South of the Border, Part 2 (Mexican Twin Sisters TFTG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt

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

First Part

Second Part 

Part 2: The Aftermath

The two hot hispanic women looked at one another, utterly freaked out. Several men approached them, and women too, asking if they were okay. Asking in Spanish. Spanish which they somehow understood fluently. The two new women had to excuse themselves awkwardly, Angus grabbing the hand of her friend and pulling her out of the club. It was still night, though heading towards morning, and it was only in the glow of the lights outside the bar that the two transformees could grapple with their changes.

“My chest is moving. I’ve got tits!” Jared cried.

“Me too, sister. I mean, sister. Ugh! Something is weird about my mind, too. I’m wearing a fucking crop top and skirt!”

“Mine is pink! God, these tits are hanging out the bottom too they’re so big!”

“Mine is worse!”

“No sis, look at me!”

But then they paused, taking in the other more than themselves for the first time. It was like looking into a warped mirror: they were both identical in nature, as if they were twins. Twin hermanas. Sisters! Each gaped, trying to figure out what was happening, if they were drunk or high. The latter seemed the best option. But then why were they only thinking in Spanish? Why was English hard for them to even say? When Angus spoke, it was with a sexy Mexican accent, and entirely in her new native language, no trace of English whatsoever.

“Jared, are you seeing yourself as a woman too? You are Jared, right?”

Jared nodded, eyes wide. She was utterly gorgeous, which meant that Angus was too. Both had full, dark lips and large eyes, their eyebrows thick yet feminine, their dark hair long and slightly curly, giving them the exotic look they’d both been very much into, especially Angus. Irony of ironies that he was now literally inside the busty body of an incredibly curvaceous Mexican party girl, when he’d been wanting to get with one more than anything during this spring break trip.

“Si,” Jared said. “Si. Si. Si. It’s me. Si. It’s me. Si.”

She was breathing heavily, hyperventilating. She continued to say ‘yes’ over and over again like a broken record until Angus crossed the small space between them and slapped her lightly across the face, breaking her out of it.

“Sorry! I was - what’s happened to us? Is this real?”

“Tell me what you see when you look at me.”

For a moment, Jared grinned, eyeing Angus up and down. “I see a really, really sexy Mexican chick with a totally sweet rack.”

Angus’ shoulders sagged, which only had the effect of making her boobs wobble in her revealing crop top, their marvellous cleavage on display to the point where a wardrobe accident was being teased. “I see the same looking at you,” she replied. “What the actual fuck? How could this happen?”

Jared was not usually the brighter of the pair, but he was the first to make the deduction.

“That old abuela who said she was cursing us! She said all those strange things!”

Angus clenched her fists, remembering. The pair were still tipsy, and with their new feminine hormones they were even more flooded with emotion than ever. She had to blink back tears, she was so angry and humiliated.

“She said she would curse us for being a pair of misogynistic gringos,” Angus said, remembering as well as she could. She looked down at her breasts, perfect full teardrops that were full and brown and perfect. “She fucking made us experience what it’s like to have bit tetas and to be twins.”

“Twins?”

“Josefina, look at us in the window of the bar! We look fucking identical! We’re even dressed identically, and with the same long hair style. The only difference is that our clothes are different colours!”

‘Josefina’s’ jaw dropped as she took this in. Not only was she now female, and brown, and only capable of speaking Spanish, but she was now also the sister to her best friend.

“T-twin sisters,” she mumbled, eyes wide. “Twin sisters. Amarissa, this is crazy!”

‘Amarissa’ turned. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said, this is crazy.”

“No, Josefina, you called me Amarissa!”

“That’s your name - wait, hang on. Dios mio, this is getting loco!”

The pair freaked out again. It was as if one final mental change had been draped over them, and now they were complete. It was impossible not to think of themselves as female, despite having a lifetime of experience as men. And now just men: the kind of dudes who fucked hot women and partied hard as the alphas of their frat. Who were so buried in masculinity that women were little more than a sexy commodity to them.

At least, that’s what they had been.

Now, the former Angus and Jared were stuck with feminine names and feminine identities, and even that was making them tear up.

“Stop fucking c-crying!” Amarissa spat at Josefina.

“Y-you’re crying too!”

“I’m not! I’m just - oh God, this is a nightmare. Why the fuck am I crying? I can’t stop my emotions from flowing. This is shit!”

“So shit, sis!”

“I’m not your sis, sis!”

“Ugh!”

They both raged for a moment, alone out on the dark street outside the still-open bar. Both were utterly unused to their new bodies: the way they swayed, how their hips rocked, and even the lower centre of gravity . . . except where their massive tits were concerned. Several times they each moved to adjust their breasts, trying to keep them more snugly in their crop tops, but there was nothing stopping them from showing themselves off, and nothing to prevent that either. Even their midriffs were exposed, and what gorgeous toned bellies they had at that. Exactly the kind of bodies that Amarissa would have gone wild for. Josefina, being the former party sensation, would have prided herself on throwing the kind of bash that would bring such hot twins in, and no doubt the two friends would have tried to score a twin each.

Instead, someone else was hoping to instead.

“Holy shit! I see a pair of hot chicas, fellas!”

The pair turned to see a couple of men, also drunk, approaching. They were not locals, both being white and about their age.

“Fuck yeah,” the other said. “How are you going, lovely senoritas? Looking to party with some guys who’ll know how to treat you to a good time?”

Their accents sounded English. One was licking his lips, and the other was staring intently at Amarissa’s breasts. She covered them instinctively, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

“N-no! I’m having a private conversation with my sister!”

Is what she meant to say. And she did say it: in Spanish. And that was when the next mental change occurred. The two men laughed, and one threw out another line that was clearly a come-on. Judging from his gesticulation, he was now talking about Josefina’s perfectly pert ass against her tight mini-skirt, but that was only a guess.

“I - I can’t understand you anymore!” Josefina cried. “What language are you speaking?”

“They’re speaking ingles, stupido,” Amarissa said, trying to keep her calm. “We’ve lost our ability to understand it.”

“What!? No!”

The other man chuckled, wandering closer. Stumbling a little, in fact. He wasn’t bad looking, but he stank of alcohol, and reeked of ill intent. He drew close to Josefina, who was trying to prove her nonexistent manhood by standing her ground even as Amarissa drew back a little. Then the man said something while looking at Josefina’s chest, and she could just make out one word: “Tetas.”

He reached out and groped her.

Several things happened all at once. Josefina immediately felt a surge of embarrassment and hatred. She was vulnerable and overwhelmed, and the fact that his hands squeezing her boobs through her top felt kinda nice only made it all the worse.

The second was that she slapped him. Hard.

The third thing was that the man tried to pull her forward to kiss him on his lips.

And the fourth thing was that Amarissa screamed like an Amazonian warrior and surged forward to push the man over. He stumbled back, collapsing back against his friend, who shouted something angrily.

“Let’s get out of here! Back to that woman!”

“Where is she?” Josefina asked, but Amarissa was already pulling her away.

“We’ll find out once we’re away from those disgusting gringos!”

They ran, evading the men’s shouts.

***

The pair of feminised former men wandered the streets of Cancun up and down. They knew the house was on the outskirts, but island-linked design made it hard to even navigate back to the mainland area where those suburbs would even be. They’d wandered far in their partying, and now the panic over what had happened was making it difficult to not only retrace their steps, but navigate what would normally be easily navigable. And the whole time this was happening, they still had to contend with being a pair of hot young hispanic women who were tired, getting hungover, and getting catcalled by a seemingly endless parade of tourists and local men alike.

“I love me some twins!”

“Nice tetas!”

“Shake those hips, baby!”

“Mhmm-hmm! Love to watch you both walk away!”

“Ever up for a threesome? No? I’m more than enough for two!”

“Bless your mother for bringing you into the world, because you are fiiiiine!”

“What a pair of chicas!”

Not all of it was in a language they could understand, but the intent was clear. The pair were rapidly developing a form of safety radar that all women everywhere grow up with. Neither Josefina nor Amarissa had ever put much thought into women’s own concerns beyond the realm of the sexual - and even that came from self-centred interest - but now they were having to adjust rapidly to living as women, and all the vulnerability that came with it. The fact that a passerby had actually dared to grope both their asses at once before running off had been the height of humiliation. Josefina had wanted to chase them, but Amarissa had to remind her that they were not strong anymore, not even close.

“We have to focus on getting back to that bitch of an abuela, apologising if we need to and playing nice and shit, and then getting her to turn us back. Si?”

Josefina sighed. “Si. God, I’m so hungry. Can I at least have some food?”

Amarissa paused, and her eyes went wide. “We don’t have any money or identities, remember? All that shit went the second we finished changing.”

“Can’t we beg?”

“Please, we’ll have a bunch of horny dudes wanting to fuck us in exchange for giving us treats. We’ve been on the other side of that, Josefina.”

But both their stomachs rumbled in unison, appropriately enough given their new twin nature. They were famished, and the fact was that with the loss of so much muscle, walking the city was now tiring.

“We’ll just have to endure and figure it out, dude. Think of it this way: we suffer now, change back, and then forget this shit ever happened. We’ll track down some girls that look as hot as we do now, and fuck them until we forget for real.”

Josefina laughed. “And I’ll get so drunk I won’t remember doubly. Though I doubt we’ll find chicas as good as us, huh? These are some ripe tetas!”

Amarissa actually managed a giggle. She was annoyed at how softly sensual her voice was, but she couldn’t deny Josefina’s words. They really were the hottest of the hot. It was torture, to be so close to what they wanted yet impossibly far. Josefina felt that way too, and was musing on the same. And then suddenly, salvation, or at least a form of it, seemed a lot closer.

“Amarissa! Look!”

She pointed a finger towards a nearby breakfast place.

“We don’t have pesos.”

“No, look! It’s our Spring Break crew!”

Sure enough, it was them. Several of their compatriots, including Sam, Dylan, Lilly, and Amanda were all seated under the shade, enjoying some morning light cocktails and fine Mexican breakfasts. They wore their sunglasses and summer dresses (shorts and Hawaiian shirts for the boys) like the archetypical tourist group. They seemed to be having a good time.

“Let’s go to them!” Josefina exclaimed. “They can help us!”

She ran forward, even when Amarissa called for her to stop. It was classic Jared of the past though, never quite thinking ahead. He moved with alacrity to the shaded outside area where the group was sitting.

“Sam! Lilly! Dylan! Amanda! It’s me! Josefina! I mean, your friend who disappeared last night! You’ve got to help us. We were transformed into these sexy senoritas and now I’m wearing a crop top and skirt and I’m brown and I can only understand and speak . . . Spanish.”

The group looked at her like she was a wild woman as Amarissa caught up. They talked to one another, keeping their voices low and clearly discussing who on earth this strange woman was. Dylan indicated for her to sit though, and she did, even as Amarissa hissed at her to stop.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“He recognises me!”

“None of our friends speak Spanish!”

But they could understand their own names being told. Josefina held out hope, repeating them while pointing. “Dylan. Sam. Lilly. Amanda.”

They were confused, though not rude about it. They were clearly trying to ask her who she was and how she knew them. Sam seemed to make a realisation, but from his gesticulation it was obvious that he thought she served them last night.

“No! No! I’m your friend! For God’s sake, Sam, we’ve talked about hot chicas together before. I dated your sister!”

“It won’t work. Josefina, let’s get out of here. We’re going to get kicked out soon anyway!”

Josefina was about to try a new track when things went sideways. Dylan, who had sometimes been her partner in crime and wingman when Amarissa wasn’t around, began to lower his hand. He placed it on her perfect brown thigh, stroking it softly as he leaned towards her. Josefina went bug-eyed, and scrambled backwards, nearly toppling over.

“You idiot!” she screeched to the confused man. “I wasn’t coming on to you!”

“I told you this was stupid sis!”

Josefina placed her hands on the table, accidentally giving everyone a look at her perfect breasts. Sam was transfixed, and for the first time she realised he had a nice jawline. A very handsome one. Amarissa noticed the same, and it made her nipples throb for a moment. Both shut those thoughts away quickly.

“You all suck!” Josefina cried.

And then she snapped a plate of huevos rancheros and ran for it, scoffing it down as quickly as she could. Amarissa was so struck that for a moment she didn’t move. Then, without waiting any further, she grabbed Lilly’s meal and ran for it too.

The two women fled, their curves jiggling heavily, from the restaurant, even as several people tried to chase them. Like cartoon characters, they ate down what they could to give them the strength to outrun their pursuers. They lose them a block later, but the embarrassment would chase them a while further yet.

***

It took far too long to find the old bruja’s house again. The twin girls were utterly tired by that point. Like a pair of actual sisters, they even had their hands around each other’s waists, leaning against one another as they walked as if in solidarity. The comments hadn’t stopped, though some nice women had complimented them on their styles. It had actually been oddly nice to hear, in fact.

What hadn’t been nice, however, was the realisation that their sexualities had flipped. It had been after the two had looked at Sam’s impressive jawline and wonderfully manly shoulders. Neither talked about it much, but they occasionally pointed out a sexy woman - Mexican or foreign - who was wandering the streets in a revealing outfit, and both acted like they were definitely, totally into her.

But they weren’t, and they both knew it.

Instead, whenever they passed a well-muscled man, or cute pretty boy, or hard working local fella with a rugged look on his face, they couldn’t help but turn their heads a little and drink it in. There were a lot of attractive men in Cancun, and only just now were they noticing. Occasionally, they even let it slip.

“Mhm,” Amarissa moaned, being the more horny of the pair. “Nice muscles on that one.”

“Super nice. Fuck, I bet he could lift me right up and - shit.”

“Fuck.”

“Let’s keep moving.”

“Goddamn it, why are we bisexual?”

“Sure. Bisexual. Lots of hot women around here.”

It was a cover, and they both knew it, but they needed the shared fantasy of still having some attraction to the fairer sex. Anything else would be too humiliating to confront. Thankfully, they might not have to confront it too much longer, because just as all hope seemed to be lost, the pair rounded a corner, and the tired events of last night came back in a rush. There, up the street, was the place where the abuela bruja was staying to help her daughter and her baby. Where they had been loud and ignorant and rude and gotten themselves cursed into these sexy latina bodies as a result.

And best of all, that very same abuela was visible in the side yard, hanging up wet clothing on a line, ready to be baked by the Mexican sun.

“Finally!” Amarissa exclaimed. “It’s time to turn back, sister.”

“Fuck yeah, sis.”

They didn’t even fight against the label this time. It felt appropriate for the pair. The two sisters marched forwards to confront the woman who had cursed them. Their boobs bounced, their hips swayed, but all the femininity in the world couldn’t stop their male confidence as they advanced. They reached the homestead, and the abuela still hadn’t noticed them. Her back was to them.

“Hey, abuela,” Josefina said. “We need to talk.”

The woman turned her head just slightly enough to see them, and then she grinned.

“You’re right, young girls, we do. Come on in. I’ll make us some tea.”

To Be Continued . . .