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The Misadventures of Diana Knight Part IV - Doppelgangers The noise of the vibrating cock became louder and louder as it spun faster and faster and entered Diana. Craig felt it as soon as it went in, the suit's reaction to the G-Spot being stimulated almost instantaneous. Unlike the soft vibrating tool that Alice had used on Diana, this one bashed harshly against Diana's fake vaginal walls and into Craig's hidden meat. He cried out in pain and completely failed to notice the figure dressed all in black creeping down the stairs to where Diana was strapped into the chair. The lack of juices in Diana's pussy made the bashing around in there all the more painful which forced Craig to close Diana's eyes in pain, thus failing to see the figure standing in front of the chair investigating how to turn the machine off. When Craig opened his eyes he got the shock of his life seeing a man in black struggling to identify the 'off' switch on the machine as Diana's pussy was being pummelled. Thank you. Craig mentally thought to whatever deity was watching over him. The machine suddenly groaned as the motor was switched off and the vibrating prick began to spin down, still with Diana's pussy. "Sorry, that took longer than I'd hoped," a man's voice apologised from within the black balaclava. Somehow he reminded Craig of the Milk Tray man from the adverts. He imagined the man leaving a box of chocolates for Diana and then leaving her alone strapped to the chair. Fortunately Craig's vivid imagination did not reflect reality and instead the man in black began shifting the vibrating machine away from Diana so that the dildo slowly came out of her vagina. "I'll have you out of there in a minute," the man continued. Craig wondered who the hell this man was and what he might want for rescuing Diana. "Who are you?" Diana managed to ask. "A friend. It's probably best I don't give my name," the man replied. Best? Best for whom? Probably not me! Craig thought bitterly. "How did you find me?" Diana pressed. "I followed their car back from the town hall. This was the first chance I've had to sneak in now the goon squad aren't watching you like a hawk," the man replied as he unclasped Diana's wrists from the armrests of the chair. Craig rubbed Diana's wrists where the clamps had left a mark and he briefly wondered if the suit would be permanently ruined or not. "Why?" It wasn't a very clear question, but it was the only thing that Craig's fuddled brain could think of to ask. "We've been following Everheart for some time. We have extensive files on him ... and you as well," the man in black replied. Oh good, maybe he can tell me who I'm supposed to be. Craig thought to himself. Or maybe he isn't really fully on my side. Whatever that might be! "Err great," It was all Craig could reply to the man. The man in black took Diana by the arm and began to lead her to the stairs. As he was hobbling after the man in black, Craig spotted something glinting in the gloom. "Wait a minute. I need my bag," Diana said. The man in black let go of Diana's arm and let her retrieve her handbag. It wasn't the bag itself that Craig was bothered about, but he'd just remembered that the alarm code was in there on the list on the mysterious piece of paper. If he left it, he might never get back in the flat and work out what was going on here. Diana snatched up her bag and put it over her shoulder before following the mysterious man up the steps of the basement. The stairs lead into a palatial mansion with fine works of art on the walls and busts of some ancient man or woman decorating plinths that were dotted on either side. The man in black put his finger to his balaclava covered lips to indicate that Diana should be quiet as they crept through the house. Craig tried his best to comply, but the heeled boots that Diana was wearing clicked noisily on the stone floor as they went. The man in black gave Diana a stare until Craig realised that he wanted her to remove her boots. The damned heels were a pain anyway, so Diana quickly removed them and they proceeded to the front door in a much quieter fashion. The morning sun streamed through the windows and the window panel on the door as Diana opened it. "This is where I leave you babe; I have other fish to fry here," the man in black told Diana. With that, before Diana had a chance to reply, the man in black leaned in and gave Diana a long and passionate kiss. Too stunned to speak, all Craig could do was watch the man in black's form as he headed back into the mansion. If really wish men would ask permission before doing that! Diana wiped her mouth and then put her boots back on to head outside. The front of the mansion had a long gravel driveway parting a well- manicured lawn and leading to a security gate in the wall. There was a tree next to the wall and Craig estimated that if Diana could climb the tree then she could probably climb from it and scarper over the wall. The infernal boots were not going to be of much use in climbing, but Craig knew that Diana would need them after the tree climbing. Diana removed them and threw them over the wall together with her handbag. Craig was never a brilliant climber, but the tree was relatively easy to climb. Even with the strange weight distribution of his new body, Diana was able to climb high enough up the tree to be able to get level with the top of the wall. The tree was a little way apart from the wall and the only way that Craig could determine that Diana would be able to get over the wall would be to swing from the tree onto the wall and then lower herself down gradually. With a great effort Diana was able to swing across to the wall and just about grip onto the top despite her long nails. Dangling down from the top of the wall in her short nurses uniform Diana looked down to the ground below to see how far she had to drop. Walking along the wall right near her was a man pushing his infant in a pushchair towards the Granchester Park that was just down the road. The man looked up at the strange sight of a young woman dangling from the wall. "Do you need any help Miss?" the man asked as he stared up at Diana dangling from the wall. It was only then that Craig realised that Diana wasn't wearing any knickers. The bastard Henry Everheart had removed them so that his rotating dildo could easily penetrate her. The man was now looking straight up Diana's mini dress at her exposed pussy. "No, I'm fine thank you," Diana replied somewhat testily, still hanging from the wall and hoping that the man would just be on his way. "I thought you might need these, they almost hit me!" He said, producing Diana's boots from his side and holding them up as he continued to look up Diana's mini dress at her snatch. There was nothing for it but to drop down in front of the guy and get her boots back. Diana landed heavily, but pretended that she hadn't. She held out her hand for the boots. "Oh is that where they got to," Diana tried to sound casual about it, but she did not want to linger in a conversation with this guy. She just wanted to get home in one piece. "It's not often that a nurse drops in on you. I'd say that the new NHS drop in service is really improving," the man quipped. Craig inwardly groaned at the cheap pickup line. The guy has no shame; he's got a child from a previous relationship! Craig thought. "Thank you for getting my boots back but I'm off duty," Diana replied in a huff. The man shrugged and continued on his way towards the park. Diana sat down and pulled her boots back on. As she stood up in them again, her feet started to complain again. Without any other footwear, Diana however had little choice but to wear them. Looking around Craig located where Diana's handbag had fallen in a bush and then had to scramble around to pick up all the items that had fallen out of it in the fall. Given the location of the park, Craig realised that he was in the posh end of Grantchester. With no car, he would have to get a bus all the way across town to get home. He headed up the street, the other way from the man looking for a bus stop. The side street he was on, lead to a main road and Craig could see a bus stop a little way away. The timetable on the bus shelter indicated that the next bus would not be for another ten minutes, so Diana was forced to stand by the shelter and wait. Dressed as he was in a faux nurse's outfit, Craig felt that Diana probably looked like a prostitute coming home after her shift. The first car that passed Diana honked its horn at her and the teenager driving the car wound down the window and shouted out, "Sexy!" at her as it went by. That was probably the best comment that Diana had as she waited there over the next ten minutes. By the time the bus arrived, Craig was blushing heavily underneath Diana's mask. The bus driver gave Diana several funny looks as she fished into her handbag for some change for the bus. The purse revealed a ?2 coin and no other change, so Diana was forced to waste quite a bit of money on the fare as the bus had the sign 'Exact change only" switched on. Diana decided to head upstairs where she hoped there would be fewer people to gawp at her, but as she ascended the stairs it dawned on her that once again she would be giving the pensioners sitting near the stairwell a flash of what was beneath her min dress. The sooner I get home and out of this girl suit the better! Craig thought to himself as he watched the houses go by as the bus continued on his journey. He could go home, get out of this damned suit, pay the rent and go back to his normal life. He would no longer be Diana then and the embarrassment of this morning's journey would fade. Diana was relieved that the pensioners were no longer on the bus when she descended the stairs for her stop. She quickly headed for the front entrance to the flats and started to walk past Craig's apartment on the way to Diana's. As she got next to Craig's apartment though Diana stopped and her face fell at the site. There was a new heavy lock on the door of the apartment and a rubbish bag deposited just outside. Shit, I'm too late. That bastard has already got the bailiffs in! Diana picked up the trash bag, containing whatever was left of Craig's life in Grantchester and tromped dejectedly up to Diana's luxurious apartment on the next floor. She opened the door slung the bag in and turned off the alarm before it went off. What the hell am I going to do now? I have no possessions or money as myself and now nowhere to live. Craig thought to himself. Rather than panic, Craig headed into Diana's living room and flopped Diana's lovely behind onto the sofa. No sooner had Diana settled herself on the sofa than Jenkins the cat jumped up on her lap. This is your entire fault! Craig blamed the cat inwardly even as Diana stroked her pussy. However Craig knew that he couldn't blame all this on Jenkins. He should have never put the suit on in the first place and just tried to explain things to the police. Plus Alice / Diana / whatever her name was had somehow set him up. The way that Craig saw it, he had about ten days left living here as Diana until the real fake Diana came back and kicked him out. That was assuming that he survived that long with the homicidal Henry Everheart after him and the likely treacherous Alice about to throw Diana to the lions. This whole sorry scenario would mean that he would have to continue to pretend to be Diana. The problem was that the alternative was actually worse. Craig's landlord would no doubt have put out an order on him for unpaid rent and Craig would be summons to appear in court. No money, no job and only one set of male clothing he would likely die of starvation of cold begging on the streets. For now, Craig decided the option of staying as a woman was the preferable one, but he wasn't happy about it. I've got to confront Alice and find out what the hell is going on here, but first I have to change out of this 'fuck me' outfit. Craig decided to himself. Diana rose from the couch, displacing a rather irritated Jenkins as she did so. The cat followed his faux mistress, rubbing itself on her boots until Diana relented and first of all went to the kitchen to open a tin of cat food and feed him. Having done so, Diana headed to her bedroom and stripped out of the fake nurse's uniform and threw it onto the floor before heading into the toilet to relieve herself after Diana's ordeal spending hours in the chair. Craig hated having to get used to the little foibles of ladies attire, but he had no choice at the moment. Diana washed, rinsing of all her makeup in the process and then changed in new underwear, this time choosing a black little number from her lingerie drawer. Craig's mood was pretty black and so the matching bra and panties were kind of appropriate. Decided on a theme Craig chose a black dress to go over the top of the underwear and then fastened it in place with a metallic belt around Diana's waist. Diana finished the outfit of by putting some low heels on. Having dressed, Craig did his best to apply Diana's makeup once again, only managing to achieve a vaguely Goth look once again and tied Diana's hair back. Craig inspected the look in the mirror and decided that he hadn't done a bad job at all considering he'd only been a woman for a couple of days. Satisfied that he hadn't done a horrible job of making Diana up, Craig grabbed her bag and headed out the door, locking it behind her. He fished into Diana's handbag and pulled her car keys out and headed for the basement. Not knowing which car she had, Diana just pressed the key to see on which one the lights flashed to unlock the car. Craig was pleased to see that Diana had a rather nice Mercedes convertible and headed over towards it. Diana certainly had all the nice things in life. Diana parked several roads away from Alice's house since it was in one of the rougher areas of Grantchester. Having left the car in a safer street she walked the short distance to Alice's house and rang the doorbell. Diana looked about her nervously in the run-down neighbourhood as she waited for Alice to answer the door. When finally Alice did open the door, she did so only opening it a crack and peering through it to see whom it was at the door. "Oh hun, I didn't expect to see you again," Alice announced. "No doubt; you left me to the whims of that Henry Everheart after all," Diana replied clearly cross. "Oh hun, you're upset with me. You'd better come in," Alice stepped aside from the door and opened it revealing a very real looking cock coming out of her nether regions with no sign of a vagina evident. Craig stared at it as Diana entered the hallway. Alice was only wearing a T shirt on her top and socks on her feet. "Oh, you spotted this!" Alice looks down at the cock coming from her groin. "Probably not the time for it now hun. You look like you're in a little bit of a state," She added, putting her hand around the shaft and pulling it off. The small hairy patch of pubic hair around her cock, the penis shaft and the balls all ripped from the front of her groin. Instead of blood shooting out as the skin ripped off, it just revealed Alice's pussy and pubic hair behind it. The back end of the false dick had a huge mirror image cock that came out slowly from Alice's pussy. "You abandoned me!" Diana wagged her finger, accusing Alice once again. Alice hung the fake prosthetic on Diana's finger and turned to walk further into the house, still naked on the bottom half. Diana tossed the fake penis off her hand and stomped after her erstwhile lover. She passed a room to the left with a distinct smell of latex coming from it. When he looked inside Craig spotted a row of masks on stands atop a bench. "Hun, come in and sit down and we'll talk it all out. You sound really stressed," Alice replied without looking over her shoulder. She turned left. Diana followed her into a rather ordinary looking sitting room. Diana stood, hands on her hips and a glower on her face. "I am really stressed! Someone tried to kill me last night," Diana stated firmly. "Oh you poor thing. You shouldn't get stressed in your condition," Alice replied. Condition? What does she mean? I'm a guy; I can't get pregnant! Craig thought to himself. "That's why I thought you'd enjoy yourself in the Spa the other day. I didn't know that Henry would be there at the party," Alice part apologised. "But you didn't do anything to warn me or help me did you?" Diana accused. "Well Sweetie I took a judgement call on it. I promised you that you could live your dream living as a woman for the rest of your life. You haven't got long to go anyway and I figured that a quick death would have been preferable to a long painful death for you. You must look a mess underneath that suit by now," Alice replied. The original fake Diana was dying? "You could have consulted me first!" Diana replied sternly. What else could Craig say? "Sweetie, there wasn't time, besides you've come to no harm as a result," Alice brushed off the accusation as though it was nothing. "But I could have done. That monster Everheart kidnapped me and was torturing me," Craig decided to leave out the exact details of the torture. "Look Cecil, ever since you told me that you had incurable cancer, I've done everything I can for you. You are one of my dearest friends and I have given you the life you've always wanted, money so you want for nothing and I've tried to make your last year the best it can possibly be. However all of that came at a cost. You don't think that I'm able to just get money from thin air. I'm not some rich little girl who got all her money from her daddy as you well know," Alice replied more stridently this time. Cecil? His name was Cecil and he's dying! I can't possibly tell her that I am not her dying friend! Craig's brain was whirring with all this new information, but what to do with it and how to get out of his current mess; that was the tricky one. "No, I suppose not," Diana conceded. "However it would have been good of you to tell me what was going on before it happened." "Hun, I was going to tell you later, but you were enjoying yourself with Ben so I thought I'd wait until you'd finished. I didn't want to crap all over your happiness," Alice moved close to Diana and held her, stroking her hair. Craig's hidden inner self grew as Alice's warm and soft body held itself next to him in the fake Diana suit. He was melting. He'd meant to come here angry and have it all out with Alice, but she had a way of turning things around so that she looked like she was an angel. Alice kissed Diana on the forehead and then released her having finished the hug. "Let me go and make you a cup of tea hun," Alice told her. It was nothing but a normal English reaction to problems, but felt so extraordinarily out of place in this bizarre situation that Craig found himself in. Nether the less, he just nodded Diana's pretty head in reply. Alice smiled and headed out of the room towards Craig assumed the kitchen. Diana was left alone in Alice's sitting room and Craig wasn't exactly sure what to do. Sitting down and watching television was out and he had no games to play. His mind wandered to the room he'd spotted on the way in with all the masks in it and Craig decided that he would like to take a better look at just what Alice had got in there. The first thing that Craig noticed as he entered the room was the rack containing a number of female masks of different hair colours and styles. The masks looked back at him from their stands with empty eye sockets. Craig headed over to look at the masks and picked one up to get a better look at it. The mask was seemingly made of the same material that his Diana suit was made from and had incredible detail on it. The eyebrows seemed to be made of real hair individually sewn into the latex. The human hair wig was firmly attached to the mask, making it seem exactly like it was the real girl's hair. Craig put the mask down back on its stand and turned to look at the rest of the room. It was then that he saw it for the first time. In the front corner of the room behind a curtain was a suit on a stand. The appearance of the bodysuit with its associated mask made Diana's jaw drop and she stood there for a minute with her mouth open. That's me. The suit was definitely a male but it was missing its vital equipment in the groin area. Instead there was a hole in the suit in that region just below some very realistic looking pubic hair. Having seen what Alice was wearing when he entered, Craig could well imagine why. The mask though was the spitting image of his face with empty eye sockets looking back at him. "Oh I see you've found my latest creation. My latest job requires a man. I see you recognise who it is; that loser from your block of flats. I dated him for a while before you moved in so as to get his measurements. Sheesh he fell asleep so fast after sex that you'd think he was a narcoleptic! Plus he slept like a log, even when I was measuring this up," Alice produced the fake penis in her left hand. A mug of steaming hot tea was in the other hand. Craig didn't know what to say, so in the absence of a comment, Alice continued. "Of course I had to scale things up a little to give me a slightly manlier chest and a larger penis. What he had was just not enough for a woman like me." Now she's insulting me, though she doesn't know it. Craig was cross with Alice, but deep down he knew that she wasn't wrong. "I know! Why don't I try it on and show you?" Alice added enthusiastically. Craig could think of a number of reasons why it wasn't a good idea. After all he was dressed up as Diana, whom it was seem was Alice's real persona, and now the real Diana was going to dress up as him. Eventually he shrugged his shoulders as he took the tea from Alice. After all the day couldn't get any more bizarre than it already was. "You might have to help me get into it in a couple of places," Alice was already removing her socks and then pulled her T-shirt over her head revealing her full naked body. The sight of her breasts on full display again made little Craig stand to attention in the hidden pocket of the Diana suit. Alice headed over to the workbench, her breasts bouncing free as she went. Once she got there she retrieved a set of bandages that were draped over the chair, leaving the fake cock on the workbench. "Hun, you'll have to help me bandage my breasts up," Alice held up the bandages and Diana moved across the room to take them from her as though she was in a trance. Alice used both hands to push both her beautiful breasts down and then waited patiently whilst Diana put her tea down and fumbled to get the bandages smoothed out. Diana began winding the bandages around Alice's chest and after the first turn Alice removed her hands from her breasts, expecting the bandage to now hold them in. After three more turns the bandage ran out. "Hun, you'll need to pin them at the back. I don't want them flopping inside the disguise now do I?" Alice said with a wink. Diana turned to obey and soon the bandage was all pinned up and her breasts were a lot smaller than usual. Diana sipped her tea as Alice went over to where the suit was on the stand. She carefully unzipped the back and took it off the stand, putting her left leg into the much hairier left leg of the suit. The lower thighs seemed to Craig to be padded more heavily than the female suit to provide a more muscled leg and to take away the focus from Alice's girly hips. She put her other leg into the right leg of the Craig suit and then pulled it up to her waist. The waist and abdomen area Craig could see were also more padded, though the chest not so much to allow for a straighter profile and for Alice's bound breasts to fit into it. Finally Alice pushed her slender smooth arms into the hairy arms of the Craig suit. Now her lower body was entirely encased in the hairy man body suit and the only things that said that she wasn't really a man was Alice's head atop the body and the hole around her groin. Alice reached up behind her head under her lovely blonde hair and Craig could hear the sound of ripping Velcro as Alice removed her face. Little bits of glue that she'd used to stick her false face onto her own elongated and snapped as she pulled the mask away from the real Diana's face. She was not an identical copy of the fake woman across the room; her hair was bound up under a wig cap making her a bald version of the woman that Craig was wearing. "Don't worry hun, I won't be here long." With that the real Diana removed the Craig mask from the stand and began to fit that over her lovely features. After smoothing it all out and sealing the Velcro at the back of the mask, the new Craig went to check himself out in the mirror of the workbench for any imperfections. The new Craig had a stronger chest, larger leg and arm muscles and certainly seemed better proportioned. If it wasn't for the missing dick, the new Craig would have been an improved version. "Not bad at all," the new Craig said. The fake Diana, was shocked to hear his own voice come out of this rather impressive version of himself. "Just need my manhood and we are done." The new Craig picked up the prosthetic cock and slowly began to insert the hidden reflection of a cock through the hole in the suit and into her hidden vagina. She straightened the erect shaft up and aligned the hairs of the top of the fake penis with the fake public hair on the body suit. The cock stood out proud from the new Craig's body and when he turned towards the fake Diana it was pointing straight at her. "What say we test it all out hun?" the fake Craig told the fake Diana. This was all getting to weird for Craig. Now here he was dressed up not only as a woman, but the woman in front of him who was now impersonating him and was offering to have sex with him. "Err ...." the fake Diana spluttered not knowing what to do or say. "We'll need to get you out of that dress first," the fake Craig told the fake Diana and before Craig had a chance to say anything against it, the fake Craig was already next to him kissing the fake Diana and starting to unzip her black dress at the back. "Mmmm, I like kissing myself," the fake Craig commented between kisses as he started to grope Diana's arse. Craig didn't know what else to do but go along with it all. After all, the man was really the gorgeous looking Diana in a male suit. Letting her make love to him like this wouldn't be anything different from two days ago when she did him with a dildo wouldn't it? It was not like he would be actually making love or kissing a real man. Craig began to imagine Diana's lovely form rather than the superior version of himself that was kissing him. Having finished with the fake Diana's arse, the fake Craig moved onto her tits, groping one in each hand through her sexy black bra and tweaking her nipples between his fingers. The sensations that his suit produced when having Diana's mammaries groped on top of imagining Diana's sexy body sent Craig's hidden disk into full on tent pole mode. He really wanted to shove it in Diana's pussy, but where it was currently there was no way it was getting that kind of attention. Instead his own fake pussy was getting itself lubricated up by the constant tweaking of his nipples. "You are still wearing far too much hun. We should do something about that," the voice was Craig's but the way the words were said certainly were not. The real Diana had a way of saying things that Craig couldn't say 'no' to. With practiced ease the fake Craig unhooked the bra at the back of the fake Diana with one hand and the piece of clothing just went limp. Craig found that he as Diana, just slid out of the brassiere and as he looked down he was embarrassed to see a distinctive wet patch on his panties where some of his pussy juice had leaked out from his fake pussy. "I ..." the fake Diana started to apologise. The fake Craig held a stubby finger up to her lips and stopped her. "That's alright hun, I can see that you are pleased to see me, just as I am pleased to see you," the fake Craig took the fake Diana's hand and led her away from the workroom and up the stairs to the bedroom. The bedroom itself was decked out completely in pink with a giant bed in the centre of the room in the shape of a heart. Two bright red pillows stood proudly against the headboard. When Craig looked around the rest of the room he noted that there were various kinds of apparatus attached to the walls as well as a love seat in the shape of a pair of lips. "I'm not sure that you'll be up to some of my apparatus, so we'll start simple," the fake Craig led the fake Diana over to the love seat and bent her over the armrest and slid her silky black panties down her legs so that they partially covered her shoes. Craig was left looking backwards at the armrest and could see the left hairy leg of his fake double about to mount him. The fake phallus parted the fake Diana's vulva lips and easily slid into her soaking wet cunt. The initial entry sent a wave of sensory pleasure to Craig's nether regions and he only just managed to avoid shooting his load straight away. Three thrusts later and that resistance was over, his hidden cock spurting cum straight through the urethra hole and onto the fake Craig's pubic hair. "I should whip you for cumming too soon," the fake Craig warned her and continued to pummel her arse, making load slopping noises as the fake Craig's very erect cock dove in and out of her pussy. Between thrusts the fake Craig made little moaning noises of pleasure that really seemed wrong coming from a man's mouth. The sensations of pleasure did not stop now that Craig had shot his load. The suit continued to transmit the pleasure signals to his nether regions as each thrust hit on his hidden G-spot in the suit. The fake Craig knew exactly where and how to hit it to provide the maximum sensations to the recipient and Craig began to alternate between moaning with pleasure and panting as he thrust Diana's hips in time to get that maximum sensation. All the while little Craig was coming back to life inside him, something that rarely ever happened so quickly before. The noises that the fake Craig was making were becoming all the more stranger. Not the grunts that Craig would usually expect a man to make during the course of sex, but mewling and moaning but in a guy's voice - his voice. Then suddenly the noise that the fake Craig made sounded much more urgent and really out of place coming from his mouth. Finally the fake Diana felt one of the fake Craig's hands move down from where it was holding onto her hips and touch his fake ball by her leg. The result was the strangest thing that Craig had ever felt. The fake prosthetic inside his fake vagina literally expanding for a Nano-second and then shot something into him like a gun going off. There was a distinctive plop sound from within his fake snatch and the expansion of the prosthetic sent one final wave of pleasure to his nether regions that caused him to shoot his load a second time through his urethra into the fake Craig's pubes. "It worked!" the fake Craig sounded pleased with himself as he withdrew his tool. The real Craig could hardly feel it now as it slid out of her. The fake Diana lifted herself off the couch onto her heels and turned to look at her partner. The very erect cock was now hanging limp between the fake Craig's legs. "Pressurised gas used to pump it up and then shoot the fake semen when released," the fake Craig said by way of explanation. "It's nice to test these things before I take it out and use it in anger." "If you are going to use it on a real woman, then I suggest that you learn to make more manly sounding noises during sex," Diana replied. "Mewling and moaning will not cut it." "Oh, I'll have to get some videos to watch so I can do better. Thanks Cecil. Still I think that the test went pretty well, and I know that you are happy with your suit," the fake Craig replied. "Err well, yes," Craig could exactly admit that he wasn't Cecil in the fake Diana suit. If he did then the real Diana would probably chuck him out and he'd be homeless with no money. He was stuck being Diana, whilst the real Diana continued playing her games, whatever they were. For now he would have to put up and shut up and keep a low profile until he could find a way out of this whole situation. "We can have another round in a bit, but I'll have to go and fill myself up. Unlike your suit, this one can only hold one bolt at a time and I just shot it," the fake Craig told the fake Diana. He led her round and they sat on the sofa together. "Why did you make these suits?" Craig found himself asking suddenly. "Hun, you know I've always been interested in disguise and growing up I always loved the idea of being someone else. When I found that you'd always wanted to be a woman, but couldn't because of your cancer I knew that I could do something to help you with your heartfelt desire. Plus I had encountered a little problem in my work. The two situations seemed made for each other. My little hobby just got upgraded quite a bit for my work," the fake Craig shrugged. Just what is her 'line of work'? Craig wondered. "Why did you change your mind about the hospital appointment?" the fake Craig asked. Craig didn't know what to answer. Cecil had obviously gone for the appointment and had left him looking after the cat. He didn't want to think what would happen when Cecil came back and wanted to take back his fake life. In one way it would be a relief, but then he'd be thrown out onto the streets on his arse with nothing. "It's too late for me," Craig lied. "I am beyond saving." Was that true? Was he in too deep in this charade? "Oh hun, I'm so sorry." Diana's words just seemed so odd coming out from his own mouth. "And I'm sorry for this too. There's something important that I have to tell you and you're not going to like it either." The fake Craig looked nervous, not like how Alice had always acted in the past. What was it, what could possibly be that bad? "It won't matter soon. Just tell me." Craig had to know just what he was letting himself in for now. "Well..." the fake Craig paused and licked his lips nervously. To be continued .......