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Sister Sister            by: Paul G Jutras

 

If anyone told me a year ago I would be where I am now, I'd of laugh at them. I should still be mad at my sister, but since I'm stuck like this, we've decided to call a truce. She says she feels really bad about it being permanent, and she's been a lot of help getting me use to my new life.

It started as simple sibling rivalry, and slowly got out of control. I was three years young then Akari, my sister. She claimed that younger sisters were created to bring misery, so I did my best to fulfill her beliefs and expectations.

We were both super smart, which allowed us to come up with the level of tricks we played on one another. It all started when she was running late to perform in a concert, and I substituted her boots for the ones our robot maid wears. The look on her face when I activated the remote and took control of her ability to walk. I almost got her out the door when her cries where heard by mom and dad. I would of so much loved to of made her do the dancing in the concert. Except for school work I wasn't allowed around any technology for two weeks.

It soon became obvious that Akari was using those two week to plan her revenge. I was in my room, waiting for the grape polish I had put on my fingers to dry, when I notice my fingers had fused together. I could still grip things, but I couldn't wiggled my fingers. I was no surprise when I picked up the polish bottle and took a sniff that I notice a wiff of super glue mixed in. After dad used a laser to separate my fingers apart, she got to buy me any piece of expensive make up I choose.

I used a computer virus to whip out her diary and her computerized address book of all the guys she went out on dates with.

She snuck into my room while I was asleep. She hair dye to turn my hair blue, that make me look like some of those Japanese animation women brought to life. The only piece of comfort I got out of it was that it matched my blue eyes. Eyes which she used her play plastic surgery kit to make look like the large ovals found in Japanese cartoons. I could do nothing but wait till the dye faded, but mom made Akari turn my eyes back to normal.

I got idea on the net one day when reading a bondage story on the net. I just had to wait until just before the winter dance. Mom had bought her a tight panty-girdle that made her look half her size when wearing it. While she was in the shower, I went into her room and used the special glue I extracted from the nail polish prank, and put in it inside the panty.

The dance was in the school gym. She was half-way through the dance when she had to take a leak. She went into a stall when she found the girdle was firmly glued to every part of her skin it touched. She tried to hold it, but when her boyfriend brought her over another cup of punch, she lost it all over the floor.

Mom and dad had to dissolve the glue in a similar manner as with me before they could peel her out. She was so embarrassed that it was a week before she could go back to school and face her friends. I had spent the week confined to my room when at home and cleaning the school grounds when school let out each day.

Akari told me she'd get even. But she didn't seem to come up with anything, I began to think that she was just trying to scare me. Little did I know what she had up her sleeve.

Because Akari was the first up, she was in charge of getting breakfast ready. In April she started to serving me and herself some energy shakes. They tasted a bit weird, but I figured she was on some kind of diet kick.

In mid-May I noticed that my nipples seemed to be a lot bigger than my sisters were at my age. I also notice that the fuzz that I had grown on my face was disappearing. I was finding my joints stiff in the mornings and it would take sometime before I could move normally. I notice one morning that my skin tone seemed to fade. Although worried, I figured once summer came and I started getting some outdoor exercise, everything would be okay.

The next day I woke up and found myself starring at the ceiling. I could neither move my eyes or blink. My entire body was completely stiff. Akari came into my room with a smile on her face as she pulled off my sheets and revealed my toes were fused together. She then rolled me over on my stomach and inserted a butt plug into me. She rolled me back and rubbed my Barbie doll crotch. I could only watch helplessly as she pulled out a rod on a glass wheeled platform. I felt very light, being lifted up and planted on the pole.

"Wondering what I'm going to do with you, sis?" Akari asked. I watched as she moved a mirror around me so that I could see how feminine I looked.

"Terrific." I though to myself. "I can't even call out to mom and dad."

"I could rent you out to a local store." She said as she moved back in front of me. "I'm sure mom would notice you missing. That's why nanites you had in your shakes have the function of verbal control. You'll be my own little robot servant."

"I don't think so." Is what I wanted to say as my body moved on its own to a table. What came out; however, was "I'd be happy to help you out in any way I can."

"Very good." A smile spread across her face as she lifted me off the rod and back on the floor. Under her owners, I went over to my dresser and sat down with my hands on my lap. I stared helplessly at my image in my make up mirror. With the use of the mirror, I could see her going through my closet.

Under her orders I found myself sliding a pair of nylons up my legs. I then pulled on a tank body suit over my pantyhose. My crotch felt hot by the sensuously smooth layer that fitted like a second skin. I

Figured that Akari didn't want mom and dad to notice that my breasts remained erect without the aid of any support. One the tube suit was on, a shirt and pair of pants hid as much of my shinny skin as possible. My pants made my pussy heat up ever more. The four-way stretch and seamless bodice allowed me to move anyway she demanded.

"Dinner is great, mom." I found myself saying that night at the table. Only one of a series of pre-program topics that found myself force to talk about that night. Conversations that was designed to our parents fooled to my fate.

The next morning, I was force to make Akari's bed and wishing I could tell mom what had happened to me. She was just glad to see us getting along so well for a change. Thought it was big of me to become so helpful to my sister.

When Akari wanted to privacy, she sent me to my room. I was laying in bed, wondering if I was going to spend all of my free time staring at the ceiling for now on. I found myself sitting up when she came in my room and saw tears in her eyes. Mom and Dad was with her. She apologized again and again for doing what she did to me and saying that she told mom and dad when she learned it couldn't be reversed.

It was when Akari was overheard in her room that I was put in freeze mode and rented to the nearest department store, she was yelled at. Our parents did some research. That was when they learned that the effects to me were permanent. That was when she started to feel sorry about what she did to me and brought mom and dad to my room.

She told me to take a nap while she called the family doctor about what to do. Doctor Anderson, the family physician was an expect in both bio and cyber-technology. Mom had to let Akari come, since her voice commanded my bodies movements. She was needed to order me to remove my clothes before I could be exam. As I laid on my back, I could hear the hallow sound my body made when he tapped on me. The erotic sensation that still washed over me when he touched my breasts or sexless crotch.

When it was over, Akari had been asked to order me to get up and dressed. As embarrassed as I was, my face could not express any emotion of my true feelings. I just sat up with my legs dangling over the side of the table as the doctor took the others out of my hearing range. It was obvious that the doctor had a bunch of questions to ask them.

"All things considering, she's in excellent health." I heard the doctor say with a fake smile. "But there is no way science currently knows to remove the micro-robots from her blood stream. Since Akari has control of her actions, she can order her to act like she use to before the program was introduced."

Mom drove us to school and dropped me off at JR. High before bringing my sister to her high school. She wanted to make sure that she didn't give me any embarrassing commands. I was dressed in a body shaper that seemed to increase my cleavage, and blue shirt-dress with several buttons and stockings and shoes that matched.

Since my breasts had already grown quite a bit during the past month, my friends didn't notice anything different with me. Neither did my teachers. I had an excuse from gym class so I wouldn't have to disrobe and reveal my fused toes or how glossy my skin really was.

By the time the JR High and High School proms came about, I was use to how incredibly sensitive my skin had become. At school the novelty of my shinny face and hands had worn off. I no longer had to avoid any questions about it. The way the clothes rubbed on my smooth, plastic like body was really erotic. Before Akari turned my body into a robot, the guys ignored me. Now I was up to - well ,whatever in them.

My first dance was incredible. Brad touched me as we danced and sent surges of pleasure through my being. I was so on fire that I was like a living volcano. My date really knew how to make me feel light on my feet.

I wasn't even mad about Akari turning me into being more robot than human. She still had me do her hair for her dates and vacuum her room. She still let me be myself and jump Brad's bones whenever I got the chance. Sometimes Akari and her date would make me play sandwich with them and my date. Not that I really mind. The best part is that I never get tired and find myself aroused and able to orgasm at the drop of a hat. I'll have to remember to thank her for my transformation someday. Someday that I have a free moment between school and love.

THE END

 

 

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