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Bad Karma Part 8 - Shifting Relationships Lauren decided not to go straight back home to the Goodridge family residence. Instead she asked the Uber take her back to Oscar's flat. She already had a key and she had money in Dan's wallet in his trousers that were still in the dressing room, so Lauren was able to pay the fare without relying on charity from her faux mother. After the driver left, Lauren decided to spend a little time snooping around Oscar's flat. She'd been there several times previously of course, but on each other occasion (apart for when she was hurriedly getting ready) Oscar was there in one guise or another. She was curious about him since she'd agreed to this revenge plan so readily and had not thought of the consequences for both her and the other people involved in it. Now she was starting to think in a different way, she was suspicious of her co-conspirator. Lauren headed into Oscar's bedroom and began searching around. His mask making room and dressing area she was already well familiar with, but she had never been into his bedroom before. On the walls were several photographs, including one from about a decade ago of Oscar with another younger woman, smiling and arm in arm. Although the photo showed two young women, Lauren could tell that the one on the left was actually Oscar. He wasn't wearing a mask there and she could see through the makeup that he had on to perceive the features beneath. Lauren wondered who the young woman was. A friend maybe or a lover were two guesses but when she looked more closely at the woman she noted that the two shared many common features. A relative then. Oscar had never introduced her to Dan, but then why would he? Lauren started searching through the drawers. Most had a combination of male or female close within them, but one drawer in the vanity table had a folder in it which was marked "Marcus Goodridge". Oscar had told her that he was getting revenge on Jasmine, so why would he have a folder on Marcus? Background information was one possibility. Still Lauren was nosey enough to want to check what was in this folder. Lauren read the notes contained in the folder from cover to cover. They seemed to involve the investigation into the death of a young lady by the name of Maria Hemingway. So the woman was a relative of Oscar's. The official report said that it was death by misadventure. There seemed to be a lot of other details all about a nature reserve and an office development, but Lauren couldn't quite connect all the pieces in the file. Why had Oscar lied to her and not told her the truth? It was something she was going to have to chew on overnight. She decided that she wouldn't go back to the Goodridge's residence until the next morning whilst she considered the implications of all of this. Lauren found a pale blue teddy in Oscar's drawers and then started to slip out of her glorious Prom dress to get ready for bed. Besides, there was one more thing that she wanted to sort out the following morning when she awoke. *********** Jasmine was worried. Her partner in crime had not come home last night and she needed to talk with her. She'd not answered her mobile and all the texts that she'd sent had gone unanswered. Now it was possible that she had just had a wonderful time and Lauren's boyfriend had taken her home and given her a night of passion. However Jasmine knew that her new daughter was not keen on such an idea, so alternative less pleasant possibilities started to spring to her mind. She paced up and down wondering what to do. She couldn't call the police, she certainly did not want their attention on them at this time. Perhaps the mob whom Jasmine owed money to had kidnapped her? The front door opened and Jasmine dashed out of the lounge to check who it was. She was relieved to see that it was Jasmine in her prom dress striding down the hallway. "How was your night sweetie?" she asked but Lauren just barged past her and ignored her. "Where have you been?" She turned hands on her hips, just like a worried mother would do. "Why do you care?" Either Lauren was really getting into Lauren's character or something was really up. "Because we are in this together," Jasmine replied. She needed Lauren on side. "Are we? When exactly were you going to tell me about Maria?" Lauren said, hands on her hips. Jasmine thought that she looked cute when she was angry. How in the hell did she find out about Maria? "Calm down Lauren. Let's talk about this!" Jasmine told her faux daughter. "Oh now you want to talk. Now that I've discovered your secret." Clearly Lauren was not calm at all. She needed to know how Lauren had discovered the truth. It was important. "Look, I'm sorry I lied to you. How did you find out?" Lauren marched into the lounge and flumped onto the sofa in a most unladylike way. She would really need to watch that sort of behaviour Jasmine decided as she slowly smoothed her skirt behind her before sitting next to her pretend daughter. "I went through your drawers," Lauren said arms folded in a defensive manner. So that's where she got to last night. "You found the file then?" The statement said all it needed to so as to keep the conversation going. "Obviously!" Lauren had started to sound like a real stroppy teenager, but Jasmine wasn't sure that this was acting. "I can't trust you Oscar." This was quite a breach of trust using Jasmine's other name like that when someone else could be around. Her partner was becoming less reliable by the minute. "Stay in character, even though there's no one else here!" Jasmine hissed back. Seeing Lauren stiffen at that she decided to go softer. "Look it was painful for me. Painful memories and I didn't want to expose them again in the open. I lied because .... it was easier and it didn't really matter to you why I was doing this." "It does to the real Jasmine though doesn't it? You took her life away and she had done nothing against you!" Lauren accused. She was being very difficult. "It's not like my doppelganger is a saint you know. She is having an affair with her tennis coach and she's borrowed money from the mob," Jasmine hit back. "Neither of which hurt you though do they?" Lauren pressed. The conversation was getting uncomfortable. "No, but it's a means to an end and I need to get the evidence that Marcus arranged for my sister to be killed. She deserves justice." Jasmine was almost crying at this point. "I don't disagree with that last point, but your methods are all wrong." Lauren got up suddenly and started to waltz out the lounge. Taken by surprise, Jasmine had no option but to follow as her daughter climbed the stairs. "Where are you going? We haven't finished this discussion," Jasmine wanted to know. "I'm going to free the captives. This is all wrong!" Lauren stated firmly as she finished her ascent. Jasmine was horrified. This couldn't be happening - Maria wouldn't get her justice and they would both be thrown in jail! *********** The real Lauren was bored and irritated at being cooped up with her mother in their own panic room. According to her watch the prom would have been well over by now and she missed her chance to shine with her gorgeous boyfriend and then consummate their relationship. Somehow this had to be all her mother's fault "How could you have let these women attack me?" she accused her mother. "Sweetie, I would defend you with my life, but they caught me by surprise with something that knocked me out," her mother replied reasonably. "You ate all the cereal and took most of the milk that's in the fridge," Lauren changed attack. She had a morning routine and it was being disrupted. She hated that and she hated this room. Why had her father even built this stupid place anyway? "I left you some Lauren. There wasn't that much to start with." "Daddy would have saved me if he was here," Lauren continued the attack. "Your father is rarely here. Do you really think that he cares about you?" "Of course he does. Daddy buys me most of the things I want," Lauren knew that she was on safer ground here. As an only child her father had indulged her when she was young. "Your father has always tried to buy your love sweetie. I've always tried to earn it." Her mother continued to seem reasonable. "As you said he's not around much. He does what he can," Lauren continued to defend her father. Her mother was trying to muddy her father's name. He was after all a successful businessman who gave her what she wanted. "He's been trying to buy your love for years, honey. I'm sorry to see he's succeeding. You are better than that Lauren. Did you never wonder why?" Lauren was just about to retort when the door to the panic room started to open. Neither of them were ready and instead of charging the person opening it, they turned flat footed before they could react. *********** Lauren, the fake one that is, was faced with the real one and the back of the real Jasmine within the panic room. The real Jasmine turned as quickly as she could and as she spun the real Lauren launched herself past her mother at her doppelganger. "Bitch!" She shouted as she moved. Lauren had wanted just to talk and explain and was not prepared for the sudden spring towards her. She only just had enough time to brace herself before the full weight of an angry teenagers bundled into her and started to feebly hit her. That was not too bad and didn't hurt much, it was only when the real Lauren started to pull the faux Lauren's hair that the trouble started. Lauren heard her partner in crime mutter the words Oh shit out loud as the hair was pulled up and started to pull the glue away from her face a little, or at least so he thought. "See she's a fake!" the real Lauren screamed. Lauren knew that the mask wasn't going to hold on for long and she heard a ripping sound at the back of her head as she tried to pacify the other young woman. This was not the plan but it might work. She managed to get a hold of the real Lauren's arms and twist them behind her back, but even as she did so most of the mask came away from her face revealing the dark tresses of another woman under a wig cap beneath. "Kylie!" Lauren heard Jasmine's stunned tones call her name and she turned to see Jasmine training a gun on her real duplicate. This morning after waking up as Lauren, she had removed the mask and carefully glued the Kylie mask firmly on her face with strong glue, applied a wig cap on Kylie's tresses before lightly fitting the Lauren mask over the top. The Lauren mask would come off, but she had planned that the Kylie mask would stay on. Her plan had succeeded, albeit she was hoping to do the reveal herself. Now she worried about exactly what the permanence of the glue she had applied to the Kylie mask would be. "Put that away. We're not shooting anyone. We all need to talk here," Kylie told Jasmine in her breathy voice, though she was disappointed that her partner in crime did not obey. She sighed and turned to face the young woman in her arms. "A lot happened last night in your life and you need to be made aware. The consequences of your years of selfishness have come back to haunt you. I have done my best to salvage what I can from the wreckage, but there's going to be changes." "Don't think I don't know that you were out to wreck my life imposter! Kylie is it? Well you're going to jail," the real Lauren spat back. Somehow, Kylie decided that this was not going to be as easy as she'd hoped. "You're going straight back in there. Her too whilst I think," Jasmine told the real women and Kylie. She waggled the gun to emphasize her point. Kylie had not expected this from her partner in crime, but seeing the determined look on his face, she had no choice but to obey and go into the panic room with the other two ladies. The two real women glared at her as they waited whilst the door slammed, sealing them back into the vault. Then she heard the crash of the furniture falling down over the entrance, effectively sealing them in for good. So much for my good intentions. Kylie thought to herself. She felt her new mask. It was sealed on tight and there was no way that it was coming off anytime soon. She would be stuck as Kylie now until she could find a way to get some solvent to remove it. *********** Jasmine eyed the imposter up suspiciously. The escape bid had not gone as well as she'd hoped, but then again it had succeeded in causing a split in the criminal's loyalties to each other. Perhaps she decided that she could use this to her advantage. "This was all her plan wasn't it?" she said gently to the newcomer who nodded in affirmation. "She drew you into this and now she's going to try and steal our money all for herself!" The other woman, still wearing Lauren's ball gown looked up in surprise. "No, that was never the plan. We were supposed to be taking revenge but she lied to me about what she was up to. I'm not sure that I can trust her now," Kylie told them. "I just wanted to take something precious from Lauren. A single night that means everything to a young woman, but even that went wrong," Kylie admitted sadly. "The other young ladies in her Alpha female pack turned on her. Then her boyfriend admitted that really he was gay and didn't love her before the local nerds who'd she'd bullied for years went out and got their revenge on her. Lauren, your life was a mess even before I took it over and was already heading for a car crash." "No it wasn't!" Lauren bit back automatically. "It was. Did you not wonder why all of your supposed friends cancelled the limo on you? They turned on you, led by your bitch of an ex-friend Fiona." "She never did," Lauren was in denial, but Kylie could see that she knew the truth deep down. "She did, plus Sally, Gabrielle and all the rest of the bitch set went along with her. She's had a bee in her bonnet about you for years." "How do you know all this anyway? I have no idea who you are and what I'm supposed to have done to you," Lauren went on the offensive. "No you don't. You've been through life wrecking others' lives and never thought about the consequences of it on them did you?" Kylie pressed. "Who are you talking about?" Lauren demanded. "Colin," She replied and waited for it to sink in. "What that nerd? They don't really count," Lauren replied. "Nerds are people too Lauren and they are clever. He can help you with your schoolwork to get good grades," Kylie told her seriously. "I don't need to get grades I have my friends ..." Lauren trailed off, realising the earlier conversation contradicted that. "You do. If you are going to be a success in life then you need to think Lauren. You're a clever girl, its just that since you've been consumed with vanity, fashion and being in the 'in crowd' you've just not tried. You can do so again before it's too late and I've opened the door for you now." "You what? What have you done?" Lauren narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I've set you up with Colin as a tutor," Kylie said. "More too if you want. He's quite nice really if you stop insulting him and can get past the geekiness." "You have no right," Lauren almost screeched. This was not going as well as Kylie hoped at the moment. "I took the action I needed to do so as to give you a chance. Your life was falling apart and now there is hope for your future." "What if I don't want a future?" Lauren was just being plain stubborn now. Kylie could never have duplicated that level of obstinateness in her playing the part. "You care about what happens to my daughter! Why?" Jasmine interjected, suddenly she seemed interested in the exchange. "Lauren went off the rails some years ago. I don't know why, but she hurt a large number of people in the process. I admit that she hurt me and I was thirsting for revenge, hence why I agreed to take her place with .... err the other Jasmine. Now I understand though that it wasn't right and I took steps to help her," Kylie explained. "I'd wanted to explain all this calmly to everyone but then Lauren overreacted and my ex-partner also did," She shrugged. "Mother, you are not taking HER side now are you?" Lauren said indignantly. "I think I might have an idea what caused her change in behaviour and its all my fault," Jasmine said sadly. "Well?" Kylie asked after a long pause. Jasmine just shook her head. "Not now. We've still got to get out of here and sort that bitch replacing me." *********** Marcus rammed his dick into Meredith's pussy from behind forcefully and she moaned in response to his hard thrust. It was his third screw this morning with her following several the night before when he had arrived from the restaurant. He loved being in control and exerting himself on a compliant woman, but he was worried that he was taking a very long time to come. Normally he'd have shot his load into the woman he was with by now, but having had sex so many times over the last twelve hours it was likely that he'd shot most of his cum already. Whilst his dick was at full mast and willing, he worried that he had no ammo left within his balls. He was no spring chicken anymore and whilst he could do these marathon sessions as a teenager, in his forties it was a different story. He watched as his dick slid into and out of her pussy easily. She'd been wet and hungry for him from the go-get and he couldn't let his blue-eyed beauty down now. Meredith was so much more compliant and easy going than his cheating treacherous wife. Still the worry remained and he couldn't seem to be out of fuel in his tank. Another five minutes went by and although Marcus was physically fit, he was beginning to tire. Meredith had seemingly cum twice during the ride and Marcus decided that she'd had the value for money here. He hated doing it, but he decided that this time he would have to fake orgasming. It was not something he'd done much before and it was kind of cheating but the facts of getting older were there. He grunted and thrust harder and harder for several minutes and then made the noises like he was coming before pulling out quickly so that she didn't notice that he was soft now. He turned away from her so that she wouldn't see his softening member as he scrambled of all fours from the bed. "That was wonderful again darling. You have so much energy," Meredith cooed from the bed. Marcus was feeling pleased with himself after having put his bitch wife in her place last night and the compliment massaged his ego wonderfully. "So were you. It's not hard to perform when you have such a sexy co- star," He replied. He wondered how quickly he'd be able to get Jasmine out of the family home and install Meredith there instead. Realistically the lawyer had told him that the quickest he would be able to get a divorce through was six weeks. The hot shot lawyer, who Marcus had known for years, was trying to get the case seen by Judge Mandelson. His court was well renowned it seemed to be most unsympathetic towards adulterers. That would just about seal it with his treacherous wife. Lauren would have to like her new step-mother else he would ship her off to college or find a nice rich young man to marry her off to and keep her in line. Marcus noted that as he stopped thinking about Meredith's lovely body, his friend had started to droop. This was good news as she wouldn't notice his deception. "I have an appointment on the golf course in an hour, so I'd better get going Merry dear," He told her as he rooted around for his underwear amongst the pile of mixed sex clothing on the floor. "Oh, you sure you can't stay and go for another hole in one here." Meredith wiggled her arse at him seductively. Tempting though her lovely behind was, he was already out of ammo and he didn't want to have to fake it again. He started to get dressed again. "No sorry, this is an old business associate whom I need to tap up to get some information. It's quite important. I'll be back tonight though recharged," He told her. He didn't really want to go back to the house at the moment. There was sure to be an atmosphere with Jasmine and he didn't want a shouting match. Besides, he was sure he'd have recharged his batteries by then. He finished dressing and kissed her on the cheek as she slipped her barely there pink lacy panties and bra on. "Oh I'll look forward to it darling," Meredith cooed. Marcus moved to kiss her fully on the lips with tongues and took the opportunity to feel up her magnificent tits one last time. They were so soft and squidgy and begging for more of his attention, but alas that would need to wait. His business associate would be able to help him delay Jasmine's supplies for her jewellery manufacturing and the thought of screwing her over one last time amused him. He blew Merry a kiss as he dashed quickly out the door to his Range Rover. Today was going to be the first day of his freedom from his bitch of a wife. *********** Dean Sanderson was early for his meeting with Meredith. A good couple of hours early actually but he knew that she would be happy to see him now that their plans were coming to fruition. She'd texted him to warn him that Marcus had come over unexpectedly and to wait until she gave the all clear. Instead Dean decided to keep a watch on her flat instead and surprise her once he'd seen Marcus leave. He'd had to wait around half an hour before he spotted Marcus leave and go get into his Range Rover. Their mark had failed to shut the outer door properly and with the latch down it had not closed, but bounced back a little way open. Without the need to knock Dean decided to go up and push the door so that he could sneak up behind her and give her a beautiful surprise. "Fuck it's hot in this," Meredith's voice came from with the flat. It was her voice but it didn't sound like her mild mannered nature. Dean looked in through the gap. The raven haired beauty was dressed only in a matched pink lacy bra and panty set. The panty was partially see through and he could make out the black pussy hairs behind it. There was no way that she could actually be hot wearing just that, although Dean had to admit that she looked hot wearing it. He was itching to go in and fuck her, but he paused for a second. "I need to get this off an wash all the semen out of it. Fuck and now I need to pee too!" Meredith continued to grumble to herself. Something was odd to Dean. Her manner was all wrong and he couldn't quite understand the urgency of washing her panties. If they were stained surely she would just change them and put the soiled lingerie in the dirty linen basket? Dean spied Meredith head into her toilet, then sit on it, before pulling her pink panties down. As she thought she was alone she left the toilet door open and Dean got a good view of everything. Not that he hadn't seen her lovely pussy before, but it was odd watching a woman actually go to the toilet. "Come on you fucker," Meredith seemed to be having some sort of trouble though Dean couldn't quite understand what. As she sat on the toilet she unlatched her arms from the straps of her lacy pink bra, spun it around and unhooked it freeing her marvellous breasts from their prison. The bra was discarded to the floor and Meredith began massaging her breasts with both hands. Was this what women did when they were alone? Dean was getting quite turned on watching her. "Oh that still feels nice," she cooed. Dean watched her revel in her own pleasure for a few minutes and he was tempted to touch his own cock in response. "Shit, I can't tity-fuck myself I gotta get on before that other sap arrives," Meredith said aloud. Sap? Did she mean him? What was going on here? Meredith stopped massaging her breasts and eventually he could hear the tinkle of pee going into the toilet. She got up and didn't bother wiping herself down with toilet paper like Dean had heard that most women did after peeing. Instead she got up and started to feel under the hair at the back of her head. Things were getting stranger for Dean as he heard the ripping sound of velcro and Meredith pulled her hair off, revealing that it was actually a wig and that she had the velcro hooks taped onto the top of her head. Had she lost her hair for some reason? Did she have alopecia? She disappeared out of view for a few moments before coming back into view standing looking away from him next to the bath without the dark wig. Once again she felt around the back of her head and then struggling she unzipped a near invisible zip down from the back of her head to the base of her spine. Dean could see that Meredith's skin beneath the back split where the zip had opened a little was darker beneath. So it wasn't really Meredith, but some other woman beneath the second skin that she was wearing. \Carefully she removed the rings that were on each hand and put them on the little shelf above the wash basin. Both fascinated and horrified Dean watched as Meredith slid the other skin away from her body, inching herself out of the arms a bit at a time. The lovely hands that emerged from the left sleeve were less nice looking with short bitten nails on them. Also Dean noted that the woman beneath had a corset tightened as far as it would go under the skin to help give her the narrow waist that Dean so loved. She was obviously not the curvy beauty that Dean had thought she was. He couldn't see the front of the suit as it flopped down until the woman had it down as far as her hips, and then he saw something that puzzled him. The front of the skin was now low enough that he could see the inside of the suit's front was flat with electronic sensors on it. Additionally there was a thin capillary tube that was connected to the inside breast on each side that seemed to head back up now towards her crotch. Dean couldn't understand why she would need this, she wasn't lactating after all. It was only when she turned sideways to but her back foot up onto the bath that Dean got a better view and his jaw dropped. 'Meredith's' pussy was hanging forward and it had two pouches connected to the back. One of which the two tubes connected to. The other Dean could see had the top of the shaft of a penis inserted into it. Meredith wasn't a woman in disguise at all ... she was actually a man. Dean wanted to be sick. Unbeknownst to him, he'd been fucking a man for months. He struggled to avoid throwing up, knowing it would alert the man. He carried on watching fascinated and appalled in equal measure. The man carefully extracted his penis from the latex tube that had been its prison no doubt for some time. Drops of cum dribbled onto the bathroom floor both from the other tube attached to Meredith's vagina as well as the man's penis which now hung limp in front of him. "Better fill the twins up first," the man said in Meredith's voice. He went to the bathroom cabinet and extracted a bottle with a nozzle from it before picking a rubber stopper from the back of the breast and then inserting the nozzle into a hole in the squeezing the bottle. Once done he closed the stopper and discarded the bottle. The man then repeated the task with another bottle on the other breast. "There, all loaded up ready to be moist for my man." Meredith's laugh was sinister rather than the light musical laugh that Dean was accustomed to. Meredith then started to strip the false skin from the rest of her legs and left the skin in the bath. He then began to run the realistic looking skin under the taps of the bath, paying special attention to douche out the other tube behind Meredith's pussy. Dean assumed that this was her fake vagina and that it was filled with Marcus' sperm from a heavy session. It was all quite disgusting. When he had finished, the fake Meredith hung the suit to dry on a rack. "Better take these off before I clean myself," Meredith's imposter mumbled to herself. He untied the ties of the corset and eased the device off his midriff and slung it on the floor. Then Dean could see the imposter reach into his mouth and remove a set of dentures and put them in a glass on the shelf. Meredith's glistening smile was as fake as the rest of her. Next he bent down over the sink and fiddled with his eyes to remove something from each of them and place whatever it was in to a container on the shelf. When she once more looked in the mirror, Dean could see that Meredith's face now had brown eyes and a missing tooth. Behind the false woman the torso was hanging down and Dean could still see the innards of Meredith's pussy connected to the outside, the fake labia taunting him. I can't believe that I fucked that! Dean wanted to be sick again. He continued to watch in horror and fascination as the man started to remove the Meredith mask from his face. It was a slow process, teasing the fake skin from his own as the glue that had held the mask to his own skin only gave up reluctantly. Eventually it all came off and the man pulled the Meredith mask away. Traces of eyeliner and lipstick were still on his face as well as patches of glue, but even still Dean recognised it as the face of Meredith's ex-boyfriend Donald Trent. The mask fell to the floor and Dean could see that there was some electronic gizmo in the neck of the mask. Why the hell was Donald Trent doing pretending to be Meredith, Dean wondered to himself and more importantly where was the real Merry? Donald Trent stepped into the bath and turned on the shower, proceeding to soap himself up including soaping up his penis which increasingly started to stiffen. "Oh I love you Marcus," Donald said in a breathy voice. It was definitely no longer Meredith's and now his words became downright creepy as he pumped his cock. "Oh you're so big Marcus." Donald chuckled to himself whilst continuing to wank himself off. "Such a big sap. Pity you're not going to live more than a month or two after the wedding." Donald chuckled and grunted in equal measure. "Of course I'm sure that I can play the grieving widow pretty well," Donald shot hit load into the tiles of the bathroom wall as he showered and then washed his semen off before getting out and fetching a towel to dry first himself and then the Meredith skin. Donald started with the mask first. He eased the mask onto his head once again and then applied glue to his face under the mask with a stick and pressed it down all over. He tested all sorts of facial expressions with the mask to ensure it was firmly attached and once satisfied he spoke. "Testing, testing, one, two, three," It was Meredith's voice that was once again the only voice coming from Donald's mouth. Next Donald picked up the corset, fitted it around his midriff and tightened it before doing up the laces around the front. Donald then washed the contact lenses in a solution and fitted them back in his eyes making them bright vibrant blue once more. This was followed by fitting the dentures that gave Meredith her smile over his own teeth. It was so creepy. Despite Meredith's makeup needing a repair it was now her face looking back at him in the mirror. Donald put the lid down on the toilet and sat on it so that he could pull the legs of the suit up on his own like a pair of tights. Once the suit was to his waist he grunted as he fiddled with his bits to put his cock shaft back into the pouch. There was quite a lot of fiddling about and grunting whilst Donald got the two pouches in the right positions, the one with his cock pushed back next to the vaginal tube between his legs. Then he pulled up the padded hip and butt part over his own and tucked the flaps around the bum into his own anus with his finger. He took some more glue and applied it around his nipple area. Next he attached a thread via a safety pin to the tiny zipper and eased his arms into the Meredith's skins arms, ensuring that all the air pockets were smoothed out and that his fingers aligned correctly with each of hers. Then he pinched the top of the suit together with one of Meredith's manicured hands and found the safety pin behind him to pull the thread up so as to zip himself up at the back. Now that it was fully to the top he removed the safety pin and adjusted his breasts so they were completely aligned and held them there lightly until the glue dried. Once he was satisfied he got up and jumped up and down on the spot. The net result of which was that Meredith's beautiful yet fake tits started to bounce up and down just like a real woman's would. Meredith grinned at herself in the mirror. "Good enough to fool the other sap. I wonder if he'll want to do me anally today," The fake Meredith wiggled her butt seductively and laughed an evil laugh. She disappeared and came back to the bathroom with her hair attached and a fresh pair of blue lacy panties and bra in hand. Before she put the panties on, she fingered her pussy to check that everything was in place inside her. Dean would have been turned on if this was a real woman, but knowing what he did now, he was not now. She fitted the bra and then slid her rings back on. "Looks like my makeup is going to need a retouch," The fake Meredith went and fetched her handbag and started to apply cosmetics to her fake face. He didn't have any answers right now, but Dean knew that he needed to get out of there before Meredith came back and saw the door. He headed some way away from the building before texting 'Meredith's' phone to say that something had come up and he'd be late. 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