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Twins Part 5 - Junior year
(Alex finds that boy's clothes don't fit him well anymore, he switches to
a regular bra, goes to a Yoga class with Allison, his mother moves in with
her boyfriend, he has to find an apartment of his own and begins using the
name 'Alexis'.)
Mom was not pleased when I told her how much money I needed for clothes at
the beginning of my Junior year. I was, like, "Mom, I can't help it if I'm
a growing boy. That's normal." What I didn't tell her was that, yeah, I
was growing, but not so much in height as in weight. I don't think that
I've added more than about an inch in height over the past three or four
years - leaving me at five feet, four inches, just about the same height
as Allison. But in the same period I've gained about ten pounds, bringing
me up to around 125. The thing is, all of that weight gain has been below
my waist, in my hips and rear end and thighs. The result is that other
than a few of my shirts and sweaters and jackets and stuff like that,
almost none of my jeans or boy's shorts fit me now - the only ones that
fit me pretty well are the shorts I bought from Victoria's Secret in the
spring. I guess I was a little surprised that Mom hadn't noticed for she's
never been shy about criticizing me, but then I realized that it was
probably because of her new boyfriend. I've never met the guy other than
to say "hello" or "hi" whenever he comes to pick her up at the house. I
guess he seems like a nice enough guy but Mom sure spends most of her free
time going out with him, or talking with him on her cellphone - so, I
haven't been getting a lot of attention from her lately - which is okay
with me.
Okay, so I really embarrassed myself at school a couple of days ago. I
hadn't been paying attention to the time while Allison and I were eating
lunch in the cafeteria and when the 30-second warning bell rang I realized
that I still had to go to my locker and pick up some books and then make
it to the classroom which was almost on the other side of the school. So I
jumped up from the table and ran out of the cafeteria, heading to my
locker. As I'm running through the hallway, dodging the other kids, I
realized that I was getting a lot of stares and several of the kids were
looking at me and snickering. It wasn't till I'd gotten my books and was
running to the classroom when I ran past the office and saw my reflection
in the large glass windows. Oh man, the size of my tits was clearly
evident through the top I had put on that morning, now that by itself
wasn't too bad, but what was worse was the way that the sports bra wasn't
doing much of a job in restraining them and they're bouncing up and down
and flopping all over as I'm running through the hallway. So here I am,
running through the hallway, with my almost-unrestrained tits bouncing and
flopping all over under my top and putting on a real "show" for the other
kids.
So, Allison and I were talking on our cells that night and she was kidding
me a little about what had happened at school that day:
"I hear you were showing off your 'assets' a little too much today?"
"Yeah? Well that stupid sports bra sure wasn't helping much."
"Well, you're big enough now that you should really be wearing a regular
bra for better support."
I was silent for a moment, thinking about what she had just said before I
came back, "Uh, like, you really think so?"
"Hey, it's either that or you're going to have the boys staring at your
breasts bouncing around on your chest all the time."
So that's why Allison and I ended up in the Women's Wear section of a
store several days later - looking at bras. Now, I've got to admit that I
was, like, clueless about what size and style to pick out. But Allison
took charge and picked out a couple of different sizes in a fairly plain,
tan colored style, and led me into the changing room to try them on. We
ended up finding out that in that particular style, that a 36C fit me
pretty well - which surprised both of us because that was the same size
that Allison was wearing. The only problem was that the sports bra had
been fairly easy to put on and adjust but the regular bra needed to have
both the shoulder straps and the back adjusted. And then there were these
hooks that had to be snapped on the back, and Allison had to show me how
to "adjust" my tits in the cups to make them comfortable. So, here we are
in the changing room and I'm standing in front of Allison, totally exposed
from the waist up and she's touching my breasts and after a minute or so I
was getting pretty turned on and my nipples were getting all hard and
Allison was breathing a little faster and I could tell that she was
getting kinda excited too. And all of a sudden we've got our arms around
each other and we're, like, kissing and rubbing our hands over each
other's body and breathing really hard, gasping almost, and I don't know
what would have happened if we hadn't heard someone giggling from the
changing room next to us and we realized that with the open top of the
room, that whoever was in the next room could hear us making out, so
Allison and I pulled away from each other, and we both blushed really,
really bright red, and giggled ourselves a little.
After the first couple of days of wearing a regular bra, the additional
support that it provided got to feel natural and I did like the way it
kept me from bouncing around the way the sports bra had done. But
sometimes Allison can get a little carried away - like, a couple of weeks
after I'd bought my first bra, she handed me a small box from Victoria's
Secret. "So, like, what's this," I asked.
"Oh, just a little surprise for you," and she giggled a little. So I
opened the box and it was another bra - it was tan and looked kinda like
my other bras - till I held it up and saw that it had a hole in each cup
where my nipples would be.
"Like, what's the point of having holes in it?" I asked.
"Try it on and I think you'll get the idea."
So I pulled it on and adjusted it till it fit and it didn't feel, like,
any different than my regular bras - well, except that you could see my
nipples.
"Now, put your top back on," Allison said.
So I pulled my top back on and immediately noticed that it felt way
different to have my nipples rubbing against the inside of my top and
after a few seconds they responded by getting hard and sticking out. So
here I am - you could not only see the shape of my tits through my top -
but now my nipples are poking out through the top - and I'm, like, "Oh My
Gosh! I can't wear this outside of the house."
And Allison's, like, "Maybe not, but you can wear it when we're alone,
can't you?" And she comes over and gives me a big kiss and rubs my nipples
a little.
Allison called me up on Saturday morning and asked me if I'd like to go to
her Yoga class with her that afternoon. I was kinda bored so I just said
that yeah, I'd come. When I got over to her house that afternoon and she
opened the door, she just took one look at me and said, "Oh Alex, you
can't go to Yoga class dressed like that!"
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" I asked, looking down at the
shorts and top I had put on that morning.
"Oh! You guys have no concept of clothing at all. Come on up to my room. I
think I've got an extra 'tard that'll fit you."
Tard? What the heck is a Tard? But I followed Allison up to her room and
she rummaged around in her closet and pulled out two things that looked a
little like girl's swimsuits. And then she went over to her dresser and
pulled out what looked like long stockings. "Okay," she said, "strip down
to your underwear and pull on the pantyhose, and then I'll help you into
your leotard."
Pantyhose? Leotard? Oh man, this was getting kinda strange but I stripped
down to my underwear and after a lot of fumbling around managed to get
into the white pantyhose she had handed me. Actually, compared to the
pantyhose, the purple leotard she had given me was almost easy to put on
and Allison hardly had to help me at all.
"See how that wasn't too bad after all," Allison said as she put on her
own white pantyhose and a dark blue leotard. I looked in the mirror and
wow, was that a way different look! Like, both the pantyhose and the
leotard were form fitting and they made my tits and rounded rear end
really noticeable. I wasn't sure that I wanted to go out in public,
dressed like that, but Allison threw a couple of towels into her gym bag
and we headed off to the Yoga class. As we walked into the room the
instructor looked at us and said to Allison, "Why Allison, you never told
me you had a twin sister. Where have you been keeping her all this time?"
"Alexis isn't really my sister, she's a first cousin, but everybody tells
us that we look a lot alike."
"Allison," I whispered to her, "what's up with telling her my name is
Alexis?"
"Alex is too much like a boy's name," she whispered back, "don't worry
about it. Just relax and enjoy the class."
Actually, once the class started I did enjoy it. The instructor turned off
the lights, leaving the room illuminated only by flickering scented
candles, and she played some soft music, and I really liked the smooth
exercises and positions that she put us through. I was kind of sad when
the hour was up and the music went off and the lights came back on and all
the other girls began packing up their stuff and leaving. "Come back again
Alexis," the instructor called out as we were leaving and I smiled and
waved at her. By the time we'd gotten back to Allison's house I was kind
of enjoying the feeling of wearing the pantyhose and the leotard and I was
disappointed when we went up to Allison's bedroom and I had to change back
into my shorts and top.
"Uh, that was kind of fun," I said, "like, you think that maybe I could go
with you again?"
"Sure, but next time you supply your own exercise clothes. I'm tired of
you wearing mine all the time and getting them all sweaty."
Mom dropped a bombshell on me in the middle of summer - she's selling the
house and moving in with her boyfriend. She gave me two options: 1) I
could come and live with the two of them, or 2) she would take some of the
money from the sale of the house and put it in a trust fund for me and I
could use the income from the trust to pay my living expenses. The choice
for me was an easy one - there was no way I was going to live with her and
her boyfriend. Over the past year he had gotten way too creepy for me. I'd
caught him looking at me a number of times, and not a quick glance, but a
"check out the merchandise" stare. And a couple of times when he was over
at our house he'd managed to "accidentally" brush up against me, and I
swear, one time he'd even rubbed his crotch against my ass. So I quickly
told Mom that I'd find an apartment of my own. Actually, I think that she
was relieved that I wouldn't be living with them - guess it gave them more
privacy, or something. Now, I didn't need a big place, it just had to be
within walking distance of the school and stores - and I ended up finding
a place in a big old house that had been divided up into apartments - it
had a kitchen/eating area, a bathroom, a good-sized living room, and a
bedroom that was pretty small but which would just barely accommodate my
bed from home. Mom let me take any of the furnishings from our house that
I wanted - even the new flat-screen TV - so there was really very little
that I had to buy.
I was lying in bed the other night and playing with myself before I went
to sleep. Well, I was trying to play with myself but I wasn't having all
that much luck. My dick is less than two inches long now and I can make it
get hard by stroking it between my thumb and forefinger, and if I play
with it long enough I can "come" and some liquid will come out, but it's
more like a dribble of clear liquid as opposed to the jets of white stuff
that I used to get. But it still feels sort of good so I still do it. But
what I've been doing more of lately is playing with my tits. It feels
really good to hold my tits in my hands and fondle them, and my nipples
are really sensitive and it feels ever so good to gently rub and tweak
them as they stiffen up and get hard.
Uh, the other thing that I've changed lately is going to the bathroom.
Because of the small size of my dick, and a couple of "accidents" lately
when it slipped out of my hand when I was standing up to pee, I've found
it less "risky" to just sit down on the toilet now whenever I have to pee.
I don't know why I did it, I guess my mind was on something else, but when
I signed the lease for the apartment I signed it "Alexis" instead of
"Alex." So now the other tenants in the building are calling me Alexis,
and Allison has even started doing it. The first couple of times that
someone called me that I wasn't even aware that they were talking to me
instead of someone else but after a couple of weeks Alexis just got to
seem more natural than Alex.
Before I signed the lease, I got the owner to agree that I could
redecorate the apartment a little. I don't know who rented it before me
but, like, the walls were painted a dark brown color, and the ceiling in
the bedroom was painted black with little white stars scattered over it.
He told me that as long as I didn't make any "structural changes," I could
do whatever I wanted. So Allison and I spent several weeks looking through
decorating magazines, trying to decide what would look the prettiest. We
kept going back and forth about what colors to use, and what fabrics to
use for the curtains, and whether the trim should be the same color as the
walls, and finally ran out of time before school started so we just
decided to let the redecorating slide a little.
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