Hidden Pistol

So this is what I'm dealing with now, Henry sighed as he tucked a tiny pistol into his panties. As an undercover agent, he often switched bodies with petite, young woman to carry out a mission. According to his training, it was the best option to avoid suspicion. Young women are usually assumed to be less of a threat than larger, older men. Plus there was a good amount of subterfuge that could be accomplished by using beauty as a distraction. 

But seeing himself in the mirror made it impossible for Henry to ignore the absurdity of the situation. With his dainty hands and delicate frame, there was no way he could take down other agents in a fight. Let alone escape if he was on the receiving end of a chase. This is pathetic, he thought. They couldn't at least give me a bigger gun? No security guard is going to be patting down my crotch looking for a magnum.