South of the Border, Part 10 (Mexican Twin Sisters TFTG)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt

When a group of college students go south of the border to Mexico for spring break, best friends Angus and Jared decide to party a little too hard. Their insensitivity to local custom annoys a local bruja, who decides to transform them into a pair of Mexican twin sisters who can’t even understand English anymore. They can only turn back if they help her with the household chores, but things take an unexpected turn for all three.

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Part 10: Separate Ways

It took some time to come down from the revelation. It had been so damn obvious, how had they not seen it? But then they had not really been women all that long. Just long enough, of course, for Josefina to get pregnant and to start showing signs. She couldn’t have been more than a month or so along. They had only been with Marco and Miguel in that way for a little over six weeks. But something had clearly taken root inside her.

“Mierda,” Josefina said for seemingly the hundredth time. She took a deep breath, causing her large breasts to rise and fall slowly in her tight top. Angus blinked a little as he looked at them. Now that he had regained his manhood, his attraction to women had also returned. While Josefina was his best friend, he couldn’t help but feel a little . . . weird about it all. Hard to look away, but at the same time still viewing this woman of an obviously different race as his sister. His hermana.

“I think I’ve still got some Spanish in my head,” he said, wincing.

“Si,” Maria said, passing him a tea. “That’ll be the case for a long while, possibly forever. You’ve been trapped in those forms and minds for weeks, which means a portion has seeped into your soul. Don’t be surprised if little aspects of being a rather fine Mexican woman stays with you. Trust me though, it’s not that bad!”

She gave a lighthearted chuckle, but it was clear that the kind bruja was trying to make him feel better. He wasn’t the one that needed the most comforting, though. Josefina was still Josefina, and now would be for life. Her new identity was as a young, busty, sexy Mexican woman with wide baby making hips - hips that had very much made a baby. Or at least were going to.

It was several hours after the revelation that Josefina would never be Jared again. She had cried her eyes out, her pregnancy hormones mixing with her female hormones mixing with her general agitation, and it was only after Maria coaxed her into the shower to clean herself up and feel better that things had calmed down. She was still swearing and muttering to herself, speaking in broken English to Angus, but she was also looking down at her body with an expression that Angus could have sworn was something approaching awe. She occasionally put her hand on her bare midriff and whispered Marco’s name in her cute accent.

“Marco,” she said in Spanish. “I’m having Marco’s baby.”

She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from smiling. It was insane. It was all kinds of wrong. But a small, female part of her was glad that it was his, at least. In fact, she imagined what his response would be at telling him. Would she abort? Was there a point? Maria had already told her that doing so wouldn’t change matters as they were. Of course, she didn’t want to become a mother either, and had no idea what Marco would think about becoming a padre. Would he hate her for this? For not being careful with her body? But he wasn’t a hateful man. No, he was a soft, sensitive soul.

“I don’t know what to do,” she confided to Maria.

Maria gave a light shrug. “That’s your choice, young one. I can’t decide for you, I’m sorry. But perhaps your gentleman has a right to know. The decision is yours whether you keep that little life growing in you, but I think it would be best for him to at least be aware.”

She nodded. “Of course. I have to tell him. I want . . . I want to see him anyway.”

She wanted his comfort. It was great to see that Angus was back, even if there was now partly a language barrier between them: her inglesa was still quite basic, stilted, and thickly accented. He had checked himself over in the bathroom several times, clearly relieved, and it was odd to look at him. He was quite attractive, but like with him to her, she was now seeing him as her hermano. Her brother. Even if he was pretty hot, with his strong muscle and the like.

Not hot like Marco though. She wanted to be with him. To comfort her.

“I need see Marco,” she said in broken English to Angus.

Angus was surprised. “Really? Don’t you want to go to a centre.”

She shrugged, indicating she couldn’t understand him.

“An abortion? No more baby. Get rid of baby.”
She circled her arms around her middle, looking suddenly quite vulnerable. “N-no. Not like that. I don’t . . . I don’t know how to say it. Need Marco. He help me. Miguel too but mostly Marco. You see Miguel again?”

Angus was hit by a wave of something that took him a moment to decipher. Maria was still in the room - it was her house after all - and she raised her eyebrow, curious about his reaction. He had assumed that becoming a man again would make him no longer view Miguel in any special way, but in truth the notion of seeing him again had a powerful magnetic draw. A light heat lit up inside him, a warmth that spread to his chest and made him feel slightly gooey inside. He thought of Miguel’s passion, his witty charm, his self-confident smirk. The way he had touched her.

No. Not her. He was a him now, and he would remain as such. He shook the thoughts away, though they lingered for a time.

“I won’t see him,” he said, only to soften. “But I can drive you to him, and you can . . . tell him that I had to leave. Amarissa, I mean.”

He had to explain it a few times to Josefina, and Maria had to translate in the end. During that time, she worked as a go-between when it came to deciding what would happen next for Josefina. The poor forever-woman had no idea. She had never anticipated staying in that body forever, or becoming a mother, but she would also be in denial if she claimed she hadn’t at least imagined being Josefina longer, even a lot longer. She’d had such discussions on the way to Maria’s that very day, for instance. Now though, it was daunting. She was an illegal Spanish woman in Connecticut, undocumented and with child. Her prospects were slim.

“I can help you with my magic as best as I can,” Maria explained to her, “but first you need to decide what path you wish to take. First you need to talk to your man.”

The conversation had kept circling to that point, and it couldn’t be put off any longer. It was late afternoon, and Marco and Miguel would be wondering where they were. Already, Angus had gotten a few messages from Miguel on his burner phone. It took a lot of willpower not to feel a well of emotion when looking at them, even if he could no longer read them.

“Let’s go,” he said in the end. “You can go say your goodbye to Marco.”

Josefina nodded. Even if she hadn’t managed to figure out the words in inglesa, she would have understood.

***

Angus waited in the car somewhat impatiently. He knew this talk was going to be a while, but he had no idea it was going to be this long. He had a good view of the hotel room that Miguel and Marco had booked, and though the curtains were partly drawn he could see Josefina pressed against Marco, crying her tears out as he held her. It was a deeply romantic hold, and again he felt that jealousy, particularly when Miguel paced back and forth with an impatience that matched his own. The older brother was troubled, and working pragmatically to find a solution: Angus knew him well enough to figure that out. Meanwhile, Marco took Josefina to the couch so that they were just a little out of view except when she or he stood up to think or hold one another.

“Hurry up, Josefina. Jared. Whatever I have to think of you as. Rapida! I mean, quickly! Ugh, it would be easier if I actually understood the stupid Spanish slipping out of me.”

He caught eye on Miguel again, and once more his curiosity was aroused. He really did look handsome, particularly when he peeked outside the window and stared forlornly, clearly looking for Amarissa and hoping she was walking in from out of the street.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Angus breathed. He clenched his eyes. “Not my love. Fuck. Jesus, I need to get away and go back to being me.”

A less obnoxious, more respectful him, of course. He’d learned too much about being a woman to ever truly go back to his love-’em-and-leave-’em ways, but at least it would be a changed version of him. A matured one, perhaps.

Finally, just as he was about to impatiently figure out a way to contact Josefina, she emerged out onto the street.

“I tell him I go for breath fresh air,” she said.

“I think I understand. Jared. Josefina, are you ready to go?”

Josefina bit her lip. She held herself, inadvertently pushing her large breasts up. It made Angus briefly long to have those wonderful, bouncing weights on his chest again. When Miguel had licked his big, sensitive nipples and groped his tits . . .

“What is it?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

Josefina shifted her feet, looked backwards, forwards, then repeated the motion.

“I will stay,” she said.

“What? What!”

“Si, I stay. Stay with Marco. We will . . . we are going to keep it. Keep the baby.”

Angus blinked. “You’re fucking kidding me, Josie. This is madness. It’s all the curse doing this.”

“No, it is me! I want to . . . it’s Marco’s baby. I’m scared. But Marco so kind and good man and will support me. Maria will help and Miguel too. I can’t go back, Angus. Can’t go back so must forward and have baby and be mother though scary. Ugh, cannot say it. Words too hard.”

Angus took a deep breath. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Josie, I can’t let you do that.”

“You no stop me. My choice. You said. I - I don’t want another way. Want to be with Marco. He is best thing happen to me. No inglesa to explain. He is mi amor.”

My love. Even Angus knew that one in his recently Anglicised mind. His former twin sister had tears in her eyes. She wiped them, but was actually smiling as she spoke of Marco. God, it made Angus even more frustrated, but he wasn’t so stupid as to think he could control this outcome.

“What will you do? I can’t stick around. I have to go back home.”

She nodded sadly. “Si, I know. We go separate ways. Have to - different people now.” She laughed at the literalism of it. “Different people, ha!”

Angus snorted. Again, that damn well of emotion. He had to get out of here. “We have to stay in touch,” he said. “Keep my phone number. Don’t lose it. I’ll work something out. Find a way to change you back.”

But she just shook her head. “Don’t want to. This me now. I will be woman and be with Marco. I . . . it make me happy, Angus. It does! Scared but am happy.”

Angus had no idea what to do, so he just fell silent. They stayed there, outside the car on the side of the street for several minutes, both taking in the horrible truth: their lives were in different directions now. Totally different directions. She was going to be a mother: the notion that his best friend turned twin sister was going to give birth in less than nine months just did his head in. Of course, he thought, looking up at the apartment window and seeing Miguel’s shadow pass by, it could have been him. The thought of it made him feel . . . weird.

“I have to leave,” he said suddenly. “I’m sorry. But if I stay longer I’m not going to lose the curse. Need to go, leave curse behind.”

He said the last part slowly, and Josefina nodded in understanding, though fresh tears formed. She leapt into a hug with Angus, and he returned it. They held each other as friends and siblings for a while, and then Josefina pulled back.

“Gracias,” she said. “For everything.”

Then she slowly turned, looking back at him several times, and walked back into the hotel. Back to Marco. She didn’t want to say goodbye to her best friend, but at that moment she needed her lover. Her baby daddy. Angus watched her embrace him again in the apartment, his view of them barely able to make out their shadows. Marco was holding her, whispering something as she cried against him, soothing her even if he didn’t truly understand all that she was going through. He got in his car and took off. He looked back just in time to see Miguel stick his head out, forlornly looking for Amarissa without any hope.

“I’m really very sorry, mi amor,” Angus said to himself.

He hit the gas. He needed to get home and put all of this behind him, pronto.

To Be Continued . . .