As I watched the image on the small black and white TV monitor, I truly could not believe it. That the person on the screen, formally a headstrong and connivingly intelligent women, was now reduced to a babbling moron. The fact that she was my twin sister was not as important, for reasons that will become apparent.
"Are you ready, Mr. Dalton?" asked Dr. Moore. He was the head psychologist at the Lexington Institute for the Mentally Challenged, my present and unfortunate location. He led me to a big door, and we were buzzed in. It should not have surprised me that security would be so stifling, yet even that fact was of dubious comfort to me. Dr. Moore led me to his office to debrief. He had a small TV monitor similar to the one outside. I could see my sister Danielle on the screen, though the volume was muted.
"Just so you understand the situation, Mr. Dalton. You sister Danielle has suffered a severe mental breakdown. We’re still unclear as to how much mental capacity she has left and whether she will ever recover any ability to safely interact in society."
"How did this happen?" I asked.
"Well, the human mind often eludes explanation. I do have a theory that will not surprise you terribly. I believe that her jealously of you has a lot to do with her current condition."
"Me?"
"Yes, you see, Mr. Dalton, she thinks she is you."
"I beg your pardon?"
"She spends most of her day here, screaming that her name is Daniel Dalton and that she doesn’t belong in here. She says that the two of you have been switched and that Danielle is actually you, masquerading as her…or him, as it were. This is a classic case of a sibling replacement complex. She has always been jealous of you, throughout her life. My guess is that this messy inheritance battle you’re your parents simply sent her over the edge."
"And that has manifested itself into her thinking she’s me?"
"Precisely."
"Can you do anything for her? Give her some Prozac or something."
"I’m afraid not. It will take weeks of intensive therapy just for us to get through her Daniel persona and to the real Danielle. If we can get there at all. Right now, she viciously attacks anyone who goes into her room."
The doctor rolled up a sleeve of his jacket to reveal a three-lined scar running up his forearm. It looked like the work of fingernails.
"The only person in this entire institute that she has any semblance of trust with is Ronald, one of the orderlies. He’s the only one who can feed or bathe her." Dr. Moore pressed his intercom button. "Send Ronald in here, please."
"So what do you want me to do."
"Well, Mr. Dalton, my hope is that seeing you may cause a shock to her system that will hopefully assist the real Danielle to emerge from the shadows of her psyche."
"Well, if she did that to you, imagine what she’ll do to me."
"Don’t worry, Ronald will go in with you. Furthermore, we have a system of negative reinforcement that all patients here must wear."
"Come again."
"Look at the monitor, your sister is wearing a specially designed locking collar. The entire staff here has remote devices that, when activated, can send varying levels of electrical current through the collar and incapacitate the patient."
I studied the monitor more closely for the first time. My sister was not dressed in a straight jacket or the typical mental patient white gown. Aside from the dazed expression on her face, she looked like she was heading to a high school prom. Dr. Moore could see what I was staring at.
"I suppose you’re wondering about what she’s wearing. That dress she has on is the dress she wore to her high school prom. In fact, her whole outfit, down to the shoes and make-up match what she wore to that event. An event at which, if you’ll recall, you were elected Prom King."
"Doctor, am I supposed to feel guilty about all my accomplishments that my sister feels jealous about?"
"Hardly. It does solidify my theory though. When we first brought Danielle in here, she screamed for days that she wanted to be dressed in her Prom dress. She would not eat or sleep until we located it and let her wear it. She demanded every last detail, even the nail polish, though we would not let her use nail extensions for obvious reasons. We were also concerned about her hurting herself with her clothes, so we had to make modifications to the outfit. Now everything, the dress, the shoes, her undergarments, are locked on so that she can’t take them off and hurt anyone."
"I’m confused, Dr. Moore," I began, "if she thinks she’s Daniel Dalton, why the Prom dress?"
"That had me puzzled for a time as well, particularly since she claimed to be you from the first day she was admitted here. My best guess is that while she desires to be you, she also desires to humiliate the persona of you. And the best way to do that is to dress you as her."
"This is too much."
"I understand how you feel, Mr. Dalton. But, your sister needs you now. This may be our only chance. If this doesn’t work, I may have to take a more radical form of therapy that I usually like to avoid. Full deprogramming through hypnosis and drugs."
Dr. Moore turned the volume up on the monitor. My sister was still screaming.
"You don’t understand! I’m Daniel Dalton! My sister dressed me up like this! She’s pretending to me! You have to let me out of here!" Danielle screamed. It was truly eerie.
"To be honest, at night, we have to gag her so she doesn’t rile up the other patients."
"But she seems to want out of the dress." I observed.
"Yes, she often begs to be undressed for days at a time. Then when one of the staff tries to do it, she violently attacks them. So we leave her like that all the time."
At that moment, Ronald arrived at Dr. Moore’s office. He had a cup of coffee for Dr. Moore, who accepted it gratefully. With Ronald leading, I took the long walk down the hallway and to my sister’s room. My sister’s current state was a shock at so many levels. Just a few months earlier, she had been her usual genius bitch self. I should offer some context for our strained relationship. From early childhood, my sister and I simply did not get along. We were probably were not helped by the fact that we looked and still do look so similar in the face. Plus, our parents used to do that whole dress-up-the-twins-the-same thing well into our teens, which is bad enough when two twins are of the same gender. So I would be in some sailor suit and she would be in a matching dress. The only thing we had in common was a hatred of our parents. I just hid it much better than she did.
Consequently, it was no surprise to me that I had inherited the entire family fortune when they died five months ago and Danielle received absolutely nothing. As a matter of fact, the straw that broke the camel’s back came a few weeks earlier when my mother found out about my sister’s plot to frame me for a crime, in the hopes that my parents would disown me and she would inherit the entire fortune. I can still remember Danielle’s reaction at the private will reading. The lawyer had to restrain her from ripping my throat out as he finished reading the will.
"This is not over, Daniel!" she screamed at me. "I will get what’s coming to me!"
In fact, I hadn’t talked to her since seeing her at the lawyer’s office. I had heard through some concerned mutual friends that she had gotten into some serious drugs, but I had no idea that it had progressed so far. Apparently, she had been arrested for soliciting prostitution, determined to be mentally incompetent, and admitted to the Institute. All these jumbled thoughts and memories were racing through my mind when we arrived at her door. Ronald took out his keys and opened the locked door. "Are you ready, Mr. Dalton?" he asked.
"I guess so."
He opened the door and went in first. The room seemed fairly normal, but it was my first experience in the stereotypical padded room. My sister Danielle was dressed just as I had seen her surreally on the monitor a short while ago. She was huddled in a ball on top of the bed in the corner of the room. She did not even move as we entered.
I took a closer look at her outfit. It was indeed the same dress she had worn to our prom so many years ago. I was not surprised that it still fit her; we had both remained pretty fit. It was this almost hot pink silk dress that was somewhere between corny and dated. It has short sleeves that sort of poofed out, a very tight bodice area with a relatively conservative neckline, and a short and poofy skirt. She also had on sheer pink pantyhose (they had to be with the length of the skirt) and some matching pink three inch pumps with lots of straps engulfing the ankle area. As Dr. Moore pointed out, I noticed small padlocks that locked the ankle straps. Even the electrical shock collar she was wearing was in a relatively matching pink tone.
Meanwhile, in Dr. Moore’s office, the good doctor was watching the video monitor intently. He paused to take a drink from the coffee that Ronald had brought him. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped the coffee mug to the floor and passed out unconscious over his desk.
Ronald went up to the bed and sat down next to her. I noticed his movements were very deliberate.
"Danny, there’s someone who wants to visit you."
She sort of snapped out of her reverie for a moment and looked at Ronald and smiled wearily. Then, she looked over at me. I expected an immediate reaction of disgust and prayed that Ronald would have time to restrain her from attacking me. Yet the exact opposite happened. She offered me a weary smile.
"Daniel, is that really you? It’s so good to see you," she began. I was probably so relieved that she was not freaking out that I let my guard down. I gingerly sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Yeah, sis, it’s me. How you holding up?"
"I’ve been…better," she said, almost laughing. I was surprised. She seemed quite lucid to me.
"Wait," she said, "everyone just sit perfectly still for a minute."
So we all did, sit perfectly still for a good two minutes. What I did not see was that Ronald, who had his hand on his belt, hitting a small remote transmitter. The transmitter than sent a signal to the video surveillance system that, ala the movie Speed, interrupted the normal video signal from Danielle’s room and re-looped the last minute of us sitting still over and over again. I would soon discover to what sinister purpose all of Ronald’s actions were heading.
At that moment, Ronald’s beeper went off. He pulled out a syringe from his belt.
"Injection time."
Danielle started to lay her arm flat on the bed, as if about to receive the injection. I leaned in to watch, when Ronald suddenly grabbed my arm and injected me with the stuff.
"What the hell!?" I began, before losing all feeling in my body and falling back onto the bed.
I could not even move my head. Ronald and my sister came into my view.
They were both clapping for me.
"Well, done, brother," Danielle began, "you and everyone else have acted just as Ronald and I predicted.
"What have you done to me? Why can’t I move?" At least I could still talk. "Just a nice little tranquilizer to numb your body. We have a lot of work to do on you. But I insisted that you be awake to watch." Danielle seemed her old evil self.
"You’ve been faking this entire time, haven’t you?"
"Well, duh, Daniel. Honestly, it took you long enough."
"Help! Somebody get in here! Dr. Moore!" I screamed. "Go ahead and scream, bro. Dr. Moore is taking a little nap and I’m afraid everyone else around here has learned to drown out the sound of insane screaming." She said.
"What are you going to do to me?" I quivered.
"That will all become clear soon enough. But first, Ronald, keys."
Ronald grabbed the key chain from his belt and tossed it to my sister. She started to unlock the ankle straps on her pumps. She then undid the lock on the back zip of the dress. Ronald reached under the bed and pulled out an overnight bag.
My sister was down to her bra and underwear. She had started to undress me. First, off came my shoes and socks. My mind raced. What the hell did she have planned? Soon, I was completely naked. Ronald had an electric shaver and proceeded to shave me from my ankles to my neck. Danielle came into my view of the ceiling. She was holding two forms that looked remarkably like breasts. She also had a bottle of something that she lathered in two circles over my right and left pecs. She then pushed the forms over my chest and held it for a few seconds. When she let go, the forms stayed in place. She startled to fondle my new breasts playfully.
"This surgical glue is very strong stuff." She laughed. "And I think you’ll find that we now have very similar chests. In fact, why don’t you try on my bra?"
With that, Danielle took her bra off and put it on me. Sure enough, my new chest filled out the bra rather well. I heard a click as she locked the bra clasp in the back with some sort of lock.
Ronald and Danielle were working like a well-oiled machine. Whatever the scheme, it had been planned for a while. Danielle had now gotten to work painting my finger and toe nails the same pink shade that she was wearing. I saw Ronald pull out another syringe and inject it into the base of my clean shaven penis.
"This prevents erections," he explained. "You’ll thank me later. Nothing more painful than getting an erection when you’re wearing one of these."
He held up another piece of flesh colored latex. This had a slit in the middle and what looked like pubic hair all over one side. He slathered the other side with more of the surgical glue, and after placing my flaccid penis in some sheath in the latex piece, pressed the piece in place on my crotch until it dried.
"See, you can still pee through it, though sitting down. Looks pretty realistic, huh?"
Ronald pulled my head up by my crew cut hair and towards my crotch. Sure enough, it looked like a female’s crotch area. The hair looked very realistic. He even inserted his finger into my new pussy and showed me just how realistic it was. He let go of my head and I fell back on the bed. He approached me with another syringe. This time, he injected me in the adam’s apple.
"This should shrink your adam’s apple and give you a more…soprano sound"
"You’ll never get away with this." I said through gritted teeth. I realized that my voice now was at the same octave as my sister. "Nice cliché, bro, but we’ve planned this perfectly. Once you look like me, no one will believe you aren’t me. And the more you scream about how we switched places and that you’re the real Daniel, the longer they keep you here. Dr. Moore is chomping at the bit to begin radical hypnosis therapy. Who knows? Soon, you might actually believe you’re Danielle, while Ronald and I enjoy the sun on some beach somewhere with the money that was rightfully mine to begin with." Danielle purred as she gave Ronald a peck on the cheek.
She slipped her panties off and put them on me. They were a bit of an ill fit because our asses were shaped so differently. Then came the pink sheer pantyhose.
Danielle started to get dressed in my clothes while Ronald continued with the process. He pulled a garment out of the bag. It looked like a swimsuit and was the same color as my bra and panties.
"This," he explained, "is a body suit corset. It should give you more of an hourglass shape like your sister. He guided my body into the suit, which had some sort of boning that pressed my stomach. It had a padded ass and zipped up in the back. He locked the zip in place with another small padlock. He showed me the key before he swallowed it. Now, there was no getting off the body suit, pantyhose, bra or panties without considerable effort.
By now my sister was dressed fully in my clothes. Except for her long hair, she really did look like me. She went over to her mirror, over the toilet and started to shave her head with the electric razors. "Unfortunately, sacrifices do have to be made to bring this plan to fruition." She said as her locks fell into the toilet. When she was done, she cleaned up the area and flushed the toilet. She came over to my view and looked right at me. I was astounded. She was me. "Pleasure to meet you, miss. I’m Daniel Dalton." The voice was similar enough to mine to get by.
Getting me into the dress was a two person job. But they soon had it on me. Ronald zipped up the back and locked the zipper on. My newly shaped body filled out the dress very well.
"A few more things and we are out of here." Danielle was excited.
"Good," said Ronald, "I’m not sure how long the knockout drug I gave Dr. Moore will last."
She pulled a wig out of the bag that was quite a replication of her old hair. She generously filled the lining with the surgical glue before putting on my head and pressing it into place. Ronald had forced my feet into Danielle’s shoes. Though we were twins, my feet were slightly bigger than hers. But he got my feet into the shoes and locked the ankle straps in place. Then, he gave me another injection. I instantly regained feeling throughout my body. I could feel the constriction of the body suit and the weight of my new breasts.
"Stand up." She commanded. I tried and almost fell down immediately. Three inch heels took some getting used to. She guided me to a chair by the mirror and toilet. My feet were already starting to hurt. "Now for my favorite part." She pulled out her make-up kit. She started with my eyes and worked her way down. Eyeshadow, blush, mascara. The works. Then, a soft pink lipstick to match the rest of the ensemble. She took out an aerosol can and sprayed it all over my face.
"This is make-up sealant. Should last a few days before wearing off, so don’t bother rubbing your face."
She let me look in the mirror. I was looking at my sister. She pulled two matching pink earrings and clipped them onto my ears. I noticed her ears were not pierced. She had really been scheming this whole thing for some time.
"For the grand finale…"
Ronald handed Danielle the electric shock collar that she had worn before.
She placed it around my neck and locked it in the back. "Care for a demonstration?" she asked playfully. She gave Ronald a nod and he pressed another transmitter button on his belt. I felt a sharp painful sting coming from my neck and quickly running through my body. I fell to the floor and was unable to move. Ronald pressed the button again and stopped the shock. I climbed back onto the bed.
"I told you, Daniel…I mean, Danielle. I was going to get what was coming to me. And now you will, too. I will try to visit sometimes." She chuckled.
"For now," she continued, "I’m off to my huge house and to start planning our big vacation. Ronald will stay on and look after you for the first month, before he comes to join me. Make sure you don’t get yourself into trouble. By then, you should be fully acclimated to being me."
She gave me a big kiss on the forehead. "Well, tata."
She exited the room. As she did, Ronald hit the button on his belt that released the interference on the surveillance camera. He blew me a kiss as he exited. I immediately began tugging at my clothes. The wig, the dress, the shoes were all securely attached to my body.
Just as Ronald and Danielle were walking out, Dr. Moore appeared down the hallway. He was clutching his head.
"I’m not sure what happened. I must have fallen asleep for awhile." He said, looking thoroughly dazed.
"You didn’t miss much." Danielle said, in my voice. "She didn’t even recognize me. We all sat on the bed in silence for almost an hour."
"Yes, doctor, guess your theory didn’t work." Ronald finished.
"Unfortunate," Moore said, "we may have to begin radical therapy sooner than expected. Now, Mr. Dalton, if you’ll come with me, I have some authorization forms you must sign."
"Of course," Danielle replied, "Ronald, pleasure to meet you. Please take good care of my sister."
"I will do my best, sir," Ronald smiled back.
Meanwhile, back in the room, I was pacing around as much as I could in those shoes. My sister had really gotten me over a barrel. I was locked in her clothes, her hair, with her voice. And everyone thought I was insane. Trying to tell the truth would only make me sound more insane. My sister happily signed the documents authorizing the radical drugs and hypnosis therapy in Dr. Moore’s office. She looked at the monitor behind the doctor. It was my room.
"You don’t understand! I’m Daniel Dalton! My sister dressed me up like this! She’s pretending to me! You have to let me out of here!" I screamed straight into the camera.
Dr. Moore and my sister sat in his office and looked sullenly at my display on the monitor.
"Ronald, I think Danielle may require some negative reinforcement. She seems more lively than usual." Dr. Moore said.
With that, Ronald went down the hall and into my room. He touched the button on his belt, and the shock through my body sent me into convulsions on the bed. He finally stopped the shock and left me lying there. My sister left the Institute. I sat on my bed and tried to plot some way out of this predicament until Ronald came in with my dinner. I immediately assumed a defensive position.
"Relax," he said, "I just have some food for you. So, Danielle, are you enjoying your stay here thus far?"
"I don’t know what that bitch is paying you, Ronald, but I’ll double it if you get me out of this." I pleaded in Danielle’s voice.
"No, Danielle," he said, "I don’t think so. Besides, you have to stick around. I guess we didn’t mention that Danielle and Dr. Moore have weekly late night sessions."
"What?"
"Eat up. He’ll be by in an hour."
That certainly was not a promising development. By then, I was really hungry and devoured most of my dinner. The hour passed, and Dr. Moore came into the room, right on schedule. My first chance at getting out of this. "Hello, Danielle. Are you ready?" he began.
"Please, Dr. Moore. I’m Daniel. I really am. We talked in your office earlier today."
"Danielle, let’s not regress anymore. We play this silly game everytime. Now we both know who you really are." He tried to sooth.
"No, really, doctor. Get me out of these clothes and I’ll show you. They glued fake boobs and a latex vagina on me. Take them off and you’ll see."
"I’m not falling for that one again, Danielle. You are staying in that dress indefinitely. Now the sooner we get down to business the sooner I leave you alone."
"Business? What are you talking about?"
With that, Dr. Moore unzipped his pants and exposed his erect penis. I was shocked.
"C’mon, honey. You know what to do."
"Are you crazy?" I screamed. I felt a shock run through my body as he depressed a transmitter on his belt.
"We can do this easy or the hard way."
He finally relented on the button. I realized that I had no choice. He started to run his hands up and down my nylon clad legs. Danielle had really exacted her revenge.
THE END
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