Suburban Life, Part 2 (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 2: New Identities

Frank was nervous. He’d always lusted after money, comfort, even power, but the one thing he’d never possessed was the will to triumph over others. Gallagher mistook it for passiveness, but it was more like hesitation. Caution. Too much so. Now, if Max’s insane plan and mythical-sounding device worked, he could pole vault over the competition and be the real ‘man of the house.’ Percy, he knew, would be amenable. Max was already working on him even as they infiltrated the research facility. It was little stuff, such as warning him ahead of time that they’d have to slot into “certain roles” and that some “temporary sacrifices” would be necessary to fit the family mold. Percy had always been timid, and he nodded along at this, readying himself for what was to come. It made Frank wince a little, but in truth, he was just looking forward to being over six feet tall, handsome, and not being overweight. Having a full head of hair would be just a bonus by that point.

“Cameras deactivated?” Gallagher asked.

Frank nodded. He’d opened up a security panel and, ironically, disabled the security with it. “This is pretty rudimentary stuff. Nothing like the Cipher Diamond.”

Gallagher winced. The diamond was still on his person. No way could he risk leaving it back at their dive of a warehouse, which could barely keep them safe as it was. No, he kept that sparkling relic with him at all times, rarely even letting members of his own team touch it, including Max. The ongoing tension over the manhunt for them was making them all paranoid. By this point, even he hoped that Max’s plan would work.

“Through here,” Max said. “Percy, we’ll need you to get the door open. It’s got some kind of code.”

The scrawny safecracker nodded. “On it.”

Gallagher kept watch while Percy got to work. Things were tense for a few minutes, but finally he got in. The door opened to a research room dominated by a central cylindrical chamber, one large enough for a man to step into. It had a transparent lid to close it, but it almost looked like a coffin, angled horizontally as it was. A nearby control panel seemed to dictate the chamber’s commands. The rest of the room was padded in an unusual way, as if protecting the outside from radiation. Frank bit his lip at that, and Percy actually shivered.

“This is safe, right?”

“Could be,” Max said, grinning. He moved to the device, then gestured for Frank to approach. “The DNA, buddy. Let’s sort it. And make sure you’ve got it right.”

Frank had broken into the house of the Havards and confirmed that they were definitely away, having left just two days ago. He’d carefully gone into each room and gotten DNA traces from each member - glasses, hair clippings, even some nails that Veronica had clipped but the cleaner had missed. There was a risk of things going wrong, but Max felt confident. This was a wild dream come true, and his heartbeat with excitement. Frank looked just as keen. Percy, more resigned. Gallagher, on the other hand, seemed grim.

“This better work,” he said.

“Oh, it will. I’ll be testing it first, boss. Don’t you worry! Let me just configure this DNA strand. Okay, it’s accepted. No body modifications, but obviously preserving the current brain template. It calls this a cosmetic change, ha! Some cosmetic!”

The machine whirred to life. There should have been an alarm, but Frank had disabled it, and Percy had rewired the trigger just in case. Gallagher closed the door to ensure the sound didn’t care, and marvelled at the way the central cylinder lit up. Max clicked the buttons, following exactly what he had witnessed the technicians do. This wasn’t his total area of expertise, but he’d managed to smuggle in a pen camera while ‘cleaning’ the place as a janitor, and had studied the tapes very carefully. Still, he was getting a little nervous.

“Frank, you wanna go first?”

The multi-role specialist shook his head.

“Damn, ah well. One small step for man, I suppose. See you on the other side, gents. Try not to admire my perfect cock.”

He slipped out of his clothes, and the others looked away. Then, he entered the capsule. The lid closed on the timer he’d set for it, and then he simply laid back and waited for the inevitable. It didn’t take long to begin.

The machine hummed, then it whirred. The three gathered around, even Gallagher’s curiosity getting the better of him. He kept looking through the thick soundproof glass of the entry door just in case, but increasingly his eye was drawn to Max in the chamber. The interior had a sort of cushioning to it, but the man had his eyes closed, as if readying himself for a spa treatment.

“What the fuck are we doing here?” Gallagher whispered to himself. This whole project was insane. He was realising now just how stupid this was.

At least, that was what he thought, until suddenly the machine came fully to life, and it emitted a bright light that scanned across the cylinder, up and down its length, as if it were some kind of printer scanning a copy of paper. 

Max felt it. His heart was beating like a jackhammer, but this was exactly the effect he’d witnessed when the scientists had changed their forms. This stuff was highly experimental, and he knew this was a big chance. But he’d always been a risk-taker, and so he began to grin like a madman. Pinpricks of light began to point and dart across his naked form. He had no way of knowing the exact science, but he could guess that they were quite literally rewriting his DNA and editing his genes in real time. It was warm and tingly, and left him giggling. He shuddered with a moan as a kind of unfamiliar pleasure rushed through him. He realised what it was as it continued; he could just manage to tip his head forward, chin on his sternum, to see down the length of his horizontal body.

He was getting younger.

His vitality was returning.

He was one of the oldest of the group outside of Gallagher. He’d spent forty six years on planet Earth, thieving and pickpocketing and runnings scams left and right. His energetic days were long behind him, but his mind always had new grifts churning. This was the greatest grift of all; he was getting younger!”

“Well, I’ll be,” Gallagher whispered, seeing this occur. “He actually was telling the truth.”

“He’s getting younger,” Frank said.

“Yeah,” Percy said. “Um, do his nipples look kinda weird to anyone?”

They were throbbing, and Max really wanted to touch them. “What the hell?” he said to himself, and so he did, uncaring of who was watching, loving the way his comrades screwed up their faces in disgust as he stimulated their growth. Pockets of fat began to develop behind them, and more subcutaneous fat developed elsewhere as well; his hips spared, the very bones changing shape, and his rear began to gain a lovely layer of fat as well, leaving it peachy but not too big. 

“Mhmmm,” he moaned, making the sound extra loud just to unsettle his boss. “This is perfection, boys!”

His arms began to slim down, his entire figure shortening. He folded his hands up to his face, admiring the way his nose was becoming small and button cute, just like the image of Sabrina Havard. Already his hair was tingling, flowing out from his scalp in imitation of her. The body template was exact, he could already tell, and the feelings were already growing.

“F-fuck yes! It’s working!”

He heard Percy whining something from outside the box. “B-but Max, you’re becoming a lady! Max, you’re becoming a lady!”

He laughed, and halfway through, his voice cracked. Max laughed even harder, enjoying the way his voice was going up in octave and sweetness in real time. “I knew I would be, Percy boy! Just part of the plan!”

Gallagher grunted. “He really is a pervert.”

Frank tried not to look at him, knowing the deal he’d made with Max.

“A young, healthy pervert, boss!” Max shouted over the roar of the machine. His breasts were still growing, gaining softness and weight. He began to play with them, his other hand going down to his penis which was shrinking away by the second. He curled the toes on his increasingly dainty feet, moaning like a woman in heat as the changes drew closer and closer to their conclusion. In all the wonders of the change he’d barely even noticed how his shoulders had slimmed down, but he certainly felt his lips begin to puff up and his eyebrows become more defined. His hair was now flowing outwards, long and beautiful, long enough to fall over his shoulders. It was golden and silky, with slight curls that made it even prettier from what he could see.

“Yessss!” he cried. “Fucking A! It’s happening, boys! I’m becoming a sexy young college-age chick! Go fucking me! Go - OHHH!!”

It bloomed all at once, the final threshold of the change arriving quicker than he’d assumed it would. One moment his hand was playing with the vestigial remnant of his manhood, and then suddenly his fingers were slipping inside of himself as a new passage tunneled back into him. His organs shifted, a uterus blooming into existence within him, and yet his stomach flattened further, becoming trim and pretty, soft and hairless. All of his body hair fell away, barring the triangular patch between his legs. His new pussy felt utterly alien, impossible to see thanks to his confined space and the ripe C-cups on his chest, but it was damn moist and sexy, and he had his first female orgasm immediately.

“Ohhhhhh,” he moaned, rubbing one hand against the glass, which now had a steamy coat.

Percy, embarrassingly, got a hard on at this. Gallagher could barely believe the sickness he was witnessing.

Max, on the other hand, just revelled in it, accepting the mental changes he’d programmed. They were the last changes to arrive, but they overlaid into his brain, the light focusing there. Like a switch being flipped, he became a she, Max’s gender identity flipped immediately. The name ‘Sabrina’ felt synonymous with her own existence, and while she had yet to explore it, she was sure her sexuality had altered too, just as she intended it to be. Why go this far but stop short of the whole hog, after all?

The cylinder opened, and there was a hiss as it released some of the steam, not to mention the scent of sex into the air. By this point, the other three had all taken a polite, and rather shocked, step back. The cylinder began to clean itself immediately after Max/Sabrina emerged, and the beautiful blonde shook her hair out, a delighted smile upon her gorgeous features.

“Holy shit,” Gallagher whispered. “You weren’t yanking our chains at all.”

“Nope!” Sabrina said, placing her hands on her hips. She cocked them to one side, then stretched with her hands together upwards, sticking out her lovely chest. Percy found it very hard to disguise his boner at this point. “What do you think?”

“Why are you a girl?” Percy stammered, hunching over a little. “You’re a girl!”

“Because I thought I’d have a lot more fun as Sabrina Havard. Check out these tits!”

She cupped them, rubbing her nipples in front of the others and moaning deliberately, just to make Gallagher uncomfortable and Percy turned on. Even Frank found it hard not to get a little aroused at the sight, and had to remind himself who this was.

“Stop that!” their boss said. “Are you telling me this is some fetish job?”

“Yup! And nope. Let’s just say I chose the Havard family for the fun of getting to be a super hot young college chick. I’m gonna have fun with this perfect disguise. Don’t worry, there’s four members of the family. Your turn next, Gallagher. Oh, and Frank? Can you pass me the clothing you stole from the Havard house?”

Frank opened his backpack and passed over a bra, a matching black underwear, and a blue dress with a considerable dip at the front. Sabrina caught it with a grin, enjoying the way her impressive breasts wobbled - so alien, and yet so wonderful! She got dressed immediately, struggling with the bra for a while until she got the clasp just so, then slipped her boobs into the cups. By her own request, Frank had got her a push up bra, and it made her breasts look like full D’s. She grinned as she looked down at her own cleavage, full and perfectly sized without being too big. She got to appreciating the rest of her curves as she put on her blue dress, which hugged her figure expertly. She looked like a young Hollywood starlet, not a rat-faced thief anymore.

“Tell me that I’m a ten out of ten, Percy.”

Percy simply gulped. This made Sabrina laugh.

“Too shy around a pretty girl? You know, my name’s Sabrina, now.”

Gallagher lost patience at this point. “What are you trying to pull here, Max?”

“Sabrina,” she corrected, pointing at her temple. “Mental change, too. In order to make the disguises foolproof. And you should know I’m always playing, Gallagher. Now, are you gonna boss me around again, or are you gonna get in the chamber and go with the only viable plan that’s been offered up. C’mon, old man, swallow your pride. Don’t you want to feel young and healthy again? Even as a woman!?”

To Be Continued . . .