Getting Some Answers

"C'mon, we're almost ready to get you out of here." Said Cuzamano, as she kept walking down the hallway.

"But.. but all of this-" I sputtered, "Why did you do this to my family? Hell, why didn't you do it to me?"

Cuzamano signed at turned to open a door, "Look, just come in here and we'll go over all of this."

I didn't have much of an alternative, so I followed her in.

This was the first room I'd been in here that didn't look like a doctor's office, more like a corporate meeting room. Really, it was just a long room with a long table in the middle, surrounded by a few swivel chairs, nothing too crazy. What really stood out, though, was the right wall; instead of the plaster walls I'd gotten used to seeing, this one was one big mirror. As we walked in, Cuzamano spun one of the chairs around, and there was a little pile of clothes sitting on top of it.

"Here, why don't you get out of the Hospital clothes?" She said, and I was happy to oblige. The clothes weren't anything too special; some socks, boxers, jeans, a red polo, and some sneakers, but it felt good to have something on, after being-half naked for so long. Once I had everything on, I took a second to check myself out in the mirror, and damn, this new body looked so good.

"Glad you like the clothes," said Agent Cuzamano, "We've got a whole closet picked out for you at your new house. Speaking of, you're going to love where we've got you set up, it's-"

"Hold on, hold on," I stopped her, "You still haven't answered any of my questions, why is my whole family different, and I'm basically the same?"

Cuzamano sighed, "Well, I'd hoped you would've caught on by now, but I guess we can use this opportunity to go through everything nice and slowly." She pulled out a cigarette, and started to explain as she lit it up. "Well, when we started the WITSEX program, we would just wipe everyone's minds, change their bodies, and turn them loose. As it turns out though, having a bunch of highly experimental Federal assets wandering around, not knowing who or what they are, it tends to lead to some problems. WITSEX was still very effective for high-risk subjects, but now, to minimize complications, we've been giving every WITSEX family a control subject. That's you."

"So, we souped you up a little," She continued, "Made you look presentable, but we didn't touch your brain. You get to stay who you are, because you're gonna be in charge of your family. Nothing too crazy, just keep 'em outta trouble, give us a report once a week, and we should be all good."

"But why me?" I asked.

"Well, for a number of reasons; your school records show you're smart, and responsible, you're the only one without a criminal record, the one with the least connections to organized crime. There's also the fact that, you're a young man, and we presume you'd react well to our... incentives." At that, Cuzamano pressed a button on the table. and mirrored wall turned out to be two-way, letting me see through to the other side. It looked like this was the observation room Cuzamano kept talking about, because the rest of the family was on the other side.

Mom was wearing daisy dukes and a crop top that was clearly too small, with Windex in one hand and a rag in the other. She seemed to be cleaning the mirror on her side, but didn't seem to notice her tits were pressed right up into the glass, with the Windex getting her top wetter and her nipples harder with every spray. Katie was off in the middle of the room, wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, stretching out that big new ass of hers. I was in awe of it before, but her downward-facing dog showed me just how big that thing really was. Then there was.. Robbie. She'd clearly been dressed for the same cock-teasing potential as the other two, with her tiny halter top and mini-skirt, but she wasn't doing anything overtly sexy. No, she was just off in the corner, pacing back and forth, looking confused and scared.

"They know you're in charge," Cuzamano told me, her voice full of suggestion "To keep the operation running smoothy, we've ensured they'll do whatever you want."

It was a tempting offer. Amazing. But, it was just so goddamn fucked. "Look," I said "All of this, this is crazy! I mean, what, you want me to just work with you, with this government, that has no problem reprogramming and... transforming its citizens without their consent?"

"Well, that's where your wrong; we got consent first."

"Huh?"

"And I don't mean that legal toilet paper they had you sign in Philadelphia either," said Cuzamano, as she took a long drag on her cig, "One week before all that, your father had a clandestine meeting with a select few agents, and he agreed to all of this. I've got documents, recordings, they all prove it."

"What?" I said, looking back out at Robbie, "Dad... agreed to this? Why would he do that?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, he didn't agree to this exactly; when we sold it to him, we told him he'd be the control patient. It was decided at The Bureau that you'd be the far better candidate, would've thought someone else would tell you by now, but here we are. Before we can do anything, though, I need you to tell me that you're onboard for all this."

In that moment, I honestly didn't know what to do. Part of me just wanted to run away, take this to the ACLU, or Wikileaks, or, fucking... Vaush, I don't know, somebody who could blow the lid off all this, stop this crazy mad science the government was responsible for. Then again, these people were trained killers; if I tried to go rogue, I probably wouldn't have made it out of the building, let alone get anywhere I could talk about it. I'd like to think that's the only reason I did what I did, but if I'm being honest, I know I'm much more selfish than that.

Now, I've wanted to fuck my mother since I learned what fucking was, and I'd wanted to fuck my sister, well, since I saw her new body a few minutes before all this, so having them both brainwashed into my personal slaves was certainly an appealing possibility, but that's not what got me to make my decision either. It was my dad. No matter how different Robbie looked, I knew, that loathsome piece of shit was still buried in there somewhere. Now, he was nothing but a submissive walking sex doll, and that's what he'd wanted to do to me? I wasn't just gonna walk away from that.

I was gonna make him suffer.