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The Hendricks Inheritance Part III Dating Heath had gone surprisingly well over the passing weeks, and William had started to become much more at ease and accustomed to his role as his sister Cynthia. It really helped that underneath all the bluff exterior, Heath was really the talented makeup artist Heather and in the bedroom little William could come out and play if he wanted. More often than not though, Cynthia was fully prepared to lie back and receive what Heath had to offer her. Though he would never admit it, his orgasms were so much more intense as a woman than they ever were as a man. The proposal, when it came, was one of the least unexpected proposals in the history of wedlock. Heath had suggested a meal in a fancy restaurant and had gotten down on one knee to ask Cynthia to marry him, proffering her a ring that Cynthia had chosen earlier that week. The whole thing was carefully stage managed to provide the maximum exposure of the courtship and the proposal. Indeed Heather had specifically chosen the restaurant as it was often frequented by the hacks who ran the society pages in the papers. Heath and Cynthia had discussed future plans many times over the course of the weeks, and they had agreed that Heath would head back to Heather's flat during each weekday and would transform into Heather so that she could continue her work with the film industry. Cynthia meanwhile would oversee the estate as Lady of the Manor, a duty that William felt that was his, although now he would be doing so as his sister. Each evening Heath would come back home and take up his formal duties as the man of the house and the staff working at the Manor House would be none the wiser. William was also starting to get used to the suit, though every few days he would need to completely remove it and apply some lotion to his poor battered cock. Pushing his cock back between his legs and inserting a catheter into the tip took a toll on William's member and balls. Conversely, the corset, which had been so constraining and harsh on William's midriff when he had first donned the suit, was now starting to feel more natural. His waist had gradually - and painfully - adjusted to the constriction over time and was now naturally held in check, more so when he removed the suit. He was also starting to get used to the weight of having breasts on his chest and a more rounded padded derri?re. His appearance was much more attractive now and when he looked in the mirror he saw the lovely face of his half-sister looking back at him. Today was going to be an ordeal as Cynthia was expected to meet with her bridesmaids for the first time. The Maid of Honour was an easy choice: her Aunt Daphne knew all the new Cynthia's secrets and had supported her throughout in her endeavours to access her inheritance. Her inheritance? His inheritance, surely? The pronouns were becoming blurred in William's mind. He had trained himself so hard to think of himself as female that they were coming to him almost involuntarily now. The problem was the choice of the other bridesmaids. It was traditional to have three to five bridesmaids in a wedding party; the problem was that William didn't really know any of Cynthia's friends. He'd met a couple of them in passing, but he had no idea who they were or how Cynthia knew them. Heather was a godsend, however, as she managed to find Cynthia's address book with all the names addresses and phone numbers on it. Cynthia picked through the book and found the names of the two ladies that William had met before: Julie Wetherby and Annabelle Cartwright. At least he knew what they looked and sounded like. Lucky ladies, you've just got yourselves promoted to Bridesmaids. She decided to ring them rather than meet up with them face to face, hoping that the conversation would be quick and less painful. The first on the list was Julie Wetherby, whoever she was. "Hello?" "Hi Julie, it's Cynthia Hendricks, remember me?" "Oh hi Cynthia, it's been a really long time. How was Italy? I thought you'd never come back!" "Really nice, thank you very much. Venice was amazing!" William had no idea how Italy was, but he figured that this was generic enough that she would take it as read. "I thought you were doing Rome?" "Oh, well, yes, but we did a day trip to Venice." "We should get together and catch up. Are you still going out with Steven?" It was only now that William was starting to realise that he might have taken over Cynthia's physical form, but had yet to assume her life. There was so much more about her with her friends and former life that he had so far disassociated himself from. "Yes, that would be nice. No, Steven and I broke up, I have a new man now and he has asked me to marry him. His name's Heath. That's why I was ringing - to ask you to be one of my bridesmaids! "One thing that William had never thought to ask was what surname Heath was currently using. "Oh I'd love that, thank you for thinking of me. Is he like Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights? All dark, strong and mysterious? I suppose that Celine is going to be your Maid of Honour." William had no idea who Celine was, but if Julie thought of her, then she would be really pissed if she wasn't at least a bridesmaid. "No Celine is just going to be a bridesmaid. My Aunt is going to be the Maid of Honour. Yes, to answer your question, Heath is a real hunk!" Did women still say hunk? William didn't know. "Well, now I really must meet him before the wedding, hon. Have you sorted colours out for the dresses yet?" What did that matter? Obviously though it was an important question. He'd have to ask Heather later. "No, he's only just proposed. Plenty of time to sort out all the little details." "Sure, but it all creeps up faster than you think. Listen we should get together soon for coffee and discuss things." Julie was married. William made a mental note to invite her husband too. "Yes I'd love that. I'll get the whole bridal party together." William decided it was better to get it all over with at once than to drag it out with all the women. "Alright, give me a call and we'll set something up next week. I have to run now, Cyn, my husband's taking me to the theatre and I'm running a bit late. It's always a bitch deciding what to wear to these occasions." "Okay, see you next week, Julie." *** By the end of all the calls, Cynthia had five bridesmaids rather than the three he was hoping for. He had had to add Celine Munroe, who it appeared was one of Cynthia's best friends at senior school and his sixteen year old cousin Hayden. He had not considered the fact that he would have to invite his other Aunt's family including his cousin Gerald who would have inherited had Cynthia not been born, but he had soon been apprised of the facts by his Aunt Daphne. Gerald was about his age and was already making his way in the world of business and was, according to Daphne, growing into a strapping lad now. So it was that the five ladies met at the local Starbucks one Saturday afternoon to start to talk about planning the wedding. William had been less than enthused at the prospect, but his Aunt had told Cynthia firmly that a woman should only have one wedding day in her life, so it was worth getting all the little details right. William had wanted to snap back telling her that he was not a woman, but his physical form made that a lie and he knew that he was supposed to be behaving as one. Having his Aunt there helped considerably with everything as she was able to divert awkward questions from Cynthia's friends by making suggestions about the wedding to distract them. As it was, Cynthia was able to pick up a fair bit of information on the ladies that he had not previously known. Celine had got married and had a young daughter, but she was now divorced as her husband had turned out to be a real pig. Annabelle was single and looking for a 'nice young man' but as a journalist at a fashion magazine she never really had time to meet the right man and go on a date. Hayden was quiet for most of the afternoon, but that wasn't a problem as William already knew a fair bit about her from the information Aunt Daphne had supplied from the family grapevine. She was a studious young girl and a very talented dancer who wanted to join the English National Ballet. William felt confident that she was not going to cause any problems. Julie, however was another story and was going to be the one that would prove to be high maintenance. She wanted blue bridesmaids' dresses, she felt that there should be flowers everywhere and she wanted a big hen night, with strippers and the works. She really was an alpha female who would try and boss everyone about until she got her way. Given that it was Cynthia's big day and not hers, this really rankled. Cynthia was just about to tear into the other woman as William would to another man when Aunt Daphne stepped in. "Oh well, my dear, nothing's been decided yet, it's still early days. I'm sure that Cynthia will consider your ideas and plan accordingly," she smoothed over. So it was that the inaugural bridesmaids' meeting eventually went without a hitch, though it was a close run thing. *** A week or so later, Cynthia and Heath had their first major row. It happened after they had had a major sex marathon in Cynthia's bed in the Manor House. Heath had just cum into Cynthia's pussy and had rolled over to get his breath back as his fake penis was going down. "That was wonderful, Mrs Blenkinsop," Heath said when his breaths became more even.. "You mean Mrs Hendricks," Cynthia informed him. "No, you'll be Mrs Blenkinsop when you marry me," Heath corrected her. "I don't think so. This is the Hendricks estate, not the damned Blenkinsop estate. It's been in the family for generations and therefore the name must stay," Cynthia insisted. William was not going to give up his name just because he was getting married. No amount of multiple orgasms was going to change that fact. "It's tradition that the bride takes the groom's name," Heath informed her. "Look, I'm really the man and you're really the woman. You can bloody well take my name and like it," Cynthia screeched back at him. "Keep your voice down! You don't want the staff to hear that. It's not the way the world will see us." "I don't care," Cynthia stressed, though somewhat quieter this time. If my dick wasn't spent now, I'd fish it out and show you who the man really is in this relationship." "Calm down Cynthia. You need to be the woman in this relationship; you know that. We can't risk being discovered. If you feel that strongly about this though, I'll announce that I'm going to take your name," Heath conceded. He got up to go to the en-suite bathroom. Cynthia was mollified by this, but the adrenaline pumping through her veins still made her feel on edge. She called out to Heath in the bathroom. "Take that thing out, I'm in need of giving you a good pounding." Cynthia reached into her dripping pussy, still leaking some of Heath's fake juices and fumbled around to find the catch that would open her inner womb up to let her access her trapped penis. Having done so she carefully removed the catheter and eased her growing member out through the hole in the front of the suit. A short time later, Heath came out of the bathroom, still with his dick swinging between his legs. "Honey, it's a bit sore in my vagina at the moment what with all the exercise it's been getting recently. How would you like to do me in the back entrance? Guys I used to date used to love taking a woman from behind." Heath got back on the bed on his hands and knees and wiggled his ass at her. William had done several girls exactly like this before. Once he'd even done it with a mate in a spit roasting session as part of a mass orgy when he was as high as a kite; those were the days! Heath however didn't look like a girl as his arse was square and muscled instead of being peachy and rounded. You're not doing a dude, he had to remind himself as he plunged his tool into Heath's rear passage. Heath moaned audibly as Cynthia entered him and then as she thrust into him he began to exclaim 'Oh God!' in his manly voice. It was a bit of a turn off in William's mind. He had to somehow start thinking of him being a woman with her man whilst doing Heather as a man. It was confusing and damned right weird. She thrust into his rear harder as though to try and verify the fact that she was a real man. Her dick pressed once more on Heath's prostate and sent him waves of pleasure through his rear making him moan in pleasure. She's a woman disguised as a man. Thrust, thrust. I'm still a fucking sex God. Thrust, Thrust. I'm giving her what she wants. Thrust. Thrust. Explode. Cynthia shot her load right into her man, no, woman. It was still confusing. They held and kissed and cuddled for a while before Cynthia's exertions got the better of her. So many orgasms and the lateness of the night brought on a wave of tiredness that consumed her. Heath looked down at his wife and smiled at her before tucking her into bed. She started snoring softly, and Heath headed to the drawer on his bedside cabinet and turned on an iPod there. It started playing relaxing music before a woman's voice I love being a beautiful sexy woman with my loving future husband. I love bathing in scented oils and... As the tape continued to play Heath picked up his mobile phone and speed dialled a number on it. "Hi, it's me again." Heath said into the phone. "I'm not sure Cynthia's fully taking to the tapes." He paused, presumably waiting for the person on the other end of the phone to finish speaking. "No, she just insisted that she was the man when we were arguing over our future surname and then she really wanted to take the masculine role in sex. Not that I object, in fact I kind of like it, but I'm not sure it's working." Another pause. "Alright, I'll keep going with it, but we only have three months till the wedding." Heath ended the conversation and got into bed next to his future wife. He listened to the subliminal tape for a while, then as it ended he cuddled up next to her and went to sleep. *** Over the months Cynthia began to lose interest in playing with Heather's pussy. Now that she had her own to play with whenever she wanted, she could experience her desire to play and also gain the pleasure of masturbating as a woman. Now gradually the experience she was starting to crave was the one that she'd never had before and had started to enjoy .... That of being penetrated and loved by a man. The change was gradual and anyone looking in from the outside would have never been able to say that everything changed at this point, but Heather started to notice. Their sex, which had initially been so exciting in its unpredictable nature started to get more and more routine, developing into a pattern. Although Heath was getting regular sex, the old Heather was not getting the love that she was used to. Nothing was said between the pair and Cynthia was getting happier with her role week on week. She even started taking long scented baths and going extended clothes shopping to find the best clothes to suit her figure. *** Cynthia had chosen a wedding dress with the help of Aunt Daphne several months ago, and now the time had arrived for the final fitting. Unlike the original try on, this time all the other bridesmaids were also attending the dressmaker to ensure that there were going to be no last minute snags with any of their dresses. The others had all arrived before Cynthia and her Aunt who had been delayed in due to road works on the road from the manor. Cynthia was wearing a white patterned summer frock with bare legs and matching white pumps that she had chosen herself last week. Several months ago she would never have even looked at dresses except to letch at women in low cut offerings. Now she was instead comparing her look to that of her rivals, making sure that she was competing in the stakes to be the most beautiful woman there. "Darling, it's good to see that you finally made it to your little try- on." Julie told her. It was such a barbed comment that Cynthia wondered what she had done to deserve it. "We were held up by traffic," Aunt Daphne replied quickly in a neutral voice, forestalling any comeback from Cynthia. Cynthia looked around and noted that the two older women were already in their turquoise bridesmaids dresses. Cynthia had decided it was easier to agree on the colour than argue with Julie, but now she was regretting being too easy going. Hayden still had her dress on the rail and was watching the other ladies carefully, almost seemingly studying them, keeping herself in the background. "Oh, well, you should have left earlier, that's what I'd have done," Julie announced to the room all the women in the shop. "The little mouse here still hasn't given a squeak and she needs to get going." Julie added, nodding at poor Hayden who looked completely crestfallen and unhappy. "Perhaps you should go and get changed," Brenda, who was the owner of the shop, offered. One again Cynthia's thunder was stolen from her, but she determined that sometime and soon, she was going to take Julie down a peg or two. "Yes, Hayden should get her arse into gear as well. We don't want to be waiting around here all day as you get changed one at a time," Julie continued. Hayden bit her lip and looked really nervous. "It's alright, Hayden, I'm sure you'll look wonderful," Aunt Daphne beamed at the youngster, collecting her dress off the rail and guiding the youngster into the changing rooms. Cynthia followed along, collecting her flowing white dress in both arms a little bemused by the whole process. The dress was enormous and flouncy; there was no other way that Cynthia could describe it and she spent several minutes just trying to get it up the right way and find the zip in the back of it. Having done so, Cynthia realised that the dress was in two parts with an underskirt and a top covering. She also realised that it required its own corset. Given that Cynthia was already wearing a corset underneath her bodysuit, she wasn't sure that it was going to do much good, but she knew that she would be expected to wear it. Cynthia therefore decided to go and fetch her Aunt to help her into it. Cynthia left the dress in her changing cubicle and popped her head into the one next door to ask her Aunt to help. However, she had not paid any attention to which cubicle the others had entered and when she looked inside, she was surprised to see Hayden in just her purple frilly panties and bra facing away from her and trying to unzip the back of her bridesmaid's dress. Cynthia blushed underneath her suit, though no one watching would have been able to tell. What Cynthia didn't expect was that Hayden had a rather pronounced spinal column. Now this could have been due to a congenital defect, but it could also be down to a bodysuit hiding a zip down her back, just like the one that she was wearing. A nagging suspicion started to grow in her mind and she started thinking about what she knew about Hayden. William had never really paid that much attention to his relatives in the past. It was never really important to him and he'd ran away rather than visit most of his relatives. All he knew about Gerald and Hayden had been supplied to him by his Aunt Daphne. "What are you doing staring at me?" Hayden had turned around and covered her front awkwardly with the turquoise bridesmaid's dress. "I came to find my Aunt, I got the wrong cubicle, sorry," Cynthia apologised. Hayden tried to stare her down. "You've seen it haven't you?" Hayden accused at last. She seemed really sensitive. Cynthia as William had never been kind or considerate to people in the past. He had always ridden over people to get the pleasures that he wanted. Now though... "It's okay, honey, it's not an issue," she replied reassuringly. Hayden continued staring, not sure whether that was an affirmative or not. She eventually decided it was. "Please don't tell anyone else. I just..." Hayden stopped, she looked like she was about to cry. William in the past would have blown off a crying girl, but now given his months as a woman himself, his Cynthia had more empathy. Besides, an idea occurred to him. "Oh, of course I won't tell, silly! We're all girls in this together," That was not true for him and he now suspected it was not for Hayden either. "It's just, I wanted to be a ballerina so badly," Hayden sobbed. It was difficult for William to understand this need, but he had already done the same thing for a more selfish motive so he could hardly be critical. "We all do what we have to so as to get to where we want to be," Cynthia replied sadly. "I don't supposed you would do me a favour, my dear?" Cynthia used her softest calming voice to try and bring the younger woman out of her despair. It seemed to work, as Hayden brightened at Cynthia's acceptance. "Of course I will, Cousin Cynthia," she replied, wiping the tears that had started away from her cheek. "Julie's been a bit of a bitch and I need to ensure that she gets a little payback," Cynthia smiled. "I know she hasn't been very nice to you, so I thought that maybe you could help." It had been a long time since William had played pranks like this, but he certainly still could do it when he wanted. Cynthia leaned in to explain what she had in mind before heading back to find Aunt Daphne to help her get into the oversized meringue nest. *** The dress had not been as bad as Cynthia had thought once it was on; it showed off her ample cleavage nicely and the fit was still good. As she had looked in the mirror, Cynthia felt a stirring inside her nether regions at the beauty displayed opposite her. Am I really sexy? She asked herself as she looked out the window of the coffee shop waiting for Heath to arrive. It had never been something that had concerned William before, but now Cynthia was becoming much vainer. She needed more coffee to bring her alcohol drenched system back into line after the previous night. Cynthia had hoped that choosing her elder Aunt as Matron of Honour would mean that she would have had a relatively sedate hen night. However, that was not to be and after the meal and the pub, they had gone on to see a male stripper show. In the past the man inside Cynthia would have freaked at being taken to such a girly experience, but so much had changed within her. Now when the lead stripper had thrust his groin in her face, she'd marvelled at the size of his member within his posing pouch and had fantasized what it would be like to have that giant trouser snake buried in her lovely moist fake snatch. What's wrong with me? I would never have thought that before. Cynthia was changing, that was certain. She had taken to the work of managing the estate like a duck to water and was becoming so much more like the real Cynthia. She waved as Heath came into the coffee shop but did not remove the sunglasses covering her eyes. "Rough night?" Heath asked. He looked all fresh faced and bushy eyed. How could he have been on a stag night and still look like that? Heather's metabolism should have been able to consume less alcohol than William's could, so how come her fake man was so alert this morning? "I got the works from Aunt Daphne and that bitch Julie was on form last night. I swear she spiked my drinks all night," Cynthia replied groggily. "I just went for a drink with some mates," Heath replied. He had never said much about these mates of his and Cynthia was getting quite curious about them. How did they know Heath, when most of his life he'd been Heather? "Oh, who are they?" she asked casually. Secretly inside, though, William was dying to know. "Oh, just people from work," Heath answered. "They know you are Heather presumably though?" Cynthia cut straight back. "Not exactly. In my work for special effects companies I've sometimes found it more useful to present as male at times to cut out the sexist crap. So, they know me as Heather's brother Heath." Heath replied. "Oh, I see. So your friends will think it odd when Heather doesn't show at her own brother's wedding then?" Cynthia surmised. "They'll also think it strange that William doesn't come to his sister's wedding too. Had you thought of that?" Heath asked. "Besides, I have the Heather situation covered." "I thought I'd reply to the invitation as a deeply embittered brother who'd been cut out of his father's will, telling his usurping sister to go to hell," Cynthia replied, smug in her cleverness. "You do realise that you'll be writing an invitation to yourself and then replying to yourself?" Was Heath questioning her sanity? "It's for show, so that Cynthia can show the rejection letter and have a good cry at her despicable brother's behaviour," Cynthia replied. The problem that she was having though was that it probably was not that far from the truth - it was probably exactly what he would have done had the real Cynthia disinherited him. "I'll have a good cry at the loss of my brother." Had William really gone now? Was she just Cynthia now? It was not later that she was crying, she was doing it now. Despite not consciously wanting to some traitorous tears were leaking from her eyes and running down her cheek. It was true: William was gone now and the thing that she had realised was that she never wanted to be him again. She was truly happy now. "What's up, my dear?" Heath asked gently. He was still a bit too sensitive for a man really. "Nothing," Cynthia replied between sniffs. It was a very feminine reaction. "Crying for nothing is not the norm. Here, take my hankie." It was monogrammed with an 'H' on it, but it was still a little feminine in style. She should get him some more manly handkerchiefs later. "I'm Cynthia now," she said finally. "Yes and you always were," Heath replied with a smile. Cynthia did not know how to take that at first, but as she finished her coffee she decided that it was a compliment. She dried up her eyes and finished her coffee. "Thanks, you always say the nicest things." Cynthia kissed him and got up to leave. "Now I have to go and get something for you." Once she had left the coffee shop, Heath picked up the phone and clicked speed dial to 888. "Hi. Yes everything's fine, though I think the oestrogen dose we are giving her is a little strong. If we are not careful she'll be developing her own breasts and hips beneath the suit and it'll no longer fit," Heath said into the phone. He listened a bit to the reply on the line. "Yes I know, but she's becoming very emotional, which is good but perhaps a little much. I'm going to cut the dosage in her morning coffee in half," he concluded. *** The big day finally arrived and everything was chaos. There was the dress to sort out, her hair to be done, the flowers for her corsage to arrive and a hundred other things. Aunt Daphne had arranged for a stylist to style her hair without cutting anything off. The problem was that because her hair would never grow, she was not able to have her hair cut like most women. However for today she needed it to be styled like the beautiful bride that she was meant to be. It was a delicate balancing act, but as usual her Aunt Daphne had come to the rescue. "Thank you, Aunt. I know my mother died when I was young, but you're like the mother I never had." Cynthia hugged her Aunt in a warm embrace. "And you are the daughter I always wanted," Aunt Daphne replied returning the hug. "Here, I have a couple of things for you." Aunt Daphne drew away and went to the table where there was a little floral vanity case. She opened it and began fishing inside it for what she was looking for. "It's traditional that you need something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. Well first off, all brides need to wear a garter so you can throw it for the unmarried ladies out there. I'll be jostling with the best of them." Aunt Daphne gave her a wink and presented Cynthia with a beautiful lacy design. "However, you can't be too careful, so I got you these as well." With that she added a matching blue bra and panties set alongside the garter on the table. "Now, those are new, so that's two down. This is my mother's ring that she handed down to me when she died. I'd like you to have it as the woman of the Manor." The ring that Aunt Daphne handed her was a beautiful diamond and sapphire affair. "Finally, you need something borrowed. So I thought that you could borrow something to highlight your lovely bust for the wedding." Finally Aunt Daphne produced a diamond encrusted necklace from the box and set it beside the lingerie. Cynthia went over and hugged her Aunt again. "Oh, Aunt Daphne, you're the best!" *** After her hair had been styled Cynthia decided to go and check on the other bridesmaids. She wondered whether or not Hayden had managed to complete her task yet, and it would be interesting to see the results if so. She had tried to be cunning as she did not want Julie to notice the effects all at once, so she had got Hayden to sew little pouches of itching powder into Julie dress. A good slap on the back in the right place would produce the compulsion to itch and make Julie's life hell for the rest of the day. Added to that Hayden had been given a slow release laxative to put into Julie's coffee. If Hayden had done her job right, then the bitch who thought she was going to be Queen Bee today would be taken down a step or six. She entered the bridesmaid's room to find it almost empty. Indeed the only one there was Julie who was still in her lingerie and admiring herself in the mirror. "Where are the others?" Cynthia asked. It was her day and everything had to go perfectly. They couldn't be late for the church... well not that late anyway. It was always given that the bride would be a little late, but not all the bridesmaids as well. "Oh, Celine said she'd be a little late getting here as her hairdresser was running late. Annabelle was chatting up that rather dishy help that you had in the kitchen and I have no idea where that little useless mouse you insisted be part of the bridal family has got to. She really is a useless waste of space." Julie announced. It was then that Cynthia spotted a small piece of blue material sticking out of the bottom of the closet door. "Why don't we celebrate your nuptials, Cyn? I bought some champagne just for the occasion." With that Julie strutted over to the table in her lingerie and heels and poured two glasses of champagne from a freshly opened bottle and headed over to Cynthia to hand it to her. Having to deal with Julie could turn anyone to drink, though when Cynthia thought about it when she'd met her before with the real Cynthia she had seemed so much nicer. Something had got into her in the last year that was certain. Cynthia downed the champagne in one go as Julie sipped hers. Julie kindly topped her up. "So how are you feeling?" Julie asked. It was an odd question, but she probably meant about nerves for the big occasion. "Oh, I'm not nervous at all," Cynthia replied confidently. Now she mentioned it though, she was suddenly feeling a little tired. "I must have had too late a night, though. Suddenly I'm feeling quite weary," she yawned. "I never did tell you who I married did I?" Julie said to her. Things were spinning a little in the room. "No, now that you mention it you didn't. Who the lucky guy?" Cynthia asked. "You invited him twice. You invited my husband and your cousin Gerald. Funny, they're one and the same person." Cynthia heard as she collapsed on the floor and fell unconscious. *** Cynthia awoke to water splashing on her false face, and a prick in her arm. Her hands were tied behind her back and a gag in her mouth. "That's better. You're so much more agreeable when you're quiet. Now it will all be over soon for you, but I want you to understand the full extent of how much you are fucked." You're going to replace me? Cynthia tried to say behind the gag. Somehow Julie must have understood. "Oh no, why would I want to replace you? I already have everything I want. I'm married to the heir of the Hendricks estate - well, he will be the heir once you commit suicide, that is. It will be tragic. You couldn't cope with living your life of luxury whilst your brother is a penniless bum and you deeply regretted what you had done him. It was all such a Greek Tragedy. I'm going to get you to the roof soon where my husband is waiting to help you hang yourself. I'll be in mourning for you for a while, but I'll have everything I've ever wanted and pay your useless brother back," Julie told her. Cynthia was stunned. What had William ever done to Julie? He'd only met her once before as himself and he thought they'd got on okay. "Oh there's one thing you still don't know. You see, the real Julie Wetherby died six months ago. It was a horrible death and no one will ever find her remains now under the foundations of the Galapagos Tower in town. What do you think?" Julie did a twirl in her lingerie, but she stumbled a bit half way around. "Ooh, my stomach feels a little dicky." She laughed a bit at that. "Never mind, I'll empty my bowels after you're out of the picture. You still haven't guessed? Well I suppose you wouldn't. These would fool anyone!" She grabbed at her firm beautiful breasts and jigged them around a bit, then went over to the door and locked it. "We don't want to be disturbed now do we?" No it couldn't be! Cynthia thought to herself. "Even my husband doesn't know. He thinks I'm all woman and he's never had any complaints." With that she reached behind her head, found the Velcro seam and ripped it open, then pulled the mask and wig forward. Underneath Julie's false face was that of a young man with bits of makeup around his eyes and his lips. William searched his memories and came up with a name. Evan Spicer; a boy from his prep school who had gained a scholarship to get his place. He was very intelligent and was the butt of William and his friends cruel bullying. His past was coming back to catch up with him and soon he, no she, would be no more and there was nothing she could do about it. "See? I bet even you, a real woman, can't tell the difference." With that Evan pulled down his knickers and revealed a very realistic pussy with a patch of pubic hair above. If Cynthia hadn't got similar equipment in her own nether regions she would have been stunned, but she knew now just how possible such a thing was. Whoever had made her suit had down a superb job on it. Even stepped out of his panties and reached his manicured hand into his pussy. After some fiddling around he found what he wanted and pulled out a rather small but erect cock. "Now before you go, I'm going to fuck you to teach you and your scumbag brother a lesson. I can't say I've enjoyed having to suck up to you, but I will enjoy being the Lady of the Manor here. I might even keep Gerald around for a while if he keeps up his sexual stamina in the bedroom," Evan told her and then moved in to move Cynthia so that she was draped over the end of the couch. He pulled down Cynthia's blue panties and prepared to enter her with his little cock. It all happened in seconds. A screaming young harridan in a turquoise dress and heels grabbed a vase and ran over to where the fake woman was about to penetrate Cynthia and hit him over the head with the vase. The vase smashed and Evan fell to the floor unconscious. Of the three fake women in the room, one was unmasked, one was bent over a sofa with her snatch in the air ready to be mounted and one was in shock at what she had just done. Untie me! Cynthia tried saying through the gag. Eventually Hayden twigged what she was trying to say and did just that. "Thank you, Hayden, you're the best bridesmaid a woman could ever." She woozily hugged the fake girl who had rescued her. "Somehow I think you will be going to ballet school, even if I have to pay for you to go myself." "That's all I've ever wanted," Hayden sobbed. "He was horrid and he was going to kill my brother as well." "I know, but we'll have to call the police now and get him taken away. I doubt that they'll have any trouble believing us when he looks like that." "What about Gerald?" It was true that he had plotted with his fake wife, but Cynthia was nearly there and he had been duped too. "We'll see, Hayden. I won't say anything, but this piece of shit might implicate him and there's nothing I can do about that." She held the younger fake woman as she sobbed, but both of them just needed someone to hold for a while. *** After that the wedding went off without a hitch. Cynthia had enjoyed the day, even though dancing with everyone in her heels was a little painful after a while. She took them off as she walked back up to their hotel room with Heath. As they got to the door, Cynthia waited for a moment. "Are you going to be able to carry me over the threshold, Heather?" she asked. "I'm Heath now, and yes I can." With that Heath picked her up and struggled to carry her across the doorway. Once across the boundary, Heath bumped Cynthia upwards and she gave a little yelp. He then carried her over to the bed and dumped her down on it. "Now to have my wicked way with you, my wife," he told her. "Fill me completely, my husband," Cynthia replied and now she truly meant it. *** Whilst the happy couple were away on their honeymoon in the Caribbean, enjoying the bounties of the West Indies, a tiny flicker of flame caught on the sofa in the east wing of the manor. It was a hungry little flame and the sofa was dry and accommodating. Soon the flame and the sofa were fully together, enjoying the bounties of the experience. Soon they shared their joy of burning with the carpet and before anyone could smell the fire it had swept across the room. By the time the firefighters had arrived and put the fire out, three rooms on the east wing of the house were completely destroyed.