Cindy

by Jean M. Chambers

 

Part 1 - The Trouble With Twins

 

Cindy was beautiful, the kind of girl most guys would die for. I was one of them. She wore her Platinum Blonde hair in a short page. Her blue eyes and pouty red lips made her look like a doll. She always wore stylish clothes. Not trendy, just stylish, and she never wore jeans. Occasionally she would wear dress slacks and a blouse. Her blouses were always very feminine. Even when we played tennis she wore tennis dresses. Cindy was sophisticated.

Cindy liked it smooth. Skin, that is. One night she asked me if I would shave my body smooth for her, except my head. She said she liked her men with smooth bodies and long hair, and I was her man. Not wanting to jeopardize our relationship in any way, I did as she asked. It wasn't a big deal at the time. I figured it wouldn't hurt anything. Like I said, I would do anything for her. A few days later she complained about the stubble on my arms and legs being scratchy when we made love. Even when I shaved close she said I was scratchy. Cindy suggested I have the hair lasered off, including my scratchy beard, that way my skin would be permanently smooth. Not having to shave my face or any other part of my body ever again was fine with me, so I took her suggestion and had it done. She was right. I didn't miss shaving.

We were the same height and size, five-eight and slim. Our friends said we could pass as twins, especially after having my beard removed. Cindy thought it would be cute if we wore matching hairstyles, like some couples do. I resisted, but after a little prodding I consented. She made an appointment for us with her hair dresser, Lynn, an old friend of hers for the next morning. Taking off from work was not a problem. I'm an independent computer consultant and was between jobs anyway. The next day we went to have our hair done.

At the salon we followed Lynn to the back where she sat us side by side. I told Lynn I wasn't too sure about having my hair done.

"Don't worry honey, when I'm done you'll be as pretty as Cindy."

She laughed and Cindy giggled as Lynn laid my chair back.

"Funny, very funny" I grinned up at her.

She looked at Cindy.

"You want it exactly the same, right?"

"Exactly" smiled Cindy.

"Okay, then. First, we'll wash it, then cut and style it."

She rinsed and towel dried it, then coated my hair with a cream and covered it with a plastic cap. Lynn did the same for Cindy. After twenty minutes she rinsed our hair out and toweled it dry. We moved to two other chairs to have our hair cut and styled. Cindy's hair only needed a trim. I had let mine grow long because Cindy said she liked men with long hair. Fifteen minutes later my hair was cut into a Page like Cindy's. Lynn used curling iron to curl the ends under and finished it off with hair spray.

Lynn held up a mirror for me examine my new do. I grabbed the mirror from her hand and jumped out of the chair. Cindy was staring back at me from the mirror. It wasn't actually Cindy, it was really me, but now I looked just like her, except with fuller eyebrows and no makeup. Now we really did look like twins.

"Cindy! I didn't want my hair colored."

"Tom, last night we agreed to wear matching hair styles. That means color too. You aren't backing out now, are you?"

I could tell she was upset. That is the last thing I wanted to do.

"No, hon, certainly not. It's just that... well, guys don't wear Platinum blonde hair."

"Oh, try it for a week or two. If it really makes you uncomfortable, Lynn will dye it back."

She pouted. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was a cute hair do.

"Okay. But, just for you. If it was for anyone else I wouldn't."

Cindy smiled ear to ear. She reached into her purse and pulled a small box out, then handed it to Lynn.

"In that case I have a present for you. Sit down."

I sat back down. Lynn opened the box to show me it's contents. There were two, one caret diamond earrings in it. They matched the two that Lynn always wore. She looked me straight in the eyes.

"I love you, Tom." she said, leaning close and kissing me lightly on the lips.

I melted on the spot. Lynn quickly pierced my ears and inserted the diamonds. She held up the mirror again. The diamonds were beautiful. Now we really looked like twins, but that was okay if it made Cindy happy.

A man passed us on the sidewalk as we walked towards our car.

"Ladies" he nodded, as he passed.

I stopped in my tracks and spun around.

"Why you..." I started after him.

He hadn't heard me and kept on walking. Cindy grabbed my arm.

"Tom! That is no way to act. He just mistook you, that's all. He didn't mean anything. It was actually a compliment, if you think about it."

"Compliment?" I spat, "I'm a guy, not a girl."

"So, what? What does it matter?. Are you saying I'm not pretty?" she asked angrily.

"No, it's just that... well I..."

"Am I so unpleasant looking that you wouldn't want to look like me?" she demanded, with her hands on her hips."

"I'm not saying..."

"Okay, then! All that matters is that I like the way you look now." she looked at me with mischievous, blue eyes, "I think you're cute and we should go home and celebrate the new you."

I understood her meaning instantly and let the issue drop. She did have a point. I certainly wasn't ugly by any stretch of the word. It was just that men aren't supposed to be pretty. They are supposed to look manly.

"What about my clients? No one will hire a man that looks like a girl. I won't be able to get any jobs."

"That is easy to fix. Turn around." she said. Cindy pulled my hair back into a pony tail and parted my hair in the middle. "Now you look like a typical computer programmer."

She was right. I looked like a young computer techie. They all wore their hair in a similar fashion. I let the issue drop and settled for being a cute programmer.

We made passionate love after we got home. The best we had ever had. Afterwards, she lay tucked under my arm, drawing Ss on my smooth chest with her finger tip.

"You realize don't you," I said, "that we really look like twins now."

"Yes. Neat, hunh?"

"I mean the sister kind of twins." I laughed, "Dress us alike and we'd look like twin sisters".

The thought was out of my mouth before I realized I had said it out loud. Cindy sat bolt, upright.

"I hadn't thought of that." she said, her mind obviously working in overtime, "That would be so cool! I've always wanted a sister to hang around with. A twin sister would even be cooler!"

She jumped out of bed, ran to her dresser and dug through her drawer. She threw several items onto the bed."

"Now hold on there. I..." I started, but she cut me off.

"Put those on" she said with a big smile on her face and a crazy look in her eyes, then disappeared into her closet. I sat up on the bed and looked at what she had tossed there. A matching bra and panty set with a pair of beige pantyhose.

"You're nuts if you think I'm going to wear your clothes."

She looked at me with her big puppy dog, blue eyes.

"C'mon. Please? It'll be fun. No one will know. Pretend its Halloween. For me? Please?"

"Awe, what the hell." I conceded, "I guess it wouldn't hurt."

I slipped her nylon/lycra briefs on after tucking my maleness between my legs and slipped my arms into the bra and hooked it behind my back. It was snug, but not uncomfortable. Then I pulled on the pantyhose like I watched her do a thousand times. They were snug and made my legs feel silky against each other. I wouldn't admit it to her, but they felt good. Just wearing her lingerie was turning me on. Cindy had pulled a black skirt suit out of the closet. It had a knee length skirt with a side slit and a short waist jacket that flared out at the hips. It was one of her favorites. She tossed the jacket on the bed and handed me the skirt. I stepped into it, buttoned the back and zipped it up. I reached for the jacket, but she stopped me.

"I can tell you don't know anything about being a girl. First we have to do a little makeup."

"Makeup? I don't need any makeup. I thought you wanted me to try your clothes on. You didn't say anything about makeup."

"No girl would get dressed without putting on her makeup. Besides, a little won't hurt you. I want to see the complete picture."

"Okay. Alright. I guess a little wouldn't hurt."

She kissed me on the lips, then sat me down on the bed.

"No, it won't, but this may, a little."

She started to pluck my brows and I pushed her gently away.

"Whoa there. I think you're getting a little carried away, don't you?"

"I'm not going to pluck them all, I'm just going to trim them a little. They are a little bushy you know."

I looked her dead in the eye and she smiled back with a pleading look on her face.

"Oh, what the hell. Go ahead. Have your fun."

It took her fifteen minutes to finish my brows. She stood back and smiled, then went to work applying makeup. Cindy smeared beige foundation on my face and blended it. Then put dark gray eye shadow on my eye lids, followed by eye and brow liner, mascara, blush, and lipstick. My face didn't feel any different with the makeup on, except my lips. The lipstick made them feel slick and gooey. I liked the sensation. Besides it tasted good too.

She stood me up when she was finished and I slipped her jacket on, buttoning it at the waist. Cindy sat me back down on the bed and tossed a pair of black patent four inch pumps at me to put on, which I did. The pumps were snug and pinched my toes a little, but they were bearable. She told me to wait while she got dressed and quickly slipped into a similar, black, skirt suit and quickly made up her face.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"For what?"

"To see the hot looking twins."

"Sure" I said reluctantly.

Cindy pulled me from the bed and over to our long dressing mirror, which until then, she hadn't let me see myself in. We stood close together. I was stunned. We looked identical, from head to toe. Her breasts were a little larger, but that was the only difference. It was like looking at two well dressed, twin, business women. I struck a pose, moving my leg so the side slit would expose it more. It was unbelievable. My own reflection was turning me on. I looked like the kind of classy woman that normally caught my eye and turned my head at the mall.

"Hi, sis" Cindy smiled at me from in the mirror.

I played along, imitating her voice the best I could.

"Hello, your self. It's been a long time since your last visit."

"Yes, it has, hasn't it. We've a lot of catching up to do, don't we?"

"Yes we do, sis. And shopping. Lots of shopping. It'll be just like old times."

"What say we walk across the street to 'LaFloura' and have a nice chat over a drink?"

"My, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Lets do."

We both laughed. Neither of us could get over how identical we looked. Then Cindy's eyes got that crazy look in them again. She grabbed hold of my arm.

"Lets play a trick on the door man downstairs."

"What kind of trick?" I asked.

"You know. The deja vu kind of trick." she quickly rummaged through her closet, pulling out one of her spare purses and throwing some odds and ends in it. "You go down stairs and out through the lobby past the doorman. Be sure to smile at him. He has the hots for me, you know. In two minutes I'll go downstairs and do the same thing. We'll meet across the street in the 'LaFlora' lounge and have a drink. Then we'll come back here, through the lobby again, doing the same thing. He'll think he is losing his mind!"

I laughed at the thought. It was a great idea, but I wasn't going anywhere dressed like a woman, especially wearing heels and a skirt suit. Cindy saw my hesitation and pulled me by the arm to the front door, opened it, and pushed me into the hall. I caught the purse she tossed at me. Then she slammed and locked the door. I could hear her giggling on the other side. There was no way I could unlock it to get back in. My keys were lying on the kitchen table. I knocked urgently on the door.

"Cindy!" I whispered hoarsely, "Open up! C'mon! A joke is a joke, now open up and let me in."

"I told you," she laughed, "I'll meet you across the street in a few minutes. Now get going."

"Cindy!" I whispered hoarsely again.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked through the door, "The longer you stand there the more chance a neighbor will see you."

She started giggling uncontrollably. I should have stopped it before it started. Then the elevator dinged. My heart jumped into my throat. The elevator doors opened. It was my neighbors, Jill and Bob, from two doors down. If they recognized me as Tom I would be the laughing stock of the building. I was on the verge of panic when it occurred to me that I should just act like I was Cindy. If I acted like I was in a hurry I could just rush past them. So, with Cindy's purse on my shoulder, I headed straight towards them. They saw me coming. They smiled. I smiled back and kept walking. It was difficult in the heels, but I managed to move smoothly. We were almost face to face.

"Hi, Cindy. Where you headed?" That was Jill the chatter box.

"Oh, just across the street." I imitated Jill as closely as I could, "I'm meeting my sister for a cocktail."

"At 'LaFlora'?" Bob asked, "Say, that sounds good. You don't mind if we join you, do you? You could introduce us to your sister. We'd love to meet her. That is, if we wouldn't be intruding, of course."

"Oh, I don't think..." I started, but was cut off by Jill.

"Of course we wouldn't be intruding, dear." she said to Bob, "Besides, I'd love to meet Cindy's sister too."

"Well, I'm in kind of a hurry" I said, my heart pounding in my chest, "I'm already late."

"That's okay with us, we didn't have anything planned for tonight. We'll walk over with you."

My mind raced. What should I do? I wanted to run, but there was no where to run.

"Shall we?" asked Bob, holding up his arm for me to take. Jill was holding his other arm and smiling.

"Fine. Lets go then" was all I could think to say.

Resignedly, I put my arm through his and we headed towards the elevator. One minute I was a happy male, enjoying sex with a beautiful lady in my own apartment. The next I was standing in an elevator looking exactly like the beautiful lady I had just made love to, in a skirt, heels, and makeup, holding a man's arm in the elevator. I suddenly felt naked. My exposed legs felt bare, probably because, except for the thin pantyhose, they were. My privates felt exposed too. Skirts don't have a crotch like pants. They are just open on the bottom. It was all a new experience for me. I never realized just how susceptible a skirt could make a person feel. Thank God it wasn't one of Cindy's shorter outfits. During the ride down to the lobby, Jill prattled on about what they had been doing lately. I just squinted at her occasionally, nodded, smiled, and repeated, "Un, hunh. Un, hunh." She was a talker. The elevator stopped and we stepped out into the lobby.

Jill was wearing high heeled pumps like me. Our shoes clicked loudly on the polished, marble, lobby floor. The sound was deafening and strange, especially knowing that my shoes were one of the pair doing the clicking. And yet, I thought, it was neat too. The door man saw us coming , stepped out from behind his desk and escorted us to the front door.

"Evening, Jill, Cindy, Bob. Out for the evening?"

"Just across the street for a drink is all." said Bob, "We're meeting Cindy's sister."

"Oh, you have a sister, do you, Cindy?" he smiled at me, "Is she single?"

I heard the word yes come out of my mouth.

"Well, then. I'd love to meet her, especially if she is even half as pretty as yourself. Maybe later tonight when you return, since I guess she'll be staying with you and Tom."

"Oh." I replied, alarms going off in my head, "Tom is out of town for a few weeks on business and... Candy, yes, Candy is staying with me."

"Fine, fine. Well, tell her I said hello, then, and Tom too, when you hear from him. Have a good evening, folks."

He held the lobby door for us. We all told him thanks as we stepped out into the street. The evening's summer heat hit us like a wave. I couldn't believe I had told the doorman the things I had. My mouth acted like it had a mind of its own. Tom, out of town. Sister Candy, staying with Cindy.

It was hard keeping up with Jill and Bob, but managed, only because Bob was half pulling me. I quickly appreciated Jill's skill for walking so quick and elegantly in heels and slim skirt. She made it look so easy and sexy. The lounge was busy as usual. I spotted many smartly dressed business women milling around, socializing. Most were very pretty. They usually came here to socialize with friends after work before heading home for the evening. One glanced my way to check me out and I smiled at her. She showed no reaction and quickly looked away. Another young lady checked me out and I smiled at her too. Again, no reaction. Normally, I would at least get a smile. It was strange. A voice pulled me from my reverie.

"Ma'am? Ma'am?" she asked.

I looked at her blankly and looked around for the person she was addressing.

"Ma'am. Could you please follow me? Your friends are waiting" she stared directly at me.

I had momentarily forgotten that I now looked just like Cindy. Of course the ladies wouldn't be interested in me. To them, I was just another painted female out socializing. I blushed profusely. The hostess led me to our table. Jill and Bob were prattling about their vacation they just came back from. I nodded a lot and tried to look interested while occasionally tugging my skirt down. Showing my legs from the upper thigh down was something I definitely wasn't used to. Twenty minutes later entered the restaurant. I grabbed my purse, excused myself, and went to meet her.

"Hi, sis!" Cindy grinned, then whispered, "How does it feel to be a lady about town?"

"Where have you been? Do you know what has happened? Where have you been?" I whispered hoarsely back through clenched teeth.

She just smiled.

"Relax. You look just like me. Which means you look great, by the way. And, don't be surprised if you get the evil eye from other girls. Girls are competitive that way."

I continued, "Jill and Bob passed me in the hall on the way down. They wanted to join me... I mean you, for a drink! They are right over there, waiting." We both looked across the room. Bob and Jill both waved. We waved back. "I told them I was meeting my... your sister, Candy for a drink. The nosey, sons of... they insisted on joining us... you, I mean. What do we do? They asked where Tom was and I told them he was away on business for a few weeks and Candy was staying while he was gone. I told them I, rather you, had a sore throat, because I don't really sound like you. I can't be you!"

"Why not? You look exactly like me."

"Because, I'm not you!"

Cindy shoved her purse into my arms and took mine.

"You are now! Thanks to your quick witlessness, you have to be. You already told them you had a sore throat. I'll just be Candy, that's all. We'll have a drink, then tell them we have to leave." She smiled at me, "Did you know you have killer legs and that skirt fits your ass nicely?"

I brushed off her leg comment and escorted her to our. They stared back and forth at us in amazement. Jill looked at Candy.

"Cindy, you didn't tell us you were twins!"

Candy smiled as she slid into the booth seat facing them.

"I'm Candy, she's Cindy."

Beneath the table, Candy placed her hand on my knee and slowly slid it up my nylon clad inner thigh. It felt incredibly sensous and sent shivers through my body. I had to push her hand away. Jill looked at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." she giggled, "I've never actually met twins before and you two are..."

"Yes, we know," laughed Candy, "identical sisters."

Again she slid her hand along my inner thigh, gently pushing my skirt up and touching my manhood. I jumped slightly and pushed her hand away again. Jill and Bob pretended not to notice, if they did. Candy looked at me with amusement in her eyes. She did most of the talking. I just bid my time and listened, throwing in a comment here and there.

"So," Bob said, "I've got some good news, Cindy. The President of our company has a new Executive Secretary starting for him on Monday."

I stared at him blankly, "And?"

"Guess who got hired for the job?"

"Who?"

"You guessed it. You! Congratulations. I passed him the resume' you gave me a few weeks ago and he was impressed. It pays very well too I might add."

He smiled at me like a Cheshire cat. I felt instantly ill. Executive Secretary? Job? I couldn't be a Secretary for a living, prancing around in heels and skirts. I wasn't even female!

"Oh Cindy," Candy said excitedly, "That is wonderful! You know what this means, don't you? This means we'll have to go shopping. A girl can't start a new job without new outfits. It would be a sin. Some new shoes are required too."

"I... I... I don't know what to say" I stammered, trying to think of a way out of the growing mess.

"Why there is nothing to say. Everything has all been arranged." he reached into his inner suit coat pocket and withdrew a paper. "Just sign the employment contract on the line, here."

He handed me a pen, pointed to a line on the paper, and waited. I looked at Candy.

"Go ahead, sis! What are you waiting for. You've waited for this opportunity for a long time."

The world suddenly felt like it was in slow motion. I looked down at the contract and signed on the line, while Candy stroked my exposed thigh beneath the table, as a man would do a woman. Bob put the pen and paper back into his pocket.

"Lets have another round to celebrate."

Fifteen minutes later I handed our waitress Cindy's credit card. She returned with our check a short time later. I signed Cindy's name on it and passed it back. We excused ourselves, saying we had an appointment. People checked us out as we walked through the restaurant.

"Look! Twins." I heard a man at a table announce to his buddies as we passed.

Twins indeed. I thought. I couldn't wait to get back home and out of Cindy's clothes. The pantyhose were making my legs tired and the bra was cutting into me.

The door man opened the front door for us, grinning from ear. His eyes lingered on our legs long enough to make me uncomfortable.

"Okay, I give up." Frank, the doorman said, "Which one is Cindy?"

"She is." said Candy, pointing to me, "I'm Candy and we're twins."

Candy extended her hand for him to take.

"Pleased to meet you, er..."

"Frank, my name is Frank" he blurted.

"... Frank. Cindy has mentioned you more than once, I assure you." she said seductively, "The problem with twins is, you are never really sure which one you are talking to."

She slid me a sly, mischievious smile. I wanted to kick her in the shin, but that wouldn't look too lady like, what with me in heels and short skirt.

"The pleasure is all mine, Candy."

He almost drooled on Candy's hand. How repulsive, I thought, to have a man fawn over you like that. I told him we had to go and stepped into a waiting elevator. Candy laughed hysterically when we got back into the apartment. She thought the whole twin sister thing was such a hoot.

There was only one thing on my mind, getting out of her heels and suit. She followed me to the bedroom and fell onto the bed, still laughing. I slid the closet door open to reveal and empty closet. My mind reeled from confusion, wondering where my clothes were.

"My clothes! Where are my clothes, Cindy?"

"I'm Candy. Remember. You're Cindy and your clothes are where they have always been, in the other bedroom's closet."

"Cindy!" I yelled, "This has gone far enough. Now where are all of my clothes? That is what took you so long getting to the restraint, wasn't it? You took them."

"Burned them, actually. Right down the garbage incinerator chute. I want you to be my sister for a while, after all, you did tell everyone that Tom has gone away for a few weeks."

"No, Cindy. This is done. I'm not doing this. I don't want to dress, look, and certainly not, live as a woman!"

"Why not? Is it so bad being the spitting image of me? You would be surprised what a pretty girl can get with just a smile."

She giggled, which just made me angry. I made a threatening motion at her with my fist. Her demeanor changed instantly. She jumped up off the bed. Threatening her had been a big mistake. If she had been kidding before, she wasn't now.

"Hit me? You threaten to hit me?. Maybe beat me up? Well I've got news for you, mister." she put her finger in my face, "You told everyone you were Cindy. That is impersonation. That is illegal. You used my credit card and signed my signature, as Cindy, in the restraint to pay the bill. That is illegal. Then you signed a contract as me, agreeing to work as an Executive Secretary. That is illegal. And guess what, mister? That is exactly what you are going to do."

She stood with her hands on her hips and our noses almost touching. I had backed up against the bedroom wall. I started to laugh nervously.

"You're joking. Right?" I laughed again. "Work as you, Cindy, an Executive Secretary. Hah, hah! That is pretty funny. You really had me going there for a moment, Cindy."

"Candy, remember? And I wasn't joking. In fact, you are going to live as me, for as long as I want you to. If you have any other ideas, think again. The police would be very interested in how you stole my credit card, impersonated me, and forged my signature. I wonder how a pretty boy like you would be treated in jail? Hell, the way you look, they might even send you to the lady's penitentiary."

She poked me in the chest with her finger to get her point across. I couldn't believe what she was saying. It was insane. Me, a man, take her identity. Live as her. Work as a Secretary.

"Now, sister." She emphasized sister. "Get those shoes back on those prettily little feet. Cindy is going to get her nails done. Have you ever worn two inch nails? No? Well, you're in for a lesson on how difficult life can be when you are a pretty lady, because Cindy likes long nails. "

She displayed her two inch, red nails to me and smiled. They were one of the small things that initially drew him to Candy, something I had long taken for granted.

"Besides," she added with a smirk, "you want to look pretty when you start your new job next Monday, don't you, Cindy?" Candy stormed out of the bedroom, laughing.

 

 

 

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