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Chapter 13
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 has to satisfy two crooked cops to avoid arrest. Help may be on the
horizon, though, when Mr. Bartleby hires a private investigator to find
Brian. You'll recognize the cops from "Undercover Vice Cop" tale.
Chapter 13
The crooked officers were thrilled to have an opportunity to use one of
Leroy's whores for free. Bailey kicked Brian's high-heeled feet further
apart as the sissy leaned over the hood of the patrol car. Brian's
panties were around his ankles and his boobs were mashed against the
hood. His soft ass cheeks displayed his "Leroy's Sissy Whore" tattoo.
The cop named Perez got into the car as Bailey took a firm hold of
Brian's hips. "No, please don't. I wasn't trying to run away," Brian
whimpered as he felt the familiar shape of a hard penis at his butt hole.
"Nooooo," moaned Brian as he was violated again, this time with a clear
mind so he experienced the complete humiliation of being used as a sissy
whore.
"Just as I thought. We did pick up this whore a couple of years ago on a
drug possession charge but her Daddy Leroy got her off with a warning,"
said Perez as he got out of the car. "What do you think, Jim? Should we
bring her downtown?"
"Ahhhhh," groaned Bailey as he emptied his seed into Brian's bowels. He'd
already been fucked a half dozen times that night, but his consciousness
was mostly submerged behind the Brianna bimbo persona during those
encounters.
"Nah. Shift's almost over. Let's just take the sissy whore back to her
Daddy," said Bailey as he pulled up his pants.
"It's your lucky night, sissy," said Perez. "Get your shit together and
get in the rear of the car. We'll take you back to Leroy."
Brian shamefully pulled his panties up and his skirt down. Perez shoved
the purse into Brian's hand as he stumbled into the back of the police
car.
As he sat there his stomach felt queasy. He thought about all the cum
he'd swallowed that night. He barely noticed that Perez had slid in the
rear seat next to him. Before he noticed, Perez put his arm around
Brian's shoulders and pulled him closer. "You're really hot looking for a
sissy puta," said Perez. Brian turned his head to look away but Perez
grabbed him by the chin and turned his head to face him.
"I think I can see a man under all that makeup, but you're very pretty
for a sissy," said Perez, who then pushed Brian's face down into his lap.
"Go ahead. Unzip me and get those hot lips on my cock," he ordered.
Brian knew it was useless to resist, and he'd already sucked enough cocks
as Brianna to know what was expected of him.
Although the coke had freed Brian from his pre-programmed bimbo persona,
he was dazed as he sat in the rear of the patrol car. The officers had
ejaculated in his ass and mouth. As the car traveled back onto Leroy's
turf, the two officers noticed Mookie and Sam, two of Leroy's top
henchmen, standing on a corner haranguing one of the other whores. "Hey,
let the bitch off here," said Perez. "Mookie'll know what to do with her.
Maybe we'll get a bonus for returning lost merchandise," he laughed.
Late the next morning, at Brian's old office, Chairman Bartleby asked
Jenkins to come to his office. Another man wearing workman's overalls
was seated in front of the old man's desk when Jenkins arrived.
Bartleby greeted the Chief Operating Officer warmly. "Good morning, Ken.
I trust everything went well while I was away."
Distracted by the presence of the other man, Jenkins said, "Er, yes.
Things are going fine. How was your trip, Sir?"
"Paris was good. I think we have a new client, but I cancelled my
appointments in Spain," said Bartleby.
"Why?" asked Jenkins.
"Let me introduce you to someone," said Bartleby motioning to the hulking
man in the trench coat. "This is Sam Splayed. He?s a private detective
I?ve used in conjunction with some of my other businesses."
The man stood up, towering over Jenkins, and offered his hand to shake.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance," he said.
"Sam Spade?" asked Jenkins as he tentatively shook the man?s outstretched
man.
"Splayed. S-P-L-A-Y-E-D," grunted the PI.
"I asked Mr. Splayed here to conduct an investigation for us," said
Bartleby.
"Investigate what?" asked Jenkins.
"When was the last time you saw Brian Wilson?"
"Actually saw him? I guess over a year ago at the Halloween party. But I
just spoke with him the other day," replied Jenkins.
"Yes, you said you did speak with someone. And, where did he say he was?"
"He said he was at the family villa in France."
Splayed read from his notebook. "Mr. Bartleby stopped by the villa a day
ago and Brian wasn?t there. In fact, the groundskeeper said that Brian
hadn?t been there in years."
"That doesn?t make any sense," said Jenkins. "Why would he lie about
where he is?"
"That?s what I?d like to know," said Bartleby. "I called Brian at the
family house this morning with some questions about the Municipal Union
account and got the same voice mail that he?s currently out of the
country on leave. So, I asked Mr. Slayed to pay a quiet visit to the
house and let me know whose living there."
Splayed held up his phone showing a photo of Brianna. "I rang the front
bell pretending to be the cable repairman. This woman answered the door."
"Do you recognize this woman?" Bartleby asked Jenkins.
"That?s Brianna Wilson, but she?s supposed to be in an asylum. I saw the
men take her away."
"When she let me in to check the cable connection, I was able to snoop
around," explained Splayed. "If there?s a man living in that house, he
must be invisible. There?s not a sign of a male presence."
"We don?t have enough evidence to go to the police and file a missing
person?s report," said Bartleby. "So I hired Mr. Splayed to find Brian
Wilson."
"Now, what was the name of the asylum that picked up the sister?" Splayed
asked Jenkins. "If we find the sister, she might lead us to Brian."
Back at the motel, Brian held a plastic bag filled with ice cubes to his
cheek. Mookie roughed him up after the cops brought him back. "Where were
you going, bitch?" Mookie screamed at him. "You?re our ho. We own your
ass!"
Brian tried to be brave but couldn?t stop the tears from flowing as
Mookie slapped him across the face repeatedly. He?d never felt so weak
and impotent before. He begged Mookie for forgiveness and promised to be
a good ho. He was disgusted at himself for acting like such a wimpy
sissy.
"Feeling any better?" Crystal brought him a bag of fresh ice.
"Sniff. Sniff. Mookie was so mean to me," Brian sniffled. "He wouldn?t
even let me suck his cock. I told him how I loved being Leroy?s whore. I
hope the swelling goes down. I have to work doubly hard tonight. Do you
think we can go out a little early tonight to get a head start? I?ve got
to make up for the johns I missed last night."
Crystal shook her head. It seemed her roommate was back in bimbo mode.
This was getting confusing but she definitely preferred the more level-
headed Brian than the bimbo Brianna.
"Sure, we can leave early," said Crystal. "Here have a snort of this
cocaine. It?ll make you feel better."
Once again, Brian was mortified as his mind cleared and he realized where
he was and what he?d been doing. He hung his head in despair. "What am I
going to do? I?m a prostitute!" He looked up at Crystal. "No offense."
"None taken. This wasn?t my first choice of careers, you know," said
Crystal.
"I?m sorry Crystal. How did you get into this godforsaken line of work?"
asked Brian.
"My story is not as ... interesting ... as yours," began Crystal. "My
father was a drunk and left when I was 8 years old. My mother turned to
religion. She was very strict but she had to work long hours to support
us so I was left alone in the house a lot. I would dress up in her
clothes when she went out. Started with just panties and bra when I was
12 or 13. Eventually, I would dress in the full regalia, dress, heels,
makeup. Of course, I got bullied at school so I would cut classes and
dress up even more at home. You probably think that mother came home one
day and caught me in her clothes, but that never happened. I told my
guidance counselor at school that I felt like I should have been born a
girl. He was creepily thrilled. It was like he was looking forward to
finding a trans student he could groom. He enthusiastically helped me
transition at school without telling my parent. I would leave the house
in boy clothes and change into girl jeans, blouse, and a little makeup at
school. The counselor even got everyone to call me Crystal instead of
Chris. Things were pretty good for a while until the counselor started
coming on to me. When I wouldn?t go along, he got angry and outed me to
my mother."
Fascinated by Crystal?s story, Brian asked, "What happened when your
mother found out?"
"That?s when the proverbial shit hit the fan. She went ballistic.
Threatened to sue the school. Disowned me. I moved into a friend?s house
for a while but my grades were crap and I dropped out of school. I needed
money to support myself so I started giving blow jobs for cash. I thought
I could save up for a sex change operation.
"Every time I built up a little nest egg, something would happen. I?d get
ripped off by a john. I got arrested. A boyfriend raped and beat me. I
was never able to save anything until I started working for Leroy. But
even at this rate, I?ll be an old hag by the time I have enough money for
bottom surgery."
Brian hugged her. "We?re just a couple of sorry-ass sissy whores, eh?"
They both laughed.
Back at the family mansion, Brianna was once again in a panic after
listening to Bartleby?s voicemail. Why does he want to know about the
Municipal Union contract? How am I going to answer his questions? I
assume Brian negotiated the contract.
She called Dr. DeVille. "I need a clear-headed Brian back for a short
time. Is that possible?
"Yeah, yeah. I know you can?t promise miracles, but I?m paying you enough
to try. I just need him thinking clearly for about 30 minutes so I can
ask him some questions about a business account. Then, you can put him
back under his sissy gurl or bimbo state of mind."
"Okay. I?ll find him tonight. Keep the asylum open late. I?ll get him
there by midnight."
Dr. DeVille had just hung up the phone call with Brianna when Nurse Louse
buzzed him on his intercom.
"Doctor, there?s a man here asking to see Brianna Wilson. What should I
tell him?"
DeVille immediately stood up. Who would be looking for Brianna? And why?
"I?ll be right out to speak to him," DeVille replied to Nurse Louse.
Splayed showed DeVille his private investigator identification. "Patient
records are confidential, Mr. Spade," said DeVille. "I cannot comment on
Ms. Wilson?s treatment."
"It?s SPLAYED, not Spade," said the PI. "And, I?m not asking about
details of her condition. You CAN tell me when she was admitted, and
when, or if, she?s been released. Otherwise, I?ll have to file a missing
person?s report with the police."
The last thing DeVille wanted was police involvement. "It?s a bit
complicated. Brianna Wilson was admitted over a year ago on Halloween.
She was released a few weeks ago."
"And, did she admit herself voluntarily?" asked Splayed.
"No. Her brother Brian signed the commitment papers. I can?t tell you any
more than that," replied the doctor.
"If she was released a few weeks ago, why was she picked up by orderlies
from your establishment just recently? Where did they bring her?"
DeVille hadn?t expected the PI to be aware of Brian?s escapade at the
offices of Wilson Financial. "Er. Apparently she had a temporary relapse.
Her brother called us and asked us to evaluate her condition. We brought
her back her and spoke with her. I was satisfied that she?d only suffered
a temporary setback, gave her a short treatment, and released her."
Splayed raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And where is she now?"
"How would I know?" said DeVille.
"Well, your orderlies must have taken her somewhere. You wouldn?t just
turn her out on the street. I don?t know of any hospital that would do
that."
"Yes, right. We took her back to where she was living."
"That would be the family mansion?" asked Splayed.
DeVille felt cornered. Wasn?t sure what to say so he blurted out, "Oh no!
Brian kicked her out of the mansion. We took her to a motel where she was
renting a room. I?ll get the address for you."
Barbie
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