Summary:
Time for a poor girl to become a Luscious sister
Author's note:
This is a fun idea that occurred to me, based on the kind of bodily and attitude transformations that I really enjoy. The most bizarre thing is that, of all the stories I've ever written, this feels the most real - as if it could actually happen, something that says a surprising amount about our world. It's worth stressing, though, that this is
not
a sex story - if you enjoy people being physically transformed, this will appeal. If you want sex, steer clear - this one won't be for you.
Of course, although I'm speaking about the real world, any similarities to people alive or dead are
entirely
coincidental...
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Living with the Luscious Sisters
There aren't many people so famous that everyone all over the world would recognise them. Footballers, pop stars and A-list actors would all make the list, of course, and sitting alongside them would of course be the Luscious Sisters.
The Luscious family wasn't totally unknown, of course - their late father was a respected showbiz lawyer, their mother a publicist extraordinaire. But their fame paled in comparison to that of the three Luscious sisters, Lexi, Lily and Lacey.
After Lexi Luscious' sex tape made the news, Laura Luscious used her clout in the world of entertainment to get her girls a reality TV show,
Living with the Luscious Sisters
. People would tune in to experience the Luscious life - their relationships and their lifestyles - and dream of it. And they got to know the girls in the process -although there were obvious familial similarities, with all of the girls having icy blonde hair and well-rounded bodies, even before their surgeries, everyone soon had their favourite Luscious. Everyone had views on Lexi after the sex tape, but they soon came to realise her soft side - if Laura was the brains of the operation, Lexi was its heart, and she always cared for her family. Lily, the middle child, was known for being creative yet reserved, and her authenticity won people round. Then there was Lacey, the fun and loud one, always playing pranks on her sisters and being ready with a shout of 'sisters forever!'
It was a pop-culture phenomenon - girls wanted to be them, and they copied the Luscious look to the best of their means. When Lily said that her ex-boyfriend was a dirty shrimp, shrimp became the word of the moment overnight. Whenever the girls wore an outfit, it was sold out in all the shops before the day was out. And, of course, whenever the girls got lip fillers, plumpers or even plastic surgery, a surprising number of fans would go out and copy the modifications.
Sure, there were detractors out there, but the family wasn't fussed by them - they knew that they were motivated by jealousy, plain and simple.
To be a Luscious was, in effect, to be royalty.
"So why," Laura Luscious fumed, "are the viewing figures declining?"
The girls sat in silence as their mother and manager paced around their home meeting room, an angry look on her face. When she was in this mood, there was no point contributing to the discussion unless they were deliberately spoken to.
"We're giving them what they want - what the fuck is wrong with them?"
It was Lexi who broke the sisterly silence: "You always say, mom, to bring it back to family when we're in trouble."
"We just need to show them some different," Lacey said, "something new, so they can fall in love with our family again."
Laura was thinking: "And what do you suggest, dears?"
"It's a shame that we don't have any long-lost relatives we feature on the show," said Lily. "It's like my art - you can't do the same thing all the time, or people look elsewhere, but you can't be too different."
"So we need the same, but different?" asked Lacey. "How does that work?"
Suddenly, Laura had a brainwave. It was an idea so incredible she couldn't believe it, but she just knew it would work.
"I think you've got it, girls. All the girls out there want to be a Luscious sister - let's give one of them the chance."
It was going to be ratings gold.
But first, to find the right girl...
***
"Fuck you, bitch!"
Whatever else you might say about her, Selena Crawford was not a subtle woman.
She was almost the living embodiment of 'born on the wrong side of the tracks', and it was an unspoken label that she wore with pride.
Selena marched through the streets, swagger in every step. She lived in the rough part of town, but she loved walking in the posh neighbourhood - there, although she had no money and no real power, she felt like she did. There, people looked at her like she was someone.
"Cross the road, that poor bitch is coming," they'd mutter under their breath. She heard it anyway, and she'd give them a glance of sheer disgust in response. She didn't care that they avoided her, no - they avoided her because she was someone, someone with a little bit of something over them, even if only for a moment.
When her mother was alive, she told her that. 'Selena,' she said, 'be someone that people want to be - make them jealous of you, or you'll go mad being jealous of them.'
And so, Selena carried that through life.
She was a natural beauty, although that beauty was tempered slightly by her roughness. She was a brunette, thin, her features stunning if harsh - fuck, she couldn't help that, not with the world she was from. You don't get many advantages on the poverty line, and she'd noticed more than once that everyone seemed to get old before their time there - a combination of vices and life stomping on you.
Her figure was thin, with small breasts and a flat butt. It used to be a sore spot - once, she heard this rich bitch call her the ironing board, and she kicked her head in in response. It felt good, taking this spoiled brat who cared so much about her looks and giving her a free nosejob with her fist - even now, the memory made her smile. Her temper had flared a little too much that day, a bit of envy over how good this girl looked, perhaps? Well, not again, not now.
Selena used to wear cheap clothes, jeans and baggy T-shirts to cover herself up, but she realised that she could own her looks, and she wouldn't let those snobs beat her down. Now, she dressed like one of them, and she knew they hated it - it pleased her.
She was marching around the rich neighbourhood, but everything seemed quieter than usual. The heiresses and snobs were normally out, walking and chatting, but today, they had all clustered quietly in groups. They had their phones in hand, but it was different - there was a different energy, a different vibe.
She was intrigued - she crawled closer, and peered over one of their shoulders.
It was a video by that old Luscious woman, the one who leaked her own daughter's sex tape. Selena listened, and was stunned by what she heard.
"Hello, Luscious fans - it's Laura here, and I've got some big big news for you. Our family is going to be growing, very soon indeed. No, not a baby, although I hope that one of the girls might make me a grandmother soon. For the moment, however, I've something just as exciting to announce - a competition. Everybody wants to be a Luscious, and today, one of you will have the chance to join our family."
The girls squealed with excitement. Selena looked at them, feeling a combination of pity and disgust for them. They'd been brainwashed by that stupid family, like so many others.
"If you win, you'll live a life of luxury. You'll be a Luscious until you die, and you'll live a life of wonders beyond your wildest dreams until then. You'll be one of my girls, treated like my own flesh and blood. And, if you're one of my girls, that also means you'll have three incredible sisters at your back."
Selena heard the familiar, vacant voices of the three Luscious sisters.
"We're looking for a new sister," Lily was chirpy.
"I always wanted a little sister," said Lacey.
"Won't it be fun to be a Luscious girl?" asked Lexi. "Please, make sure to join us!"
"But how
do
you enter this competition?" asked Laura. "It's nice and simple - just post a video online, telling us why you want to be part of our family - be the most lush you can be, and you're in with a chance. No shrimps here, everyone - just lots of Luscious love."
Then, the voices of the three girls again, speaking in unison like the blank robots Selena thought they were: "Stay Luscious!"
The message was over, and it seemed like every girl in the area was hit by some kind of hysteria. Where that had been calm, there was now nothing but people talking about the Luscious family, listing a load of claims to fame that Selena thought were nothing to be proud of. They were thrilled by the words that Laura had spoken, and Selena didn't get it - how could these people
