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TWINS
THIS MORNING
She lay back as far as she could, head almost against the headboard,
back arched in regular jerks of acceptance of his need, her moistness
way past the need of lubrication; she had come so many times already, it
was impossible to know the number, exactly.
And she was well past rational thought in any case, caught in that
never-never place where pleasure is so painful that even the pain was
ecstasy. Oh this womanliness, this woman's body she was in, so perfect
in function, so luscious in appeal. It had been hers so long, the
remembrances of 'him' had long faded. Long gone. Long disappeared into
an impossible previous life.
Her man - her husband now - her lover and she had been perfectly matched
from the day they met. She had had others, but this one man, this male
person - a soul mate of the most delightful kind - had learned to match
her needs perfectly against his, being considerate and slow in the
initial phases of love making, ignoring the driving fire within himself
- ignoring the need to feed her his seed... his juices of procreation.
Then as she became aroused, be would change to a piston driver, causing
her to switch to his rhythm, and to fly to the moon, the stars, the
planets - same as he!
They most often climaxed together, and she - well, she had mastered ways
to over and over take his need, and make it her own. He was patient,
knowing his time of gratification would... come. And so they did - come
together making that sound of two as one - neither knowing where one of
them stopped nor the other began.
It hadn't always been that way.
She looked in the mirror after her bath, the bath she loved taking,
after sex, with the bubbly foaming and softening lotions - all after he
had long past left to go to work. She herself had the luxury of a home
office consultation business, reviewing contacts of a type she had once
had to originate in the real world. But here were a few free minutes
for her, still feeling the fullness in her vagina, the wonder of being
penetrated, the mystery of his loving and constant attraction to her
body, she prettied herself.
She combed her hair and reaching in the wooden box to the side of the
counter top, pulled out her favorite pair of earrings, one of a hundred
or so she and her man gleaned from the craft shows and jewelry
boutiques, that they love to frequent. He would buy her the most
beautiful things, and these particular gold and blue stone pendants set
off her nearly black hair, and her dark blue sapphire eyes.
The surgeons had not had to improve on that!
So what if her husband and she were both about the same age? He was a
silver haired, ruggedly handsome man, with the kind of eyes women fell
into, and the athletic build of a man who frequents a gym, but never
brags. And those who didn't know her history, thought he had married a
younger woman, a trophy wife. Yet he and she were an original item, and
fancied no others.
People who did know her, said she appeared 15 years younger than her
biological age.. A few knew of the Hormone Therapy Treatment, which had
been very kind to her, as it seemed to act as a sort of age-reversing
serum. He didn't mind she did not look her age, and actually was quite
proud of the fact that her ample and shapely breasts were that of a
younger woman.
Growing breast later in a person's life has that result, no years of
gravity to pull them down.
And she cupped her breasts with her slender, manicured fingers, her
luxurious ruby tipped nails slightly indenting the pale cool flesh. A
far cry from her original hands, so unkempt in the old days, But, she
knew how to manage her hands now, to keep the lotions rubbed in, to
gently flutter her hands as if they were imitating the flight of some
rare bird.
And breasts! She thought of that first moment that she realized they
were starting to bloom - to be there, really there, finally after so
many years. Nothing affirms me as much as my breasts, she mused,
well... that and one other thing...
Her vagina had taken some research to get it done exactly right. Not
everyone knew how to perfect a vagina, how to make the tucks and folds
just so, how to get the dark pink flesh color just right... depth and
flexibility are crucial, she thought. How many people like her had had
to settle for imperfection. Her man seemed to feel she was perfect. He
surely seemed intent on checking and rechecking her durability, and her
sensations, which tended to lead toward gratification, specifically the
moist emissions of her female gender. Her gynecologist was astounded
when she found out her patient's true origins.
It is such an affirmation to have a vagina... a physical manifestation
of the woman within.
Dressing casually in the beautifully coordinated blouse and Capri pants,
a type of outfit she favored - slipping on the low heeled moccasin
loafers she so loved, she ran the final comb-through of her hair and
tied it back, a sophisticated sex-kitten affair - a pony tail with a
rhinestone clip - her style! So what if no one saw - well her husband
at the end of the day would see her, but he would get an erection even
if she greeted him wearing a frumpy terry housecoat, hair in curlers -
he never tired of having her. They had made love in every room and it
seemed like on every piece of furniture that would hold the two of
them... and on some that didn't hold them, causing such a merriment,
with a sudden resumption after the fall, of love making, somehow renewed
by the folly of it all.
She loved dressing for herself, as much as for others. Especially
delightful was going out with her girlfriends decked to the max in the
apparel of the season - short skirts and revealing v-necked tops in the
spring, with maybe a light jacket - short shorts and halter tops in the
summer - and fall and winter? - she tried to wear what the fashion
magazines showed, as long as the look was classic!
But she favored her heeled shoes, pumps and spectators, open toed slings
and strappy heeled sandals. designer shoes and utilitarian, as long as
they were 3?" minimum in height. And she had her heavenly comfortable
open flats and loafers too - seemingly a hundred colors and designs,
all. The shoes in her closet were like children to her - each special
in its own way and each for its season!
Men don't know that pleasure.
And at home, she was totally without the makeup so many women used
routinely. She did not need much. She was a natural beauty, soft silky
skin and high cheekbones, a hairline of perfection, a narrow nose she
thought was a little long, but others said made her look patrician. She
should have been a model, some remarked; others called her a natural
beauty. At 6'-1" barefooted and up against the wall, she towered over
other women and most men. Yet she was seen as an elegant creature, a
perfection of proportions of figure and body, a flowing vision passing
by with her glorious long mane. Glorious hair with just the slightest
waviness... that set her apart, and frustrated all but the most
understanding hair stylists - a walking dream in the form of a woman who
knows her worth.
And it had taken years to get there.
FIFTY YEARS BEFORE
Their parents had had a strange sense of humor. Identical twins, they
had been named Robert William and William Robert. Firstborn Robert
William had not been like his brother, not in personality or
temperament. The parents had followed the 'cuteness' model and dressed
them alike for the first fifteen years of their lives. Still Robert was
definitely different.
As explained in exasperation by William Robert, it seemed the family was
taken back when the other twin, Robert William, insisted he was really a
girl. He announced "Robbie" was his preferred name and he would never
again respond to Rob or Bob, or even Robert, never again! Of course,
William, who never claimed he was really a girl, became Billie, as his
nickname
Robbie and Billie were very close, as twins often are, and there was
from the beginning a special bond all knew would last a lifetime.
Back in the days of their childhood, not one single study had been made
about children who believed themselves to be the opposite gender than
they appear. Today, it is still uncommon to the point of curiosity, but
the world is awakening to the fact that to some children, feeling that
they are in the wrong body is a very serious feeling for them... not a
phase... not a choice of lifestyle, but rather a real condition,
something that they are obviously born with. Why identical twins would
vary in this, one having the conviction 'she' was a girl, while the
other seemed content being what 'he' appeared to be, is not clear.
So their lives became very complicated.
Robby developed a rather effeminate personality, using the mannerisms
and the behavior of a girl 'her' approximate age. Billie? Billie just
wanted to be with his 'sister.' The parents of course had no patience
with this foolishness, so Robbie was forced to go underground,
pretending to be boy-like to please his parents, and of course Billie
did some of the same, except it was obvious Billie was not particularly
a feminine boy. But Billie was not a particularly masculine boy either.
They were, it seemed, a matched set, and although they had some outside
friends to a more or lesser degree, were like two sides of a coin. They
lived their lives as best they could.
And there was a secret between them.
When in private, without the world to judge them Robbie, would full
assume her girlhood role, dressing the part to the max. Billie would
play along, apparently enjoying the secret thrill of juvenile cross-
dressing. They were adept at it, and being young, when left at home,
would often spend a weekend fully as girls. Robby seemed to need the
affirmation, but Billie just wanted to please his sister.
Time passed and they became adults. The twins remained a tight pair,
like bookends, each expressing a different gender dysphoria, as it
turned out. Billie began to believe he was an episodic cross dresser,
while Robby became Roberta - at least in her mind, a woman in a male
body - grown into an adult..
Then, medical science suddenly invented transsexuality.
Billie convinced Roberta to undergo therapy under the guidance of an
experienced gender dysphoria trained psychotherapist - a Ms. Jackman,
PhD and in-you-face lesbian activist. It was the best thing Roberta
ever did, as suddenly the questions of a lifetime seemingly had an
answer. Billie, traumatized at the revelation about the transsexual
condition of his twin, also saw Ms. Jackman but in separate sessions.
Billie, to his amazement discovered he had been in denial about his
sister his entire life! And his sister, Roberta, was now a candidate
for full transition. She wanted to be a woman, fully in body, as well
as in mind and soul.
Roberta responded well to the Hormone Replacement Therapy, a combination
of estrogen and testosterone blockers. She developed the beginnings of
feminization of the body and began living as a woman full time. Ms.
Jackman granted her letter for the sexual reassignment surgery, which is
considered the cherry on top of the package. Roberta was going to have
vaginaplasty, where the penis is inverted and made into a vagina. With
the help of her brother she saved enough money for that extremely costly
surgery, made reservations and booked the flight to Thailand. Money
prevented Billie from accompanying her on the trip, so a tearful
farewell loomed.
Billie came from a bank and arrived in a separate taxi at the airport.
Roberta was there but something was wrong! Very wrong.
Roberta was crying!
Roberta had just come from a session with her priest - confessing to the
father she was not really a woman and had plans to have a sexual
reassignment surgery in the immediate future. The priest had exploded
in anger! Although Billie also had a spiritual side, it paled in
comparison to Roberta's. Billie had always felt amusement at Robbie's
unquestioning faith with Catholicism. Billie was in fact a member of a
freethinking faith in which he felt comfortable - the only time the
twins ever agreed to go their separate ways was this religious split.
It had been a long time since either had really been in a church
together. This sudden heartfelt sobbing from Roberta was terribly
unexpected and a bit disturbing!
She was backing out!
Billie's sacrificing of almost everything, and the long days of working
just to help Roberta save for her surgery, all this seems to turn and
twist in Billie's mind. Roberta was adamant, she could not defy the
Catholic Church and risk her immortal soul!
The ticket was in hand, the passport with Roberta's photo was in the
satchel Billie had brought for Roberta, along with the receipt for the
surgery and all the associated recovery time costs. Billie had even
stopped at the bank to set up a cashier's checks booklet for the
miscellaneous money that would be needed. That was in the satchel
also...
Then Willie had a thought, one person looks pretty much like the other
person when they are identical twins
BACK TO NOW
Billie decided perhaps a little lip color before beginning that
consulting work in her home office. After all her man was subject to
come home unannounced at lunch, 'afternoon delight he called it. Billie
shuddered in a passionate twinge for a second at this thought, but put
on her lipstick without a miscue. She thought of her brother - the
Catholic priest - and hoped all the rumors about pedophilia were just
made up to discredit the church.
Then she started thinking about the morning and that delicious manhood
that had so pleased her. She was glad it was a part of him... not her,
anymore.
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