Star-crossed double-cross 22

Chapter 22 – Lucian 2.0

“Happy birthday, Luce,” Lucian’s best friend Nancy announced as she passed him over a wrapped object.

Accepting the gift, Lucian smiled. “Thanks, Nance. What is it?”

“Come on, Luce. You don’t expect me to tell you, do you? I mean. Why would I go to all the trouble of wrapping it if I was just going to tell you what was inside,” Nancy quipped as she raised both brows.

Lucian shook his head and chuckled before ripping into the paper to reveal a piece of black cloth. “Oh, sweet,” he yelled upon unfolding the fabric, “Skullcrusher’s tour shirt from last spring. Wow, thanks, Nance. I’ve regretted not getting one of these ever since the gig. When I looked online, I couldn't find one anywhere. Where on Earth did you find it?”

“I have my ways, and you’re welcome,” Nancy announced with a chuckle. “I thought you could wear it to the festival in Brownsville next weekend. That is if you want to go with me? She added, producing two tickets from her pocket.

A huge smile crossed Lucian’s face. “You managed to get tickets? he yelled out excitedly. “You’re the best friend ever. Of course, I want to go with you. Are you kidding?”

“I know, I’m pretty awesome, aren’t I?” Nancy replied, hamming it up. “I’ll even do your makeup if you want?”

“My makeup!” exclaimed Lucian, looking a little confused all of a sudden. “I guess some guys will be wearing a little eyeliner or something.”

Nancy smiled. “Eyeliner, shadow, mascara. I have this really cute new lipstick that will match that dress I just gave you.”

“Dress! you mean…” Lucian stopped mid-sentence as his mouth fell open in shock. The black tour T-shirt he had been holding moments earlier had somehow magically morphed into a pink mini dress. “What the hell?” he screamed, tossing the dress onto the table.

“Are you ok, Lucia?” Nancy said, picking up the dress. “If you don’t like it, I guess I can return it. But you should try it on first. Now that you’ve recovered from your boob job, your girls are going to look spectacular with that low V-neck front.”

“Lucia? Boob job? Nancy, what the hell are you talking about? I… arrrggg…” Again, Lucian failed to finish his sentence, this time stopping due to raw terror as he glanced down to see himself wearing Nancy’s gift. But as scary as it was to be suddenly wearing the dress, it was what lay beneath that unnerved him the most. A huge pair of very real looking breasts! Jumping to his feet, he stumbled forward on his stiletto-heeled shoes, which had, moments earlier, been a pair of Converse. Crashing into the table its contents were sent to the ground with a loud thud.

“It’s Bianca Cabello,” someone screamed as the heads of the people sitting around began to turn. “I love you, Bianca,” another called.

“Nancy, what’s going on here? Where did all these people come from? And why am I dressed like this?” Lucian muttered as he stumbled about, trying to regain his balance.

“Nancy, who’s Nancy?” Mariana answered in a stern voice. "Come now, Bianca. We’ve got a lot of training to do if you’re going to be ready for your world tour.”

“No… ahhhhh…no,” Lucian cried out at the top of his lungs. “Get away from me. I don’t want this. I’m not Bianca! I’m Lucian! I’m a man!”

Turning to run, he tripped on his heels and fell forward as the ground opened up in front of him. Plunged head first into darkness, Lucian screamed as loud as he could until suddenly, he awoke in a cold sweat.

Disorientated, Lucian blinked a few times as the light dancing around the unfamiliar room hurt his eyes, making them water. “Oh, you’re awake!” A startled voice announced. “Try to stay calm, Miss Cabello. You are safe here. Just relax, and I’ll call Mr Jimenez!"

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“Impressive work, right?” Raul Jimenez announced, breaking the silence that had fallen upon the room.

Lucian was too startled to reply, his eyes locked on the reflection before them. Feeling sick to his stomach, he studied the lingerie-clad woman looking back, refusing to accept that it was him.

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“Not very talkative, ey? Well, that’s ok, for now at least,” Raul said as he stepped into sight behind Lucian. “You’ll need some time to recover and adjust to your new body after being out for so long.”

“How long?” Lucian mumbled in a croaky voice.

“Almost four months,” Raul said, finishing Lucian's sentence. “You’ve been kept in an induced coma to give your body time to heal after the surgeries.

“Surgeries? Lucian whispered, finding his mouth almost too dry to speak.

“Yes, you are now officially Bianca Cabello and have her exact body proportions. One of the top surgeons in the world flew out especially,” Raul stated, placing his hands on Lucian’s shoulders. “No more fake nose for you,” he added as Lucian shuddered. “The rhinoplasty and facial sculpting will mean getting ready will take less time, from now on. Of course, we did make a few changes. After we leak the story, everyone will believe Bianca went in for some cosmetic surgery. You’ll deny it, of course. But no one will actually believe the car accident story.”

Feeling dizzy, Lucian tried to place his feet flat on the floor, but they refused to bend. “Get used to standing on your tip toes, “Raul declared as he began to massage the terrified boy's shoulders. “Your achilles tendons have been shortened to help you cope with the busy schedule ahead. As you know, Pop stars like you are expected to constantly wear impractical shoes. Now, you'll have no trouble at all, even wearing the highest of heels.”

Lucian felt a cold tingly sensation ripple down his body as he fought the urge to collapse. A soft moan then escaped the feminised boy’s lips as Raul wrapped an arm around his slim waist. “Ah yes, sorry,” Raul commented as he began to run his index finger along Lucian’s side. “You’ll be a little sore around this area for a while yet. Your top two ribs have been removed to give you a sexier shape. This sexy little corset isn’t just for decoration, it will help support you while you recover. The same goes for the bra.” Raul’s hand moved up to cup Lucian’s right breast as another soft moan left the shaken boy's lips. “Real breasts are a lot heavier than those forms you used to glue on. You’ll need this to stop any sagging. And then there’s down there…”

“Stop…please… I… I need…” Lucian gasped as the room began to spiral around him. Unable to fight it, he collapsed into Raul’s arms.

Lifting the new Bianca up as if she weighed nothing, Raul grinned and shook his head. “Let’s get you back to bed, shall we?” he remarked as he walked across the room with Lucian in his arms. “You’ll need your energy for training next week. After all, Being a full-time pop star is a lot harder than it looks.”