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A Tale of Twins.
By: Miss Pain
**Warning**
Oh where to start. Lets see, the following is a work of fiction, meant to
be shared with consenting adults, it includes strong themes including but
not limited to violence, fetishism, physical and mental abuse, addiction,
prostitution, medical and hypnotic conditioning, surgical feminization,
if you are not into some or any of these things, or are a minor in the
country where you are, please leave now.
Not all warnings will apply to all parts, but I am fairly certain you can
see where I am going pretty early on. If you want to skip ahead the sex
starts in part four.
If you made it this far, please enjoy.
Part Four: A whole new you.
Inspired by:
Crazy Twin Sister By Jan Wood
Also found here on fictionmania.
I truly loved the story and ideas, However I felt that it lacked a bit of
realism, so I modified the original to this. Been a while since I truly
transformed a character, and to be fair it couldn't happen to a nicer
guy.
Out of respect to Miss Wood I have kept the character names the same. Out
of respect to the story much of the original is altered.
*Untraceable email account*
All physical changes complete, results are an unqualified success,
subject now sounds like Bonnie Tyler, and resembles a dirty blonde,
pornographic version of Gina Lollobrigida, final measurements are 32E-24-
36 bust and hips seem to have settled now that she has accepted a regular
diet and is working out to keep any extra weight off.
Her ears have been double pierced, and some light tattooed on makeup
applied just to ease her morning routine, nothing too outrageous. Her
hair is in a short dirty blonde feminine bob and acrylic nails have been
applied.
Mentally she is resistant to change but I see that as a non-issue as the
drug is taking a toll on her cognitive ability, soon she will see that
the role of serving others as a means to an end, from there we can build
on her being happy helping others. She has become passive, submissive,
receptive to input. All wonderful traits in an empathic woman.
See attached photos.
DrD
*Reply*
I never asked for her to be an idiot, I only wanted her to be happy as a
woman, and receptive to other people's feelings. Can cognitive impairment
be reversed? Will she be able to return to my side as a co-owner?
*Untraceable email account*
We do not feel as though serotonergic system toxicity has been reached,
if she can come off of the drug, I see no reason why she cannot return to
mostly full function but, we are still unaware of all the long term
effects of daze. As for returning, she feels her best outlook at this
point is as a prostitute.
*Reply*
I am not happy, completely drop her usage, when will she be ready?
*Untraceable email account*
This is not a hospital, it is not even open to the public so it isn't
even fair to call it a clinic, We are merely following your and the
subjects wishes. I need at least seven days to complete the required
parameters.
*Reply*
Seven days, and not a single second longer. I will have a jet fueled and
ready on the mainland to take her to rehab. Then I will visit personally.
*The Island: Bamby*
All treatment has stopped, well not all, while I am not visiting nurse
Louse in the morning for my daily rape enjoyable or not, I am still
getting pills.
Miss Stokes has pronounced me conditioned to act like a girl. I'm still
not completely sure what that means even as I smooth my skirt under me as
I sit for lunch.
Moved from the pink cell into a bigger room with a full closet, I am
instructed in what to wear each day I presume as a test of my ability to
wear anything feminine. Corsets, full skirts, back button blouses.
But the harrowing part is no dose, at the end of the day there is no
drug, my little green helper is no longer coming everyday. I do have the
one I saved, but I am not sure how long I can hold out until I take it.
It has been less than twenty four hours since my last dose and I can
already feel the withdrawal.
Which brings me to DeVilles office.
"Please."
"Bamby it is out of my hands, you have already exceeded the dosage of any
known patient, continuing now would violate any ethical standards, you
could lose more cognitive function, become a drooling empty headed robot,
if I keep this up I could lose my license."
It made sense, all of it made sense, but that did not make it any easier
to hear. He continued.
"I understand help is on the way, just a few days and you will be leaving
us."
Confused, I had not completed my training as a prostitute, seeing the
confusion on my face DeVille continued.
"As I understand it, that is no longer your focus, clean you will have
more options available to you."
I threw up my hands in frustration.
"What options? I am a huge breasted, giant bottomed, bimbo no man is
going to listen to me on serious affairs, I can't run a business, conduct
meetings, all they are going to see is a mildly attractive face and a
huge pair of cans."
He had the audacity to smile.
"Men are no longer the sole decision makers in business, the tide is
turning and at least for myself I say in a good way, women are starting
to get a foot in, realize their potential, you could go far, if you
applied a bit of empathy to your work.
In any case your days here are numbered, you will not see nurse Louse
again, or Miss Stokes, I may schedule a session or two with Dr Stone but
for all intents and purposes the clinic is done with you now."
I wanted to slump in the chair, but I sat with my back straight, skirt
smooth under me, legs crossed, feet together, shoulders back, makeup
flawless, purse at my feet, smiling softly. Inside I was screaming, I
needed a dose. Sure I had my saved one, but how long could I go before I
swallowed it?
I lasted less than an hour in my room, thankfully Dr Stone came in with a
needle and everything went black.
****
I wake confused, curled under a blanket on Dr Stone's couch. After a
moment getting my bearings I hear her soothing voice.
"Sh now, you have been out for a bit, how do you feel?"
I take a physical and mental stock, no aches, pains, I am not sweating or
freezing, the room feels nice. All my fingers work, I flex my toes in the
open toe sandals. Other than being in dire need of a shower I feel good,
I smile at her.
"Good, now I have placed a mental block in your head, sort of like a
second personality. Along with this come trigger words, one to turn it
on, another to turn it off.
Three things, first hypnosis wears off, there will come a day when the
triggers no longer work, and would need to be refreshed, second the only
real difference between the block and your waking brain is the block is
not addicted to Daze, you are free of it while under the block, but if
you take a dose, while under the block, or not all of this will come
crashing down and you will return to the drug addicted waking person you
are. Finally, this is a temporary fix, you are going to want to get
actually clean as soon as possible, as I understand that is in the works,
so this only needs to last a few days.
Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Good I took the liberty of removing the dose from your room, just as a
precaution, now would you like to know the trigger phrases?"
With a bit of practice, and after a long hot shower, I think I have it,
being under the block is a bit like benign on a dose, I try to be
judicious about the block but find myself leaning heavily on it as the
days pass, I settle into a routine of makeup, dressing and socializing
that mostly takes my mind off of the need for a dose but it is always in
the back of my mind.
Finally the week ends, DeVille and Stone sign my paperwork, after a hug,
and a firm handshake. My light suitcase and I are escorted to a
helicopter. Twenty minutes later we land at Suvarnabhumi Airport, and I
am escorted to one of two identical jets.
*The Island Brianna*
I scream into the phone, holding it so tightly I can hear the plastic
creak..
"Yes I just met with DeVille, she is not here, left over an hour ago, WHY
is she not at Broken Song?"
On the other end, someone in grave danger of losing their job informs me
the plane never landed. I get in the helicopter and fly back to the
airport. Finding a single jet still on the ground, with orders to fly to
Broken Song Rehab.
Bambi went to NY.
Crew of the second plane informed me something about older jets not
having wi-fi and FCC regulations. A perfect storm that means the plane
cannot be contacted or turned around.
I complete an impressive string of phraseology that makes two sailors in
earshot faint and one pirate blush.
*NY the Bronx Hunts Point Brianna*
"I am not judging your life Rachel, I just want to know where she is,
that's all."
Rachel looks like the last few months have put ten years on her. Even now
she is drunk, high or both, she looks at me warily.
"Waz it wort to ya Bri?"
"What do you want Rae?"
"Gimme a hit, and I will tell ya what the bitch did."
I hand her a roll with five grand in it, done with whatever this
shakedown is, her eyes nearly pop out of her head at the cash, my voice
is flat, and unemotional.
"Spill it."
"Man she was bogarting, reckless eyeballing, she is straight bad for
business, was bound to be picked up by a pimp with the way she acted, no
time in the game at all that one, I sold her to Leroy for five hits."
I took a deep breath and tried with all my might not to slap her.
"Leroy White?"
"Bri, you know Leroy, he's been down here running game forever, tried to
up you once if I remember correct."
Yeah I know Leroy, one of the hardest, meanest, drug running pimps out
here, words was he had a club, suddenly I had one more use for Rachel.
"Hey Rae what is the name of that club that Leroy owns?"
"Double D's honey, but you gotta have em to work there ya know what I
mean?"
She is still talking but I am already walking searching the internet on
the burner phone. I find Double D's Gentlemens Emporium not too far away
and walk there, keeping my hand on my purse.
I get to the club unscathed and am greeted by a big doorman, who does not
look too smart, most likely here for his size. He stops me with a hand on
my arm.
"No women."
I look at his hand, and then look at him.
"Want to lose that?"
I am not sure what he sees in my face but he lets go. I hand him two
hundred dollar bills folded over.
"I want in now."
As usual with cash the seas part, and I am allowed in, it is your average
strip club, low light, naked skinny nearing anorexic girls, scantily
dressed hostesses, deep chairs meant for lap dances and a few private
rooms. After a minute I found the bathrooms and a door marked private
with another mountain of muscle in front of it.
"Jimmy not supposed to let chicks in, you gotta go."
Apparently they get dumber as I go farther up, I pull the .40 out of my
purse.
"Either let me go in there or get shot in the dick."
Mountain covers his crotch.
"You would never."
I smile and hope it is somewhere close to as cold as I feel.
"Willing to bet any future of fatherhood on that?"
Mountain opens the door with one hand while leaving the other over his
crotch.
"Good boy, go get some kibble, Leroy and I have to chat."
I stride into a small cheap office, Leroy is just as I remember him, a
big man in a cheap suit, he has Bamby on the floor on her knees and is
about to feed her a Daze. I point the gun at leroy. Horrified, with no
other options, I muster every ounce of badass in me and manage.
"Drop that pill into her, and I will drop you like a bad habit."
Okay it sounded better in my head, but out loud it is kinda corny, Leroy
looks up.
"Tommy!"
I smile.
"Tommy is rethinking his life choices, your turn, care to mess with me?"
Wisely he raises his hands and drops the pill on the desk, I notice Bamby
following the path of the pill like a starving woman looks at food.
"That the first one Leroy?"
He smiles. I wince at the trigger pull as I put a bullet in the desk.
"Questions, I have them you answer them, is that the first one?"
His hands are up now, apparently he understands I am serious, but he
tries a stall tactic anyway.
"Lady the police are going to be real interested in why you shooting in
my club."
My turn to smile.
"You mean to say the ones you don't have on payroll to ignore activity at
your club, what do you figure an hour, or two before they find your
body?"
"Murder get you a nice long prison sentence lady."
"Leroy you and I come from different worlds, you kill me they put you in
a hole so deep you never see the sun again, I kill you, my lawyer spins
it into self defense and I get a key to the city for doing a public
service. Understand?"
He nods understanding and motions me around the desk to see Bamby from
behind. On her lower back is a large piece of plastic and a new tattoo
with the word booblicious surrounded by flowers and a few butterflies.
"Yeah it's her first dose, going to break her in right, she my new
earner, since I own her outright no need to pay her, take everything this
little ho makes. But she a little nervous about suckin so I am just going
to give her a little help and make her a sex machine."
"How about you let her go with me and I forget your dick needs a new
hole?"
"Those same police that ignore stuff will be real interested in anything
that stops them from getting paid, so you can take her but then later
when I come get her again and you have no say in what I do with her it
will be even better for me."
"Fine, I get it, you're out because of her and you can't lose face, so
what is her buyout, how much does it cost to get her free?"
He grins and I know he knows I want her bad. His mistake is
underestimating how much cash I brought with me.
"Fifty large, you can walk out of here regular like two patrons even,
hell I will even call you an Uber. Or you can walk out of here now and
she can become my new star."
Bamby is looking at the pill like it is her savior. I reach into my purse
and pull out one of the five bank bags Robbie got for me over the last
few months. I smile as Leroy's jaw drops and I drop five banded stacks on
his desk, not even emptying the bag I am holding.
Fifty large, now give me Bamby and I will not shoot you and take the
money anyway.
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