Suburban Life, Part 3 (Thieves to Family TG AR AP)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Flightychipmunk

Four criminals have made the ultimate score, but their identities are compromised. Thankfully, one of their members has a daytime job as a janitor, and knows a machine that can remake their DNA so that they can appear like a normal suburban family while they lay low. Of course, the one family on vacation that they can impersonate consists of a husband, trophy wife, and two very attractive college-age daughters. And all four criminals are men. There are going to have to be some changes . . .

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Part 3: And the Rest

Gallagher winced. He’d suspected something like this after Sabrina’s reveal: a gender change for him as well. Something in Sabrina’s tone made it sound as if she were aware that he was increasingly concerned over his age lately. He was still handsome and commanding, but in a few years he wouldn’t be, and his more active years were well behind him. His knees alone during these last few cold nights at the safehouse . . .

“I’ll be the man of the house,” he said. “You told me there was a father-”

“Uh-uh. My plan, my details. You get to be my sister, Carol. My beautiful sister. Trust me, she’s quite the looker.”

Gallagher twisted up his face. “Max, you bastard-”

“It’s Sabrina. And I’ll take ‘bitch,’ thank you very much. Look, I’m happy to leave you behind. Carol can just be ‘under the weather’ or partying in Europe for three months. But this is the best deal you’re gonna get, Gallagher. Now, do you still want to be part of this outfit, or not? I’m sure you can try to boss us around as Carol still, right?”

Gallagher fumed. This was abject humiliation. He looked to the others for support, but the silence from Frank, who had reasons to dislike Gallagher’s rule, was clear. Percy shuffled on his feet.

“It won’t be all bad, boss. Not all bad! But it is Max’s plan. Uh, I mean Sabrina’s. What choice do we have?”

Gallagher almost stormed out then and there. He should have, he knew. But if he did, he’d never see the millions of dollars he was owed. Max had planned this too well, and ambushed him completely.

“You promise this is goddamn temporary?” he said.

“I promise! Just a few months to lie low, and we can use the family’s expertise to smuggle the Cipher diamond. Oh, and no doubt have some fun being young and sexy again.”

“And female,” Gallagher rasped, still angry. “Fine! Whatever! But after this, we’re through professionally, you hear me? We’re going our separate ways, and I don’t want to see your ugly mug or this new face of yours around?”

Sabrina placed her hands on her lovely hips and made a dainty pose. “Works by me, sis. C’mon, let’s get you in this chamber. Oh, by the way, there’ll be some mental changes just to really make sure you know how to play the role of Carol. Just like me and Sabrina!”

Gallagher frowned again. It made sense, but he didn’t like it. “I’ll still think of myself as a man.”

“Well, you can try,” the woman said, biting her lip. She was enjoying this far too much.

“Whatever, then. I’ll get you back for this,” he said. “I’ll become this ‘Carol,’ but if you expect me to play along and act girly just for your sake, you’ve got another thing coming. This is purely to lie low and get a good meal. But there better be no funny business about this Havard family.”

“Nothing funny at all. They’re rich, Gallagher. Rich and private.”

Gallagher was still suspicious: did Sabrina have a longer game she was playing? Or was she just sincerely enjoying this far, far too much. Still, the older man began stripping down. As if to emphasise his age, his knees popped audibly, cracking in such a way that caused him some brief pain. He avoided looking at Sabrina’s smug expression: he already knew that she’d be trying not to giggle with anticipation. Perhaps, at least, being changed into a young woman would make him feel youthful and alive again. That was something he could focus on. 

Still, Frank said nothing, knowing what was coming next, especially as Sabrina hummed to herself and circled over to the controls. She was absolutely loving her change already, right down to her lowered centre of gravity and the way her chest still jiggled ever so slightly in her push-up bra, and even more how her hips swayed naturally. She emphasised that last feature even more just to tease poor Percy. The poor boy was utterly timid. That was okay, she had plans to improve him, too.

The boss of the operation got in the cylinder and lay down, pleased at least that it was clean after Sabrina’s . . . self-ministrations. Part of him was nervous, but he didn’t show it. He was the one in charge, he was the one who had to be slick and cool and keep the others in line, though it burned him from within to know that Max had come up with this plan, or Sabrina as she was now calling herself. He couldn’t deny her incredible beauty, but it only added to the perversion of it all. The perversion he was about to take part in.

“This better not be permanent,” he muttered again.

“Oh, calm down, you big baby.”

The lid closed after Sabrina had input the settings and placed the next DNA sample - a hair - on the pad. Gallagher exhaled as the machine whirred to life, and hundreds, then thousands, of pinpricks of light began to roam across his body, infusing his DNA with copies of the sample and then editing them to match it. His entire body tingled right down to the bones, and there was a slightly pleasing element to it, one he tried to resist allowing himself to feel too much.

And then it happened.

Just like with Sabrina, the years began to melt away, as if they had never passed at all. Wrinkles ironed out, doughy parts of his fairly trim body that had still managed to sag over time now flattened entirely. Aching muscle regained its former strength, and a trimness came over him. His hair grew out from his scalp, bothering Gallagher, but it felt smoother and silkier than it had ever been, as if suffused with unnatural vitality. He grimaced a little bit as the tingling took up residence in his member and his chest, but he knew what to expect here. He could only hope that he wouldn’t become as . . . curvaceous as Sabrina.

Suddenly, they tingled yet more, and his lower portion began to shrink while the upper portion began to grow. His nipples throbbed, suddenly immensely sensitive and almost yearning to be touched. Gallagher gasped, alarmed as he tilted his head. It was really happening. He knew it would occur, but feeling it now was making it all the more real. His nipples had become like little pink strawberries, stiff and feminine, and their areolas were expanding. With alarm, he placed his hand down between his legs, only to feel his cock shrinking, and his testes along with it.

“Max, you bastard! I’ll get you back for thisssss! Ohhhhh . . . it’s happening! No one look!”

But he knew all would. He could barely even blame them. His cries grew in pitch, rising higher and higher as his form thinned. Finally, Frank had to look away for fear of appearing immediately guilty for his part in this assignment, but Sabrina drank it all in, keeping near Percy to ensure he, too, could look upon their changing boss and witness the emasculating transformation. Gallagher pushed at the glass, writhing, but it was a sealed chamber and he didn’t know the abort sequence on the interior numberpad. It wouldn't do any good to him anyway: he had chosen to accept this, and there was no true reason to abort. He had to see this through, as shameful as it was. Shameful, and deeply pleasurable.

“Mhmmm . . . it’s - ahhh - powerful!”

“A funny way of putting it,” came Sabrina’s muffled voice from outside. “I prefer orgasmic.”

His fingers shrank, followed by his hands, and his chest hair shed as readily as it did beneath his arms and upon his limbs. His hair grew longer and longer, losing its blonde hairs and occasional greys. Soon he had a deep chestnut colour, and his brunette hair cascading down, slipping over his shoulders like curly tendrils. But he could barely pay attention to this, because his face was rippling and shifting, his features becoming ovoid and angelic. He gasped as his lips gained further fullness, and again as his cheekbones became more defined, the bones literally changing shape. 

“I better not look like some s-sexy co-ed girl, Max!”

“It’s Sabrina now, remember? And of course you’ll be sexy - we share genes, and look at me! You’ll be Carol, my beautiful little sister, though not quite the standout I am!”

“Oh God, I can’t b-believe I went along with this. I can f-feel my chest . . .”

“Don’t panic, Carol. You’re going to be lovely! Just cute! Besides, this is what the plan needs to succeed. Someone had to be Carol. The Havard family has two daughters.”

“Ohhh, I could have a-atleast been the mother, not the daughter. Make Frank or Percy-”

But Gallagher realised his mistake right then; he’d tipped his hand and revealed he’d rather sacrifice his colleagues than himself. He fumed in the chamber, looking up at Max’s perverted smile as his own body continued to change. A pair of plump B-cup breasts emerged, thankfully not as large as Sabrina’s, but certainly noticeable enough, and topped with lovely pink nipples. They were sensitive and yearning to be touched, but Gallagher ignored these sensations and instead tried to focus on his crotch. It melted back into his thinning body, and he could only cup it, hiding it from view as it started to vanish into nothingness. This was accompanied by further changes to his skeletal structure: his limbs shortened, his ribcage shrank to more appropriately female dimensions, and the whole of his body slimmed down so that he now possessed a slender and very pretty figure. His skin had become paler, a beautiful milky complexion with just a few spots here and there that made him look human.

“Ohhh, it’s s-so sensitive!” he whined in a girlish, youthful voice, one that totally surprised himself. “And I c-can feel my b-brain! It’s on fire! Damn you, Sabrina! Damn your stupid plan!”

“Hey, you agreed to this. Trust me, you’ll come to love it.”

Gallagher growled, but Sabrina just shrugged as the mental changes came anyway. Gallagher’s mind was rewritten. To his humiliation, his own sense of maleness simply disappeared, replaced near-instantly by a feminine identity. Worse, she felt a shiver as her gender identity was matched to a new sexuality; images of handsome young men appropriate to her new age and appetites.

“F-fuck you!” she cried, her voice higher than her older sister’s, which had a sort of husky vibe. Wait, older sister? Why the fuck was she thinking of this traitorous bitch as her older sister? 

She couldn’t help herself. She needed this. She began to touch her own body, cupping her breasts and lowering her hands down to where her new pussy-

The lid opened, and Carol wasted no time. The new woman jumped out of the lid and aimed herself straight for Sabrina. Even the thief was surprised at how quickly the attack came.

“You asshole! You tricked me! Change me back!”

“Hey, calm down! You agreed to this! You knew you were going to become Carol.”

“It isn’t right! I’m some slender little thing! You couldn’t find a more different body if you tried!”

“You could have asked for a picture. Besides, petite suits you.”

Petite was right, because Percy and Frank were easily able to pull the new Carol off of Sabrina, who was wiping some blood off of her cheek.

“You’re just making a play to lead us,” Carol said, her high voice not exactly commanding in this scenario. She was pointedly trying to ignore her breasts and the absence between her thighs as she made this accusation. “You want to be the leader.”

Sabrina grinned. To Carol’s surprise, her new big sister just put one hand on her hip and flicked her hair dismissively with the other. “DUH! Of course I do! You’re always having to be in charge, but this is my plan and you dismissed it for days! This is the only thing that will get us free and clear, and with the diamond. We’re gonna be one big happy family, Carol, and you have to accept that. You agreed to this, so stop whining and start getting in-character like the pretty little sister you are. Like a professional. It’s just a few months at most, and then we’re free and clear. I’m gonna enjoy the shit out of it, personally. You should try, too.”

Carol seethed. “And I just couldn’t be the man of the house, could I?”

At this, Sabrina stood and adjusted her dress, which was luckily untorn. “It’s high time that we recognised Frank for his efforts.”

Percy let out a little ‘eep.’ “But what does that make me? Does that make me . . ?”

“The wife Veronica, yes. Oh, cheer up, Percy, you’ll be fine. Three of us will be the other gender, and you’ll be happy to know Veronica is an attractive and powerful woman. Maybe she’ll rub off on you. Frank, you’re next up. Right to get in?”

Carol didn’t speak, and Frank tried not to look at her as he got in the machine. It whirred up again in response to Sabrina’s deft controls, and soon the figure inside was grunting and groaning as the next transformation took place, though this one was far less invasive, at least. It was, on the other hand, empowering. As the pinpricks of light editing Frank’s genes, he had a great intake of breath at the sheer power that coursed through him. His muscles rose while his gut deflated. His scalp itched as new follicles burst forth where empty patches had formed the landscape of his skin. He clenched his fists as they became slightly hairier, with a strong businessman’s grip. It was everything Frank had fantasised about becoming; a tall, strong alpha male who could speak up to someone like Gallagher and actually take charge. His chest rose, but not like the two new women, one of whom was infuriated at having to wear a dress and midriff-baring top, but instead as a result of the manly pecs that had formed. Even his member, unimpressive and perhaps only bigger than Percy’s by his own imagining, extended. It gained girth as well, while his balls swelled, no longer asymmetrical and ‘oddly lumpen,’ as one failed date had once put it. The arousal reached him too, and it took a lot of effort not to massage his new, hardened dick. His biceps bloomed, his ass became firm, and his shoulders stretched out as if trying to push apart the metal cylinder itself.

“Yes, ha!” he cried. “I can feel it! I’m Leo! Leonardo Havard! The patriarch of the family, woo!”

He practically leapt out of the capsule when it finally opened, and embraced Sabrina, kissing her on the cheek in a fit of confidence that he certainly hadn’t possessed before. Sabrina had not lied to him; she really had given him some mental changes that made him feel on top of the world, and greatly indebted to her to boot.

“Woah, slow down there, cowboy,” she said with a smirk. “I’m technically your daughter now, remember? Which means you should totally get some clothes on, because this feels all wrong.”

He blushed terribly, and set to work getting on, appropriately enough, a professional suit. It didn’t damper his spirits too much, though. He was now over six feet tall, no longer overweight, and he had the strength of an ox. Yes, he was still in his forties, but who cared? The important thing was that he finally felt out from Gallagher’s thumb, like he had a purpose other than being the general ‘support guy.’

“This is fucking incredibly. Percy, you won’t regret this, trust me! The experience alone!”

“That’s the spirit!” Sabrina declared, giving him a high-five. “Carol here just needs to get with the program.”
Carol folded her arms beneath her chest and pouted, already hating that she was now the shortest of the group. Once a mighty 6’1, she was now a meagre 5’5, just a little below average for a woman, true, but it felt much shorter than that. Even Sabrina was taller than her, being 5’7 or so.

“I am going to kill you when this is over, Sabrina,” she said. “I really am.”

“That’s such a little sister thing to say! Just enjoy the feeling of boobs for now, sis. Speaking of . . . ready Percy?”

Percy gulped. He certainly didn’t feel ready. But then again, he’d never felt ready about anything in his life apart from when he was cracking safes and disabling security systems. Those made sense to him, more than people ever did. It was why he was so easily stepped upon in life, and why sex had almost entirely eluded him. He fidgeted with his glasses, wiping nonexistent stains from them.

“Do we have to do this? I mean, do we have to do this?” he said in his repetitious pattern. “I mean, if you’re the college-age daughters, and Frank is the father, then that means I’ll be . . . I mean, I’ll be his . . . wife.”

“Duh,” Sabrina said.

Carol fumed. “If I agreed to be the youngest daughter, then you can put up with being Veronica, Percy. God knows, maybe it’ll make everyone realise what a ridiculous plan this is.”

Sabrina groaned. “How many times do you think we can access this machine in such a short span, hmm? Carol, don’t be daft, this is the best plan one could come up with.”

“Just like you planned.”

Sabrina blew a flirty kiss at her new ‘sister.’ “What can I say? I guess, deep down, I was always a bitch with weird kinks, even before I became this. But it truly is pleasurable, Percy, don’t listen to stick-in-the-mud sis here. Besides, we need you to complete the plan. Imagine the fun you’ll have with a house with such security. You’ll be lording it over us like a true trophy wife for weeks!”

Percy still wasn’t sure, but he’d always succumbed to peer pressure. If Frank just wanted some simple respect and the easy life, and therefore could be carefree when he got what he wanted, then Percy had never known what he wanted. He took orders not because he was afraid to not follow them, but because he couldn’t imagine a life without them. Systems were what he understood, not people, and so had to place faith in the plan. In the system of thought behind it. That was the guideline that gave him purpose.

And so, nervously, he crept into the cylinder and let it shut over him. He hadn’t seen what the mother would look like, but feared becoming a middle-aged figure full of plastic surgery or a fat bitty who would look ridiculous. He trembled as the machine started up.

“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this, you can do this. Oh God, Percy, you’ve got to do this!”

He squeezed his eyes shut as soon as the pinpricks of light started up, and didn’t open them for the entire process. Instead, he simply felt the pressure build in his chest, in his rear, as well as outwards from his hips. When his middle began to push in, he squeaked, already sounding like a girl, and so there was very little transition when his voice changed initially, until he realised it now had a mature, almost sensually smokey quality to it.

“What’s happening to me?” he croaked, tone turning husky and sexy. “What’s happening to my body?”

“You’re definitely becoming a woman,” Carol mused.

“A hot one,” Sabrina said. “I got the genes from somewhere, sis, and so did you.”

Indeed, his chest was already pushing up, and the fleshy weights atop his ribcage were getting heavier and heavier by the second. His scrawny body began to fill out, and his short stature rose, gaining several inches in height in a way neither of the other male-to-female members of the crew had benefited from. 

“It’s - ohhhh - it’s a lot! It’s really a l-lot! Mhmm!”

Sabrina tried not to giggle. Leo simply looked away, keeping his distance for modesty’s sake. Carol was caught between wanting to watch and indignation at her own situation, and so she instead returned to guard the door, albeit pouting in a way that made the nineteen-year-old look utterly petulant. A cute kind of petulant, at least. 

In the meantime, the strange ecstasy continued to rise in Percy. He’d never experienced bodily bliss in such a manner. His penis hardened, then deflated again as it shrank back again. His thighs thickened, and his meagre body hair dissipated. But unlike the others, he was gaining a more mature woman’s body. He still possessed beautiful curves, ones that were becoming more evident by the second, but his waist was a little thicker due to birthing two children, and his bust was more generous, slightly larger than even Sabrina’s. He curled his toes as his rear pushed out, rounder than either of his new ‘daughters’. He shivered in response to this, and to his own shame, his already low willpower utterly collapsed in the face of the pleasure. Percy began to feel his breasts, squeezing them and cupping them and pressing them together, licking his fuller lips even as his face became that of a stunning blonde woman in her very early forties. She had a celebrity look about her, the kind of face that only wealth and perfect dieting could maintain, and this made her look younger, perhaps in her mid-thirties. She felt a raw sexuality hit her. Percy had always liked women, but been intimidated by them. Now, a new confidence rose, almost an entitlement. She hadn’t even realised that her mind had clicked over to female during her body’s final perfection; she was already rubbing her new womanhood, which finished forming, tunnel and all, all while providing a lovely little orgasm to tease the bliss to come.

“Yesss! Oh, this f-feels so weird! So weird! Sabrina, I - look away! Everyone, look away! I need to - OHHHH!”

She came, rubbing her wetness, playing with her breasts, her hair now long enough to fall to the small of her back. She covered herself with her hair, shaking from the sensations her new cougar body provided. This was the state everyone saw her in as she rose from the lid like a master vampiress emerging from her coffin, glorious and naked and alluring, and yet somehow powerful. It took Veronica some time to even realise the feeling, for power was something that she had never experienced and only knew in others. She shivered as she stepped out of the cylinder, not from the cold but from the blissful aftermath of those brilliant sensations. Her mind was still processing her new gender identity, not to mention the way her body swayed as she walked, how her full breasts bobbed. She had magnificent curves in a body that was clearly well-maintained for its age.

“Holy shit,” Leonardo said, formerly the one called Frank. “Percy, you look like Scarlett Johansson. You’ve got curves! You’ve got tits!”

Sabrina grinned. “Well, if she’s Scarlett Johansson now, then I’m her back in her absolute prime.”

Veronica then said something she never imagined saying, something that simply slipped from her mouth as if it were a very obvious fact to be aired. “She’s still in her prime, and so am I. So am I.” She gasped at her own words, and the pride with which she’d said them. She turned to look at Sabrina, who had a wicked smile on her features.

“What?” Veronica’s eldest ‘daughter’ said, putting on a feminine pose of her own. “I thought you wanted to be more confident, ‘Percy.’ Well, according to Frank - now Leo - it’s Veronica that really runs the household and keeps the pecking order. So why not let you enjoy life on the wild side?”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” Carol said, furious.

“I’d say we all are, sis. Of course, we should be civil in front of Mom and Dad, don’t you think? They wouldn’t want to see their only children right.”

Carol gritted her teeth, ready to snarl, but Leo stepped forward. “She’s right, Gallagher. Er, Carol. We need to get into character. I’ve put together dossiers for all of us to read-”

“And we should get some memories or flickers of such,” Sabrina added, “according to the scientist’s notes I ‘borrowed.’”

“-and there’s a lot to learn from their household and rooms, not to mention their media accounts, which I’ll be hacking with your help, dear.”

Veronica nodded, her mind almost passing over her friend calling her ‘dear.’ Thankfully, she still possessed Percy’s cluelessness, not to mention a dose of naivete. “Can we, um, get me some clothes? I’m naked. Rather naked.”

Leo-Frank was quick to pass her a lovely dress that was only a little more modest than what Sabrina was wearing, yet still hugged her impressive hips and motherly bust. It was a stylish black dress that was rather slimming, and came with a small jacket that added to the effect. She slipped it on with surprising ease, her muscle memory already aligned to the body she had taken on.

“Woah, that was strange.”

“This is all strange,” added Carol bitterly.

“Not for me,” Frank muttered.

“Oh, you backstabbing bastard! Of course you-”

Sabrina clapped her hands together. “Hello? We don’t have much time. I know this reorganisation will take some getting used to, what with a new boss and new bits between our legs and all kinds of fun to get up to. But we still have the Cipher Diamond, and more than that, we’ve still got our gang together. We also have safety, so if you’ll take my lead and-”

“You’ll take our lead,” Leo said, gesturing to himself and to the new trophy wife Veronica, who looked to him with alarm. “We’re the oldest. And we’re your father and mother now.”

“What? No I’m not!” Veronica squeaked. Her new confidence was still so against-the-grain for her.

“Please, she’s still Percy deep down!” Carol protested.

“But we have to act our parts, remember?” Leo said. “And I know the most about the family. Which means, for once, I’m taking the lead on this. At least until we get to the mansion. Then . . . you can do anything you want, because I’m going to kick back and enjoy the dream.”

At this, Sabrina seemed to accept the change in authority. “Whatever you say, ‘Dad.’ I think we’re all going to enjoy the dream.” She looked at the angry Carol and confused Veronica. “Well, eventually . . .”

She slung her new purse around her shoulder and followed her ‘parents’ out, Carol following behind. The new youngest daughter was so distracted by her new frustrations that she hadn’t even noticed that she didn’t have the Cipher Diamond anymore . . .

To Be Continued . . .

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