Gillian was working part time at the local coffee shop.

As she walked past the toilets to go to the storeroom at the back she was grabbed and pulled into the disabled toilet, where a lady had pushed another customer in a wheelchair.

Before she could do anything, she was hit on the back of the head and stunned.

A collar was fitted round her neck, and she was muzzled. Her wrists were also cuffed. Her eyes widened in panic as she heard the click of padlocks...

Her panic-stricken eyes darted from side to side as she was dressed in a hooded raincape, which she suddenly recognised as the one being worn by the lady in the wheelchair, who she saw now had been an inflatable dummy.

She was then escorted out of the shop by her captor, Sasha, fastened down into the wheelchair, frantically trying, and failing, to attract someone’s attention. Her colleague was working out by the back of the counter, and didn’t see her at all, and no-one else even looked up.

“Amazing how people seem to try to ignore other people in wheelchairs, isn’t it?”, Sasha whispered into her ear.

Gillian moaned into her gag as the pair left the shop and went off up the street.

Sasha carried on walking, talking to Gillian as if she was showing around. She was wearing a carer’s tunic from one of the local help services, under a transparent raincoat, and looked entirely appropriate. However, this was the only really risky part of the entire operation. If one of their official carers had seen her, they would know something was wrong, as the firm was only a small one and everybody knew everybody. Despite this, the risk had been deemed worthwhile for the short time that the pair would be out.

Managing to not be spotted, Gillian and her ‘carer’ went up a driveway, up a wheelchair ramp, and into a house.

Inside, Sasha took off her raincoat and hung it up. She then undid Gillian’s cape.

Gillian immediately tried to get up. Only her arms moved. Her legs stubbornly refused to do anything.

“You’re in a wheelchair for a reason, love”, said Sasha. “Have you forgotten your legs don’t work?”

The collar Sasha had fastened around Gillian’s neck had connected to her spine and was interfering with the signals to her legs, stopping them from working. This shocked Gillian even more than being kidnapped. Shaking her head from side to side, and moaning into her muzzle, she frantically kept trying to stand up.

Sasha stroked her head.

“Please, love, calm down”, she said. “You’ll damage something.”

At the same time, to Gillian’s amazement, Sasha undid her muzzle.

“What have you done to me!”, Gillian yelled. “I’m not handicapped! Let me go!”

“There’s the door”, said Sasha. “You can leave any time. Do bear in mind, however, that if you do, you’ll never get the use of your legs back. If you try and remove the collar yourself, it will completely short out your entire nervous system. That would be bad… Also, this house is soundproofed. You can yell as much as you like.”

Gillian just stared at Sasha in horror…

As Gillian sat there, Sasha unfastened her from the chair.

She then started undressing her.

Gillian tried to stop her, but Sasha easily overpowered her and soon she was sitting on the floor, naked. Her coffee shop uniform was in a laundry basket, ready to be washed.

Sasha then fitted her with a nappy, and a clear plastic pair of knickers.

“You’ll need these, your waterworks don’t work properly anymore either,"

Gillian started to cry.

“You bitch! You heartless bitch!”

“Careful who you insult, love. After all, I’m the one that gets the food…”

Sasha dressed Gillian in a tight white latex blouse, and a black rubber skirt. She also put white socks and black plimsolls on her, which really scared Gillian as she couldn’t feel any sensation at all…

Sasha then picked Gillian up and sat her on the sofa, then folded away her wheelchair and put it in the cupboard.

“I like this setup”, she said. “I don’t have to spend ages chaining you up to stop you running away…!”

She then looked closer.

“Also, I love the way that the latex of the blouse stretches across your cleavage. You’re quite an attractive girl, you know, except for your awful makeup.”

Sasha bent down and kissed Gillian, who angrily spat in her face.

Sasha slapped Gillian as hard as she could. The crack echoed loudly in the room.

As tears filled Gillian’s eyes, Sasha said “Your face isn’t a problem at the moment, I’ve got to redo your makeup and hair anyway…”

She walked out, leaving Gillian sobbing on the sofa…

Back at the Coffee Shop, the late afternoon shift had just arrived.

“Hi, Max!”, one of them, Andy, called. “You on your own?”

“No, Gillian’s out back, somewhere”, he said. He then looked at his phone. “Strange. She’s been out there for ages…!”

Andy went out the back. Shortly, he came back out.

“She’s not out there, anywhere.”, he said. “It’s weird, because her bag with her phone in is still on the side, but I can’t find her anywhere.”

“I haven’t seen her leave”, said Max. “Anyway, she’d let me know, and she certainly wouldn’t leave her bag and phone behind.”

“I know”, said Max, “I’ll ring Paula, her sister. She lives with her, and it’s only up the road. Perhaps she’s nipped home for something.”

He rang. No, Paula hadn’t seen her that afternoon. She was expecting her back soon, though, because they were supposed to be going shopping…

Max had done what he can, so he headed off.

It was only when the sister rang the evening shift back later, saying Gillian still hadn’t come home, they realised something was wrong…

At Sasha’s house, ironically in the next road over from Gillian’s, Sasha had sedated Gillian and was working on her.

Firstly, she had removed every single bit of makeup from Gillian’s face. She had then removed all her hair and treated her scalp to stop it from growing back.

Her lips had been plumped out (a lot) and contact lenses had changed the colour of her eyes from green to blue.

She then spread a special glue over Gillian’s scalp and fitted her with a Strawberry Blonde ‘pageboy’ cut wig. She then also put some lace opera gloves on her.

Once she had finished, Gillian looked nothing like her original appearance. Apart from the hair, however, everything could be put back to ‘normal’, but Gillian didn’t need to know that… (Sasha thought).

She then added a metal tag to her collar. ‘Sasha’s Pet’…

She then took Gillian upstairs, to the bedroom that she had prepared for her. The walls were even more soundproofed than the rest of the house; the window looked out over her home, but it was bulletproof and one way. Gillian could see out but have no idea that no-one looking in could see or hear her. Sasha was looking forward to watching Gillian frantically try to contact her sister…

With a groan, Gillian woke up. What had that bitch done to her now…?

Looking around, she realised that she was in someone’s bedroom. She tried sitting up, but the floor and ceiling changed places, so she laid back down again quickly. She also tried to call out, but her speech was completely garbled. In the end, she saw a button on the wall next to the bed labelled ‘Call’ and pressed it…

Sasha came in.

“Something wrong, dear?”, she said.

Gillian tried to speak.

“Oh, sorry”, said Sasha. She pressed a button on her phone.

Gillian suddenly found she could talk properly.

“What the hell have you done to me now!?”

“Well, as my new younger sister, you suffer from Cerebral Palsy, and any tests done on you whilst your collar is active will confirm that. As you are now, however, you’re a normal girl with handicapped legs. If you behave yourself, I’ll leave you like that, all the time no-one else is about. Carry on causing me trouble, and…”

Sasha’s hand moved toward her phone…

“Ok! Ok!”, said Gillian. “I get the message! However, won’t people guess that I’m not your younger sister…?”

“Oh, I forgot”, said Sasha. “You haven’t seen yourself yet…”

Sasha lifted Gillian up and turned her head toward the dressing table mirror.

“Oh god…!”, Gillian cried…

Sasha then showed Gillian her younger daughter’s passport. Gillian Tarhova’s picture looked exactly like Gillian did now…

“The wonders of Photoshop”, Sasha said, “and a little bit of AI.”

Gillian just sobbed…