Becoming My Twin Sister Chapter 4 Complete & Updated

Updated & completed Chapter 4

Chapter 5 will move onto after Nick has had his nails done etc, returning home to his father (still being Lilly) He will pretend to be her with no issues, until he gets a call that Lilly/mom is returning home. Nick must go to action to save his plan. 

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For the rest of my first morning, transformed into a clone of Lilly, I studied some biology textbooks to help me brush up for my interview. I had done biology at school and done pretty well at it, but I’d never gone any further in my education. Sadly, I fell into the wrong crowd. One thing led to another and I ended up stealing that car. I guess today was a transformation in more than one way. Not only was I transforming my gender and my identity, but I was also transforming away from my troubled self and into the new me. What a twist of fate that the ‘new’ me, is a girl!

So far it had been a very productive day. My transformation and preparation, for the interview, are going very well. I was feeling good! I was evening starting to get used to my new transformed look. I thought it would take months to get used to having long hair, tits, and wearing skirts, but by the end of the morning, I was starting to feel normal.

The feel of my skirt wafting and waving around as I moved felt great! I loved how light and airy everything felt down there! I was also finding having long hair fun. Brushing it out of my face and flipping it around, like a supermodel, was extremely enjoyable. Surprisingly, I only found my long hair irritating was when I was trying to read. The wig kept falling into my face. After a quick internet search on hair-up styles, I soon had that sorted!

The extra weight on my chest, which was extremely noticeable when learning over, was my main concern. I knew I would start having to move and hold my body differently. This was my newest challenge. Moving my body like a woman. I needed grace and fluidity to my movement. I needed to start walking with my hips and stop swaying my shoulders. Standing lose and free and frankly a little camp. All the things society frowned upon in men. I had to push through everything I’d learned and start being feminine.

Coming to that conclusion was what pushed me into my next plan. I had to go outside and be seen like this! On the plus side, it’s a lovely day. The sun is shining and it's warm, so no reason to change my outfit. Grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet I stand at the front door, ready to face the world as a girl.

“Something does feel right!” I say out loud as I look for a pocket to hold my keys, wallet, and phone. “Ah, I see…. This is why women have bags”

I rush upstairs and into Lilly’s room. I needed a purse and a handbag.

I rummage around in her closet for a little while before finding a huge box full of things.

“Oh, my!” I exclaim with a judgemental tone. “Why does she need so bloody many?”

Brushing the hair out of my eyes, I pick out a small black purse and a tanned leather handbag.

“Lilly,” I comment as pick them out and close the closet door behind me. “I think we need to have an intervention. There are far too many bags here!”

Spending a few moments transferring the contents of my wallet into the empty purse I’d borrowed, I then drop it and my phone into the handbag. It felt kinda empty. I mean I had no idea what I needed, it just felt empty for a woman's bag.

“Maybe I should chuck some tampons in or something?” I question as I look around Lilly’s room.

Not wanting to dive that deep into my sister’s personal stuff, I shrug and exit the room. Throwing the strap of my handbag over my shoulder, I make my way to the front door. Gently pushing it open, I take my first step outside.

As I close the door behind me, the warm afternoon breeze gently tickles my face as my hair flutters. It also makes my lightweight skirt dance as the breeze blows around and up my legs. Not a feeling I was used to, but it felt kinda nice. Adjusting my bra and my tits, I take a deep breath and allow myself a moment.

“Nicholas,” I whisper to myself. “Remember who you are. You’re now a girl!”

Walking down the path and towards town, my skirt constricting my stride length as I move, I didn’t have a particular place to go. I thought I should go get a coffee or something, so that’s where I started heading.

Being extremely self-conscious about my walk, I must have seen pretty weird to an onlooker. Every few steps I went from a ‘guy’ walk to a ‘prostitute’ walk. I know I needed to sway my hips and walk forward with my tits pointed out but I didn’t know how much I should. I started feeling like I was walking down a catwalk. It was exhausting! Thank god I didn’t wear heels!

I’d got about half a mile from my home, towards town, before I decided to take a well-earned break. All the swaying of hips and flicking of hair from my face had got me a little tired. I found a bench at the side of the road and perched myself down. Lifting my arms, I could smell the familiar guy orders emanating from me.

“Gross!” I say in disgust. “I need to get some girls deodorant!”

My unladylike behavior was then interrupted by an obnoxious loud beep.

“Oi baby girl!” I hear a random guy screaming from his car window as he waits at the lights. “I’d let you sweat all over me sexy lady!”

At first, I didn’t think he was talking to me. I knew the guy was being a disgusting jerk, but it felt even worse when I finally understood he was indeed throwing his perverted slurs at me. Disgusted that a guy was looking at me in that way, I swiftly give him the finger.

“Hey, screw you, man!” I shout back in a very unladylike manner.

His face scrunches up as he hears my voice. “You might wanna let off the smokes girl, you sound like a man,” he shouts back as the lights go green and he drives away.

“What am I doing!?” I ask myself while shaking my head. “Nick, you a girl, remember!” I mutter to myself as I slap my own wrist.

Still shaking my head in disbelief at what just happened, I stand and brush down my skirt. Flicking my hair away from my eyes, I start concentrating again on walking like a girl. I was deffo getting a workout, that’s for sure!

Ten minutes later and I’ve made it into town. I got honked at by a few more cars on the way, but none of them shouted at me, thank god! I felt almost a little disgusted by the behavior of my fellow men towards me, as a girl. Was this was women had to put up with daily. The looks from men on the street too, made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I knew they saw me as a young attractive woman, but if they knew what I had between my legs, they’d feel uncomfortable for looking at me like they did.

“Like a piece of meat, they couldn’t wait to get their hands on” I mutter jokingly to myself.

Finally arriving at the coffee place, I breathe a sigh of relief as I push open the door. Walking like a girl and being seen as a girl, by men on the street, was exhausting. Strong coffee and a nice sit-down are what I need, for sure! Flicking the stray hairs from my eyes, I approach the counter and the young man behind the tills.

“Hey dude,” I greet him with a smile, forgetting to say it in my female voice.

“Hi…..Miss,” he unconvincingly responds.

I drop my shoulder and let it loose to strike a more feminine pose. I also allow hair to fall in front of my eyes. I started acting overly feminine to make up for my first mistake.

“Hi,” I say with a voice crack as I make my tone higher “Can I please have a black coffee?”

“Sure,” he responds as he starts clearly checking me out.

Felt a little weird to see someone clearly looking at my chest, but at least he saw me as a girl after greeting him with my normal voice.

“Would you anything else ma'am?” he asks as he stops looking at my chest and back up at my eyes.

“Nope,” I swiftly reply back, wanting the conversation to end.

As the guy scurries around from the coffee machine to the till point, I couldn’t help but feel everyone in the room was looking at me. It was like I was at a party in fancy dress, but no one else came dressed up. I felt just completely out of place wearing all this feminine stuff. I couldn’t help but tense up and fold my arms tit, trying to hide my boobs.

“Miss,” I hear the guy say, which snaps me out of my worry. “Your coffee.”

“Thanks,” I say flashing the guy a curt smile.

Scanning the room, looking for a cosey corner, I find an empty banquette seat and sit down. The only thing on my mind as I sat down was to fold my legs shut tight. That way no one could see up my skirt. It was going to be uncomfortable with my package all squeezed in, but needs must.

Taking a deep breath, I reach for my coffee. My hands are shaking, which makes it hard to pick up the cup. I knew I was nervous, but this is crazy. I can barely drink my drink without spilling it down myself.

“Calm down,” I whisper as I close my eyes tight.

I allow myself to just listen to the sounds of the café and the conversations taking place. I half expected everyone to be sniggering and laughing about the way I’m dressed, but to my surprise, no one was saying a thing about me. Holding my eyes shut still, I take another deep breath in.

“Lilly?” I hear a man say. “Lilly is that you?”

My eyes burst open to see who was talking. I don’t instantly see anyone directly talk to me. It was weird, I could have sworn I heard someone talking to me?

“Are you ok?” I hear that same voice again.

Jumping out of my skin, I see a man standing at the side of my table. How did I not see this guy? I slowly look up at him as he impatiently taps the table waiting for my response. The guy was tall with dark hair. His loose, athletic clothing clearly hiding a muscular body. My eyes must have been wide open with fear as our eyes connect. I have absolutely no idea who this guy is, but he clearly knows Lilly!

“Lilly?” He asks again. “Sweetie, are you ok? You look as white as a ghost?”

My mouth was dry and wide open. For some reason, I'm completely unable to respond. I think the fear of being caught out was crippling me. I watch him pull out the spare seat on my table and sit down. He was giving me such a worried and concerned expression.

“Do you need some water?” He asks, reaching and gently placing his hand on mine.

Has his warm hand touches my sweaty mitts, I recoil away sharply. Still unable to say anything back.

“Lilly?” He asks, now more concerned than before. “It’s me, Simon. Do you need me to call someone?”

I vigorously shake my head from side to side to signal a big no. My hair flicking all over the place, leaving my vision blocked by a wall of hair. I slowly and awkwardly brush the hair out of my face as he still looks at me with worry.

“Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” He asks as I see the sky blue color in his eyes.

I nod.

He quickly gets up out of the chair and rushes over to the counter. Even though I didn’t know who this guy was, he clearly cares for Lilly. As nervous as I am, this is a huge chance to practice being Lilly. I grip hold of the table with both of my hands and grip as hard as I can, trying to work through my fears. My heart was racing and beating like a drum. I had to calm down! I close my eyes once more and take a deep breath in.

“This is your chance!” I mutter under my breath. “This is your chance to practice being Lilly”

“What was that?” I hear Simon questions as I open my eyes to him holding out a glass of water in front of me.

“Thanks,” I reply with a creaking voice as I grab the water and take a small sip.

“What's up with you girl?” he asks as he retakes his seat in front of me. His worried expression almost making me feel a little better.

“I’m…….” I stutter as I worry about the sound of my voice. “I’m….. ok, just a little…..worn… out”

I intently watch his face, wondering if he was going to be convinced by my pretend girl's voice. He doesn’t look suspicious, he looks happier. A smile appears on his face

“Few!” He says with a playful relieved swipe across his forehead. “You had me worried!”

Still extremely embarrassed, I couldn’t hold my eye contact with that guy. I start intently looking at my coffee to avoid it.

“Lilly?” He questions. “I thought you said you were going away with work?”

Shit! I look up at him like I’d been shot. What the hell was I going to say!?

“Oh….err…I..,” I stammer.

He grins and waves his hands from side to side like he was surrendering to me. I assume he must see the fear in my eyes and doesn’t want me to have a full-blown meltdown.

“It’s ok” He comforts me. “When you are ready, let's talk about it…okay?”

I timidly nod at him once more.

Simon grins then leans back into his chair. He starts looking casually around the room. Also avoiding further eye contact with me.

“So, how's your family?” He asks as he scratches his chin. “Your brother still looking for work?”

“Yeah, they are ok,” I say softly as I reach for my coffee.

My hands were still shaking, but I’d calmed down enough to take a small sip. As I slowly sip at my lukewarm coffee, I realize that he’s asking about me. I need to say something, I can’t have this guy thinking I’m a loser!

“Yeah, he is,” I smile, placing the coffee down on the table. “I think he’s got a huge interview coming up this week.”

“I can’t believe you and him are related,” he scoffs.

A little taken back by his comments, I form a fist and squeeze out my frustration.

“Why?” I ask abruptly. My voice edging back to my normal male tone. “My brother is a lovely guy.”

“Sure sure,” he replies. “You’re identical twins as well right…?” He asks leaning.

Our eyes connect as he looks at me with expectation. I couldn’t help but avert my gaze back down at the tabletop. This guy had started off being extremely concerned about me, but now he seems to be a bit of a jerk.

“We are twins,” I answer him but direct it at my coffee cup. “What does that matter?”

“Oh, it's nothing,” He chuckles.

I just looked at him in confusion. I couldn’t put my finger on this guy. He was asking so strange.

“Just tell me what you thinking!” I blurt out.

“Well…,” he says like he’s winding up to tell me a massively long story. “Your brother, I hear that he’s in trouble with the law again.”

“WHAT!” I shout and instantly regret it.

Everyone in the coffee shop looks over at our table. I almost wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I hand my head in shame. I’m such an idiot!

Simon lets out a small little laugh as he jumps out of his seat and parks himself directly next to me on the banquette. He gives me a little freight as he does.

“I hear he’s going to jail,” Simon torments me further as he stretches out an arm and rests it over my shoulders.

I shudder with revulsion and anger as he does.

“He’s not going to jail!” I scream at him with rage. “Stop spouting bullshit before I knock you out!”

Everyone in the coffee shop stops and again stares directly at me. This time I didn’t care. I was focused solely on the dick bag sitting next to me, with his arm over my shoulders, and how I was going to punch his lights out.

Simon doesn’t look at my angry face, he just grins and looks casually looks around the room.

“You’re not doing a good job,” he smirks.

“What!?” I huffed back at him, as my fists are primed and ready to go.

He leans in towards me, still looking around the room.

“Nicholas,” He whispers gently. “I know it’s you.”

With that comment, my rage turns to colossal embarrassment. My cheeks blush, My body language becomes flustered and my palms sweaty. How did he know!

With his arm over my shoulder, he pulls me in tight against him. He’s strong, even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could have resisted.

“You're wondering how I knew?” He whispers again. He turns to face me with a smug expression. “You had me fooled at first, I have to say. You look almost identical to Lilly, but you’re acting gave you away.”

I don’t answer him, I just look at him completely stunned.

“Once I’d spoken to you for more than a minute, it was obvious to anyone who knows Lilly that you aren’t her.” He explains “Lilly is a strong, confident, and a beautiful woman. If you want to dress and be like her, you have to act confident! Like you know you are stunning and you know that all the guys want to be with you and the girls want to be you.

“You really knew?” I manage to ask him as my heart starts pumping like crazy.

“I did,” he smiles. “Now hug me. Everyone is still looking at us, I think we should make it look like we’ve made up.”

I quickly survey the room. He was right. People in the café were still looking in our direction. Clearly hoping something was going to kick off.

I push my head up against his beefy chest and swing my arm to go around him to hug him. He quickly responds and with one arm shifts me closer to him so I was completely in his embrace. I felt completely emasculated by this point. Not only was this guy massive and making me feel feeble, but he’d also worked out my secret.

“You're not going to tell her…are you?” I ask with my voice muffled by his chest.

Simon then holds me tighter and plants a kiss on the top of my head. “I kissed you to make it seem liked we’ve made up,” he explains.

“Gross,” I mutter.

“She doesn’t know?” He asks as he slackens his grip on me.

“No,” I answer quickly.

“When you guys trade places, isn't usually her idea?” he asks confused. “If she really doesn’t know, why are you dressed like her?”

I move my head to look up at him. This wasn’t easy as my face was still buried in his chest. He looks down at me with a smile.

“I need to look like this to get a job I want,” I answer bluntly.

“What kind of job,” he asks with a concerned expression. Clearly, he thought I was about to join the sex trade.

“Nothing bad,” I say giving him a dirty look. “I want to become a nurse.”

“You want to be a nurse and that means pretending to be your sister?” He asks with a now very confused expression. “Couldn’t you just get another job?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” I answer back sharply.

“Ok….okay,” he says putting his hands up. “You are your sister are so totally alike, It’s unreal. Still, Do you really think pretending to be her is going to help?”

“Yes!” I exclaim. “They wouldn’t accept my application, but they did Lilly’s. So I’m having to pretend to be her, in preparation for the interview.”

“Riiight,” he says with an eye roll. “I assume then that you haven’t told her about this?”

“No, and please don’t tell her,” I plea.

“I think you should really think about telling her,” he lectures me. “I think you would be surprised by her reaction.”

“Don’t be silly,” I respond with a stupid look on my face.

Simon smirks and releases his grip and allows me to exit our embrace. As I sit back upright in my seat, he puts his hand out for a shake.

“I don’t think we’ve ever actually met, have we?” He asks as I grab his hand to shake it. “As I said earlier, my name is Simon. Before you ask, no me and Lilly aren’t a couple or anything like that.”

“Right, so do you work together or something?” I ask him as I pull my sweaty hands away from the shake.

“I guess you could call me her gay best friend,” he says delicately.

A spark then instantly ignites in my brain. I had heard Lilly talk about this guy before! She usually goes out dancing with him!

“You go dancing with her, right?” I ask.

“Yeah, so she has mentioned me?”

“A little,” I reply.

An awkward silence then falls over us. Not knowing what to say next, take a small sip of my now cold coffee. This was a very unusual situation to be in. I’m dressed head to toe as my sister and he’s pretty much unfazed, treating it like it’s a completely normal thing. Still, something that he said is whirling around in my mind. What does he mean that I and Lilly are so alike? Does she go out pretending to me?

“Do you want me to help?” Simon asks breaking the silence.

“No, thanks. I think I can handle drinking a coffee,” I sarcastically reply.

He playfully taps me on the shoulder. It was impressively light for such a big guy.

“Help you pretend to be your sister,” he repeats slightly irritated. “You deffo need some help when it comes to acting more like a woman, that’s for sure!”

“No offense, but you’re neither my sister or a woman. How are you going to help me act like one?” I question with a dumb expression like he’s said something completely stupid.

Simon scoffs at my remark and promptly looks away. I wasn’t meaning to be rude to the guy, but this whole situation has got me a little frazzled. With all the male attention and all my effort on concentrating on acting more feminine, my brain was almost completely wiped out. Seeing as he said he wanted to help, my rudeness had clearly upset him.

“Ah shit,” I say, stressfully rubbing at my face. “Simon, I’m sorry. It’s been a pretty rough couple of days.”

He turns to face me and gives me a small shrug of the shoulders. “That’s no need to be rude now, is it?”

“Look, I said I’m sorry,” I say whinging. “Argh…, this is just madness!”

“Well then,” he smiles and puts his hand on my leg, just above the knee. “Do you want my help then?”

I make it very obvious I’m not overly happy with him putting his hand there. I intently stare at his hand, hoping that he would get the picture.

“My first piece of advice,” he says as he uses his hand touching me, to push my legs together. “When you’re a woman and you’re wearing a skirt, don’t sit with your legs wide apart like that! You will give off the wrong signals to the men around you.

Blushing, I keep looking down at his hand on my know closed legs. He was totally right, I’d been sitting like a man.

Simon then moves in a little closer and starts quietly whispering in my ear.

“I’ve noticed three guys in this café looking at you,” he softly chuckles. “If you sit with your legs open… they might think you’re giving them a sign to come over and talk.”

“What!?” I whisper back at him, a little shocked. “Three guys are looking at me in that way! That’s gross!”

Simon tilts back upright and gives me a wide grin. “Lucky you!” he laughs. “I’d love to be getting that sort of attention from that many guys when I enter a room!”

I give him a sour look. “I’m not doing this for male attention,” I reply with attitude. His expression remains unchanged, even by my bitter look.

“The second piece of advice,” he continues as he reaches over the table and grabs hold of one of my hands. Lifting it from off the tabletop, he holds it up in front of us both. “What do you see?”

“It’s my hand,” I cynically reply.

“Yes,” he smiles. “The hand of a young man…., don’t you agree.”

“What's your point?” I ask, this time a little curious to what he was getting at.

“Can you really not see it?” he asks, pulling a very confused face. “You have dirty boy hands. Your skin is rough, your nails are bitten and they have dirt under them.”

“Shit, you right!” I say with shock, now totally getting his point. “Was this one of the things that gave me away?”

“That’s right sweetie,” he answers as he puts my hand down gently. “No, that wasn’t the main reason I knew you weren’t Lilly.”

“What was it then?” I ask as I lean in towards him, desperately wanting an answer.

“Sweetie,” he says as he turns to look at me and smiles. “Your eyebrows are hideous! They are wild and Bushey. You almost look like you’ve got a monobrow!

Not expecting that answer, I immediately put a finger to my forehead, trying to feel if I had excess hair between my eyebrows.  “No, I don’t!” I cry out.

“Sweetie,” he laughs. “Trust me, you need to go get them sorted out.”

I pout, sulk and fold my arms. Almost forgetting the tits on my chest, they give me an unexpected shock. “Whateva man, I think I look that part. Plus, if I get my nails and eyebrows done, I’m going to get sussed out. I won’t be able to go home and be me. My dad will notice the feminine changes.”

Simon leans back and lets out a long sigh. “Yes…. your father.” He complains. “Not the most open-minded of a gentleman, is he?”

“You’ve met him then, I assume,” I reply with a sigh also.

“Oh, indeed so,” he moans and slumps in his seat. “He spent the entire time, that I was in your home, making homosexual slurs. As much as Lilly would tell him to shut up, he didn’t listen and just kept going on and on.”

“I’m sorry,” I answer as I put my hand on his shoulder.

As my hand comforts him, he grins. “Don’t worry about it. Sadly, he wasn’t the first and I’m sure he won’t be the last. Still, I can really see why you and Lilly have so many issues telling how you really feel.”

I pull my hand away from him sharply. “What do you mean how we really feel? What are you trying to get at?” I ask with an offended tone.

“Whoa!” he nervously chuckles. “I don’t mean anything by that.”

I stare daggers into his eyes, still not happy with his comments. “I told you, I’m not doing this for the male attention!”

“Sweetie!” he pleas. “I know your not! I was just making a comment about how you are having to dress like your sister, to get a job. I bet that’s got something to do with your dad…. Am I right?”

My face titches and I brush the hair from out of my face. “Yeah, he’s threatening to kick me out!”

“See,” he replies as he places a hand on my knee. “Lilly finds it hard being honest with him too.”

I swipe his hand away from my knee, causing my skirt to ripple in the process and my boobs to wobble. “What does Lilly have to worry about!” I reply with a growl. “She’s the golden child.”

His face turns to one of concern. “I guess she’s not that open with you either.”

Puzzled, I lean in. “What are you talking about?”

Giving me a grin, he swipes away some of my long hair and places a hand on my shoulder. “That’s not my place to say. You should really talk to your sister.”

I pull a frustrated expression. “Simon,” I moan. “I can’t ask her. I’m sure she’d be more interested in knowing why I’m wearing her clothes!”

He grips my shoulder and his large, strong hands really clampdown. “Oh true,” he smiles. “You know, if you really want to get this job, I know a great beauty salon that will fix you up all pretty. They owe me a favor, so it will be for free…., what do you say?”

“I can’t!” I answer as I pull his vice-like hand from my shoulder. “I told you already, I have to be able to change back into my normal self without any tells of what I’ve been doing.”

He scrunches his face like he knows a huge secret. “Lilly’s gone away for work thought, right?” He asks, holding back a stupid grin.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I reply with a bewildered look.

Simon’s face just continues to look at me, like he wants to burst out laughing. As I ponder his odd behavior, I start to put two and two together. “Hang on,” I say with an annoyed tone. “You knew she’d gone away, didn’t you!”

He nods profusely, grins, and lets out a little laugh.

“It wasn’t my hands or eyebrows was it?” I ask with a frustrated expression, folding my arms and sighing.  “You just wanted to point out my ugly points… didn’t you?”

He laughs. “Sorry. Maybe you should just come with me.”

“Ok, go on then,” I mutter as I signal for him to stand. “Lead the way and I will let you help me.”

“You won’t regret it, girl!” He excitedly squeals as he stands. “We’ll make a woman of you yet!”

As I follow him and stand up, I give him a shove. “Oi,” I complain, very unladylike. Don’t push it!”