Victory Girl
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It was the first of December when I first met my nemesis, Jackie Bateman.
She was a jealous, bitter woman; the product of a rich husband and a spoiled
childhood. She resented having to work in any form and made sure everyone
around her knew about it constantly with her foul moods and sharp, poisonous
replies to questions.
She would strut around our office floor in her towering stilettos with her
enormous, obviously enhanced, bust jutting out of a daringly low cut blouse
and her tight wide buttocks thrust out behind her in whatever shrink-wrap
tight skirt she was wearing that day. She was obviously once extremely
beautiful but as age had encroached on her, she'd resorted to surgery to
cling to her looks. Her lips were fat with silicon, her face rigid from
botox, her skin marked, orange-hued and tired from years of tanning, her
hair the product of treatments to ensure it remained full with extensions
where the treatments weren't enough. We would often remark behind closed
doors that her fake G-cups were on show to try, desperately, to entice the
men in the office, but nobody wanted to touch her with a barge pole. It was
abundantly obvious to all who spent any time with her that she hated people
younger than her.
She hated me most of all.
My tolerance for her behaviour was incredibly low and we would often come to
verbal blows over it. Sometimes it got personal with her remarking on my
looks or how tired I was on a given day, and I'd respond with equally snide
remarks about her plastic desperation to recoup the last twenty years. None
of it was professional in the slightest but as long as nobody more senior
than us heard, we carried on.
I knew it was because Jackie was jealous. I was half her age, half her
weight, and classically beautiful with a small but perky bust, a thin waist,
full blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I also dressed far more
conservatively than she did - something she frequently remarked on by
calling me 'frumpy' and mocking my confidence.
With that in mind, imagine my surprise when, one day, she invited me to her
house for some drinks with an uncharacteristically humble approach. Had I
won? I guessed she'd been caught and ordered to apologise so I accepted with
barely hidden glee. I'd actually won!
That evening I made an effort to look extra glamorous - this was a victory
lap after all! A short, clingy dress with discreet bust enhancement teamed
with some classy patent black stilettos and a smart functional clutch. My
hair was a sweeping cascade of glimmering blonde and my makeup sharp, simple
and professional. As I approached her door and saw her open it for me, I
realised we'd gone for very different approaches.
She let me in as I marvelled at her incredibly seductive outfit - a
shimmering pink satin blouse frothing with frills, some skin-tight leather
trousers that showed absolutely everything without exception, and strappy
black stilettos that made mine look like kitten heels. As usual, her breasts
were the main event though, heaving in their gleaming prison and pressing
the outline of an incredibly serious-looking bra through the satin. Her
makeup was dramatic and vampirish, with eye-catching black eyes and a
glossy, fat pink lipstick. She gave me a smile as I turned in her hall and
asked if she could take my jacket. We gave each other cringey cheek kisses,
neither wanting to touch the other, before we went through to her reception
room and she busied herself making some drinks in the corner.
"I wanted to apologise for my behaviour over the last few months," she
began, glass clinking as she stirred.
"It's alright - apology accepted," I smiled, revelling in her defeat.
She passed me my drink before sitting opposite, jiggling momentarily to get
her plump silicon-packed body comfortable.
"My husband left me last night. We'd been together for fifteen years, during
which time he'd worked on me to improve my looks, as he put it. I never
wanted any of the surgeries I've been through but as I got older, he
insisted on more to the point where I don't even know which parts of my body
are mine any more. It's so unfair to think someone has stolen your looks -
your body, almost. Then now, when no more could be done and every doctor I
was dragged to refused to do as he asked, he has cast me to the kerb and
decided I'm no good for him."
Her explanation stung me. Of course that was why she was always so unkind
and cruel - she was the textbook product of an abusive relationship with the
man I guessed she loved. My victory instantly fell to bits in front of me.
I'd been as much of a bully as she had been without realising I was making
her work life as miserable as her home life. As my face fell, she continued.
"I suppose you didn't know any of this, did you? Here, take a look at
these," she passed me some photographs of a handsome, well dressed man
standing next to a slim, perky young girl. It took me a moment to realise.
"That's you?" I gasped. The girl was so incredibly beautiful!
She nodded and sighed, chest heaving and, in the silence that followed, the
minute sound of a bra creaking.
I sipped my drink and put the photographs down.
"I am so sorry Jackie I had no idea. For what it's worth I think you're
stunning in these photographs and now well... you're still a good looking
woman?" I clenched my teeth as the plastic woman shook her head.
There was an eerie silence as we both finished our drinks. It was punctuated
with her looking up at me and opening her mouth to say something before
stopping and going back to her defeated slump.
"Well I mean this has been lovely but I should be going-" I began, before
she finally spoke and cut me off.
"Just let me finish up please? I decided last night the best way to recover
my looks is to have the surgery undone with the last of my money. I don't
have much but I'll be going under the knife very soon and I hope you'll
agree it's for the best?"
I looked at her through tired eyes and frankly agreed she would look a lot
better without the false additions and enhancements, before lapsing into an
enormous yawn. I was suddenly so very, very tired.
"I'm so glad you agree."
What followed that evening is a series of periods of vague awakening and
interspersed conversations in a fog I can't really describe. I was awake yet
asleep for a long period, listening to Jackie and some men I didn't
recognise discuss various things nearby such as the rejuvenating power of
blood, that Jackie and I were a blood match apparently, and dosing of
anaesthesia. I slipped in and out of consciousness for what could have been
hours or days, but was probably closer to weeks. Every time I was able to
vaguely make a sound I was dosed heavily to go back to sleep, and despite
being unable to feel much, I do know I was heavily restrained the whole
time.
Finally I was allowed to awaken properly and found myself groggily coming to
terms with a stark, black room. There was nothing in it except the bed, some
fluids on a stand running through a drip beneath the sheets and a mirrored
ceiling which I blearily stared into, confused. I was completely covered by
black sheets from chin to toes except for my face, which itself was covered
by, of all things, a Muslim-style head dress. I believe it's called a niqab
- the headdress that only allows one to see the eyes. I mumbled beneath it,
unable to make proper sounds from my unresponsive mouth. My numb body
twitched in certain places but refused to make any movement other than that.
I was completely and utterly chemically disabled in this woman's crazy mad
scientist fantasy room.
A while passed during which I zoned in and out of consciousness until the
door opened and a beautiful young woman entered. She seemed familiar but it
wasn't until she spoke that I could put my finger on who it was - it was
Jackie!
"Good morning, beautiful."
She looked like she'd lost about ten years and a good few stone. Her chest
was significantly reduced and significantly perkier, the tattooed eyebrows
were gone and the lips were normal sized. I marvelled at her transformation
before realising with growing concern that she was wearing a short, clingy
dress with discreet bust enhancement teamed with some classy patent black
stilettos and holding a smart functional clutch. She was wearing the clothes
I had been wearing on the night I came to speak to her!
I mumbled and moaned beneath the niqab, feebly wriggling about the bed and
sobbing very gently. As the medication was wearing off I felt pain
absolutely everywhere like I'd been hit by a lorry. My face was sore, my
chest, legs and even my crotch and stomach burned and ached.
"Careful precious, I don't want you to rip something. You need time to heal.
You've had a very intense month with my good doctor and surgeon friends. As
you can see they've helped me go back to what I should have been. I'm young,
I'm pert and I'm beautiful. Thank you so much for your sacrifice."
I mumbled, trying in vain to wriggle my hands and feet to get free of the
restraints.
"Oh yes your medication will be wearing off - let me get the doctor to
explain a few things."
She disappeared leaving me once again to stare at my reflection on the
ceiling in panic, wondering what on Earth had happened to me beneath these
sheets. How had she gained such beauty and at what cost to me? My questions
were soon answered as a slim, tall man appeared next to Jackie with a
clipboard. He peered at me over his spectacles and began to speak with a
pronounced, almost falsified German accent.
"Good morning, time for your review. I'm pleased to let you both know things
have gone exceptionally well - better than I originally thought when this
was proposed by Ms. Bateman. I have the list of procedures here - we have a
complete blood transfusion, hysterectomy of both patients with appropriate
surgery afterwards, vaginoplasty times two, breast augmentation, breast
reduction, botox injections-" he turned the page, "facial augmentation,
vocal cord adjustment times two, various cosmetic removals and
enhancements... yes I think that's pretty much it."
My heart dropped to the bottom of my chest at what he was saying - all that
surgery for her to look the way she was now. How was she so chipper and
upright? Every second that passed made it clearer to me though that it
hadn't only been her under the knife, and before I could worry more the
sheet was removed from my body.
I couldn't really scream owing to the pain in my throat, but I could cry
quite easily and that's just what I did. I'd been completely mutilated from
head to toe by this man. Extensive bandaging covered the majority of my body
but I could see from the sheer size alone my breasts had changed, he'd been
meddling with my groin, and my skin was somehow different - darker, more
aged. There was also heavy bandaging around the crooks of both arms where
the IV line snaked in.
"So, you now have Ms. Bateman's implants as agreed, size G. We have also
managed to completely swap your genitals across, your womb, ovaries, cervix
and more. The blood swap was the most interesting part - we managed to
switch ninety-five percent of your blood to Ms. Bateman and hers to you,
resulting in an astonishing transformation of the skin on both parts.
Younger blood has done her wonders as you can see, and for you well... you
knew what you were getting into so I guess this aging isn't a surprise. I'm
afraid you are menopausal at age 23, we couldn't change anything about that,
and the process of adding Ms. Bateman's old implants to your chest has
resulted in some scarring beneath the breasts but no more than Ms. Bateman
had in the first place. We have also conducted liposuction and, where
possible, added what we took from Ms. Bateman to yourself. The result is a
measured gain of five and a half stone, mostly in the posterior and stomach
regions. For the face-"
The niqab was removed as I began to black out from panic, listening to the
horror story unfolding in front of me.
"We have transferred her lip injections to you to match the size, we have
copied her eyebrows too, and given you doses of botox equivalent to what Ms.
Bateman had had prior to now. The most difficult part here was the hair -
transferring hair implants from one patient to another was extremely
difficult and we have no way of knowing if it will grow, but if it works
properly, you will soon be growing Ms. Bateman's hair on your head. She has
opted to retain her own where she can so we have discarded of yours in line
with the clauses in the agreement."
I blubbed softly through my pillow-like fattened lips, staring at myself in
the mirror. I was still recognisably me, but now I had her breasts, her
face... even her old vagina and womb! This madman had actually taken her
womb and put it inside me in place of my own!
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your beautiful outfit," Jackie piped up.
"Yours is here for when you're healed up and ready to go."
Grinning like a shark, she held up her pink satin blouse, leather trousers,
a tiny leopard print thong and a bra with cups like cereal bowls and straps
like seatbelts. As the doctor left, she approached me and dropped the
clothes on my stomach.
"Get used to these, bitch," she hissed, before wrapping my face in her
musty, sweaty blouse as I screamed through her vocal cords, crying out for
help...
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