Stepping Up | Bitch-Sitting

 

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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.

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“Go ahead.  Do it.”  Madeline’s defeated voice said.

The bright light of the beam flickered as I pulled the trigger.  Her body deflated and fell to the ground, a pile of what appeared to be some flesh colored material.  I scooped up the fabric and went to her bedroom, smiling to myself before discarding my own clothing.  

“I’m so glad you’ve become agreeable to this little arrangement,” I said as I rolled the stocking-like fabric up my leg.  I sighed for a moment, loving the satiny touch of it. “We both know that this is best for both of us.”  My voice rose as I spoke, the register shifting into a more sultry, feminine tone.  I paused as the flesh-toned material merged with me, warming with life.  I fanned myself before pulling the clingy material up to my waist, feeling it constrict and mold my core.  I felt it entwine itself with my body, demanding my hips become fulsome and womanly.  Creamy, flawlessly tanned skin replaced my own pasty masculine shape, shrinking me down to a delectably petite height. I groaned as my manhood was swallowed by the void of the suit and replaced by a smooth feminine mound.  

“Aren’t you glad I spent weekends pampering your body, Madeline?” I purred as I pulled the rest of the suit over my chest and slipped my arms into the glove-like sleeves.  I flexed the fingers as they became dainty and graceful.  “I gave that pale skin of yours and gave you a glowing tan.  Then I had your body waxed to make you flawless!  To think you were hiding this fabulous body under frumpy clothes.”  I felt Madeline’s essence shivering under the surface, embracing my own spirit.  She was aware of every word.  I smiled as I felt my chest adopting her breast’s sensitivity and heft.  My delicate fingers slid underneath them and cupped my heaving globes.  I cooed and licked my lips, savoring their density and fullness.  “Gawd, aren’t you glad I got these enhanced?  Gave you some real curves.”  I grinned, finally pulling the head over my face submerging into darkness as the suit sealed.

I blinked, lashes flickering while my head swirled with giddy dizziness.  Everything was vibrant and vivacious.  I felt my nipples stiffen as my mind merged and dominated my host.  Madeline’s spirit surrendered to my anima;  A passenger within her own flesh.  

“Now I’m Madeline.” I said as I stood up, curves jostling and hips swaying as I padded to the bathroom.  I turned on the shower and glanced at the mirror, leaning forward to feel my breasts sway from my chest. “You love seeing it, don’t you?  The stunning, sexy bitch I turned you into?”  Madeline’s spirit pulsed, desperately submitting to my dominant aura.  

“This is the woman you could be but lack the heart or will to become. A man sculpted you into your ideal self. I'm that better girl.  I’m you!”  I twirled on a heel, stepping into the steamy water as I basked in my superiority.  The shower relaxed me as I pampered my delicious curves with a scented body wash.

“You don’t deserve such a delectable and shapely body,” I told my host as I patted my balmy skin dry. Her aura shivered in agreement, her whispers growing stronger within my mind.  I can’t stop you, she whimpered, aroused by her powerlessness.  I’m just a voice in your head.  

“That’s right,” I purred with satisfaction.  “You’re just a collection of  lingering thoughts.”  I savored the lovely sensations of scented oils and lotions moisturizing my skin.  The radiant glisten they gave my skin would look dazzling under the  dim candlelight of the restaurant my date was taking me to.  “You were so meek.  So mediocre when you should be a queen.”  

She never put up a fight or protested my dominion.  I took the silly lump of clay pretending to be  Madeline and made her a diva!  Every time I wore her, she watched me upgrade some aspect of her life.  I asserted myself as her proxy and shifted the narrative from docile wallflower to stunning vixen.  I brought out her best and made people bow to my heels.  I wrapped men around my finger and she felt the thrill of my exhilaration.  Every time I took control, she lost herself in the feminine power I exercised.  I was the mistress of her mind and body.  My control over Madeline was absolute.  

“You don’t fight me because you know you can’t do this,” My host pulsed in agreement as I brushed mascara on my lashes and traced my eyes with liner.   My lips were made more kissable by pink gloss and I had styled my hair into a radiant crown of gold.  “Don’t I look ravishing?  I bet Gregory will love it.” I told my reflection as I poured myself into an ivory ruched strapless dress.  I felt my host’s spirit flicker in surprise. “That’s right; The boy you’ve been crushing on for over a year - the one you didn’t make a move on and let your friend Valerie scoop up?  I did what you couldn’t do and made a move.  He’s taking me out.”    I slipped on my heels, standing in front of the mirror as the doorbell chimed.  I hit the door lock on my phone and struck a pose as Gregory walked in.

“Wow you look incredible, Maddie!” I preened and gave him a twirl, loving his attention.  My host pulsed with rapture.  

“Thank you, kind sir!”  I leaned against Gregory, rewarding his kind words with a cheek kiss;  A bit of sweetness to mark my property.  I knew my host felt my intoxication as he escorted me out the door.  She knew it would only be a matter of time before I took over permanently and became Madeline forever. 

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