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“Bring me my champagne and be quick about it. Be useful for once.”
Jacob flicked his wrist dismissively, taking a moment to admire his
manicured nails - stark white in contrast to black dress adorning his
body.
“Yes, dear,” The man kneeling at his feet said before gathering himself and walking out.
“Yes,
MA’AM” Jacob corrected, watching the man flinch. Jacob’s lips curled
into a smile, still wet from pink gloss. He didn’t want to admit it,
but tormenting his father in this fashion was fun. He had grown up
thinking his father was such a powerful and prideful man. Now he saw
him in a different light; sniveling. Weak. Pathetic.
“Admit
it, you love this,” The voice in his head whispered. He tried to shake
his mind free of her influence but he couldn’t resist. His delicate
hands rose up to caress his creamy breasts, admiring their shape. The
same breasts his stepmother Lilly possessed. Her voice tickled his
thoughts as he admired his lustful curves. “You see your father as I
see him - a plaything.”
He stayed silent, unable to deny her
words. Lilly’s thoughts had truly colored Jacob’s psyche. All of her
cunning, debaucherous desires were seeping into his mind, corrupting and
twisting him into her carbon copy. Her words sunk deep into his
subconscious, making sure Jacob’s heart matched his feminine body. He
tried to hold onto his sense of self by focusing on his contempt for her
but his resistance was crumbling fast. God help him, he didn’t expect
to love being his own stepmother. She was away spending her husband’s
money, but here influence was assured thanks to the double she created
in her absence.
“Why does it feel so good?” The former Jacob
whispered, rubbing her thighs together as she tried to quell the damp
warmth between them. Instead, her arousal grew, her eyes glancing over
at the mirror. “Gawd I’m so hot.” She moaned in the same voice as the
original Lilly, her reflection’s lashes waving at her. Her mind was
permanently shifting to the feminine, dominating Jacob’s sense of self.
“You
ARE hot,” The voice within her said. “You are a hot, sexy bitch and
you know it. It’s who you are now.” The new Lilly didn’t want to give
the original satisfaction. Still, how could she deny it? It felt so
GOOD to be bitch to her former father. She loved seeing how sexy she
looked in the tight dress contouring to her curves. Everything from her
lipstick to her heels to her perfume oozed lavish decadence. She was
feminine perfection - just like her stepmother. “You’ll give in soon
enough. Just let me wash over you. You’re Lilly and it feels good to be
a bitch.” She sighed and let herself entertain the thoughts overriding
her masculine perception. She was going to give in and let herself be
Lilly in every way. Her lover was on his way and she would spread her
legs for him on her marriage bed while her husband listened behind
locked doors. Then she would be ready to accept herself as the hot sexy
bitch she had become.
