Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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"Hello Stephanie," said a familiar voice that seemed to emanate from
everywhere at once. I stared around my surroundings, and in all
directions all I could see was an endless expansion of white. Above,
below, and to all sides of me there was absolutely nothing.
"Who's there?" I squeaked out, frightened by this unexpected
predicament.
"Don't you even remember your old voice," the voice replied, this time
the sound coming from directly behind me.
I spun around and saw standing before me a tall teenage boy. He had
short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a kind smile. He was dressed in
a pair of cargo pants and an old blue tee-shirt. It took me no time to
realize who it was. It was me, or at least it was who I used to be.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I stammered, finding it difficult to find
the words.
"I'm Jason, you, in a manner of speaking. And you're asleep, though I'm
not entirely sure this is what you could consider a dream," Jason
explained.
"I'm not Jason anymore... I'm Stephanie," I stated bluntly.
"I know, and that's why I'm here. I have a lot to say and I don't know
how much time I have to say it, so please hear me out, alright?" he
said, sounding a little sad.
"Alright..." I murmured, not really knowing what to make of anything
that was going on.
"Okay. I'll start off by better explaining who, or what, exactly I am.
Do you remember when the device first returned you to normal after
Robin's changes to you?" Jason asked.
"Uh huh," I replied, not really knowing what he was getting at.
"Well, did you ever wonder how the device knew what your 'default
settings' were?" he further inquired.
"No, not really," I told him.
"Well, it's like this. Humans only use like 10% of their brains. As
thus, you, like everybody else, have 90% going to waste. Now, whoever
made the device decided to make use of it by storing back up data
there. Do you understand?" he asked me.
"I think so..." I replied, kind of getting a basic grasp of what he was
getting at. I still very much was feeling the effects of my mental
capacity being reduced by my last encounter with the device.
"Well, that's how I was made. By the time you were done, almost all of
your old self was backed up there. So much so that I had all the pieces
necessary to, in essence, become sentient, to become aware. I'm
basically your old self," he further explained.
"Wow, I didn't know Mom changed me that much," I told him, somewhat
awed by the fact.
"I imagine you didn't. Based on everything about me, I think the last
time the device was used you lost more than just some knowledge. I
think Mrs. Taylor may have redone most of your personality, even your
memories. I mean, can you even tell me your old dad's name, or your old
address?"
"Yea, um....,"
"I didn't think so. You couldn't, because all that information is in me
now...I know all that, so that means you had to forget it," he further
elaborated.
"What does all this mean?" I asked, starting to get worried about what
this other person inside of me wanted.
"I'm getting to that. Now, while I am most of the parts that made you
you, I'm not really a separate person. I'm still a part of you.
Furthermore, almost everything about you know is an illusion. You
aren't really as effeminate, as youthful, or frankly as stupid as you
believe yourself to be and are currently inclined to behave. Basically
what I'm saying is that I'm your real traits."
"And what does that have to do with anything?"
"Basically this, I'm a part of you that's become separated, and I'm
irresistibly drawn to become a part of you again. Now that I'm
sentient, I can...and will assert myself over your new traits. You will
become me again...."
"What!? But I don't want to! I like being me! I'm happy! I like being a
little girl now! Why can't you just let me stay this way!?" I screamed
at him, starting to cry.
"Look, I'm sorry. If I had any say in the matter, I would let you stay
like that, but it's out of my hands. It's a miracle I've been able to
restrain myself from doing it for this long. I imagine I only have a
minute or two until I can't restrain myself any longer..." he
explained.
"So why are you telling me all this!? Why did you have to tell me about
what Mom did? Or about why this is happening?" I asked him, very
distraughtly.
"Because you have a right to know. If I didn't bring you here and tell
you all this, you'd have just woken up and been your old self and never
had the clues that I had to figure out why. I basically knew that it
would drive me...you crazy," he calmly explained.
"So what, am I going to wake up tomorrow and be completely like I was
before? Am I going to be unable to cope with being a girl? Am I going
to try to kill myself again?" I asked softly, still crying a bit but
getting myself under control.
"I hope not. Don't forget, you still have the experiences of the last
couple of months as a girl. Maybe with all that you'll have been
through enough that you'll be accustomed to being Stephanie, at least
enough so that you can go on with your life..." he stated.
It was then that his image started to flicker. It was like he was a
hologram, and the power was starting to fail. He was flickering in and
out and beginning to fade away.
"It's started," he said bluntly, "I don't know what's going to happen
next. Before the device has always been around to regulate restoration,
but now your brain is just kind of winging it. I'll try to make it go
as smoothly as possible, but I really can't say I know what'll happen
next. It could kill you."
And with that declaration the world began to fade to black and all
thought ended.
I woke up with a horrible headache. Actually horrible would be an
understatement. Picture a migraine times ten in compilation with a
hammer repeatedly beating your skull. I looked around and saw I was in
a hospital room. How long had I been out?
I took survey of myself and got my first clue when I saw that my casts
were gone. It had to have been at least 3-4 weeks. I guess the whole
imposing of consciousness hadn't gone as smoothly as one might have
hoped. At least I wasn't dead.
I had the usual I.V. along with a few other tubes in one place or
another, and a bunch of wires attached to my head that seemed to lead
to a rather large machine. I guess they were monitoring brain waves or
something weird like that.
I wondered what I should do next. I considered hitting the button on
the bed to call the nurse and tell them I was awake, but decided to
take a few moments first to get my bearings and figure out what the
hell I was going to do.
What should I do? I mean, the plan to just live the life of a normal
nine year old was pretty much out the window, what with my intelligence
and other less little-girly traits back. I ended up deciding that
trying to live like that probably wasn't for the best, anyway. After
all, like my dream alter ego had pointed out, this was the real me.
I decided that my only course of action was to just tell the truth, to
say that I was restored, and to go on with my life the best I could. I
mean, hell, but the time I reached that conclusion I'd been awake for
nearly twenty minutes, and I still hadn't had any of the awkward
feeling I had gotten the last time I was my normal self. Maybe I had
adapted enough so that at least I could stand being in that body.
Oh well, enough epiphanies for one moment I figured. It looked to be
about 6 am, so I figured that the hospital's daytime staff would be
getting in, soon if not yet. I decided it was time to tell the world
that I was awake.
I hit the call a nurse button, and had only to wait about 30 seconds to
a minute before a nurse was in.
"Good morning," I said with a smirk, not really being able to think of
a better ice breaker.
"Hey, how you feeling sweetie?" the nurse asked me.
"If you could get the invisible guy to stop beating my head with a
hammer, I'd be pretty good. Though I suppose some aspirin would have
the same effect," I jokingly replied.
"Sure, no problem, I'll be back in a moment," the nurse said as she
left the room. She was back a moment later with a couple aspirin and a
glass of water, both of which I was more than happy to down.
"So do you have any questions?" she asked me.
"Well, it's obvious I'm in the hospital. Based on my casts being gone
I'd say I've been out for about three or four weeks..."
"Three," the nurse interrupted.
"Cool. Well, I'm guessing I'm here because I've been out for so long,
which I guess only leaves one obvious question, why?" I concluded. I
already knew why of course, but I was curious about what the medical
profession thought was going on.
"Well, you seemed to have slipped back into your coma. The weird part
though was your brain waves though. Parts of your brain that don't
normally work were working, and the parts that normally work were going
haywire. How do you feel, mentally?"
"Normal, I guess," I told her. I suppose the diagnosis was basically
what I should have expected.
"Well, your doctor should be getting in in about twenty minutes, and we
already called your mom so she should be on her way. You just get some
rest right now, you have a long day ahead of you," she stated.
With that the nurse left the room and I was basically left with my
thoughts again. I wondered how Mom would react to my being back to
normal. Of course, that thought made me notice that I was thinking of
her as my mother more or less now, a state of mind I had thought was
because of the device's changes. I suppose she had been in that roll in
my life for long enough that that's just what I though of her as now.
The doctor was in about twenty minutes later just as the nurse said he
would be. He was a nice older guy who seemed a bit surprised by how
well I was taking everything. I suppose the fact that I knew what was
going on and that quite frankly this sort of thing was becoming
standard was the reason for all of that.
"So how long am I going to be in here?" I finally asked.
"Well, from what we can tell everything looks to be back to normal. We
want to run a few more tests, but if everything checks out, you could
be out as soon as a day or two," he replied.
I liked the idea of being out of there, after all I'd spent enough time
in the hospital over the last couple weeks that I could stand to get
the hell out.
After a few more questions the doctor left and I was left to myself for
a whole of about ten seconds. Right after he left Tom came into the
room. He looked a bit tired, which made sense because normally he
wouldn't be up anywhere near that early in the morning.
"So how you feeling shortly?" he asked me with a sarcastic grin.
"Oh how times have changed that you could possibly call me short," I
retorted, making reference to how my 6' 2" old self towered over his 5'
8" body.
"Heh, yup, they sure have changed, not that you would know, what with
your sleeping through most of it," he jested.
"Well duh, you need a lot of beauty sleep to look this good," I
responded.
"Hah, you keep telling yourself that. I do have to say, though, you're
not quite what I expected," Tom cryptically stated.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Well, from what Mom told me, I expected you to talk more like, you
know, a kid. You sound like your old self to me..." he explained.
"Long story short, that went to hell. I'm back to my old self again," I
told him, which seemed to perplex him. I told him about my dream and
about how all my mental facilities seemed to be back to work in it's
aftermath.
"Wow, that's really trippy," he stated.
"Yea, tell me about it. Where's Mom anyway?" I asked him.
"Last I saw she was trying to get the kids all up and dressed and crap.
I just drove over here when she called, so she should be a little bit
longer," he explained.
"Ah, that makes sense. Actually, wait a minute, since when do you
drive?" I asked.
"Oh, I got my license about a week ago," he replied.
"Ah, cool, I'll be sure to mooch rides off you."
"Yea, that's what I want to do, drive my little sister around."
"Consider it payback. Besides, mentally I'm still older than you, and
for the most part a guy, so most of the places I want to go you want to
go."
"Yea, and most of those places either won't let you in, or you'd just
look awkward in."
"Yea, I guess you're right..." I replied, a bit depressed by his point.
"Bleh, not that it matters anyway. We mostly ogled the chicks in most
of those places anyway, which leads to an obvious question. Which way
do you swing now?" he asked trying to change the subject.
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm nine, at least physically.
Hormones and pheromones and crap like that aren't exactly working yet,
so at the moment I'm not into chicks or guys. I'll worry about that
come puberty." I explained.
"Good answer. Last thing I wanted to have to worry about was a sexually
promiscuous nine year old," he jokingly said.
"Do I even want to know what you two are talking about," asked Mom as
she came into the room, being trailed by Robin.
"Short answer, no. Long answer, nooooooo," I replied.
"Hey, Mom, can I talk to you for a second outside?" Tom asked Mom.
"Um, sure, be right back, Steph," she told me.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," I replied.
"So, how're you feeling?" Robin asked after Mom and Tom left.
"Well, a bit of a headache, but otherwise okay. I might as well be
preemptive with this bit of info and inform you that every mental
change ever done to me by the device is officially out the window," I
told her bluntly.
"How did that happen," she asked, about as perplexed as I expected she
would be.
"Long story short, my default settings achieved sentience and didn't
like taking the back seat," I explained.
"That's...um....wow."
"Yup, that's pretty much how Tom responded."
"So...um, you're completely your old self then?" she inquired.
"For the most part. I've still been living as a freaking nine year old
girl for months now, and that's bound to change a guy. I'm not going to
flip out over this body if that's what you're getting at," I told her.
"Well, that's good. So what do you think you'll do about school and
stuff now that you're back to normal?" she asked.
"Well, I guess I'll try to push for getting stuck in advanced classes
rather than getting pushed ahead in grades. Hopefully that works out at
least to the point where I'll still go to school with Jessica and
them," I replied.
"Oh, damn, that's right, you wouldn't have heard..." Robin trailed off.
"What wouldn't I have heard?" I asked.
"Jessica, her mom got a transfer and she moved away like two weeks
ago..."
"What!? Are you serious!?" I nearly shouted.
"Yea, I'm sorry," Robin replied.
"Well, great, there goes anything resembling a social life I may have
had. Oh well, I guess I'll just go into isolationist mode..."
"Oh, c'mon, you'll make other friends," Robin said trying to make me
feel better.
"Heh, yup, befriending nine year olds, exactly my area of expertise. I
mean, c'mon, between the whole smart thing and the general awkwardness
of just being there, I'll be lucky if I don't become a bully magnet.
Making friends is a bit of an unrealistic goal."
"You are aware most nerds have friends too..." she stated jokingly.
"I suppose, but still, trying to build a social life from nearly
nothing isn't exactly going to help the situation much."
"No, I guess not, but you'll be fine, trust me," she said with a smile.
"Oh well. What are Mom and Tom talking about out there?" I asked.
"Good question, I'll go check it out, be back in a sec," she said as
she left the room. A moment later the whole trio returned.
"And what were you two off talking about?" I asked Mom and Tom.
"I figured I'd save you from having to repeat what happened and just
explained it to Mom," Tom replied.
"Ahh, it all makes sense now," I stated.
"So how do you feel?" Mom asked.
"Head hurts a bit still, but otherwise I'd say I'm doing pretty good,"
I told her.
"Well, that's good," Mom said.
From there Mom and I rehashed the conversation Robin and I had already
had about what to do about school. The final decision was that I'd just
take the tests and we'd work it out from there.
"Hey, what the hell happened with Jack's trial thing, I slept right
through it," I asked when we were wrapping up the whole school thing.
"Oh, right, well, he got expelled obviously, though I suppose the trial
doesn't have a whole lot to do with that. He was found guilty, though
as you know his dad had really good lawyers, so he got off fairly
light. Mostly community service and probation. We did get a restraining
order though, so you shouldn't have to worry about him from now on,"
Mom explained, seeming a bit worried about how I would feel about
Jack's sentence.
"Well, I wish he'd of gotten some jail time, but oh well, I guess I can
deal with those results," I stated.
"Pardon me," the nurse said as she came into the room, "we need to take
Stephanie down to run a few tests."
"Oh, okay, I need to go pick up the twins from Mom's place anyway," Mom
replied, "We'll be back by later, okay hon?"
"Alright, see ya guys later," I replied as the three of the left.
From there I had a day of those ever so fun tests and random visits
from the family. Luckily all my tests came out well and the doctors
decided I could go back the next day, though they said to bring me back
in if I had headaches or anything. They decided to keep me overnight
just to be safe though.
By the time the day was over, I was so exhausted I had no trouble
falling asleep.
To be continued...
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