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Crazy Twin Sister Final Chapter and Epilogue
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. Does Brian
escape a life as Leroy's trashy whore? Does Brianna keep the family
riches? Private detective Sam Splayed is now on the case. Categories
refer to entire story, not just this chapter.
Chapter 14
As he left the motel, Brian took another hit of coke from Crystal just to
be sure that he remained in control when he got to the home of Mr.
Bartleby. Crystal offered to accompany Brian but he insisted this was
something he had to do himself.
He waited out front for the Uber to pick him up. Brian wore a one-piece
black sheath dress that ran from just above his large breasts to mid-
thigh. He cursed that the only heels he possessed were 5-in. stilettos.
With the wardrobe he had, he just couldn't avoid looking like a call
girl.
Private detective Sam Splayed was in his car across the street when he
saw the erstwhile girl leave the motel. He had been staking out the place
all afternoon since Dr. DeVille gave him the address that morning. He was
sure that the crazy sister knew where her brother was or would lead him
to Brian. He followed the Uber car.
Brian soon stood before the gated driveway of Bartleby's home. He should
be home. It's after 6 PM, thought Brian, who thought better of using the
buzzer at the gate. He walked around trying find another way in.
The sissy wandered around the side of the property, along the six-foot
high stone wall designed more for privacy than to keep intruders out. He
looked up at the wall. I guess I'll have to climb over, he said to
himself.
First, he took off 5-in. stiletto heels and threw them over the wall.
Then, he leapt up and got his hands on top of the wall and pulled himself
up. I wasn't easy. His boobs scraped the side of the wall and his arms
ached as he just barely managed to get to the top. All the treatments at
the asylum had left him so weak. "I hope I don't break a nail doing
this," he muttered, then shook his head. "Oh shit, I hope I'm not going
all bimbo again. I don't have any more coke."
Brian felt the coke high wearing off. He hoped he could maintain control
of his mental capacity as he got ready to jump down onto the other side.
Brianna realized it was too early in the evening to find her brother
plying his trade on the street corner, but she had a ton of pent up
energy. She'd gone over to the apartment she'd set Ronnie up in but he
was gone, along with all his clothes. He'd left a note saying that he
couldn't put up with Brianna's mood swings anymore ("I'm not taking your
shit anymore" is how he put it) and that if what she'd done to her
brother was ever discovered, he didn't want to be prosecuted as a co-
conspirator. He was getting out of town.
"Great. The stupid moron is also a big chicken," Brianna said to herself
as she got back into her car. "He's so dumb he doesn't realize that with
my money I can easily track him down and make his life hell. Indeed, he's
turned into a liability. Maybe I need to get him sent to DeVille's asylum
for some re-conditioning." She thought it might be fun to turn Ronnie
into a bondage gimp, always encased head-to-toe in leather and living to
suck cock and be fucked in the ass while being tortured and pissed on.
That thought gave her almost as much of a sexual thrill as she got
picturing her brother Brian dressed like a hooker and walking the streets
as Leroy's bimbo whore.
Brian looked down into the semi-darkness below. As much as he felt like
he was back in control of his body and actions, his brain was still
filled with the drugs and mental conditioning from the asylum that left
him feeling meek, soft, weak and girly.
"It's so far," Brian whined before jumping off the top of the wall. He
landed on his feet and rolled over on the soft grass. As the sissy looked
for his high heels in the semi-dark, suddenly he fell under the glare of
a high-powered, professional flashlight.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here," said Splayed as he first shined
the light on the the erstwhile girl, then on the ground so he could find
his hooker shoes.
Brian was cornered. His back against the wall. Then he found his voice.
Well, he found the high-pitched sissy voice that he couldn't seem to
shake even when not completely under Dr. DeVille's forced bimbo
programming. "I need to see Mr. Bartleby!" he gasped.
"Sure doll. And, why do you need to see Mr. Bartleby?" Splayed looked the
gurl over carefully. He definitely could see the resemblance with the
woman at the mansion, but this gurl was much sexier. Bigger boobs. Bigger
hair. More makeup. Great legs from beneath her short, tight-fitting
dress.
"That's between Mr. Bartleby and me," countered Brian, a little more
assertively.
Splayed laughed. "You're trespassing, sweetie. Maybe I'll call the
police."
Recalling his last encounter with the two corrupt cops, Brian decided to
cooperate with the big man.
"I...I have important information for Mr. Bartleby concerning ...
er...Brian Wilson, the CEO of Wilson Financial? Who are you anyway?"
"My name is Sam Splayed. I'm a private investigator. Mr. Bartleby hired
me to find Brian Wilson. No one has seen him for months," said the PI.
"Now, why don't you tell me what you know about his absence? If your
information is relevant, I might take you to see Bartleby."
Brian was unsure how much of his story he should tell this stranger. A
giggle escaped his pink lips. "Okey-dokey. Brian is my brother. He is so
nice to me. He visited me often at the hospital."
Brianna drove slowly through the seediest parts of the city looking for
her brother. She needed to find Brian, bring him to DeVille and then
question him about the Municipal Union account so she can continue her
charade.
Of course, Brian wasn't at his usual corner. He was at Bartleby's.
Not wanting to risk parking her expensive car in the seedy neighborhood,
Brianna found a parking garage, then set out on foot to locate her
brother. When she got to the corner where she found Brian last time, no
one was there. Crystal had just picked up a client and was off in a car
somewhere giving the guy a blow job. "Where the fuck is he?" Brianna
mumbled to herself. "I'll bet he's in the alley here getting fucked in
his sissy ass."
Finding the alleyway empty, Brianna stomped back out to the street. Her
head down and mumbling to herself, she almost bumped right into Leroy's
thug, Mookie, who was standing at the corner with his cohort Sam.
"There you are, bitch," grunted Mookie. "Tell me you just had a customer
back there," he said, gesturing toward the alleyway.
"What?" said a surprised Brianna.
Seeing no John emerge from the alley, Mookie looked the girl up and down.
"How the fuck you dressed, girl? We give you perfectly good clothes to
wear. Why you dressed like dat?"
Brianna was wearing tight jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. "Huh?
What are you talking about?"
"Have you earned ANY money tonight?" asked Mookie, while Sam stood by
watching them.
"Let's take her back to her motel room and let her get dressed in
something slutty," said Sam.
"I'm not a hooker," Brianna shouted indignantly at them.
Mookie laughed. "You've been working this corner for weeks, Brianna. And,
you've sucked my cock twice already. You want to try again?"
"I'm serious. I'm not Brianna. Well, I am Brianna, but not Leroy's
Brianna. I'm not the whore."
Mookie suddenly reached out and grabbed Brianna by the neck. "Sam, pulled
her pants down and let's check her butt."
"My pleasure," said Sam.
Brianna struggled to breathe as Sam gripped her jeans and pulled them
down below her butt. Her panties quickly followed.
"See. It's a bit faded but she's got Leroy's mark on her ass," laughed
Sam.
Brianna never got around to having Leroy's tattoo removed from her butt
cheek.
Mookie released the girl. "Pull up your knickers and let's go get you
slutted up. There's plenty of time yet tonight for you to earn some cash
for us."
"So why are you dressed like a slut and staying at a cheap motel when you
have an expensive mansion?" Splayed asked Brian, who was sitting on the
grass and putting on his hooker heels.
"A mansion? Oh my, you are mistaken," giggled Brian. "I don't live in a
mansion. I share a room at a motel with my BFF Crystal. We're working
girls."
"Then why do you want to speak with Mr. Bartleby. "You said you have
information for him concerning Brian Wilson."
"I don't remember," giggled Brian.
Splayed reached down and picked Brian up off the ground like a rag doll.
"Listen honey, I get paid by the hour but I don't like to waste my
clients' money. Now tell me what you were going to tell Bartleby." For
good measure, he shook the ditzy blonde, which seemed to help Brian
regain a bit of control.
"I..I..I have something...a recording...he needs to hear," Brian managed
to say even while the physical closeness to Splayed was sending all kinds
of erotic messages to his brain. His nipples stiffened and he couldn't
stop from throwing himself against Splayed's hard body.
"Let me hear it." Splayed pushed the prostitute away.
"No. Only Bartleby," Brian managed to say before lasciviously licking his
lips and asking, "Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you."
"You're really something else, lady," said Splayed as he grabbed Brian by
his arm and led him across the lawn to Bartleby's big house.
Meanwhile, Mookie and Sam brought Brianna to the motel where Brian and
Crystal were staying. "Go on in and get dressed properly," Mookie growled
as he shoved the girl toward the door.
"I don't have the key. I told you you've got the wrong girl. I don't live
here," whined Brianna.
"You're really trying my patience, slut." As Leroy's right-hand man,
Mookie had pass keys for all the rooms used by his whores. "Get in there
and get dressed. And do something about those tits. They looked much
bigger yesterday."
Without much choice, Brianna entered the room. She examined the tiny room
and its sparse furnishings. Despite her dilemma, she took some
satisfaction in seeing for herself how her once spoiled rich brother was
living.
The clothes in the closet were the usual assortment of hooker outfits and
accessories that she knew would fit her since they fit were her twin
brother's. She had to bide her time until she could talk with Leroy
himself and explain the mixup.
Meanwhile, Brian stood in Bartleby's wood paneled study, fiddling
nervously with the hem of his dress. He was so nervous.
"My...my...name is Brianna. No. It's not...it's Brian...na." He fell into
a fit of crying and giggling as he fought to take control back from his
sissy persona.
Brian knew this might be his only chance to break free from a life as a
prostitute but he couldn't break through the ditzy Brianna programming.
The room began to spin. He collapsed to the floor.
He was unconscious for only a minute. Splayed held a broken capsule of
smelling salt under Brian's nose. The strong smell of ammonia quickly
cleared Brian's head.
Splayed lifted Brian onto a seat. "I'll take her back to her motel room,
Mr. Bartleby," said Splayed. "She doesn't know anything about Mr.
Wilson."
"Wait!" Brian's brain was suddenly clear. "You have to listen to this
first." He fumbled through his purse, took out his smart phone, pulled up
the voice-recording app and hit play.
They all listened to his sister's voice saying: "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."
Bartleby and Splayed exchanged looks of astonishment.
Before the men could ask questions, Brian launched into an explanation.
He told them about the will reading. How his twin sister returned to the
mansion and pretended she was reformed. Then, how she tricked him into
going to the company Halloween party as each other and 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.
"Are you talking about Dr. DeVille?" asked Splayed.
"Yes, Dr. DeVille. And, Nurse Louse. I tried to see Mr. Bartleby the
other day but he was out of the country, and then the orderlies from the
hospital showed up and brought me back to the asylum. Dr. DeVille
subjected me to even more programming, but I've been able to temporarily
break through the programming when I do coke. Right now, I'm trying so
hard not to revert back to the way they programmed me."
Epilogue
Bartleby wasn't convinced until he asked Brian some questions about the
Municipal Union account and Brian, now thinking clearly, answered each
and every question correctly.
Bartleby immediately called his personal physician and had Brian examined
head to toe. Of course, they discovered his glued on false pussy.
Fingerprints confirmed that the sexy blonde was indeed Brian Wilson.
Brianna never made it back to the mansion. When she refused to turn
tricks, Mookie brought her to Leroy. The big pimp couldn't care less
about Brianna's protestations. "I tol' ya that if the sissy didn't work
out, you were going to replace her," he said. It took a couple of weeks,
but Brianna was eventually hooked on heroin again and working the streets
for Leroy.
Bartleby helped Brian get the psychological counseling he needed to get
his mind right. Brian invited Crystal to move into the mansion with him
and leave the hooking life behind. He also paid for Crystal's bottom
surgery and had his own boobs reduced to a more normal size B cup.
Realizing there was no way he could ever regain his former male physique,
Brian also contemplated bottom surgery for himself.
A few weeks after being "saved," Brian hired Sam Splayed to find out what
happened to his sister.
Splayed reported back that Brianna disappeared shortly after both Leroy
and Mookie were killed in a police raid that also resulted in the death
of a police sergeant. There were rumors that the sergeant was a dirty
cop, though, because the death was kept very quiet. There was no public
funeral or memorial service.
Leroy's prostitution and drug business was split among four or five
competitors. Brian asked about some of the other girls he'd met while
working as a hooker. Splayed found out that at first Gina went to work
for one of the less strict pimps, but eventually she went back home to
her family in the Midwest. Shirley disappeared for a while but re-emerged
making low-priced BDSM porn flicks. Brian was particularly interested in
what happened to that shy sissy gurl named Bambi. He felt sorry for the
sissy, who always seemed so sad. Splayed said Bambi just disappeared
after the raid on Leroy's club. Brian fervently hoped she was okay.
(To find out Bambi's actual fate, you'll have to read "Undercover Vice
Cop," posted here on fictionmania.)
The only loose end in Brian's mind was Dr. DeVille and the asylum.
Splayed told him not to worry about that. He'd be happy to take care of
DeVille and his cohorts.
"I'll make sure the doctor gets what's coming to him," said Splayed, so
Brian left DeVille's fate in Splayed's very capable hands. (Maybe that's
another story?)
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