This is completely a work of fiction. Any possible resemblance with people living or deceased is purely coincidential. If you will be offended easily or are under 18-years of age don’t read this article.

 

What's It To Be Alike?                by: MJHooligan                           hooligan@artic.net

 

My sister used to do some plaits and braids on my long blonde hair as we were watching TV, so I didn’t pay anymore attention when she begun to do it once more. She did it for hours and I was just watching televison. Finally she was done and I got up and thought I’d ahd a look at what she had done as I did my things in the bathroom.

I was bit surprised to notice how much we looked alike. Well, she was my twin so it was obvious we’d look alike, but so much that I myself noticed it. I went back to her and said it to her. She giggled a bit and asked if I wanted to see how close we could get. Without thinking it any further I agreed.

That evening she spent trying on me every single cloth she found from her closet. I tried them all on and we hurried to downstairs to show ourselves to mom, who also got excited by the thought of seeing her twin children becoming alike.

When it finally became time for me to go to sleep I was asked, pleaded and begged to wear panties and pyjama. I did.

In the morning I woke up late and wondered myself why I was wearing my sister’s pyjama. I sat on the edge of bed when I noticed that my toe- and fingernails had been filed and painted pink. It had happened before, actually it happened almost everytime I woke up after my sister. I sighed and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Mom and Joanna, my sister, were already there tittering and giggling like small girls. I got my cereals and sat down at the table when I was shocked by my mother:

"Johnny… would you like to get your ears pierced?"

I had had once my left ear pierced and she had freaked out and now she was asking me that. I couldn’t believe my ears.

"But…" I stuttered.

"Deal…" she said enthusiastically. "Thought you’d love the idea."

I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. When mom had that mood nothing could stop her, let alone me.

But that wasn’t everything. "Johnny…" she begun again. "We thought that as your hair is like that now why don’t you let us try on you some make-up? You don’t have to go outside and nobody will see, except us."

I gasped for air. "Come on mom! I’m a guy." I said.

"I know, but your a guy without future college if…" she begun with her favorite threat.

"Ok, ok… do everything but don’t make me go outside." I gave up. Few hours later I regretted saying that.

In the evening I stood before the full-length mirror unable to believe what I saw. My sister stood next to me and we did look alike, very alike. Alike like in every aspect. My eyebrows had been plucked to a very thin lines, as were her. My both ears had been double pierced, as were her. My hair had been dyed same auburn red as hers. And we both wore exactly the same looking dress.

One couldn’t possibly tell of us which one was which.

I copied every move my sister made, and surprised my feminizers being so girlish. My mom even addressed me as Joanna, once. After that I had to change the dress into something more comfortable. Joanna found me an old dark-blue kneelentgh skirt, white tights, and darkblue poloshirt. After I had squirmed into them I felt as fragile as I looked, but boy, was I beautiful. If I hadn’t known who the pretty-one was in the mirror I would have made some contact.

Mom and Joanna took me by the hands and dragged me to the backyard, which was now almost completely dark.

"Wait here for a while, honey."

I waited. They locked the door and I had no intention to go across the house and show my pretty me on the street. Then the lights went off in the house and I heard the door being closed, car doorsopening and closing and car leaving. I almost panicked. What was going on? I sat down on the poolside and decided to wait.

I waited for long. I waited so long that I fell asleep on the grass. When I woke up there was lights again in the house, but there were also almost all my sister’s friends. Luckily we went to different schools so none of them actually knew me, but that didn’t help me at all. I was dressed up and tired and I needed to use bathroom.

Then it happened. My sister came out and shouted at me "Janice… come here." It wasn’t my name but I knew she meant me by that. "No! There’s people." "No… come on here or we come out." I was shocked. I wasn’t prepared for this. But I needed to go to bathroom and it was inside. So in I went.

I was introduced to the people as Janice Robertson, our cousin who’d be staying all summer as I was staying with her brother. I almost stroke my sister as I hard that, they only asked me to try these clothes on. That wasn’t fair.

After a short while I managed to make it to bathroom and did my things cursing the panties and tights. Then I headed back amidst all the people who liked to invite Janice and Joanna to all kind of things, movies, parties etc.

Eventually that terrible night came to an end and I was released only to find all my male clothes being removed and being replaced by Joanna’s spare clothes. No, they weren’t hers, they were unused. I was confused.

I went to sleep in my new bright red silk pyjama which was placed on my bed.

The morning was a like waking up to a nightmare. Joanna sat by my bed and smiled mischievously. "My my… Janice. What are we going to wear today?" I closed my eyes in disbelief. All I saw was a skirt that was definately too short and a tanktop, both blue. "We’re going shopping with mom, Janice. And I thought that you’d like to join us." I didn’t but before I had said anything I noticed the note on my table. "Dad’s coming today! Keep Janice out of the house." I breathed heavily and decided that going shopping was far better than showing my dad that his son, his pride and joy looked astonishingly pretty and wore a skirt.

Before noon I had had my hair dyed again, this time back to blonde and it was now all curled up. My both ears had been pierced twice more. Joanna would have paid for a nosering but I refused. We bought clothes for me and chatted with few boys from my class, Doug and Andy. All the time I was afraid they’d recognize me but they didn’t, but they did ask us to join them and Joanna said we’d gladly do. So soon I found myself walking hand in hand with Doug, who lead us to a Ice-Cream Haven and bought us huge bowls of ice-cream, I chose strawberry-chocolate-mix, same as Joanna.

At 4 pm we headed back home escorted by my classmates to whom Joanna had explained the same thing as she had to her friends last night.

We left them at the gate and hurried in. Joanna went to her room and I went to kitchen only to see my father reading a magazine and drinking coffee. "Oh, hi Jo!" he said cheerily. I quickly assumed the role of my sister and greeted him. Then I hurried to my sister’s room and explained her what had happened. She was only laughing.

We were in her room until mom got home and discussed something with dad and after dad had left we dared to return to downstairs. Mom smiled at me as she saw my new hairstyle and all my earrings. "You look sweet honey… and dad sent you greetings. ’Real girls smile to their father’ he said and left." She said.

I was transfixed. My dad had recognized me immediately.

"But honey that was okay. He liked your new looks and asked you two visit him someday."

I got even more horrified. His new wife was at least irritatingly snobbish and I didn’t like her at all.

 

To be continued…

 

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