Twins (Patreon)

Siblings will do a lot for each other.

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Brittany handed her twin brother the card. “Here, dear brother. This came in the post. It's from Mr. Moore.”

Andrew reclined in his chaise lounge, his breasts exposed, and Brittany fought not to avert her gaze. She still wasn’t used to the feminized condition of his body. Then again, neither was he.

“Whatever that note says,” Brittany said. “It has been nice since he went overseas on his business trip. I’m sure you’ve appreciated the break from pretending to be his wife.”

Andrew looked up at her sharply. “I only wish I was pretending. But my marriage to him is as real as these tits.”

Brittany bit her lip. “I'll forever be sorry for the day I got us jobs here.”

Andrew sighed. “It’s not your fault. They were good jobs for a while. I enjoyed being the gardener.”

Andrew could still remember the day he noticed Mr. Moore watching him. Initially, he wondered if he was gay. That would've been uncomfortable, but not too troubling. The truth, however, turned out to be far worse: Moore saw something in Andrew, some kind of feminine beauty he wanted to 'unlock.'

One day, he approached Andrew with an insane proposal: “There is something about you, Andrew. I don't know how, but I believe you will make a beautiful woman.”

“I have no desire to be a woman.”

Moore laughed. “You're wrong, Andrew. You are a woman inside and out, you just don't realize yet. And I want you to be my woman.”

“Sir,” Andrew said carefully. “Perhaps my twin sister...”

“No! She has nothing on you. There is something irresistible in your gaze, your intellect…” Moore shivered. “But, if you do this, Brittany will never want for anything in her life, and neither will you. I'm willing to pay her a million dollars, plus you will live in luxury for the rest of our days.”

Andrew gulped. It was a fortune, but that still wasn’t enough to tempt him. “And if I say no?”

Mr. Moore smiled. “Then your sister won't get any money. But you'll become my woman all the same.”

With no choice, Andrew’s life became a living nightmare. The estrogen changed him in so many ways. He grew weak, his muscles atrophied, and he grew breasts and curves. But the worst part was how much he hated himself for what he’d become. He couldn't even bring himself to look at his sister as his breasts grew, and his body softened. He’d be forever grateful for her staying on as the maid even with the money. It was the only way for her to remain close to him and comfort him as he transformed.

“What does the card say?” Brittany asked.

Andrew shrugged. “It's nothing really, just about how he'll be home tomorrow.”

Brittany exhaled. “That's too bad. I was hoping we'd have more time together.”

“Don't worry, we'll still have plenty of time when he's dead.”

Brittany’s eyes watered. “What if he doesn’t die for a long time? He’s only seventy.”

“I don’t know, but I can't go on forever like this. I'm not a woman, I'm not a man, I'm just a parody of both.”

Brittany's voice trembled as she asked, “You don't think he'll make you have the final surgery, do you?”

Andrew's reply was blunt: “He's made me do everything else.”

Brittany cried, and Andrew held her tight. He couldn't cry, not anymore. He'd done too much of that when he was still a man, still changing. Now he had to be a strong woman. For himself, and for his sister.

“We'll get out of this somehow,” he lied.