The Switch (a halloween story)

Chapter 4
Justice or Revenge?

Chapter Description: Rose is having so much fun now that she is older. It is almost time for the halloween parties!

Rose danced around for a bit in her slutty outfit, taunting her sister. "Aw, what’s wrong? Did you want to wear this...?" She laughed and bent over Emily, her hands on her knees to push her ever-growing chest together. "That’s too bad...I got to wear it first! Now, to finish the look..." She scampered off into the bathroom, bringing her sister’s makeup out with her, setting it down next to the playpen so Emily could watch while she did her makeup for the first time. "La la la...time for Rose to be pretty like big sis..." She hummed to herself while she put some eyeshadow on, finding that she had the skills for it that Emily had before they switched. After she was done with that, she carefully put on some nice, red lipstick, puckering her lips as the stick glided over them. She finished up with a little bit of blush to add some shadow to her cheeks, and make her cheekbones more defined; Emily could only watch in anguish as her bratty sister used and abused her body in every way she could find. "There, all pretty!" Rose laughed, liking the way the makeup looked. "There’s something missing, though...Oh! I know! I need better clothes..." She grinned at her sister, running to put the makeup away and try on more slutty clothes. Each time she found an outfit she liked, she strutted out to show it off to her sister, and tease her with how whoreish she was making Emily’s body look. She would grab at her chest and knead her boobs, or reach up her skirt to ’tickle’ herself again, all to torture her sister--as payback for what she had to suffer through.

When Rose was done strutting around in slutty clothes, she took off her outfit and left it on the floor, sitting next to the playpen in the nude. "How fun it is to play dress-up, right, sis?" She snickered and poked at her. Emily squirmed in response, resisting the urge to start babbling at her again. Rose giggled and boucned a bit, thinking about what to do now...and decided upon playing with herself and teasing her sister with it again. "You know, this body is really fun to play in. Hehe, of course you know! It was yours not too long ago." Rose stuck her tongue out rudely and laughed again.

"Grrpbppl brraah gblaeraa!" Emily couldn’t hold it back anymore, she just had to yell at the brat. ’Shut up already, you b*tchy little brat!’

"Ooh, stop comlaining, you don’t have the right to..." She glanced at the diaper, grinning to herself. "Of course, I can give it to you...!" She pushed the diaper up against her butt, making even more of her mess squish out onto her thighs. Emily cried even more, causing Rose to laugh again. She sat there, looking at her now-younger sister, and started to feel that cursed pang of guilt again. "Oh...alright..." she patted her head gently, "I suppose I can take pity on your pathetic little self. But only if you’re a good baby...if you’re bad, I’ll put you in another dirty diaper, and give you another laxative bottle." She waved her finger at her sister, to emphasize her point. "Now, it’s time to feed you again. We have some nice, yummy baby food in the kitchen." She picked her sister up and carried her into the kitchen, strapping her into a high chair, holding her legs down when she tried to kick and get free. Rose hummed to herself, pulling an infant spoon out of a drawer, and baby food out of the cupboard, when she noticed something--they had a very interesting looking bottle of pills among the food. She grabbed that as well, reading it; as she did, an excited grin spread over her face, and she took two of the pills immediately and put the bottle back. "Okay, time to eat now!" She said cheerfully, bringing the food over to her sister.

"Grrbaa prbble eckshh..." ’What the hell were those, you little brat...?’ Emily eyed her sister, concerned about what she had planned...but could still do nothing about it. All she could do was struggle and shake her head while Rose fed her laxative baby food, and got most of it all over her. By the time the jars were empty, about half of the food had ended up all over Emily.

"What a mess you’ve made! Now I definitely have to clean you up...and since you were good enough, and ate your food, I’ll change you, too..." Rose taunted her sister as she took her out of the high chair and back into the living room. She got out the wipes, and a new diaper, then sat down at Emily’s feet, setting her things down. She hummed as she imitated what her sister had done to her: she opened the diaper, shocked at the brown-and-green mess the diaper had become, and held her breath as the stench reached her nose. She pulled out a few wipes, wiping all the sh*t that had stuck to her butt. She had to use a quite a few wipes, and stuck all the used ones inside the diaper; by the time she was done, and her sister was clean, the diaper was full to bursting, and she could barely fold it up to throw it away. She came back, wiping her hand off on her leg, trying to get off the gunk that wasn’t there, and put the clean diaper on Emily. "There...all better..."

Emily felt relieved to be in a nice, fresh diaper, and be nice and clean...to the point that she forgot about the torment, and being in the wrong body, temporarily. She didn’t have long to relax, though; Rose picked her up again, grinning evilly. "Now, I’m sure after all that food, you’ve gotten thirsty..." She shifted Emily a little, so her mouth was in front of her nipple. "And just look at how much bigger milk makes boobs get!" Emily realized then exactly what those pills had done--Rose was now lactating, and planned on feeding her. She struggled, shaking her head to try to keep away, but Rose held her head in place and forced her nipple into her sister’s mouth, squeezing her breast a little to help the milk come out. They sat there like that for a while--Rose forcing her newfound lactating breasts into Emily’s mouth, while her sister babbled and gurgled, trying to get away.

When Rose felt that she had teased her sister enough with that, she layed her back down on the ground and stood. "Alright, now...it’s time for us to get ready for those parties of yours!" She giggled madly, laying Emily down and scampering off to get a black bag, which apparently held their costumes. "Alright, here...is my costume!" She pulled out what seemed to be a slutty nurse outfit, but it was differant than your typical store-bought kind; hers was sheer, and pretty easy to see through, as well as seeming a size or two too small, so it would show off quite a bit more than it should. "I’ll go put it on real quick so you can see." Rose ran behind the door and put on a bra and panties, then got the full nurse getup on, coming out to flaunt herself to her sister. It was indeed quite easy to see what she wore underneath it--her panties and bra were bright red--and the neckline was more of a chestline than anything. The skirt was also insanely short, and showed off her panties even more. "So, what do you think?" She laughed, posing to show off everything she could to Emily. "Oh, and you’re gonna love yours! It’s a cute little princess outfit!" Rose held up a tiny, pink, glittery dress that she intended to get her sister into. "You’re gonna be so pretty..." She chuckled as she sat next to Emily and sat her up, putting the dress on over her head, and straightening it so it fit snugly. "There...beatiful, just like I said!"

Emily looked down at the dress, and her face became red again as she fought back tears; the front of the dress was little more than a sparkly, plastic bib--for easy cleaning--and the skirt was just as bad as her sisters, for even she could see her diaper past the glittery tulle. Her face scrunched up as she tried to not cry, her mouth wet and blubbering.

"You like it so much, it’s making you want to cry..." Rose taunted, feigning sweetness. "How wonderful! But dry those tears, sweet Emily...for soon, it shall be time for us to party!" She cackled, picking her sister up and dancing in circles with her, as Emily’s spirit broke and she began to wail once more.