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I am writing this for Jezzi and the other who have worked hard posting
their work on TG caps and TG Comics. This is based on 'Vain Girls' 1406.
Jezzi asked for a story explaining what happened. So here it is.
The Deception
By Eric
My sister Chloe was 2 years older than me and I had - unfortunately - got
into the habit of doing what she told me. She was still a little mad at
me as she resented it 2 years ago when Grandfather left me all his money
and cut her off saying girls didn't need it and he was tired of her being
so damn bossy. We were about the same size I was 5 eleven and she was 5
ten and athletic.
But now she was sick, really sick and she told me and she needed my help.
Chloe still looked beautiful but rather wan in the hospital bed.
"Look, Mark if you don't do it dad will be ruined and so will I and mom.
Ken and his dad, Mr. Randolph are not forgiving people."
That I knew. Ken's family owned the city and dad and Chloe not only
worked for them but dad owed them a LOT of money.
"Chloe, I don't know what I can do, Ken is my friend, but will hardly do
what I want. Besides he should listen more to you, sis as you two are
getting married in a month."
She smiled a sly smile. "Lots of that going around Mark, you're marrying
my friend Susan in 2 months when she and her professor father get back
from their dig in China."
I smiled, my lovely, lovely Susan. She was not only Chloe's best friend.
But her only female friend. She was the only female who was nice enough
to be friends with my bitchy sister.
"Look Ken and his dad wont bear the public humiliation of me being sick.
You know how they are - they want their way or else. I should be better
in a month the doctors tell me, but someone has to take my place for all
the social stuff, the fittings, the parties the ass kissing and I can
hardly get out of bed. The doctors told me if I don't get bed rest for a
month it might be fatal. "
I frowned. "I don't understand how am I supposed to help?"
She grinned ruthlessly. "Simple for the next month you re going to be me
- to be Ken's beautiful fianc?e Chloe."
"What! You're even crazier than ever!"
"You know I work for Randolph labs - cutting edge surgery and rapid
healing break throughs have come a long way. One of the doctors is going
to help." She smiled ruthlessly. "I have enough on him to get him
disbarred and fired."
That I could believe, Chloe was ruthless and clever. Nobody knew that
better than me. She might look like an angel but more resembled a devil
sometimes in the way she acted when she wanted her way. "How does that
help?"
"Look we look a lot alike. A LOT! So he will do some minor, easily
reversal able plastic surgery and turn your face into mine - it's not
very much of a change. Of course you'll have to lose your Errol Flynn
mustache you're so proud of but you can grow it back."
My hand went to the dashing mustache I loved so much.
My sister laughed.
"I wont do it!"
"Of course you will. Stop your stupid struggling. You know you will. All
that you will have to do is smile and go to parties. You'll save mom and
dad and me and keep your friend Ken from looking like a fool with a no
show bride. He'll be easily fooled. You know we don't love each other and
its more a political match - his family's money allied with our 'great
and honored name'." She smiled slyly. "I'll even give you my classic Ford
Fairlane convertible. You've been drooling over it for years."
Dad had restored and given the car to her to make up for his dad not
leaving her anything except a book ' How to Have Friends.'
I admit I was both tempted and weak. So as usual I gave in to my sister.
So I went under and when I woke I was wearing bandages on my face. And I
had tits.
"I didn't agree to the tits!" I almost squeaked.
"Relax! They'll come off easily. We can't do any permanent after all.
You're getting married in 2 months." She smiled. "I don't think Susan
would appreciate her husband having better knockers than her. Get real
you idiot - You don' think you can wear my clothes without showing some
tit."
"And what about my beard! And shaving? We should have thought about it
before."
"Relax. I have thought about it you feeble mind insect." She handed me a
jar. "Just put this on your face every morning and night. Not only is it
a depilatory but also it stops a bread growing. It's something new from
the lab."
I felt like killing her. But I should have done it 15 years ago when I
was 5 and she was 7. I felt the breasts and they felt all too real. This
was getting out of hand fast!
"You're sure he wont be expecting kisses and stuff the next month?"
"Positive. He knows I'm sick and has no desire to catch anything from me.
The doc has already told him and all you will have to do is kiss his
cheek and hug. Just suck it up and do it."
I reflected that instead of being' hen pecked' by a wife like most men,
he was sister pecked. Most men reserved being a wimp to their wives.
Thank god Susan was a sweetie.
The doctor came in nervously. "Remember to take your healing medication
three times a day or you'll scar and it will be hard to restore your
normal features. I'll take the bandages off tomorrow."
"So soon?"
He nodded. "New advance I made."
The next day when I looked in the mirror I was astounded. I looked
exactly like Chloe! That called for a shudder. I almost frightened myself
seeing her lovely face in the mirror instead of my handsome one. I felt
like any moment I was going to bully myself.
She gestured me over to her bed and we both looked in the mirror and
except for the hair we looked identical.
"Doc you are a genius," cried Chloe. The doctor smiled with satisfaction.
God it was weird to see her face, I touched it - it seemed like my own -
AND her tits - they even felt more real than yesterday.
"What about the hair?" I asked Chloe. My new voice still surprised me the
doc was right what ever he had done had given me her voice.
"That's easy I've arranged for some extensions that will be woven it. You
can wash the hair, blow-dry it - anything. Don't forget take the anti
rejection meds three times a day.
"And use the depilatory twice a day. Also wear the special whatever to
keep your dick from showing."
I sighed. I was very proud of my 8 inch dick. I smiled think how it made
Susan scream with pleasure when we were in bed.
Chloe would stay in the private hospital attached to the lab and I would
live in her place and wear her clothes. At least I got to drive her car.
I didn't have to worry about fooling her female friends, as she didn't
have any but Susan. Also I was lucky enough not to need a job, as my
inheritance was enough to live well on.
Chloe had thought of everything - even replaced all her shoes with ones a
size larger to fit my feet and giving me a schedule of grooming times (I
shuddered thinking of the bikini waxes) and pre wedding events I would be
expected to attend.
To say it was creepy was understating it, to be treated like Chloe, to
go to family functions, and social events as her. I was a popular person
and used to it. Now I was treated coldly like Chloe - who no one liked. I
also hated the clothes especially the heels, but soon got used to them
being uncomfortable. It was weird to having men stare at my breasts. It
was also weird to be treated like her even by mom and dad and Ken. It was
too weird. To have to be on his arm and kiss and be kissed by him even on
the cheek. Chloe had been right there was not any passion or sparks
between them. But as usual I was a good boy as sis called me and did
what I was told.
Maybe it was the stress and the lack of my normal workouts (Chloe had
made me use her exercise regime) but I was losing a little weight, felt
weaker and my waist seemed smaller.
I must admit I loved driving my new convertible with my long hair
floating in the breeze. I didn't enjoy having to deal with breasts 24/7
though. They looked great, but wearing bras and them always being in the
way when I was trying to move was a major pain.
Anyway I hadn't seen Chloe since my bandages were taken off, but she
called and told me that she was getting better and would be ready to be
married on schedule. I would hate to do all this to have it to blow up in
our faces. God I would never live it down - pretending to be her, wearing
her clothes, going to dress fittings and kissing Ken. But I had to admit
I looked spectacular in the wedding gown mom and I had picked out. I hope
Chloe liked it.
"I am glad you've calmed down and are more agreeable, Chloe. Getting
married seems to agree with you/ I just hope it lasts," said Mom.
I smiled to myself. Poor mom and Ken they would be surprised when the
real Chloe returned in all her bitchy glory.
I was anxiously waiting for Chloe on the wedding day. Where the hell was
she?
Then Ken stormed in looking furious. Mom tried to shoe him out but he
dragged her out and shut the door in her face. I was frightened Ken was a
huge guy and had always towered over me. In his muscular arms he waved a
sheaf of papers.
"You know what this is?" He seemed even bigger than usual and he had been
an All American football player and stood 6'6" and still weighed a
muscular 240 pounds.
I shook my head and my long black haired swirled.
"It's a nasty little letter from CHLOE! She's not coming back! She told
me everything. I was wondering why you - Chloe - were so pleasant and
agreeable the last few weeks. Now I know MARK. I must say your tits
turned out well. Bye the way did you enjoy making a fool out of my dad
and me?"
"She made me do it!" I sobbed.
"I will not be made a fool of. I will not! My family can't afford the
disgrace It would kill dad's chance of ever being President. The bitch is
gone. I can't find her - not in time anyway. Not that I want to anyway.
What a monster! So I need a wife. It looks like it's going to be you
'Chloe'. I've talked to the doctor who did this; the little cowardly
weasel fell all over himself after I 'reasoned ' with him. Threats of
jail and being beaten to death worked wonders. So immediately after the
ceremony you will be operated on and a working, and fertile womb and
other female parts will be planted in you! You'll be my wife in everyway!
EVERYWAY. Understand?"
His huge and powerful hands hurt my arms. I started crying. "But I don't
want to be a wife and a mother! And what about poor Susan - I am supposed
to marry her in a month?"
"You should have thought of that earlier you idiot!"
The wedding was a nightmare. I was all in white in satin and lace and Dad
walked me down the aisle and I found myself becoming Ken's wife. How
could Chloe do this to me? I was kissed as a bride and I pretended to
respond. I dreamed ways of escape, but was powerless. I couldn't reveal
to the world what I had done either. I would die of shame. In away it was
going to be better to be a total, a real woman rather than being caught
in the middle in no man's land. I started crying again. Everyone thought
I was such a happy bride.
After the nightmarish reception in which I danced in very high heels with
grabby men, Kern took me to the clinic. The nervous doctor looked
sheepish and fearfully at Ken. Then he said reassuringly to me.
"Don't worry, the donated organs are a good tissue match."
Then I fainted. The next day when I woke up - my eight inch dick was
gone. I wondered what had happened to it. Then I learned my evil sister
had planned this from the beginning. Faking an illness, and setting the
whole situation up I find the pills I have been faithfully taking a
powerful new female hormone drugs as well as the 'depilatory' and the
transplanted female stuff couldn't have been as successfully done with
out them... The doc says the 'good news' is that I can stop taking them in
a few weeks, as MY new organs should be producing enough female hormones
naturally I do NOT find any of this good news. My body seems to be
changing more rapidly now and I will never need to shave my face anymore
I am told as if this was wonderful news.
Shit! I also find that I will be 'ready' in a week to start my honeymoon.
I doubt very much if there was a bride in the history of the world who
was more dreading having sex with her husband than I am right now.
Before we leave I take a last look in the mirror and see a naked Chloe
looking out at me. Only Chloe never had such a sad expression in her
lying life. I wipe away some tears and dress sexy for my husband in the
clothes he has chosen. Ken is being nicer to me now feeling that I've
been punished enough I guess. I am dreading that my new pussy will son be
filled with his cum.
God is it ever weird to be fucked as a woman. Ken is surprisingly gentle
with me, which I appreciate and tell him so. After a few days I start to
enjoy it a little. Hormones I guess. The honeymoon is on a private
island. I am so damn use to being called Chloe now by my husband and his
servants. We fly back home first class of course.
My husband is so proud of his virility as I am already pregnant! Oh, my
god! And he wants four more. Four More!!
At the clinic that damn doctor tells me I should have no trouble having a
healthy baby and more to follow. I will probably need a C-section because
of my hips but that should prove no problem. I wonder if he would think
it no problem if he were having the babies?
Morning sickness is the pits.
My husband leaves for an overdue business trip and gives me a nice
goodbye kiss. I do some shopping to feel better. I know I dress better
than Chloe did. When I get home my mom is waiting impatiently for me.
Even she doesn't guess the truth and she thinks I aim Chloe. Well what
else is she to think?
"Come-on Chloe! We're going to be really late."
I find myself in a church for a wedding. Then I remember its Susan's and
mine wedding day. What will they do when I don't show? I can hardly get
married to her now. Then I see the handsome bridegroom to be. He smiles
nastily at me and proudly strokes his Errol Flynn mustache. It's me! It's
Chloe's nasty smile on what use to be my face as 'he' stares at me and I
suddenly realized whose womb and slit I have and who is now the proud
processor of my 8 dick. Susan comes down the aisle and smiles lovingly
at 'Mark'.
I sob, now Chloe will make her scream tonight using my former powerful
dick.
My mom says to me, "Your brother's a lucky man to have such a wonderful
wife, beautiful, sweet, loving and rich. I'm so glad you're happy for
him. You used to be so jealous."
Another though flashes across my mind and I cry harder. How my husband
Ken will laugh when he hears the news.
The End
Kierra
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