color. Confused, Eraldan went forward. He assumed it would be some kind of clothing or equipment that he’d have to wear, but this was something else entirely. As he approached the pedestal, he realized that the fleshy mass had a defined shape, and was actually folded quite neatly.

There was a face on the top of the pile, looking up at him. It lacked eyes or teeth, but otherwise it seemed to be completely accurate in its depiction of an elven visage. It seemed that more flesh lay underneath the head. He picked it up with disgust.

“Is…is this a skinned elf? What the fuck?” he muttered to himself.

He looked it up and down with morbid curiosity as gravity unfurled it in his hands. It was very clearly an elven girl, one that was smaller than Eraldan by quite a bit. It felt warm, like touching a real person. Her skin tone was paler than Eraldan by quite a few shades, even though he was pretty pale himself.

When he was done inspecting the skin, he realized there was a note lying on the pedestal that he had missed before:

“Mister Eraldan Revania,

Do not be alarmed, this isn’t a real person, but rather an incredibly accurate facsimile. You see, here in the Mixed Zone Operations, this is how we go undercover without being detected. Regular espionage and agents could maybe work, but with the many different races here, it would be hard to get agents of all different types for infiltration, especially some of the more reclusive races, so we use these skinsuits to transform the wearer.

You probably haven’t put it on yet. There is no seam on that girl, you have to enter through one of her orifices. This way there’s no external trace that she’s not real in the slightest. Once you put it on, though, you’ll find that you’ll be her down to the most minute biological details. Of course, menstrual cycles and pregnancy generally aren’t included in most of our suits for ease of use, but they can be activated if the mission calls for it. Don’t worry, you can take her off whenever you’d like.

So please, get ready. I’ll be expecting you back in my office soon.”

-Mother

His nerves subsided some by the note. Realizing that he wasn’t expected to wear some poor girl’s skin, Eraldan took off his clothes and began to stuff his foot into her mouth rather unceremoniously. He was still grossed out by it, and the internal texture of the suit, a slippery, gooey feeling, didn’t help, but he realized he had to put her on to continue with his life. It wasn’t that hard to get his feet in, it didn’t cling to him as much as something like latex would, and he began to worry that it wasn’t working right. Hoping nothing adverse would happen to him, he began to work it up his body. 

When it reached his average-sized dick he began to wonder: “Will this really turn me into a girl? That’ll mean I’d have a vagina. Weird. I guess I’ll find out how that is soon enough.”

He worked the suit up his torso, noticing her breasts sticking out from his chest; it was a strange sight for him. While he’d had sex a few times, he never imagined he’d be this close to a pair of tits. At last he braced himself, the suit was at his neck, and he really didn’t want to feel the squishy insides on his head, but he pulled it up anyway. When it covered his head, he began to feel the changes set in. The suit tightened around him, squeezing until it felt like it was his own skin. His line of sight lowered as his body compressed into the elven girl’s smaller frame. Lastly, he lost feeling of his cock, felt the weight and bounce of his new breasts on his chest, and felt a hole work up in his groin as the vaginal cavity filled out into his body. There were no mirrors in the room to see what he looked like, but from what he could tell, he had fully become the girl whose skin he was looking at only a minute before.

Eraldan wanted to experiment a little with her new body, but she thought it indecent to do such a thing in the middle of a government agency building. She also didn’t wish to disappoint Mother by keeping her waiting.

She poked her head out of the door to make sure nobody would see her in the buff as she went to Mother’s office. Once the coast was clear, she scurried across the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her.

“So, Mister Revania or – I suppose it’s Miss Revania now – you’re back.” Mother’s voice boomed from the other side of the room.

Eraldan had no words. She was a little winded from her sprint across the hall, but more importantly, what she saw in front of her had her deeply concerned for her future.

Mother’s face lay on top of a stocky, male orc’s body, utterly nude. His green skin bulged from his excessive muscle mass, and his cock seemed incongruously large, even for an orc. Having lived in the Mixed Zone for a while, Eraldan had encountered quite a few orcs, but she never imagined seeing one like this. She knew what Mother was planning and she herself wasn’t quite sure if her body was on board with the plan.

“A-Are you sure about this, Mother?”

“Seduction and sex are essential tools in an operative’s set of skills. You need to get used to sex as a woman quickly. A lot of our assumed identities are female which helps with information gathering. Most orcs like this…will definitely be interested in your current form.” Mother’s orcish hand jerked her humongous cock off, but the look on her face was one of complete neutrality. The other hand reached behind her head and pulled the bald face into place. She aligned the tusks into position and now spoke in a deep timbre.

“So I’d prefer that you squirm here rather than in the field.”

“This…This sounds intense.”

“Come over here.” Mother beckoned her between his orcish legs, where his monster cock leaked a constant stream of cum droplets.

Eraldan gulped as she crouched in front of Mother, the musk of the cock wafting into her nose quickly.

“Have you ever been a bottom?”

“No.”

“I see. Lick it.” 

Eralndan hesitated before letting her new feminine tongue touch the tip of the cock, tasting the semen. It was…not bad. she didn’t like it, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

“Good. Now gently wrap your lips around it and push in.”

Eraldan looked up and nodded, catching wind of just how big and muscular this orc form was. Of course he had put his hat back on, even though it seemed mismatched with the large skull Mother now possessed.

She put her lips to the cock and pushed her head forward, the cock filling up his mouth with an unknown sensation. Again, it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t very enjoyable either.

She could feel two orcish hands wrap around her new blonde hair before Mother started facefucking him. Eraldan struggled to breathe through her nose but managed to after a moment. Mother let out a small moan that sounded more like a grumble as he increased his pace.

“Okay, not bad.” Mother pulled out. “Your technique needs obvious work, but that was to be expected. Get up, turn around, and lower your ass onto me.”

“I…ehhh…I don’t think that’ll fit.”

“Your skinsuit has extra stretchable orifices for you to have sex with any size of cock. Your mouth fit this one too, didn’t it?” Mother stood up, gently but decisively pinning Eraldan on his desk as he slid his cock into her rear. Eraldan moaned, going cross-eyed. He didnt care for oral, but MAN, anal felt incredible to him. His sensitive nipples chafed slightly against the wood of the desk as Mother pounded his ass, which shaped itself around the orc cock for the maximum enjoyment for both participants.

“Ugh, ugh, nnngh, wow. This-is-am-a-zing.” Eraldan moaned with every thrust.

“Thank you.” Mother chuckled. “You’re doing well so far, Eraldan.”

“I’m doing my best, Mother…it’s so intense. GAH! Amazing, just the best!” The enjoyment on her face turned to shock as the door opened and someone stepped in, quickly closing the door behind her.

“Oh God, someone’s here.” They locked eyes, and she seemed to be examining him.

She was a muscular woman, her pose rigid and the look on her face imposing. She lacked any hair on top, cleanly shaven. She had a nasty red scar stretching diagonally across her face, which strongly contrasted her pale, white skin. Unlike Mother, she was dressed in a military uniform; more than just a hat. She casually gazed at the orc banging the elf girl in the ass as if it were a common occurrence.

“I take it that’s the bureaucrat, then?”

“Yes. I was just switching holes.” Mother grabbed Eraldan, spun her around and pressed his tip against Eraldan’s soaking wet pussy, eliciting another moan as the pressure built on Eraldan’s new genitals. “Oh my, that’s sensitive.”

“Looks like he’s got a lot of training to go.”

“He’s not as bad as I thought he would be.” As Mother filled up Eraldan’s brand new womb, she squirmed all over the desk, cross-eyed and making no other sound than her vulnerable moaning. As Mother came, so did Eraldan, who experienced a female orgasm roll through her body for the first time and let out a loud squeak of pleasure as she did so.

Mother., on the other hand, let out an orcish roar as he filled her up.

“There we go. Welcome to Mixed Zone Operations, Miss Eraldan. Meet your partner, Zaleria Farhaven.”

Zaleria reached out a hand for Eraldan to shake with a flat, almost condescending facial expression. Eraldan weakly looked up at her, still quivering.

“C’mon, shake. I don’t have all day.”

Eraldan reached out a hand from her prone position, slipping against Mother’s desk as she tried to get a more stable position. Mother’s fat cock was still jammed in her pussy. Although Eraldan’s hand was pretty limp, Zaleria gave it a firm shake, or at least as firm as she could make it.

“Good. I hope our time working together will be a successful one. Now, even though you’re new, I still expect your best effort. Don’t go screwing anything up for us. I’ll be in control for our first few missions, if not longer. We’ll see how you do and go from there.”

Zaleria looked up to Mother, a little disappointed.

“Was I really the only person available for this, Mother? I don’t mind, I enjoy a challenge, but you know I could do more than just helping out some newbie.”

“Well, Miss Farhaven, I thought we could use a highly capable person for this. Train the new agent with the best we have and see quick improvement, that’s the idea. Plus, you’ve shown your loyalty to the empire time and time again; I trust you to take good care of him, and make sure he doesn’t go digging around anymore than he has to. You can maybe have some fun with him too, continue to break him in and all that; you’re the only person here whose sexual appetite matches mine.”

“I understand, Mother. Thank you.”

Mother pulled his dick out of Eraldan, letting her fall onto the floor as they both dripped sexual fluids. He bent over and picked her up, walked her over next to Zaleria, and resumed his spot behind his desk.

“Stand up newbie! I have a mission to assign to you two!”

Eraldan quickly scrambled to her feet, standing at attention. This military-esque environment was new to her, the bureaucratic environment she used to work in was pretty laid back, all things considered.

“So, we’ve recently gained intel on a new criminal scheme. The Classic League wishes to abduct Lord Patrician Adamos’ daughter to use as ransom, leverage for him to support their political agenda. Of course, we can’t let this happen. So you are to replace her and her girlfriend for the time being.”

Mother rummaged around inside his desk. After a quick bit of fumbling around, he pulled out two pictures, setting them on his desk for the two agents to see.

 The first was of a tall elven woman. She had long, jet black hair, obviously dyed, and heavy dark makeup. Her skin was extremely pale, which just served to accentuate her makeup further. She wore a choker and a tight, lacy, black dress, which barely managed to contain her large rack. Black tights with a flower pattern adorned her legs, and her feet were covered by dark combat boots with short silver spikes.

Mother pointed to this picture first.

“This is her girlfriend, Lyra Kythana.”

Mother then pointed to the other picture.

“Of course, this is Charli Adamos; I’m sure you’ve heard of her by now, she’s a bit of a celebrity.”

The picture depicted a more petite elven girl than the last one, not dissimilar in structure to the girl Eraldan was currently wearing. She had long, bubblegum pink hair; heavy, but cute eyeliner; and artificially long lashes. The picture showed her with an ahegao face with her tongue sticking out and her eyes rolled back. She held her hand next to her face, making a “V” sign with her index and middle fingers out. Her breasts were barely contained by a skimpy, pastel crop top; she clearly liked to show herself off.

Eraldan finally snapped out of her orgasm-induced stupor and spoke:

“You want one of us to replace the Charli Adamos!? Like, gamer girl, e-girl Charli Adamos?!”

“Well yes,” Mother replied, “and of course, being your first mission, it’ll be you who will replace her.”