Becoming My Twin Sister (Chapter 1) Early Access (Patreon)

This is a new story that i'm writing. 

The basic idea is that, Nicholas has to assume the idenity of his twin sister, Lilly. He does this in order to get a job he really wants. He also assumes her idenity without her knowledge. Meaning he is borrowing her clothes and makeup in secret. Will get found out? Does he get the job and have to work as a woman? Please let me know what you think of the first chapter below!

Secret Twin Sister

Chapter 1

I’m alone, sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen in complete silence. The artificial glow of the laptop screen gently highlights my lonely, dejected figure as I hold my head in my hands. I’d been staring at the screen for hours, not moving once from my seat. My family had gone to bed hours ago and yet here I am, still sitting in front of the same email I’d open after dinner.

“What am I going to do!” I mummer as I look up from my hands and read the email again.

The email was from the local training hospital. I’d not been able to go to education, due to issues in my past, but I was desperate to make something of myself. I wanted to prove to everyone that I wasn’t a complete waster and that I wasn’t stupid! I’d applied for a nursing internship, in the hope that I could learn on the job and get my qualifications that way, without stepping foot in another school. I hadn’t told anyone in my family about this, as I never thought I’d get it. Sadly, I was right.

“We reject to inform you that due to your criminal record, we can not take you on for this role,” I read out to myself, mocking It as much as I could.

I sigh and return my head to my hands. This was my chance! They only have one space a year and I’m not going to get it! My past had blown it for me!

“Fuck it!” I exclaim as I roll my head around in my hands. “Why did I steal that fucking car!? Such an idiot!”

I hadn’t told my parents that I was applying for this, due to being a little embarrassed about wanting to become a male nurse. Silly really, but that’s just how it's been. I know they’d be proud of me and with the recent pandemic, I thought working as a nurse would make me happy also. Would give me a reason to get up in the morning.

I guess it doesn’t matter now, I didn’t get it! I’d always doubted myself with anything like this. Unlike my identical twin sister Lilly, she would have got in no issues at all. It's so frustrating! She’s so smart and talented at everything she does. Good thing she’s already got a job, or I’d never get a look in.

That’s when I looked back up from my hands and started typing. As an ironic, self-deprecating joke, I started filling out another application form. This time as my twin sister Lilly.

“Want another job Lilly,” I smirk as I click the send button.

Yawning and slapping the laptop lid closed in annoyance, I continue sitting in the silent pitch-black room. I roll myself off the stool and reach for my phone. Flicking up, I turn the phone’s flashlight on and start navigating my way to my room. Tiptoeing around, trying my best not to wake anyone as I creep into my room. Gently placing my phone onto my side table, It lights up the room. I could see dust flecks floating around in the phone's light as I flip open my bedsheets and jump in.

“What the hell am I going to do!” I mutter to myself again as my head hits the pillow.

I lay still for a little while, just watching the dust flecks float about in the light. I couldn’t get my mind to stop grinding away. I’d really started worrying. If I didn’t get a job this summer, my parents had threatened to kick me out!

“Crap,” I grumble. “Looks like I’m going to have to take a crap job somewhere and have my soul crushed!”

Rolling onto my side, I reach out for the phone and turn the flashlight off. Even though the room was now dark, I couldn’t close my eyes. I knew tomorrow, I’d have to start looking for another job! Thankfully, the house was going to be empty tomorrow, so a late start was on the cards.

Eventually, my mind switched off enough for me to go to sleep. I awake the next morning, all twisted in my bedsheets and rather disoriented. Stretching and reaching for my phone, I look at the time. It was eight in the morning, well before my alarm was due to go off! Feeling a bit grumpy, I slam the phone back down on the side table and throw the sheets over my head.

“Not today Satin,” I mutter as I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep.

Squeezing my eyes tight, I found that going back to sleep wasn’t an option. The noise my family was making around the house was criminal! I knew they had places to be, but did they have to make so much fucking noise? Lilly was the worst, that’s for sure. Her bedroom was up against mine and the sound of her hair drying whining away was like nails on a chalkboard!

“Lilly!” I shout as I bang my hand on the wall. “Turn that thing off!”

Success! She turned it off. I wasn’t expecting that!

“Shut up Nick!” She shouts back.

Lilly then turns the accursed thing back on as I put a pillow over my head and hold my face into the bed, to drown out the sound. It didn’t work! I could still hear its dull whining. Throwing the pillow halfway down the bed, I sit up and bang my fist on the wall a second time.

“Lilly!” I scream again. “Can’t you do that later!”

“No, you idiot,” She shouts back louder this time as she didn’t turn it off.

There was no way I was going back to sleep now! I flick the covers off me and sit up on the edge of the bed. I let out a huff as I wipe the crust away from my eyes. I needed to piss, that was my first port of call before I could even contemplate the day. I swing open the door and drag myself to the nearby bathroom.

On leaving the bathroom, still just walking around in my boxer, I come face to face with Lilly in the hallway. She’d got her heels on again, which gave her maybe two inches of height over me! I’d always been just slightly taller growing up, but when she wore her work stuff, her heels always gave her a slight advantage. She knew I hated it.

“Gross!” She greeted me with a snooty demeanor, looking my almost naked body up and down. “When are you going to sort your life out, Nick?”

“When you stop waking me up with your stupid hairdryer!” I retort back as I push past her, heading back to my room.

“I need to look good for my work!” She replies. “Don’t be such a jerk, you’d understand if you were a woman.”

“Sure,” I answer back as I shut my bedroom door behind me.

“It’s called working on my appearance Nick,” She continues arguing through the closed door. “You’d never survive as a woman!”

Not wanting Lilly to have the last word, I turn around and swing open the door. I’m greeted by her angry, huffing face. I give her a stupid smile.

“Well, good thing I’m not a lady isn’t it!” I jokingly reply with my stupid expression.

Lilly just huffs and turns herself, to look away, with a sassy hair flick. Her long blonde hair hits me in the face, which I’m sure is what she intended to happen. I shake my head, as I watch her make her way to the staircase and awkwardly start going down. Her heels were making it hard for her her I couldn’t help but be amused. She looked like a deer that’s just learned to walk.

“Looking good, Lil,” I remark sarcastically.

She holds tight on the railing and turns her face to look at me. “I’d like to see you were these things!” She snorts.

“Well, maybe when dad kicks me out and I have to sell my body on the streets, you’ll get your wish!” I mock in reply.

Lilly huffs and continues walking like an idiot, down the stairs.

“Just get a job, Nicholas,” she says without turning to look back at me.

I do my best to laugh off her comment, but I knew she was right. It pains me inside to admit that. I thought with the nurse internship, I was at least going into something I wanted to do. Helping people would have been great! Now I barely want to get dressed!

Stepping back into my room, I knew I couldn’t just crawl into bed. I had to get up and get going! I didn’t want to call my parents bluff. I didn’t fancy living on the street.

Grabbing some sweat pants and the t-shirt I wore last night, I throw them on and make my way downstairs. Walking through the hallway, towards the kitchen, I could hear Lilly and Mom talking in the living room. I didn’t want either of them to bother me, so I kept quiet and walked into the kitchen, and sat at the breakfast bar. Allowing the morning sun to warm my back, I just stare at my closed laptop and listen in to Mom’s and Lilly’s conversation.

“Is dad really going to kick him out?” I hear Lilly ask outright, clearly not knowing that I’m listening in.

“Yeah, we just feel he needs a kick up the backside,” I hear Mom unconvincingly reply.

“Do you really believe that or is that just what Dad had said?” Lilly responds a little bit frustrated.

A small smile creeps across my face as I hear Lilly defend me. We give each other shit all the time, but she cares about me! Well, I guess, they do say identical twins are linked somehow. Like our souls are intertwined or some shit like that. Either that, or there is something in it for her.

“Do be like that Lilly” Mom replies as her voice gets louder and louder.

As Mom strolls into the room, I give her a small fright. She wasn’t expecting me to be sitting at the breakfast bar. I flip open my laptop, as she enters the room, trying my best to act nonchalant and not at all like I was listening in to their conversation.

“Oh,” She shrieks a little. “Morning, did you sleep well?”

“Dandy,” I reply as I pretend to focus on my laptop's sign-in screen.

“Good,” she chirps as she walks past. “How's the job hunt going?”

“Great!” I lie as I still just stare at the screen, hoping she’d just leave the room.

“Mom, you both need to give him more time!” Lilly blurts as she comes into the room, completely unaware of me, due to staring down at her phone.

“He’s had enough time,” Mom answers back as she leans against the kitchen cupboards. “Haven’t you Nicholas?”

Lilly looks up from her phone and with a slightly embarrassed look and gives me a smile. “Sorry, Nick,” She says as she comes over to me and gently rests a hand on my shoulder. “I tried to help.”

“It's ok,” I mutter.

“God, you two are so alike.” Mom scoffs. “Always sticking up for each other, no matter what!

She puts her hand to her face and sighs. “Still, that doesn’t change anything, ok!?”

The tension in the room was almost poppable. I could feel just how uncomfortable they both felt having been caught discussing me. The silence in the room was just as terrible. Mom just stood looking out of the window and Lilly just kept tapping at her phone. I wasn’t going to be the one to break the stand-off! To distract from the situation, I type in my password, hoping for them both to leave the room.

“Mom, I need to go,” Lilly says with concern as she checks the time. “Are you ready to go?”

“Sure sweetie, let me just grab my keys.”

As they both leave the room in a hurry, I place my hands into my head and sigh. I listen to them both shuffle around for a moment or two until I hear the front door open and shut with a thud. Huffing again, I look at my laptop screen and scream! What I need is someone to give me a break!

Just at the moment, I hear a notification ping from my emails. Running my fingers through my hair to the back of my head, I stare at the email inbox. It was another email from the hospital! Could this be it? Could this be the break needed? Did they make a mistake and now they are hoping I’m still interested?

I feel a tingle of excitement build in my body as I read the subject line. I read it over and over again. I never thought the three words little words could make me feel so joyful.

“Next step interview!” I screech out! “Get in!”

Shaking with nerves and anticipation, I slide the pointer over to the email and double click. It felt like my heart was skipping beats as the email opened in front of me. I’m greeted by a paragraph of text and I instantly focus on a particular area.

“Interview Thursday at 2pm,” I read aloud. “Fuck yes!” I raise my hands into the sky like I just don’t care!

I start doing a little jig and dance. I could not believe it! My shitty mood was turned around in an instant! Maybe this was the start of things going my way! If I didn’t know any better, I’d be sure it was a dream. Instead of pinching myself, I read the email again to be one hundred percent sure I wasn’t mistaken.

“Yada yada, great application,” I read out with little care. “Yada yada, interview Thursday at 2pm. Yada yada, thank you for applying, L Smith. We can’t wait to meet you”

I totally have an interview! I raise my hands up above my head once again and shake around. I have to go sort what I’m going to wear! Slamming both my hands down on the bar, I push away the stool I was sitting on. It screeches as it rubs against the floor. Although it was only Monday, I still felt the need to go prepare. I mean, this was the roof over my head in question!

“I need to go iron my shirt!” I say joyfully as I leave the kitchen and head upstairs.

I bound up the stairs and skip steps as I do. I was rushing and skipping around like a schoolboy who’d eaten too much sugar! I could hear the floorboards creak as I exuberantly bounced from the top of the staircase and into my room. Pushing open the door with my entire body, it swings opening, cracking against the skirting board.

“Ah crap,” I mutter as I stop the door dead before it swings back to hit me.

Stepping over several dirty plates from dinners this week and the piles of odd dirty clothes, I make my way to my closet. I reach in and pull out my favorite white shirt. The shirt that I’d got lucky in many times! Not job hunting lucky. The female kind of lucky.

Without taking it off the hanger, I press the shirt up against my body, checking it still looks good on me as I pose into the mirror. As I admire myself, my subconscious sends a surge of negativity and doubt to my brain. I see my face go from one pure joy to one of worry. I slowly drop the hanger and my lucky shirt to the side. I sent a joke application off in Lilly’s name! Was that email for her?

“I best go just double-check,” I say with doubt as I place the shirt back on the rail.

I was hoping for the best but wasn’t sure. I had to go downstairs and just read the email again, to be one hundred percent sure. I was no longer skipping like I was a few seconds ago. I pace down the stairs. Stomping my feet as I go. My body had started shaking and my breathing heavy, with worry, as I sit at the breakfast bar once again. I swipe my finger against the trackpad, waking it up. My focus was razor-sharp as the screen lit up and the email came into view.

“Fuck!” I shout out as I slam my hands down flat on the counter with an almighty thud. “Dear Lilly Smith!”

The fucking email was addressed to Lilly! I couldn’t believe it! What a bloody idiot. I’d got all excited over nothing! My joke application just bit me on the ass big time!

“This is bull shit!” I cry out as I put my head In my hands.

I sat still and in silence with my head in my hands, for what felt like hours. What was I going to do? I shake my head in disbelief.

“Aaargh!” I cry out.

I stand up, throwing the stool back with force, as it almost falls to the floor. I slam the laptop closed as I turn around a start moving around. I could feel the heat of anger building up inside me as well as the crippling worry at the back of my mind.

Stomping and pacing backward and forward around the room I put my hands behind my head and sigh. This was the same old story for me. Even when we were both young, people would want to be her friend, not mine. Now we are older, but it is still the same. The employers want her and not me!

“Why do you get all the breaks,” I complain to a nearby picture of Lilly. “You don’t know how lucky you are! Why do they always want you and never me!”

I pick up the picture frame, which digs into my palm as I grab it tightly. I shake it around in a theatrical manner. “Why!” I scream into the picture.

I could feel the tears building up behind my eyes as I looked into the smiling face of my smug twin sister. Those familiar feelings of rejection holding me tight. In hopelessness, I Fall into a pile on the floor, still gripping the frame tight. I wipe my eyes as I continue gawking at the smug picture of my lucky sister.

Then an idea hit me like a thunderbolt. I started stared intensely at the picture, which wasn’t just Lilly. I was also in the picture. My stupid face was also smiling back at me. I could obviously tell me and her apart, but could people who didn’t know us? Being identical twins, we do like extremely similar. More similar than I’d care to admit.

We’d done the whole switching clothes thing when we were younger, to fool our parents. I remember one time, wearing my sister's pink frilly dress all day, how no one knew I wasn’t her. We both found it hilarious when our Mom and Dad called each other names. I also recall one time after school, when Lilly had cut her hair shorter, I wore her uniform home. If I remember right, she wanted to go out with friends, but she had homework to finish, so I took her place so that our parents wouldn’t know.

I start smiling to myself as I remember the feeling of walking home, wearing her tights, pleated skirt pumps, with my makeup done and hair all pretty. I didn’t think we’d get away with it, but we did! My impression of her was pretty good! That got me thinking. Was this still possible? Could I do the interview as her?

I do look somewhat feminine compared to the classic alpha male and I’ve pretended to be her before. What is possible? I put my fingers to my chin as I think it through.

“Hmmm,” I think. “Maybe?”

I stand up, with a bit of renewed vigor. With care, I place the picture frame back on the side. I immediately start pacing around the room again with the cogs in my brain turning as I do. I’d pretended to be her before, but would it be worth doing the interview as her? What would I do if I got a job as her?

I rub my chin hard as I really start considering my options. It felt like a dumb idea but I also kinda felt like it would work. I stop pacing and look at the picture of her once more.

“Right,” I say to the picture, “Here’s the plan. I do the interview as her. If I get the job, I will go to work and pretend to be her for a few weeks or months. Once I’ve proved myself, I will tell the truth, and then hopefully they would accept me. That’s gotta work!”

My smile soon turned to a frown as my idea came crashing down like a house of cards. I had no idea, without Lilly’s help, how to be a woman. I mean, I could easily borrow her stuff, as I’m pretty sure we are a similar build. But I would have no idea about makeup, what to do with my hair, or even just how to walk and talk like a girl. Like, If I borrow a dress or something for the interview and just turned up, they’d think I was a crap unconvincing crossdresser! They’d for sure know that I am defiantly not Lilly and the interview would be over.

As I doubt myself, I franticly grab for the discarded stool and pull it up to the counter. I open the laptop top and straight away open up an internet search engine. I type the words ‘How to dress like a woman if you’re a man’ and smashed the enter key. Thousands of links appear. I couldn’t believe the number of articles and videos there were on the subject. Good thing really, because If I was going to even consider this as an option, I needed to do my research!