Truth

This chapter is a little bit longer, but for the story to work, I needed to be that detailed, I think.
It's getting pretty naughty during the end.
If you are into lesbian **** (well, not really) content! Now have fun with the chapter :-)
Tags in this chapter: gender bender, mind control, lesbian, sisters, climax, transformation, pussy, slut, valley-girl accent, age change

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"Alright. Truth." Markie pressed send, and another message arrived immediately.

"Describe what Lucas looks like in your dreams," read Markie, her voice full of disbelief.

The room went silent for a moment.

"Do I have to spill, like, everything now, or what?"

Olivia's mouth was agape, what kind of task was that.

"Just say what you think about Lucas." Penelope said, full of anticipation. An anticipation she didn't understand herself, but it just had to come out.

"Like, okaay!" She closed her eyes and got going. "In my dreams, Lucas is, like, this super strong character I totally know from the real world..."

Lucas' build transformed, muscles emerging, shoulders broadening. His body took on an impressive appearance.

...He's got these, like, broad shoulders and that look that's all, 'OMG, check me out, I'm Mr. Strong and, like, Steady,' y' know?..."

Lucas' once warm, open gaze turned intense, showing a determination and strength Olivia hadn't seen in him before.

"...His face and, like, chiseled chin are just screaming all macho."

Lucas, excited by his newfound strength, stood up. "Whoa…!" he exclaimed, easily lifting the coffee table. "Shh," Penelope hushed him, making him sit back down, a bit sheepishly, to listen to Markie's ideal version of him. Yet, he couldn't help thinking things were looking up.

Markie kept talking, eyes closed, but her words twisted unexpectedly. Trying to describe strength, her words morphed as if on their own. Realizing the change, her smile grew demonic, and she continued, unable to stop or control her speech. Her descriptions, oddly double-edged, suited both male and female, leaning more feminine.

"But then, deep in dreamland, his features start to, like, play a different tune and kinda blend into something way softer. His whole bulk, like, seems to skirt the edge of transformation, getting all delicate and stuff. And his hair, OMG, it transforms from short to this long, flowing mane, totally changing his vibe to something so much softer and, like, way more approachable and colorful..."

Lucas’ physique softened, his shoulders tapering into a gentler shape. His hair, once short, flowed into lush waves, shifting from blonde to a captivating pink and purple.

"...His eyes, once all fierce, now sparkle super gently and gleam. And those lips, OMG, they're so plush and rouged, making him look all sweet but, like, somehow... ****..."

Lucas' eyes, previously determined, now sparkled with a captivating softness. His lips, subtly enhanced, were colored in a way that underscored his newfound delicacy.

"Stop, stop, stop," Olivia interrupted. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Markie opened one eye but didn't look at Lucas; instead, she locked eyes with Olivia.

"Well, I'm sharing my dreams. Like you asked," she said in perfect language, addressing Olivia without any accent. She then closed her eyes again, refocusing on her dream.

"What are you doing?" Brad whispered. "She will die if you don't let her finish."

"How can such a lying bi..." Olivia was cut off by Penelope slapping her on the shoulder. "Quiet," she hissed. "Can't you see what's happening to her, I mean him? And what is about her accent?" Olivia looked questioningly at her friends, but they all just looked at her oddly. Except for Markie, who still had her eyes closed.

"Continue," Penelope directed at Markie, ignoring Olivia.

Olivia hung her head in defeat, unsure of what to say. Sometimes she hated how shy she was.

"...He totally rocked this adorbs little skirt, making him look so rad..."

Lucas' pants morphed from masculine to a delicate, feminine little skirt. Clever pleats and lace detailing at the hem complemented his figure beautifully. The choice of a soft, pastel material lent an elegant fluidity to his every move, showcasing a beauty that was both understated and bold.

Olivia looked shocked at Lucas, a once close friend, as he transformed into a woman. Lost forever. But perhaps new friendships could be forged, she thought, smiling. Then she thought of Lucas again and couldn't recall how he used to look. She tried to picture it, but only Lucas's new image appeared.

"...So by the end of my dream, Lucas, like, morphed into my little younger reflection, can you even believe it? She's all prancing around the globe, super graceful and all that jazz."

From the familiar man, he had transformed into a beautiful young girl. But something else changed. Her words contained a reflection, which meant she would act and look exactly like Markie herself.

As she transformed, her outfit shifted dramatically. The skirt shortened to barely reach her hips, while red and black checkered stockings appeared on her legs. Her flats turned into 10 cm heels, reshaping her feet and shortening her Achilles tendon, making the heels feel natural. Her top became a tight, black piece that just covered her, enhancing her figure to a full D size. A black collar labeled "Lucy Bitch" in white letters adorned her neck. While her hair stayed the same, her face was now highlighted by bold makeup: dark, dramatic eye lines, bright red lips, pronounced rouge on her cheeks, and a heavy, noticeable foundation. The makeup was bold, leaning towards the theatrical.

"But this is all just a dream, right?" Markie opened her eyes and saw someone sitting on Lucas place on the other side, next to Olivia, looking nothing like the girl did in her dreams, smiling at her.

"Lucas? Like, what happened? Where's Lucas, and who's this... girl?" Markie asked, pointing to the person sitting where Lucas had been sitting, concern in her voice.

"Who's Lucas?" Olivia asked. Markie looked around for help, but everyone just looked at her questioningly.

"What's gotten into you? Don't you see it's me, your lil' sis?", asked the girl, who was now looking at her worriedly. Her voice and speech also seemed to change, but Markie couldn't make out what it was, she hadn't spoken enough.

"Sister? But, like, I'm totally an only child", now it all revolved around Markie.

"It's the game," Olivia interrupted, but was met with incredulous and annoyed looks.

"Seriously. First Ronnie, died because he refused. Then me alone in the library, I remember exactly what I said, after that it was 'Lucy's turn, now it's Markie's turn." She spoke so fast her words tumbled over each other.

Everyone looked at her, not understanding, but Lucy seemed to get it, nodding in agreement. Her perfect hair fell over her shoulder.

"I totally believe you, like, no cap", Lucy said in such a slutty voice, Markie had never heard herself speak like that before.

"Are you guys, like, playing a joke on me? 'Cause it's totally not funny!" Markie said angrily to Olivia and Lucy.

"Like, seriously, Markie, I'm not even kidding. I can spill tea that's, like, only you and me vibe." Lucy began to say in her slutty voice.

"Remember that time we first locked lips? You were, like, 21 and I was rocking 18. It was like the world just went all blurry around us. Or, like, our legit first blowjob. I was just 20..." She told this with passion and precision, but was interrupted by Olivia. "Too much information girls, too much information. Please sort it out somewhere else". She held her hand in front of her eyes as if she needed to protect herself from the sun.

"I'm interested," Tyson said out of nowhere.

"You're the only one who thinks that," Olivia said, receiving nods of agreement from Penelope and Brad.

"This is, like, super, uh.. major?", Lucy said to her friends, her voice again super slutty and slow. Slowly, Olivia and Penelope nodded until Brad nodded in agreement. "Carry on," said Brad.

Markie recalled her first kiss at 21, though the details were fuzzy. Was it with a boy? His name slipped her mind, yet the memory of the kiss lingered. But now, her memories seemed to blend with those of her sister Lucy. Despite her love for Lucy, the intimacy of these memories puzzled her. Lucy was cute, and Markie had always been a role model for her.

Markie held her head. None of this was right; hadn't she taught herself how to do makeup? But in her mind, one thought became clearer. She loved her sister, as it should actually be forbidden. Memories played in her head of how they both taught each other make-up, skipped school or dressed slutty.

"What's, like, your deal, Markie?" Her sister asked harshly. She didn't know compassion, or at least she had never learned it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Olivia now asked more sympathetically.

"It's just, all this information..." Markie still held her head, disbelieving what her sister was babbling about. But it was true, the new reality was accurate. Lucas was gone, and the memory of Lucas seemed to fade.

Lucy smiled, she had a demonic grin on her face, but no one seemed to notice and so she continued talking, "where was I? Oh, right, blowjobs. So, I was 25 I think and you were, like, 18, I can't really remember. But we bumped into this old dude at a bar..."

Think of Lucas, Markie, think of Lucas. He can't disappear. But with every additional word, Lucy squeezed herself between her and Lucas. Was it Lucas she had her first kiss with? Or was it Lucy? Everything inside her screamed for Lucy, Lucy, Luuuucccy.

With Markie embracing her true self, the ages of the sisters subtly shifted. Lucy matured a lot, while Markie became slightly younger, moving from 24 to 22, just to step behind Lucy, now 29. Markie's admiration for Lucy went beyond mere sibling affection; she mirrored Lucy in every way, a sign of deep love and dependency. To Markie, Lucy was more than a sister; she was a pivotal figure in her life, shaping her choices and views in profound ways.

"...He, like, made us an offer. We'd blow him and if we did a fab job, he'd totally hook us up with booze..." But she was interrupted by Markie, who just kept talking from that moment on.

Lucy's demonic smile disappeared.

"We, like, totally messed up. But it wasn’t all bad, 'cause we took it as, like, a life lesson or something. From then on, it was like the world was literally at our feet. We started blowing, like, every guy we met, and now we're at this point where we can totally make any guy blow and make him cum, in, like, no time." Markie completed the sentence with a smile.

Lucy was a little confused by this explanation at first, but after a brief demonic grin crossed her face. Everything was fine.

"Wouldn't have put it that way, but yeah, that's pretty much the sitch.", Lucy confirmed.

Markie remembered everything now. They had tried everything together. The first time vaginally, anal, all three holes at once, facefuck, boobfuck, cumdumb, handjob... But everything was initiated by her older sister Lucy, whom she always looked up to and who was her role model.

Suddenly something popped in her head and all other worries disappeared. There was only Lucy and her friends left.

"Sorry, like, I need to use the restroom real quick?" Markie excused herself.

"Just don’t take too long," Olivia chided, knowing well what she was up to.

As Markie disappeared, the older of the two sisters cleared her throat, "Like, I'll be back in a sec, okay? Just, you know, don't do anything I wouldn't totally do", she grinned in a slutty voice, earning annoyed eye rolls from Brad and Olivia.

"Those two, when they're together, they've got nothing but their pussies in mind," Olivia said, shaking her head.

"Maybe you just need a boyfriend to give you a proper fuck," Tyson added with a shrug.

"Okay, Tyson, how many times do I have to tell you, I’m happy without a boyfriend," Olivia said a bit too sharply, immediately turning red and awkwardly looking away.

"Okay, soooorry," Tyson responded with another shrug.

How she hated Tyson. But he was Penelope's boyfriend, and since they were friends with Penelope, that made Tyson their friend.

Olivia just looked to the side, waiting for Lucy and Markie to return and continue with the clues they had gathered, consulting with her friends.

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Bathroom

Markie was deeply engrossed in a rather private moment on the toilet, letting the stream of water quietly trickle, when suddenly the door swung open. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked up in panic, expecting to see Olivia, but instead, it was her sister Lucy who entered. "Why you acting all scared?" Lucy asked with a mischievous smile on her lips and a raspy voice that promised more than just mischief. Despite the bathroom's tight space, barely accommodating more than a toilet and a sink, with hardly any floor area to speak of, she squeezed in next to Markie.

"Shh, like, not that loud, okay?" Markie whispered, visibly distressed, pressing her long fingernails to her lips as a silent plea for discretion. Yet Lucy seemed unaffected by such concerns. "They probably, like, have a hint of what's happening here. A bit of fun won't, like, hurt anyone, y'know?" She countered with a carefreeness uniquely her own.

Lucy leaned down between Markie's legs and let the warm water run over her hand. She leaned down and kissed her passionately on the mouth. By now they were both skilled at kissing and not smudging makeup. Lucy still had her hand between Markie's legs and so she began to rub her wet pussy. A sigh escaped Markie's mouth, which was muffled by the kissing. Lucy realized that Markie liked it, as she always did, and rubbed her pussy harder and faster. Another sigh escaped Markie "Ooohhmmm".

That wasn't enough for Lucy and so she rubbed harder and harder and faster and faster. She had already drained her urethra, but now she drained some more fluid from her urethra. It was a white mucus, just as liquid as pee, but caused by squirting. Yes, she was a squirter...

"Ahhhhh," Markie let out, Lucy still pressed her lips to Markie's, but Markie could no longer think properly. The kiss was just a side event, she was twitching all over and Lucy didn't seem to be running out of energy, she was now rubbing her wet pussy at full speed and with maximum pressure, "flish, flish, flish, flish".

As there wasn't enough room in the toilet and she was very close to orgasm, she braced herself against the wall with her high heels to push herself off and make herself as long as possible and savor the orgasm as much as possible. She braced her hands on the toilet lid and lifted her bottom high. She didn't care about anything. Lucy released the kiss and now only cared about Markie's pussy. Lucy now had better access to her pussy, which was now stretching towards her. She stopped rubbing briefly, giving Markie a moment to catch her breath and regain her strength, and now inserted two fingers into her dripping cunt. "Oh YEEAAAHH, EXACTLY THEERE!!!! AHHH", Makrie now screamed in Lucy's face. She was so close to orgasm, so close.

But Lucy played with her as she now slowed the pace and looked at Markie with a sexy smile. Markie looked at her pleadingly.

"If I let you climax now, are you gonna, like, deal with the rent for next month?" Lucy asked with a laugh, making her look so sexy. This beauty of a woman, how could anyone resist a smile like that? She would have done anything just to be able to come now.

"Ohhh, yeeaahhh!!! Please just let me come... Pleaseeeee!!!" Markie begged her older sister.

"Totally need to record this moment," Lucy said and took her phone out of her bag. She opened the camera app and started filming. "Wait, what were you tryna say again?" Lucy asked over the cell phone camera and filmed Markie's reaction. How she squatted there in that position and wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer.

"Please... I'll do anything. Just let me come now!!! Pleaseeeee!!!" She now screamed in Lucy's face and into the camera. Everything was filmed, no turning back. But it was worth it. It was so rare for her sister to show such affection and tenderness. She had always been cold and unfeeling towards Markie. But somehow everything was different today.

Satisfied, Lucy put the cell phone aside and put her whole hand into her dripping cunt. Markie came immediately. "AHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! Ohh mmmyy Goooaaad". Her orgasm was so intense that she pushed herself against the wall with all her strength, but it gave way and her heel stabbed into the wall, leaving a permanent hole.

"Shhhiiitttt, Oh fuck, fuck, FUUUUCKKK!" Her whole body was twitching and so the other heel pushed against the wall again and again, with the result that the wall gave way again and now there were two holes in the wall. But she kept hitting it with her shoe, making the hole bigger and bigger. Lucy had her conspiratorial smile on, as if she knew exactly what was going to happen.

The toilet lid couldn't withstand the unusual pressure any longer and shattered into several pieces beneath her. Markie plummeted, bottom first, into the toilet, which was already full of her piss. But it wasn’t just the lid that failed its duty; the toilet itself, having seen better days, collapsed under the unexpected weight. It broke into pieces, causing water from the pipes to gush freely through the small bathroom, soaking Markie's back with water and her own piss. The water quickly spread across the tiled floor, turning the room into a chaotic mess of ceramic pieces and puddles. Lucy stood over her, smiling. "Should've, like, avoided the climax. Now you're stuck dealing with rent and, like, a totally trashed bathroom," she laughed, leaving Markie, who was still writhing and living out the rush, on the wet floor.

"What happened here?" Olivia, who had rushed from the living room at the sound of the loud crash, gasped and covered her mouth in horror upon seeing the extent of the damage in the bathroom. "How am I supposed to pay for this?" she lamented. "The landlord is a monster, he'll demand such a huge sum that I can forget about continuing my studies," she sobbed in despair.

"I... like, I'll totally cover the costs?" Declared Markie with a dumb voice, who was shakily getting to her feet.

"What's this a question or a statement?" Olivia asked snippily.

"Oh, like, sorry, but that was supposed to be more of a question, 'cause, you know, I'm not, like, solely responsible for this..." Markie said, immediately receiving a dark look from Lucy, who tilted her head with a menacing glare. "Oh, like, my phone was totally in on it too. I was, you know, watching some naughty stuff", she quickly added, her words accompanied by a slight giggle. Instantly, Lucy’s expression softened into a lovely smile, a change so heartwarming it made Markie's heart swell with warmth.

Markie thought Lucy had changed. But now she had two debts to fill. She would have to spend a lot more time on the streets and sell her body until she had enough money to pay the rent alone. That didn't even cover the cost of the bathroom. Lucy had made her work harder, as usual. Lucy was probably enjoying time with her friends or something, while she had to sell her body and work extra shifts. She hated her sister sometimes, but that orgasm had been worth it!

"Well, that's all I expected," Olivia replied, disappointed and shaking her head.

"How are you going to pay for the bathroom?" Olivia looked at her through her tears, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

"Well...", Markie began, hesitating a bit.