(Chapter 2) Becoming My Twin Sister

Chapter 2

After many hours of research, I find myself standing on the edge of my sister Lilly’s bedroom. This was my event horizon. Once I go in and start this mad idea, there is no going back on it! If I wanted this job, I was going to have to pretend to be her!

My stance sways backward and forward, as I look over the girly room in front of me. As I look in, several things pique my interest. First off, her chest of drawers. I know I will need to borrow her underwear and bras. Second, the dressing table. Which I will use to borrow and apply make-up. Last but not least, her closet. This is where I will no doubt find my interview outfit, whatever that turns out to be! I was imagining a smart black dress. The sort of thing she wears to work regularly.

My heart was beating like crazy! The high levels of anxiety and excitement were mixing around in my body like my emotions are in a blender. I couldn’t shake the worrying feeling of getting caught in her room, borrowing her clothes! What would she think?

Calming myself, I take a deep long breath in.

“Come on!” I say to myself, trying to encourage the first step into her room. “You want and need this!” I add as I take another long deep breath in.

Entering her room, to start the process of trying on her clothes. This was the first step of my plan. This plan was to get me completely ready and confident to ace the interview and win myself the role. I never thought I’d be planning my transformation into a girl, but that is where I find myself. Once I cross into her room and open her drawers, I knew then what I needed to do!

I raise one of my legs into the air, like something out of a comedy sketch. I hold it in the air, for as long as I could, before ceremonially placing it down an inch in front of me. This was my symbol of the first step on this journey, that I was committed to taking!

“Right,” I speak aloud, as I move my entire body into her room. “Time to start getting comfortable in female clothing,” I add as I rub my hands together, trying to decide where to start.

A lot of the videos and advice I’d read, about starting to crossdress, was to start small and wear pieces of clothing that I could hide under my normal clothing. That would be fine if I didn’t have a deadline, but it was now Monday afternoon. I really needed to accelerate my progress. So the plan was for today, to wear an entire outfit of Lilly’s, but an almost unisex one. I was thinking, a pair of matching panties and bra, a casual T-shirt, one of her hoodies, and a pair of her jeans.

Shaking like a leaf, from the anticipation and worry, I slowly move over to her chest of drawers. I had no idea what she kept in here! It wasn’t like I’d ever needed to go near her drawers. All I had to do was find some underwear to feel comfortable in.

Placing a hand on the crystal draw handle of the very top draw, I pull it open. I find myself completely amazed by the multitude of colors and materials that are stuffed haphazardly in her top draw. Looking down confused, I only knew what underwear I wanted to avoid! Her thongs and g-strings! Other than that, I had no idea what would be best to hold my male package in.

Closing my eyes, I push my hand deep into the head of my sister's underwear. I did feel a little grossed out knowing they were hers, but I had to push past that feeling. I rummage around for a moment or two, almost like I was doing a lucky dip, and pull up a pair. With a little bit of encouragement, outcomes a lacey dark red feminine briefs.

“This will do,” I comment as I inspect the soft material. “Matching bra?” I ask as I close the drawer and open the one below.

I start running my eye over all the unorganized sets of bras in her draw, looking for the one that matches the color of the panties I’d chosen. It wasn’t an easy task. The draw was full of differently-designed bras. From sporty look ones to naughty nighttime ones. I felt a little bit overwhelmed. I knew I’d had to learn about all this and learn quick!

“Ah!” I say as I finial notice the bra that matches. “Well, that’s those!” I remark triumphantly as I place them down on the bed beside me.

Shifting over to her closet, I take hold of the door handle. At that moment I felt a pop of blood pressure spike in my body. I was extremely nervous about this whole thing! Going into her drawers was going against everything I knew. It just wasn’t what normal brothers do!

I rub my face anxiously and take a deep breath in. Without any further hesitation, I swing open the closet. Her closet was packed to the brim. Full of all sorts of colorful and strange stuff. Hanging up, I could see a range of smart and causal-looking dresses and tops. Alongside those were many different styles and colors of jeans and pants. I run my hand across all the hanging-up garments, causing them to sway gently, as think about what I should wear.

A single pair of deep blue jeans pop out at me. I lift them out and hold them in front of me, still attached to the hanger. It was a pair of skinny jeans, with no holes in the legs. I couldn’t think of a time where I’d seen Lilly wearing these. This was perfect! I wore skinny jeans on the odd occasion, so it wouldn’t seem out of place. Also, they didn’t seem overly feminine, with no labels or markings giving them away. Lilly, would also likely not notice I’d borrow them.

Holding them up against my body and legs, the waist did seem a little wide for my shape, but the leg length looked about right. I unclip them from the hanger and slide the hanger back onto the rail. Throwing the jeans onto the bed, with my borrowed underwear, I turn my attention to the last bits I need. A top or t-shirt and a hoody.

Above the clothing rail is three boxes with piles of folded clothes inside. Standing on my tiptoes, I peek over the top and start flicking through the garments with my fingers. I didn’t really know what I wanted from the top, but I guess it didn’t matter as it would be hidden anyway. Finally deciding on a bright white tank top, I gently remove it from the pile, trying my best to keep it looking like I hadn’t been here. Throwing that on the bed, I look in one of the other boxes.

The second box was full of jumper and jackets, no hoodies. Having a quick nose through, all the items were far too feminine and would have been far too obvious. Not giving up hope for a plain unisex-looking hoody, I try the third box. I find myself a little disappointed as I look upon scarves and hats.

“Erm,” I mutter as I rub my chin and look again at the garments hanging up. “She must have something I can wear that isn’t too girly!”

That’s when I notice a checkered lumberjack style shirt. Pulling it out from the rail, I hold it up. The red and black coloring and the more casual cut did make it seem like it could almost be unisex. The material was noticeably thinner and softer than any shirts I’d worn before, but if no one touched me, it should be fine!

Placing the hanger back on the rail and shutting the closet door, I grab the rest of my chosen, borrowed outfit, and leave her room. I didn’t want her to know I’d been in her room, so I did my best to leave it how I found it. Closing the door behind me, I head for the safety of my room. Closing my bedroom door behind me and locking it, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Time for the first step!” I remark as I drop the bundle of clothes onto my bed and sit next to them.

As I look at them, I could feel a wave of enthusiasm washing over me. It almost felt like Christmas, I was that excited by the whole situation. However, that feeling was laced with a little bit of confusion as I pulled my underwear and trousers down and toss them to the onside. Was I excited about the job, or was I enjoying the idea of wearing my sister's clothes!? This was a question I didn’t want to think too much about! I had to remember that wearing my sister's underwear was weird and if people caught me, they’d think I was weird. I knew I had to be careful! Until I was ready to go full girl, I had to be very careful indeed!

Lifting my arms and removing my t-shirt, I add it to the pile of my disgraded clothes on the floor. Now sitting completely naked on my bed, I stare down in trepidation at the pile of my sister's clothes, that I’d chosen to wear.

“Nicholas,” I say to myself. “It’s only clothing!” I add as I use my stuck-out index finger to hold up the pair of panties.

I can’t help but smile, as I pull the delicate, lacey pair of panties up my still very hairy legs. Pulling them right up and the material settles around my ass and my package, I could really appreciate just how nice the silky material felt against my skin. My penis, if I’m honest, is of average size and fits really nicely in Lilly’s underwear. I mean, if I get an erection, then maybe that would be an issue, but as it was normal, I felt really comfortable in them.

Standing, I make a silly pose, into my wall mirror. I looked like a complete idiot, standing alone in my room in my sister's underwear. All I could think, as I look at my hairy male self wearing female underwear, was that I have a long way to go until I even vaguely look like a convincing female!

“I need to shave,” I comment at my reflection in the mirror.

Instantly pull the pair of pantie down and place them back on the pile of my sister's clothes. I look at my side table clock and I know I have time. Time, to go have a shower and the closest shave of my life. I needed to be baby smooth all over and this needed to be my normal from now on.

I rush into the bathroom and get the shower running. grabbing a few lotions and potions, that I think will help with my shaving, I jump into the warm stream of water. My body wasn’t extremely hairy, but it was going to take me a good few minutes to get myself smooth. After a long and awkward twenty minutes, I’d completely shaved my legs, chest, stomach, face, armpits, and forearms completely silky smooth.

Shutting off the shower and throwing a towel over my shoulders, I step out and start drying myself. Now my skin had no hair, I could feel just how rough the towel was. It felt like sandpaper on my skin as I rubbed it against my hairless wet body. I was already starting to regret my decision! I felt red raw all over and a lot colder than usual.

“Is this why girls are always saying they’re cold?” I question as I rub the last bits of moisture from my body.

I knew from the research I did earlier that I needed to at least moisturize my skin. So on the way back to my room, I popped into Lilly’s room and grabbed the first bottle of moisturizer I could find. Rushing back into my room, I sit on the bed and rub loads of it into my face, chest, arms, and legs. I had to admit, the cold of the lotion felt great on my raw skin.

Sitting and waiting for the lotion to absorb into my skin, I couldn’t help but feel a little ridiculous. If someone saw me with shaved legs, what would they think? Women are supposed to feel empowered by being like this. I just felt really self-conscious. I needed to try and change my mindset and start thinking like a girl or at the very least, come up with an excuse.

“Could tell them I’m a swimmer,” I say with a shrug, as I reach for my sister's panties once more.

I glide the panties up my supple and freshly shaved legs. I gasp at just how much more my legs feel. The soft material felt innumerable times sensual on the way up this time around. Nestling my meat and two veg in safely, I look into the mirror once more. My shave job had done wonders! I’d really started looking a lot more feminine! I Couldn’t help but feel pleased.

I reach for the matching bra and hold It out in front of my face. Looking at the label, my sister is a size 34D. That doesn’t mean much to me, but I’m sure it will fit. Wrangling my arms into the straps, It sits awkwardly over my chest. After a few minutes of struggling to do the clasp up behind my back, I finally get the darn thing done up. It almost feels like a torture device, pushing down on my chest, but after a few minutes and one or two adjustments, I start getting used to it.

Grabbing for my sister's skinny jeans, I sit down on the bed and throw my legs into the air. I have to pull hard to get them up past my thighs. The tight cut of the jeans really hugs them and makes it hard for me to pull them up. Wearing boxers all my life, I was expecting a bunching up issue with my underwear, but the tight-fitting panties didn’t bunch up once, as I bring the jeans over my bum and around my stomach. Sucking my belly in, I bring the clasp together and fasten them closed.

“A little tight,” I complain as adjust myself.

The jeans were like nothing I’d worn before. Super tight around my calves, thighs, and crotch. The top of the jeans also came right up to just below my belly button. My discomfort was soon forgotten as I looked into the mirror. The jeans really gave me a more feminine look from the belly down and they looked like they fit me perfectly!

“Well Sis,” I comment. “Looks like our bodies have even more in common than I first thought,” I add as I reach for the white tank top.

Sliding the tank top over my head and then awkwardly over my bra, I smile into the mirror. I’d worn tank tops before, but this one barely reached the top of my jeans. With it being shorter a little bit of my stomach was showing. It also really sinched in around my stomach. Not sure how I felt about that, but I guess that is normal for female clothing.

I continue staring at myself in the mirror as I smile at the two little mounds appearing under my tank top. The bra was giving me fledgling tits!

“Better get used to these,” I smile and squeeze the small mounds.

Still smiling, I reach for the last piece of my ensemble. My sister's checked shirt. I throw it on, like I would a normal shirt, only to find the buttons to be reversed.

“Why are these backward?” I complain as I fight years of muscle memory to do them up.

Once I’d fiddled all the buttons up I realize just how tight it was in certain areas. My stomach was really being held in tight and my shoulders felt a little crushed. If I moved my arms up, the whole outfit would ride up, causing me to have to flatten it down. Adjusting myself and trying to get as comfortable as possible, I gaze into the mirror and inspect the outcome of my outfit choice. I was worried it would be too obvious I was wearing her stuff.

“Hmmm….. ok,” I comment slightly relieved.

Due to the cut and tight-fitting clothes, I had got a slightly more feminine figure, but I don’t think it was too noticeable. I was already pretty skinny, so her clothes did fit me pretty well, without looking like I was going to bust out of them. Striking some poses into the mirror, I did find myself feeling a little self-conscious about how big my ass looked in her jeans and the two small mounds on my chest, but I was extremely pleased.

For the next few hours, I just lounged around the place. No one would be home from work until later, so I had some time to enjoy myself. I played some video games and ate some snacks, which really did make me forget about what I was wearing. I’d gotten so used to the feeling of the bra, I almost forgot I was wearing one. I only thing I did find rather annoying, was that my cell phone wouldn’t fit in the front pockets of my jeans. Really annoying having to shove it in a back pocket! I kept forgetting and sitting on it

The plan was going well! The next step was to order some breast forms, hip enhancers, and a real human hair wig. These last three pieces were going to completely change my look. I was confident that with a wig, some makeup, and the figure enhancers, I was going to be a bonified stunner!

Knowing how important these three items would be, I spent most of the afternoon searching for the perfect wig and forms. As soon as I found them, I cracked out my credit card and got them on next-day delivery! As I hit order, on the phone screen, I couldn’t help but feel extremely thrilled. The wig I’d found was perfect! Exactly the same cut and color as Lilly.

Before I knew it, my family had started to return home. This made me exceptionally anxious. Would they noticed, I had no idea! First, my father came bounding through the front door, in his typical Alpha male ape style. I was sitting in the living room, as he entered the house, watching TV and makeup tutorials on my phone. I turn the volume off as he plonks himself on the couch next to me.

“Son,” He greets me without looking. “What's on?”

I gulp and subconsciously place a pillow over my stomach, trying to hide what I was wearing. Was he going to notice? What would he say if he knew I was wearing Lilly’s panties?

My voice cracks as I try to answer. “Er…Nothing much,” I respond.

I stare at him, awaiting him to notice the female clothing I had on. Nervously waiting for him to flip his lid at the realization his son was crossdressing! I could feel the sweat building up around my bra and my squeezed together crotch. To my absolute astonishment, he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even look at me. He just stares at the screen, like a zombie.

“You got a job yet?” He barks without looking in my direction.

“I’ve got an interview on Thursday,” I nervously reply. “I’m excited for this one,” I add with a little glee.

His expression doesn’t change and he barely acknowledges my response. This was just like my father. Classic closed-off Alpha male. I’d love to spell out how cliché he is, but I don’t think he’d even understand what I was saying.

“Good,” He replies as he shoves a finger into his nose and has a rummage. “Make yourself useful will ya! Go make me a coffee!”

Knowing the oncoming barrage of how much a waste of space I am, if I didn’t make him a coffee, I stand quickly and swiftly make my way out of the room. I didn’t want to linger too much as this would give my father a chance to really look at what I was wearing. My heart was really in my mouth as I cross between him and the TV. There was no way he wouldn’t notice the skin-tight jeans or the female cut shirt I was wearing.

Again, to my great surprise, he doesn’t say a word. I was starting to understand why my Mom always says he is about as observant as a toilet brush. I guess he really doesn’t pay attention at all. I guess I’m not that surprised but I am very relieved.

Feeling much more confident about the situation, knowing he wasn’t really paying attention, I finish his black coffee and bring it back to him in the living room. He hadn’t moved, still just staring aimlessly at the TV.

“Coffee,” I say placing it down in front of him.

“Cheers,” He replies as now makes the effort to look at me.

As he looks at me, for the first time since coming home, his expression becomes a tad surprise and one eyebrow raises up. I could feel myself turning as white as a ghost as I watch him look me up and down with a disapproving look. I was busted!

“Nick,” He says with a disapproving tone as he looks me up and down. I could only stand like a dear in headlights as he did. My hands start shaking wildly the fear of getting caught takes over.

“Y…yes,” I reply fearfully.

“You need to bulk up son,” He comments as he points at my body. “You're looking very skinny. You'll never get a girl looking like a weed.” He adds.

I slump down onto the couch, my heart still throbbing like crazy. Taking in long heavy breaths, I manage to calm myself down. I think I’ve just gotten away with it! Much to my relief, my sister's clothes are just making me look skinny, in his eyes. He clearly just hasn’t noticed they aren’t mine!

“Where is this interview?” He asks as he grabs the coffee and resumes staring at the TV.

“The hospital,” I reply with unease.

“The hospital!?” He laughs, almost spitting out his sip of coffee. “You’re not smart enough to work there!” He continues laughing.

“Why?” I ask offended.

He looks at me dead in the eye. “Well, I suppose you're just about smart enough to wheel the beds around eh?” He grins.

I didn’t know what to say in response. I just sat and took the old gits insult. I would usually square up to him and give an insult back. This time I wasn’t feeling particularly masculine. wearing my sister's panties and bra didn’t help, so I just let him get away with it.

Sighing and trying to ignore him, the tension between us was very noticeable. Thankfully, at the moment, the front door clattered open and someone else had returned home.

“Can someone help me bring the shopping in?” My mom calls out from the front door.

Wanting to leave the living room as quick as possible, to avoid further conversation with the Ape I call a father, I race to the front door.

“On my way,” I call out. Completely forgetting that my Mom may notice the feminine outfit I was wearing. Although, in all honesty, anything was better than having to sit and listen to your father insulting you.

“That’s right,” He says as I exit the living room. “Go help and build some muscle.” He adds sarcastically.

Letting out a sigh, as I leave the room, I allow my father's comments to just wash over me. Like water off a duck’s back, I do my best not to let it bother me. He’d been like that with me for years. I think he must just see me as a huge disappointment. Just because I’m not a meathead like him, he doesn’t think I’ve become the ‘real man’ he always envisaged. Maybe he was hoping his son was going to become the captain of the football team or something? I wasn’t too sure and it wasn’t something I cared to ask the old man.

“Nicholas, can you grab those bags and take them into the kitchen,” My mother asks as she points at several shopping bags at the front door.

“Sure,” I reply as I pick them up and transport them to the kitchen.

As I dump the bags down on the kitchen counter, Mom comes in behind with the rest. She smiles at me as places the last remaining shopping bags onto the counter.

“Nice day?” She asks.

“It's been interesting,” I reply back leaning against the counter.

“Can you help me put this stuff away?” She asks me as she shoves cereal boxes into my hands.

I nod and grab the boxes. Turning around and reaching for the high cupboards, I feel my shirt and tank top riding up, exposing my belly and back. Extremely embarrassed and worried that mom may notice I’m wearing Lilly’s clothes, I slam the cupboard door shut and hastily bring my arms to my sides. The door closes with a loud thud and this causes my mom to stare at me with disapproval. My face turns bright red! Acting strange really is not going to help me right now!

“What did that cupboard do to you?” She asks with a quizzical expression.

“Called me a name?” I reply back, trying to be funny.

“Baby,” She says softly and with a smile. “Can you put these in the bottom of the fridge?” She adds as she hands me more boxes of groceries.

I grab hold of the frozen items and walk over to the fridge.

“Is your sister home yet?” She asks with her attention deep into another grocery bag.

“Nope,” I swiftly reply as I swing open the fridge door and bend down.

Bending down to place the items in the freezer of the fridge, my shirt rides up and I feel the cold on my lower back. I could also feel my jeans sort of slipping down my waist. Using my free hand, I grab hold of a back belt loop and try and pull my jeans up, to no avail. That’s when I feel the soft material of my sister's panties rising above the waistline of my jeans. Shit shit shit! I start to panic! My mums standing right behind me, she would defiantly see the panties if she was looking!

Again, slamming the freezer draw shut, I stand back up and quickly adjust myself. Slowly closing the fridge door, I turn around in the hopes that she wasn’t looking and hadn’t just spied the female underwear I had on.

“Thank fuck,” I whisper under my breath as she was still looking in the other direction.

“Sorry?” She asks as she turns to face me. Clearly hearing me muttering. Her face was wide with a silly grin. Worried, I had to ask her why she was grinning. Did she just see?

“Why are you grinning like that?” I question nervously.

“Oh, nothing,” She continues grinning while she hands me more stuff for the cupboards. “I just remembered something funny from work,” She adds.

I give her a sideways glance as I take hold of the items. I guess that’s more than possible she is smiling at something from work. I suppose, if she had just seen the female underwear I’m wearing, she would be asking why I have them on. I turn around and open a nearby kitchen cupboard. Placing the items in, I this time do a much better job concealing my underwear.

“What did you do today?” She asks, making conversation.

“Nothing much,” I comment as close the cupboard door gently. “I’ve got an interview on Thursday.”

“Oh, the nursing job!” She claps. “I know you really wanted that one! I hope you get it!”

“Thanks, Mom,” I blush.

“Have you told your father?” She asks as her expression becomes worried and she places a hand on one hip.

“Yeah, I said it was a job at the hospital,” I reply. “He wouldn’t take kindly to me being a nurse huh?” I question as I shuffle around in discomfort.

“Hmmm, probably not,” She says giving me a reassuring smile. “He’s just a bit old-fashioned is all,” She adds.

I rub my arm nervously. The only thing I could think about was what he’d do if he found out what I was planning! Doesn’t like the idea of me being a male nurse, what would he think if he knew I planned to dress completely feminine to get it? When he found out I pretended to be Lilly before, I got such a tongue lashing from him.

“Don’t look so worried Nick,” She reassures me by placing a hand on my shoulder. “Me and your sister will be behind you one hundred percent! No matter what., Ok?”

I could feel the tears building behind my eyes as I smile lovingly back at my extremely supportive mother! She’d always stuck up for me, no matter what. When I got into trouble, after stealing that car, she was defending me at every turn. I just wish my father was the same!

“Thanks, Mom,” I say, rubbing my eyes.

She could obviously see what her words meant to me, as she pulls a worried expression. The sort of expression only a caring mother could make. “Come here you big lug,” She says as she pulls me in for a hug.

We embrace for a moment or two. It was nice. Through all the mixed emotions I’d been subject to recently. My father planning to kick me out, my sister being successful at her work when I can’t even find a job, and now my plan to dress like a girl! It was pleasant, even if it was only fleeting, to remember the one constant in my life.

“Mmmm…You smell nice,” Mom comments as she pulls away from our embrace and holds my shoulders with her hands. Looking directly into my eyes, she makes me blush. “Have you put your sister's lotion on?” She asks.

Having already thought of this scenario, when shaving earlier, I knew exactly want to say. I give her a smile and rub my chin with my hand.

“I shaved my face this morning, in preparation for my interview,” I say while showing off my bare skin to her. “I didn’t have any face cream to put on after, so I borrowed some of Lilly’s. Do you think she will mind?”

“Maybe try and avoid her for the rest of the day,” She unexpectedly replies.

Confused by her comment, I give her a puzzled look. Lilly was usually very mild-mannered when it came to sharing. Not really sure why Mom would say avoid her for borrowing some lotion? Before I could even ask why she had already taken her hands off my shoulders and started rummaging around in the grocery bags once more.

“Thanks for the help sweetie,” She says now concentrating on the remaining groceries on the counter.

I took this as my opportunity to regroup and retreat to my bedroom. So far things had gone well. Dad didn’t notice my feminine attire and neither did Mom. All going to plan! All I had to do was wear this stuff around Lilly and hope she doesn’t notice! If she doesn’t realize these clothes are missing, I’m free to continue with my plan!

I grab a canned drink from the fridge and start heading out of the kitchen. My anxiety about this whole idea was easing and I had almost started to believe I could get away with it! Not getting too carried away, I knew tomorrow was going to be harder, but today had been promising!

As I start walking through the doorway, I catch a glance of my Mom, she is smiling at me.

“I like your outfit,” She says as her grin gets as wide as it was before. “Really shows off your figure.”

I stare blankly at her for a moment. What does she mean by that? Is she on to me? I wasn’t prepared to stand around and chat about and let her rumble my plan. So I keep moving, albeit at a swifter pace.

“Thanks,” I shout back in reply as I hurry to the safety of my room.

Rushing up the staircase, I enter my room and softly close the door behind me. Turning around and leaning against the closed door, I let out a sigh of relief. Now I’m out of sight, I could feel the adrenaline that had been surging through my system the entire time I’d been interacting with my folks. I have no idea why, but I sorta enjoyed the feeling it was giving me. The worry of getting caught wearing her underwear was giving me such a rush!

Taking a few deep breathes in, I calm myself down and sit on the edge of the bed. Flipping open my laptop, I decide now is a good time to do some more learning about applying my own makeup. I had a little time before dinner and when Lilly usually got home. And that’s exactly what I did! The video’s on makeup had been extremely useful! I had no idea there was so much involved and so much to know! I was starting to really gain respect for the woman in my life and the effort involved in them looking nice.

A little later on in the evening, I could hear that Lilly had returned from work. The unmistakable sound of her clattering around in her room, I could hear as clear as day from mine. I could feel the anxiety swelling up again once more. It was almost time for me to let her see me, wearing her stuff. I was worried she was going to notice but I had to be confident. If I was confident, she would never suspect I’m wearing her stuff, and more importantly, she wouldn’t know I’m wearing her underwear.

“Guys!” I hear mom shouting from downstairs. “Dinner is on the table!”

I jump up off the bed and stand in front of the mirror. Checking my reflection, I flatten and straighten up my attire. I also push down on the small bludge caused by my bra, to ensure it wasn’t noticeable. Giving my reflection a smile, I grab my door handle and slowly open it. Taking a small step into the hallway, I see the coast is clear. Lilly was still crashing around in her room, so this was my chance to sit down at the dinner table before she sees me. I thought that if she saw my outfit bit by bit, it would be less jarring, and then she would be less likely to notice. Well, that was my idea anyway.

Hurrying down the stairs and into the dining room, I sit at my usual seat. Mom had prepared fajitas. All the component parts were laid out in front of me in many different bowls.

“You hungry?” Mom asks as she walks in holding a bowl of salad. “Here you should have some of this. Don’t want to ruin that figure with junk food,” She smiles placing the bowl near me.

“Thanks,” I sarcastically reply as I grab some rice.

At this point, Lilly stride in. Still wearing her work stuff and glued to her phone. She takes her usual seat next to me and doesn’t even acknowledge me or Mom.

“Hiya Lilly,” Mom says as she sits down opposite me.

“Hi,” Lilly responds as she puts her phone down on the table and looks up. She at Mom with a confused expression. “Wheres Dad?”

Mom lifts a fork and waves it around. “He’s gone bowling with Steve this evening,” She answers looking a little annoyed.

“So Lilly, how was your day Hunny?” Mom asks.

“Fine,” She answers, scoping rice onto her plate. “I made a sale today and I’m super stoked for the family that brought it!”

“That’s nice sweetie,” Mom replies as she takes a swig of wine.

I could see Lilly turn her head to face me as I took a bit of my fajita. She had an ominous look on her face.

“What did you achieve today Nicholas?” She arrogantly asks. “Did you find a job or are you still out on the street by the end of the week?”

“No,” I retort back, trying not to be riled up by her. “I’ve got an interview this Thursday,” I add as I continue eating some of my food.

In a complete change of attitude, she lets out a little chirp of excitement. “Really?” Lilly asks. “Was it the nurse job?” She adds before I can answer.

“Yeah,” I reply muffled by my mouth full of food.

“Oh, that’s great!” Lilly cheers. “I know you were worried that with your record they wouldn’t even consider you. Dad will be pleased!”

Mom snorts. “Are you sure about that Lilly?” She jokes. “I’m sure he still thinks it’s a woman's job.”

Lilly smiles and looks at me. “Don’t let that put you off though, I’d be super proud of my twin brother if you got it!”

I give her a small smile back. “Thanks, Lils.”

“Are you worried about the interview,” Mom then questions me.

I look at her eye to eye. She has that same protective look, like earlier, that only a mother could do. “Yeah, I have to say, I’m really nervous about it,” I respond with a small nod in agreement. That wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. Would have been hard enough getting the job normally, but getting the job pretending to be my sister, I’m exceptionally nervous about it!

“Want me to go for you?” Lilly interrupts jokingly.

Slightly shocked by her comment, both of us stare at her in disbelief. “Say it again?” I ask.

As much as I was acting shocked, to keep up appearances, It was an idea that had crossed my mind, however, I really didn’t want her having a big one over me like that. I had to do this, for my own sanity. Lilly would never let me live it down!

She smiles as she finishes her mouthful. “Yeah, we’ve done it before. I could put my hair up and stuff a couple of socks down there, and they wouldn’t know any different.”

I stare at her, a little taken back. Little did she know what I had planned. Mom, on the other hand, was laughing like a mad old hag.

“That’s so true!” Mom chuckles. “You two used to trick us all the time! I remember when your father wouldn’t let you grow your hair long anymore, Nic. That way he could tell if you two had swapped outfits.”

“Really? I don’t remember that” Lilly laughs.

“Oh yeah,” Mon grins at us both. “I will always remember the time we went to my sister's wedding. We’d brought you a wonderful little flower girl dress. Do you remember Lilly?”

“Kinda?” Lilly replies. “I remember not wanting to do it. I was worried about all the people looking at me.”

“That’s right!” Mom giggles. “Do you remember Nicholas?”

I roll my eyes. I did very much remember it. I remember it being a very long day.

“I remember yeah. That bloody frilly pink dress you’d brought for Lils,” I respond back. “At the party, all I wanted to do was run around with the other boy, but I wasn’t allowed, encase I ruined my dress. I was very bored.”

“I totally remember now!” Lilly cheers. “I remember dad was so excited I was chatting to all the girls.”

Mom beams a smile at us both. “I think dad made you cut your hair short after that night you know. He was so mad when he found out that his pretty little flower girl, going down the aisle, was his little boy.”

I blush, with embarrassment and look away. Lilly keeps giggling away as she remembers it all.

“I don’t think you’d look so pretty in my dresses now, would you Nick,” She laughs.

I again roll my eyes. I didn’t want to comment. I’d started feeling really uncomfortable with the conversation. If they knew I was wearing a bra and panties. They’d have a field day mocking me. Trying not to seem too suspicious, I stuff another fork full of rice into my mouth.

“I dunno about that Lilly,” Mom remarks as her joking manner was gone. Replaced with a now more serious tone. “This new outfit he has on really gives him a stunning figure. Most girls would die to be as skinny, don’t you think?”

“Mom, come on,” I plea to her. “I’ve already had dad giving me stick! I don’t need it from you too.”

“Sorry baby,” She says reassuringly. “I’m just saying that you too are still extremely similar, even as you both have got older.”

“Yeah, you do look pretty feminine today,” Lilly comments as she leans back on her chair and eyes me up and down. “Your jeans are very tight,” she adds.

“Do I” I respond as nonchalant as I could muster. I was now starting to really feel the pressure. I could feel the sweat of worry building up under the straps of my bra. I needed to get out of this conversation before they ask me to start parading around the room or something.

“Yeah, you do,” Lilly fires back quickly. “I can now see why Mom thinks we could still get away with it. Dressed like that, our shapes aren’t all that different,” She continues saying just as fast.“

Starting to feel extremely tense and going exceedingly red in the face, I turn my attention to my food to avoid any further conversation. I could feel them both burning holes in me with their gawking, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up at them. I started sweating so much, it was becoming hard to hold my fork!

“Oh, Lilly,” Mom says slightly relieving my agony. “Are you still going into the city tomorrow?”

“Yeah, why?” She replies

“Are you staying in a Hotel?”

“The company have got me staying in that fancy place on fifth.” Lilly smiles and gives us both a smug look.

“Do you mind if I tag along? I’ve got some errands to run.” Mom asks pulling a begging face.

“Sure, do you wanna stay over with me? We can have a girl's night out?” Lilly asks as her voice becomes high and enthused.

“It’s a date!” Mom replies with the same high-pitched voice all excited.

Mom turns to me and gives me a worried look. “Do you think you will be ok on your own tomorrow? Dad won’t be back until late, he has some work on.”

This was perfect! Dad was going to be out of the house for most of the day and most importantly, I’m free to use Lilly’s room for my plan! I could really get into her stuff and work out my outfit for my interview. It’s also going to allow me to dress completely feminine. This couldn’t have worked out better! As my mind starts racing with the possibilities,  I try to hide my excitement by looking down at the table.

“Yeah,” I reply, as I talk at my plate of food. “Should be fine.”

“Good,” She chirps.

A silence then fills the room as we all start concentrating on eating, with the occasional look at our phones. By this point in the evening, I was starting to become really fatigued. Wearing my sister's clothing and trying my best to avoid detection was starting to really drain me. The bra had also really started digging into my side too. I can see why some women really don’t like them! I finish up my dinner and make my excuses to retire to my room. I don’t give either of them much opportunity to look at me or what I was wearing, as I bolt for the door and up the stars. I knew that, as hard as today was, tomorrow was going to be harder! Tomorrow, I plan to dress completely feminine. Once my wig and forms arrive, it's goodbye Nicholas, hello Lilly’s secret twin!