In this chapter Sandra and Elizabeth find new friends in their conjoinments.

Hot Doggie. 2

Elizabeth was the first to waken. For a few seconds she could not understand where she was. The weird but pleasant sensations in her clitty alarmed her, and she also lay helplessly attached to an unrecognisable lump behind her. For a moment she panicked and let out a weak whimper of fear that jerked Sandra from her deeper slumber. In that first waking moment Sandra was also puzzled by the strange but pleasant clamping sensation around her dick. Somehow this ‘pressure’ was interwoven with an indescribably satisfying and ‘full’ sensation in her lower belly. Sandra sleepily murmured her contentment as Elizabeth stirred and then remembered.

“Aaah. Wher-? Wha? Oh! Now I remember,” Squeaked Elizabeth as she recalled what had happened. Then she began to feel the pleasure.

“Mmm! Thasss nice.” She whispered as she savoured the delightful sensations in her tummy. She felt so delightfully ‘full’ down there but without any sensations of pain or forced entry.

Elizabeth humped her newly mobilised hips and magnified the wonderful sensations that were growing in her loins. This action brought Sandra fully awake.

“Wha-a! What the!” Croaked Sandra as she recognised the same delightful but unfamiliar fullness in her tummy.

Then she also remembered the night before and her hand gently curled around Elizabeth’s waist as her newly conjoined friend urgently satiated her lust.

“Mmmm. Thass lovely!” Sighed Elizabeth as Sandra’s knowing fingers gently reached up and slowly stroked her stiffening nipples

“You bet,” murmured Sandra as she savoured the shared delights.

“This is just the nicest way to wake up.” Giggled Elizabeth as she gently rocked her newly conjoined hips back and forth.

Her actions sent waves of pleasure along their mutually sensitive cock and deep into their shared vagina. Sandra let out a low gasp and gently moved her fingers down to Elizabeth’s clitty. Again their mutually shared sensitivity immediately let Sandra know where and how to finger their clitty and Elizabeth gave her first soft moan of lust. For the first time in Elizabeth’s life, somebody knew exactly how and where to pleasure her and she squirmed ecstatically in response. ‘It was just so perfect!’
Somehow their shared sensations exactly complimented their needs and they ascended into a perfectly orchestrated crescendo of mutual orgasms. First came the desperate explosive urgency of their boy climax followed by the longer satiation of their girly pleasure until they both lay curled together panting from their exertions.

Once they had recovered, they chatted softly for long minutes. Sandra savoured yet another delight from her newly acquired girly sensations. This was the need to lie in a loving embrace and chat softly about everything. Thus they shared their intimate secrets and thoughts until the feint sounds of lunch being served drifted up the stairs to Sandra’s staff flat.
They stirred reluctantly and uncurled from their ‘spooning’. Sandra found it unexpectedly easy to sit up and stretch so she sat on the bed with her arms reaching as high as they could go. Elizabeth gave a squeak of surprise as the stretching sensations relieved the tension in her newly shared arms. Having never had limbs before, she had never experienced the pure luxury of a good stretch in the morning.

“What d’you do that for?” Giggled Elizabeth.

The question caught Sandra by surprise.

“Wa-. I always stretch in the morning, why d’you ask? Everybody does.”

“I’ve never needed to before,” declared Elizabeth ruefully, “I never had arms.”

“Oh! Sorry. I keep forgetting. Of course not, this’ll be all new to you.”

“Can I try it? It felt really nice.” Begged Elizabeth.

“Well; it’s really a one off thing. Once you’ve had a good stretch there’s really no need for a second. I’ll let you do it next time we wake up. Right now I need to pee.”

“Well fancy that. So do I.” Finished Elizabeth.

Sandra rose easily and revelled in the simplicity of the action. It was almost as though Elizabeth wasn’t there. Once having stood with ease, they minced urgently to the lavatory. This time Elizabeth demanded to see exactly how Sandra peed.

“Huh. Chuckled Sandra as they reconciled themselves to the total intimacy of their conjoinment. “Can’t a girl even pee in private?”

“Girl! Scoffed Elizabeth. “Well you’re some girl darling. Anyway, now that we seem to share every sensation, I want to feel what it’s like for a boy to pee.”

Sandra shrugged and squatted on the lavatory.

“If you’re the lady would you like to go first then?” Asked Sandra courteously.

“No,” said Elizabeth firmly, “now that we seem to be sharing more sensations with every passing moment, I want to see what it feels like for you to do it. Go on, show me.”

Sandra squeezed her prostate gland muscles hard and jetted out an explosive stream that caught Elizabeth by surprise.

“Eeek! I felt that. Gosh it’s weird. Can I try?”

“Be my guest.” Offered Sandra generously.

Elizabeth tried but nothing happened. She let out a grunt as she tried to operate unfamiliar muscles but there were simply no connections or mechanisms in her crotch to operate the delightful little gland. She felt it when Sandra ‘squeezed’ but she could not ‘squeeze’ the prostate herself. Nevertheless, it was a weird but exciting sensation to feel their shared prostate gland being ‘squeezed’ so intimately.

“It’s no good. It won’t come.”

“Well I’m still not empty so I’ll have to do it.”

So saying, Sandra squeezed again and released the remainder of her urine. Elizabeth felt the strange muscle flexing as it squeezed the prostate again and forced the stream from Sandra’s bladder. However, try as Elizabeth might she could not emulate the response in Sandra’s peculiar little prostate gland. She felt a bit jealous of Sandra’s control because all she did to expel her pee was kind of push and let go. Once Sandra was finished she backed up along the pan to allow Elizabeth access. As Elizabeth relieved herself she felt a strange twitching sensation in her urethra. Suddenly her pee stopped and she protested.
“Hey what did you do?”

“I could feel you peeing and I just tried to see if I could control it.” Replied Sandra.

“Well that’s not fair. You just stopped me. Let me go.”

Sandra squeezed her prostate gland again and suddenly Elizabeth’s stream erupted with a rush.

“Eeek. Aaah. How d’you do that? Gosh, it’s weird!”

“I don’t know, chuckled Sandra. I just can.”

“That’s not fair. Were not sharing equally. Stoppit! Let me do it!”

Sandra relaxed her control and Elizabeth finally regained control of her own bladder. They chatted about this unequal split as Elizabeth wiped both her labia and Sandra’s cock. She noted that Sandra’s cock needed very little wiping and remarked enviously.

“It’s not fair. You boys have all the easy bits.”

“Not any more I don’t.” Argued Sandra. “Your drips are my drips, now I have to squat to pee and I’m quite sure I’ll feel all your pains and cramps when you have your period.”

“Yeah. That’ll be a downer for you. My period cramps can sometimes be painful and they make me really moody.”

“Hello-oo! Anybodyeey ho-ome.” Sandra sang ironically. “Who’s been attending to your periods for the last twelve months. You don’t have to tell me about your periods and your moods.”

“Well, that’s true,” conceded Elizabeth, “but this time you’ll get to understand why.”

Elizabeth didn’t see Sandra’s secret little smile. For the transvestite Sandra, the idea of perhaps one day having a baby and experiencing the whole process of giving birth was a dream come true. If the price was a monthly stomach cramp, Sandra was more than prepared to suffer it. Elizabeth could never know just how contented Sandra was with the new found potentials of their conjoined body. The very idea that she could keep her boy bits and yet still have a baby was just the most wonderful situation she could ever have hoped for.

Secretly she thanked the strange wizard and resolved to return to the strange little ‘Spells r’ us’ shop in the old Cripplegate and pay him handsomely for his blessings.

After washing themselves, they returned to Sandra’s bedroom and set about dressing.

“I’ll do your bra first.” Offered Sandra.

“OK.” Replied Elizabeth thankfully,” as she smiled contentedly.

‘No more would she ever have to wait on somebody else’s convenience.’

Firstly, Sandra slipped Elizabeth’s breasts tenderly into her bra then caressed her sensitive nipples as she slid her hands around to fasten the clasp. Elizabeth gave a little sigh and rolled her head against Sandra’s warm naked breasts before Sandra next put her own bra on. The satiny cups provided just the right texture of pillow and Elizabeth gently rubbed her cheeks against Sandra’s hardening nipples.

“Stoppit!” Begged Sandra. “You’ll get me all stiffy again!”

Elizabeth could already feel Sandra’s cock nudging agreeably at her labia. She hesitated just long enough for the cock to grow to the right length and stiffness then she humped gently and ‘sucked’ eagerly with her cunny. Their mutually shared cock slipped easily into the slippery scabbard of their mutual vagina and Elizabeth tensed her cunny muscles to hold it greedily.

“Now slip those control front panties on whilst were together, then your stiffy wont show.” Suggested Elizabeth.

Sandra got the idea and chose the pair of ‘support’ panties that lay folded neatly on the panty pile in her dressing table drawer. She held them up for inspection and concluded that the broad full crotch-piece would fit properly around their boy-parts and then properly ‘contain’ their wayward cock. The soft, firm, silky material compressed Sandra’s cock into and between Elizabeth’s cunny to reveal very little evidence of ‘transition’. As the firm silky material slithered over their conjoinment they each shuddered as they studied themselves in the mirror.

“See. It doesn’t show at all.” Declared Elizabeth.

Sandra shuddered again as the silky sensation tantalised her scrotum and Elizabeth twitched deliciously as she sensed Sandra’s delight.

“Does it always get you like that?”

“What?” Parried Sandra defensively.

“That silky texture thing. I felt it as well you know.”

“Well you’ll understand now why I’m a tranny then won’t you?”

“I said I felt it,” argued Elizabeth, “I didn’t go all gooey over it; not like you did. I even felt our cock twitch as the silk brushed your ball-bag.”

“So I’m a trannie. It’s what trannies do.”

Elizabeth was about to say ‘gross!’ but she held her tongue.

‘Sandra couldn’t help being what she was. After all people could be crippled inside their head just as easily as being crippled without arms and legs.’ Instead she studied the silky front support panel of their panties and nodded satisfactorily as she concluded just like Sandra, that the rounded bulge in the crotch of their panties almost resembled the normal swell of a woman’s labia in a tight pair of panties.

“It’ll do.” Elizabeth declared as she smoothed the silky material against her tummy.

Sandra shuddered again but this time Elizabeth simply stroked Sandra’s cheek reassuringly with their other hand.

“If you like it darling. Then so shall I.” She encouraged. “And anyway, you’re quite right; it does feel rather nice.”

Elizabeth felt Sandra physically relax as the relief coursed through her body.

“Thanks for not judging me.” Replied Sandra as a little sob escaped her.

They both studied their image in the mirror again and Sandra smiled her satisfaction at Elizabeth as they both cheered up.

‘This was the ultimate in ‘transition’.’ Thought Sandra as she admired the smooth front of the panties.
‘Just another advantage to having become conjoined.’ She concluded privately. ‘Though who would ever get to see their panties beside Elizabeth and her, was something she had yet to worry about. If Sandra was to have her way, they would live as a private couple just like a married couple till death did them part.’

She searched through her wardrobe and concluded that she would have to lay recourse to the same nursing overall until they could properly resolve their new clothing needs. Elizabeth simultaneously recognised their clothing needs and declared that they had better each pick a blouse to fit their upper bodies then put the overall on. This done Sandra couldn’t help but notice that Elizabeth had chosen one of Sandra’s smallest, silkiest numbers. It was a sleeveless blouse made from the softest chartreuse. Sandra decided to match it with a blouse of the same colour and long sleeves.

They grinned as they realised the significance.

Elizabeth did not need sleeves; she simply used Sandra’s arms to button up the front of her own blouse. Next they buttoned up the outsized nursing overall then lastly, Sandra slipped on a pair of tights and her favourite heels. This time Elizabeth let out a little pleasurable gasp as the tights slipped silkily up her newly sensitive legs.

“Mmmm. That’s a nice feeling!” She squeaked.

Sandra tensed for a moment before demanding.

“You’re not just saying that are you?”

“No!” Protested Elizabeth. “Honestly! It feels really nice.”

To emphasise her words, Elizabeth stroked their inner thighs and squirmed licentiously as her fingers slithered over the glossy tights. She had not yet realised that Sandra had knowingly chosen a pair of her most expensive glossy tights just to test Elizabeth’s reaction. Her hopes had been fulfilled. It seemed that Elizabeth now garnished the same sensitive pleasures as Sandra did from soft silky sensations.

‘Perhaps Elizabeth was developing the same sensitivities,’ hoped Sandra wishfully.

The final touch was the matching pendants and a final check in the mirror. They agreed that everybody would conclude Elizabeth was still in the baby harness then they set off for lunch.

In the corridor Octavia approached them quietly.

"Glad to see you’ve managed to look like you usually do. People will think that Elizabeth is in the baby sling under that big overall. Are you going into the dining room?"

“Yes.” Replied Elizabeth as she relished the luxury of freely declaring her intentions.

She followed Octavia’s glance towards Sandra’s eyes behind her and snapped sarcastically. “That is if Sandra agrees.”

Octavia then realised her slightest action had betrayed her view that Sandra was the boss. She apologised to Elizabeth for making the worst error of all; ‘speaking over the disabled patient’s head’

“Sorry love. It’s just that-“

“Oh don’t worry. I’m used to it. Anyway, Sandra does have primary control.”

Octavia glanced questioningly at Sandra who nodded confirmation as she replied.

“Yes it’s true. Elizabeth can control our limbs but only if I relinquish that control.”

Octavia gasped.

“My God! Is the conjunction that intimate? Do you mind letting Elizabeth take control?”

“It’s fine by me. Anyway, It’s quite relaxing really. Walking can be fun; sort of arriving somewhere without actually having made the effort.”

“Wow! Sound’s weird.” Smiled Octavia.

“Yes, the whole thing’s weird!” Interrupted Elizabeth, “now if you don’t mind; all the food will be cold.”

“Of course. We can talk later.”

As they parted company, Octavia could not resist staring at the duo and marvelling at their easy progress. ‘It was as if Elizabeth was no burden at all.’ She turned to resume her ordinary duties as she concluded they could have a long chat and discuss everything after lunch.

When Sandra and Elizabeth entered the dining room the meal was almost over. All the mentally disable residents had left and the room was nearly deserted except for Jenny and Marge sitting in the bay window finishing their puddings. Jenny and Marge were two ex models who had been driving to a photo shoot when they had an accident. Both girls had lost their legs just above the knees. They were now wheelchair bound. They waved the duo over and Sandra nodded acknowledgement. Elizabeth was too busy relishing the pure luxury of choosing her own food and carrying the tray. Sandra unthinkingly told Elizabeth her own choice and suddenly realised that Elizabeth was not officially connected yet. Nobody was supposed to know about Elizabeth’s newfound ability. She felt their elbow give her a soft nudge in the ribs as Elizabeth reminded her of the perils. Fortunately, Jenny and Marge did not notice and the danger had passed before it had started. With their choices made, they strolled over to Marge and Jenny.

“Are you two coming into town this afternoon?” Jenny asked.

“Uh. Not today. I’ve got to go over some stuff with Octavia.” Replied Sandra as she and Elizabeth adopted the old familiar pattern with the redundant harness for disguise.

Jenny then looked at Elizabeth and pressed her.

“Well you can still come love. We can easily sit you on our chairs and share the load like we always do.”

“Well. I uhm-. Not just today. I’ve also got business with Octavia. Thanks awfully. Tomorrow perhaps.”

Jenny and Marge’s eyes widened with mild surprise. Usually, Elizabeth always jumped at a chance to get out and about. Both ex models seemed a little disappointed and it showed in their faces.

“It was just such a lovely day and there’s room on the bus for both our wheelchairs.” Finished Marge.

Elizabeth was disappointed. She desperately wanted to go into town as well. She had often gone to town inside Sandra’s baby sling and their appearance had ceased to turn many heads. Most of the shopkeepers, restaurateurs and publicans knew about Elizabeth’s thalidomide condition. Indeed, most of the townsfolk regarded Sandra as something of a saint for shouldering the burden. They settled down to their meals in silence while Jenny and Marge watched fascinated, as Sandra appeared to feed Elizabeth with ease.

“You’re doing well feeding Elizabeth. She hasn’t spilt a bit.”

Sandra and Elizabeth tensed for a moment then resumed eating as Jenny and Marge prepared to leave for town. Elizabeth eyed them wistfully. The opportunity to share a day out with two ‘normal’, intelligent, mentally unimpaired residents was a rare treat. Sandra sensed Elizabeth’s disappointment and realised that Elizabeth was really keen to go. Sandra decided to bite the bullet and take the plunge.

“Eh- would you two be prepared to wait a bit before going?”

Jenny swapped a glance with Marge and they agreed.

“Not too long. The bus has to collect the others. How long will this business with Octavia take?”

“Well I need to chat with Elizabeth first. You go and get ready and we’ll have finished lunch in a minute.”

As Jenny and Marge wheeled away, Elizabeth rounded on her partner.

“What’s all that about? We can’t go to town like this!”

“Well we’re going to have to go some time. Sooner’s better than later.”

“But the doctors!” Protested Elizabeth. “What about their medical opinions?”

“We can make an appointment to see the doctors any time. Octavia will sort that out. If we place the baby harness over my shoulders and make it look like we used to look, then nobody will know.”
Elizabeth considered Sandra’s idea. ‘It could work.’ She concluded.

“So what about those two. They might notice, and they might invite me to share one of their laps.”

“Easy. We tell them about our conjoinment. They’re good friends. If Octavia can handle it then they surely can.”

“Huh. I think we’d better check with Octavia first.” Suggested Elizabeth.

“Only out of courtesy to her and our position here. Technically, we’re responsible adults. Octavia can’t tell us what to do.”

“She could throw me out.” Elizabeth hazarded.

“Uuhh hello-o!” Sandra cautioned her. “She can only throw US out. We can always choose to live in our own normal house now. After all, we have managed perfectly so far.”

“Well that’s true. Trouble is I like it here.”

“Well, that’s simple then. Let’s go and see Octavia.”

They chatted in Octavia’s office for a good twenty minutes before Marge and Jenny returned ready for town. Finally, they emerged with Octavia shaking her head as she smiled at Jenny and Marge.

“OK then”, observed Octavia, “here they are, tell them right now.”

“Tell us what?” Chorused the legless pair.

“You’d better all come back into my office.” Suggested Octavia.

Once everybody was seated in front of Octavia’s desk, she spoke. To Jenny and Marge.

“Right you two. You’d best prepare for a shock. Sandra and Elizabeth have one hell of a surprise for you.”

The two ex models exchanged puzzled looks until the other duo stood up and unbuttoned the front of their nursing overall.

“Where’s your baby harn-? Oh my God!! What’s happened?” Squealed Jenny, who had the better view.

Marjory strained her neck as Elizabeth flung the front flaps of the nursing overall wider; then, when she saw the situation; she joined Jenny in the same squeal. Octavia quickly subdued them.

“Oh for heaven’s sake girls. Stop being so melodramatic.”

“Melodramatic!!” Screeched Jenny. “What d’you mean melodramatic. They’re joined to-bloody-gether for fuck’s sake!!”

“Yes indeed!” Continued Octavia. “And very happy they are about it.”

“Oh I’ll bloody bet!” Cackled Marge as she stared at Sandra and Elizabeth’s tights around their common waist. “And how did this bloody happen? Did the chief fairy seamstress come down and stitch them together?”

“Well not quite.” Interrupted Sandra. “But you know that strange shop I was talking about last night. The one were I bought the pendant.”

“Oh don’t bloody tell me.” Scoffed Jenny. “He sold you that Magic Necklace.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. D’you remember last night when you put one half of the pendant each around Elizabeth’s neck and mine. Well that’s when it started.”

“Oh get out of here, crowed Marge. That’s just so much crap!”

“It may be crap to you!” Snapped Elizabeth but can you explain this!!”

So saying, she yanked down the side of their tights and panties to reveal a perfect conjoinment with no sign of a scar. Jenny and Marge’s eyes widened in uncomprehending disbelief.

“Oh fuck! It’s true.” Gasped Jenny.

“You better believe it!” Riposted Elizabeth as she snapped the waistbands back to respectability. She had absolutely no intentions of exposing their true dual sex condition. That was to be their very own secret.

“Now. Shall we go into town?” Finished Sandra as a shocked silence engulfed Jenny and Marge. “I’ve got to return to that crazy shop and thank that wizard.”

“Thank him!” Gasped Marge.

“You bet!” Replied Elizabeth. “Just look, I can use these arms now. I’ll explain on the bus. Come on. That wizard is one fellow I’ve just got to meet and thank.”

“Well I’ll have to get the baby harness and pretend Elizabeth is still in it.” Finished Sandra.

Still reeling from the revelations, Jenny and Marge turned in a state of shock and wheeled towards the minibus while Sandra and Elizabeth fixed up the baby harness to make it look as though Elizabeth was neatly ensconced in it. They met again just as the driver had finished the wheelchair hoist and the girls were safely fixed in the bus.

On the journey to town, they chatted in whispers to avoid revealing the situation to the driver. The driver worked full time for the care home and attended to all the transport needs. She was however well known for her gossiping. Despite her efforts to eavesdrop on the four friends, she arrived at the mall none the wiser and they arranged a pick-up time for the evening. As soon as they were out of earshot, they unanimously elected to go to the strange little magic shop.

After traipsing through the mall and around the winding streets of the old town, they eventually came to the cross roads of Cripplegate and Oldgate. Sandra searched around uncomprehendingly as no trace could be found of the strange little shop.
(N.B. For our transatlantic Cousins. The word ‘Gate’ is the old Nordic Viking word for the even older Roman word Street. Think of Aldegate in London. One translation could mean ‘Old Street’ or ‘The Street of the Elders.’)

“But it was here. Right here!” Sandra protested tearfully.

“Oh yeah. Well I suppose that figures. It was a magic shop after all.” Scoffed a disbelieving Marge. “Come on. Let’s go for a coffee across the street.”

“It was definitely here. I know it was! How d’you explain the pendant and our conjoinment?” Sandra continued angrily.

“She’s got a point their,” added Jenny, “how do you explain the joint?”

“Conjoinment! Snapped Elizabeth. It’s called a conjoinment.”

“Are we going for coffee or not?” Demanded Marge.

The four made their way across the old cobbled street to their usual little pavement café. After finishing their coffees, they went shopping because Sandra and Elizabeth had some very special needs. Jenny and Marge soon learned why.

“Yes.” Declared Elizabeth to Jenny as they examined the new bras. “No underwiring, but with Double D soft smooth satiny cups.”

Why so particular?” Asked Marge.

“The underwired ones dig into my neck and the patterned cups irritate my ears. See.”

To demonstrate, Elizabeth pressed her head back into Sandra’s fulsome cleavage.

“D’you mind!” Objected Sandra. “I’m here as well you know.”

Jenny and Marge exchanged comprehending glances and went searching amongst the racks of bras for something suitable. They met outside of the large disabled changing room with over a dozen suitable bra fittings. After testing each one, Sandra and Elizabeth agreed on nine of them and they went into the purchase basket. Next they had to choose panties. This time Elizabeth let Sandra choose them, for by now, she perfectly understood Sandra’s special needs and excluded the two models from the search.
For once Sandra was secretly grateful for Elizabeth’s oft time pushy, domineering nature and she let her conjoined partner repel Jenny and Marge’s questions.

“This bit’s really private. Go and do your own shopping. We’ll meet again for coffee at the same café on the Cripplegate about fiveish.” Ordered Elizabeth.

Once Jenny and Marge had left, Sandra and Elizabeth learned to their pleasant surprise that they were quite comfortable with only a single extra size up from Sandra’s old panties. Armed with this comforting knowledge they soon accumulated a suitable wardrobe of new, very silky, full cut frilly panties with a light support feature. As they tested each pair back in the disabled changing room Elizabeth expressed her surprise.

“It’s incredible. I seem to have blended right into your tummy. Look, they’re a perfect fit. Mmmm, these are yummy!”
Sandra twitched agreeably and Elizabeth sensed her satisfaction.

“Several of these in different colours, I think.” Declared Elizabeth.

“Yes please!” Gasped the slightly agitated Sandra.

Elizabeth smiled inwardly. ‘Sandra’s pleasures were becoming her pleasures also.’

They tested a few more different styles and finally finished with over thirty different pairs of panties.

“I don’t think my card will stand this,” declared Sandra dejectedly.

“Mine will, easily,” finished Elizabeth.

“But, you shouldn’t have to buy my panties I -“

“What d’you mean your panties? These are our panties!”

“Oh-. Yes. Of course! I -. I -. I’m still getting used to this.

“So am I. So am I!” Finished Elizabeth as she gazed adoringly at her partner in the mirror and a huge smile spread across her face. “Now what about skirts and trousers?”

“That’s going to be much more difficult.” Observed Sandra.

“Oh I shouldn’t think so. If we buy stretch trousers they should be just like our panties. Let’s try just one size bigger again.”

“And the skirts?” Persisted Sandra.

“We’ll just have to experiment. Jenny and Marge can help us there. After all, they were fashion models. They should have excellent dress sense.”

To emphasise her words, Elizabeth was already dialling their friends on her mobile and they appeared from the coats section in a matter of minutes.

“Tops, skirts and trousers girls. What d’you think?” Demanded Elizabeth.

Jenny and Marge just couldn’t resist such an open invitation and the afternoon passed swimmingly. It was also during their visits to the disabled changing rooms that Jenny and Marge accidentally learned of Sandra and Elizabeth’s big, big secret.
Having been accustomed to the casual nakedness and intimate adjustments of the catwalk, Jenny was checking the fit of a very soft delicate skirt when her hand strayed quite naturally to Elizabeth’s crotch. Because she was confined to the wheelchair, and had to stretch to make the job easier, Jenny reached under Elizabeth’s crotch and Sandra’s butt to adjust the crumpled back tail of Sandra’s blouse and make the skirt sit right. Unexpectedly, her fingers fetched up against Sandra’s rigid organ.
With her mouth full of fixing pins, Jenny let out a muffled squeak as she immediately recognised the familiar shape and texture of a boy’s cock. The pins spat out of her mouth as she squeaked and her knowledgeable fingers gave the familiar organ a knowing squeeze.

With ten years experience as a model behind her, Jenny knew exactly what a man’s erect cock felt like even through a pair of tights and silky panties. She’d seen it all.

“What the hell!” She whispered hoarsely.

“Ahh.” Croaked the devastated Sandra as she felt the unexpected fingers wrapping themselves around her silk encased organ.

“Damn!” Giggled Elizabeth as Jenny’s wide-eyed face gaped up in shock. “I’d hoped to keep that a secret.”

“I’m not surprised!” Gasped the shocked Jenny.

“What’s going on?” Asked Marge.

“Feel for yourself.” Jenny squawked. “They’ve got a cock tucked away under there.” Jenny added, as she pointed to Elizabeth’s crotch.

“You’re joking!” Giggled Marge.

“Just put your hand under that dress sweetie. You’ll see if I’m joking or not.”

“Leave us alone!” Protested Sandra.

“No let them see.” Argued Elizabeth. “They may as well know the whole truth.”

“What! Everything?” Protested Sandra.

“That’s what you said earlier. Remember?”

“That was just the conjoinment, not this.”

“Why not?” Argued Elizabeth. “D’you think they weren’t curious anyway. I’ll bet their little minds have been fermenting like wine vats since lunch time as they try to figure out what the arrangements are down there. Am I right you two?”

Jenny and Marge blushed then nodded guiltily as they both replied ‘Yes’.

“See. We’re going to get this all the time, and what d’you think the doctor’s will say tomorrow?”

“But I feel such a — such —a.” Wailed Sandra.

“What. Fraud, freak, what?” Demanded Marge as her inquisitive fingers reappeared from under the flimsy skirt.

“Don’ worry about it kid. We’ve all got crosses to bear.” Declared Jenny as she gave Sandra a knowing glance and nodded slightly towards Marge.

Sandra immediately got the jist and gasped.

“What. You mean you two. You’re -! You’re in a — a relationship?”

“We are now.” Added Marge. “Well we are now because only perves and freakos want to sleep with stumpies.”

“Well we were actually A.C., D.C., before,” added Jenny, “that’s why we are such close friends, but now we keep ourselves to ourselves. Octavia knows. In fact, when she found out she was positively adamant that we become residents at her care home. She understands you see, in fact I’m not sure if she isn’t a lezzy herself.”

Sandra was mildly shocked at the revelations.

“Oh come on! Octavia’s just a hardheaded businesswoman. That doesn’t make her a lesbian.”

“Don’t you believe it. We girl’s can spot these things!” Added Marge. “In fact I think Octavia would be quite sympathetic to your transvestism. Just fancy that. You’re a tranny and we never, never knew. You’re a very good one sweetie. We’d never have guessed in a million years, and we’ve seen it all darling.”

Jenny nodded in agreement then added.

“I think you should tell Octavia. It might go badly if the doctors tell her tomorrow.”

“They cant do that! Argued Sandra. “Medical confidentiality and all that!”

Sandra was worried though. Perhaps it would be better to tell Octavia. She knew that Octavia was a genuinely fair-minded woman. Her treatment of Sandra and the ensuing promotion to night duty nurse had proved that, but the idea of Sandra declaring her transvestism to the boss had terrified Sandra.

“So what are we to do with you then sir?” Grinned Marge.

“What d’you mean Sir!” Snapped Elizabeth. “I’ll have you know, I’m all girl!”

Jenny and Marge frowned uncomprehendingly.

“But that’s a cock down there,” objected Jenny.

“And my pussy! You didn’t check all the way did you? You didn’t look inside our panties!”

“What! You mean -!” Gasped Marge.

“Oh we might as well show them every bloody thing!” Sighed Sandra as she hoisted up the flimsy skirt and tugged the waistband of their tights and panties down past their knees. Jenny and Marge juggled clumsily in their wheelchairs as they both pushed forward to get a clear view. Elizabeth, having long been used to the ignomies of a lifetime of unasked-for exposure, gave a wry smile as Jenny and Marge developed disbelieving stares.

“Shit! You lucky bitches!” Gasped Jenny, as she watched Sandra’s growing cock sliding easily into Elizabeth’s greedy cunny.

After another brief disbelieving silence Marge broke the spell.

“So where’s your arsehole?” Demanded Marge.

“Where it’s always been.” Said Sandra as she tugged the tights and panties back to their waist and adjusted the crotch of their panties to make their cock comfortable.

Jenny and Marge fell silent again as they exchanged envious glances.

“Jenny’s right. You are one pair of lucky bitches!” Finished Marge.

“Yeah! Just imagine if w -, we -!” Stuttered Jenny.

“If only!” Finished Marge as they shared previous thoughts.”

“Well. It’s not to be,” Sighed Jenny, “let’s get these purchases to the sales counter then we can look at some jackets for us.”

“That’s an idea,” added Elizabeth,” I could wear a short bolero jacket that only reaches down to our conjoinment at my back.”

“And the same sort of thing for me cut away from the waist,” added Sandra.

“Oooh. Now at last, we’re getting some proper fashion sense,” grinned Marge, ”I remember seeing something in ladies clothing, they had several different styles of jackets, skirts and dresses in the same colours and material. They would make an excellent matching outfit."

They gathered up all the purchases and made their way to the coats and jackets section. With Marge and Jenny’s keen eye for fashion they quickly completed their shopping lists and left the mall by the now familiar side entrance to the old town. Finally the last clothing stop was at a small specialist material and haberdashery shop where they added a selection of assorted dressmaking and lingerie materials.

“Some of our clothes will still need modifying. This stuff is for alterations and tailoring,” declared Sandra, “I’m pretty good with a sowing machine.”

When they finally emerged with the wheelchairs loaded with shopping, the evening shadows were lengthening and they scurried through the winding lanes back to the Cripplegate. It was naturally Sandra who spotted the little shop first for she had been wondering what had happened to it. The question had been playing on her mind and it was a shocked relief when she suddenly spotted it again.

“Shit look!!”

Three other heads turned and gaped disbelievingly at the olde-worlde portal then gasped in unison.

“That’s impossible! It definitely wasn’t there earlier.” Jenny squealed.

“Yeah. Tell me!” Snorted Sandra. “Now tell me I’m daft!”

“I don’t think we should go in,” cautioned Marge, “this is just too creepy.”

“Well, I am.” Declared Sandra. “I’ve got a bill to settle and a massive ‘thank you’ to deliver. I don’t intend to cheat him of his monies.”

“Seconded,” said Elizabeth, “and anyway, I owe him a big ‘thank you’ as well.”

“I don’t think it’s wise,” protested Marge, “ it’s giving me the creeps.”

“Why,” asked Jenny, turning to Marge; “he hasn’t actually hurt anybody and these two seem to be actually really pleased.”

“Amen to that!” Sandra concluded adamantly.

So saying, the conjoined duo were already crossing the street and entering the little 'Olde Worlde Shoppe' even as Jenny and Marge still sat arguing in their wheelchairs. The doorbell gave its familiar ring and Sandra waited expectantly while Elizabeth’s eyes strayed everywhere as she peered through the gloom.

“So where is he?”

“He’ll be here shortly. Just be patient. I reckon if he’s made the shop visible again, because he’s expecting us and he wants to help those two.”

“Makes sense,” observed Elizabeth as they strolled between the displays.

As they examined the displays, Sandra suddenly realised that the shop was laid out differently. As the realisation struck her she turned nervously.

“This is weird.”

“What is?”

“The shop. It’s different. When I came here last time the counter was that side and the door to his back room was in that wall. And the door, that’s different as well. Last time I had to squeeze past that display but now the door opens the other way and there’s much more room. It’s wider, and look-, it’s like a disable access. D’you know, I think he’s expecting us, or rather he’s expecting Jenny and Marge.”

“Are you sure?” Asked Elizabeth.

“The more I think about it, the more certain I am. This shop is really weird. I think we’d better go. It’s Jenny and Marge he’s expecting”

“There’s no need,” came a disembodied voice from the gloomy door behind the counter.

A startled Sandra spun around to recognise the wizard stepping behind the counter.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”

The wizard’s eye fell upon Elizabeth and smiled.

“Well hello Miss Elizabeth. Everything’s well I see.”

“How d’you know my name?” Demanded Elizabeth.

“Don’t bother’” interrupted Sandra. “He knows everything. He’s a wizard.”

She felt Elizabeth shudder nervously so she reached gently and squeezed her reassuringly. The wizard nodded benignly as Elizabeth calmed down.

“So where are your friends, Jenny and Marge?”

Sandra nodded through the shop window to indicate the two wheel-chaired figures still arguing across the street.

“They’re afraid to come in.”

“You mean Marge is afraid,” replied the wizard, “I can sense Jenny trying to persuade her.”

“Shit!” Squeaked Elizabeth. “So you’re a bloody clairvoyant as well.”

“Yes,” replied the wizard matter-of-factly without a single sign of conceit or condescension.

“So are they going to cross over?” Asked Elizabeth.

“She’s almost persuaded. If you call from the door, that’ll persuade her.”

Taking the cue, Sandra opened the door and beckoned with her hand. Marge looked at her questioningly so Sandra reinforced her efforts with a ‘thumbs-up’ sign. Finally persuaded, Marge wheeled to the disable crossing and picked her way across the smooth patch across the old fashioned cobbles. Jenny followed and Sandra held open the door.
The wizard adopted the typical stance of the expectant retailer and beamed a smile at the two legless girls.

“Morning Jenny, Morning Marge. How can I help?”

“How d’you know our names?” Demanded the still suspicious Marge.

“He always knows,” interrupted Elizabeth. “Don’t even go there.”

“It’s a magic shop and I’m a wizard. Now you’re looking for a solution to your legs; or should I say lack of legs.”

“Christ! You don’t pull your punches do you?” Could you be a bit blunter please?” Added Jenny.

“Stop wasting my time. You’ve wasted enough by arguing across the street. I can’t keep this magic portal open all day. It takes energy. If you want sympathy, you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary! I produce solutions, not always normal solutions but solutions nevertheless. Now d’you want help or not?”

“I told you not to upset him,” cautioned Sandra.

Jenny and Marge fell silent with shock and the wizard tapped his fingers impatiently.

“Can you really help us?” Asked Marge finally.

“Yes, of course. You might find the solution strange but it will enable you to move about normally. The only thing I won’t do is add to your burden. You’ve stuff enough already in your lives.”

“Meaning what?” Gasped a suspicious Jenny.

“You’re close, very close. As true lovers, would you like to get closer?”

“Well of course we’d like to be closer. We love each other deeply.” Declared Marge boldly as she threw caution to the wind.
The wizard smiled and rummaged through the same cabinet as he had previously with Sandra. He then produced another double necklace and again it comprised two chains each with two interlocking pieces of the same stone. This time, both parts were pink.
Jenny and Marge exchanged nervous glances as Jenny fingered the jewellery.

”This is real gold ... just like Sandra and Elizabeth’s and it’s the same degree of high craftsmanship. Where do these necklaces come from?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” The Wizard replied.

“Are you sure this will solve our problems?”

“I can assure you it will give you legs to walk again.”
These words almost clinched it but the wizard reinforced their decision.

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll take Sandra and Elizabeth’s necklaces back and they can become separated as before.”

“No-oo!” Wailed Elizabeth. “I like it as we are! I’ve got arms and legs!”

“And me,” added Sandra, desperate to keep the intimacy of her newly conjoined partner.

The wizard smiled and reassured the conjoined duo that he was only demonstrating to Jenny and Marge how happy they were with their solution. Sandra let out a sigh of relief and slumped against the counter as Elizabeth wiped her own brow to remove the beads of worry. The wizard turned again to Jenny and Marge.

“There you are ladies. You know Sandra and Elizabeth intimately, and they are quite happy. I can assure you that the solution will please you both. Now here are the instructions. Marge, you’re left handed, so you wear this necklace, see how your stone fits on the left hand side.”

Marge studied the necklace and smiled as Jenny slipped it gently over her neck. Marge sensed the intensity of Jenny’s love so she reciprocated with the other ‘right handed’ necklace and placed it around Jenny’s neck. Both girls kissed passionately but the wizard seemed totally unphased by the naked display of lesbian affection. Instead he turned to Sandra and Elizabeth.

“So how can I help you this time?”

“Oh — oh nothing, stammered Sandra. I just wanted to thank you and bring you the money for our necklaces.”

“As I said last time, if the necklaces have made you happy then there’s no fee. Enjoy your life together.”

He turned to the still tightly embraced Jenny and Marge and smiled again.
“Now ladies, it’s nearly five o’clock. I’m closing soon, so if there’s nothing else -.”

Reluctantly the legless pair separated from their upper-body embrace and Sandra held open the door as they wheeled into the street.

“Live long and live happy!” Called the wizard just as the door was closing.

“Nice man.” Declared Elizabeth humorously.

“Oh a lovely man.” Finished Sandra.

“D’you think those two understand?” She whispered as she studied the two wheelchairs bumping along the cobbles of the Cripplegate.

“I suspect they do,” suggested Sandra. “Indeed I think they really want to get extra close.”

“Like us.” Giggled Elizabeth.

“Yes. Precisely like us. But did you notice how the two stones fit differently?”

“You mean side by side.”

“We’ll see in the morning.”

The pair felt their cock stiffen and their cunny grow moist as they both considered the approaching event. For a brief moment, they had to turn into a narrow alcove and adjust their panties to allow their cock to locate his favourite cunny. When they rejoined the street Elizabeth studied the wheelchair pair again.

“What d’you think the wizard meant by saying, ‘not adding to their burden’?”

Sandra was stumped and just shrugged her shoulders. This caused her soft silky blouse to caress Elizabeth’s ears and Elizabeth could not resist gently nestling her head between the fulsome silky pillows of Sandra’s breasts. Finally they spotted the care-home’s minibus waiting just outside the mall. Jenny had contacted the driver on her mobile and organised the rendezvous. Gratefully, Sandra quickened her stride and they loaded the bus with wheelchairs, shopping and passengers. On the bus they debated in whispers what the necklaces would do.

“I think they’ll somehow join you together like Sandra and me,” suggested Elizabeth.

“D’you really think so?” Giggled Marge.

“Doesn’t that frighten you?” Gasped a surprised Elizabeth. “After all we didn’t know that it would happen and anyway, for me
at least, it’s best thing to ever happen.”

“And for me,” added Sandra.

They all exchanged knowing glances as they remembered Sandra’s position. She was now a very attractive girly transvestite who had the best of all worlds. A cock, a cunt and all the sensations she could ever hope for as both a girl and a transvestite. Elizabeth persisted.

“But if you become conjoined, it could be for ever!” Persisted Elizabeth.

“No.” Replied Jenny. “The wizard said he could separate you two again if you gave back the necklaces. I believe we have the same option.”

“Why. Aren’t you certain about becoming conjoined?” Pressed Sandra.

“I think it depends on how we’re joined.”

Curiosity stirred everybody’s imaginations and Sandra felt Elizabeth getting horny as the wetness formed in their mutual vagina. This in turn set their mutual cock off and Elizabeth knew that the idea was turning Sandra horny as well. They gently tensed their various bits as they sensed their mutual hornyness reflecting their fantasies. Elizabeth was forced to indulge her own licentious thoughts and press further. She turned to Marge who seemed the more adventurous of the lesbian pair.

“So how would you like to be joined?”

Marge glanced at Jenny who smiled encouragingly.

‘After all,’ thought Jenny, ‘it would be good to know just how far Marge would like to go.’ The idea of being conjoined intimately with her best friend and lover was already making her cunny damp.

“Go on,” pressed Jenny, “I’d like to know what to expect.”

“Well -, this -, this is only fantasy you understand,” hedged Marge.

“Go on. I’d still like to know just how far you’d like to go.”

“Well, I -, I’d like to share the nice bits so that we could share sensations like Sandra and Liz.”

“And that would mean -,”

“Well -, you know. If we were joined side by side, we could each share the same cunny and each have a leg.”

“Sounds good so far,” grinned Jenny, “so what about topside?”

“I -, I haven’t really thought about that. I mean, do we each keep our arms and tits or what -, I don’t know.”

“That would be a bit uncomfortable. I think we should each share one boob each and perhaps one arm each. Then we would look just like ‘a two headed woman’.”

Sandra considered the configuration and nodded.

“That might be the best arrangement. You could sit in a normal chair and your clothes would be more or less normal. Tops might have to be tailored a little wider to accommodate your two heads.”

All four considered the arrangement and the silence indicated that this was the general consensus. Jenny broke the silence as she searched for advice.

“What’s it like for you two? You know, sharing stuff like lavatory functions and uhm, sex.”

“Great.” Declared Elizabeth. “We defecate together but we pee through our own plumbing.”

“Why’s that?” Asked Jenny.

“Sandra still has to flush her boy plumbing after we’ve had fun.” Smirked Elizabeth knowingly.
Sandra nodded confirmation then added.

“But we still each feel the other peeing even though we control our own water. It’s a bit weird.”

“And the number two’s?”

“That’s a bit trickier,” said Elizabeth, “we both have to push simultaneously or it doesn’t come.”

“Uugh! Gross!” Snorted Jenny.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. I’m only giving it to you as it is. If you end up sharing the same butt hole, just think about it.”

Just then the bus lurched into the lane and they prepared to disembark. No more was said as Marge and Jenny each fingered their halves of their necklace thoughtfully while the bus took them home.

Octavia met them at the door and smiled as she helped with the wheelchairs.

“Have you had a good day?”

“You bet,” replied Elizabeth for all of them, “and lot’s of new stuff for us.”

Octavia glanced at the shopping bags under the wheelchairs and smiled thoughtfully.

‘Sandra was lucky that Elizabeth was a very wealthy orphan. It was obvious that Elizabeth had funded the retail therapy. Sandra would never have to worry about money for the rest of their conjoined lives.’ Then Octavia fell to more mundane but important matters.

“Now you two, as we discussed after lunch before you went shopping. I’ve arranged for several doctors to see you tomorrow. Did you have any trouble in the mall?”

“No.” Replied Elizabeth. “The baby harness disguised everything. Several people recognised us and just assumed Sandra was carrying me like normal.”

“Good. Best let the doctors know about you before this whole thing goes public.”

Sandra and Elizabeth fell silent whilst Jenny and Marge exchanged thoughtful expressions. Octavia then addressed Sandra.
“Will you be OK for night duties? I couldn’t get anybody to replace you at short notice I’m afraid. If you can’t face it

I’ll fill in for you.”

Sandra smiled. ‘Octavia was a good boss and a caring one.’ However, Sandra found Elizabeth to be no problem and so she happily volunteered to do the night shift.

“Are you happy with that Elizabeth?” Pressed Octavia.

“I’m as happy as a sand boy,” giggled Elizabeth, “anyway, I’ll probably sleep most of the time. Sandra’s breasts make a lovely pillow.”

So saying, Elizabeth closed her eyes and wagged her head sensuously between Sandra’s bountiful ‘double D’ breasts. Octavia smiled wryly as she noticed Sandra twitch ever so slightly as she betrayed the almost unnoticeable interplay between the conjoined pair. Octavia gaze rested a little too long and wistfully as she considered Sandra’s firm, splendid breasts.

‘Some pillows,’ thought Octavia,‘ and they were not even sagging’ she noted in silent envy. ‘Elizabeth sure was a lucky girl.’ For a long moment Octavia was almost transfixed by the straining mounds under Sandra’s beautiful silky blouse. The she realised her actions had been noticed. Although Elizabeth was still luxuriating in Sandra’s cleavage with her eyes still closed, Sandra was very much awake and ‘eye’s wide open’!

Octavia caught Sandra eyeing her curiously and she turned away a little too quickly in her attempt to hide her interest. However, Octavia’s interest had not gone un-noticed. Sandra was exquisitely sensitive to the slightest nuance of unusual behaviour and Marge and Jenny had also noticed Octavia’s lingering gaze. Octavia sensed the tension and immediately turned to the night logbook to divert any further attention.

“Well I -. Look, give me a call, if you encounter any difficulties. I’ll check in again at ten then I’ll sleep in the spare room in the staff cottage across the grounds tonight, just in case; O.K?”

“Fine by me,” smiled Sandra who tactfully allowed Octavia the chance to ‘withdraw’ gracefully.

“Oh. And I’ve arranged for the cook to leave out some extra supplies in the kitchen in case you need to prepare any extra meals or something.”

“Thanks,” called Sandra as Octavia almost fell through the door in her embarrassment to be away.

“What’s with her?” Asked Elizabeth who had opened her eyes again.

“Dunno,” lied Sandra, as she exchanged knowing glances with Jenny and Marge. “Come on, let’s get this shopping put away.”

The four of them entered the lift and went to Sandra’s flat to rearrange all Elizabeth and Sandra’s new underwear.

“Oooh! You certainly like them frilly and very femme don’t you?” Giggled Marge.

Sandra felt a little self-conscious but Elizabeth went on the attack.

“It’s what we like. So mind your own business!”

“Sorry about that love,” added Jenny. “Please don’t take any notice of Marge; she can be a bit insensitive at times. We’ll see you later in the lounge.”

So saying the pair wheeled back to the lift with Jenny scolding Marge like a pair of fussy old dames. Once they were alone, Elizabeth and Sandra had the rest of the evening until ten o’clock just experimenting with their new clothes. Most of the lingerie fitted satisfactorily, but needle and thread was needed to adjust some of the outer clothes. Fortunately, several years of tailoring to her transvestite needs had made Sandra an excellent seamstress. Her little sowing machine was soon busy and would remain so for many years to come. By nine, she had knocked up some excellent garments to accommodate their unique needs. At ten o’clock, Octavia returned and dismissed the afternoon ‘two-til'-ten’ shift. This enabled Sandra to take over her night roster without any unwanted publicity.

Fortunately the only ‘mentally normal’ residents in the home were Jenny, Marge and Elizabeth. The other twelve residents were all quite seriously mentally disabled. As Sandra made her rounds that night she simply kept the lights down low so the mentally impaired residents couldn’t see much. The sight of Elizabeth apparently sitting in a baby harness was quite usual anyway. At eleven o’clock, with the first night round complete, Sandra and Elizabeth rejoined Jenny and Sandra at the card table.

“Are you going to try it tonight?” Asked Elizabeth. Failing to conceal her excitement.

The two models nodded and they fell to discussing their preferred conjoinment. By midnight, weariness overcame Jenny and Marge so they made their excuses and went to bed. Elizabeth also yawned and Sandra smiled condescendingly.

“I’ve got another round to do love, then I’ll be making myself a cup of coffee.”

“Uugh. I don’t much like that Idea. It might keep me awake as well.”

“Well until the job thing is sorted, I’m afraid I’m pretty much obliged to Octavia. She was good enough to give me a job when my life was shit, so I owe her this much.”

So saying, Sandra commenced her patrol and Elizabeth grumbled because she wanted to sleep. Sandra recognised the problem. It was OK for Elizabeth when Sandra sat down in the office and curled up in the big armchair, but when she walked about doing her rounds, there was no way Elizabeth could get to sleep. Sandra sensed Elizabeth’s discomfort as she constantly tried to make herself comfortable.

“I’ll go and get some sort of support to bind your body against mine,” observed Sandra, “then you can relax a little more.”
As Elizabeth grumbled sleepily, Sandra slipped up to her room and collected her little sowing machine and some suitable materials. In the small hours of the morning, the little machine whirred away between inspection rounds and by four o’clock; Sandra had produced a very specialised double-bodied panty-corselet that sprung out of a single panty bottom. Elizabeth eyed it sleepily and grumbled as Sandra stepped into it and tried their umpteenth mutual fitting. Finally, Sandra knew she had got it right. The double bodice fitted them both comfortably and Elizabeth found the lightly boned bodice support just perfect. It was not laced like a corset because the dual elasticated bodices made the garment a snug fit without crushing or pinching them painfully. Finally, after Sandra had finished fastening the hooks and eyes at the back of her bodice and the laces at the back of Elizabeth’s part, she turned to face the mirror.

“It fit’s just like a second skin,” giggled Elizabeth as she studied the mirror.

“Mmm. Yes,” replied Sandra as she smoothed their sensitive fingers over the delightfully silky material.
Elizabeth noticed Sandra’s sensuous reaction and smirked knowingly.

“Huh! I just knew you would have to use such silky smooth material.”

“So. I’m a tranny. I like soft and silky. Here, you have a feel.”

Sandra relinquished control of her hands to Elizabeth who promptly ran their fingers up and down the silky panels of her own bodice. Then she gently traced their fingers over the soft silky cups of her bra and gasped at the tantalising shock of delight. Sandra of course felt the same exquisite sensations and gasped as she lurched sensitively.

“Oo-oh! Warn me when you’re going to do that!”

Elizabeth sighed pleasurably.

“Mmmm. It’s a really nice feel isn’t it? I think I’m developing your tranny feelings for soft and silky.”

“Would you really want to?” Whispered Sandra nervously.

“Well I can cant I? Anyway, girls are allowed to wear soft and silky.”

Sandra swallowed nervously. She did not know what to think.

“But haven’t you always liked soft and silky?”

“Well I was never really allowed to was I? Not like this. No soft silky material caressing my bum or silky sheer glossy tights slithering on my legs. This is all new, and very nice I might add. Remember, I’ve never had smooth and silky before. They always treated me like a lump of meat and dressed me in plain cotton.”

“Sandra was beginning to realise that Elizabeth had never been allowed, and indeed able to express any feelings of femininity. Only their conjoinment had enabled her to advance down such new avenues of personal exploration. Sandra relaxed as their cock started to stiffen.

Elizabeth felt their shared cock responding and tried to squirm to get their cunny in the right position for receiving it. However, the double-bodied corselet provided too much support and prevented her from bending and humping freely. Instead, their cock grew into the silky front of the shared panty section and ended up pressing against their shared clitty. Elizabeth let out a little squeak of frustrated surprise as she reached feverishly to try and tuck their wayward cock into his rightful haven.

“Blast it! It’s grown too far. I can’t tuck it back with this corselet panty section holding him against me. Damn! But it feels nice though!”

“Sandra ‘humped’ gently and sent their cock sliding along the silky front panty panel while the ridged back of the penis pressed against their shared clitty. Elizabeth let out a groan of delight.

“Oo-ooh-owow! That’s just soo-oo good!”

With that, the little clock chimed softly and Sandra had to commence another early morning patrol.

“Come on. Duty calls.”

“Oh what, again?” Can’t we just finish this -?” Begged Elizabeth as she frotted their clitty urgently along the back of their cock.

“Sorry. It’s four o’clock,” declared Sandra, “and anyway, I want to see how Jenny and Marge are doing.”

“Ooh yes!” Whispered Elizabeth. “D’you think they’ll be conjoined by now?”

“If it works as fast as it did for us, I should think they would.”

“Come on then, let’s check them out.” Giggled Elizabeth.

“No. I just want to check they are still asleep. I’m not going to disturb them. They should be allowed to wake up in private. After all we had privacy.”

Elizabeth’s narrow shoulders sagged a little with disappointment. She so wanted to check the two models out. After completing the necessary rounds, Sandra took her night torch and carefully peeped around the door to check on Jenny and Marge. In the low glimmer of the torch, it was obvious that their heads were too close together for two individual bodies even though the duvet covered them. Sandra felt a warm glow of empathy for the pair then Elizabeth let out a little gasp and whispered excitedly.

“Look! Look! Those are feet sticking out!”

Sandra followed Elizabeth’s gaze and then also gasped. She gave Elizabeth an excited hug and they slipped quickly out of the room.

Back in the office they fell to discussing the obvious conjoinment of their friends.

“I only saw two feet; a left and a right.”

“They must have grown legs then because those feet were sticking out under the duvet.” Confirmed Sandra. “It’s possibly some sort of transformation of body tissue. You know, like transfer part of both torsos and make them into legs

“D’you think we should wake them up?” Pressed Elizabeth.

“Well it’s nearly five. Why not? Lets take them a pot of tea and some breakfast. That’ll be a good excuse.”

The pair then removed to the kitchen to prepare an early breakfast before the day staff arrived. As they carried the tray along the corridor, Sandra and Elizabeth heard excited gasps and squeals coming from the room.

“I think they’ve already woken,” declared Elizabeth unnecessarily, for the pleasurable sounds coming from the room were quite obvious. Fortunately, Jenny and Marge had an apartment in a separate wing from the rest of the disabled residents. Their shrieks of excitement could not be heard and the other residents slept peacefully.

At the end of the corridor Sandra tapped on the door with her shoe and declared ‘Tea and breakfast!’
The giggling stopped and there was a brief pause before Jenny and Marge answered in perfect unison.

“Enter.”

Careful not to upset the tray, Sandra eased the door open and they entered to find the two girls sitting up and looking very ‘flustered’. A brief glance immediately told both Sandra and Elizabeth what they had already anticipated but there were a few unpredicted deviations. The duvet was drawn up over their breasts so there was little else to see except their two heads, and a pair of arms.

As everybody had expected, Marge’s head was on the left of their conjoined body whilst Jenny’s was on the right of the slightly broadened shoulders. Their shared smile was even broader than their shoulders as the girls struggled to get further upright.

“D’you want to see the rest,” squealed Marge as the excitement mounted.

“You bet!” Squealed Elizabeth. “What else is new?”

“We’ve got legs! Look!” Squealed Jenny as she flicked the edge of the duvet up and swung her right leg out.

“Fabulous!” Responded Sandra excitedly as she hurriedly put the breakfast tray on the rolling hospital table. “Do they work?”

Jenny and Marge exchanged frowns as they ‘tested’ the arrangement.

“They seem to,” replied Marge, “but we each only control the one leg on our side.”

“Well that’s to be expected, so what about walking?” Asked Elizabeth. “Have you tried yet?”

“Uhm. No not yet. We haven’t even gone there yet. We’ve been a bit uuhm — preoccupied you see, there’s other stuff too.”

“Go on,” urged Sandra. “Show us.”

“We — we’ve got three titties, look!”

Elizabeth did a double take as Jenny slowly lowered the duvet to expose a splendid rack of three ripe firm breasts. Each could not have been more perfectly formed and all where of the same size.

“And we share feelings in the middle nipple. It’s really kinky!” Grinned Jenny.

“But very nice,” added Marge as she gently brushed the middle breasts with her fingers, causing Jenny to twitch licentiously.

“And what else?” Pressed Sandra.

Jenny and Marge pulled up their knees under the duvet and banged their knees gently together. Their jaws sagged slightly as they gasped softly before Jenny found her voice again.

“We uuhm-, we share a vagina,”

Elizabeth gave a little gasp and Sandra felt Elizabeth squeeze their own shared parts inside their panty-corselet.

“I half expected that!” Giggled Elizabeth. It sounds really nice. Do you uuhm -, you know, share feelings down there?”

Both girls smiled a little coyly before nodding together. Then Marge answered.

“Yes. It’s really weird. I woke up to find sexy here diddling away at my clitty. When I turned to reciprocate was when we discovered we had been conjoined. Jenny said she had been half asleep and thought she was only diddling herself. We’ve been enjoying each other ever since.”

“Mmmm.” Sighed Elizabeth. “It’s really nice isn’t it?”

“You bet!” Finished Jenny.

“Well, you’d better eat your breakfast then you can try walking.” Decided Sandra, ever the practical one.

“I Bet your first walk will be to the bathroom, you both look hot and bothered.” Smirked Elizabeth.

Marge and Jenny exchanged knowing glances and blushed again. They had yet to test their shared plumbing arrangements.

“That’ll be a first,” giggled Jenny.

A slight trace of doubt clouded Jenny and Marge’s faces as they sensed Sandra’s concerns.

“D’you think it’s too much?” Asked Marge seeking reassurance.

“No. Not me.” Replied Sandra as she recovered her composure. After all; we’re not exactly normal ourselves, so we can get used to it but others -, others might find it a bit threatening.”

Jenny pulled a wry smile as Sandra laid out the food.

“Why’ve you laid out two plates? We’ve only got one stomach.”

“Yeah. But you’ve got two mouths and two heads. Besides there’s different stuff on each plate. Lizzy and I prepared each of you your favourite breakfasts. Don’t forget, you are what’s in your heads. You’re still two people.” Stated Sandra matter-of-factly.

“She’s right.” Agreed Marge. “We don’t share our thoughts, well not all of them anyway.”

“No. We’re right,” corrected Elizabeth. “That’s the first thing you’ll realise. Sandra and I are still two people, just like you two are. It’s we though when we talk about us. It’s not I or them, it’s not her or me; it’s we. That’s how we think of ourselves. So it’s ‘we’ prepared the breakfast; OK?”

“Point taken. Replied Marge.

“So how do you control your arms?” Asked Sandra after deciding to avert any more confrontation by changing the subject.
Jenny and Marge held up their hands and wiggled their fingers.

“It’s easy, I control our left arm,” Marge explained.

“And I control our right arm. Jenny finished.

“What about now; when you’re eating?” Asked Elizabeth.

To demonstrate, Jenny and Marge took one set of cutlery and cut up their bacon on both plates in the European style. Then they each switched to the American style and forked the bacon into their own mouths with their favoured arms. They even surprised themselves with the fluidity and unconscious dexterity of their movements.

“Well that worked well.” Observed Sandra. “You seem to share your left — right co-ordination with unconscious ease.”

The girls considered this as they chewed their food and nodded agreeably. They felt surprised themselves by the un-thinking dexterity of their combined tasking. As they swallowed their first mouthfuls, Jenny spoke again.

“Crickey! This is weird. That was completely un-rehearsed. We still each control our own arm but somehow, we share motor co-ordination.”

“Cool!” Giggled Marge, “but our arms cross over the plates. It would be better if all the meal was on one plate then we can each pick our favourite tit-bits.”

Sandra made a note about using a large single plate in the future then smiled as she watched the models enjoy their first shared meal.

“Well finish your breakfasts while we go and write up the log. When you want the bathroom, call us.” Finished Elizabeth as she and Sandra turned to leave.