“Kill ‘em with kindness.”
That’s how she planned to show her young nephew not to mock her, not when she took him in, not when she fed him, not when she tried to get him laid, not when she went out of her way to make sure he could smell her farts! No, she’s kill him with kindness. She listened to his explanations, his excuses, and went out of her way to take them as flattery. She led him to believe that she thought he wanted to be like her, to be the new Fanny, but she knew he didn’t. But that wasn’t going to stop her from turning him into one! Fanny was not as dumb as Jesse wanted to believe, growing up as fat and flatulent as she did made her acutely aware of when people were making fun of her.
“Jessie!” Fanny called to her young charge, “It’s almost 11 am, are you ready for your “Fanny Training?” sweetheart?” “Fanny Training” was what she called the time between lunch to after dinner where Jesse would eat, fart, and learn Fanny’s mannerisms to help complete his transformation. Who knew how long it would take, but did it really matter if he hated every minute of it?
She heard his sigh from his room and smiled, “Yeah. Let’s, oh God, start.” It was day 5 of Jesse’s “Fanny Training” and it all started with stuffing him into as small a girdle as they could fine. “Why are we doing this again?”
“Well if you’re going to be like yours truly,” lord did he not, “then you need to eat more, and this will hopefully force all that beautiful potential fat go to all the right places!” She cinched as tight as possible before sending him on to the next part. “Now go put on your matching outfit!” Fanny had been forcing Jesse to dress like her for lunch, and today she decided that wacky and tacky was the order of the day. So Jesse was forced to put on matching copies of her cheetah print spandex Capris and matching gloves, black and white hound’s tooth print tunic dress with, of course, cheetah print belt. She had black and white wingtip inspired pointed heels on with a 5-inch heel, but Jesse only has a 23-inch heel. 5-inch was beyond his capabilities right now. Fanny was acutely aware of how tacky she looked, and had to actually stifle a laugh when she saw her nephew. The laugh instead came out as one of her farts.
PHHHHRRRRTTTTTT!
“That reminds me,” Fanny snapped her fingers, “Don’t forget your milkshake!” She handed Jesse his milkshake and he frowned. “What the matter? Don’t you want to be like me?”
“Yeah…I do,” Jesse sighed as he held his nose and drank the shake, a Tabasco sauce and vanilla milkshake. Fanny used half a bottle of Tabasco sauce and it wrecked havoc with Jesse’s stomach making him fart as much as Fanny.
FFFFRRRRRTTTTTTT!
Almost as much as Fanny.
“So you ready to do your make up like me? You ready to take your next step for the day into being me?” Fanny asked enthusiastically with an air of naïveté in her voice, like she really believed that Jesse wanted to be like her. Playing the lead in all those school plays was really paying off.
“Yeah, do you want me to try this time or are you going to do it again?” a defeated Jesse asked.
“You take care of the lips and blush, I’ll do your foundation and eye shadow until you have some more experience,” Fanny told him. She did his makeup and let him finish it off before fitting a wig that looked like her huge updo. She was going to let Jesse grow his hair a little bit before “teaching” him how to properly style it. Jesse stood up and showed his aunt for any last minute changes, but on inspection Fanny found him to be a cute little masculine version of herself. “You look adorable!”
“Yeah, …adorable…”
“Okay, so you know the rules by now; double portions at lunch, fried snacks at one, ice cream at two, a 12-pack of ring dings at three, three slices of cake at four, and as much as you can eat for dinner at five! Any substitutions need to be approved by me so that we can get you just like me as soon as possible.”
“Then I can change back to my clothes after dinner,” Jesse checked.
“If you wanted to do that, sure. I guess,” Fanny shrugged. She didn’t force training around the clock like some others might because it might build resentment and Jesse might catch on she was doing this for revenge and not some misguided attempt to make them the same because she misunderstood what he wanted. He might eventually catch on, but this would put this off by some time. Fanny was playing a long game here, stretching Jesse’s humiliation out for as long as possible, hopefully to the point his body was similar to his and he would be unable to undo that.
“Oh Jesse,” Fanny cooed, “I’m so glad you took those first, almost insulting if you didn’t explain it so well, steps into trying to be me! We’re gonna be the same!”
VVVVRRRRPPPPP!
Jesse farted and Fanny clapped in excitement. “Yeah, …we’re gonna be the same…”
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