You couldn’t imagine it would be worse, but as you step in, you realize your folly. Your mother passionately greets and kisses her partner as your father lies deflated in the couch, still in his work clothes.
You stand still, seeing the fruits of your betrayal, until your mother’s voice barks at you. “Close it, Davey! They’ll see us!”
You slam the door, unsure if out of anger - you’re too numb to care. You watch as Leslie – the girl you just brought – studies your lifeless father, mocking him. “This is what you expect me to wear?”
“They’re already a couple, babe.”
“Could be better.” She (he?) grabs your father’s chin. “Feels weird to be older.”
“That can change,” Meredith purrs in your mother’s voice as she hands the pens. “Go change. We’ll have time to discuss our next move later. Up the stairs and straight.”
Heaving your father’s skin, Leslie leaves you with your replacement mother, who quickly eases your turmoil. “Don’t worry, kid. He’s in good hands.”
“You’re telling me that to humor me.”
She laughs, mimicking your mother to chilling effect. “I’m telling you this because burning these identities is a big mistake.” You stare coldly at her, but she retorts with a very familiar warmth. “We’ve done this for a while.”
That’s quite unexpected. “Does that mean you’ve had them for long?”
Meredith looks behind her back, startled. “That’s none of your business.”
“But you said--!”
“Fake names, fake identities.” She sighs, looking back upstairs. “You’re gonna get into trouble for being too nosy.”
“I’m already in trouble for letting you in.”
“I mean bigger trouble.” She sounds exasperated – a strange twist. “You don’t know a thing about us. Look – the fewer questions you make, the better. And I’m not saying this because of Les.”
“You sound scared of him.”
“Not scared,” she clarifies. “Leslie’s a professional, and in this line of work, you need to be. If he tells you, he tells you – if not, don’t push him.”
“And why warn me?”
She throws her arm around your shoulder, shaking you. “You’re not my brother, son or even nephew, but you’re still family. Trust me when I tell you – Leslie's a good guy and he’ll take care of your dad like I’ve taken care of your mom.”
Her words give you no comfort, especially when your father reappears with a sinister leer. “How do I look, babe?” he says as he kisses your “mother’s” neck – with her response full of life, unlike hers.
Perhaps too full of life. “Yummy...” She stands, holding him close and assaulting him with kisses. “Though I prefer the one inside you.”
“Get a room!” you blare as you move away.
“Watch it, kid.” Your father’s stern glare becomes more unsettling when you know the truth. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with my girl.”
“He suggested something good, though.” Meredith runs your mother’s finger on his chest, eyeing him hungrily. “Wanna test the new equipment?”
“You know me so well...” He adjusts his belt, cackling amused at you. “Go ahead and do what you want, David – your ‘mother’ and I have some catching up to do.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You move upstairs, mumbling angrily. “I’ll warn you if Claire comes.”
“Who’s that?” He quickly corrects himself after a pause. “Right. Claire. You think she’ll arrive before Tina?”
“I’ll warn you if anyone comes,” you say, dripping your thick scorn. “Dad.”
“Great!” In a flash, Leslie heaves his partner Meredith, struggling to hold her. “Babe, either I have to do some weights, or you have to--”
“You do the weights.” She holds tight, easing the load. “Y’know, I feel Davey needs a reward.”
“What reward?”
“He helped us get in, and he’s kept our secret. How about...?” She glances at you and giggles. “You let him a while inside her?”
He grows serious, but Meredith’s knowing gleam softens him up. “Yeah. A little sugar and salt go a long way.” He jerks his chin at you, beckoning you to follow them.
Once upstairs, while your “mother” undresses, your imposter father hands you the skin of the deflated blonde girl. “Put her on. And lock your door – you've got until any of your siblings arrive.”
“Alright, sir.” You grab her, shuddering at how flesh-like it feels. (It should, as it’s real flesh.) The imposters shut the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
The girl’s naked body entices you. She’s got a small and curvy frame, her rosy and perky breasts squirming as you lead her inside your room. A pretty face, with small nose and thin lips, and big, innocent eyes round all up. You’ve seen it work twice. Will it work for you?
You quickly undress, your thing at full mast from the very thought. You slide your foot, like wearing socks, and quickly feel a film of a slimy, sticky substance clinging to your flesh. (You realize why Meredith has to adjust your mother’s face every time – to avoid wrinkles) Slowly, you raise her smooth and sexy legs upon yours and quickly adjust her groin.
You also notice she’s got good hips – as your thing gets squished flat into a hairy groin. You lift her torso towards yours, and then slide your arms inside her slim fingers. Adjusting her breasts is a chore, but soon you’re left only with her head.
And then, you slide your own inside hers. You fondle her soft, delectable face as you adjust it inside yours, fully understanding what Meredith feels when wearing your mother – a rush of excitement at your nudity.
You open your eyes to notice they’ve changed – they're brighter, and larger, and your lips can’t hide the smile on your face. You don’t know how old she is, but she doesn’t look a day older than Claire. You look at yourself in the mirror, admiring your new visage.
You squeeze your new breasts, and you feel their weight and softness. You grasp your ass and hips, firm and squishy. You giggle, and you hear her high-pitched, playful voice. And all of this is driving you towards something.
Will it work? You shove her fingers inside the slit amidst your groin, and you feel how deep it goes. And when you feel the buzz, and your legs growing weak, you understand why they were so desperate.
You kneel before your mirror, and watch as you turn that sweet girl’s face into a lewd, sinister leer.
--
It’s been a couple of days since Leslie replaced your father, and your job has been made both easier and harder. It’s obvious the other pen’s carrying him, as your siblings suspect nothing. The only moment you felt everything was going south was when Claire – who rarely speaks to you – casually drops her phone and nears you, while your “mother” is busy.
“You notice something different?”
“No,” you lie, though your response was too jittery, and that fired your nerves.
“Really?” She points at your mother, watching intently. “I’d’ve figured you’d know, since you’ve been closer to her.”
“I don’t see anything different.”
“How come?” she hisses. “Mom hasn’t been as happy as she’s been now – and Dad’s been a bit too lax. You think they’re going through a crisis or something?”
You sigh inwardly in relief, trying to bluff her with some truth. “Well, they’ve been busy these couple past days.”
“I’d say otherwise.”
“I mean the baby-making kind.” You see your little sister cringe, making you snort. “Guess they found out how to light their flame.”
“Aren’t they too old to have a new kid?” Successfully deflected, you marvel at how wrong Claire is. Leslie and Meredith are young and passionate, in contrast to your parents’ tired, lasting relationship. But the gestures are theirs, which means they still have something for each other – your real parents, that is.
One thing has changed, though. You’re not allowed in the basement, which is where they take off their borrowed faces for whatever they want to talk about. Their overconfidence is their fatal flaw, though, as you manage to slip into one of their conversations.
And what you hear isn’t nice. “I don’t like the kid.”
“Who?” Meredith asks. “David?”
“Yeah. I’m sure he’s not gonna rat us out, but he’s too curious. We need him out.”
She pats his – or rather, your father’s - chest, eyeing him warily. “Why?”
“Because of what you told me. Babe, this’ll be a longer operation.”
“And?”
“You promised you’d return them. You shouldn’t have.”
Meredith coos at him, rubbing her nail all over his body. “Starting to like being an office man?”
“Of course not.” He steps back, grunting with disgust. “I’d rather change to the younger kid.”
“You better not be loud,” she warns. “What if he listens?”
“I don’t mean David,” he clarifies. “I mean the older one – Nick. You were right – he's got the better looks.”
Your stomach ties into a knot. This isn’t what she promised.
And she makes it very clear. “You always say that we shouldn’t burn our identities.”
“With those things?” (Is he referring to the pens?) “We can make a few hits as us and then live out as them. And I’m rather anxious to see you inside the older of our girls.”
Your disgust wants to blow from your stomach. These guys tricked me!
“We can make him understand, Les. We’re already using that money to pay for their credits.”
“I know, but that wasn’t the plan! Weren’t we gonna retire early?”
“And we can – with their faces.” Your face twists with anger, your fist clenching tight. “You think he’ll disagree?”
“I’m sure of it. But that made me think. He enjoyed being Bets.” (That’s Elizabeth, the girl you wore that day.) “What if we convince him by giving him a life of his own?”
“What do you mean?”
Leslie looks around, forcing you to hide deeper. “I’ll tell you in bed, babe. But he’s gonna be a liability. Better off without him that with him.”
The idea of a new life is tempting. But what if he knows you’re there? Could it be a loss of life instead?
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