The Deception
I am writing this for Jezzi and the others who have worked hard posting their work on TGCaps and TGComics.
This is based on 'Vain Girls' 1406. Jezzi asked for a story explaining what happened. So here it is.
My sister Chloe was two years older than me and I had — unfortunately — got into the habit of doing what she told me. She was still a little mad at me because Grandfather left me all his money and cut her off, saying girls didn't need it and he was tired of her being so damn bossy.
We were about the same size — I was 5'11" and she was 5'10" and athletic.
But now she was sick, really sick, and she told me and she needed my help. Chloe still looked beautiful but rather wan in the hospital bed.
"Look, Mark if you don't do it, Dad will be ruined and so will Mom and I. Ken and his dad, Mr. Randolph, are not forgiving people."
That I knew. Ken's family owned the city and Dad and Chloe not only worked for them but Dad owed them a LOT of money.
"Chloe, I don't know what I can do, Ken is my friend, but will hardly do what I want. Besides he should listen more to you, Sis, as you two are getting married in a month."
She smiled a sly smile. "Lots of that going around, Mark. You're marrying my friend, Susan, in two months, when she and her professor father get back from their dig in China."
I smiled at the thought of my lovely, lovely Susan. She was not only Chloe's best friend, but her only female friend. She was the only woman who was nice enough to be friends with my bitchy sister.
"Look, Ken and his dad wont bear the public humiliation of me being sick. You know how they are — they want their way or else. I should be better in a month, the doctors tell me, but someone has to take my place for all the social stuff, the fittings, the parties, the ass-kissing, and I can hardly get out of bed. The doctors told me if I don't get bed rest for a month it might be fatal."
I frowned. "I don't understand how am I supposed to help?"
She grinned ruthlessly. "Simple. For the next month you re going to be me — you'll be Ken's beautiful fiancée, Chloe."
"What? You're even crazier than ever!"
"You know I work for Randolph Labs — cutting-edge surgery and rapid healing breakthroughs have come a long way. One of the doctors is going to help." She smiled ruthlessly. "Otherwise, I have enough on him to get him fired and have his license revoked."
That I could believe, Chloe was ruthless and clever. Nobody knew that better than me. She looked like an angel but more resembled a devil sometimes in the way she acted when she wanted her way. "How does that help?"
"Look — we look a lot alike. A LOT! So he will do some minor, easily reversable plastic surgery and turn your face into mine — it's not very much of a change. Of course you'll have to lose your Errol Flynn mustache you're so proud of, but you can grow it back."
My hand went to the dashing mustache I loved so much.
My sister laughed.
"I wont do it!"
"Of course you will. Stop your stupid struggling. You know you will. All that you will have to do is smile and go to parties. You'll save Mom and Dad and me and keep your friend Ken from looking like a fool with a no-show bride. He'll be easily fooled. You know we don't love each other and it's more a political match — his family's money allied with our 'great and honored name'." She smiled slyly. "I'll even give you my classic Ford Fairlane convertible. You've been drooling over it for years."
Dad had restored and given the car to her to make up for his dad not leaving her anything except a book 'How to Have Friends.'
I admit I was both tempted and weak. So, as usual, I gave in to my sister. So I went under and when I woke I was wearing bandages on my face. And I had tits.
"I didn't agree to the tits!" I almost squeaked.
"Relax! They'll come off easily. We can't do any permanent, after all. You're getting married in two months." She smiled. "I don't think Susan would appreciate her husband having better knockers than her. Get real you idiot — You don't think you can wear my clothes without showing some cleavage."
"And what about my beard! And shaving? We should have thought about it before."
"Relax. I have thought about it, you feeble-minded insect." She handed me a jar. "Just put this on your face every morning and every night. Not only is it a depilatory, but also it stops a beard from growing. It's something new from the lab."
I felt like killing her. But I should have done it 15 years ago when I was 5 and she was 7. I felt the breasts and they seemed all too real. This was getting out of hand fast!
"You're sure he wont be expecting kisses and stuff during the next month?"
"Positive. He knows I'm sick and has no desire to catch anything from me. The doc has already told him and all you will have to do is kiss his cheek and hug. Just suck it up and do it."
I reflected that, instead of being 'hen-pecked' by a wife like most men, I was sister-pecked. Most men reserved being a wimp to their wives. Thank god Susan was a sweetie.
The doctor came in nervously "Remember to take your healing medication three times a day or you'll scar and it will be hard to restore your normal features. I'll take the bandages off tomorrow."
"So soon?"
He nodded. "New advance I made."
The next day when I looked in the mirror I was astounded. I looked exactly like Chloe! That called for a shudder. I almost frightened myself seeing her lovely face in the mirror instead of my handsome one. I felt like any moment I was going to bully myself.
She gestured me over to her bed and we both looked in the mirror and except for the hair we looked identical.
"Doc, you are a genius!" cried Chloe. The doctor smiled with satisfaction.
God it was weird to see her face, I touched it — it seemed like my own — AND her tits — they even felt more real than yesterday.
"What about the hair?" I asked Chloe. My new voice still surprised me. The doc was right. Whatever he had done had given me her voice.
"That's easy. I've arranged for some extensions that will be woven in. You can wash the hair, blow-dry it — anything. Don't forget take the anti-rejection meds three times a day. And use the depilatory twice a day. Also wear the special whatever to keep your dick from showing."
I sighed. I was very proud of my 8-inch dick. I smiled to think how it made Susan scream with pleasure when we were in bed.
Chloe would stay in the private hospital attached to the lab and I would live in her place and wear her clothes. At least I got to drive her car. I didn't have to worry about fooling her female friends, as she didn't have any but Susan. Also I was lucky enough not to need a job, as my inheritance was enough to live well on.
Chloe had thought of everything — even replaced all her shoes with ones a size larger to fit my feet and giving me a schedule of grooming times (I shuddered thinking of the bikini waxes) and pre-wedding events I would be expected to attend.
To say it was creepy was understating it, to be treated like Chloe, to go to family functions, and social events as her. I was a popular person and used to it. Now I was treated coldly like Chloe — who no one liked. I also hated the clothes, especially the heels, but soon got used to them being uncomfortable. It was weird to having men stare at my breasts. It was also weird to be treated like her, even by Mom and Dad and Ken. It was too weird. To have to be on his arm and kiss and be kissed by him (even on the cheek!). Chloe had been right — there was not any passion or sparks between them. But as usual I was a good boy as Sis called me, and did what I was told.
Maybe it was the stress and the lack of my normal workouts (Chloe had made me follow her exercise regime), but I was losing a little weight, felt weaker and my waist seemed smaller.
I must admit I loved driving my new convertible with my long hair floating in the breeze. I didn't enjoy having to deal with breasts 24/7 though. They looked great, but wearing bras and them always being in the way when I was trying to move was a major pain.
Anyway I hadn't seen Chloe since my bandages were taken off, but she called and told me that she was getting better and would be ready to be married on schedule. I would hate to do all this to have it to blow up in our faces. God I would never live it down — pretending to be her, wearing her clothes, going to dress fittings and kissing Ken. But I had to admit I looked spectacular in the wedding gown mom and I had picked out. I hope Chloe liked it.
"I am glad you've calmed down and are more agreeable, Chloe. Getting married seems to agree with you. I just hope it lasts," said Mom.
I smiled to myself. Poor Mom and Ken they would be surprised when the real Chloe returned in all her bitchy glory.
I anxiously waited for Chloe to return on her wedding day. Where the hell was she?
Then Ken stormed in, looking furious. Mom tried to shoo him out, but he dragged her out and shut the door in her face. I was frightened. Ken was a huge guy and had always towered over me. In his muscular arms he waved a sheaf of papers.
"You know what this is?" He seemed even bigger than usual and he had been an All-American football player and stood 6'6" and still weighed a muscular 240 pounds.
I shook my head and my long black hair swirled, "It's a nasty little letter from CHLOE! She's not coming back! She told me everything. I was wondering why you — Chloe — were so pleasant and agreeable the last few weeks. Now I know, MARK. I must say your tits turned out well. Bye the way did you enjoy making a fool out of my dad and me?"
"She made me do it!" I sobbed.
"I will not be made a fool of. I will not! My family can't afford the disgrace It would kill Dad's chance of ever being President. The bitch is gone. I can't find her — not in time anyway. Not that I want to anyway. What a monster! So I need a wife. It looks like it's going to be you, 'Chloe'. I've talked to the doctor who did this; the little cowardly weasel fell all over himself after I 'reasoned ' with him. Threats of jail and being beaten to death worked wonders. So immediately after the ceremony you will be operated on and a working, and fertile womb and other female parts will be implanted in you! You'll be my wife in every way! EVERY WAY. Understand?"
His huge and powerful hands hurt my arms. I started crying. "But I don't want to be a wife and a mother! And what about poor Susan? I am supposed to marry her in a month!"
"You should have thought of that earlier, you idiot!"
The wedding was a nightmare. I was all in white in satin and lace and Dad walked me down the aisle and I found myself becoming Ken's wife. How could Chloe do this to me? I was kissed as a bride and I pretended to respond. I dreamed of ways to escape, but was powerless. I couldn't reveal to the world what I had done either. I would die of shame. In a way it was going to be better to be a total, a real woman rather than risk being caught in the middle, in no man's land. I started crying again. Everyone thought they were tears of joy because I was such a happy bride.
After the nightmarish reception in which I danced in very high heels with grabby men, Kern took me to the clinic. The nervous doctor looked sheepish and fearfully at Ken. Then he said reassuringly to me. "Don't worry, the donated organs are a good tissue match."
Then I fainted. The next day when I woke up — my eight inch dick was gone. I wondered what had happened to it. Then I learned my evil sister had planned this from the beginning. Faking an illness, and setting the whole situation up. I learned the pills I had been faithfully taking were a series of powerful new female hormone drugs and that the 'depilatory' and the transplanted female stuff could not have been done successfully without them. The doc says the 'good news' is that I can now stop taking them in a few weeks, as MY new organs should be producing enough female hormones naturally. I do NOT find any of this good news. My body seems to be changing more rapidly now and I will never need to shave my face anymore. I am informed of this as if it were something wonderful.
Shit! I also find that I will be 'ready' in a week to start my honeymoon. I doubt very much if there was a bride in the history of the world who was dreading having sex with her husband more than I am right now.
Before we leave I take a last look in the mirror and see a naked Chloe looking out at me. Only Chloe never had such a sad expression in her lying life. I wipe away some tears and dress sexy for my husband in the clothes he has chosen. Ken is being nicer to me now, feeling that I've been punished enough, I guess. I am dreading that my new pussy will soon be filled with his cum.
God, is it ever weird to be fucked as a woman. Ken is surprisingly gentle with me, which I appreciate and tell him so. After a few days I start to enjoy it a little. Hormones, I guess. The honeymoon is on a private island. I am so damn used to being called Chloe now by my husband and his servants. We fly back home, first class, of course.
My husband is so proud of his virility as I am already pregnant! Oh, my god! And he wants four more. Four More!!
At the clinic that damn doctor tells me I should have no trouble having a healthy baby and more to follow. I will probably need a C-section because of my hips but that should prove no problem. I wonder if he would think it no problem if he were having the babies?
Morning sickness is the pits.
My husband leaves for an overdue business trip and gives me a nice goodbye kiss. I do some shopping to feel better. I know I dress better than Chloe did. When I get home my mom is waiting impatiently for me. She hasn't guessed the truth and thinks I am Chloe. Well, what else is she to think?
"Come on, Chloe! We're going to be really late."
I find myself in a church for a wedding. Then I remember it's Susan's and my wedding day. What will they do when I don't show? I can hardly get married to her now. Then I see the handsome bridegroom-to-be. He smiles nastily at me and proudly strokes his Errol Flynn mustache. It's me! I see Chloe's nasty smile appear on what used to be my face as 'he' stares at me and I suddenly realized whose womb and slit I have and who is now the proud processor of my 8-inch dick! Susan comes down the aisle and smiles lovingly at 'Mark'.
I sob. Now Chloe will be the one to make Susan scream on her wedding night, using my former, powerful dick.
My mom says to me. "Your brother's a lucky man to have such a wonderful wife. Beautiful, sweet, loving and rich. I'm so glad you're happy for him. You used to be so jealous."
Another though flashes across my mind and I cry harder. How my husband, Ken, will laugh when he hears the news.
The End