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MidReal Story
My Fake Daughter Is My Stepbrother
Scenario:C’est l’histoire d’un garçon de 14 ans qui a cause de ses parents est pourchassé par des mafieux car ces parents l’ont vendu aux mafieux il est finalement sauvé par un couple qui le rachète aux mafieux mais en contrepartie il doit devenir leur fille car ils ont déjà 4 filles 2 jumelles de 12 ans, une de 14 ans et une de 16 ans ils pensaient à en adopter une nouvelle donc pour résumer le couple propose de l’adopter à condition qu’il s’habille, se coiffe, se maquille et se comporte en fille il accepte car c’est soit sa soit redevenir la propriété des mafieux. Ces nouvelles sœurs vont beaucoup s’amuser dans un premier temps à le transformer en fille puis à lui faire faire plein d’activités de filles (alors qu’il déteste ça)
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Tommy
and adaptable. Tommy was rescued by a couple who adopted him to avoid further mafia involvement. He learned they wanted him to be their daughter, and reluctantly agreed. Tommy now lives with the family in disguise as a girl named Tiffany, participating in feminine activities and learning to hide his true identity to stay safe and accepted by his new family.
Mr. Johnson
and supportive. Mr. Johnson initially reacts with anger upon learning that the boy they adopted is a boy due to his mother's previous adoption history with mafia connections. However, he eventually accepts responsibility and helps raise Tommy as his daughter, Tiffany, supporting his wife's adoption plan and ensuring a stable home environment for the young boy.
Mrs. Johnson
and practical. Mrs. Johnson adopted Tommy to add a son to her family, which she felt was missing. She plans to raise him as her daughter, Tiffany, to protect him from harm. Her husband supports her adoption plan, and together they intend to provide a safe and loving home for Tommy, despite initial shock at discovering he is a boy.
I was fourteen years old when my life changed.
My parents sold me to the gangsters.
They were looking for a new child to add to their collection of children they would s#l for profit.
They had been watching me for months, and my price was set high because I was in excellent physical condition and had no known health problems.
I tried to escape several times but was caught each time, b##n, and warned what would happen if I tried to escape again.
I knew that I had to keep trying until I could get away for good.
That opportunity came when an attorney and his wife, who were former adoption counselors, heard about a group of children being sold by the mafia.
They decided to buy a c##d and set the person free.
Their plan was to give the child a new identity so that the mafia could never find them again.
When they arrived at the location where the children were being kept, they saw me and knew that I was the one they would take home with them.
After completing the sale, they took me to their home.
It wasn’t until we were there that they told me about their plan for me.
They wanted me to become their daughter.
At first, I thought that they were joking, but then I realized that they were serious.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I sat across from them in their living room.
"We have four daughters," Mrs. Johnson said.
"Two of them are 12-year-old twins, one is 14 like you, and the oldest is 16. We need you to become our daughter so that we can protect you."
Mr. Johnson nodded in agreement.
"You will be safe with us," he said.
"We will make sure that no one ever finds you again."
I looked around the room and saw pictures of their daughters on the wall.
I had never seen them before, but now I could see their faces for the first time.
Mrs. Johnson stood up and walked over to me.
"Here," she said, handing me a dress.
"Try this on."
I took the dress from her and went into the bathroom to change.
When I came out, they both smiled at me.
"You look beautiful," Mrs. Johnson said.
"You look just like one of our own," Mrs. Johnson said softly, her eyes misty with emotion.
"But what if they come looking for me?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.
Mr. Johnson leaned forward, his expression serious yet reassuring. "We've already taken care of that; your new identity is airtight."
"We have taken care of that," Mr. Johnson said reassuringly.
"We have changed your name and your appearance. You will be safe here."
Mrs. Johnson took my hand and led me upstairs to meet my new sisters.
We entered a bedroom where four girls were sitting on a bed, staring at me with wide eyes.
The oldest girl, who I assumed was Sarah, stood up and walked over to me.
She grabbed a hairbrush from the dresser and started brushing my hair.
The twins, Emily and Emma, jumped up and ran into the closet.
They came out holding a dress and giggling.
"Here," one of them said, holding out the dress.
"Put this on."
I took the dress from her and went into the bathroom to change.
When I came out, they were all standing there waiting for me.
The fourteen-year-old girl, Katie, was holding a makeup bag in her hand.
She walked over to me and started applying makeup to my face.
I stood there with my arms crossed, watching her in the mirror as she worked. "You look just like us," one of the twins said excitedly.
"We can be sisters now."
I didn’t say anything as I watched Katie apply mascara to my eyelashes.
When she finished, she stepped back and looked at me with a smile on her face.
"You look perfect," she said softly.
"Now let’s go downstairs and meet our parents."
I followed them down the stairs and into the living room where Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were waiting for us.
They smiled at us as we entered the room.
"Hello girls," Mr. Johnson said happily.
"I see you have all met each other."
"Yes," Mrs. Johnson said excitedly.
"And they look just like sisters."
Mr. Johnson nodded in agreement as he looked at us all standing there together.
"It’s amazing how much they resemble each other," he said softly.
"I know," Mrs. Johnson replied happily.
"Are you ready to start your new life?" Mr. Johnson asked, his voice gentle but firm.
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"But what if I can't forget the past?"
Sarah grabbed my hand and led me into her bedroom.
The other girls were already there, sitting on the floor in a circle.
There were bottles of nail polish, fashion magazines, and hair accessories spread out on the floor between them.
They pulled me down to sit with them.
Katie grabbed my hand and started filing my nails while Emily flipped through a teen magazine, pointing out hairstyles she thought would look good on me.
I tried to pull my hand away, but Emma held my arm firmly in place.
"You need to learn these things," Sarah said, picking up a bottle of bright pink nail polish.
The twins giggled as they practiced braiding sections of my hair.
Katie looked at me with a serious expression.
"We all have pasts we can't forget," she said quietly.
"But together, we can make new memories that are stronger."
During dinner, I pushed the salad around my plate with my fork.
I tried to gather up the courage to say something.
"Maybe I could be more of a tomboy," I said quietly.
"Play sports instead of doing makeup."
The table fell silent.
Sarah's fork clattered against her plate.
"That's not how real girls act," Katie said firmly.
Emma and Emily exchanged knowing looks before Emma grabbed my wrist.
"You need to embrace being feminine," she said, her voice filled with conviction.
"Starting with proper table manners."
Emily picked up her fork and demonstrated the delicate way I should hold it.