South of the Border, Part 3 (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.

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Part 3: The Abuela

The older woman acted as if she expected them. Perhaps she had. She grinned, her prune-like features wrinkling up as she served tea from the small kitchen of the apartment. It wasn’t a massive space, and in fact quite cramped by the two boys-turned-girls’ standards. They were sat awkwardly upon an old couch next to one another, and after so much of the day walking it was actually quite relaxing, though it forced them to once more take in their own changes, from their gorgeous brown skin to their voluptuous curves, to the way their chests rose and fell with their paired breaths. The friends were now a pair of twins, and it was hard not to have some sort of sisterly bond already as they sat waiting with bated breaths.

“How long is this going to take, abuela?” Josefina asked.

Amarissa shushed her. Her friend was always quicker to act, and as her sister she was no different.

“What?” Josefina said. “We’re fucking chicks, chica! We’re meant to be white gringos! We’re meant to have dicks!”

“Such poor language,” the abuela noted. “You’ll never be turned back if you still have dreadful potty mouths like that.”

She brought over some tea on a tray, as well as some fajitas for consumption.

“Go on,” she said in a voice that was far too kindly. “Eat up. They’re not cursed, I assure you. I only cast one of those at a time, and it’s worked well enough. Neither of you have identities now, I’m sure, so I have little doubt you’re starving.”

The two sisters looked at one another briefly, then began eating and drinking. The tea was incredibly refreshing, but it was their stomachs that needed filling. The older woman cackled playfully as they chowed down.

“Well, if I didn’t know you used to be men, I would certainly know now from those table manners. Not exactly lady-like!”

“That’s because we’re not ladies,” Amarissa said, wiping her mouth crudely with her forearms. “We’re guys. We’ve come to change back, and hope that you accept our apologies.”

The abuela sipped her tea slowly, drawing out the tension from her seat opposite them. “Apologies for what? I realise I don’t know your names.”

“Amarissa.”

“Josefina.”

Both exchanged a foul look. They were clearly not the names they wanted to provide. It was enough to make the older woman laugh again.

“Ah, it has been a while since I weaved such an elaborate curse! Good to know that the mental element has worked perfectly. It is lovely to meet you, Amarissa and Josefina. Much better than the two boys I met last night who behaved so horribly with my daughter and her baby and myself.”

Josefina sighed. “We didn’t mean - we were drunk!”

“And this excuses your behaviour?”

The girl bit her tongue. “No, it doesn’t. Look, we’re really sorry and stuff.”

“Sorry for . . ?”

Amarissa took up her friend’s slack. She was usually a bit more verbose and charismatic than Josefina. “For the horrible things we said about you and your daughter and family. For the comments, uh, about big tetas.”

The abuela snorted.

“And the jokes about having babies, and about wanting to find sexy chicas as if they were objects.”

“Yeah, like objects,” Josefina added. “And for being really gross and drunk and loud. That one is more on me.”

The abuela nodded appreciatively, but said nothing more.

“We’ll make it up to you,” Josefina said. “Senora, uhh . . .”

“Senora Lopez,” the woman said, sipping her tea, “but for the role you are playing, perhaps it is best you simply call me Abuela Maria. Or Abuela, for short. After all, if you truly are sorry, that means you’re willing to make amends, yet?”

Amarissa swallowed, detecting a trap. “Amends?”

“Well, you admit you’ve committed a number of transgressions against my family, and made my daughter feel very unsafe. She’s hard at work right now, and I’m tending to her little girl for the day. So I expect you to remain in our current forms a little longer as punishment, and to provide some help for me.”

The two new Mexican girls couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Josefina jumped to her feet, trying to ignore how her various parts shook. “Are you kidding me? This is loco! We said we’re sorry and we mean it! You can’t keep us stuck like this!”

The abuela scowled. “My grandaughter’s name is Sofia, and by the way she is sleeping in the other room, so I must ask that you remain quiet and do not stir her, or else I shall extend your time as a pair of local girls much, much longer.”

Josefina sat back down, deflated.

“Very good. Now, as I was saying, I feel you owe me some amends. Last night was difficult getting little Sofia back to sleep, and it has also meant that my lovely daughter Gabriella is also dealing with lack of sleep - she is a single mother! I think you can imagine that this is most unfair.”

“Si,” Amarissa said. “Of course.” She tried to give a conciliatory smile, hoping for just a day’s work or something to set aside before she could be returned to her body. She didn’t expect the old bruja to propose a much more involved plan.

“Then it is only just that you make up for your misdeeds by spending a whole week helping us out with the baby and running chores to make my daughter and granddaughter’s life easier.”

“A whole week!?” Amarissa gasped, nearly spitting out tea. “That’s totally unfair!”

“Yeah, way too unfair!”

“How long were you vacationing down here?”

“Two weeks!” the new sisters said together.

“Well, I can make it two weeks then, if you’d prefer. But I rather think you’d be more happy losing just half your time down here than all of it, si?”

The girls looked at their busty female forms. It still felt so strange to be women, not to mention ones of another race, and so voluptuous to boot. And that wasn’t even getting into the fact that they were somehow attracted to men now, something neither wanted to fully acknowledge.

“We can’t just give you money or something?” Amarissa suggested, but the indignant scowl from Senora Lopez shut her right up.

“I am far too proud for that!” the woman snapped. “But not so proud to not need help. For the next week - if you want to turn back - you can help me help my family. That means helping with the baby, cleaning the apartment, running chores for me and grabbing my medicine and groceries, and working the toilets. I’m sure I can get you some small jobs to make some money for yourselves on the side, but a portion will have to go to the household. After all, you’ll be helping me cook your meals while you stay here.”

“S-stay here?” Josefina said. “We’re at a fancy hotel, and-”

“No, you are here now, where I can ensure you are on your best behaviour. Besides, here is the only place you’ll have an identity. Congratulations Josefina and Amarissa. You’re my new identical granddaughers from across country! I’m so delighted to have you stay with me!”

The two sisters sagged. They had no choice to go along with this, they knew. No choice, and no chance of turning back unless they acted like good granddaughters.

“Now give your abuela a loving hug!” she said, grinning from ear to ear.

Reluctantly, the two stepped forward to embrace their new abuela, bending over the tiny woman who seemed so fragile before them. Both were deeply aware that they were now living with a powerful bruja, though. And they would be for a whole week.

***

Another apology had to be given later that day when Gabriella came home. By that time, little Sofia had woken up several times, and Senora Lopez had patiently taught the twin sisters how to feed the little baby her bottle, something neither of the former boys ever expected to do so. This process included burping her, helping her calm down after feeding, and changing her nappy. She was also a bit of a vomity baby, and Josefina was particularly disgusting at having to clean up the pearly, scentless vomit.

When Abuela explained the situation to her daughter, the woman took it well, laughing in an amused fashion at the state the girls were now in.

“Well, well,” she mused, “looks like you received a bit of karma, si? Are you enjoying living as a pair of good-looking ‘senoritas’ now? On your summer break no less!”

Amarissa and Josefina were quite dour by this point, and made little effort to show it.

“Oh, don’t worry. My mother means well, though she can go a little too far sometimes. Where is she now?”

“Sleeping in her rocking chair,” Josefina said in a frustrated tone, pointing through to the next room where she was comfortably snoring.

Gabriella smirked. “Good. She deserves the rest. It isn’t her fault my idiota of a boyfriend knocked me up and ran away with no check to speak of, but she has stepped up. Last night you really pissed her off, I can tell you that.”
“We can tell,” Amarissa mused, indicating her busty body.

“Yes, she liked irony. You made a comment about me having big tetas, as I recall her telling me. Well, mine aren’t so small now that I’m feeding, but I bet both of you outclass me, no?”

Indeed, that was the case. Gabriella was actually quite attractive, with just a bit of leftover pudge from birth that her body was working on ridding itself of. But while she had an impressive pair of double-D jugs that she quickly put to use feeding little Sofia when she woke, it was clear that the transformed friends-to-sisters had her beat with their pert E-cups - and they weren’t even a result of producing milk! She looked at the girls with some amusement, waiting for their response.

“It’s weird,” Amarissa said, blushing.

“Super weird.”

“We’re not meant to be like this. Our voices are all strange, and our accents! I can’t help but talk in Spanish!”

Josefina scoffed. “We don’t even know English anymore. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

“No swearing around the baby, thank you.”

They both clamped up. Gabriella already seemed nicer than her mother, if a bit mischievous in her enjoyment of their situation, and neither wanted to stir up even more bad blood.

“I can’t imagine suddenly having those weights on my chest,” she mused. “Mine feel bit and full enough already. Though I must say, if you two wanted to explore what it was like to be on the other side of the club life and really find out what it’s like to be a woman, you’ll have easy luck, looking as you do!”

The pair cringed, Amarissa particularly. She’d been such a womanchaser as a man, and that instinct hadn’t exactly faded away. Instead, she briefly imagined what it would be like to be taken by a hot man, to feel him grope her big tits and brush her womanhood. To insert himself inside her and -

“No way! No way!” she said. “No way, Jose!”

Josefina was in similar agreement to her sister, but even she couldn’t deny that part of her wanted to party and show off her new body. It was like a new instinct, an undercurrent of her male personality needing to express itself through her generously female form. After all, she’d definitely be at the centre of attention now, and get so much pussy. Well, dick . . .

The pair stuttered and stammered, brushing their hair behind their ears and trying to change the conversation so transparently that Gabriella had to contain her laughter to avoid scaring her feeding baby.

“Oh my! My mother can’t help herself. She really did a number on both of you gringos, didn’t she? Well, I can’t say it’s entirely deserved.”

“We really are sorry though,” Amarissa said. “We were both terribly drunk and acting like morons. Look, we’re big party girls - normally girls, I mean girls-”

“I know what you mean.”

“Gracias. We came down here to Cancun to party it up and have sex with hot women. That’s not a crime.”

“It isn’t.”

“But we shouldn’t have acting like a pair of assholes,” Josefina said, finishing her twin’s thoughts, something they were doing a good job of ever since they changed.

“Exactly. We’re sorry for insulting you and making today so hard.”

Gabriella gave an earnest smile. “Forgiven,” she said. “But don’t get your hopes up, I’m not a bruja like my mother. The magic skipped my generation, and I doubt little Sofia here has any affinity. The last bruja in her line was abuela’s great grandmother. So I can’t turn you back.”

The pair sighed. It had been a longshot, though.

“I guess we can last one week helping out,” Amarissa said. “We’ll show we’re worth changing back.”

“Si, we swear it!”

Gabriella nodded. “And I’ll keep my Abuela to her promise, so long as you two are wonderful helpful family members during that time. After all, you’re my nieces now. Congratulations!”

The two couldn’t help but chuckle. They hadn’t even realised the full nature of their position in the family. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad adventure after all?

***

The week passed quicker than either of the new sisters might have expected. Yes, it was weird being in the body of young women, and even more so when they were a different race and culture. They were unaccustomed to the more ordinary living of the Lopez family, and had to share a room space together, though at least that felt a little appropriate given that they were twins now. Still, it was a unique experience for the pair of them, and while they grumbled and complained beneath their breaths sometimes, they ultimately went along with what their new abuela wanted, helping to cook and clean and take care of little Sofia, who was admittedly adorable. Amarissa would never admit it, but her personality in particular seemed to have gained a little bit of a maternal side now that she was a woman, because she was more happy to volunteer for changing duties and bottle feedings than Josefina, who generally preferred to do the outside chores, as befitting her more boisterous personality.

Of course, going outside could be a real danger. Not only were they constantly reminded of their attractiveness when others stared and catcalled and made comments on their bodies, but their bodies in turn responded to this. Sometimes with fear - neither were particularly strong anymore - but other times with an undeniable attraction when a come-on was clever or appropriate enough. Their wardrobes weren’t exactly conservative either: Senora Lopez had managed to temporarily transform some of Gabriella’s pre-maternity clothing for them, but as an amused little touch had ensured that it would be “appropriate to your new bodies and personalities, my dears.”

Suffice to say, this meant that crop tops, short denim shorts, little skirts, and tight dresses were their new coverings. Neither were particularly happy about this, and yet there was no denying that they looked utterly fantastic in them either. More than once, Josefina swung her hips a little more in public when picking up the groceries, letting her generous rear outline against her shorts. Amarissa, not one to be beaten on the seduction front, emphasised her own bust when she walked, until they realised what they were doing and stopped out of shame, usually when Gabriella or their new abuela noticed and had a laughing fit.

There were other difficulties too: feminine hygiene, for one. It wasn’t all instinctual, and between juggling all their house responsibilities and being appropriately apologetic to the Lopez family, the twins had to figure out the basics of makeup and skincare and how to manage their new plumbing. Abuela found this all amusing, but Gabriella stepped up to help teach them.

“They need to learn, mother,” she snapped one morning when Abuela told her to rest up and ‘leave the girls to figure it out.’ “You are punishing them for being inconsiderate. It would be poor manners for us to be inconsiderate in turn.”

Abuela just sighed and gestured agreement. “I have raised far too lovely a daughter, clearly. You are right. I’ll look after little Sofia, then. My darling little granddaughter!”

What followed was a rapid educational program to get the twins up to date on their new bodies and how to manage them, something which neither imagined they’d ever receive, or even need less than a week’s time anyway. Still, they were grateful, particularly Amarissa, who was taking more care in her appearance than she wanted to admit.

Still, neither acted on their new lusts. That was important. Men were now their interest, but both recognised that this was just a short-term thing, and it still grossed out their male pride. What they could do was indulge in those fantasies in a much more private way. Without speaking of it, or communicating it with each other, the latina twins found times to be alone in their room while the other was out and the rest of the house was busy or asleep. And during that time Amarissa or Josefina would finally give in and feel up their new bodies, caressing their breasts and fondling their nipples, and lowering their soft hands down to their lower lips to rub their sensitive pussies. To say the pleasure was outstanding would be selling it short: their sex drives were fairly voracious, and while it was unavoidable to occasionally mumble and moan and imagine a virile man ploughing their depths, both managed to keep a tight lid on their activities. At least, that’s what they hoped. Gabriella sometimes had a knowing smirk, as did their abuela. They were thankful no word was said, however, except for one comment the bruja made once: “Ah, to be young again.”

Both got quite red in the cheek about that, Josefina especially, since she’d just come out of the room looking a lot more relaxed and happy.

***

The week had passed, and both former men were greatly looking forward to being men again. They had learned a lot of Spanish they wished to retain, and gained skills in cooking and cleaning that the two entitled boys would probably never have developed. More than that, they had developed a stronger sense of empathy. Which was not to say that they were suddenly enlightened figures - Amarissa was keen to get back to seducing hot chicks and Josefina partying up and drinking - but they wouldn’t be doing so to so much excess in the future, and both had a feeling that this past week would continue to influence them.

“Almost going to miss my big tetas,” Amarissa remarked as they both carried the groceries to the door of the apartment.

“Me too, but at least we can still feel some ripe ones when we turn back.”

“Dios mio, it’s going to be good to be horny for a girl, for a change.”

“And to be able to relax, sis. And to not be sisters.”

Amarissa laughed. “We’re practically sisters already, Josefina! I mean sisters. Ugh, you know what I mean.”

“Sure do. Damn, these bags are heavy. Can’t wait to have my jacked arms back as well.”

“You always were the more jacked one.”

“Ha! You know it! You think they’re all worried about us?”

Amarissa sighed. They’d both seen the news article about them missing, but they’d managed to get Abuela to help them send a message out to indicate they were safe. She’d used a bit of magic for that, but hadn’t allowed them their bodies back.

“Maybe. The message should be enough, but hopefully we can just get back to the hotel and pretend we were on the biggest bender ever. Shouldn’t be too unbelievable for you, Josie.”

Josefina laughed. “Well, I know now not to party too hard.”

They reached the apartment in high spirits, chatting about the parties and girls they planned to have when they were back, but also reminding themselves to steer clear of this particular neighbourhood again.

Only for the pair to suddenly pause when they heard crying within. After a brief shared glance the two transformed sisters strode forth into the living room, their hearts filling with an uncertain dread. And for good reason: Gabriella was on her knees, face flooded with tears as she held her mother’s hand. The abuela was sat in her favourite rocking chair, utterly still.

“Mother! Mother! No, no, no, no! Please mother, please no!”

The two girls dropped their groceries as one, twins in every way. Both ran to the old abuela’s side, hearts beating frantically as the dawning horror rose upon them. Gabriella’s mournful face summoned their worst fears, and a check of the woman’s pulse only confirmed them.

Senora Maria Lopez was dead. The bruja had gone peacefully in her sleep.

They were stuck as they were.

To Be Continued . . .