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Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1999 21:53:53 -0000
From: Paul1954
Subject: Brotherly Love
Brotherly Love
By Paul1954
It was Monday again, at 6:53am on a cold and frosty, December morning and
Frankie Carbonara was still lying in his bed. It had been over twenty
minutes since his alarm had gone off, and he was trying to think of one
good reason why he should not just stay here in his warm and cosy bed.
It hadn't been one of his better weekends. On the Friday he had been dumped
by his latest girlfriend and, what had made it worse was, she had waited
until he had taken her out and spent what little disposable income he still
had left and was now broke until the next pay-day!
Saturday had been no better. His 'big' brother Leo, or 'Lucky' Leo as his
friends had always called him, had returned from the sabbatical that he had
been on since he had graduated in the summer. He was taking up a promising
job in the marketing department of a new Telco in the City, and his
prospects were excellent.
He had returned to the family home, where Frankie still lived with his
parents, while he was looking for somewhere to live and he had been full of
himself. What, with tales of his trip to India and with him looking forward
to his new job, Frankie remembered all over again, just why he hated him so
much.
His own life had always been the opposite of his brother's.
Leo had been very academic and had studied hard.
<The only thing Frankie had studied was the form of his favourite
racehorses>
Leo was tall, strong, and handsome and had his father's dark and
smouldering Italian looks that women found irresistible.
<Frankie was small, lean and pale, taking after his mother's side of the
family>
Where Leo had won a scholarship to a top grade University, Frankie had left
school at sixteen only to get a string of dead-end jobs, culminating in his
latest at the "Burger U' Like" in the City of London.
This was what he had to look forward to on this cold morning!
He was due to start the early morning breakfast shift in forty-five minutes
time, and he finally managed to drag himself out of bed, get dressed and go
downstairs looking like something that the cat had dragged in.
Once again his appearance was in total contrast to his brother, who was
dressed in a smart business suit and being fussed over by his proud
parents. They had never treated him like that, he thought resentfully as he
downed his coffee, grabbed his old coat and mumbled goodbye as he set off
on the two mile walk across London Bridge to where he worked.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, turned up the collar of his coat, and
watched his breath turn into a cold mist as his thoughts turned to how he
could bring his brother down a peg or two.
The final straw, for him, had been when Leo had first returned home on the
Saturday. He hadn't been home for an hour when he had been down to the
corner shop for some cigarettes and just happened to buy a lottery ticket.
He wouldn't have bothered, he said, but he had just felt lucky and spent
just �1 on a ticket.
It had almost been inevitable. That evening Leo's number came up and he
was, all of a sudden, �15,000 better off. What made it even worse was the
fact that Frankie did the same lottery every week, he always spent at least
�10 on his tickets, and had yet to win even �10!
He would swear that even if Leo fell into a pile of horseshit that he would
still have come up smelling of Rose's!
His dark mood was still with him as he served yet another grey-suited pen
pusher with yet another egg-muffin. It didn't improve as he found that one
of the lunchtime deliveries he had to make, was to his brother's new
office. At least, though, his brother didn't notice him and he got away
without further embarrassment.
He returned home that evening, before Leo returned and headed straight out
to he pub to drown his sorrows, anything to avoid hearing how successful
his brother's day had been.
"Frankie boy, how have you been -- I haven't seen you down here for a while"
came a familiar voice from behind him as a hand slapped him on his
shoulder.
Frankie turned his head to see the expected face of Vincent O'Malley, a
well-known small time crook - but with big ambitions - that he used to go
to school with.
"Hello Vince" Frankie said as he lifted a pint of cold beer to his mouth
and took a long, deep drink.
"I hear Leo's back in town, is he still as lucky as ever?" Vincent said as
he pulled up a barstool.
"Is he ever -- when has he ever been anything else!" he said with a heavy
dose of irony.
Vincent snapped his fingers to gain the barmaid's attention.
"A pint of lager and" as he turned to see Frankie put his empty glass on
the bar "another one for him".
Over the next half-hour Vincent sat and listened to Frankie's moaning. It
wasn't the most stimulating conversation that he'd ever had, but he could
see how he could turn Frankie's jealousy to his own advantage.
"So you say you want to put him in his place, eh!" he said as Frankie
finally paused for breath feeling relieved at sharing his burden.
"Well yeah, but I don't know what I can do about it right now. I'd do
anything to get him off the scene once and for all!".
He'd do anything, that's perfect, just perfect, thought Vincent as he
prepared to bait his trap.
Vincent leant across and said to Frankie in a low voice "Look I've got some
friends that'd fix Leo for good if you want me to" he said as he looked
around him to ensure nobody was within hearing range.
"F .. for good!" Frankie said too loudly for Vincent's liking, "hey -- I
don't want him killed or anything -- I just want him to lose for a change. I
just want something to go wrong for him for once, for me to win out for a
change" he whined in a drunken voice.
"Well what if I made it so that Leo can no longer do his top job any
longer, maybe make it so that he can still work but in some other capacity.
You know, something a little more servile -- like a secretary or something!"
Vincent said as he went back to his pint of beer to let Frankie take this
in.
Frankie gave a drunken laugh and said "Oh that would be great, just dandy
but how do you propose to do that -- there just aren't that many male
secretaries around here you know!".
"I know, I know -- who said anything about male?"
"Y .. you mean that you could turn him into a girl!!" Frankie spluttered
incredulously, nearly spilling his drink. "But how?".
"To tell you the truth I don't really know but, do you remember Billy the
'Boffin', you know -- the geeky guy whose dad was a vet!".
He carried on as Vincent nodded in affirmation.
"Well, his dad is a bit of an animal rights sympathiser -- figures I suppose
-- and he was looking for a more humane way of neutering animals, starting
with cats -- he just loves cats" he said as he shook his head in wonderment.
"He devised some sort of serum or something and, damned if I know how he
did it, but Billy claims that tom-cats started turning female somehow.
Seems to think it might be possible on people as well -- he could make a
fortune if he's telling the truth, and I don't have any reason to think he
isn't" he finished and returned to sipping his pint.
Frankie, in his drunken mood, was intrigued. What a way to bring down his
brother, especially if he could become some gorgeous airhead, always having
to fight off men. But that was just a fantasy wasn't it?
Despite his scepticism he just had to give it a try, if there any chance of
him putting one over on his brother it would be worth taking.
"Okay, I'm in -- how can set this up?" he said.
"Well, this is going to cost. I know Billy's dad will need some money to
continue his research and I've gotta get something out of this so" he left
the questions hanging in the air, "say about �12,000".
"�12,000 !!!!, but you know that I haven't got that kind of money" Frankie
said despairingly.
"Well that also includes the surgery needed to remove the useless male
remnants, you know -- his the old cock and balls" he explained seeing
Frankie's confusion.
"It seems that the serum will change all the internal organs and leave them
in full working, female, order, at least they will if the cats are anything
to go by! It'll also, the Doc thinks, make the victim -- er -- patient, grow
breasts from the natural hormones that the changed body will produce. The
only thing left to do will be to rebuild the empty husk of what's left and
make it look like a girl's twat" he laughed.
Oh this sounded so good to Frankie -- he just had to do it but how could he
get the money needed! He asked Vincent if he had any ideas!
"Well maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement .." said Vincent
smiling, as he started to reel Frankie in.
It was four nights later and Frankie was sitting in a nightclub in
Deptford, two miles from where he lived, waiting for Vincent to show.
Vincent had told him that he wanted him to do a few 'jobs' for him and
arranged to meet him here at about this time. He knew that whatever he was
being asked to do must be illegal but he didn't care, he would have done
anything, by this time, to get his brother out of his life.
Five minutes later Vincent was striding around the darkened edges alongside
the dance-floor and towards the waiting Frankie.
"Hey Frankie, you all ready for this?"
"Sure Vince, whatever it takes you know!" replied Frankie.
"Oh sure, I know all right. I've spoken to Billy and he's got things sorted
for the end of next week" Vincent said as he lit a cigarette and gestured
to the barman for a drink.
"Good, it can't come too soon for me. Leo's been unbearable all week
telling us all how great his job is. To top that, he still hasn't found
anywhere to live, and he doesn't seem in any rush to do so either!".
"Right then, down to business. I want you to take this package over to the
contact whose name is on the front. He'll be waiting at this address for
you and all you've gotta do is to just hand it over to him and say it's
from Vincent" he said, showing Frankie an address north of the Thames,
about forty minutes away.
"Wh .. what's in it, why can't you take it yourself?" Frankie said
nervously as he took the ten inch square brown package that Vincent passed
to him.
"It's better if you don't know. Now just get along there and get it
delivered, I'll have a similar package for you tomorrow" Vincent said and
paused to answer his mobile phone.
Frankie didn't like this. He had never been in trouble with the law and
didn't feel happy about this at all. He was beginning to wonder if the
revenge he had planned for his brother was such a good idea after all!.
He was still there, some two minutes later, looking at the package and
wondering what to do when Vincent turned and saw he hadn't yet gone. He put
one hand over the mouthpiece and hissed at him.
"I told you to get along, I've already given Billy some money up front so
you'd better get moving -- you already owe me and somebody is going to be
getting a little impatient if you're not there within the hour!" Vincent
said and then turned his attention back to his conversation on the mobile
phone.
It had been a breeze. Frankie had just arrived on time, dropped off the
package and made his way back home. It had all been done in a back street
alley and the package's recipient had kept his face fairly well hidden in
the shadows.
He knew that he still had another six drop-offs to make and would be
relieved when it was all over, he just wasn't cut out for this kind of work
and his hands were still trembling as he slid his body into a warm and
steamy bath.
His mood hadn't been helped, either, by the nagging he had got from his
mother when he had returned home.
"Frankie" she had said, "when are you going to make something out of your
life like your brother has? Your father and I are getting so worried about
you, what with all the dead-end jobs, and never being able to keep a
girl-friend -- I just don't know what's going to become of you!" she nagged.
He couldn't escape to the bath quick enough and it only served to reinforce
his resolve to get his own back on his brother!
The next two drop-off's went smoothly but he was followed on the fourth
occasion, and had to double back along some narrow side streets to lose his
shadow. His nerves were in shatters when he met Vincent the following
night.
Vincent sat on the barstool, whiskey in one hand and a package in the
other, as he watched a tentative Frankie sidle up to him.
"Look Vince, I don't think I can do this anymore. I was followed yesterday
and had to take some swift action to avoid getting caught. What have you
been getting me to carry for you?".
"My customer wondered why you were late, he wasn't very happy with me. If
you haven't guessed, you've been delivering grade one cocaine to the north
London mob. You'd better shape up you know, you can't back out now -- I've
already paid for the treatment for your brother and you'd better not
double-cross me!" he said with a venom that frightened Frankie.
Vincent handed him the package.
"You'd better start taking extra care from now on, the police must have
been getting suspicious of you and had you followed. The same thing has
happened to me - that's why I had to get you to act as the courier"
Vincent said as he glanced around him, making sure nobody was listening.
Drugs, Drugs !!! He could kick himself, he should have known!
Vincent could see Frankie was close to cracking, he had to act now to stop
him blowing everything. He leaned over closely to him, grabbed him by the
collar and whispered aggressively into his ear.
"Now look here Frankie, this package has got to be delivered in fifty
minutes. If you don't get it there in time then there's going to be a call
made to the police. You are in this up to your neck now and I don't think
you'd last very long under interrogation -- do you?".
Frankie snapped back quickly.
"If you do that, then I'll tell them all about you and what you've made me
do".
Vincent merely laughed.
"Frankie, Frankie, I've got friends. I was never here tonight or any of the
other nights. There is nothing you can pin on me. Now get along there now,
if you get through tonight okay then I can fix up Leo for the weekend. Now
git!" he said pushing him towards the door.
The thoughts of Leo getting his just deserts, plus the thoughts of maybe
spending some time in jail, gave Frankie enough of an incentive to make him
to see the job through.
Well, he managed to complete that job without any problems, plus the next
one. Before he knew it the next weekend had arrived, and Frankie was
eagerly anticipating this evenings main attraction.
It had been arranged that Leo would meet up with an old flame that he'd
always had the hot's for at around 8:00pm. She lived in a rough area in
Deptford, SE London, and Leo would pick her up from her flat.
In reality, she was Vincent's girl friend and he knew that Leo would have
to pass through a dark and dingy back alley to reach where she lived, and
it was there that he would spring the trap.
Leo had already left, he wanted to have a quick drink with some old
acquaintances before he met up with his old girl friend and had gone about
an hour ago.
While Leo was travelling towards his fate, Frankie was lying on his bed
and, for the first time, considering the consequences of what he had
arranged for 'beloved' brother. Oh sure, there was still no love lost for
Leo but Frankie had an unusual, magnanimous, feeling inside of him at this
moment.
What about his parents, how would they feel when their prodigal son
disappeared, he thought?
What about Leo himself, did he really deserve to lose everything he had
ever had! His money, his job - even his masculinity?
No, this just wasn't right! Just at that moment Frankie knew that the rabid
jealousy that he felt about his brother said more about his own
inadequacies than anything that Leo had ever done or said to him.
Besides, he hadn't been called Lucky Leo for nothing!
No, the truth of the matter was Frankie didn't really give a damn for these
finer feelings. He just, somehow, had this feeling that his brother would
get out of this trap and, when he did then he usually came up smelling of
roses. There was sure to be payback for him then. He would have to warn
him!
He looked at his alarm clock. 7:18pm -- there was still time to reach Leo
and stop him if he moved now!
Having no means of transport Frankie started to jog towards where Leo would
be. He knew he could run the two miles within the time needed, even without
being fit and, sure enough, it was an exhausted and panting Frankie
Carbonara who arrived at the entrance to that dark and dingy alley just
five minutes before Leo's planned arrival.
The two hired thugs were waiting in the shadows as instructed. At about
8:00pm they saw some movement in the glare from the streetlight in the main
road.
They could hear see the footsteps approaching, as well as the lengthening
shadow, as the target approached. As the target drew adjacent to them they
could see it was a male of about the right size but they would make sure,
just as they had planned.
"Hey Carbonara", the first man called.
The man turned to face him and, as he responded in the affirmative, the
second man brought a cosh down onto his head sending him into oblivion.
"Oh God .. where am I wh .." he started to say but stopped at the sound of
his voice.
Something was wrong here -- his voice was a little croaky but it was still
much lighter than it had been before! He also wondered why everything was
so dark and what it was that he could feel over his eyes. It seemed like
some sort of mask!
His already racing heart quickened as he realised that something was very
wrong here and he started to experience a mild panic attack. He could feel
an uncomfortable sensation coming from somewhere around the area of his
stomach, but the most frightening thing was the total silence that
enveloped him.
He felt the most basic of human needs to break that stifling silence and
called out again.
"Please, please -- won't someone help me" he cried, still surprised at the
sound of his voice. It was nothing like how he remembered it!
He tried to move his arms but found that he had been confined and could
only wiggle his fingers in frustration.
He felt both nervous and relieved as he heard the click of a door opening,
followed by the sound of footsteps. At last -- now he would find out what
this was all about!
"Well, well -- it looks as thought the patient is awake at last. What do you
think about the results of my handiwork then" the mystery voice asked.
Frankie decided to keep silent. He didn't recognise this voice but he
surmised that they were talking about him and, until he found out some more
about his situation, he didn't want to antagonise them. It was then that he
heard another voice that he did recognise!
"I think she looks lovely, you've done an amazing job on her. I think he
will be most happy at how she's turned out".
Vincent, that was Vincent talking he realised! Why were they talking about
'her' and 'she'?
It was then that Frankie started to acknowledge the signs the he had been
refusing to accept since he had awoken. He managed to move his head a
little and could feel a weight, and a jangling from his ears. He twitched
his fingers again, this time feeling the scraping of fingernails against
the palm of his hand. The problem was, his nails hadn't been long enough
for him to be able to do this before!
Although he still could not move, he tried to explore other sensations and
squeezed his thighs together, hoping still to find what he had begun to
dread might be missing. Thank God! There was still something there but it
felt different from what he had expected to find, it was almost like a numb
sensation!
He could hear Vincent and the other man discussing something and re-focused
his attention back to the conversation -- he had to find out what was going
on here.
" .. ther two weeks and she should be ready. The internal changes and
facial alterations have almost been completed, and she is now ready for the
final cosmetic changes around the genital area".
"Good, good, it has been much more successful than I had expected. I think
she will be pleased to have a new life and career set out for her when she
learns to adapt to her situation" Vincent said as he looked around at
Frankie.
"Look doctor, she is obviously impatient to find out the results of your
handiwork. I think that we should put her out of her misery before she
returns back to sleep -- don't you? How about removing the eye mask".
Oh God! Although Frankie thought that they were referring to him, and
although he guessed that he had suffered the fate planned for his brother,
he still hoped, against hope that, when the subject of their conversation's
eye mask was removed, he would still remain in the dark. That would mean
that there was someone else in the room with him, someone else that was
female -- heavens, it might even be Leo who had been changed after all, and
all he had suffered was just from an accident followed by someone helping
him! His hopes rose for a second until his unwarranted optimism was dashed.
He felt the bed, or table, that he was lying on start to tilt until he was,
still held by the straps, in an upright position with his feet taking the
weight of his body. As his body raised he could feel a slight movement from
his chest area, something he had never felt before.
He swallowed deeply and his eyes were assaulted by a sudden, blinding light
as his mask was removed. As they started to adjust a warm, damp cloth was
wiped across them, helping everything come into focus.
The first thing he saw was a slim, redheaded young woman with dangling
earrings. She was about the same size as him and her full lips, and pert
up-turned nose, along with her startled looking eyes, bore a strong family
resemblance -- hell, she looked a little like his own mother, only younger!
Frankie's eyes took in the gently sloping shoulders, and moved down to the
medium sized breasts that were emphasised by a slim waist and an average,
but very feminine, pelvis.
Despite his situation he felt an instant arousal for this pretty girl but
his body didn't seem to be responding as he would have expected it to. In
the split second that he had taken in this sight, and then felt his
arousal, his eyes had wandered down to the groin. His mind seemed to jump
around inside of his head at the sight of an atrophied and shrivelled penis
making this whole, attractive picture a horror show!
The full realisation that this girl was really himself, and that he was
looking into a mirror, finally penetrated the mental fog that he had been
suffering from ever since he had awoken.
His eyes saw the girl's mouth hang open in syncopation with the soft moans
and groans that were now emanating from his own mouth. He could see tears
start to roll down her cheeks as he remembered what Vince had told him
about what would have happened to Leo's useless cock!
"Well, what do think then Frankie? Don't you worry your pretty little head
about that little bit of useless flesh between your legs, you never had
much use for it when it was working so you're not going to miss it much now
are you! That useless thing'll be coming off in the next two weeks and then
you'll be able to have a lot more fun with what the Doc'll give you instead
-- ain't that right Doc!" laughed Vincent.
Frankie just stared at his - or more appropriately 'her' now -- tearful
reflection in stunned silence! Oh why did he have to be so jealous of Leo!
"Hey, we're going to have to think of another name for you -- one that's
more appropriate to your new lifestyle. I know, how about letting Leo
choose a new name for you!" Vincent said as he waited for Frankie's
reaction.
Leo, LEO. If Leo knew about this th .. then!
"Hey, I can see what you're thinking Frankie. Of course Leo knew about
this, it was his idea to bait the trap for you in the first place! If you
hadn't jumped at trying to screw his life then he wouldn't have even
bothered to give himself the chance to screw you.
He might be called lucky but I've always thought that Leo made his own
luck" Vincent said as he pulled up a chair.
Frankie could see the Doctor's reflection preparing a syringe on a
workbench behind him.
"The Doc's just going to put you to sleep again and when you wake up, it
will to a brand new life full of new opportunities" he said in mock
excitement.
"Bu .. but, Mum and Dad, what are they going to say -- they can stop this,
they can change me back" Frankie cried desperately.
"Oh no, no Frankie" Vincent replied as Frankie saw, and felt, the Doctor
wiping the side of his arm with a cold swab.
"Maybe I didn't make it clear, but this is a one way trip Frankie. The Doc
doesn't know how to reverse this so there's no going back. And as for your
Mum and Dad, well -- when they found out, from Leo, what you had planned for
him they thought you deserved to suffer his fate. They think that you might
make a better daughter than the lazy slob of a son you had become!".
"You .. you bastard" Frankie sobbed as he felt the needle press into his
arm.
"You wo .. won't get away with this" he said as he felt himself get sleepy.
"But we already have Frankie, we already have" was the last thing he heard
as Vincent watched his eyes close.
Leo left his office to get some fresh air. It was lunchtime now, and being
such a beautiful day, he thought he would grab a sandwich and ogle some of
the girls in the park behind the building where he worked.
It was now early June. The cold winter mornings had changed into the warm,
early days of summer and this was always a time that Leo enjoyed. It always
fascinated him how the beautiful young women that he so enjoyed watching,
would eagerly ditch, at the first opportunity, the heavy and practical
clothing they wore in the winter. They couldn't seem to wait for the chance
to wear the light, short and flimsy skirts and dresses that they would use
to show off their figures.
These women were such teases, he thought as he saw his, and his MD's
secretary's sit down on the grass outside his building to eat their
pre-packed chicken salads. He didn't get the hoped for peek of their
underwear as they folded their skirts, and tucked them under their closed
legs as they sat down, with the feminine grace that he so admired.
He was particularly drawn to the beautiful redhead, Francine, whose long
and slim legs flowed out from under her skirt as she scratched her ankle,
drawing attention to her damson coloured painted toenails.
As he sat on the park bench and enjoyed the view, he reflected on the six
months that he had spent at this firm. He had already been promoted once
and was one of the youngest employees to have his own secretary, Josie,
that he had inherited from his former boss, the new MD, George Taylor.
The MD now had the new, beautiful, redheaded secretary Francine, who was
sitting there on the grass in front of him alongside Josie. Leo had
arranged her recruitment, and every healthy and virile young man within
their department, would have liked to have dated her and to try their luck.
They wouldn't have dared to though -- not if they valued their jobs!
It was a poorly kept secret, Leo had made sure of that, that George had
already laid claims to Francine and was becoming infatuated with her. She
had seemed so shy and timid to start with, and George had enjoyed coaxing
her out of her shell and seeing her blossom with confidence in her own
femininity.
Leo had hopes that there might even be a marriage forthcoming, it would
have done his career prospects no end of good to become the brother-in-law
of the Managing Director!
As he watched his new sister, Leo felt satisfied. His brother Frankie had
been such a loser and was going nowhere fast. Leo had felt upset at how
Frankie had been worrying his parents and he had set up the trap to scare
him into changing his ways. He hadn't, originally, intended to force a full
gender change on him but, when he found that Frankie would have done it to
him, his decided a little revenge of his won was in order!
Both he, and his parents, had been pleased with how his ex-brother had
developed since then, and Leo considered it had been money well spent to
set him on a rightful path, especially if it helped to further his own
career.
Oh Frankie had fought against it at first. She had thrown such a tantrum
when Leo had christened her Francine, she had found it so humiliating to
have a name so close to her old male equivalent!
As he had anticipated, she had refused -- point blank- to work as a
secretary at Leo's firm as he had already arranged. She had screamed and
yelled that nothing would make her do this. Well a night, where she had
been made to work as one of Vincent's girls, had soon stopped her
objections. She had looked shocked the next day, following the previous
night when she lost her virginity and then had her new, feminine status
brought home to her as a string of 'customers' introduced her to the
pleasures that she could now come to expect from her new body.
Oh, it hadn't been all bad for her. The customers were all hand picked to
ensure she would receive some pleasure from the experience, although she
would never admit to that! There were also a couple of 'bad' customers
included, just to make sure that she didn't get to like it too much -- he
didn't want a prostitute for a sister after all, his parents would never
forgive him!
He needn't have worried. She hadn't wanted to repeat her experience of last
night and eagerly attended a crash course where she learned her new
secretarial skills.
"Yep, things aren't going too bad" 'Lucky' Leo thought to himself as he
held one hand behind his head, and waved to Josie with the other. He smiled
as he anticipated the double date that he was going on with George tonight.
Him and Josie, George and Francine.,
Josie blew him a kiss as she saw him wave to her and then got back to the
office gossip that she was sharing, so animatedly, with her girlfriend,
Francine.
The End