Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Newlife Crisis

“Harold…? What have you done?!”, Ellen demanded.

The sexy little blond flipped her hair with satisfaction before correcting the woman, “It’s Brittany now, sweetie. Brittany Branford. The new transformation clinics can do some pretty amazing things, huh?” With a joyous pep, the girl turned in a circle, flaunting her lithe, half-naked body. She continued explaining, “Mr. Branford has promised me an amazing life by agreeing to be changed into his dream girl. It’s time for -me- to be waited on hand-and-foot! It’s time for -me- to be able to stay home all day while -my man- keeps me in comfort! And -unlike you-, I’m going to make sure he -always- knows how much I appreciate him!”

Ellen was dumfounded, “Great Harold! Just -fucking- great! And what do you expect us to do while you’re running around living out your midlife crisis as your boss’ dumb little whore?”
Brittany rolled her eyes; these kinds of hissy-fits were exactly one of the reasons why she’d wanted to leave. She couldn’t have predicted her way out would be a life of wearing bras and panties, but it seemed the best option available.

Ignoring Ellen as best she could, Brittany turned her attention to her former son, Lance. In an almost bi-polar fashion, her voice became alluringly sweet, “Well, I don’t know about what -that bitch- will be doing, Lance, but Mr. Branford was kind enough to extend his offer to you. How would you like to become my twin? Oh, pleeeeassssse?, “ she pleaded, hands held tightly together just above her pussy as she bounced slightly in desperation, “It’d be so much fun! Gorgeous twin wives living the life of luxury with our millionaire husband! I love you and want you to join me, buddy. I only want what’s be for you…for us.”

Ellen’s mouth now seemed permanently affixed to the floor. Lance held his head in confusion. “Trophy wife” was never something Lance thought he’d grow up to be, but now he was seriously considering giving up his entire life to become one. What would his girlfriend think? What would she tell people when everyone else went back to college after the summer? 

"Where’s Lance?"

"Oh, probably getting pounded by her new husband."

Just being presented with the opportunity felt so surreal…so wrong…but also so -amazing-. A life without worry, pain, or disappointment. He knew it was too good to pass up, even if it meant becoming a woman - becoming the -same woman- his father had. He'd met Mr. Branford before and knew he was a good man; a lonely philanthropist whose wife died in a horrible car accident years ago. He knew they’d be well taken care of, only needing to make sure they took good care of him in return.

Resolving himself, Lance stepped down and took Brittany by her delicate awaiting hand. He decided he did want the new life offered to him. Paying no heed to Ellen’s ravings, the two happily walked out the door of the home for the final time. It didn’t belong to them any longer. -They- didn’t belong to -her- any longer. They were Mr. Branford’s now…

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