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Crazy Twin Sister Chapter 9
Crazy twin sister tricks her twin brother who got the family inheritance
to go to a costume party dressed as each other. She has him drugged,
checks him in to a mental hospital as her and pays off the doctor and
staff to keep her brother there. In this chapter, a clear-minded Brian
makes a desperation visit to his old office looking for help.
Chapter 9
Back at the motel, Brian dared not go to sleep, fearing that he'd wake up
back in the hell that was his Brianna personality. He waited for Crystal
to crash into her bed. Then, went to the bathroom and washed off his
makeup. He was chagrinned to see how the hormones had softened and
feminized his facial features. Even without makeup, he looked like a
woman with his thin arched eyebrows, plump cupid-bow lips, and smooth
skin. His long blonde hair didn't help either.
He picked out the least slutty dress in his closet -- a tight-fitting
(did he have any other kind?) black sheath that touched the top of his
knees. He grabbed his purse, and carried his heels as slipped quietly out
of the room.
His office was all the way in midtown but he'd been smart enough to hold
back some of his earnings from Mookie so that he had enough for a cab.
The taxi dropped him off in front of the 10-story building that housed
his family's lucrative financial firm. The street was crowded with
commuters bustling on their way to their workplaces. Brian couldn't wait
to see Mr. Bartleby and explain this whole sordid mess. He'd make sure
his sister went to jail and he'd expose that corrupt hospital.
It was a little after 9 AM when he entered the building. Most of the
workers had already gone up to the office. The lobby was quiet.
"Hold on, Miss. Do you have a pass?" asked the old guard in front of the
elevator bank.
Brian's building pass was in his wallet, which his sister had happily
absconded with on the night of the party.
"Hi Ralph. Don't you recognize me?" Brian chirped as innocently as
possible.
The guard put on his eyeglasses. "Miss Wilson? Is that you?"
"Yes, it's me, Ralph. I'm just here to see Mr. Bartleby."
"Is he expecting you?"
"No. This is a last minute thing." Brian's mind was still working slower
than usual. In fact, he was starting to feel a little mentally slower as
the coke wore off.
"I'm sorry Miss Wilson. Without a pass, I can't let you up," said Ralph.
"Please. Please Ralph. I just need five minutes with Mr. Bartleby. He'll
want to hear what I have to say," Brian begged.
"Okay, calm down. I'll call upstairs and see if he'll see you."
"Thank you so much, Ralph," Brian exclaimed.
Ralph picked up the lobby phone and dialed. Brian could only hear one
side of the conversation.
"I have a Miss Wilson down here to see Mr. Bartleby."
"Yes, I said MISS Wilson."
"Hospital? I guess she's out."
"Uh, uh...she don't look crazy."
Ralph hung up the phone.
"Sorry, Miss Wilson ..."
Brian could hear the conversation wasn't going well for him. As soon as
the elevator doors opened, he hustled in. The doors closed just as he
heard the guard yell, "Hey, Wait!"
His heart beating rapidly, Brian was exhilarated that he got past the
first hurdle. He nervously twirled a strand of blonde hair around his
index finger as he rode the elevator up to the 10th floor.
When the door opened, he was met by Ken Jenkins. Jenkins was the COO of
the company, but he had taken over most of Brian's executive duties after
"Brian" supposedly took his leave to Europe. "Hello Brianna. I haven't
seen you since the Halloween party last year," he greeted the real
company CEO.
"Hi Ken. I'm here to see Mr. Bartleby," replied Brian, trying to act as
normal as possible.
"Bartleby's in a meeting. Why don't you come with me to my office. We can
wait for him there," suggested Jenkins.
Brian followed Jenkins across the office floor. He felt every curious eye
in the office on him. He imagined hearing whispers: "Is that the crazy
sister?" "What's she doing here? I thought she was in the looney bin."
"Brian is such a nice guy. It's such a shame he has a crazy sister." "Can
you believe she told everyone she was her brother at the party?"
Brian sat in a chair directly in front of Jenkins' desk, crossing his
legs automatically. He blushed when he saw the man sneak a peak at his
shapely legs.
"So Brianna, you look good. Healthy, I mean. I guess the rest in the
hospital really did some good," commented Jenkins.
"That's what I want to speak with Mr. Bartleby about. The whole thing
with the hospital was a mistake," said Brian.
"I see. So. Do you still think that you're Brian?"
Brian gave his best Brianna giggle. "He-he-he. How silly, Ken. Of course
not. Do I look like my brother?"
Flustered, Jenkins excused himself. "Let me check to see if Bartleby's
meeting is over yet. Just wait here."
Brian knew Jenkins was only stalling, but he had to somehow get Bartleby
alone and tell his story. He knew it would sound crazy but he also knew
that Bartleby was a stickler for details and would thoroughly check out
every part of the story. He was sure that Bartleby would discover
something that Brianna forgot and see that he was telling the truth.
Then, Brian noticed a button on Jenkins' desk phone light up. Someone was
making an outgoing call from the outer office of his secretary. Brian got
up and silently picked up the receiver.
He heard his own former voice: "You have reached the voice mail of Brian
Wilson, CEO of Wilson Financial. I'm currently out of the country on
leave. Please contact the main office for all business concerns. If this
is a personal call, please leave a message and I will get right back to
you as soon as possible."
Then he heard Jenkins: "Brian, it's Ken. I'm sorry to bother you but your
sister, Brianna, just showed up at the office asking to speak to
Bartleby. I'm not sure what to do. Did you know she was released from the
hospital? Please call me back right away."
Brian carefully replaced the receiver. He had to see Bartleby before his
sister got that message.
Jenkins returned to the room, looking sheepish. "Looks like the meeting
is dragging on. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, tea?"
Brian thought quickly. "Do you still have that fancy cappuccino machine
in the break room? I could go and make myself one."
Jenkins quickly stood up. "No. That's okay. I'll get it for you. You stay
here."
Brian gave him a big smile. "That's so kind of you, Ken. Thank you."
He waited a couple of minutes after Ken left. Then he got up and
furtively sneaked out of the man's office. Bartleby's office was on the
other side of the building. Brian would have to negotiate his way across
the floor without being stopped by any of the curious co-workers.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Brianna was in a panic after listening to
Jenkins' phone message. She angrily called Dr. DeVille. "I thought you
said the conditioning is permanent!"
"What are you talking about?"
"My brother. He just showed up at the office! This is terrible."
"I told you this was experimental and that he might have relapses. Don't
worry. Tell me where he is and I'll send Harley and Marcus to pick him
up. We'll say she escaped."
"Ok, hurry. Get him before he talks to anyone who can help him," she
demanded.
"Don't worry. The guys are out in the wagon already. They'll be there in
minutes and bring him back here for re-education."
Cathy, the receptionist, was standing in the hallway ahead. Knowing how
loud and chatty she is, Brian wanted to avoid her at all costs so he
ducked into the nearest ladies' rest room. As he waited, he couldn't
avoid looking at himself in the mirror. He automatically opened his purse
and took out his red lipstick. As he dabbed color onto his lips, he
wondered if the coke was wearing off. Was Brianna regaining control?
He stuck his head back into the hall and saw that Cathy was gone. He
quietly slipped past the remaining cubicles to Bartleby's office. He
didn't recognize the secretary there. She must be new.
"Hi, is Mr. Bartleby available?" he asked.
"Oh, hello Miss," replied the young woman. "Mr. Bartleby is on a business
trip. He won't be back until next week.
Jenkins was lying! Bartleby wasn't even in the office!
Brian composed himself. "Okay, thank you. Would you leave him a message?
Please tell him he needs to call Brian Wilson for an audit of the
Municipal Union account." Brian was fairly sure that Brianna would have
no idea of the intricacies of that investment and perhaps will trip
herself up, or at least arouse Bartleby's suspicions.
Before the woman could reply, he heard Jenkins calling from down the
hall. "Brianna! I told you to wait in my office."
"Remember, it's the Municipal Union account," said Brian before
scampering the other way to escape Jenkins.
The elevator was up ahead. He was going to escape. Just as he got there,
the light above goes on and the doors open.
Standing in the elevator, and nearly filling the entire box with their
big bodies, were Harley and Marcus, in their white orderly uniforms.
Brian froze. Then turned around just as Jenkins came up behind him.
"Now stay calm, Brianna," said Jenkins in a soothing voice. "These nice
men are here to take you back to the hospital. Please don't cause a
commotion."
"No! You don't understand. I'm not Brianna," cried a panicked Brian, as
he felt two massive hands grab both of his weak arms.
"Don' worry none. We be takin' good care of her," Harley told Jenkins as
the two orderlies pulled Brian backwards into the elevator car.
Marcus took out a hypodermic needle and injected Brian in the arm.
"That'll calm her down," he said.
Brian regained consciousness strapped to a wheelchair in the back of an
ambulance with Harley hovering over him. "Doc sez to bring ya back to the
hospital right away so we don't have time to stop and fuck around with ya
like last time," sneered the orderly. Brian tested the straps. He was
tightly secured.
"Oh fuck it," said Harley as he lowered his scrubs and stood before the
wheel-chaired Brian. "You gotz time to give me a blowjob before we get
there."
Brian felt his lips tremble at the sight of Harley's huge cock. No. No.
No. Brianna was back. Maybe not the total control she had earlier, but
enough that Brian's body was reacting erotically to the stimulation of a
dominant male cock.
Brian submissively opened his mouth without being told, leaned forward
and took the head of Harley's dick between his lips.
"That's a good slut," sneered Harley. "You missed my cock, didn't you?"
Brian moaned, "yesssss," and sucked harder until Harley blew his load
just as the ambulance pulled up to the front door of the hospital. He
swallowed the thick seed.
In a daze, he found himself being rolled into reception.
"Back so soon?" laughed Nurse Louse, looking down at him and shaking her
head. "You must like it here. Take her to the exam room and get her
ready. The Doc needs to give her a tuneup."
Brian was back in the gynecological chair, lying back with his legs
spread high and apart, securely fastened to the stirrups. As he lay there
waiting for Dr. DeVille, Marcus reached down and squeezed Brian's right
tit. "Oh, I missed these," he smiled. Brian squirmed. He felt so
helpless.
Harley went around the end of the table between Brian's upturned legs. He
reached under Brian's skirt and pulled his panties aside. Then he poked a
thick finger into Brian's ass. "She still has a tight cunt," laughed
Harley.
The more they played with him, the more they molested him, the more he
regressed back to the Brianna personality. He moaned femininely.
"I see we had a slight relapse, did we not?" asked the doctor as he
entered the room.
"Nurse, please pull down the top of her dress and remove her bra. I need
to examine the patient," said DeVille.
He walked over a table and picked up a hemostatic clamp. "Now dear. Let's
see how much you regressed. What is your name?"
"Brianna!" Bryan screamed it out.
"Are you sure? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"No...Yes, my name is Brianna," cried Brian.
DeVille clicked the clamp closed and open just above Brian's right nipple
tip. "It would be a shame for me to hurt these magnificent breasts if
you're not telling me the truth."
"I'm Brianna," muttered Brian.
"Tut, tut, tut, tut. Sorry dear but I still don't believe you." Deville
caught the tip of Brian's nipple in the clamp and squeezed.
EEEEEEEEE, screamed Brian. "I'm Brianna, doc, pleeeeese let me show you.
I'll suck your cock. I want you to fuck me. Use me. I'm just a trashy
whore."
DeVille released Brian's nipple. "It seems that the conditioning in still
mostly intact." Then to Nurse Louse, "tell the sister he just needs a
little tune up but he's still under the control of his programming. We'll
take him back to his pimp when we are done."
Then to the orderlies. "You can have your fun with the patient. Bring her
to my office in an hour for some private therapy."
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