Chapter 5Kyle approached the double doors of Durable Images, the department of the WBIS with the fanciest name. It was run by Mr. Macintyre, an excellent photographer, who oversaw a staff of equally excellent tailors and seamstresses who could whip together designer gowns, as well as making sure disguises were also available as they were needed. Kyle had never had to come here—the only time his job had called for it, Mr. Vincent had pulled out a spare suit from the closet in his office—and Kyle was looking forward to seeing the costumes, the IDs, and the photographs.
He gave a hyperactive bounce, pushed open the door, and came to an abrupt halt.
An older lady—probably in her early fifties—sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Granger, the WBIS’s resident cross-dresser. Granger wore a
