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Crazy Twin Sister Chapter 12
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 feminize and condition him to be a bimbo whore. In this chapter,
Brian tricks Brianna into making an important admission on tape, but he
still has problems trying to break free of the sordid life in which his
sister trapped him. He risks telling his roommate Crystal about his
plight. Chapter features another crossover with "Undercover Vice Cop"
tale.
Chapter 12
Brian looked ridiculous as he fled the stage after recognizing his sister
in the audience. The crowd laughed watching his body jiggle all over as
he scampered in his hooker heels across the stage, holding his bouncing
boobs in his hands. He raced down the hallway to the dressing room, with
Brianna closely following. He felt surprisingly clear-headed after the
mental shock of seeing his sister again, especially after dancing topless
on stage.
Brianna found her brother frantically fiddling in his purse.
"Brian!" she called.
He did his best to ignore her. He put his purse down on the dressing
table, found his tight black mesh top and pulled it over his bra-less
torso.
"Stop what you're doing and look at me," demanded Brianna.
Brian tried to break free of the bimbo persona that was still trying to
exert itself. I'm not a silly, ridiculous little girly girl sissy, am I?
I'm supposed to be submissive to strong men and woman, he thought. His
confusion was evident as he stared into Brianna's face.
"Don't be afraid. I just want you to tell me why you went to the office
yesterday."
Office? She knows I went to the office? Of course, who else called those
orderlies from the hospital? Thinking quickly, he replied, "I went to
Daddy's office. He tattooed his mark on me."
"Not that office," said Brianna, getting frustrated. "Why'd you go to see
Mr. Bartleby?"
"Bartle...? I don't know any Mr. Bartle," said Brian.
"Are you sure? You can't lie to me. Dr. DeVille said you must obey me."
"Yes ma'am. I'm sure. I don't know any Mr. Bartle. Please don't be mad at
me," whimpered Brian.
Brianna grabbed her seemingly weak-willed, feminized brother by his
shoulders and shook him. "Brian, are you in there?"
Brian turned on the tears. "My name's Brianna. I'm Daddy's sissy whore.
Please don't hurt me."
Brianna looked deeply into Brian's teary eyes. "Brian, do you hear me?"
She thought she could sense an internal struggle going on in Brian's
head. "I did this to you, brother dear. I beat you. I've got the family
fortune now. I sent you to the asylum to turn you into a sissy whore.
There's no going back for you."
Brianna's pussy was sopping wet. She was so excited since seeing her
brother degrade himself dancing topless for a bunch of horny men.
"Now, on your knees," ordered Brianna. "That's it. Now get your tongue
and mouth on my pussy."
After Brianna left, Brian had to wash his face and repair his makeup.
Then he checked his purse. He pulled out his phone and re-opened the
voice memo app. He pressed play. It was his sister's voice. "Brian, do
you hear me? I did this to you, brother dear. I beat you. I've got the
family fortune now. I sent you to the asylum to turn you into a sissy
whore. There's no going back for you."
Now I've got evidence, he thought, as he put the phone back into his
purse. "I've got to maintain control of myself."
One of Leroy's bouncers stuck his head in the door. "Hey, Brianna. You've
got 20 minutes before your next show. Make sure you're ready."
Oh shit. Not again? He quickly put on a happy face. "Yes, sir. I'll be
ready," said Brian in his bubbly voice before sighing and applying a new
coat of color to his lips. Before going out on stage, he took another hit
from the vial of coke he'd purchased from Dixie earlier in the evening.
"So, am I going to get to have sex with her again?" asked Ronnie when
Brianna returned from the back room, fully satisfied after cumming three
times from the administrations of Brian's talented mouth.
"Not tonight. We're out of here," said Brianna, walking past the table
and towards the exit.
"Do I get to fuck you then?" said a stunned Ronnie as he followed her.
"You wish," grunted Brianna.
Back at the motel, Crystal was feeling a little jealous of Brianna. The
sissy just joined Leroy's stable and she was dancing at his club already.
At the same time, she found it nearly impossible to dislike the ditzy
blonde. Brianna didn't appear to have a mean bone in her body. Dumb? Yes.
But, not a bitch like so many of the other whores out there.
She was just coming out of the shower when Brianna came back from the
club.
"Hi Crys," said an exhausted Brian when he entered the room.
"Are you okay?" said a concerned Crystal.
"Yeah, I'm just tired. I had to dance three sets," moaned Brian.
"I guess that sucks, though I'd prefer dancing to selling my pussy on the
street," said Crystal.
"You're right," agreed Brian. "Dancing is definitely better than sucking
cock and getting fucked by strange men."
Crystal was taken aback. "Really? Since I've met you, you've been the
happiest, perkiest ho I've ever met!"
Brian hesitated. He knew how he acted when in the grip of the bimbo
personality embedded by Dr. DeVille. He was in control now, but how long
would it last? How long would his supply of coke hold out?
Brian sat down at the kitchen table. "Listen Crystal, I've got to tell
you something in case you see me acting differently.
"I'm not really a sissy."
"Oh yeah?" Crystal stared at him with a skeptical look. "And I'm Lady
Gaga."
"I'm serious. I know how I look and how I acted, but there's an
explanation. A long, crazy explanation," said Brian. Crystal took a seat
opposite him. All ears.
Brian went on to tell her about his twin sister.
"You mean that bitch in the Bentley is your sister?" asked Crystal.
Brian nodded his head. He told her how his sister used to work for Leroy.
"That must have been before I joined his stable," Crystal noted. "Yes,
she left him over a year ago," said Brian.
He continued to tell her about the will reading. How she returned and
pretended to be reformed. Then, how she tricked him into going to a
Halloween party as each other. How she drugged him and got him committed
to a mental institution where he underwent mental and physical
feminization by a perverted doctor, his nurse and two orderlies.
"You mean the two guys who brought you home yesterday?" asked Crystal.
"Yeah, when you gave me the coke I regained control but they caught me at
my old office and subjected me to additional programming. I took another
hit of coke at the club last night but I'm afraid I'll revert back to
bimbo mode when it wears off."
Crystal didn't know what to think of her roommate now. Of course, it was
a crazy story. But the sissy told it with so much conviction.
"Okay, so what are you going to do?" she asked.
"I don't know. I have proof now of what she did but I can't go back to
the office. They'll call the hospital as soon as I show up," said Brian.
"I want to help you," said Crystal, "but I don't know what I can do. You
know how Leroy's goons keep close tabs on us. I heard about this gurl
named Trixie, a sissy like us. She just disappeared one night. The rumor
is that Leroy had her killed."
"I don't want you to get in trouble," said Brian as tears filled his
eyes. Crystal was the first person who actually offered to help him since
his ordeal began. Even with a clearer mind, his body was still flooded
with estrogen. "Thank you, Crystal," he sobbed.
"For what?" said Crystal as she put her arms around him. "Just for
believing me," cried Brian.
Both sissies were exhausted and slept most of the rest of the day. When
she woke up, Crystal could hear that Brian was already in the bathroom.
Brian was humming to himself as he applied his night-time makeup.
"Whatcha doin' Brian," Crystal called out.
"I'm getting ready for work tonight," Brian replied. "I'm going to look
extra sexy so that I make a lot of money for Daddy tonight. Why'd you
call me Brian?"
Crystal shook her head. It seemed the ditzy bimbo was back.
"Never mind. I've got to get ready too," said Crystal.
Brian was back to his bubbly, hustling persona on the corner, taking on
as many men as he could as long as they had money. Crystal was exhausted
just watching him. She wondered if she should offer him a hit of coke but
decided against it. If what he told her was true, it must be hell to be
fully aware of what he was doing.
Sure enough, Brian was aware but unable to control his programmed sissy
urges. He felt the need to please as many cocks as he could with his
mouth and butt. He wished he could close his eyes and tune everything
out, but of course, he couldn't. He was trapped in Brianna's programmed
nymphomania.
He just got back to his corner after being drilled in the ass by a large
redneck a huge dick. He walked awkwardly over to Crystal. A late model
sports car pulled up to the curb. "I'll get this one, Brianna," said
Crystal. "Here I think you need this," she said as she handed Brian her
vial of white powder.
Brian took a hit, and when his mind cleared, snorted another. Now what?
His mind clear and his ass hole still wet from the previous punter, he
couldn't bring himself to solicit another John. He started walking. He
had the recording of his sister. He thought deeply about how he could get
an audience with Mr. Bartleby. Was there anything else he could remember
to prove his real identity?
He was so caught up in thought that he didn't realize he was already a
few blocks outside of Leroy's turf. He was shocked to full awareness by
the "whoop" of a police car siren as he walked past an alleyway. The
patrol car, parked at the entrance to the alley, turned on its high
beams, temporarily blinding the sissy whore.
Brian lifted his hands to shield his eyes as two police officers got out
of the car.
"What do we have here?' said the large Caucasian officer whose nametag
read, Bailey. He grabbed Brian's weak upper arm and dragged him to the
hood of the patrol car.
Meanwhile, the other officer, a Hispanic named Perez, took Brian's purse.
"Spread your legs, girl, and lean over the hood," said the one named
Bailey. "But officer, I didn't do anything wrong," Brian protested.
"I said spread 'em. You should be used to doing that, slut," growled
Bailey.
Meanwhile, Perez rifled through Brian's wallet until he found Brianna's
driver's license. "Brianna Wilson? Didn't I bust you for soliciting a
couple of years ago?"
"No. You don't understand," Brian whimpered as Bailey held him down over
the car's hood, his chest against the warm surface and his ass perched up
high on those hooker heels.
"Yeah, wasn't you one of Leroy's ho's?" said Bailey as he lifted Brian's
skirt and yanked his panties down to his knees.
Garcia walked over and examined Brian's butt tattoos. "Look. She's
already marked as Leroy's property."
"Whatcha' doin' so far from your pimp's territory, honey?" Bailey asked.
"Not trying to run away, are you?"
Brian felt so helpless. There was no way these crooked cops would ever
believe he wasn't Brianna, one of Leroy's prostitutes. He realized right
away that this wasn't the time or place to attempt to convince these cops
that he was really Brian, not Brianna, Wilson.
Meanwhile, flying back to the U.S. from Europe, Mr. Bartleby was typing
an email to company COO Ken Jenkins. He asked that Jenkins have all the
details on the Municipal Union account on his desk in the morning when he
arrived.
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