The Girls Who Must Share Everything, Even Their Groceries (Patreon)

Of all of his days working at retail, this man has never seen two ladies like that.
Two ladies that looked like they should have been in a mansion or an overly expensive party were instead walking around in a grocery store, drawing eyes from all over. They looked identical, they must've been twins which was already a rare sight. Two that were this gorgeous, this sexy, this beautiful, that was a once in a lifetime sight.

But no one dared to approach them. Not because they were too beautiful, though that would've already made them hard to approach, but the aura around them was scary. Why were the two pushing their bodies so hard into each other? Why did it look like their nails were claws stabbing into each other's dresses? Why did the smiles despite all of their perfections feel fake, like they concealed a horrifying rage? Was he imagining it when he saw their smiles twitch or their eyes glare at each other or their fingers clench for what felt like a millisecond?

The most horrifying thing was that there didn't seem to be a difference. Being identical made them charming, but it also made them unsettling. Their faces were the same. Their hands were the same. Their hair was the same. Not even the smallest of differences was unconsciously registered no matter how much he looked. His brain was telling him one girl was walking next to a mirror from how identical they looked, but he knew it had to be impossible. He just couldn't help but think that with how identical they looked.

And their actions, it was impossible to act this much in sync. No matter how much one tried there will always be the slightest difference in timing between two people. But every twitch, every step, every breath seemed to occur at the exact same time. If they looked identical it would be one thing, but the fact that they acted identical cemented the mirrored look to them. It was like creepy twins in a horror movie, the body would instinctively fear anything that acted this synchronized. Such things weren't natural after all.

"Hey! HEY!" It looked like those girls were right in front of him, while he could only stand there frozen in fear. He had to force himself to respond, pinching his leg in order to give himself enough confidence to speak.

"Y-y-y-y-y-yes m-madams?"

"We'd like to know where the dairy section is."
Even their voices were intimidating. It was like one person speaking through two mouths.

"Y-y-y-y-yes ma'ams, i-it's in the back over that way." He weakly lifted his hand and pointed far off to his right.

"Thanks." The two women seemed to briefly glare at each other before going in that direction.

The man sighed. He's dealt with a lot as he's worked retail, many of those people being genuinely intimidating, but nothing has made him as anxious as he was at that very moment. It was like a horror movie in real life, what could be scarier than being him at that very moment?

The answer, was being one of them.

The twins Lisa and Bethany quickly made their way to the dairy section, each step feeling like it took hours. Their eyes only glanced at each other for less than a second, but each time it felt like the world had slowed down. Each woman had one hand on the handle of her cart and one wrapped behind each other's back.

The two had only moved in just a little bit ago, they still didn't have any food at home. Even if the furniture was set up and the apartment was fully decorated the place would never feel like home without food in it. It was a good thing this grocery store was rather close by, their feet were sore just walking here. Granted that was more a result of the two trying to step on each other's feet the entire way, but the distance was still appreciated.

That did leave them somewhat limping the entire time, with the two sore feet still rubbing against each other. The forcefulness of their contact seemed to prevent any real healing from occurring, the two still feeling the intense throbbing pain the entire time. They hoped they didn't give each other blisters.

The two had never thought about it but they were perfectly symmetrical. Not just as a pair but even individually. Most people had a dominant hand, may see better out of one eye, and even the breasts tend to have one slightly bigger than the other. Not Bethany and Lisa however. They were completely ambidextrous, completely symmetrical, each side just as strong as the other. How else could they fight side by side like this, left against right, and still end up equals?

The two had already picked out a few foods already, some bread and fruits and cereal, all in the shopping cart they decided to wheel around. While they hated having the same taste, it did streamline the shopping process quite a bit. That all changed when they finally arrived to the dairy section, the both of them attempting to pick up the milk.

Of course whenever Lisa and Bethany picked out an item it was an equal distance between them and both would reach out to grab it. With a thick package like bread this wouldn't be much of a problem, and it wasn't a problem for any of the other things they tried to buy. With a jug of milk meanwhile it was obvious to hold it by the handle. A milk jug handle was incredibly thin, allowing their nails to clash before their fingers could even touch it.

At home the two would avoid using milk for this very reason. Before now they would often go shopping with their dad, so a situation where they had to pick up a gallon of milk was foreign to them. And so the two stood there for a while, unable to move.

The two were identical, symmetrical, balanced, mirrored, aligned, proportional, even, indistinguishable, analogous, practically the same. They were so perfect as each other's reflections that even their fingernails perfectly lined up. Pushing didn't make one slide atop or around the other, it just pushed the tips of such pretty nails into each other. Was this just going to be like every other time?

The throbbing pain in their feet gave them hope. For just a little second they felt like they could do it. Like a difference can finally be found, if only they just took advantage of this chance. Maybe the pain could prove to impact one more than the other, maybe one wince could be enough for the other to take the lead. It was worth a shot.

Slowly they lifted their feet out of their high heels, exposing their light yellow socks to the air. They smelled a bit like sweat and might have actually been blistering, but they ignored it. Brace your own pain so you can take advantage of the other's, that was the foremost thought in both of their heads.

The sides of their feet immediately clashed against each other, making the both of them wince a bit in pain. Their sore spots were pressed right into each other, throbbing and pulsating with its burning intensity. The two had to grit their teeth, barely able to resist pulling back and clutching their feet in pain. Yet neither pulled back. Their nails were still clutched together strong.

On two ends the two were shoving each other. The sides of their feet were pressing into each other, making a pain that burned so much it could weld their limbs together. Their nails were still pricking into each other with pinpoint precision, unable to push each other even the slightest nanometer.

This went on for quite some time, neither able to get any sort of lead upon each other. Their faces were red and flushed with sweat, the continued pressure on their feet making their hearts thump and breaths increase. They wanted to pull back, they were considering giving up, but how could they? How could either try submitting to her twin, especially after what happened last time?

They could feel people's stares as they walked by, some annoyed, some lecherous, some confused, and many more. The two should be used to it by now, it happened for their entire lives. Everything they did brought stares, and their fighting would bring even more so. They grew to understand it, twins like them were ultimately unusual, but they hated the stares. It only reminded them of the similarities they desperately wanted to erase. This had to end before a crowd formed.

The two lifted their other feet out from their high heels, prepared to kick each other right in the shins. Instead their toes mashed right into each other, shoved together and forced into their own contest of strength. Just like the nails above them the feet were equally between them, toes doing their best to make each other collapse. And just like the rest of them, their toes were completely equal.

Something needed to happen, and something needed to happen quick. More and more people were staring, and they needed to get away fast. They started raising their clashing nails, lifting them up to the edge of the gallon's handle, with hope that even like this they could at least lift the milk away from here.

But fingernails weren't made to support a gallon of weight, especially with the weight applied on the weakest area right on the tips. They were only able to lift it for a moment, lifting it up into the air and towards their cart, before their nails snapped and the jug fell.
It hit the ground and burst, splashing milk all over them and leaving the ground in a mess. The two nearly snickered for a bit, liking the way the white liquids looked splashed on each other's faces, only to realize that they probably look the exact same.

The two were rather annoyed, wanting to rip each other to shreds at that very moment, but there was no point. How could they convince themselves to fight over and over again? There was no point, it was clear they were going to remain equals. And even if they did fight, that's only draw more attention they wouldn't want. Not to mention there was a gallon of milk on the ground that they'd probably have to pay for if they stayed there.

And so the two decided to buy canned milk instead.
Because that was just their everyday.