Chapter 21

Returning home later that night, Victoria walks in fully dressed but disheveled. Going straight to her bedroom she finds Roman half-dressed and passed out sound asleep on the bed. Shaking him until he wakes up, she looks at him with a big smirk on her face. "I figured out how Le Femme figures into Trisha's financials. She is none other than the infamous shemale, Courteney CoXXX."

Bleary-eyed and not even awake, Roman lifts himself from the pillow and looks up at his beautiful girlfriend who is lacking two very expressive features, her big, boulder like breasts. "Huh?" Not recognizing her at first, it takes a minute before he remembers where he is and what time it is. Rubbing his eyes you finally sets up all the way. "Say that again?" He asks yawning big.

"Trisha Sampson is the underground dancer Courtney CoXXX and she stuffs!" Victoria says excitedly as she strips off her clothes and immediately goes to put on her stuffed bra and panties.

"Who the hell is Courtney CoXXX?" Roman asks still not getting it.

"Trisha's alter ego. How that helped her get into politics is beyond me." Victoria answer stepping into her brand-new and excessively stuffed undies. Lifting them up, her perfect bubble butt and generous looking vagina slide up between and along the back of her legs.

Throwing off the sheets, Roman stifles a yawn as he goes to his laptop. Bring it to the bed he plops down and fires it up. Going back to his research he starts digging around when he makes a connection. "Ahhh..."

"Ahh what?" Victoria says excitedly, hopeful for something big. Spinning around her big and empty bra is hiding her chest as she's about to reach around her back and clip it together.

"Well at about the time Trisha was formally announced on the political scene, there was a pretty big party hosted by the Clinton foundation. In fact Hillary and Bill were there as part of a fundraiser for the DNC. La Femme was hired as part of the entertainment surprisingly enough." Roman says smiling. "And Courtney CoXXX was one of the entertainers listed."

"Jesus... Democrats are not very subtle are they?" Victoria States with a humorous smile as she drops one then the second fake boob into her bra. Walking over to the bed she is swinging her hips as she runs her hands up, pulling her hair with it.

Noting the subtle hiphopcrisy on blatant display, Roman laughs. "Kind of like someone else I know..."

"Shut up and stuff me. After what I had to endure, I deserve it." Victoria says softly as she climbs onto the bed. Pushing Roman down she takes a dominant position on top and start smothering him with her body and stuffed bra while flicking her big crotch up and down his manhood.

"I think you do that quite well all by your self dear..." Roman smirks as he guides his hands over her big and stuffed rump.

"Ha... Ha..." Victoria purrs then silences her man with a hot and heavy kiss as she prepares to make love.

Back in Philadelphia at her exquisite townhouse, Trisha is pacing. Leaving right after the debacle with her customer, she is worried that her secret is going to be exposed. Staying up half the night she tries everything from binging on ice cream to screaming and stomping around her living room in an effort to try and delay what she feels will be the inevitable.

The end of her career and the end of her campaign.

Her only solace is that her customer did not record anything and who would believe some pixie haired, twiggy nobody over her anyway? Finally falling asleep at around two in the morning, Trisha gets only four hours of sleep before she has to get up and get ready for work.

Walking into her office the next day, Tricia is expecting the worst but after a couple of hours there are no emails, no phone calls and especially no visitors. Still it can never get out her real identity. If people knew who she was in the underground then her career would be finished! Putting those thoughts aside she gets to the work of being a state senator and is in the middle of reviewing a proposed bill that she is being asked to co-sponsor when there is a knock on the door. Looking up as it is opened, she smiles broadly when Hillary Rodham Clinton walks in.

Yes, still wearing her infamous pantsuits...

Smiling broadly, the former 2016 Democratic nominee for president holds her arms open wide in friendship. "Trisha! How's the next great hope for the US Senate doing today?"

"Fantastic Mrs. Clinton! It is so nice to see you, you look great!" Trisha squeals, giving the much shorter woman a warm embrace.

"As do..." Hillary is interrupted as her face is smothered by big and jiggly cleavage. "You..." She muffles the last bit. Pushing yourself back, she has to Crane her neck in order to look into the candidate's eyes. "But there is a problem. You are tied and neck and neck with that bothersome bimbo, Victoria."

Her smile vanishing, Trisha sighs spinning on her heels. "I know! I don't understand how anyone could like her. She is a gun-toting redneck! I offer the people fairness and equality as well as support it all she offers them is a job? And environment or they can choose between more low paying wages that would rather sit on your face then give you decent Healthcare options? I don't get it." She says pacing away.

Walking up to a chair, Hillary pulls it out and takes a seat. "There are just some people who claim to this crazy idea of freedom and there is nothing you can do about it. They just don't want to admit that they were never free to begin with. They have always had government or someone telling them what to do since the beginning. They are delusional at best and those are the people that you need to forget about. You need to focus on those Bou can still be sold on the idea that we are guaranteeing their way of life whereas Victoria would rather just leave it up to the fickle winds of Wall Street and the farcical idea of competition to decide their future."

"So what do I do? I have spewed every Democratic talking point there is and she is gaining on me and I I have a feeling she is going to win." Trisha stops and spins around with her hands on her waist looking concerned.

Smiling smugly, Hillary looks Trisha square in the eye. "Which is why I am here. We are concerned too, trust me. I think now it might be the time for you to reveal who you are." She says letting her eyes drift down.

Feeling the intense stare on her crotch, Trisha looks down then looks up red in the face. "What!?! After all of these years now you want it to come out?"

"Yes." Hillary says with a calm smile. "The winds of change have made people like you, more acceptable... I think our best bet is to show that not only are you transgendered, but that may be your tone on guns as a little bit softer. Regulation with acceptance oh, that will win over the undecided voter who spend their money on such barbaric weapons instead of providing for themselves and their family and a more responsible manner."

"Uh..." Trisha says while shifting uneasily from foot to foot.

"You have a Remington tucked between your legs, don't you?"

"Uh... Yes?" Trisha answers.

"Then use it." Hillary says as she stands up. Walking over to the desk she pulls a flash drive out of her pocket and sets it down. "You may also find this to be useful as well. Have a great day Senator."

Watching the corrupt and crooked Hillary Clinton walk out of her office, her big ass jiggling, Trisha walks up and shuts the door. Turning around she looks at the flash drive sitting on her desk. Walking up to her chair to take seat and plugs it in. Clicking on the video she watches and her eyes open wide at what she sees.

An extremely voluptuous redhead falling off a boat only to be pulled up and revealed to be not nearly as busty and she advertises as well as wearing something curious around her waist. What it is is not clear, but it is definitely not her polka dot bikini bottoms! There is also no denying the jiggle of a belly overhanging the waist of what COULD be a soaking wet diaper...

Meanwhile down on a beach in Florida, Victoria is standing underneath a pier. With her is Roman who has a camera set up in the sand. Standing next to her and wearing a triangular striped bikini is the life sized doll that she gave him holding an AR-15. "This is weird."

Plugging the camera into his computer, Roman is putting the finishing touches on her latest campaign ad where she will be advertising how pro-second Amendment she is. "I know, but if you want you can wear the bikini."

"Fuck no!"

"That's what I thought. I'm only using the doll to simulate your curves and what will draw viewers in better than you in a skimpy bikini showing off your beautiful body while holding a gun?"

"Ummmm.... I donno but sounds sexy. How is this going to work?"

"First I am going to film the background behind you, then you are going to walk the doll towards the camera. After that you are going to walk the exact same way towards the camera and speak your lines. When I am done I am going to edit each frame until it is your head on top of the doll with your skin matching each and every frame and it will look like you're the one walking across the sand. Good thing you are wearing high heels because your dolly's going to need to borrow them." Roman explains as he turns on the camera and runs the background.

When it is her time to do her part, Victoria feels incredibly stupid the entire time, but is extremely satisfied with the end result a week later.

Turning on the TV on the night her commercial airs, she along with the rest of America, is excited to see such a blatant display of sexuality splashed on their television screens! While the ad garners badly needed attention to her campaign, it does not come without scrutiny. It is slammed on the left as inappropriate and sexualizing a very serious issue in America today. Fox News generally applauds the approach while paying lip service to common decency.

Watching the ad for herself, Trisha is shocked when it looks like her opponent is naturally endowed after all! Watching the ad and then looking at the screenshots of the woman climbing out of the water, she is completely baffled. Is this going to turn out like the Steele Dossier did for Donald Trump?

Realizing that the time is now, Trisha calls her campaign manager and sets up a rally to be held right away...