Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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Yet again I was forced to wake up into a life that wasn't mine. Well,
who knows, maybe it was my life now, but it sure as hell didn't feel
like it.
I didn't want to face another day of school. I would undoubtedly get
questioned again about my supposed cheating. Besides that, I still had
to worry about Jack, a school bully, who didn't seem to care for me
much and had issued a threat that I'd better "have something" today.
Clothing options were just as annoying as ever. The jeans I'd worn the
day before were the only pair I owned, forcing me into slightly more
effeminate clothing options. Not skirts yet, luckily, but the remaining
pairs of pants I had included a pair of baby blue sweats, some skin
tight black pants and light pink cargo pants. After some debating to
myself, I decided on the sweats, which I threw on with a black T-shirt.
Of course the day at school passed much the same as it had before. I
spent what time I could hanging out with Jessica, the best friend I had
been lucky enough to inherit. Unfortunately, free time was short, as my
time not in class I had a seat reserved for me in the principal's
office until I was willing to explain how I'd cheated on the test. Of
course, I hadn't cheated, which basically meant I was stuck there.
Walking home my heart was pounding. When Jessica and I diverged paths,
I knew that it wouldn't be long until I had to face my oppressor.
"So, we meet again," Jack said with a grin and stepped into my path
from behind some bushes.
"Please leave me alone." I pleaded quietly.
"I might... depends, what have you got in exchange?" he asked, putting
his hand out in anticipation for a bribe.
I had considered bringing something to buy him off, but didn't feel I
had anything of interest to him, so had brought nothing.
"Well?" he snorted, impatiently.
"I don't have anything," I told him, bracing myself for whatever
torture my failure to deliver would insight.
"Well, then, I guess I have no choice," he said, pulling his arm back
in a fist.
I closed my eyes and brought my arms up to protect my face.
Unfortunately, he instead hit my in my ribs, still injured from my
first day as a girl.
The force of the blow brought me to a knee. The pain was horrible and
made worse every time I found myself inhaling. I wasn't so lucky that
that would be the entirety of my beating. When my arms instinctively
went to my injured chest, he took the opportunity to punch me in the
face.
I could tell that my eye would be black after the force of the blow. I
could feel tears streaming down my face, the sobs I tried to suppress
surging forth. I knew I should fight back, but I was frozen my fear.
Jack then grabbed me by the shirt, throwing me headfirst into the
nearby bushes. I hit the ground very hard with my head and was
completely knocked out.
I woke up with a throbbing headache still lying in the bushes.
Undoubtedly their dense foliage had masked my presence from anybody who
had happened by them while I was out. It would seem unlikely that
nobody had passed, as the sun was beginning to come down. I wondered
how long I had been out.
Once I tried to move, I was reminded of the blow I had taken to my ribs
by my newfound difficulty breathing. I struggled to my feat and looked
down to examine myself. My shirt was warped from Jack grabbing it. I
could see bloodstains on it that appear to have originated from cuts on
my arms from the branches of the bushes. My hair, as well as the rest
of my body, was covered by dirt and leaves. My inability to open my
right eye was a guarantee that I now had a black eye.
I stumbled home, feeling like total crap. I wondered if I would be in
trouble due to my absence. Probably, I told myself.
I eventually got home and fell through the door. Mrs. Taylor and the
rest of the family, including Tom, ran to the hall from the living
room.
"Where have you been?" Mrs. Taylor shrieked, "What happened to you?"
"Nothing..." I lied, trying to walk past them.
That effort was stalled when Tom put his leg out in front of my
intended path. Just as luck would have it, he positioned it perfectly
to hit my already suffering ribs. I let out a small shriek of pain that
prompted him to move his leg.
"You okay?" Tom asked in an apologetic tone.
"Yeah." I murmured.
"So where have you been?" Mrs. Taylor asked, somewhat calmed down.
"You look like you got your ass kicked," Tom pointed out.
I shot him a glare that both confirmed his suspicion and conveyed how
much I didn't want to discuss it. Mrs. Taylor however wouldn't hear of
it.
"Who was it? Why were you fighting?" she asked, seeming more worried
than mad now.
"Just some kid. And trust me, he did all the fighting," I explained.
"He?" Tom asked, "Some guy beat you up?"
I nodded in response. Tom seemed to get pretty pissed off about that
and ranted for a few minutes about how guys have no business hitting
girls. It hadn't really dawned on me and I was just as much an advocate
of that as he was. I guess I still didn't really think of myself as a
girl.
"So why did he do it?" Mrs. Taylor asked, seeming suspicious that I
might have been part of the catalyst for the fight.
I explained what had happened my first day at school with him, as well
as past encounters. I figured that the roots of the problem were either
caused by Stephanie when she still occupied this body or were just
random bullying.
"So why didn't you fight back?" Tom asked.
"I was too scared I guess." I replied.
"I'd love to kick this kid's ass. What's his name?" Tom asked me.
"I don't know," I lied.
I didn't want him to get involved in this. It was my own problem and I
would deal with it myself.
"Would Jessica know?" he pressed.
"I doubt it, he's not in our class." I said, knowing perfectly well she
knew him.
"So he's in the other fourth grade class?"
"Not exactly..."
"What grade is he in?"
"Fifth I think."
"Oh, well isn't that great. Not only is this guy picking on girls, but
younger ones. Sheesh, if I ever get my hands on him..."
"Alright Tom, that's enough," Mrs. Taylor interrupted, "Steph, why
don't you go clean yourself up, alright?"
"Okay," I replied, more than happy to have the discussion end.
Actually it didn't end, I was just excused from it, as I heard Tom and
Mrs. Taylor still talking in the living room.
I hopped in the shower and had quite a time getting the dirt, leaves
and blood out of my hair and off the rest of me. After all that, I got
into my pajamas, brushed my hair and headed out to the living room
where Mrs. Taylor and Tom were still talking.
"I'm just not sure it's such a good idea to mess with it," I overheard
Mrs. Taylor saying.
"Look, I'm just saying we could fix a lot of these problems if we
just..." Tom was saying, until Mrs. Taylor spotted me.
"Hey Steph!" she said, obviously hinting at Tom it was time to stop
their conversation.
"What were you two talking about?" I asked suspiciously. I was getting
the impression that there was something they didn't want me to know,
which of course made me want to know what it was.
"Oh, nothing," Tom said, trying to sound nonchalant.
I could tell that pressing the issue would get me nowhere, so I decided
to let it drop for the moment but try to find out later.
"Oh yeah, I've got something for you," Tom said, reaching into his
pocket. He produced about 100 bucks.
"Phil told me to give this to your family. It's the money you had
coming to you from work. I figured you should have it more than them."
he explained. Phil, of course, was our boss.
I also might as well add that he probably would have burned it before
he gave it to my family, as neither he nor anybody else I knew liked
them. Heck, I didn't even like them that much. My dad was an alcoholic,
my older brother was an ass fast following in Dad's footsteps and my
little sister was spoiled rotten. My mom had been dead for many years.
"Thanks." I said as I took the cash.
I didn't really know what I would use it for, since I didn't really
want anything. I didn't have the facilities to go do too much either,
what with losing my license, car and freedom to come and go as I
pleased.
"So, how have you been doing?" Tom asked.
"Um, fine, I guess." I lied.
"Cool, so what's it like being a girl?"
"Why don't you ask your mom." I said, gesturing toward Mrs. Taylor.
"Your mom too now," he replied with a grin, "besides, I want your
perspective on the subject."
"Well, it's different," I explained, "I'd like to go back to being my
old self, that's for sure."
"Really? I never would have guessed," he stated sarcastically.
"Ugh, quiet you."
The three of us sat there and talked for a little while. Tom filled me
in on how most people took my "death." The usual shock and all that
crap.
"So how did my family take it?" I asked him.
"I don't know, haven't heard from them." he stated very quickly, sort
of like a planned response.
I got the feeling he was lying. I decided to get an answer by cornering
him in the lie.
"So how did you find out about, you know, my body eating it?" I asked
him.
"Sam told me." he said after a moment's hesitation.
"And how did Sam find out?" I asked.
"No clue." Tom stated. I couldn't come up with any follow up, so I
decided to let it drop, since I couldn't prove he was lying.
Mrs. Taylor went to make dinner about then and Tom mentioned he was
going to stay the night. It was sort of weird. I wanted to do something
with him, play a game or something, but he didn't seem interested in
anything. Around ten, he suggested that we go to bed, way early for
him.
"Since when do you go to bed at ten?" I asked him.
"I'm burned out, what with thinking you were missing earlier," he
stated.
"I can take care of myself," I told him.
"I hope so," he stated cryptically. Soon after he went to bed and I
decided that I was actually pretty tired, so I decided to follow suit
and hit the hay.
I woke up the next morning feeling really weird. Most mornings anymore
I didn't feel I was in the right place, what with being in a different
room than the one I'd slept in for so many years, but somehow it was
more intense this morning.
The room wasn't the only thing by any means. My body felt
uncomfortable, foreign. I had begun to get used to it, but this morning
I couldn't get over being so small, having so much hair and of course
not having a penis.
I didn't feel at all comfortable in my clothes. I don't mean that the
pajamas I wore were physically uncomfortable, I just felt weird wearing
them. I noticed them as being way too feminine and felt afraid that
somebody would see me in them.
I decided to try to get over that last sentiment by getting dressed,
but that didn't help at all. I threw on the pink cargo pants as well as
a green long-sleeve shirt, but the outfit gave me the same feeling as
the pajamas.
I wasn't up long before a knocking came at the door.
"Who is it?" I asked, my voice sounding way too high pitched. I got a
sudden feeling of embarrassment when I spoke.
"It's me, can I come in?" said Tom.
I really didn't want him to see me, though I didn't know why. It wasn't
like he hadn't seen me just the day before or several times before
that.
"Now's not a good time," I told him frankly.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so..." I replied, not really knowing if anything was
in fact wrong.
Nothing had changed since the day before, but everything about how I
felt had. I felt as though I was betraying my old self my just being
there. I hated that feeling.
Before long Mrs. Taylor opened the door and popped her head through.
"Breakfast is ready Steph," she told me.
I immediately felt like I was naked before her. I felt as though I was
wearing something I shouldn't be and looking like I shouldn't look. I
guess my face revealed that there was something wrong.
"You okay, hun?" she asked me, stepping into the room.
I wanted to crawl under the covers of my bed and hide, but I knew that
wouldn't accomplish anything.
"Um, yeah, why do you ask..."
"You just look, I don't know, frazzled." she said as she sat down at
the foot of my bed.
"Well, I'm fine," I told her, not really feeling like discussing my
feelings with her. My feelings were mine alone and nobody's business.
"I can tell there's something wrong. Why are you hugging yourself?" she
asked.
I noticed that she was right in that I was hugging myself. It was a
subconscious reaction, me trying to cover up myself. I felt naked
before her. I decided that telling her the truth would get her out of
there faster than being difficult would.
"I just feel, weird. Like all the coping I did since changing bodies
just went out the window," I explained, trying to articulate my
feelings.
Mrs. Taylor seemed to get a weird look when I mentioned all this,
somewhere between guilt, surprise and worry.
"We don't really know how the device worked. Maybe the changes it made
to you mentally were temporary and now you're going back to your old
self." she suggested.
That reason made sense, I suppose. One of the changes was the mentality
of a little girl and if I had lost that, then maybe my male mentality
had taken over again. I didn't think I could cope with this feeling and
I said as much.
"Look, I'm sure you'll get used to it again if that is what happened.
Everything will work out." she said, trying to comfort me I guess.
"Maybe, maybe not." I told her. I wasn't sure if any of this could work
out, but I hoped it would.
"You want to go grab some breakfast?" she asked me as she stood up.
"Na, I don't really feel hungry." I told her, which was true, but not
the entire reason. I didn't want anybody else to see me being the
other.
When Mrs. Taylor left I locked the door and crawled back under the
covers of my bed. Quite frankly if there was anything I could put in
between me and the rest of the world I wanted it there.
I spent most of the day with the radio on trying not to think about how
I felt, a futile effort. I tried focusing on the positives and they
were certainly there. Now that I wasn't frozen by fear, I intended to
give Jack a real fight next time we fought. Also, maybe I could
confront Mrs. Stevens and finally get the whole cheating thing worked
out.
"Steph?" came a voice from my door. It sounded like one of the twins,
Timmy I assumed since I didn't detect Billy's usual spite in the voice.
"What?" I replied, still not wanting to be seen and hoping I could get
rid of him.
"Can I come in for a minute?"
"Can it wait?"
"I'd rather it didn't."
Damn, I thought, knowing I wasn't going to get rid of him. I got out of
bed and unlocked the door. The door creaked open and to my surprise
Billy came in. I could tell it was him because he wore his hair in a
different style than his brother.
"Look, I just want to apologize for how I've been treating you," he
stated, sounding sincere. Frankly, I was taken by surprise, as I
doubted he would ever lay off me. I thought maybe the effects had worn
off on him too.
"Um, thanks, apology accepted," I replied awkwardly.
"Really? I thought you'd be more mad at me after everything..."
"Why would I? You were just acting that way because of the effects of
the device. I know how that is."
"Yeah, I think they wore off of me."
"Ditto."
"Really? That's great!"
I didn't want to burst his bubble by saying that I actually felt worse,
so I just gave him a smile. He then left and I resumed laying in bed
and listening to music.
After a while, I came up with something that bugged me. Why had both
mine and Billy's effects worn off at the same time? His had been on him
for longer, so shouldn't his have worn off first. I eventually decided
that maybe it was just that different brains had the effects last for
different durations and that our reverting to normal at the same time
was just a coincidence.
I suppose it didn't matter though. The how and why weren't so much
important as the results. I still felt very uncomfortable in the body
and when Billy was in the room, I felt very self-conscious. I was
seriously beginning to doubt that I could live life in that body and
function.
I had almost ended my life a couple of times due to this situation and
I knew how serious this feeling was. I promised myself that I needed to
give it time first. I needed to try to cope as I was and if I couldn't,
I could end it all later.
Early in the evening, Tom came back by and asked if he could come in
and talk to me. I still didn't want to be seen, but I decided if I was
going to cope I'd have to get used to it, so I let him in. The two of
us sat down on my bed in a bit of awkward silence for a few minutes.
"So, I hear you aren't doing so hot." Tom said after a while, sounding
concerned.
"Yeah." I said quietly.
"I always thought if you got back to normal, you would have an easier
time coping." he said, sounding more like he was thinking out loud than
actually talking to me.
"Me too." was all I could manage to say.
"So what is it exactly that's wrong with it?" he asked, sounding a
little irritated. I wondered if he thought I liked being girlish, if
maybe he thought I was gay or something. It made me feel more self-
conscious.
"It's just that it's so weird." I tried to explain, "The little girl
part of the change I think is what made me cope with just being in this
body and having to wear these clothes. I'm not so sure I CAN cope
without it."
"Do you think you would be better if you still had that, you know, girl
part of the thing in place?" he asked, seeming like he had something in
mind.
"I honestly don't know. If it's the only way I can cope, then probably.
Without it, I'm not sure I can..."
"Alright. See ya later, Jason," he said, getting up to leave.
It was the first time in a while that somebody had called me Jason. I
had actually gotten used to answering to Stephanie. It scared me in
some way I couldn't quite put my finger on.
It had been a long day and I had had a lot on my mind. I decided that
it was time to just put all that aside for the moment and fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling even weirder than I had the morning
before. I felt the same feeling of wearing not so gender appropriate
clothes, but in a completely different way. Rather than the pinkness of
the pants being the problem, it was the pants themselves that were the
problem. I didn't feel comfortable wearing something... masculine.
I focused on my body, trying to feel the same feeling of being out of
place in it I had the day before, but it was gone. It felt completely
natural.
I tried to ignore these feelings, but they were too strong. I couldn't
take the clothes anymore and after just a minute or two took them off
and dug through my closet for something new to wear. I considered the
black pants, my last pair of pants, but couldn't bring myself too wear
them. Instead I gravitated toward a dark blue dress that I found
hanging in the closet. I put it on, feeling more comfortable in it.
I saw myself in my mirror and saw that my hair was a mess and couldn't
stand the idea of it staying messy. I brushed it for a while until it
was completely straightened out. I wanted to style it into something
different, but didn't know how, so I just kept it as was.
Then it hit me exactly what I was thinking. I thought about it and
realized that I wanted to be a girl, wanted to be feminine. I felt like
I was betraying myself, giving in. While having my old male thoughts
back put me at odds with my body, at least I was content with who I was
inside. Now it was the opposite and the internal conflict was far worse
than the other one had ever been.
I tried to focus my thoughts, try to realign them with my old male way
of thinking. When I thought about being a boy, having a penis and being
attracted to girls, I felt sick to my stomach. After forcing the
thoughts on my mind for a few moments more, I had to run to the
bathroom to vomit.
I felt girlier than I ever had before. I couldn't imagine thinking like
a guy or being a guy anymore. My mind screamed that I needed to regain
my old feelings, my old way of thought, but I couldn't comply. It was
like I was two completely opposite people in one body and the person
who shouldn't be in charge had seized the wheel. Before hand I had been
a guy who could cope with being a girl, now I was a girl who used to be
a boy and I hated it.
The internal conflict, the torment, all of it became too much. I began
to cry. I needed to cry, it felt natural and I hated myself for it. I
went back to my room and laid face down in bed. The tears kept coming
and as each one left my eyes I felt a little more self-spite.
"Steph, honey, are you okay?" I heard Mrs. Taylor say from outside the
door.
"No," I sniffled.
I wanted to confide in her, to tell her everything. I thought of her
like a mother, like she could make everything better. I hated wanting
to let somebody else help me.
"What's the matter?" she asked as she sat down on the side of my bed
and patted me on the back.
"It's worse. It's all worse," I said between sobs, "It's the opposite
of yesterday, but worse. I'm torn, I want to be somebody I can't stand
the idea of being. I feel like I'm turning into something that I
shouldn't become. I can't become that person with out giving up
everything I've ever been."
What happened next surprised me. Mrs. Taylor began to cry and said
something that I never expected her to say.
"I'm sorry honey, it's my fault. It's all my fault," she stated, "Tom,
he fixed the device. We decided to turn you and Billy back to normal,
but then you didn't take it well, so we decided to try to redo the
little girl change again, but I think we overdid it. Since the kids all
overdid their changes, we decided that they probably made you as girly
as they could and we did too..."
The whole story shocked me. They had fixed the device and they hadn't
told me. They had messed with my head behind my back and now I was more
screwed up than ever. I knew they were trying to help, but I felt
somehow betrayed.
"I'm sorry," was all she said as she picked me up and hugged me. I
couldn't stay mad at her. Her apology was too sincere and I understood
what she was trying to do, but it didn't make me feel any better.
"So what now?" I asked as my tears began to subside.
"I don't know," was all she said, seeming to give a lot of thought on
the subject.
She insisted that I eat breakfast that morning, since I hadn't eaten at
all the day before. Tom seemed to have gone. He probably left after the
change was done. I suppose that explained the conversation from the day
before...
The day droned on, the conflict within me not really subsiding. I still
felt like I was becoming something I didn't want to become. It wasn't
being a girl that bothered me; it was becoming a super girly girl. I
needed to maintain some shred of my old self and I couldn't with what I
was becoming.
Then late in the day Mrs. Taylor approached me with the device and an
offer. She had spoken with Robin and found out what she had set it to
when my changes had occurred.
I was afraid of the device like nothing I had ever been afraid of
before. It had done things to my life that I hadn't thought possible,
none of them good. Now my only reprieve from the torment of my soul was
found in that little mechanism. In the end, my choices were to tear
myself apart or put all my faith in the little device from hell. I
chose the latter.
As the weird feeling that was always a result of having the device used
on you began to subside, I began to feel better. The dress I wore felt
weird in that it was a dress and I wasn't used to wearing them, but
there was no embarrassment in being seen in it. I thought of wearing
pants and other male clothes and that didn't bother me either.
"How do you feel?" Mrs. Taylor asked.
"Best I have all weekend," I told her with a smile. She reciprocated
and hugged me tight.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder if I should have stayed as my old self
and tried to cope or more femininely and tried to get over my self
loathing. In the end though, going back to the middle ground was
probably the one path that could truly lead me to peace, with both my
physical and mental self.
To be continued...
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