"Dear, would you be so kind as to pass me the silver tinsel?" Amelia asked sweetly, gesturing to the festive decorations scattered across the living room floor.
"Of course, Mother!" replied her daughter, handing over the glimmering strand with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Amelia's heart swelled with pride as she admired the beautiful young woman before her. Malorie had come a long way since the surgeries. The former man's masculine features had been softened, curves added, a youthful glow emanating from pillowy lips and gleaming eyes. She was the picture of perfection, the ideal daughter Amelia had always dreamed of having.
Extensive gender confirmation surgeries and rigorous mental conditioning had transformed the cheating scoundrel into the lovely Malorie. An obedient daughter to replace the lying, philandering spouse. Amelia's ultimate revenge.
"Now, I have a special gift for you to hang on the tree," Amelia said, producing a delicate velvet box. Malorie's hands trembled slightly as she accepted it. Inside lay two shriveled blue orbs. Malorie's eyes widened in horror, the realization dawning. They were...James' testicles. Preserved as a macabre keepsake.
Malorie's conditioned mind suppressed any further reaction. She smiled woodenly. "Thank you Mother. How very thoughtful of you." Voice wavering only a fraction as she looped the 'ornaments' onto a high branch.
"There, isn't that lovely? A token to remember your past before you became my perfect girl." Amelia snickered in satisfaction. James was gone, wiped away, and in his place stood the daughter she had molded from his flesh and psyche. The ultimate revenge against a cheating husband.
The doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of her new husband Richard and his son Todd. Amelia preened. Her hasty remarriage to the wealthy banker had been prudent and profitable. As had been introducing him to her 'daughter.'
"You'd better get dressed for our guests, dear. Richard's son is quite smitten with you, you know."
"Yes Mother," Malorie replied, glancing down at her flimsy silk robe. Richard and Amelia had been encouraging her budding relationship with Todd. Their own ill-conceived attempt at a modern family to mask the dark secret festering at the core.
Malorie fled upstairs to change, movements graceful and feminine despite the conflict raging within. A woman's body housing the emasculated ruin of the man who had once called himself a husband. Her thoughts ended up being unable to dwell deeper and had to put on the mask of the obedient daughter.
Amelia smiled to herself, admiring her handiwork as she awaited her guests. The perfect family...on the surface. But Amelia would always know the truth - that beneath her daughter's flawless facade lurked her pathetic ex-husband and his shriveled manhood, forever preserved on the tree.
tangentwithtanner
jacobvanloon
prguitarman
turnnoffyourmind
