What I did on my Summer Vacation

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009 St. Paul’s Parochial School, Greater Millford Diocese
Bobbie Travers Grade 8, Class 3-A Sister Immaculata

 
To explain how I spent my summer vacation I have to go back to last year’s summer vacation and the problem that began then. My twin sister started the problem but also eventually took care it.

Near the start of the previous summer our family was on vacation in Mexico where we were involved in a nasty vehicle accident when an out of control bus careened down a narrow mountain road. In addition to the dozens of Mexicans on the bus who were seriously injured, our entire family had been hurt. Jimmie, as the least seriously injured, was taken to a private clinic because the hospital was overwhelmed. There Jimmy managed to miss-communicate with the staff and our lives changed forever. Being a horny twelve year old like me, he thought he was hitting on a cute nurse but with the language barrier wound up undergoing the clinic’s specialty... sexual reassignment surgery! My identical twin Jimmy became my twin sister Jamie.

Jamie’s scheme to help us become identical twins again started shortly after we started seventh grade. Because of the Jamie’s drastic change after the accident, we moved to a new home and switched school districts. It took all last summer for me to heal from the broken left arm and leg I’d suffered in the accident and I was not allowed to participate in Phys-ed for the entire year. That alone put me on the outs with the guys.

On top of that I had a real hard time dealing with Jamie’s changes. We’d always been super close, like a lot of identical twins, and now we were growing apart. What was even more unbearable was that Jamie made a really cute girl! If she had been so readily changed from a rough and tumble boy like me, how macho could I, her no longer identical twin, be?

Just after we moved into our new house, Jamie offered to help me dress as it was quite difficult to do being in casts. I didn't want her help and yelled at her calling her some nasty names. My parents heard and dad slapped me, which I deserved. Then we all sat down to try to discuss the issue. I couldn't put my problems into words.

"You're afraid of Jamie, aren't you?" dad finally asked with a hint of amazement. "The two of you were always so much alike, you enjoyed the competition and comradeship of being the same. You were best buddies. Now suddenly you see how feminine Jamie is, and it's shaken your self assurance in your manhood. You're afraid you could become a girl just as easily, so you want nothing to do with Jamie to protect your masculinity."

The truth was humiliating but undeniable. I had issues facing Jamie because I was afraid of my masculinity! I overcame my issues enough to accept her assistance in dressing, but went my own way during the day. Being in casts I couldn't get around too well so I mostly stayed in my bedroom.

My casts came off the last week of summer vacation and I was finally able to use the pool that came with out new house. Mom and I were in the water but Jamie never came out. Then the radio played 'Itsy Bitsey Yellow Polka Dot Bikini' and I realized why she hadn't come out. I had to coax Jamie out of the bath house as she was embarrassed to be seen in her swimsuit. She looked cute in her pink one piece suit.

I was nervous about starting at our new school. I was eating breakfast when Jamie came into the kitchen. Looking up, I sat there with a mouth full of half chewed food. I was totally unprepared for the attractive creature who entered the room. To say I was stunned is an understatement. It was the first time I saw her in a skirt. My formerly identical twin brother was now a perky young teenage girl, very soft, feminine, and innocent. Swallowing my nervousness, I smiled at my sister.

Mom saw Jamie and came over for a hug. "You look simply marvelous, Jamie," she said enthusiastically. "No one would guess you were ever a tomboy. What do you think, Bobby? Isn't your sister lovely?”

I swallowed the food in my mouth, almost choked, then said, "I'll say she's pretty. I'm almost sad you’re my sister. I'd like to have a girl friend who looks as good as you do! Jamie, you're a knockout!"

Smiling sweetly, Jamie spun in a circle and said, "Thank you, I feel as good as I look! Mom, you were right. Wearing pretty clothes is so much nicer than those yucky clothes Bobby wears. I'm glad I can wear these now. I just feel warm and soft all over. The feel of my pantyhose, lingerie and shirts, all rubbing me at the same time is great!" As she sat down slowly, she carefully smoothed her skirt just like a girl.

I lowered my head and tried to concentrate on my breakfast. Jamie's exclamation of delight in her girlishness bothered me. It really bothered me that I was a bit jealous that she enjoyed being a girl and I couldn't share that with her.

Arriving at the school, mom took her twins into the offices. Our first day in junior high and in a new school district, was quite an experience. We had most of the same classes, and I discovered I had a lot of guys talking to me, only it didn't take long to be disappointed when they began grilling me about Jamie. They were interested in her, not me. Frustrated, I looked at Jamie again and again, and the envy I'd felt at breakfast repeatedly raised it's ugly head. I became angry with himself and there was nothing I could do. Trying to think of other things didn't help.

As seventh graders in our new school, we knew no one. I quickly became bitter as I realized the guys I talked to weren't interested in being my friend. I watched Jamie revel in her femininity. She was pretty and received a lot of attention. I was still not fully recovered from my injuries having only shed my casts the week before school began and still limped. I was still bent out of shape by what had happened over the summer and was far from being receptive to making new friends. I quickly discovered the guys who were being friendly to me were just doing so just to get close to Jamie. I curtly shut them down and was quickly tagged as a loser.

For her part Jamie easily made friends and even began flirting with the guys. Since we shared most of our classes, I found myself growing increasingly envious of her. The conversation we’d had in our kitchen that morning haunted me. I desperately missed the comradery I’d previously enjoyed with my twin. By the end of the day I was alone while Jamie had several new friends. It really ripped me apart.

As the next days passed, in my loneliness during a class, I’d look at Jamie and my mind wandered. Wondering if my clothes really were yucky? Wondering what it felt like to wear nylon undies and pantyhose? Wondering if I would like wearing them as much as she did? When those thoughts smacked into my brain I’d suddenly turned red as I realized where my thoughts were heading. I’d set my jaw and I scolded myself, damn, I was a guy! I would spent the rest of the class scolding myself only to have it happen again in our next class.

As that first week passed, I became more and more frustrated. Jamie and I resumed some of our past closeness by helping each other with homework and chores and we discussed our new school lives. I snarkily commented about how easily Jamie wrapped the boys around her finger and she readily admitted this to me. Later, when I had attempted to warn some of the guys in our class they were behaving like fools, I was accused of being jealous of Jamie's popularity. None of the guys were interested in becoming my friend.

Adding to my anger was the fact I was unable to participate in any sports. My injuries were slow to heal, and while I could move around without too much trouble, rough activity was out of the question. My frustration about my inability to play sports coupled with my jealousy of Jamie's popularity served to isolate me. None of the guys wanted anything to do with me. I was forced to sit on the sidelines with Jamie and her friends, while all the time I wished I could be out there playing with the guys. The girls accepted me as Jamie’s brother and were even sympathetic about my limitations because of my injuries. The girls were acquaintances, not friends and none were close. Since I had no guy friends, I hung with Jamie as she talked freely with her girl friends about fashions and guys. I felt like a fifth wheel while hanging with Jamie and her friends. This only added to my turmoil and began to make me feel like a sissy. When Jamie went to a dance, movie, or to the mall with her girl friends, I stayed home. It hurt me too much to see Jamie surrounded by her friends and I felt like a fool when I tagged along with her. I quickly became a loner. The only person I could talk to was Jamie and she proved a very sympathetic listener.

The doctor told us I needed to begin physical therapy but the nearest qualified therapist was a half hour away and quite expensive and our insurance was nearly tapped out for the year. Mom knew I needed to exercise, but it had to be regimented controlled actions. Jamie also needed more fluidity and grace to erase the remnants of her tomboyishness. Mom decided private dancing lessons at a local dance studio would serve both our needs at the same cost as PT for me alone. By the second week of school we twins were enrolled in a local dance school. We went there directly from school every day for a half hour lesson.

I really balked when I learned we had to wear tights and leotards for our lessons. Jamie smiled and told me wearing tights and leotard would give me a delightful taste of how she felt all the time in her delightful girly clothes. The only compromise made to ausage my masculinity was that my tights and leotard would be black while Jamie naturally wore pink. The first time I slipped on the tights I shivered with repulsion and delight. Although thicker than Jamie's normal lingerie, they still felt naughtily wonderful caressing my legs. The leotard felt equally nice. Of course I never mentioned that, but Jamie's smile told me she knew I liked how it felt. I blushed guitily.

Jamie was delighted with the lessons and leapt into the spirit wholeheartedly. I felt dancing was for sissies and went only because I was forced to go. Alone in the closed studio, my reservations faded as Jamie's enthusiasm proved contagious and I invariably joined in. We quickly learned the basics and grew stronger and graceful.

Jamie was well aware of my problems and decided to talk to our mother. After listening to Jamie, mom recognized that I had a growing problem. She discussed it with dad and he saw the trouble. Unfortunately, none of them could find a solution, but they all made an effort to listen and talk with me.

I spent quite a bit of time home alone on weekends. My thoughts went in endless circles every day. Thoughts of how Jamie and I had always been identical until the accident nearly drove me crazy. How I longed for the comfort and security we'd had as identical twins. How I wished fervently Jamie could return to boyhood, but I saw how happy she was as a girl and knew that would never be. I remembered overhearing our mother and Jamie talk about how nice it was to be a girl and have all the pretty clothes to wear, and how nice those clothes felt. I grimaced as I remembered Jamie saying how she was now repelled by the thought of wearing yucky boys' clothes. I wondered if they were right. Jamie certainly loved her dresses and skirts. My anguish and curiosity steadily rose as to just how pleasant girls' clothes were. From this, it was only a short while until it occurred to me that Jamie and I were still the same size, although definitely proportioned differently. Her clothes would probably fit me. I could find out how they felt. Then my mind would scream. "How they feel! What am I thinking about!"

I sat up on my bed where I'd been lying contemplating my life. I was wide-eyed with fear and perspiring freely. I was out of breath and starting to panic, "Wow! I've got to get a hold on myself. Dressing up in Jamie's clothes?" Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I stood up and began pacing. Talking aloud to myself I went on, "I've got to get busy. I've vegetated to long. I'm a boy! I've got to act like one!" I stood there looking out my window at the colorful leaves on the trees. I thought of how pretty they were in the fall.

A worried look crossed my face, "Why did I think that? Boy's don't think like that! Here I am trying to figure out what to do and my mind wonders off to stupid leaves!" In frustration, I stormed out of my room and went downstairs, flipping on the television to watch a football game and immersed myself in that.

These thoughts occurred more and more frequently to me, and I isolated myself more. Jamie later told me saw the anger and fear in me and did all she could to help. Talking with me, she soon realized her suspicions were right. I was afraid I was not capable of becoming a proper man since Jamie was so feminine and we had been so much alike. She knew I was attracted to her femininity which threw my masculinity into doubt. Nothing she or our parents helped my shaken manhood.

Jamie also later told me her thoughts followed mine. "If only he could experience what I feel now, he'd understand. Only if he understands, he'd want it too, it's so much nicer.... Hmmmm. Maybe he could. We were identical twins, I can't change back into a boy, but he could change into a girl, just like I did!" I'm sure she had a mischievous smile on her face as she set out to figure a way to have me become her sister.

Going in for her monthly follow up with her gynecologist in November, she asked the doctor how the hormones had changed her. When the doctor saw she was truly interested, she gave her a list of books to read that would help her understand. Our parents were pleased with her acceptance of her femininity, and took her to a local college library where she took out the books on the list. She spent hours making notes on the physical and mental changes, and how the younger a person starts on therapy, the more effective it will be. She learned a great deal about why she changed so quickly and easily. Knowing I was the same age and size as she was, a similar dosage of hormones to me should have the same effect it did on her.

It took until Christmas before she was able to set her plan into motion, she began to pick up her hormones at the mall drugstore where she had an open prescription. Doing it that way our parents wouldn't get suspicious about the sudden increase in usage. Next, she volunteered to prepare breakfast, saying it would be good experience for her housekeeping abilities. Mom certainly didn't object. Jamie carefully dissolved the proper dosage of female hormones in my orange juice since I always drank a glass of juice for breakfast.

During supper, she slipped another dose into my drink, and sweetly supplied me with a light bedtime snack conveniently laced with the illicit hormones. At the same time, she began a campaign to entice me into an even stronger desire to try on her things.

I never suspected a thing as she began to ask me to help her zip her dresses, enabling me to see and touch her slips. She made sure I had lots of opportunity to see and feel her lacy hems. Never missing a chance, she verbally expressed her delight in the silky sensation of her lovely clothes. She made sure to repeatedly comment that I got a taste of how nice girly clothes felt by enjoying wearing our leotards and tights during our dancing sessions.

At the time I was unaware of my sister's diabolical plot, but I secretly thrilled to the chance's afforded me to touch and see the silken lace world of femininity. Seeing my sister enjoying herself only served to fuel my confusion. Although repelled by the thoughts of experiencing those forbidden pleasures, I was invariably drawn closer, just as a moth is to a flame. By mid April the clandestine hormone therapy and teasing pushed me to the breaking point. Then one Friday night Jamie "accidentally" misplaced a pair of lacy pink nylons panties in my folded laundry.

That day was the straw that broke the camel's back of my masculinity. That day Jamie had been particularly unrelenting in flaunting her femininity and teasing comments about how yummy it felt to wear girl's clothes. My mind was totally confused, I couldn't get the thought of trying on something soft and lacy out of my mind. I was angry and frustrated. Like most guys, I masturbated to relieve my sexual stress. Unfortunately the last few weeks had only aggravated my libido because became increasingly difficulty to jerk off, failing completely the past week. It seemed as if my penis was even shrinking. I desperately wanted to be a man, but longed to see what it felt like to be a girl. I assumed this was why I didn't get hard when I tried to jerk off during my shower. On top of that my breasts seemed to be swelling and their tenderness added to my agony. The fact my nipples became erect and tingled pleasantly while pulling my shrinking manhood destroyed my desire to cum.

Drying off dejectedly, I put my robe on to hide my nakedness. I returned to my room to jump into bed, hoping sleep would end my turmoil. I sighed in defeat when I saw my laundry stacked on my bed. Slowly gathering it and placing it atop my dresser I began to place the items in their proper drawers. My heart stopped when I saw a flash of pink. Stuck inside one of my T-shirts was a pink treasure! Picking it up slowly, I was mesmerized by the silken pink lace edged nylon delight. After looking at it a few moments I gingerly took it by the lacy waist and held it in both hands, drinking in the pleasing enticing site. Slowly I lifted it to my face and began to rub the silky nylon against my cheek gently. Suddenly I felt himself getting hard! My breasts also began to tingle and a warm feeling spread quickly throughout my trembling body.

The warmth took control and I let the robe fall to the floor. Trembling, I lowered the panties to my crotch and fervently massaged my genitals. I shivered excitedly and after a few moments, yielded to the inevitable temptation and stepped into the pink enticement. I moaned softly as waves of pleasure swept over me as the silky lace garment slid up my pre-pubescent still hairless legs. I almost came as I felt the panties about my derriere, encasing my small but throbbing penis. My hands gently caressed my rounded buttocks, sending new thrills throughout my trembling body. Barely able to stand, I staggered to my bed and fell forward upon it almost swooning. Lying on my tummy, I writhed on the bed, my cock being caressed by the nylon as I moved over the sheets. Mysteriously, the pleasant tingling of my breasts from the contact with the rough texture of my blanket swelled and seemed to merge with the pleasure from my manhood. Wanting to prolong the pleasure engulfing me I rolled over to keep myself from coming too quickly. My hands unconsciously rose to my budding breasts. Cupping them gently I began to fondle them, pinching the nipples occasionally and moaning.

My cock swelled more, straining against the silken confines of the panties as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My breasts seemed to be the focal point of my pleasure while my cock was a close second. Looking down my body, I could see my cock looked small in it's pink tent even though it felt ready to burst. My arousal grew as I realized I was looking between the twin mounds my hands were feverishly caressing. Afterward I wondered why I could notice these things as I approached what felt to be an orgasm strong enough to kill me. Suddenly I saw stars. Arching my back and lifting my butt high above the bed, a loud cry of orgasmic pleasure escaped my lips as my penis spewed forth warm sticky cum into the panties. It seemed as if I spurted gallons of spunk. The cry dwindled to a low moan as my body dropped heavily to the bed. I laid there semiconscious.

Just then a quick knock came from the door of our adjoining bath. "Bobby? Are you all right?" Jamie’s concerned voice asked in a loud whisper. I tried to tell her to go away, but all that came out was another, louder moan. I rolled my head toward the door as it opened and a slim hand reached in to turn on the light. Standing in the open door was Jamie wearing a delightful sexy pink baby doll nightie looking directly at me.

Seeing me obviously exhausted lying on the rumpled bed wearing her pink panties which were obviously wet with my cum, my hands still resting on my chest; she couldn't help but smile. Her bizarre plan was working! Quickly stepping inside my room, she shut the door and crossed to my bed. Sitting down beside me, she placed a hand on my shriveled penis and brushed my hands off my chest with the other, then she gently began fondling my budding breasts and wilted cock, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"It's all right Bobbie," she cooed softly. "I see you discovered the present I left for you." She slid a finger under the waist band of the panties I wore, raised it slightly, and let it snap back. "I can tell you really enjoyed them!" With those words she leaned over and kissed both of my erect nipples, then gently began to suck on one, and then the other.

"Ohhhhhhh " was all I could say as waves of less intense but very pleasurable sensations coursed throughout my body. It took almost ten minutes before I recovered enough to reach up to Jamie to gently caress her firm boobies and pull her to me for a passionate kiss. This led to a very pleasant and satisfying mutual exploration of each other.

I kissed Jamie as her tongue sought out mine, her hand squeezed my limp cock as I slid a hand into her already wet crotch. We held and fondled the other's breasts with our other hand. Jamie quickly came as I grew hard. Before either of us knew what was happening my erection slipped into her writhing body and we were eagerly screwing. This time, we came together, although virtually nothing came from my penis. We laid in each others arms, kissing and touching warmly until we fell asleep.

Saturday morning Jamie woke first. She began to kiss my sore, tender breasts, and I quickly awoke. I reached for her crotch, but she twisted about until her breasts were above my eager mouth. We spent several minutes sucking and squeezing our boobies.

Finally, Jamie raised her head. "Well, Bobbie, how do you like being a girl?" she smiled devilishly.

"I'm not a girl," I said defensively.

"Oh, no?" she laughed, giving a playful squeeze to one of my breasts. "Then what are these lovely things on your chest, SIS?"

Blushing furiously, I stammered, "I... I... d... d... don't know. I guess they’re boobs, but I don't know how they got there. I shouldn't have them, I'm a boy."

"No you're not. You used to be a boy, just like I did; but now you're turning into a girl like me. You are my sister now," Jamie said. "I just gave you an experience I never had a chance to enjoy, but you'll never experience it that way again! Soon, you'll be able to enjoy it like I did!"

I was totally confused. Before my thoughts could coalesce into seeking a reason, I was being led to our bathroom where Jamie and I cleaned up the mess from our lovemaking. The entire time she kept firing questions at me, answering them and keeping me confused while caressing me into a state of arousal which added to my sorry mental state.

Taking me into her room, she handed me a pair of clean yellow lace trimmed satin panties and helped me put them on. While I smoothed them in place, luxuriating in the pleasant sensations, she placed a matching lace edged yellow satin bra about my chest, hooking it in the rear and adjusting the straps to support my now encased breasts. Looking down at my breasts, I was overwhelmed to see I almost filled out the bra! My boobies tingled with pleasure. I moaned softly as Jamie gently caressed my twin treasures. Next she slid a matching slip over my head, smoothing it sensuously about my waist and hips. I trembled violently as I almost swooned. My mind was spinning as I slowly regained control. My battered masculinity started to rebel.

"St... stop! What are you doing to me? I can't wear this stuff! I'm a boy! Take it off! It's not right, I'm not your sister, I'm your brother!" I stated defiantly.

"Mmmmmmmmm," crooned Jamie as she sensuously slid her hands over my satin and lace clad body. "Don't be so stubborn, Bobbie. This feels so scrumptious, doesn't it? You know it does, and you know you love the way it feels, even if you won't admit it!” Her hands slid up once more to caress my breasts as my resistance to her entreaties crumbled. "I want you to look me straight in the eye, and tell me this isn't the greatest thing you've ever experienced."

I looked searchingly into my sister's sparkling green eyes, wet my lips and swallowed. "It does feel good, Jamie, but it's not supposed to, I shouldn't be feeling these things much less enjoying them," I croaked out hoarsely. "I'm a boy. I can't be a girl like you... can I?”

Jamie hugged me tenderly, "You not only can be a girl like me, you ARE a girl like me! Now stop being silly and let's finish dressing you! With that she pushed me onto her bed and reached over to pick up the pantyhose she'd gotten ready. Rolling them slowly up my legs, she made sure to caress and arouse me. My legs barely held me as she had me stand up so she could snug them about my slim waist. I stood there silently with my eyes closed tightly and fists clenched. I was fruitlessly trying to deny the pleasure sweeping my trembling body.

Sitting me down once more, Jamie quickly slipped the pink lace trimmed anklets onto my nylon clad feet. This was followed by a pair of shiny black patent leather T-strap Mary Janes shoes. I opened my eyes to see what Jamie was doing. What I saw was an obvious smile of smug satisfaction on her face. Nervously I followed her gaze. Helplessly I swallowed upon seeing my shapely nylon clad legs emerging from the lacy pink slip which rested at mid-thigh.

The sight of my dainty pink encased feet inside the shiny shoes made my heart sink. What I saw screamed out GIRL! I gasped audibly trying to hold back the tears of frustrated boyhood. I couldn't deny the truth to myself any longer. I enjoyed the sensations these forbidden clothes were forcing upon me, nor could I deny the fact that I did look quite feminine. I sat there in silence, trying to fight the confession I had no choice but to make. Looking up at Jamie, she held out her hand invitingly. I forlornly looked at it and realized that if I took her proffered hand, I'd be admitting my acceptance of my unexpected girlhood. For several moments I stared at her hand, mentally wrestling with my masculinity and burgeoning femininity.

Almost imperceptively at first, I saw my hand slowly rise, seemingly on it’s own. I was startled by this and trying to stop it caused my hand to start shaking violently. I began to whimper as I struggled. Finally I managed to stop my hand from reaching any further towards Jamie's hand, but I couldn't pull it back.

Jamie stepped forward, touching her fingertips to mine. I looked pleadingly up to her only to see the enticing inviting smile on her now radiant face. My gaze guiltily fell to my hand as of it’s own accord it leapt forward into Jamie's warm, comforting grasp,

I sighed in defeat and ceased resisting, allowing Jamie to pull me to my feet and wrap me in a comforting hug as I cried. Once I recovered she lead me to her closet. Opening the door, she reached in and removed a soft, pink flowered mini-dress. I looked longingly at it and shivered in anticipation.

Jamie lifted the dress over my head as I slid it over my shivering body. The dress had a ruffled lace edged collar, full length sleeves with elastic cuffs to match the neckline. The princess style bodice lee down to the dropped waist skirt which consisted of two tiered ruffles. The skirt ended 3 inches above my knees. I almost swooned as I drank in the sensations of my skirt and slip gently touching and caressing my thighs.

Jamie led me to her dressing table and seated me with my back towards the mirror. She gently brushed my red shoulder length hair, forming bangs over my forehead, then parting the rest down the center of my head. Thus divided, she gathered each side into matching ponytails centered above and to the rear of each ear. Taking two pink hair ribbons, she tied them into perky bows. A touch of pink lip gloss, and a careful manicure and pink nail polish were the only makeup. Placing a simple gold chain about my neck, she added a light spray of perfume to complete my transformation from Bobby into Bobbie.

Smiling from ear to ear, Jamie once more led my trembling formerly male body to her full-length mirror. I stared at my reflection, not believing I wasn't looking at Jamie. The only difference was the length of our hair. For the first time in almost a year I once more looked like my identical twin. I saw a very sweet, pretty girl.

There was no denying my reflection was a girl, and I knew I was looking at myself since Jamie's hair was longer. I swallowed as I closely examined my reflection. I could see no other differences. I was frightened and thrilled by this revaluation. I felt my small penis lose the semi erection I’d had, and knew that I'd never miss it. Jamie smiled and hugged her new sister.

Mom almost dropped the flower pot she was moving when she saw Jamie and I. At first she thought she was seeing double until she realized the dresses were different. She sat down hard in a nearby chair as we two lovely girls approached. She recognized the shyer one with shorter hair was me, Bobbie. Her mouth opened several times to speak, but nothing emerged.

Jamie spoke up, "Mom this is my sister Bobbie. She knows she's my identical twin. That was the problem with my brother Bobby, he knew we were identical twins too, and since I couldn't go back to being a boy, he had to become a girl."

Gaining her voice, mom said, "But he can't! How can he become a girl?"

Smiling and taking my hand in hers, Jamie said, "It's easy, all she needs is the same surgery I had. I’ve already had her on female hormones for over four months. Those are her breasts, not padding."

Mom stared at both of us, then looked at me. "What? Bobbie, have you been taking Jamie’s hormones?”

I blushed not yet aware of all the details of Jamie's plan.

“Yes, mother, she has been taking my hormones but she didn’t know it,” Jamie confessed surprising mom and I. “I’ve been secretly feeding them to her.”

I couldn’t figure out why I was growing breasts, now I knew. “Mom, Jamie did what needed to be done. We are identical twins. She’s shown me how nice it is to be a girl. I am a girl now, too, Jamie has made sure of that! I could never go back to wearing those ugly boy’s clothes!

Mom sat there taking all this in when dad walked into the kitchen and stopped in mid-step. “What’s going on?

Jamie proceeded to tell him the entire story. Weakly he collapsed into the seat by mom as I confessed my acceptance of my girlhood.

Jamie and I began to prepare lunch while our parents discussed this latest twist to their lives. They realized Jamie had done quite a number on her twin, but had done it out of love. They also understood she had found the only effective solution to my dilemma. Her explanation that they would never have agreed to instigating her bizarre plan was quite true. Her ability to see the scope of the issues was better than their’s since we twins had always been so close. Although not pleased with the turn of events, they knew there was no longer any alternative but to accept the fact we twins needed to be identical and would be once I had my surgery.

After breakfast, we headed out to the furniture store and bought another four poste twin bed to match Jamie's. Dad managed to get it into our SUV and by that evening I was once more sharing a bedroom with my twin. It wasn't until we settled under the covers that night that we both realized how much we missed being together at night. My former bedroom became our guestroom.

Sunday mom took Jamie and I to a hair salon and had our hair trimmed to identical lengths. Once that was done it was almost impossible to tell us apart. Almost each night we cuddled and caressed each other. My maleness never again responded as it had that first night, and I didn’t miss it one bit.

Unfortunately I did have to wear my yucky boy clothes again so I could finish out the school year. Since I was a loner, no one bothered me about the change in my hairstyle. At least I was able to wear pretty undies underneath those horrid boy rags! As soon as I got home from school I changed into a nice skirt or dress.

Our parents contacted Dr. Mendez, the surgeon who had mistakenly done Jamie's SRS surgery. Two weeks later we took a long weekend and flew down to Mexico. Jamie and I were dressed in one of our cute identical twin outfits of flowered knee length dresses. Dr. Mendez greeted us warmly, but was confused to see two identical smiling girls. Our giggling gave us away but he was especially glad Jamie had adapted so well to her unwanted sex-change. This time he made sure there was an interpreter present when he questioned us, me in particular, about my desire to once more become Jamie's identical twin. After a physical which verified I'd been chemically castrated by the hormones Jamie had been giving me and already had perky natural breasts. When he was satisfied I truely wanted to be a girl, we scheduled the surgery for the week after school let out.

So now my story of what I did on my summer vacation this year can actually begin.

The day after school let out for the year, Mom and I flew to Mexico. Jamie wanted to come along but mom insisted she'd be bored and needed to stay home to make sure dad ate some good meals. I wore a simple skirt and blouse for the trip. My tummy was doing flip-flops as we approached the clinic. I knew I could never go back to being a boy, either physically or mentally, but I still harbored a bit of dread about taking the final irrevocable step.

Jamie never knew what was happening to end her life as a boy until she was slipping under the anesthesia. I knew every step of the way what I was doing and that if it hadn't been for Jamie's unwanted SRS, we'd still be back home happily climbing trees instead of doing ballet.

Nurse Diaz greeted us when we finally arrived at the clinic. She was as pretty as Jamie had described. Part of me still understood why he'd found her so attractive and wanted to have sex with her. A much larger part of me hoped Jamie and I would be as retty as she was when we reached adulthood.

Nurse Diaz took special efforts to see mom and I were comfortable in our room. She still felt responsible for misunderstanding Jamie and starting my twin brother on the road to girlhood. She'd even taken classes to learn English so she would never make such a mistake again. Mom and I assured her things had turned out for the best or I wouldn't be here for the same surgery. That went a long way in making her feel better.

The tests the next day seemed anti-climatic, but I'm still glad mom was with me to calm my nerves. The following day Nurse Diaz came in and bathed me to prep me for the surgery. Unlike Jamie, she didn't have to shave my body as I was already keeping myself clean shaven like my sister. The shot in the butt finally finally settled my nerves. Nurse Daiz and mom helped me transfer from the bed to the Gurney. I was smiling blissfully as my body felt it was floating on the air as I was wheeled into the surgery.

I smiled at the nurses and Dr. Mendez as they slipped the IV into my arm. I looked up to see Dr. Mendez open the drip on the IV.

"Don't worry, many times I've done this surgery. In a few hours you will once again be an identical twin with your sister. Jamie has done well in starting you into girlhood with the hormones so it will go easier since you don't have to overcome any male development. When you awake, a lovely young lady you will be. Have a nice nap, my pretty princess," he said as he pushed the plunger on a needle feeding into the IV.

When I awoke it was done. I had become a girl. Once more Jamie and I were identical twins. Of course, it took me almost a week to recover enough to think straight without dozing off. Mom and Nurse Diaz helped me recover. Even though my groin was quite sore I knew it would get better. When I healed enough, I examined my new girlishness. I smiled and knew my transformation was complete.

Four weeks after my surgery, Dad and Jamie arrived at the clinic to escort mom and I home. When Jamie saw me, she squealed and ran to give me a hug. Even though my response was a bit more physically restrained, it was as emotionally equal. Our parents smiled to see our joy, as did Dr. Mendez and nurse Diaz.

Once home my recovery sped up. As before, Jamie and I cuddled a lot. While I had thought my breasts were sensitive and felt wonderful before my SRS, it felt even better now. Jamie assured me once I healed down below, I’d like that much better that what I had before. Judging by her reactions, I was sure she was right.

We spent the summer bonding and selecting our new matching twin wardrobe. Everything we selected was decidedly feminine. Our biggest chore was deciding how to proceed with out lives. We knew I couldn’t return to the school we’d attended for seventh grade. But we loved our home and didn’t want to move again. We only had one option, enroll in St. Paul’s Parochial School for the eighth grade. Besides, we both liked their cute red pleated skirts!

We bounced into our new school for the first day of school. Our utterly girlish identicalness broke down every closed door new students usually encounter on their first day. Everyone wanted to get to know us... especially the boys. Jamie and I freely flirted, but we’d already asked our new girlfriends to point out which boys were spoken for as we didn’t want to cause too much disruption. Still, we had fun and knew we’d love attending school here.

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At the end of the first week of the new school year, our English teacher asked us to write about what we did on our summer vacation... so cliche... She gave me a 'D' because she thought my story was fiction and chewed me out for writing incestuous pornography! Nuns... who can figure them out?