This story contains some nudity, lesbian overtones, mind control, drug use, and mental cruelty. Read at your own risk. I am always interested in stories which contain identity assumption. I can be reached at impersonateU@mac.com.

 

How Kara Learned to Dance

by Lauren Smith

 

My wife was never much of a dancer. I always thought she avoided dancing because it would involve letting loose in public. Her job, as the chairwoman of the Office of Confidential Intelligence, required her to always be poised and political. The OCI was a secret branch of the NSA, part of the government's black budget. Kara controlled billions of dollars of intelligence acquisition and research - she was the most powerful woman in the government. I was daydreaming in a leather club chair, waiting for her to finish discussions with the Senator who rubber-stamped her budget. I heard the click of heels behind me and looked back. Kara was coming my way with a big smile on her face. Grabbing my hand, she said, "let's dance!" My daydreaming came to a halt and we went out on the dance floor. How long was I sitting in that chair? It felt like hours.

As the tango began, Kara put herself into my arms and followed perfectly. With a flourish, she turned and executed some perfect footwork, quite a feat in her four-inch satin d'Orsay pumps. I dipped her back and she extended her leg to the point where I could see the tops of her shiny stay-up stockings. She stared into my eyes as I led her backwards, with killer confidence, along with sex appeal. She had told me that she had received makeup lessons earlier in the day - and they were worth every penny. Her tuxedo skirt nearly showed her stocking-tops when standing, and with this intense dancing, almost the entire four inches of elastic lace was revealed. Her tuxedo jacket was fitted perfectly, showing off her curves, and the black lacy top of her bra. Her cleavage was accentuated by the light reflecting off of a beautiful diamond and platinum choker, which must have cost a fortune. I vaguely remembered that she borrowed it from a friend recently.

After the third dance, I said, "you've exhausted me. Since when have you been such a good dancer?" She replied that she had been taking lessons in secret to surprise me. Giving me a big kiss, she nibbled on my tongue, which was her secret way of making me hornier. It had probably been a month since she even expressed interest in sex, with all the committee briefings and late-night briefings. "Let's go make love until sunrise," she whispered in my ear. She went to the powder room to freshen up, and I had the valet get our car for the short drive back home.

 

 

[Three Hours Earlier]

We had just arrived at the party. Before we were even able to make it to the bar, Kara spotted the Chairman of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. "I must talk to him, darling. He is presenting my budget tomorrow," she whispered. I was introduced, and they began discussing one of the junior members of the Committee, and how he could be persuaded. I offered to get the Chairman a drink, and he declined, as his was full. I walked over to the bar and ordered two Ketel One and tonics. I looked back at my wife, admiring her poise and slender bare neck, which led the eye down to well presented cleavage, but far from improper. She exuded such confidence and control, at the same time showing over twenty-five inches of leg. She had mastered the fine art of using her body to hold a man's attention, but subtly enough that his wife could be standing right there. Quite a change from the unisex-pantsuit days of toiling away as a Democrat staffer. Who would have thought that the young Democrat I married would become such a perfect Republican bureaucrat? Ever since getting passed over for a promotion in a her staff job, Kara had re-made herself into a regular on the power-lunch circuit and instead of working her way up the ranks, she was appointed directly to the top. I guess this rise had its price, though. I pull into the driveway at five thirty every night, while she usually gets chauffeured home by midnight. Instead of going out for fancy dinners alone, we tend to get takeout when we have a rare night to ourselves. The men in her life that she dresses up for are Senators and Presidents, not me, her husband. I turned to the bartender and said, "Make mine a double."

As I was waiting at the bar, a petite blonde in a silver sheath walked over and ordered a Sapphire and tonic. She was wearing silver satin sandals with blocky heels, and her bare toes were painted the same crimson as her fingernails. Around her neck, she wore a platinum and diamond choker. Before I even had a chance to introduce myself, she asked me if I was with the woman in the tuxedo outfit. "Yes, she's my wife," I replied. She stared into my eyes and said, "*you must introduce us*" in a metallic voice that seemed to roll around in my head. "My name is Lauren," she said in a voice much more fitting to her pert body. I introduced myself and told her that my wife was Kara. After explaining that I was in technology, I told her that my wife ran a small part of the Health and Human Services division (the standard cover story). I impatiently tapped the bar waiting for the drinks, resenting that the slow service was keeping me from introducing Kara to Lauren. When the drinks finally came, Lauren grabbed my arm and said, "*give me your wife's drink*" in that hypnotic voice. I handed it to her, and she stirred it with a plastic tube she removed from her purse. "This bartender doesn't mix these drinks very well. Mine was all tonic on top," she informed me, putting the tube back in her clutch. Handing Kara's drink back, she said "Ok, let's go meet her".

Kara was just finishing the conversation with the Senator, so I waited at the periphery until he moved on. I introduced Lauren to Kara and felt a strange satisfied feeling of accomplishment. We sat down on a couch, and the two women really hit it off. Lauren was keenly interested in Kara's accent, discussing it for several minutes. I rapidly was becoming a third wheel, as conversation ranged from upbringing to high school and college stories. Apparently Lauren was a good friend with Kara's sophomore year roommate or something like that. The stories were apparently funnier if you knew the people involved, as Kara was giggling and laughing like a little girl after her first drink. I offered to get another round of drinks, and Lauren said, "Kara and I are going to take a pass this round." Kara agreed, so I went and got myself a drink.

I returned with my drink to find Kara and Lauren sitting on a love seat. Kara was giggling and nodding about whatever Lauren was whispering in her ear. I tapped Kara on the shoulder and said "You aren't sharing too many secrets with your new friend, are you?" "Lauren and I share everything," she replied, as she slapped my hand and giggled, slightly slurring her words. Before I could ask for clarification on what exactly constituted everything, Lauren stood up. "*Go get some coke and meet us upstairs, room 1507*," I was commanded. To my surprise, Kara enthusiastically agreed with the idea. We had done drugs together years ago, but she has abstained ever since her transformation from staff member to political appointee. Probably something about maintaining poise and control. I was definitely interested, so I decided not to question my good fortune. It was also a good idea to get Kara out of the room, in case she got talking to somebody important in her current state.

Finally, I had a purpose. I ventured into the nightclub that was in the hotel's south wing. I paid the $20 cover and walked through the crowd, looking for someone who looked like a dealer. Having been out of practice for so long, I decided to try the old standby, the men's bathroom. Luckily, it was deserted except for a very well connected attendant, who sold me a gram at an exorbitant price, which was well worth the convenience of not having to leave the building.

I arrived in the room to find Lauren and Kara lying on the bed. They looked up as I walked in, and continued their discussion. On the bedside stand were a mirror, blade and straw. "You're just in time, we've finished all mine," Lauren said. I gave her the packet, and she cut three generous lines, and gave Kara the first one. Kara took it all in one shot, and Lauren did the second. She then asked Kara if she wanted the third, or if she should give it to me. Kara smiled at Lauren and snorted the whole line. Lauren cut another line and handed it to me, which I did in two stages. Damn, this was some good stuff, and my whole body was numb for a minute or two. Suddenly, I saw a bright flash and could barely see. When my vision returned, Kara was showing Lauren the digital photograph she just snapped of me.

Lauren suggested that I take some pictures, and the two of them posed together on the bed. When Lauren put her hand on my wife's thigh, I could feel the excitement in my loins. Figuring that it was worth a try, I suggested, "why don't you two kiss". Lauren turned to Kara and said, "Kiss me." Kara jumped on her, pulling her lips close with both hands, licking and sucking on her lips and tongue as I snapped away. Lauren then asked for the camera, and told me to get on the bed. Kara began to kiss me, this time with her normal vigor, while Lauren snapped away. Lauren then said, "Keep your eyes closed" and pulled Kara aside, whispering something to her. A few seconds later, Kara came back over and continued kissing me, exploring my mouth and lips in the way that she knows drives me crazy, and the flashes snapped. From the foot of the bed, Kara's voice said, "open your eyes!" Kara was standing there holding the digital camera ... and the woman kissing me was Lauren, not Kara!

They both giggled as I sat there stunned. Lauren said, "I really like your wife's technique, and I bet that I could fool you." Kara said, "She's a quick learner, we were making out when you were downstairs." "What does the bet entail?" I asked. "Wait, there's a second part, close your eyes again." I closed my eyes and Kara said, "First thing - do you love me?" I told her of course I did, wondering what this second bet was about. Kara whispered in my ear "If I tell you not to kiss this other woman again, will you promise me?" "Of course, honey." Kissing me ear, she begged, "Really? Will you promise me?" "I Promise". I was told to open my eyes. Across the room in a chair sat Kara, grinning. The woman who was whispering in my ear was Lauren! She continued in a dead ringer for Kara's voice, "I guess that I do a pretty good Kara impersonation. I've been listening to her talk for hours. But you haven't seen the best part yet."

Lauren walked over to Kara and said "Strip! You lost the bet." Kara stood up to her full height and looked down at Lauren with anger. I said, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to honey," and she looked up at me. Scowling at Lauren, she began to crack up and started to giggle. Bending down to give Lauren a kiss, she began to take off her jacket. Lauren neatly placed it on the bed, and took Kara's skirt and put it beside it. Kara took off her satin pumps and sat down to slide her shiny stockings off of her legs. Lauren took them and turned them right side out and hung them over the chair's arm. Kara then removed her bra and panties, and then sat down next to me on the bed, naked except for her jewelry. "What's going on?" I said. "Lauren won the bet, and now she gets my tuxedo." "Honey, she's 5'4" and tiny. The skirt will be below her knees. Your feet are four sizes larger than hers." "I think she has a way of making it all fit," Kara said and giggled. "Well, I hope she doesn't ruin your clothes," I said.

Lauren quickly slipped out of her satin sandals and silver sheath. She put them, along with her bra and panties, in the closet. Clad only in the diamond choker, she was very attractive for a short blonde. She took Kara's panties and pulled them up her legs, and sat down on the chair. I was getting turned on by the show, and turned to kiss Kara, on the bed next to me. I heard Kara's voice from across the room say "Honey, you promised you wouldn't kiss that woman." I replied, "That was a trick, and you know it." Lauren looked at me and commanded, "*Keep your promise*." Well, I did promise her, so I moved away from Kara, who pouted.

Gathering the first stocking, Lauren slowly pulled it onto her right foot, and centered her French-manicured toes with the seam. As if in slow motion, she slid her leg into the stocking and inch at a time. She snapped the elastic of the stay-up at the top of her leg, which was surprising, as the extra-long stocking seemed to fit perfectly. As she bunched up the left stocking, I noticed that her left toes were the crimson that I remembered her wearing earlier. As she centered the seam on her toes, though, the French manicure showed through the tan stocking, matching her other foot. She pointed her toes and ran her hands on her leg, which seemed to lengthen as the stocking became taut.

She stood up six inches taller than before, and walked over to Kara's side of the bed. Asking Kara to stand up, she said to me "what do you think?" Standing next to each other, the two women were identical from the waist down. I could even see a freckle on Lauren's ankle that was identical to Kara's. Kara squealed with delight and pulled down the underwear Lauren was wearing to reveal an identical patch of pubic hair. Lauren tsked and said, in Kara's voice, "I'll have to get that tamed, honey!" She stepped into Kara's d'Orsay satin pumps, which fit her perfectly. She then gave Kara another line of coke, and I stared at her new legs as she bent over the dresser while preparing my line.

Kara stumbled over to the chair and brought her bra over to the blonde, helping her into it. Lauren took several deep breaths, and her chest filled the bra nicely while her shoulders grew to Kara's size. At this point, she looked like Lauren's head on Kara's body. "Bring me your purse," she told Kara, who complied. Lauren removed Kara's hairbrush. Sitting in front of the vanity, she took her hair down, and started to brush her hair with Kara's brush. Her hair became darker and longer with each stroke. Within a few minutes, I could have sworn my wife was sitting at the vanity, but it was Lauren's face reflecting back in the mirror. Kara walked over and started to help Lauren brush and put her hair up. "Now you have to remember our hair is thicker than most, so you have to do it this way," she said as she instructed Lauren.

Lauren then had Kara sit next to the vanity and she dabbed Kara's face with makeup remover. She slowly ran her fingers down Kara's face and then her own, while looking in the mirror. Kara had an amazed look on her face, but I couldn't see what Lauren was doing, as my wife was blocking my view. Several times, Lauren had to stop while Kara had a giggle fit. After five minutes, Kara said, "Can I do your makeup?" Kara grabbed her purse and began doing Lauren's makeup. As Kara finished applying the blush, she exclaimed, "Wow, I wish I could do my makeup from this angle every day, that took half the time!" Lauren had Kara get her tuxedo skirt and slid into it with her back to me. Kara gleefully brought her tuxedo jacket and helped Lauren into it. Kara looked up at Lauren, who was four inches taller in Kara's heels, and said, "wait, your lipstick," and brushed lipstick onto Lauren.

Lauren cleared her throat and turned around. My jaw nearly hit the floor. She looked identical to Kara when we left the room earlier tonight, except for her diamond choker. She struck a pose and said, in Kara's voice, "I am a very stylish girl." Kara said, "Hey, I deserve some of the credit, I showed her how I do my hair and makeup."

Still stunned, I replied "Lauren, that is pretty convincing!" She wrinkled her copy of Kara's face and said "I don't see Lauren here. Hmmph," even pouting just like Kara would have. I said, "You've even got Kara's pout." "*You will call me Kara. I am Kara. Forget about Lauren*," she barked in the metallic voice, which actually seemed to hurt my brain.

I looked back at the tuxedoed Kara and said "Sure, Kara." She smiled and said, "Thank you, darling," and blew me a kiss. She turned to the naked Kara and said, "Give me my rings and earrings." Naked Kara, who was slumped over a chair and giggling, turned upset and asked "Why? That wasn't part of the bet." "Because I am dressed to go out, and I need to wear them," the clothed Kara replied. She turned to me and asked if it would be proper for her to go down to the party without her wedding ring. I replied, "I think it would start some major gossip." Clothed Kara turned to naked Kara and said, "*See? Do it, Bitch*."

The naked Kara shrunk back into the chair and trembled. Tears began to streak down her cheeks, as her hands shook taking the jewelry off. The tuxedoed Kara slid the engagement and wedding rings onto her finger and admired them. "My husband loves me very much," she said. She put the earrings into her ears, and took about half of the contents of somebody's silver clutch and put them into her own black satin evening bag.

Tuxedo Kara then sat down at the vanity and said, "now to add some drama," as she began to apply some eyeliner and more makeup. As she shaped her lips and added smoke to her eyes, naked Kara just watched and sobbed. She stood up and adjusted her skirt, shortening it by an inch or so. She took some pads from a drawer and put them in her bra, adjusting her cleavage in the mirror. Tuxedo Kara turned to me with a devilish smile, and all I could do was say, "Wow!" She looked incredibly hot, better than she has looked in years. Her face glowed, her breasts bulged from her low-cut jacket, and thirty inches of her legs shined in the light. She asked me if she looked too slutty to talk to the Senator, and I told her that she looked perfect. "Well, hopefully his wife has already gone home," she said.

She smiled and dialed the phone. "The package is in room 1507, ready for pickup." She looked at naked Kara and said. "No, I don't think she will be going anywhere," she replied and placed the phone back on the cradle. She stood up and finished off the coke, putting the gear in her purse. "Darling, I have to discuss a last-minute change with the Senator, but then we should celebrate with some champagne and dancing," she said to me. "Let's go."

I stood up to get going, and turned when I heard naked Kara whimper. I looked at her and she began to cry. Tuxedo Kara came over and said, "*She's just the maid. Don't pay attention to her*."

I looked at Kara and looked back at the maid. I pulled out my wallet and handed the sobbing maid $5, thanking her for the turndown. I had no idea why she was naked, but I didn't pay it any attention. She took the tip with trembling hands and collapsed on the bed, crying. It's so hard to get good help these days.

Kara came over and gave me a kiss, which I returned with affection. She straightened up her lipstick, and told me "If you'll just hang out until I'm done talking to the Senator, we will dance all night before making love, honey." She led me by the arm out of the room. I flipped off the light, leaving the maid in the dark, crying.

 

 

 

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