Sarah Carerra 3 23 The Death of Insanity
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Double Insanity
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As I watched the image on the small black and white TV monitor, I truly
could not believe it. That the person on the screen, formally a headstrong
and connivingly intelligent women, was now reduced to a babbling moron. The
fact that she was my twin sister was not as important, for reasons that will
become apparent.
"Are you ready, Mr. Dalton?" asked Dr. Moore. He was the head psychologist
at the Lexington Institute for the Mentally Challenged, my present and
unfortunate location. He led me to a big door, and we were buzzed in. It
should not have surprised me that security would be so stifling, yet even
that fact was of dubious comfort to me. Dr. Moore led me to his office to
debrief. He had a small TV monitor similar to the one outside. I could see
my sister Danielle on the screen, though the volume was muted.
"Just so you understand the situation, Mr. Dalton. You sister Danielle has
suffered a severe mental breakdown. We're still unclear as to how much
mental capacity she has left and whether she will ever recover any ability
to safely interact in society."
"How did this happen?" I asked.
"Well, the human mind often eludes explanation. I do have a theory that
will not surprise you terribly. I believe that her jealously of you has a
lot to do with her current condition."
"Me?"
"Yes, you see, Mr. Dalton, she thinks she is you."
"I beg your pardon?"
"She spends most of her day here, screaming that her name is Daniel Dalton
and that she doesn't belong in here. She says that the two of you have been
switched and that Danielle is actually you, masquerading as her.or him, as
it were. This is a classic case of a sibling replacement complex. She has
always been jealous of you, throughout her life. My guess is that this
messy inheritance battle you're your parents simply sent her over the edge."
"And that has manifested itself into her thinking she's me?"
"Precisely."
"Can you do anything for her? Give her some Prozac or something."
"I'm afraid not. It will take weeks of intensive therapy just for us to
get through her Daniel persona and to the real Danielle. If we can get
there at all. Right now, she viciously attacks anyone who goes into her
room."
The doctor rolled up a sleeve of his jacket to reveal a three-lined scar
running up his forearm. It looked like the work of fingernails.
"The only person in this entire institute that she has any semblance of
trust with is Ronald, one of the orderlies. He's the only one who can feed
or bathe her." Dr. Moore pressed his intercom button. "Send Ronald in
here, please."
"So what do you want me to do."
"Well, Mr. Dalton, my hope is that seeing you may cause a shock to her
system that will hopefully assist the real Danielle to emerge from the
shadows of her psyche."
"Well, if she did that to you, imagine what she'll do to me."
"Don't worry, Ronald will go in with you. Furthermore, we have a system of
negative reinforcement that all patients here must wear."
"Come again."
"Look at the monitor, your sister is wearing a specially designed locking
collar. The entire staff here has remote devices that, when activated, can
send varying levels of electrical current through the collar and
incapacitate the patient."
I studied the monitor more closely for the first time. My sister was not
dressed in a straight jacket or the typical mental patient white gown.
Aside from the dazed expression on her face, she looked like she was heading
to a high school prom. Dr. Moore could see what I was staring at.
"I suppose you're wondering about what she's wearing. That dress she has
on is the dress she wore to her high school prom. In fact, her whole
outfit, down to the shoes and make-up match what she wore to that event. An
event at which, if you'll recall, you were elected Prom King."
"Doctor, am I supposed to feel guilty about all my accomplishments that my
sister feels jealous about?"
"Hardly. It does solidify my theory though. When we first brought
Danielle in here, she screamed for days that she wanted to be dressed in her
Prom dress. She would not eat or sleep until we located it and let her wear
it. She demanded every last detail, even the nail polish, though we would
not let her use nail extensions for obvious reasons. We were also concerned
about her hurting herself with her clothes, so we had to make modifications
to the outfit. Now everything, the dress, the shoes, her undergarments, are
locked on so that she can't take them off and hurt anyone."
"I'm confused, Dr. Moore," I began, "if she thinks she's Daniel Dalton, why
the Prom dress?"
"That had me puzzled for a time as well, particularly since she claimed to
be you from the first day she was admitted here. My best guess is that
while she desires to be you, she also desires to humiliate the persona of
you. And the best way to do that is to dress you as her."
"This is too much."
"I understand how you feel, Mr. Dalton. But, your sister needs you now.
This may be our only chance. If this doesn't work, I may have to take a
more radical form of therapy that I usually like to avoid. Full
deprogramming through hypnosis and drugs."
Dr. Moore turned the volume up on the monitor. My sister was still
screaming.
"You don't understand! I'm Daniel Dalton! My sister dressed me up like
this! She's pretending to me! You have to let me out of here!" Danielle
screamed. It was truly eerie.
"To be honest, at night, we have to gag her so she doesn't rile up the
other patients."
"But she seems to want out of the dress." I observed.
"Yes, she often begs to be undressed for days at a time. Then when one of
the staff tries to do it, she violently attacks them. So we leave her like
that all the time."
At that moment, Ronald arrived at Dr. Moore's office. He had a cup of
coffee for Dr. Moore, who accepted it gratefully. With Ronald leading, I
took the long walk down the hallway and to my sister's room.
My sister's current state was a shock at so many levels. Just a few months
earlier, she had been her usual genius bitch self. I should offer some
context for our strained relationship. From early childhood, my sister and
I simply did not get along. We were probably were not helped by the fact
that we looked and still do look so similar in the face. Plus, our parents
used to do that whole dress-up-the-twins-the-same thing well into our teens,
which is bad enough when two twins are of the same gender. So I would be in
some sailor suit and she would be in a matching dress. The only thing we
had in common was a hatred of our parents. I just hid it much better than
she did.
Consequently, it was no surprise to me that I had inherited the entire
family fortune when they died five months ago and Danielle received
absolutely nothing. As a matter of fact, the straw that broke the camel's
back came a few weeks earlier when my mother found out about my sister's
plot to frame me for a crime, in the hopes that my parents would disown me
and she would inherit the entire fortune. I can still remember Danielle's
reaction at the private will reading. The lawyer had to restrain her from
ripping my throat out as he finished reading the will.
"This is not over, Daniel!" she screamed at me. "I will get what's coming
to me!"
In fact, I hadn't talked to her since seeing her at the lawyer's office. I
had heard through some concerned mutual friends that she had gotten into
some serious drugs, but I had no idea that it had progressed so far.
Apparently, she had been arrested for soliciting prostitution, determined to
be mentally incompetent, and admitted to the Institute.
All these jumbled thoughts and memories were racing through my mind when we
arrived at her door. Ronald took out his keys and opened the locked door.
"Are you ready, Mr. Dalton?" he asked.
"I guess so."
He opened the door and went in first. The room seemed fairly normal, but
it was my first experience in the stereotypical padded room. My sister
Danielle was dressed just as I had seen her surreally on the monitor a short
while ago. She was huddled in a ball on top of the bed in the corner of the
room. She did not even move as we entered.
I took a closer look at her outfit. It was indeed the same dress she had
worn to our prom so many years ago. I was not surprised that it still fit
her; we had both remained pretty fit. It was this almost hot pink silk
dress that was somewhere between corny and dated. It has short sleeves that
sort of poofed out, a very tight bodice area with a relatively conservative
neckline, and a short and poofy skirt. She also had on sheer pink pantyhose
(they had to be with the length of the skirt) and some matching pink three
inch pumps with lots of straps engulfing the ankle area. As Dr. Moore
pointed out, I noticed small padlocks that locked the ankle straps. Even
the electrical shock collar she was wearing was in a relatively matching
pink tone.
Meanwhile, in Dr. Moore's office, the good doctor was watching the video
monitor intently. He paused to take a drink from the coffee that Ronald had
brought him. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped the coffee mug to the
floor and passed out unconscious over his desk.
Ronald went up to the bed and sat down next to her. I noticed his
movements were very deliberate.
"Danny, there's someone who wants to visit you."
She sort of snapped out of her reverie for a moment and looked at Ronald
and smiled wearily. Then, she looked over at me. I expected an immediate
reaction of disgust and prayed that Ronald would have time to restrain her
from attacking me. Yet the exact opposite happened. She offered me a weary
smile.
"Daniel, is that really you? It's so good to see you," she began.
I was probably so relieved that she was not freaking out that I let my
guard down. I gingerly sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Yeah, sis, it's me. How you holding up?"
"I've been.better," she said, almost laughing. I was surprised. She
seemed quite lucid to me.
"Wait," she said, "everyone just sit perfectly still for a minute."
So we all did, sit perfectly still for a good two minutes. What I did not
see was that Ronald, who had his hand on his belt, hitting a small remote
transmitter. The transmitter than sent a signal to the video surveillance
system that, ala the movie Speed, interrupted the normal video signal from
Danielle's room and re-looped the last minute of us sitting still over and
over again. I would soon discover to what sinister purpose all of Ronald's
actions were heading.
At that moment, Ronald's beeper went off. He pulled out a syringe from his
belt.
"Injection time."
Danielle started to lay her arm flat on the bed, as if about to receive the
injection. I leaned in to watch, when Ronald suddenly grabbed my arm and
injected me with the stuff.
"What the hell!?" I began, before losing all feeling in my body and
falling back onto the bed.
I could not even move my head. Ronald and my sister came into my view.
They were both clapping for me.
"Well, done, brother," Danielle began, "you and everyone else have acted
just as Ronald and I predicted.
"What have you done to me? Why can't I move?" At least I could still talk.
"Just a nice little tranquilizer to numb your body. We have a lot of work
to do on you. But I insisted that you be awake to watch." Danielle seemed
her old evil self.
"You've been faking this entire time, haven't you?"
"Well, duh, Daniel. Honestly, it took you long enough."
"Help! Somebody get in here! Dr. Moore!" I screamed.
"Go ahead and scream, bro. Dr. Moore is taking a little nap and I'm afraid
everyone else around here has learned to drown out the sound of insane
screaming." She said.
"What are you going to do to me?" I quivered.
"That will all become clear soon enough. But first, Ronald, keys."
Ronald grabbed the key chain from his belt and tossed it to my sister. She
started to unlock the ankle straps on her pumps. She then undid the lock on
the back zip of the dress. Ronald reached under the bed and pulled out an
overnight bag.
My sister was down to her bra and underwear. She had started to undress
me. First, off came my shoes and socks. My mind raced. What the hell did
she have planned? Soon, I was completely naked.
Ronald had an electric shaver and proceeded to shave me from my ankles to
my neck. Danielle came into my view of the ceiling. She was holding two
forms that looked remarkably like breasts. She also had a bottle of
something that she lathered in two circles over my right and left pecs. She
then pushed the forms over my chest and held it for a few seconds. When she
let go, the forms stayed in place. She startled to fondle my new breasts
playfully.
"This surgical glue is very strong stuff." She laughed. "And I think
you'll find that we now have very similar chests. In fact, why don't you
try on my bra?"
With that, Danielle took her bra off and put it on me. Sure enough, my new
chest filled out the bra rather well. I heard a click as she locked the bra
clasp in the back with some sort of lock.
Ronald and Danielle were working like a well-oiled machine. Whatever the
scheme, it had been planned for a while. Danielle had now gotten to work
painting my finger and toe nails the same pink shade that she was wearing.
I saw Ronald pull out another syringe and inject it into the base of my
clean shaven penis.
"This prevents erections," he explained. "You'll thank me later. Nothing
more painful than getting an erection when you're wearing one of these."
He held up another piece of flesh colored latex. This had a slit in the
middle and what looked like pubic hair all over one side. He slathered the
other side with more of the surgical glue, and after placing my flaccid
penis in some sheath in the latex piece, pressed the piece in place on my
crotch until it dried.
"See, you can still pee through it, though sitting down. Looks pretty
realistic, huh?"
Ronald pulled my head up by my crew cut hair and towards my crotch. Sure
enough, it looked like a female's crotch area. The hair looked very
realistic. He even inserted his finger into my new pussy and showed me just
how realistic it was. He let go of my head and I fell back on the bed. He
approached me with another syringe. This time, he injected me in the adam's
apple.
"This should shrink your adam's apple and give you a more soprano sound"
"You'll never get away with this." I said through gritted teeth. I
realized that my voice now was at the same octave as my sister.
"Nice clich, bro, but we've planned this perfectly. Once you look like
me, no one will believe you aren't me. And the more you scream about how we
switched places and that you're the real Daniel, the longer they keep you
here. Dr. Moore is chomping at the bit to begin radical hypnosis therapy.
Who knows? Soon, you might actually believe you're Danielle, while Ronald
and I enjoy the sun on some beach somewhere with the money that was
rightfully mine to begin with." Danielle purred as she gave Ronald a peck on
the cheek.
She slipped her panties off and put them on me. They were a bit of an ill
fit because our asses were shaped so differently. Then came the pink sheer
pantyhose.
Danielle started to get dressed in my clothes while Ronald continued with
the process. He pulled a garment out of the bag. It looked like a swimsuit
and was the same color as my bra and panties.
"This," he explained, "is a body suit corset. It should give you more of
an hourglass shape like your sister. He guided my body into the suit, which
had some sort of boning that pressed my stomach. It had a padded ass and
zipped up in the back. He locked the zip in place with another small
padlock. He showed me the key before he swallowed it. Now, there was no
getting off the body suit, pantyhose, bra or panties without considerable
effort.
By now my sister was dressed fully in my clothes. Except for her long
hair, she really did look like me. She went over to her mirror, over the
toilet and started to shave her head with the electric razors.
"Unfortunately, sacrifices do have to be made to bring this plan to
fruition." She said as her locks fell into the toilet. When she was done,
she cleaned up the area and flushed the toilet. She came over to my view
and looked right at me. I was astounded. She was me.
"Pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm Daniel Dalton." The voice was similar
enough to mine to get by.
Getting me into the dress was a two person job. But they soon had it on
me. Ronald zipped up the back and locked the zipper on. My newly shaped
body filled out the dress very well.
"A few more things and we are out of here." Danielle was excited.
"Good," said Ronald, "I'm not sure how long the knockout drug I gave Dr.
Moore will last."
She pulled a wig out of the bag that was quite a replication of her old
hair. She generously filled the lining with the surgical glue before
putting on my head and pressing it into place. Ronald had forced my feet
into Danielle's shoes. Though we were twins, my feet were slightly bigger
than hers. But he got my feet into the shoes and locked the ankle straps in
place. Then, he gave me another injection. I instantly regained feeling
throughout my body. I could feel the constriction of the body suit and the
weight of my new breasts.
"Stand up." She commanded. I tried and almost fell down immediately.
Three inch heels took some getting used to. She guided me to a chair by the
mirror and toilet. My feet were already starting to hurt.
"Now for my favorite part." She pulled out her make-up kit. She started
with my eyes and worked her way down. Eyeshadow, blush, mascara. The
works. Then, a soft pink lipstick to match the rest of the ensemble. She
took out an aerosol can and sprayed it all over my face.
"This is make-up sealant. Should last a few days before wearing off, so
don't bother rubbing your face."
She let me look in the mirror. I was looking at my sister. She pulled two
matching pink earrings and clipped them onto my ears. I noticed her ears
were not pierced. She had really been scheming this whole thing for some
time.
"For the grand finale."
Ronald handed Danielle the electric shock collar that she had worn before.
She placed it around my neck and locked it in the back.
"Care for a demonstration?" she asked playfully. She gave Ronald a nod and
he pressed another transmitter button on his belt. I felt a sharp painful
sting coming from my neck and quickly running through my body. I fell to
the floor and was unable to move. Ronald pressed the button again and
stopped the shock. I climbed back onto the bed.
"I told you, Daniel, I mean, Danielle. I was going to get what was coming
to me. And now you will, too. I will try to visit sometimes." She
chuckled.
"For now," she continued, "I'm off to my huge house and to start planning
our big vacation. Ronald will stay on and look after you for the first
month, before he comes to join me. Make sure you don't get yourself into
trouble. By then, you should be fully acclimated to being me."
She gave me a big kiss on the forehead. "Well, tata."
She exited the room. As she did, Ronald hit the button on his belt that
released the interference on the surveillance camera. He blew me a kiss as
he exited. I immediately began tugging at my clothes. The wig, the dress,
the shoes were all securely attached to my body.
Just as Ronald and Danielle were walking out, Dr. Moore appeared down the
hallway. He was clutching his head.
"I'm not sure what happened. I must have fallen asleep for awhile." He
said, looking thoroughly dazed.
"You didn't miss much." Danielle said, in my voice. "She didn't even
recognize me. We all sat on the bed in silence for almost an hour."
"Yes, doctor, guess your theory didn't work." Ronald finished.
"Unfortunate," Moore said, "we may have to begin radical therapy sooner
than expected. Now, Mr. Dalton, if you'll come with me, I have some
authorization forms you must sign."
"Of course," Danielle replied, "Ronald, pleasure to meet you. Please take
good care of my sister."
"I will do my best, sir," Ronald smiled back.
Meanwhile, back in the room, I was pacing around as much as I could in
those shoes. My sister had really gotten me over a barrel. I was locked in
her clothes, her hair, with her voice. And everyone thought I was insane.
Trying to tell the truth would only make me sound more insane.
My sister happily signed the documents authorizing the radical drugs and
hypnosis therapy in Dr. Moore's office. She looked at the monitor behind
the doctor. It was my room.
"You don't understand! I'm Daniel Dalton! My sister dressed me up like
this! She's pretending to me! You have to let me out of here!" I screamed
straight into the camera.
Dr. Moore and my sister sat in his office and looked sullenly at my display
on the monitor.
"Ronald, I think Danielle may require some negative reinforcement. She
seems more lively than usual." Dr. Moore said.
With that, Ronald went down the hall and into my room. He touched the
button on his belt, and the shock through my body sent me into convulsions
on the bed. He finally stopped the shock and left me lying there.
My sister left the Institute. I sat on my bed and tried to plot some way
out of this predicament until Ronald came in with my dinner. I immediately
assumed a defensive position.
"Relax," he said, "I just have some food for you. So, Danielle, are you
enjoying your stay here thus far?"
"I don't know what that bitch is paying you, Ronald, but I'll double it if
you get me out of this." I pleaded in Danielle's voice.
"No, Danielle," he said, "I don't think so. Besides, you have to stick
around. I guess we didn't mention that Danielle and Dr. Moore have weekly
late night sessions."
"What?"
"Eat up. He'll be by in an hour."
That certainly was not a promising development. By then, I was really
hungry and devoured most of my dinner. The hour passed, and Dr. Moore came
into the room, right on schedule. My first chance at getting out of this.
"Hello, Danielle. Are you ready?" he began.
"Please, Dr. Moore. I'm Daniel. I really am. We talked in your office
earlier today."
"Danielle, let's not regress anymore. We play this silly game everytime.
Now we both know who you really are." He tried to sooth.
"No, really, doctor. Get me out of these clothes and I'll show you. They
glued fake boobs and a latex vagina on me. Take them off and you'll see."
"I'm not falling for that one again, Danielle. You are staying in that
dress indefinitely. Now the sooner we get down to business the sooner I
leave you alone."
"Business? What are you talking about?"
With that, Dr. Moore unzipped his pants and exposed his erect penis. I was
shocked.
"C'mon, honey. You know what to do."
"Are you crazy?" I screamed. I felt a shock run through my body as he
depressed a transmitter on his belt.
"We can do this easy or the hard way."
He finally relented on the button. I realized that I had no choice. He
started to run his hands up and down my nylon clad legs. Danielle had
really exacted her revenge.
THE END
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