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Writer's Note: This story is based on a very popular existing work, Double Insanity, by an anonymous author. It is my sincere hope the original author will consider this an homage to a wonderful story, and not any attempt to steal his or her idea. Double Insanity - Part II - Daniel's Revenge "Goodbye Doctor Moore," Danielle Dalton said as she turned and started to walk out the front of the Lexington Institute for the Mentally Challenged. "Thank you for all you have done for me. I will never forget it." "The pleasure has been all mine," he said with a wry smile and a little wave. Danielle, formerly known as Daniel Dalton, was finally free. As he turned and walked out to the parking lot and the awaiting taxi, he thought back of how, two years earlier, he had been tricked into visiting his twin sister, Danielle, while she was undergoing therapy at the place. It was then that she and her accomplice, Ronald, drugged him and transformed him into her, as she in turn, became him in order to take over the family estate. It wasn't long before the combination of forced sex and experimental hypnotic therapy made him realize that there would be no escape until he began to actually embrace being Danielle and play the game. The orderly Ronald, his sister's accomplice in his transformation, had long since left the asylum, but by then, it was too late. Daniel had resigned himself to going along with the masquerade. Soon the conditioning imposed by Dr. Moore, designed to enforce her identity on him, began to work its way into his psyche. If anything, the therapy had the effect of creating a new monster - one that was part Daniel and part Danielle. So locked had he become into his new persona, that when finally he had "behaved" enough to be released from the locks of the prom dress get-up, he insisted on being stocked with all the feminine accoutrements necessary to continue his [initially forced] impersonation of his sister. He had become adept at viewing life now as a woman, desiring the things women desire, being comfortable in living as a woman. He no longer needed the monthly injections from Ronald to the Adam's apple, which had long ago permanently shrunk it and maintained his voice as female in tenor. He had, at least outwardly, become his sister, Danielle, for all intents and purposes. Eventually, by accepting his new role as Danielle, and submitting to the Doctor's unethical advances, hypnotherapy and drug / hormone treatments, he was able to convince him that he was "normal" and no longer a threat to himself [or herself], to her "brother" or to the rest of society. But always in the back of his mind was the underlying passion to extract revenge on his sister. The two forces were in mortal combat within his head, and at times, he would have to just sit down and wait for the internal conflict to subside. But now he was free - free to seek her and Ronald out - free to carry out his plan for revenge that he had so carefully honed over the past two years. * * * * * * Danielle was lying in her bright yellow bikini on the chaise-lounge next to the pool sunning herself. She had long ago, as Daniel, transferred all the family fortune to his sister, and had once again resumed her actual role as Danielle. It was said that poor Daniel couldn't stand the stress of loosing his parents, and had committed himself to an asylum somewhere. Danielle was now firmly in charge of the family estate. Every once and while, she would think about poor Ronald, now lying six feet under the ground back in the woods at the rear of the rather substantial estate. Her relationship with him had soured soon after their return from the Bahamas. He had threatened to expose her ruse as Daniel if she didn't agree to pay him several million dollars. She, of course, went ballistic and contrived a plan to be done with him. Still having several connections in Buffalo from her former criminal days, she traveled there to arrange a "hit" on Ronald. Soon poor Ron was no longer a threat, and she could live out her life as Danielle with all the money and benefits a beautiful, young, woman in the United States could ever ask for. She let her hair grow again, and soon was back to her old, and evil, self. She began to become noticed in the small village commune and the community of large homes, and so was soon being invited to all the social parties held at the other estates. She took the opportunity to spread the story that she had just arrived and found Daniel in such a state that he decided to take a rest for a while at Happy Acres. Soon she was the 'Belle of the Ball', and was quickly sought after by numerous young men. She loved the attention, and bathed in the comfort of their adorations and desires. As she lay, thinking about how wonderful her plan had worked out, the back door of the house opened and out walked the butler, James. He had been hired just before Danielle had disposed of Ronald in the woods, and now saw after her every need. Although confused by the sudden appearance of Danielle and the absence of Daniel, he needed the job desperately to finance his completion of medical school. In other words, he didn't ask. He had been working part-time before this for various medical establishments, but this job allowed him flexible hours to complete his studies in plastic surgery. He had been with her for about a year now. He was very close to finishing his degree, and had already approached Danielle about quitting in order to begin a plastic surgery practice in the village. She turned to him and bruskly asked, "What do you want?" "Sorry to disturb you Miss, but there is a man from the Sheriff's office here to see you," he said. "Oh shit," she said, "What does he want?" "I'm sure I don't know," he replied. "Godammit James, why didn't you find out?" she fired back at him. "Sorry, Miss" he said. "Well show him back here," she ordered. "Very good Miss," he said and disappeared back into the house. Soon the door opened again and out walked an older man dressed in a frumpy grey suit and hat. He approached her, but she only lay there, as if trying to ignore his presence. "Miss Dalton? Miss Danielle Dalton?" he asked as he lowered his hand to shake hers. "Yeah - what do you want?" she said angrily. He hesitated at the cruelty in her voice. "My name Ben Richards, Detective Ben Richards from the Sheriff's office. I would like to ask you a few questions about your brother, Daniel." With this she sat upright quickly and took his hand gently in hers and shook it slowly and purposefully. "Of course Ben," she said with a smile, "You don't mind if I call you Ben do you?" Taken aback by this change in demeanor, he stumbled out, "Ah, no not at all." "Please sit down - James bring Ben a chair," she commanded. He dutifully obeyed and the Detective sat down next to her, and opened a little notepad he had. He had trouble focusing on his duty being that there was now an extremely attractive young woman in a bikini sitting in front of him. "I just have some questions about Daniel. As I understand it, on or about the 31st of March, last year, your brother checked himself into Lexington Institute for the Mentally Challenged for, let me see..." and he rummaged through his little notepad, "Ah here it is - for mental exhaustion and emotional issues associated with the recent loss of your parents. Is that correct?" "Yes Ben," she answered coyly. "I came to the estate soon thereafter to take over in his absence." "Do you know of a certain Roland Smith, who apparently was a friend of your brother?" he asked. "No, I never met him," she said, "But I did hear Daniel mention his name when I visited him at the asylum. It seems to me though that he called him Ronald, not Roland. Why, has he done something wrong?" "No, nothing like that," he replied. "No we just had an inquiry from the local police in Innsmouth where his family lives. He seems to have disappeared, and the last trace they could find of him was here with your brother last year. So you really don't know anything about him, huh?" "No," she said as she stood up with her front close to his face, and laid her hand on his shoulder. "I wish I could help you Ben, but I just don't know anything," she said softly while touching him. He looked up into her face, framed by her ample breasts. Again he hesitated, but then stood up and said, "Well OK then Miss. Thank you." He turned to walk toward James, who had been standing at the door listening. Then he suddenly stopped and turned back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his business card and handed it to Danielle. "Please," he said, "if you find out anything about him, or can think of something else that could help us, please give me a call." "Of course," she said as she accepted the card. The detective turned and walked back into the house. James followed him, giving a look back to her as he closed the door. 'This is perfect,' she thought as she resumed her position on the lounge. 'Ronald is dead, and they are suspecting Daniel in his disappearance. Ahhhh - life is good," she sighed as she lay back down to laughingly congratulate herself. Later that afternoon, the phone rang at the Dalton estate. James picked it up and answered, "Dalton residence..." A woman's voice on the other end said, "Yes, is Daniel Dalton there? This is the Lexington Institute calling." "No, I'm sorry Mum, he is not. Can I take a message for him?" he asked. "Well yes," she replied. "Could you please tell him that his sister, Danielle Dalton was released from here yesterday? I sure he will be anxious to hear this." "Oh I'm sure he will be. Thank you - I'll make sure he gets the message," and he hung up the phone. "Who was that?" called Danielle from the other room. "No one Miss - wrong number. Here is your tea Miss," he replied as he walked into the other room to serve her. * * * * * * The party was going swimmingly. Danielle was dressed to kill in her basic black skin-tight dress contrasting with her long blonde hair and her stunning blue eyes. The young Adonis' of the community were all flocking around her, trying as best they could to be the chosen one to accompany her home that night. Her reputation among them was quickly growing as someone that really knew how to party and, well, you know.... Then without warning, the music which been mostly subdued and subtle adult contemporary all evening, suddenly switched to a slower paced rock song she recognized as Green Day's Highway of Broken Dreams. Danielle and her entourage turned to see that something was going on at the other side of the large room. As she watched, the crowd of people there started to drift apart until only two figures remained. She recognized one as Ian Rutherford; one of her earlier "conquests". But the other one she did not know; a beautiful young woman with olive complexion and shiny black hair. As she watched, the two moved onto the dance floor and began to gyrate to the music. The unknown vixen, turned her back to Ian, and moved in close to, essentially, rub her rear-end against him while dancing. Then turning, she put her arms around his neck, and drew him close as she continued to seductively move her hips and legs against his. The others were standing around watching with large smiles on their faces. The older "parents" of the party, gathering at one side of the room to gossip, were all in a huff over the gratuitous sensuality of the scene. This was just not proper behavior for a young woman in this part of the county. Danielle stood mortified. 'Just who is this tart anyway,' she thought to herself. She had some serious competition now. As she watched, the dark woman turned her head to look directly at Danielle, and gave a large, very large, smile before turning back and grinding her breasts into Ian's chest. Suddenly, Danielle realized that most of her following were absent and were making their way to that side of the room. Soon the song was over, and the mysterious girl collapsed forward into Ian's arms, throwing her head back and laughing a bit too loud. Soon Danielle saw her dragging Ian out the French doors onto the veranda as the rest of the young men watched in envy. She, on the other hand, was fuming. She quickly stomped over to where the couple had been dancing, and began her inquiries. She approached another former suitor, David Barker, and put her arms around him and asked with a very coquettish voice, "David, love, tell me who that girl is?" He was soon no longer interested in the stranger, but was now focused on the young woman who had attached herself to him. "Ohhh," he said, "her name is Linda, Linda Korolu. She apparently just moved here from somewhere in the Caribbean. She sure is gorgeous isn't she?" he asked. "Well yes, but where is she staying? Who does she live with?" asked Danielle. "Nobody seems to know. At least that's what the guys are saying. I suspect she's related to one of the rich families around here," he said as his instincts began to take over and he moved his arms around her waist and began to pull her in. But she had found out all he was going to tell her, and so she abruptly broke away from him, and coyly began to make the rounds to dig up more info. After finally realizing that his mysterious dark woman was essentially unknown to them all, and no one knew of her connection to the community or even who invited her to the party, Danielle decided to take her on full face. She stomped out the doors onto the veranda, but no one was there. Both the girl and Ian were gone. 'Shit,' she said to herself. * * * * * * "James," yelled Danielle from poolside. "JAMES! Will you please answer the door Goddamit?" Where was he? The bell had rung several times now! "Coming Miss," she could hear him call from inside the house. She could hear muffled voices from within. In about 2 minutes, James appeared at the back door and called to her, "You have a visitor Miss." "Well who the hell is it, dufous?" she asked angrily. "It's a Miss Korolu," he said calmly. Instantly the blood rushed into Danielle's face as she quickly sat up. It was if her mind was on hold. James stood, waiting for a reply from her. When none was forthcoming, he coughed lightly to remind her... "Oh," she said, "Show her into the sitting room. I'll be right there." "Very good Miss," he replied and disappeared back into the house. She rose, and covered herself up with the sheer robe that had been lying across the patio chair. She quickly went inside, and paused in the little bathroom off the kitchen to check her face and hair. 'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'perfect.' Danielle entered the sitting room which was just off the main foyer of the old mansion. Sitting with her back to her was the mystery woman, Linda Korolu, who turned, recognized her, and rose to meet her as she entered. Extending her hand, she said with a slight Cajun accent, "Hello my dear, I'm Linda, Linda Korolu." Danielle approached and cautiously took her hand to shake it. "Hello. I'm Danielle. Didn't I see you at the Rutherford's party last night?" "Why yes," Linda replied. "I noticed you too from a distance, and I wanted to introduce myself, but I got a little sidetracked by Ian," and she gave a little giggle. Again the anger swelled in Danielle, but she was able to, at least for now, control it as they sat down together on the divan. She looked deep into her face, and realized just how beautiful she really was. Her long dark hair with long bangs brushing her forehead, her deep brown eyes and long lashes, her full lips. But, Danielle just sighed heavily like she was already bored by the conversation, and then asked, "So what can I do for you, Linda?" verbally stressing her name in sarcasm. "Nothing really," she said with a large smile. "I just wanted to meet you. I just moved here from Jamaica, and have noticed that there are a lot of eligible young men in these parts. I have learned that you have dated many of them, and I was hoping to pick your brain about them, and to perhaps become friends and share with you my experiences. I really don't know anyone here." Danielle was caught off guard. She did not expect this kind of openness and friendliness from someone she had considered a new rival. She sat stunned, staring into her lovely face. When no reply was forthcoming, Linda looked down at the ground and said, "Oh well, I see that this may not be working...." With this, Danielle snapped out of her lethargy. "Oh I'm sorry," she said without emotion. "I was just thinking how you remind me of someone, but I can't remember who." Then she paused again for a second. "Oh it will be nice to have someone around I can talk to, you know, to gossip with..." and she gave a laugh to which Linda joined in and touched her on the shoulder. Danielle noticed her carefully manicured nails, and long slender hands. She truly was stunning. So it was that soon the dynamic duo of Danielle and Linda were making the rounds on the party circuit - the blond cheerleader and the smoky mystery woman. They would take turns moving among the suitors, playing them against one another for their affections, and generally having their way with them. Soon they had become fast friends, and spent most of their time together, gossiping and planning their next coup. Linda had been staying in a small apartment above the little store in the village. Danielle was always a little uncomfortable going there, and so, much of their time was spent at the Dalton family estate. Eventually, Danielle made the suggestion that Linda move into the mansion. She would extract a modest rent in exchange for her room and board. Linda jumped at the chance, and soon the two were even more inseparable. Poor James now suffered the slings-and-arrows of working for two pretentious, spoiled women. Still he tried to put on a happy face, and do his duty. He could not wait now to finish school and get the heck away from these two vain souls. Over time, slowly, imperceptibly, Linda began to notice changes in Danielle. She was becoming much more aggressive, even more than her usual sociopathic self. She began to argue with Linda about almost everything, and poor James more and more frequently became the butt of her jokes and jabs. One day, as they were reading together, Linda finally asked her, "Have you been feeling alright lately? You seem to be so angry all the time. Is there something I've done to make you unhappy?" Danielle, dropped her book to her lap and sighed - not wanting to be bothered. "No," she said bluntly. "I'm fine - maybe there's just something wrong with you..." "I'm sorry," replied Linda, "I'm just getting worried about you. You seem so cross lately, and somehow you seem different. I don't know what it is, but you seem more aggressive. What's going on?" Danielle looked at her with anger in her eyes. 'Listen," she said, "You're here by my good graces. Just mind you own business and we'll get along fine. Otherwise, you know where the door is." She stood up abruptly and loomed over Linda, thrusting her shoulders forward while clenching her fists. "OK, OK," said Linda, holding up her hands in defense. "I just don't want to see anything happen to you." "Yeah, right! Fuck off!" exclaimed Danielle as she stormed out of the room. Linda could hear the back door slam as she went out to the pool area. Within an instant, James appeared in the doorway to the room. "Is everything alright Miss Linda?" he asked. She looked up at him, smiled broadly, and said, "Yes, everything is working out just fine." James smiled back and said, "Very good Miss. You know where I am if you need me." "Thank you, James," she said as he turned and walked up the stairs. * * * * * * It finally came to pass that Halloween rolled around and Danielle and Linda decided to host a party at the Dalton family estate. Linda took lead, and basically did all the planning, including a live band, and party favors for all. At her insistence, and over the objections of Danielle, it was to be a costume party, with the prize of $1,000 going to the best costume. It had now been several months since they had had their confrontation in the library, and things seemed to have settled down between them, in spite of the fact that Danielle continued to exhibit more and more aggressive outgoing tendencies. She had several occurrences at other parties where she could not control her emotions, and in at least one instance, actually physically attacked one of the partygoers. She was hauled off him, and then stormed out of the room. Linda found herself making apologies for her friend on more than one occasion. More and more it seemed that Danielle was withdrawing from their romps together. Nevertheless, the big day was soon upon them. Guests started arriving in the late afternoon. Linda would greet them at the door and ask them to move to the pool area. Soon the party was in full swing. But Linda could not find Danielle anywhere, until finally, she excused herself to go put on her costume and to find Danielle. She ascended the stairs to the bedrooms and came across Danielle sitting in her room, watching the television. "What are you doing up here?" Linda asked. "I'm not going," she said bluntly. "What on earth do you mean? This is your party. You have to attend," cried Linda. "Piss off," was the reply. Linda could only stand and stare at her in disbelief. "OK fine," she said indignantly. "But this is it, I'm moving out as soon as I can find a place. I'm not going to take your bullshit anymore." She turned and stormed off to her room to change. Linda got dressed as a harem girl, and rejoined the guests. The party went fantastically, but everyone asked after Danielle. Linda, having had enough of the subterfuge, refused to make apologies again. In fact, she told everyone that Danielle was on the verge of a nervous breakdown because she had finally heard that her brother had been released from Lexington Institute for the Mentally Challenged; that she was worried that he might blame her for his hospitalization. But the party was a huge success, and lasted well into the wee hours of the night. Ian Rutherford won the best costume contest as coming as a female jockey. He was actually quite attractive, as more than one of the tipsy male guests seemed to forget as he found himself being groped repeatedly. But it was Linda that really made the party a success. She was really on, and danced and flirted with all the young men, was extremely gracious to the women. But there was no mistaking that she had had it with Danielle and let everyone know she would soon be leaving. * * * * * * About two days after the party, Danielle was still being sullen and obtuse. She barely spoke to Linda, and James was beside himself having to constantly take her verbal abuse. At one point, she even became so enraged that she threw a beer bottle at him. Fortunately, he ducked it in time, but nevertheless, he had to clean up the mess. And so it was that late one evening, as Danielle was reading, Linda came to her and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow. I can't stand living with you anymore. You're nuts!" I'm going back to the Jamaica." Danielle didn't even react, but continued to read as if Linda wasn't even there. Then Linda called, "James, would you come in here for a minute please." James appeared in the doorway almost immediately. Linda started in, "James, I wanted you to know that I will be leaving in the morning. I wanted to thank you for all your help over the past months. You're a true professional and I wish you the best in your practice." "I'm so sorry to hear that Miss," he said. "You are the only thing that makes this job bearable." But before he could go on, Danielle jumped to her feet and exploded in anger. "Listen you cocksucker, you can get the hell out of my house too," she screamed. "You can go shave as many schnozes as you want, but you will always be just a wimp. Fuck you and horse you rode in on...." Calmly he replied, "Thank you Miss, and thank you for your severance package. It will be just enough to get my practice started." She stormed up to him, and started laughing loudly in his face. "What the fuck are you talking about? You'll get nothing from me you looser!" She raised her arm as if to strike him across the face, but Linda grabbed her wrist to prevent the blow. Danielle turned and tried to yank her hand away, but couldn't - Linda had a firm grip on it. Then suddenly she felt the pinch of a needle in her other arm. "What the fuck!" she cried as she turned to see James pressing the syringe's plunger. Instantly her body went numb and she crumpled to the floor. She lay there, looking up at the ceiling, with Linda and James leaning over her. They looked back up at each other, and quickly took each other in their arms and kissed hard. Then looking back down at the catatonic Danielle, Linda said, "Well well, Sis. It seems that the shoe is on the other foot now isn't it. You played your role to perfection. Now it's time for you to pay up for what you did to me." Danielle couldn't believe what she was hearing. Linda was Daniel! Oh God - how could she have let this happen? "You bastard!" she cried. "What are you gonna do with me?" "Well it seems to me that the best punishment for criminal activity is to make the criminal face the same fate as his victim." With that, Daniel and James grabbed her and began to cart her to the back of the house. She was screaming for someone to help her as they moved her outside and to the little pool house. "Go ahead and scream, Sis," Linda said, "It's miles from the nearest estate." James had been busy since the party, doing something in there, but Danielle didn't even notice in her anger. As they pulled her inside, she saw a large table in the center of the room, and a large overhead surgery light. In a flash, she was laid on the table and the light was turned on. "No! No!" she cried to them. "Daniel, I'll give you everything if you just let me go!" "Oh, I'll get everything anyway, you twit. Including your life," Linda answered. James and Linda moved quickly and efficiently. Soon they had removed all her jewelry, and completely undressed their victim. James found himself staring at her helpless naked body, and soon was beginning to become aroused. Noticing this, Linda said, "Take it easy Romeo. We'll have plenty of time for that later." Linda smiled and disappeared again, but was soon back with the electric clippers. "Let's see, about a number 5 should do it," and she dialed the hair length into the clipper. She then grabbed Danielle by the hair and began to shave it off. Large clumps of her blond hair fell to the floor as Daniel quickly finished and began to style her hair into a typically male look. She then turned to the pubic area, and soon Danielle's pussy was a bald as a baby's bottom. Not being able to turn her head, she could only hear their voices. "Mummm, perfect darling," said Linda as she came back into view of Danielle. "Now you will feel the humiliation of becoming someone else by force. Unfortunately, we are going to make a few changes on you. You see, James here, has been honing his skills at plastic surgery at medical school. Oh don't worry, we won't change you into a man, at least on the inside. But you will become Daniel, and you will go to jail for the murder of poor Ronald. "I've already made the call to Detective Richards." She paused for a moment and then, "Ya know? I really did begin to like Ronald during those early months at Lexington. He certainly was well endowed wasn't he? What? He didn't tell you that he fucked me regularly, just like that perverted Doctor? Oh, well it seems I was a better lay that you, sister dear. Now, I'm going to live out my life as Danielle Dalton, and you get to play hide the sausage with your special new friends at the penitentiary. My personal physician here, Dr. Jim, has already given me all the "equipment" I need to pass as a woman - even an OB/GYN couldn't tell. I mean, I fooled you long enough now didn't I Sis - or should I say Bro? No, I like being a woman, I like being Danielle so much, I decided to stay as her." With that, in spite of her present state, Danielle could feel the pinch of a needle injecting her abdomen. "Oh God - No!" she cried. But she could feel the burning of the fluid as it flowed into her tissues. "This will shrink your ovaries, and prevent you from having a period. That would be awkward now wouldn't it?" James looked down, smiled and said, "Now you shouldn't feel this, but we need to extend your urethra a bit to fit your new penis. So a catheter is it." With this, he held up a large patch of flesh-colored latex. Attached to it was a semi-hard penis and a scrotum. It even had pubic hair on it. "We need to do this so you can pee. Just Imagine, now you will be able to pee standing up, just like all the other convicts..." Soon he was cautiously feeding the catheter tube into her body. Linda stepped into her view and took the penis from James. "Hum," she said, "I don't think any of the crew will be having much fun with this, but that's OK, now you'll know how it feels to get fucked in the ass - every night." and she playfully stroked the phallus. "Let's see," she said as she slipped it into her mouth and began to move it in and out. "Mummm" she moaned. "I bet you'll love sucking their cocks. I know I've come to love it, thanks to the good Doctor's conditioning." James took it away from her and said, "Not exactly a sterile technique now is it?" "Opps, sorry," Linda said with a grin as she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "You really are perverted," he said to her with a laugh, "and I love it!" "Hummm. We're gonna need to do something about these," she said as she playfully played with her sister's breasts. "No problem," James said. "The combination of hormones, and a very tight-fitting prosthetic will take care of those. Seems a shame though...." He said as he watched Linda continue to rub them in her fingers. Linda said, "Now, as James does his magic on you, I want you to see my own brand of magic. In fact, I should thank you for teaching me...." With that, Linda reached forward and turned Danielle's head to the side toward her. She stepped back and began to disrobe. Soon she was completely naked. "I look pretty good don't I Bro? James does excellent work, and now I really am a woman. In fact, I'm an exact copy of you. Right down to the little mole on your thigh, and the butterfly tattoo on my ass, see?" Linda turned to point to the small dark spot on her left thigh. Tears began to run down the face of Danielle. "Please Daniel, please don't do this. I'm sorry. I'll just go away and never bother you again. Please just don't do this!" "You just don't seem to get it, brother dear," she said. "You have no choice, just like I didn't. You will become Daniel Dalton, and you will have to pay the piper." Linda now picked up Danielle's clothes, and gathered them together in the corner. "Darling, she said to James, "I'll let you do your thing, and I will go get ready. I'll be back in about 40 minutes." "Perfect," he said. "I should just about be done by then. Now then Mr. Dalton, let's see about giving you that penis." He picked up the latex, and carefully began to feed the free end of the catheter into the false penis. He stopped after it was in about 2 inches, and laid it down. Then he slathered a large amount of surgical glue all around her crotch, and with infinite patience, continued to feed the tube into the fake phallus. He finished up in a few minutes by carefully fitting the rest of the prosthesis into place, and holding it until the glue set up. As he waited, he said, "Now we've made some improvements since you came up with this idea. The glue we use now is permanent, and can only be removed with a special chemical compound. It also acts as a catalyst, causing the special latex to bond with your skin completely. So before you can say "Winkin-Blinkin-and-Nod", it will be too late to remove it anyway. Your cells, blood and nerves will eventually grow into the prosthesis, and it will actually become you. Pretty cool huh?" He stepped back to admire his work. "My, my. This looks much better than I thought. Want to see your new dick?" he asked her as he reached up and lifted her head from behind. She gasped for breath as she looked down to see a completely convincing penis sticking out from the hair between her legs. "Excellent," he said as he dropped her head back down. "OK, now, what's next?" he asked rhetorically. "I guess I should continue with your hormone treatment. What? Oh yes I forgot to tell you. Your daily tea has been laced with male hormones for about two months now. Goodness, haven't you noticed how aggressive you've become?" He disappeared from view for a second and returned with another syringe. "This is a highly concentrated version of what you've been getting. This one will lower your voice, your Adam's apple will grow, and soon you will be sporting a nice new beard. Ready - here we go..." and he injected the fluid into her neck. Instantly her head began to swim but soon cleared. Then another syringe came into view. "This one is a time- release version of the same thing as well as the catalyst for the latex. It will insure that you continue to receive your male hormones for months; more than enough time for you to start showing muscle definition, broader shoulders, and for the bonding process to finish up." "Listen," she said, but the voice that came out of her mouth was not hers. It was at least two octaves lower. "What the fuck?" she said in her new deep voice. James looked down at her and said, "Perfect." "Ok then, let's see about getting rid of those boobs," he said. He produced a band of material that looked like a giant rubber band. He had a little trouble getting it over her head, but eventually had it in place. He carefully pulled it over her breasts, and sighed, "Like I said, what a waste..." Soon her breasts were squished flat and held in place by the band. He then took some more of the superglue, and spread it underneath the band to hold it in place. Next came another large latex patch. He carefully fit it over her front, moving it back and forth to test the fit. "You know, having your brother as a model for this really helped," he said. He removed it, and then laid down another substantial coating of glue. The he carefully fit it in place again. Pressing it in place, it soon held itself. He finished up by similarly gluing the side pieces underneath her arms. Again he stepped back to see his work. "Wanna see?" he asked as he again lifted her head upward. "Just like your new dick, this will bond with you, eventually replacing your chest completely." She looked down in horror to see a complete lack of female breasts. Instead were small male breasts and nipples, all covered with a healthy growth of black hair. She started to cry again in her new deep voice, "Please - whatever he's giving you, I'll double it - I'll triple it!" "Sorry man," he said. "She offered me too good a deal. I will get to finish med school and she will front me the money to start my practice. She had even volunteered to be my office assistant. And since she is really a woman now, there will be no, shall we say, extraneous items to give us away. You're the only lose end, and you will be locked up tight. And should you try to convince them you're really Danielle, they'll ship you off to the loony bin again. No, I don't think so." "One last item," he said. "You have not had treatments enough yet change your face, so we have one last cover up. And he produced a latex face that looked exactly like her brother, right down to the bushy eyebrows. "This is made of the same special material - my own invention by the way. It will bond with your skin. In other words, within a fortnight, your face will actually be the face of Daniel. You'll even be able to shave, or grow a mustache. Pretty cool, huh? You will never be mistaken for a girl again." He was soon painting her face with the special glue, and then carefully fitted the false face onto hers. He worked quickly and carefully, making sure the mouth, nostrils and eyelids were firmly set, and not hint of a seam could be seem. "Well OK," he said as he finished, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Dalton. Can I recommend a good lawyer?" and he laughed out loud. * * * * * * Just then, the door to the little room opened and in walked Linda. Her head was wrapped in a towel. Still naked, her skin had now become much paler and had lost the deep olive hue it previous exhibited. "Ummm," she said to him. "It feels good to get that off my skin." As she approached, she looked down on the body laying on the table. "Oh my God!" she said. "Daniel - it's really you! James, this is fantastic! He looks exactly like me, or I mean, my brother. Did you use the special glue?" "Yes," was his simple answer. "And what about the voice?" she asked. James looked down at Daniel and said, "Say something Danny Boy." "Fuck you," he said in his new voice. Linda began to laugh hysterically. "That's wicked!" she cried. "My, my, brother dear, you really do look nice. Especially that John Thomas you're sporting there. It's too bad it doesn't get hard, but as you said, sacrifices need to be made," and she laughed again. "Besides, if James' process works, it soon will be your own. Now you are Daniel indeed, and it's my turn...." She backed away from the table, bent forward, and pulled the towel from her head. As she did, and long frock of sandy blonde hair fell in front of her face. She stood and flipped the hair back over her head in a single move. In that single move, the woman who had once been the dark and mysterious Linda Koloru, had become her. "Ok James dear," she said, "You'd better get back to the house and take care of business. I will finish up here with Daniel and join you in a bit." She walked over to him, and taking him in her arms, engulfed him in her snake-like limbs while kissing him deeply, pressing her breasts against his chest. He didn't say a word as he started to leave, but stopped and turned to look at the new Daniel. Shaking his head and laughing lightly, he left the room. Linda, now Danielle, walked over the side of the room and picked-up a make-up bag. Setting it on Daniel's stomach, she then pulled up a stool, and sat next to him. "Now for the finishing touch," she said as she opened the bag and erected a small mirror. She began by plucking her eyebrows to match the thin style that Danielle had once sported. Soon it was on to the rest - the foundation, the eyeliner and shadow, the mascara, and finishing up with the blushed pink lipstick that Danielle was so fond of. All these were applied with an expertise that only came from practice. The new Daniel watched in horror as the woman next to him, slowly, bit by bit, became the exact image of his former self. Then she started on her nails, coating them with the exact shade of pink his [former] sister had worn. As she was painting them she said, "I'm so glad we have this time to talk before they come to take you away, brother dear. Yes, James is in the house calling Detective Richards, even as we speak. You know, you really are a sick and twisted fuck, and thanks to you ambitions, you've made me exactly like you. I'm now just as fucked-up as you are. The difference is that I have won, and the more you scream about how you are really Danielle, the worse it will be for you, especially in the cell block. You will be taken away and tried for the murder of Ronald, which by the way, I will discretely inform the police of where his body is buried. . Yes - sorry - I found out. Anyway, I wanted to thank you in a way. I really had no idea of how much I would love life as a girl. Maybe it's just Dr. Moore's hypnosis, but I couldn't live any other way now. And now that James has, shall we say, fixed me permanently, I can live out my life as a woman, as YOU, and enjoy all the fruits of your nasty little scheme." She stopped, "But how would it look for a big rugged he-man like you to be wearing nail polish? Not exactly macho now is it?" and she pulled out a small bottle of nail polish remover and worked next to remove the paint from his nails and toes. "Danielle," he cried in his new voice, "Please stop this now. I would rather die than be imprisoned. Please, please stop this...." he pleaded. "Ummm sorry Bro," she said. She stood and began to pull on the panties and bra that Danielle had previously worn. "Ummm a perfect fit," she said. Then came the dress, shoes, and a quick check of the hair and make-up before stashing the bag again. "One last thing," she said, and she reached over and took Danielle's ring, watch and earrings and put them on. "Well, how to I look?" she asked as she turned and danced in his view. Daniel was in shock. There, standing if front of him was Danielle Dalton, executor to the Dalton estate, and former patient at the Lexington Institute. She hugged herself deeply around her waist and sighed, saying, "Ohh this feels really good... Now let's get you settled." She opened a storage locker at the corner of the room and pulled-out a number of clothes. "Time to get ready..." she said as she started to dress him. First came the "tiddy-whities" which, as she was just about to pull them into place, she stopped to look at his new penis. "Not too bad, I guess," she said as she grabbed and stroked it. "Can you feel that? According to James, soon it will bond with you and you will. Maybe you can even fuck someday - imagine that!" Next came the pants, shirt, socks and shoes and he was done. Throughout all this, Daniel just kept pleading for her to stop, but it was to no avail. "All done," she said, "All we have to do is wait now. The good Detective should be her any minute now." Danielle sat back down on the stool to wait. * * * * * * It didn't take long. Soon she could hear the sound of a siren coming through the woods toward the house. She turned to him and said, "OK then, Daniel, dear brother of mine. Your ride is here." She then took his hands and tied them together in front of him using a small rope. Then reached around and withdrew a final syringe. Plunging it deep into his neck, his body slowly began to return to feeling. Hands, feet, arms legs, head, soon they were all moving again. Danielle, anticipating a violent reaction, had moved next to the door. Daniel, was soon sitting up on the table, and dropped to the floor; unsteady at first, but quickly regaining equilibrium. He turned and with a furious look on his face, charged her, but it was too late. She was out the door and crying for help. He rushed through the doorway onto the patio next to the pool and ran down Danielle, catching her by the arm near the shallow end. He spun her around, raised his still tied arms, and sent a crashing blow across her face just as James and Detective Richards came out of the main house. BAM! - Danielle went down. Immediately, the Detective drew his gun, and yelled, "Freeze, Police!" Daniel, temporarily stunned by their presence, reacting quickly nonetheless. He turned and started to run toward the woods on the far side of the pool. "Stop or I'll shoot!" Richards yelled again, but Daniel just kept on running. One last time, Richards yelled, "Stop!" but it went unheeded. The detective fired his weapon twice, and Daniel's head exploded as the shell struck it. The second round struck him in the back. He crumpled to the ground, falling on his side, and then rolled sideways into the pool where he lay still. Instantly, the blood began to defuse into the water. "No!" screamed Danielle, "Don't hurt him. "Shit," said the detective as he relaxed from his shooting stance. James stood in awe at what had happened. All three converged on the spot where Daniel had been hit and looked down at the body in the red- stained water. It was then Richards noticed that Daniel's hands were tied. Danielle began to weep, "You didn't need to kill him. He was tied-up." James came forward and took her in his arms while turning to look at the officer sternly. Daniel Dalton was dead. * * * * * * EPILOG The sun was quite warm, but the sea breeze ameliorated it somewhat. The azure sea lapped at the shore of the bay with a calming quiet rumble. Danielle lay on her back in her yellow bikini. Her skin had now taken on a healthy bronze color, which accentuated her blonde hair dramatically. Suddenly there was a shadow looming across her face, and she opened her eyes. Standing over her was James, clad in a pair of brightly colored "baggies". They had come to St. John to get away from it all after Daniel's funeral. It was quite the gossip for a while in their little town, and so they thought they should get away for a bit. Most of the town attended including Detective Richards. He had been put on Administrative Leave, following the shooting in the back of a suspect that was already tied-up. But eventually it was ruled justifiable homicide, and all charges were dropped. Ronald was found and dug-up, but since it was on the record that Danielle was in Lexington asylum when he was killed, she was never seriously considered a suspect in his death, and the blame fell on Daniel. The only real issue left was that Danielle would have to explain to the Magistrate why Daniel's body was cremated within 24 hours of his death, and before the required autopsy was performed. 'But what would they do? Fine her?' she thought. She had plenty of money now. Danielle Dalton looked up into James' face and smiled broadly. He dropped to his knees beside her, bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She sent her arms up and around his neck, pulling him further down on top of her. The two lay on the beach, kissing, his hands roaming to all those special places of her female body, while she discreetly brought her hand underneath him and began to rub his penis forcefully. Soon she was leading him by the hand back to their cabana. There was a broad smile on both their faces. Daniel Dalton had had his revenge.