UPDATED Chptr 5 Becoming My Twin Sister

For those who have already read. I've added some more dialogue at the end of the chapter. I felt like Chapter 5 needed to set up the final chapter better. It's a few extra pages. Nic picks up with Mom and Lilly and they discover his secret.

Chapter 5

Simon takes me to a beauty salon around the corner from the café. I felt extremely out of place as we walked in. All the stunning young women with their perfect hair, bodies, and outfits. In comparison, I really did feel like a hairy guy in drag.

My tensions were somehow eased as Simon really took control of the situation. He really didn’t drop the ball on anything. The pronouns were perfect, every time he spoke to me. I got all the sweethearts, young ladies, beautiful, and darlings I could ever want in one lifetime. If this was what it was like to be a woman at one of these places, I could see why they love coming to them. The personal attention made me feel like a million dollars.

By the time he’d finished with me, my eyebrows were perfectly shaped, just like Lilly’s. He’d also manicured my nails and painted them the same crimson red that Lilly likes. He even had time to show me a thing or two with my makeup, how to talk, and even how to walk. He told me that Lilly has a very particular way of doing things. He showed me how.

I honestly couldn’t believe how helpful he was being. All the time he knew I was a guy, but by the end of the service and the way he was treating me, I even started feeling like I was actually a woman. It was quite an odd moment. I thought I’d feel embarrassed and disgusted with myself, but it was the complete opposite. It felt good to feel feminine.

“See, this was totally worth coming, wasn’t it?” Simon asks me as he spins me around in the chair. “I can see how happy you are. You’re smiling from ear to ear.

I blush. “Thank you so much!”

“You gotta make sure you try and keep those nails looking nice,” he tells me as he examines his handy work. “You'll soon understand the pain of chipping a nail if you don’t”

Still, I couldn’t shake this feeling, that I didn’t really deserve his help. He’s Lilly’s friend, not mine. I needed to know why he’d go out of his way to help me like this.

“Simon,” I say gently. “Why are you doing this for me?”

Standing back, he puts his hands on his hips and looks down at me like a disapproving father.

“Lilly,” he says, emphasizing my sister's name. “I do this because we are friends.” He tells me as he looks around the room, hoping everyone heard his explanation.

Not getting the answer I wanted, I pout and look off to the side.

Simon then leans in towards me, making it seem like he was checking my eyebrows. “Listen, I do like you, but I’m really doing this for Lilly.”

“Eh?” I mutter a little confused.

“I think you doing this, might be the kick up the backside Lilly needs to make herself truly happy.” He tells me as she gently touches my face.

“What do you mean to make her truly happy?” I ask as he turns his attention to me and looks at me directly.

“I can’t tell you, it’s not my place.” He says softly and quietly. “If you want to know what I’m on about, show your transformation to her.”

I scoff and break out of our eye contact. “I can’t show her this. She’d freaked out.”

Simon gently chuckles. “You might have to.”

“Nah, she’s away with work,” I insist, hoping I’d never have to show her what I look like.

“Ok, if that’s what you're hoping for,” Simon smiles.

He then stands and signals for me to get up and out of the chair. I really wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he was already ushering me out the door.

“Lilly,” he says loudly, making sure people knew that was my name. “I will see you later, I’ve got my next client in now.”

And like that, I left the store still wondering what he meant. He clearly knew something I didn’t, but I couldn’t build up the courage to go into that room full of women and confront him about it.

I decide it’s time to head back home. The day was getting on and the chill in the air was piercing straight through my thin skirt. I didn’t want my cock and balls to retreat any further than they already had.

My walk home was uneventful. I got a couple of honks from jerks in cars, but I was starting to take them as compliments to how I’d transformed myself into my beautiful sister. Arriving home, full of confidence, I knew this was going to be the first time that dad would see me like this. There was no way that old fool would realize I wasn’t Lilly. He’s so selfish, he barely takes any notice of anyone else.

As I enter, I could hear the TV going in the living room. I knew the quicker I went and spoke to him, the less worried I’d become about him seeing me. After Simon’s help, I felt so confident and feminine!

“Hi dad,” I chirp in a feminine voice as I enter the room. “How was work?”

He looks up at me really confused. My heart sank. I thought he’d sussed me out straight away. I hold my breath as I wait for him to say something.

“Lilly?” he questions very puzzledly. “I thought you and your mom had gone to the city?”

Letting out a sigh of relief, I had to come up with an explanation. I knew the old guy doesn’t pay much attention to his family. To be honest, I’m surprised mom is even still with him. It shouldn’t be too hard to lie to him.

“Me and Mom?” I ask back, pulling an overly confused expression. “No, dad. You don’t listen. Mom and Nicholas have gone to the city.”

“Oh,” he mumbles as his attention turns back to the program on the TV.

I wasn’t sure, but it seemed he brought it! I knew he wouldn’t have paid much attention. I could feel my body relaxing. My heart was starting to slow down and my confidence as Lilly building.

“So maybe you should go cook me something then.” He demands without breaking his attention from the TV.

“Sorry?” I reply

He turns to face me and growls. “Lilly, go and learn how to make your future husband happy by making me some dinner!””

My face turns a little white with rage. This is exactly the attitude from my father I’m used to, but he’s belittling me in a completely different way. Was this what he’s like with Lilly and I don’t ever see it?

“Errr,” I mumble, trying to suppress the need to argue with him. “What….do you want me to cook?”

“I don’t know Lilly!” He yells. “You’re a woman, you go work it out!”

Finding myself a little scared, I recoil back from his tongue lashing.

“Sure,” I mummer as I go to leave the room.

“You girl,” he continues shouting at me as I leave the room. “That job of yours is making you too big for your boots! You'll never find a husband if you don’t act like how a woman should!”

I could and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I knew my father was old-fashioned, but I never thought he treated Lilly like that. I knew he treated Mom like that, but to treat his daughter that way too. Wow.

He’s such a dick. Still, at least I knew my transformation was a success. He was treating me like a girl. he was treating me like Lilly. With that knowledge, I felt even more confident than before. My plan was totally fucking working and I love it!

Stepping into the kitchen, I start looking around in the usual places for something to cook him. I wasn’t a good cook, not one bit! Living in a house with a guy who believes a woman's place was in the kitchen, I didn’t get much chance to cook for myself.

Fluttering about the kitchen, my hair, and skirt dancing as I move. I decide to open the fridge as my first place to look. I see two prime cuts of steaks sitting in the meat draw.

“Perfect!” I cheer as I grab them. “I can’t go wrong with steak and chips!”

I start setting up what I need to cook for his dinner, turning the oven on, and putting the oven chips in. I also set up the pan, with some oil, which I need to cook the stakes with. Simon’s words then start ringing in my ears. He wanted me to protect how I look! After all that effort he put in, was I really going to ruin it but getting all greasy and messy from cooking?

A little buzz of excitement touches me downstairs as I come up with an idea. I needed to ensure Lilly’s clothes don’t get ruined, and I need to ensure my wig stays nice. I grab hold my Mom’s pale pink apron and wrap it around myself. I spin the cord around my waist and tie it in a bow, just like she does. Then reaching into the apron pocket, I pull out a hair tie.

“Now, how does she do this?” I mutter as I start grabbing clumps of my hair, trying to put it up.

After a few moments of struggling, I manage to tie my hair into a ponytail, leaving bangs hanging in front of my eyes, so you couldn’t tell I’m wearing a wig.

“Lilly!” I hear my father yell from the front room. “Get me a beer!”

“Pfft, what a dick,” I mumble as I reach back into the fridge for a beer can.

Needing to get the steaks cooking, I race into the living room and swiftly pass the beer to him. Only for his expression to turn sour.

“Are you stupid, girl?” He moans as snatches the beer from my hands.

I shrug. I had no idea why he was calling me stupid. He wanted a beer, so I gave him a beer.

“Fucking hell Lilly,” he yells, causing me to yet again recoil away from him. “Fucking girl! Go and get me a glass. I’m not drinking out of the can like a hillbilly.”

Muttering expletives under my breath as I stomp back into the kitchen, I was really starting to question why Mom was even with him. I was also under the impression Lilly was his golden child. Now I understand that he’s just a dick full stop, no matter who he’s talking to.

Swiping a glass from the draining board, not caring to check if it’s clean or not, I stomp back into the living room and shove the glass into his face.

“Here!” I moan.

“Thank you,” he smiles. “What are you cooking?” he asks, just like nothing had happened.

“Steak,” I reply with attitude.

“Oh, lovely.” He grins. “You’re starting to look like a proper woman with that apron on,” he adds.

Still rather pissed, I ignore his sexist comments and make my way back into the kitchen. I was really starting to find a new respect for my mother. What she must have to put up with. My god!

I finished his dinner and served it to him in the living room, in front of the TV. I didn’t want to eat anything with him, I wasn’t feeling that hungry. I also didn’t want to hang around near him, in case he’d started treating me like his own personal slave. So I made my way upstairs and laid down on my bed.

I didn’t realize how tired I was, as soon as I lay down, my eyes began to close. I didn’t fight it, I just let it happen. I honestly didn’t care if I was still wearing Mom’s apron, I just wanted some sleep.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I’m rudely woken up. Something small and heavy hits me in the stomach and I bolt upright. As my vision clears, I see my father standing in the doorway.

“Wha…?” I ask, still trying to wake up.

“You’re phones ringing,” he grumbles.

He must have just throw it at me. I search around myself on the bed and upon finding it, I look at the screen and I have several missed calls from an unknown number.

“Why are you in Nicholas’s room?” My dad then questions.

My eyes bulge, as I realize my mistake. He thinks I’m Lilly, but I’ve instinctively gone into my room.

“Errr,” I answer, trying to think of some plausible reason.

“Women,” he exclaims. “I hope you weren’t thinking of dressing as your brother to get out of doing your rightful jobs as the lady of the house, while your mom's away.”

He doesn’t give me chance to reply, he just turns and shuts the door behind him. I’m just left, sitting up in my bed, feeling rather flustered and dazed. Was that what he really thought I was doing? Maybe that’s why Lilly always liked trading places with me. To get away from his expectation of what women are.

That aside, who was this number and why are they trying to call me?

Still shaking a little, from just waking up, I get up off the bed. Not wanting to have my father question me further, l leave my room and make my way into Lilly’s bedroom. If I was going to be her, I needed to remember this was my room for the time being. It wouldn’t be my choice of decoration, but I guess it was handy having all her make-up and clothes. No games console though, that was kinda crap.

Throwing myself onto her teddy ladened bed, I swipe open my phone and check my messages. Not only did have missed calls, but I have some messages from that number too. They are from Simon. He must have gotten my number from Lilly. I hope he hasn’t just been and blabbed about today to her! I’d be so mad with him!

After reading his messages, I knew that wasn’t the case. He was very desperate for me to call him. I guess the only way I’d find out what he wanted, was to call him back. Flapping the hair from my face, I redial is his number.

“Nicholas?” Simon says as he answers with haste.

“Yeah…?” I reply as my mind starts wondering what he wants.

“Oh thank god!” he continues. “I wanted to give you the heads up! Your sister’s been fired from her job and they are heading back home right now.”

“Holy shit!” I yell, but then instantly cover my mouth.

“Right, I knew you’d be worried.”

“Why?” I ask in a panic. Knowing that this could be the end of my plan. Knowing I’d have to explain why my nails are painted, why I’m wearing a wig, and why I’m wearing Lilly’s clothes.

“She’s been fired,” he starts explaining. “I’ve only spoken to her briefly. As soon as she said he was coming home, I made my excuses to end the call, so I could call you.”

“Fuck!” I shout again. “What am I going to do!?”

“Nicholas, listen to me carefully,” He confidently insists. “You need to call them straight away and tell them your fathers has been drinking and that you will come to get them from the station.”

“What?” I blurt back in dread. “They can’t see me like this! You know that!”

“I know you’re worried,” He replies softly. “Trust me, it will be easier for you to explain this to Lilly and your mother than it would for your father to find out. Don’t you agree?”

“No way!” I yell. “They can’t see me like this! Maybe I can remove all this stuff before they get back?”

I hear Simon let out a huge sigh. “Nicholas,” he says demanding. “You better not ruin what I did for you today!”

“What choice do I have?” I swiftly reply, now almost hyperventilating.

“Whoa, calm down!” Simon answers. “Listen, I know your sister. Trust me, go and pick them up from the station and be completely honest with them. Tell them what you’ve been doing.”

“Really?” I ask trying to calm myself. “They won’t understand!”

“They will,” he quickly replies, almost interrupting me. “Look, I’m hanging up now. What would you rather, your father finding out, or your sister and mother? It’s your choice.”

Without hesitation, he does just that. The phone beeps and goes silent and I’m left worried and anxious. What do I do? I don’t want any of them to find out!

Still hanging onto the hope that I could somehow transform myself back to my normal self, I rush into my room and pack some of my clothes into a bag. I thought that if I could get to the train station quick enough. I could change back into my normal clothing before they arrived. I mean it had started getting dark anyway, maybe they wouldn’t notice how feminine I was currently looking.

I knew I still had to call them, so as I packed some clothes into a bag, I gave Lilly a call on her cell.

“Nicholas?” She answers dourly. “What do you want?”

“Hey, erm,” I say not knowing how to put it gently. “I hear you are on your way home?”

Lilly’s voice becomes a little hard to hear as she clearly speaks away from the microphone. “Mom, did you tell Nicholas about me being fired!?”

I can’t hear my mother's response, but before I know it, Lilly is huffing down her end of the phone once more.

“Yes, we are coming home.” She admits with sadness in her voice. “How did you know?”

“That doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “How far are you away and have you asked dad to come and get you yet?”

“Err, I dunno.” She replies. Maybe about thirty minutes away. No, we haven’t asked dad for a lift home yet. I’m not sure I can face him, to be honest. I’m not looking forward to the ride home, that’s for sure.”

It takes a second for me to build up the courage to answer, knowing what I was going to have to try my best to transform back into my normal self in such a small amount of time.

“Oh, ok. I will come to get you.” I heavily insist.

“If you want,” she replies with attitude. “Just don’t tell dad about me losing my job…OK!”

“I won't!” I moan back at her as I hang up the phone.

Thirty minutes away wasn’t that much time, I really don’t have time to get undressed or take off my makeup. Plus, if I change myself now and dad sees me, it's game over! I’m going to have to do what I can, once I get to the station and hope for the best!

Why on god green earth did I think I’d be able to pull this off without anyone finding out!

Grabbing for my bag, stuffed with my clothes, I start pacing down the stairs and towards the front of the house. The TV was loud, so there was no way dad would hear me leave. I knew that the quicker I leave, the quicker I can change into my normal clothes, so no real need for me to hang about.

Getting into my car, I sit at the wheel and start adjusting myself, Lilly’s long skirt, which I have on, was making it difficult to use the peddles. I didn’t have time to take it off, plus I didn’t just want to sit here in her underwear, so I pull the skirt up to my knees and tuck the excess under my legs.

“Oh Jesus,” I exclaim as I place my hands on the steering wheel and my bright red nails look back at me.

I’d put some make-up remover in my bag, thank god, but Simon is going to be mad at me when he finds out! Starting the car, I quickly pull away. I needed to get to the station and remove everything before they arrive!

It wasn’t long until I arrive at the car park. It took me about fifteen minutes. This time in the evening, most people had come back from work so the car park was mostly empty. I decided it might be worth parking as far away from the station as I possibly could. That gave me more time to get back into my normal clothing.

Turning the car off, I sit up like a meercat and survey the area. The coast was clear and I could change back with people seeing. Grabbing for my bag, I quickly unzip and start searching. I knew the first thing I needed to remove was my makeup and painted nails. My face wasn’t as easily hide as my bra and panties.

As I dive deeper into the bag, pulling out my jeans, t-shirt a panic starts to creep in. I couldn’t find the makeup remover!

“Shit shit shit!” I exclaim as I frantically keep searching.

After a minute or two, I slump into my seat, defeated. A sigh of desperation escapes my mouth.

“I’m just going to have to hide my face and hands!” I huff in defeat.

Once again checking the time on my phone, I gently remove my wig and place it neatly into my bag. Catching a glimpse of myself with short hair and a full face of makeup, I awkward chuckle. Wasn’t a sight I was used to.

Then removing my skirt, awkwardly in the limited space I had in the car, I pull up my jeans. I didn’t have time to remove any underwear, so I'm just going to have to stay with plump hips and a panty-clad bottom.

Next, I turn my attention to my top, I franticly rip it off and stuff it into my bag. I had to be quick with this one as my fake tits were out for the whole world to see. I really didn’t want Mom and Lilly to turn up at this point!

Pulling on my normal t-shirt, I let out a sigh of relief. I was starting to look somewhat like my usual self. I mean, that’s if you discount the fake tits, larger bum, wider hips, and my make-up, I looked just like my male self.

Peaking out of the window and towards the station, I check to see if anyone is coming. Once I know the coast is clear, I hop out and sprint to the trunk. I knew I had a pair of winter gloves in there. They would be perfect for hiding my nails.

Pushing the trunk lid open, causing it to squeal with force, I spot the gloves and grab for them. Then as quick as a flash, I got back into the car and put them on. My heart was racing and my breathing is very labored. What a rush this was! The idea of getting caught terrified me, but at the same time, it felt good somehow.

Letting out a huge huff, I start to allow myself to calm down. I’ve just gotta not look at them too much and everything will be fine!

Annoyingly for me, it takes another twenty minutes for them to arrive. I kept nervously looking in my rearview mirror as they approached. I could see that Lilly look a little pissed off and Mom was trying to comfort her. I wonder why lost her job?

I watch as my Mom opens the trunk. “Hello, son,” Mom chirps as she throws their luggage in. “How’s everything at home?”

“Good,” I grunt in reply as she closes the trunk with a thud.

As I answer, the passenger door swings open. Lilly throws herself in next to me. She was still wearing all of her work gear. Her tight black skirt, tights, heels, and her white blouse. Seemed a little strange that she hadn’t changed. It really got me wondering why she’d quit. I knew she didn’t like that office wear, so why keep wearing it?

Thankfully for me, she just sat and unhappily glared at her phone. She seems disinterested in me and that was fine. If she’d even taken one second to look at me she would have instantly seen my feminine-looking face. Mom then opened the door behind me.

“Right then, let's get home and I will make us all a coffee,” Mom says as winds down her window slightly.

“Wait a minute,” Lilly insists. “Nicholas, why are you wearing gloves? It’s the summertime.”

I could feel the blood rush to my head as she comments on the gloves. The panic was setting in!

“Umm, I’m cold?” I unconvincingly reply as I turn away to look out the window.

“Hmmm,” she says unimpressed by my answer. “Simon said you’ve got something to show me. I wasn’t really that interested, but now I’ve seen you wearing those gloves, I’m wondering what it is and why you're acting weird.”

“Simon?” I innocently question as I wind my window down and pretend to adjust my wing mirror.

“Yeah, Simon….my friend that you’ve been hanging around with for some reason.” She snorts. “What's going on, what do you have to show me?”

“Nothing Lilly,” I say softly as I reach down to turn the key in the ignition.

That’s when she swiftly grabs for my hand and pulls off my glove. I couldn’t do a thing about it. She was like a ninja!

“What the hell!” she giggles as she holds my hand. “Did Simon do this to you?”

“What's happening?” Mom curiously questions as she leans forward. “What are you two arguing about now?”

“Mom,” Lilly smiles and laughs. “He’s got his nails painted!”

“Really?” Mom replies confused. “Why?”

“Yeah, Nick!” Lilly asks as she reaches over and tries to grab the other glove.

“Stop it!” I exclaim as I squirm in my seat to avoid her. “Lilly stop!”

As she continued to try and wrestle the glove off me and I resist, I could feel her arm rubbing against my fake tits. I hope to God she doesn’t notice!

Just as I think that she instantly stops and slumps back in her car seat. I didn’t want to look at her but I knew she was glaring at me. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in me.

“Umm, Nicholas?” She asks slowly in a bewildered tone. “Why do you have boobs under your shirt?”

“No, I don’t,” I childishly reply as I fold my arms tight.

“Yeah, you do!” She smirks as she moves in closer.

“Your….,” she pauses as I feel her presence get closer and closer. “You’re wearing make-up too!” She giggles.

I didn’t even have a second to think of an excuse or a reason to why, before Mom gets out of the car and stands at the driver's window. She leans in and stares directly at me. Looking me up and down.

“Nic, honey,” she says softly as she reaches in a pulls the other glove off, revealing my painted nails. “What's going on? Why are you're dressed like that?”

“Yes, Nicholas!” Lilly smirks “Why are you dressed like that!? Did you not think we’d notice!”

I slump into my chair. I have no escape. Lilly to my right and Mom to my left. They are going to just let this go, are they?”

“Did Dad not see you looking like that,” Lilly laughs. “He can’t of. He’d kill you if he saw what you looked like!”

“Yes, your father can be a little pig-headed,” Mom comments as she places a comforting hand onto my shoulder.

Turning to look at Mom, she clearly holds in a smirk as she sees my made-up face.

“Nicolas,” she says between trying to choke back the need to laugh. “Are you trying to be a woman?”

“Funny,” I sarcastically reply, as her smirk becomes a grin. “Just get into the car and I will explain….OK!”

“Fine,” Mom giggled as she closes the door behind her as she gets into the back. “Enlighten us, Nicholas. Why?”

Laughing, Lilly grabs her phone and takes a snap.

“Come on Nicholas,” She smiles as she shows me the picture of me looking annoyed, dressed like a bad tranny.

“Delete that!” I yell as I try and grab her phone. We start fighting like we used to. Arms flailing around all over the place as I tussle to grab her phone.

“Lilly!” Mom yells in a motherly tone. “Let him explain or I will tell him things about you that you don’t want him to know!”

Lilly's face turns to one of horror as she looks at Mom worried. What thing doesn’t she want me to know? This just got interesting for me. Maybe it to why she lost her job?

“Fine,” she huffs as she slides down into her seat. “Go on Nicholas, tell us.”

Anxiously rubbing my face with my hand, I turn to look at their expectant faces. Well, I guess Simon did say it would help if Lilly knew. I guess no point in hiding it now!