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Author's Note:
Part 6! This is the last one. This will probably be my last story for a
long time. It's been a pleasure writing these. I hope all of you
enjoyed reading this story.
The Duchess: Part 6: Rachel Takes Charge
by Hazel M
Rachel wheeled the large suitcase down the carpeted hallway. She had
thought of dropping the disguise, but had decided against it. The Duke
was out establishing his alibi with Michelle and Olivia was in no
condition to get up. The house was quiet except for herself. It
wouldn't do to drop her guard this late in the game however. So she had
once again taped down her new, enhanced bust and put on the baggy
clothes and the nerdy glasses. She couldn't stop herself from skipping
steps though and she was breathing heavily. Her excitement couldn't be
contained. After five years worth of hard work, she would finally have
her revenge. No, she couldn't afford any mistakes tonight.
She walked into Olivia's room. She cast a glance towards the bed. The
Duchess did not stir. The rise and fall of her chest beneath the silk
sheets was barely noticeable. It wouldn't be long now. She padded over
to the large closet and walked in. She took off the fake glasses and
the plain black shoes. She quickly shed the baggy sweater and the long
skirt. The drab brown hose and boring cotton panties joined the growing
pile on the floor. She deftly unwrapped the tight bandage around her
chest, revealing a pair of round, firm breasts. Rachel grabbed a couple
of tissues from the dresser. As she was about to reach up with the
tissues, she paused. This face had been her disguise for the last three
years. She felt a pang of sadness as she realized she would never be
Rachel again. A wistful smile crept over her face as she started
scrubbing her face. The light makeup she wore came off easily and her
face transformed from marginally feminine to androgynous, perhaps even
slightly masculine. Next, she reached under her hair and pulled on a
little tab and the plain brown wig came off, revealing Roberts own
unruly brown hair.
He stared back at the face in the mirror. He barely recognized himself.
He had always been a little ambiguous about his gender identity and
being Rachel just came naturally to him. She was just a more feminine
version of himself. His next role was a little more...involved. He felt
a moment of doubt, but then shook it off. This wouldn't be a long
performance. Only a week or two at most. He would complete his revenge
and then vanish without a trace. He unzipped the suitcase and stared at
the object that occupied most of the space inside. Olivia's empty face
stared back at him. Her mouth was empty, as were the eye holes. Other
than that, every feature, every line had been copied by hand in the
minutest detail. Olivia's dirty blonde hair was there too. All that was
missing was someone to fill it up.
Robert reached in and gently pulled the mask out of the suitcase, being
careful not to mess up the hair too much. He flipped it over and
grabbed the neck opening with both hands. He pulled the opening apart
and it stretched easily. He took a moment to line the mask up vaguely
and pulled it down over his head. A little tugging later, he felt the
neck stretch down under his chin. He opened his mouth wide and made
sure the lips settled over his own. He pushed down on the enhanced
cheeks and delicate nose, making sure they lined up with his own. He
looked to the sides and checked the alignment of the ears. Finally, he
blinked a few times to make sure the masks eyelids were attached
properly to his real ones. The neck had shrunk back so that the seam
was invisible now. To anyone looking on, he would look exactly like
Olivia, only in better health. He quickly pulled out a contact lens
case from the bag and put on the blue lenses that matched Olivia's. A
set of dentures gave him the same million watt smile as his former
employer.
He took a moment to admire his handiwork in the mirror. He spread his
hands out and examined his new body in minute detail. The suit was an
exact copy of Olivia. The same beautiful, haughty facial expression,
the same perky round breasts. He had even copied the neatly trimmed
blonde patch in her crotch. Even the pussy had been hand crafted to
match Olivia's. One night, late after a party, Rachel had drugged
Olivia and got body molds of her employer. It had been a painstaking
process, lifting and copying Olivia's fingerprints, bite marks and
scanning her retinas, but now Robert was sure he wouldn't be recognized
as anyone other than Olivia herself. He reached down and experimentally
probed his sex with a manicured finger. He could just barely feel the
pressure on his well hidden cock.
Feeling confident now that he had finally seen his handiwork in the
flesh, he got to work. Olivia threw a robe over her nakedness and
padded back into the bedroom. She walked over to the sick woman lying
in bed and checked her wrist. She didn't feel a pulse. How appropriate,
she thought, that Olivia would die just as she was reborn. She quickly
picked up the body. It didn't weigh much. The poison had taken a lot
out of her predecessor. She walked over to a wall and pushed on a
specific spot with her foot. The wall panel slid open to reveal a
hidden cubby hole. She had discovered it quite by accident when she
tripped on something one day. She had known it would come in handy some
day. She took one last look at the woman who had murdered her mother
and left Robert an orphan. Three years he had spent staring back at the
bitch, itching to finish it there and then. Now his revenge would be
complete. Her death was only one part of the plan of course. She had
gotten to know about her husbands infidelity in her dying days. Now
Robert would finish up by ruining her reputation forever.
Capturing and brainwashing Miguel had been the hardest part of the
plan. He had stolen the original suit after Rachel's...gentle
persuasion. He never suspected that his grand scheme to do away with
the Duchess was someone else's suggestion. He didn't even remember ever
meeting Rachel. Shortly after that, Rachel had taken up residence at
the manor. Robert hadn't been surprised when it looked like his mothers
killer didn't recognize him. He had spent his time at the manor
learning everything he could. When the time was right, he had brought
Michelle in. She would seduce the Duke and concoct the mad plan to
poison Olivia. Neither of them had any chance of getting away with it,
but then again, he thought with a smile, nobody would ever discover
what they had done. Olivia would recover from her sudden "illness" by
the time they got back and nobody would be any wiser. She would then
take care of the two lovers so they wouldn't be a problem anymore.
Rachel would vanish and nobody would notice, they never did, not poor
plain Rachel.
He came back to himself at that. Olivia had guests to entertain later
tonight. There was a lot to take care of by then. She pushed the secret
button again and the wall slid back into place behind her. She hurried
back into the closet. It took her only five minutes to turn her already
beautiful face into feminine perfection. She gently rolled on a pair of
lace topped stockings. She put on a black garter belt and clipped the
stockings to it. She quickly pulled on a pair of silk bikini panties
and a matching strapless bra. A blue-black cocktail sheathe dress with
a high neckline came next. She clipped a gold necklace around her neck
and matching gold hoops went in her ears. She put on a pair of black
patent leather pumps. She spritzed the Duchess' favorite perfume on and
stepped back. Olivia was read for her meeting with her solicitors.
She stepped out into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She
was about to walk to the door when something on the floor by the bed
caught her eye. She walked over to it. It looked like an envelope.
Olivia looked around for a moment, puzzled. The old Olivia must've had
it on her, she concluded. She reached down and picked it up. She turned
it over and scanned the outside. Her heart skipped a beat. She
swallowed and sat down on the bed. She read it again just to be sure.
'To, my dear Robert/Rachel', was written in blue ink in elegant
handwriting. She broke the seal and hurriedly pulled out the contents.
It was a letter and a photograph. As Olivia read the letter and the
photograph, her eyes grew wider and wider. Maybe Olivia wouldn't vanish
as quickly as she had previously thought.
Two days later, Olivia sat in the old leather armchair by the
fireplace. A cheerful, fire was roaring in the fireplace. She sipped
wine from a glass. The bottle claimed a 50 year vintage and the wine
lived up to its price tag. The letter...the letter sat on her lap. A
light buzzing noise could be heard from beneath the dress and Olivia
occasional squirmed delicately in response. She glanced at the letter
again. She had been hell bent on destroying everything about her
victim, but the letter had changed all that. She would have to verify
everything in it. That meant another month or two in her new role. Of
course, if the information turned out to be true, her stay might be
longer.
The handwriting clearly wasn't Olivia's. But then it wouldn't be. She
read through the letter again. The opening wasn't even the most
remarkable part.
Dear Robert/Rachel,
I don't know which one you're going by at the moment. Anyway, I don't
have much time. It took me twenty minutes to work up the courage to
walk over to the desk. There are a number of things I need to tell you.
I just don't know where to begin. Olivia was always better at these
things so forgive me if I don't make sense.
Let me start at the beginning. When I was a teenager, I ran away from
home. I was young and impressionable. I managed to meet all the wrong
people and got hooked on drugs and other nasty habits. I lost all track
of myself. I drifted for years. If things had kept going this way, I
would've probably ended up in a ditch and overdosed or turning tricks
for a high. But then one day, I found out I was pregnant. I panicked,
but after much crying and introspection, I realized this was a good
thing. I decided to keep the baby and turned myself into a clinic. That
was where I met her. She saved me.
Olivia pulled me out of depression. She helped me through rehab. As we
spent more time together, I fell in love. I had always been bi and
Olivia was gay. She told me she had run away from home because her
parents wanted her to marry some guy she didn't like. She was so gentle
and kind. I just couldn't believe it when she told me she felt the same
way towards me. After my rehab, we moved in together. A couple of
months later, I gave birth to a baby boy. We named him Robert. Olivia
had her job at the clinic and I opened my own art shop. We were happy
together.
Before I knew it, three years had passed. Life became routine. And
thats when it abruptly came to an end. I was out at the park with
Robert one day. Livi was home sick. I came home in the evening and
found her there in a pool of blood. A strange man lay on the floor next
to her. They were both dead. I couldn't believe it. I lost myself
again. I even forgot my son. Our friends tried to help me, but I
couldn't let it go. I spent six months wallowing in grief. Then I
handed Robert over to an orphanage. I set about finding out who had
killed my wife.
I spent the next few weeks digging around. I discovered that Olivia's
family were actually very wealthy. Turned out they had arranged the
hit. They weren't happy that their little girl had taken up with a
woman. The assassin was supposed to kill me and my baby. They thought
that would scare Livi into going back to her intended groom, some
nobleman's son. Instead, the assassin had killed her and managed to get
himself killed in the process. I vowed then and there to get revenge on
these bastards.
I went back as Olivia. It wasn't difficult. The assassin was dead, so
nobody knew who had died that night. We had been of the same height. I
wasn't as well endowed as Olivia and my face was more plain, but some
theater quality prosthetics took care of that. I already knew Olivia
intimately. I was ready. I came back and took over her life. I married
John as intended. I then spent the following decade punishing everyone
who had killed my Livi. They all died broken and shattered men and
women. And the whole time, nobody suspected dear little Olivia.
After my revenge was complete, I decided to stay on, dedicating my life
to leaving a legacy she would be proud of. I tried to find Robert
again, but he had already moved on from the orphanage and I couldn't
find out where he had gone. I felt the occasional pang of guilt about
that.
During this time, I ran into one major problem. The prosthetics I used
were made by a friend. They were starting to fall apart. I avoided
discovery by keeping John away from me, but it wouldn't work for long.
This was when our marriage started to break down. Finally, being
desperate, I started a project in one of my companies to developer a
high tech prosthetic bodysuit. And for a time, I believed I would make
it in time. But then came the shock. The bodysuit got stolen. I
wouldn't find it again until Michelle moved into the manor. I had no
choice. I checked into a high end plastic surgery clinic. Ostensibly, I
was there for a tummy tuck, but I actually underwent a series of
painful procedures that did what the prosthetics no longer could. I
came out looking exactly like Olivia and not even her mother could tell
us apart.
This was around the time that I got the second shock. A plain looking
girl came to me looking for a job. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was
like looking at a younger version of myself. I did a little digging
behind the scenes. It took a lot of digging to figure out that you
really were my son Robert in disguise. I really must compliment you on
your prosthetics work.
I thought about telling you all this before now.? ?I struggled with
this decision for a while,? ?but then I decided to keep mum.? ?I
figured if you wanted to talk to me about it,? ?you would ask me.? ?I
realize now that not speaking up was a mistake.? ?I discovered too late
that your plans weren't benign.? ?I never imagined that you were using
John and Michelle.? ?I believed that you just wanted to spend time with
Olivia.? ?By the time I realized otherwise,? ?I was already dying.?
?Don't feel bad though.? ?I've done terrible things too and I feel I
deserve my end.? ?You were merely the instrument of justice in this.
And so all I can do now is leave it all to you. You can take the money
for yourself and leave. I only spent the last few decades building up
this fortune so I could hand it over to you, even though I wasn't sure
if you were even alive. On the other hand, the money isn't my only
legacy. I have lived and breathed Olivia all this time. This role is
also my legacy to you. I think the last three years have been good
training for you. I think you are ready to take over the role. I leave
the final decision up to you, my understudy.
With Love,
Mom
Olivia sniffed delicately and wiped a tear away with a handkerchief.
She looked at the photograph of two women, one curvaceous blonde, the
other a mousy brunette. A toddler stood between them, holding their
hands. It would take a while to figure out whether any of it was true,
but somehow, it just felt right. She looked up as the phone rang. It
was probably Charles wondering if he could turn in for the night. She
tossed the letter into the fireplace. Robert was dead. John and
Michelle would be back the following day and Olivia had to be ready to
greet them.
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