Twin Trouble by: Amanda Walker
Part 1
Jake and Mary were 11 year old twins, obviously not identical but so alike in appearance that only their parents could tell. They generally dressed the same and their hair was in a similar style. Mary, while quite capable of dressing as a pretty girl, preferred to wear jeans and to play football and other games with her brother. Some of Jake’s friends initially thought they were brothers.
This ability to deceive gave them great fun, Mary had marched in Jake’s Cub-Scout group and played in his soccer team, no one had suspected a thing. He had on occasion tried on a skirt and dress, he joined in with her Girl Guides on one church parade and had gone around town with her in her spare school uniform.
The most fun they had was to deceive their grandparents who with failing eyesight couldn’t tell between them at anytime. They normally came around on a Saturday to allow their parents to go shopping and a few times they had swapped identities, and sometimes clothes, to confuse Gran and Grandad.
Today Mary had dressed Jake in a plain skirt and blouse, white knee socks and her school shoes. Underneath he wore a silk top and her panties, he had to admit they did feel nicer than boy things. She was wearing a pair of his smarter trousers and a casual shirt and again his school shoes. They smiled at each other and waved to their parents from their bedroom windows as they drove away. Gran & Grandad arrived soon after to find the two children watching TV. They fussed over them as grandparents love to do and children of that age hate, but they did not spot the difference. Gran cleared up the empty cups and asked Jake to go with her to the kitchen. They washed up, then sat chatting for a moment. Jake and Mary loved their grandparents and enjoyed spending time with them even though they played the tricks on them.
Grandad stuck his head around the door, said he’d see them later and set off with Mary in the car. Jake was a bit surprised, no one told them this was happening, he felt a little less confident without his sister but was intrigued to see what the day would bring.
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Mary
Mary was having similar feelings, a little uncomfortable not knowing what was in store but pleased to have her Grandad’s exclusive attention. He told her they were to have a day out together, he had some things to do first and after that he (she!) could choose what to do.
Their first stop was at the hairdressers, Mary expected to just watch but was sat down in the chair beside Grandad and the cape thrown around her shoulders. She was about to speak to the hairdresser but he told her he had his instructions and to just relax. Too late she realised as she heard and felt the trimmer and soon she had a short back and sides. Much better, said Grandad admiring his own and Mary’s cut. She, while surprised, quite liked the look and the feel of the short hairs on her neck.
He then headed into town, the now very boyish Mary in tow. They went into a gent’s outfitters and Grandad seemed to know the people there. He told the staff to find a suit for his grandson, it turned out he had worked here as a senior tailor and was looking forward to the fitting.
Mary ended up with a very smart suit new shirt and tie and some black patent shoes, they would collect the clothes later after a few small amendments were done.
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Jake
Jake was surprised at being left with his Gran but did not mind too much, he wondered where Mary and Grandad had gone and what was in store for him. Soon after the others had left his aunt told him to get a coat, he picked one of Mary’s anoraks and a taxi soon arrived. They went into a hair salon, they had been here before when out with Gran, and she always used the same stylist. Like Mary, Jake expected to just watch but was shown to a seat a cape swung around his shoulders and an assistant began to wash his hair. He quite liked the attention, it was a long time since anyone else had fussed over him like this. When the stylist arrived he was about to say what he wanted but before he could speak she said it was OK she had her instruction and began to comb and clip.
He couldn’t see what was going on, it was only when she began to wind his hair into the rollers that he realised he was getting more than he bargained for. There was no escape, not dressed like this and halfway through a hairstyling so he sat still and let it happen. Unfamiliar smelling sprays were applied then he was put under a dryer and given a teen magazine to read. After the stylist combed and teased his hair she finally showed him the result. His hair was a mass of curls, a neat manageable style with flecks of highlight, he barely recognised himself. His Gran came over thanked the stylist and gave her a tip, telling her that was just what the young lady’s mother had wanted.
Jake went to get his coat but Gran led him to another part of the salon and sat him down in another chair. Another shorter cape went on and a girl began to cleanse his face while another started to manicure his nails. Why fight it he thought, and lay back with his eyes closed. He did not feel the alcohol on his earlobes and did not at first associate the click of the stud gun with himself. Only when they stared to sting did he realise he now had pierced ears. The manicurist had finished shaping and was now painting on a coat of clear varnish. The beautician applied very light foundation, a little colour to his cheeks and eyelids and a pale pink lipstick followed by a gloss.
Now when he looked at the reflection he certainly did not recognise himself, he had seen Mary try makeup but she never put it on as well as this, his hands looked so feminine, the image made his clothes look dowdy.
Much better said his Gran now for some better clothes for tonight.
Tonight? What was happening tonight, wondered Jake?
They paid and left the salon, Gran set off towards a large department store. Jake expected to be taken to the dress department which would have been bad enough but they were headed for lingerie. Gran talked with the assistant and Jake was taken into the changing area. Gran spoke to the lady in charge, pointing out how little ‘Mary’ had up top and could something be done?
Jake, blushing red, had to remove his blouse and chemise for the measurement something that wouldn’t normally bother a boy. The adults agreed ‘she’ needed a bra with a little ‘something’ and in no time Jake was wearing a AA padded bra that scooped up what little he had and gave the impression of development. The bra was a new experience, Mary didn’t have any yet, Jake had got there first! He was amused to see how the fledgling breasts pushed out the chemise and blouse and as he looked in the mirror the girl was becoming even more defined. They took the opportunity to buy some hosiery, several pairs in fact, including a particularly expensive design that shimmered in the lights. Jake had removed his socks and was wearing his first ever pair, the feeling was exquisite.
They agreed it was time for some lunch and used the café at the store, Jake decided to abandon his usual pie and chips in favour of something more ladylike and had a salad. His Gran was pleased to see the improvement in the behaviour and appearance of her vision of her granddaughter.
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Mary
The next stop was a sports shop where Grandad bought a scarf in the colours of Madchester the local soccer team, he was planning to take his grandson to the match this afternoon. Afterwards they bought sandwiches and ate them in the park. A group of boys were playing and after realising Mary was watching encouraged her to join in while he rested. Mary had completely forgotten about being a girl and gave as good as she got, her Grandad was most impressed.
The went to the match and there was no sign that this was anything other than a Grandfather and his grandson enjoying the game. Afterwards they returned to collect the adjusted suit and the went home.
Mary thought of Jake as she rode home, what would he think of her new haircut?
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Jake
They were now in the dress department, the feel of the tights as the skirt moved about them was wonderful to Jake. Now he was being shown a selection of party dresses far finer than any his sister possessed herself, all he had worn before were loose summer dresses or a blouse and skirt. Now he was zipped into a form fitting creation that showed off his new charms and sculpted his waist, when the assistant brought some shoes in a matching colour with a 2 inch heel he was in heaven. The neckline was a respectable height but showed off his new breasts, the hemline 3 inch above the knee showed off his lovely legs now emphasised by the heels.
He was about to replace his old skirt when his Gran said no and had him try on another more sensible day dress and another pair of matching shoes. She decided they were just right and said to wear them now.
Thus Jake returned home in a taxi clutching many bags and wondering what on earth Mary would think of his new look.
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Together
Mary rushed out into the hall as she heard her brother and Gran return. She stood absolutely still in amazement at the feminised figure before her. Jake looked more girl than she ever had.
Jake saw Mary and the look on her face as he struggled through the door with all the bags. He was almost as shocked as his sister at the person before him. Mary was wearing the replica kit and had had the short haircut. She appeared to be a regular boy.
They both knew they had a problem.
End of Part 1
To be continued
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