Trevor listened to one hair-brained scheme from his twin sister and ended up in the weirdest day of his life...

So, this story exists because of a contest to write twinning stories and/or artwork. It didn't need to be TG, but that's what I write so yeah. The story didn't get submitted to the contest, however, because I went over the word limit. Well, here it is for you guys to enjoy. Editorial duties and coming up with the title were Trismegistus Shandy, my good friend.

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“C’mon, Trev, please! Britney almost squealed. I just glared at her, completely incapable of even understanding her request, to the point that I wasn’t even calling her out on being called Trev, even though I hated it when she called me that.

“Just… Repeat that, but in English.”

She rolled her eyes. “My friend Amanda knows somebody who can change you into an exact copy of me so that you can go out with Ethan this Saturday.”

I rubbed at the back of my neck. “Yeah, I said in English and you just repeated what you said before that still makes no sense.”

“God, how is this hard?”

“The exact copy part. Also the magic part. Also, the whole thing. Also, is this the Amanda who supposedly got a sex change over a weekend last year?”

“Yeah, it is, but that’s not important.”

“It kinda feels like it could be.”

“Shush, the point is, will you do it?”

I still didn’t completely understand this. From what I’d been able to glean from what she’d told me, Ethan Holmes had asked her out on a date the coming Saturday, which also happened to be the night the football team was facing off against their big rivals, and Britney was a member of the cheer squad and had to be there, meaning the date couldn’t go off the way she wanted it to at all.

So then, she meets up with Amanda, one of her best friends, who supposedly knows somebody who knows magic or some shit and tells her that this magic person can turn me into Britney’s exact twin, a one hundred percent match. I’d even have all the memories necessary to fool Ethan into thinking I was really Britney.

However, as easy as Britney seemed to think this would be, the prospect of being her exact copy and flirting with the guy she wanted to date didn’t exactly sit right with me.

And yet here I was, potentially considering the idea. Something was just wrong with me. Maybe it was the fact that Ethan and I were friends, and I could just convince him of the truth and still get him to date Britney afterward. It would be weird as hell, though. Plus, if I did this, and if I waited until the end of the date to tell him what was going on, I’d get a free meal out of it.

The things I’ll do to help my twin sister, apparently.

I folded my arms over my chest. “I’m not saying yes to this, but if I do, what’s in it for me? And tell me again why you can’t just reschedule the date.”

She leaned back in the chair she was sitting in. “Ethan’s a popular guy and if I don’t date him this Saturday, someone else will.”

“He’s my friend, you think I can’t just ask him to hold off on dating until you get him?”

She shook her head. “I can’t take that risk. This is my one chance and I don’t wanna screw it up.”

“And you don’t think he already knows that you, a member of the cheer squad, will be at the football game and thus not with him?”

“I told him I’d skip this one.”

I sighed. “You’re really trying to cover your bases to get me to do this, aren’t you?”

Britney smiled. “Aw, you know me too well. So, you gonna do it?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“The prospect of a nice date with a hot guy and the option to see how the other half lives?”

“Not good enough.”

“I take all your chores for a week and give you fifty bucks?”

I sighed. No chores for a week would be nice. Still, I didn’t just want to agree to something that creeped the shit out of me, even with the fifty bucks added on. “Before I say yes to this -- which I’m not sure I will -- I wanna know how this will actually affect me. So I’m a carbon copy of you for one day and I get your memories, what will that do to me after tomorrow?”

“I don’t honestly know, Amanda just kinda told me her friend could do it. I figured we’d find out when we went to do it.”

“I haven’t said yes to this.”

She smacked me in the face. “C’mon, you get to be Ethan’s center of attention for a few hours; suck up the male pride and let your inner girl out.”

“I don’t have an inner girl.”

---

I stood outside the house of the person Amanda told us to go to. It was a decent looking place, not the witch’s creepy mansion I expected. Britney walked in front of me and knocked on the door. I slid my hands into my pockets and inwardly groaned. How the fuck she’d managed to trick me into this was going to confuse and haunt me forever. Either way, I was there and I wasn’t happy about it.

The only consolation was that Britney had paid in advance and actually given me $70 instead of just $50, so while I wasn’t happy about this, at least I’d been well-bribed. Plus, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to spend a few hours as my twin’s identical twin. Honestly, the novelty of just thinking that sentence was enjoyable as it was.

About five minutes later, the door opened and Ms. Malski stood there, a towel wrapped around her chest and another around her hair. The principal of our school, almost completely naked. She couldn’t be the person Amanda was talking about, could she?

“Ah, Britney and Trevor. I’ve been wondering when you two would show up. Please, come in and give me a moment to get dressed. You’re welcome to drinks in the fridge; Dean prefers Diet Coke.”

Britney looked as surprised as I felt. We both entered the house and found a relatively pleasant looking place, with decent looking furniture and a real lived in feel. I would never have believed our principal lived there, let alone some creature of magic that was going to turn me into a girl for a day. Maybe I was overthinking things.

I sat down on the couch in her living room, a burgundy loveseat situated in front of a coffee table. Teen fashion magazines rested upon the table, earmarked at specific places. I wondered if Ms. Malski read them or if Dean did. Honestly, I wondered who Dean even was.

My question was answered when she walked into the room about two minutes later. Dean the former basketball jock, Dean. She was dressed in a green miniskirt and sky blue tank top, capped off by a pair of white boots. She looked surprised when she saw me sitting there, and then even more surprised when Britney walked in the room.

“Oh, hi guys. What’re doing here?”

I was about to answer when Britney interrupted. “We’re here for Trev to become my identical twin for the night.”

Dean looked like she was about to burst into laughter. “Um… Why, exactly?”

I sighed. “So I can get her a damn boyfriend while she’s out cheerleading.”

“That’s adorable. Now why aren’t you doing the cheerleading while she gets herself the boyfriend?”

I glared at Britney. That would have been the easy way to do it. She just nervously smiled, and said, “We figured this would be the better way to do things.” Granted, I didn’t get to figure shit, this was entirely her plan. I just stupidly agreed to it after much goading and a realization she was probably going to put me through this anyway.

I added, “It worked out the way it did.”

Dean finally let the giggles flow, which told me she knew exactly how this was all determined. “Okay, then. Are you two ready to get started?”

Britney looked as surprised as I knew I was. “Wait, it’s not Ms. Malski doing it?” she asked.

“Mom could do it, but I need to try this sort of thing, too.”

I asked, “Wait, you can do magic, and yet you still look like a flat chested guy pretending to be a girl?”

I clearly overstepped my bounds with that, as Dean gave me a death stare so animesque I expected literal daggers to appear in the air. “I just graduated to a B-cup, so shut it.”

I gulped rather loudly and then nodded.

“Now, back to the matter at hand. Identical, right?”

Britney answered, “Yep.”

“And what about mental?”

“Enough to convincingly play me around Ethan. That way he doesn’t ask questions when it’s really me.”

“And when do you want it to wear off?”

“After Trev goes to bed.”

“Alright, gimme a sec…” Dean walked over to one of the four bookcases lining the wall opposite the stairs and the front door. She took a big, brown-colored, leather-bound book off the shelf and set it down on the coffee table. “Now, Britney, I need a hair.”

Britney looked surprised. “Huh?”

“Hair, something with your DNA. It’s what I’m using to overwrite Trevor.”

“Um… Okay.” She reached up and gently yanked a hair from her head. I assumed it still hurt somewhat, because pulling hair always hurt. Either way, she handed the hair over to Dean and returned to her place standing to the side of the couch.

Dean walked over to me and placed the hair on my head. “Now, you need to sit completely still, otherwise I could screw this up and you’ll turn into a weird monster.”

“What?!” I squealed.

She giggled. “Just kidding. Magic is all in the way you say something, but even then, the spells just intensify or worsen, unless you’re a really powerful sorceress, like Amy’s cousin.”

“Sorceress?” I asked, but was never answered.

Instead, Dean whispered something in some weird language I didn’t understand while her hand was pressed against my head. The room around us darkened, and all sound left. A mix of color surrounded us, going through every color of the spectrum in rapid succession. The colors eventually crawled onto me, starting at my feet and going up. As they did, I felt many different things, all at once.

I watched as the colors changed me. My body shrank; my clothes adjusted themselves to match. My jeans were suddenly tighter, with tears at the knees and something stitched across the seat. Just judging by the feel of these pants, I didn’t understand why the hell they had pockets. My boxers were suddenly much more snug, and it took me less than a second to realize I was wearing panties now. Little Trey was now gone, and I felt a weird sort of sadness, despite knowing I’d get him back tomorrow.

My shirt changed next, cutting off the bottom inch or so to expose my belly button. Then came the change I was nervous about, as perfect replicas of Britney’s breasts grew on my chest. A bra I hadn’t been wearing any sort of equivalent of slipped itself beneath my shirt and around my body to give my new breasts the support they clearly deserved. The women in my mom’s family had a history of big boobs, and Britney was no exception. Now, neither was I. The weight on my chest was just such a strange sensation.

My hair was suddenly brushing past my bare shoulders. That was strange all on its own, because I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, but then I realized I was wearing one of those weird girl shirts that didn’t have shoulders even though it had sleeves. One of the most hilarious things about Britney and I being twins was that Britney had Dad’s hair color, blonde, but I had Mom’s brown hair. The hair that hit my shoulder was blonde, just like Britney’s, and just as long, nearly reaching my mid-back.

The world around Dean and I returned and the amazing technicolor light show that had enveloped me disappeared, making everything look exactly as it did before. The only difference being that there were two Britneys in the room, and one of them was me.

“Holy shit!” Britney (the real one) shouted. “You… You’re… Yuh…”

Dean giggled. “Take a deep breath. This is all real, and your brother is now your exact twin.”

“And it feels really weird,” I said, with Britney’s voice come out of my mouth. Then again, I was technically Britney now, so it was technically my voice. I avoided the cliche desire to clamp a hand over my mouth that always seemed to happen to somebody who heard their voice was different. “Why didn’t my clothes change to hers?” I asked.

“That I can’t do,” Dean answered. “Mom’s mainly only taught me the big spells, not the little ones. Your clothes changed genders along with you, but I couldn’t give you an exact copy of Britney’s.”

I nodded, though I wasn’t exactly sure I knew what the hell she was talking about. Instead, I stood up and immediately felt the differences between my body and Britney’s. Just the boobs alone were a major difference in how I stood, how I moved. Maybe if I’d grown them naturally, this would seem different.

“Okay, so you’ll change back when you wake up tomorrow, unless there’s some sort of change to your mind that isn’t related to Britney’s memories.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“Well, right now you have both your memories and enough of Britney’s to pass as her without incident. Because of this, there could be bleeds that cause Britney to overwrite Trevor.”

“What?!”

“Hold on, I said could. There’s no guarantee that Britney’s mind will bleed into yours, and there’s no guarantee that the bleeds will persist after a few minutes. The worst part there is that I don’t have anything to tell you to do to hold the bleeds back, so you’re pretty much stuck with one if you have it.”

I chuckled nervously. “Great. Okay, so if one of these bleeds actually replaces my brain with Britney’s, what’ll happen?”

“Too many bleeds and Trevor physically never comes back. You’ll never be Britney mentally, because not enough of her brain is overwriting yours. At best, you’ll just be a girl version of you that happens to be a genetic identical twin of your sister.”

“But, there’s a slim chance of that happening, right?”

Dean nodded. “Right. Ridiculously slim.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God, you had me worried there.” I turned to Britney, who looked like she didn’t understand any of what was going on, which made sense to me because I barely understood any of what was going on. “Alright, sis, let’s get this crap over with.”

---

“Okay, I didn't realize dressing you would be so much fun,” Britney said as she tugged at the skirt she had me wearing. I couldn't tell if she was just adjusting it or trying to make sure I wasn’t showing too much leg. This was probably her first real chance to see what her clothes actually looked like on her own body, and she was milking it for all she could. I personally thought I looked fine, but that was also based on her memories and feelings flooding my head, so I was semi-biased.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s fun to play with me, just hurry up.”

She looked up at me. “Yeah, like you’re not enjoying the attention.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hush. I don’t care what you think.”

She giggled. “You’re probably thinking it, too.” She stood up and adjusted the top she had me wear, a tank top with wide, thin straps and a very open neck showing off plenty of cleavage. Had I still been mostly myself, I woulda been pissed at her making me wear this stuff. Instead, I was fucking enjoying it, and I really didn’t have much choice in the matter.

“Don’t you look gorgeous?” Britney asked, admiring her work.

I had to admit, I did. The knee length socks added to the general Girl Next Door kind of simple look that Britney was aiming for, and the makeup she’d made me wear was perfectly emphasizing my features. Hoop earrings hung from my lobes, though you’d have to pull my hair back to see them. Getting my ears pierced had hurt for a second or two before my Britney memories surfaced and I remembered having done it before.

Jesus, that was weird. It was like I’d lived a separate, though incomplete life as a completely different person. How I’d manage to keep tonight straight was beyond me, but at least I’d have Ethan to keep me company. Cute, dreamy Ethan. With those big, brown puppy dog eyes.

Sonuvabitch, I couldn’t wait for this to be over.

“Alright, now all you’ve gotta do is head out to The Point and meet Ethan.”

That shouldn’t have surprised me. The Point was a local hangout, more popular than the mall. Most of Britney’s relationships started there, as she preferred to be in public places, around other people. She didn’t like to be private with guys right away. Later on in the day, however, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, I was almost certain that’s how this would go. Hopefully, I could keep myself and not let things escalate too quickly.

I brushed some stray hair away from my eyes and braced myself for what I was about to do. And all just so I could get out of chores for a week. I really was just all damn kinds of stupid. But the decision had been made and I had to live with it.

The drive to The Point was a quiet one. I took Britney’s car, and she took mine to school for the meet. I didn’t even listen to the radio, because I knew Britney would have it on her favorite station, and I didn’t want to listen to pop music. I’d probably sing along, and I didn’t want any more mind confusion.

As was standard, most everybody was in the food court when I got there. Teresa and Kristen, Britney’s best friends, saw me and pointed at Ethan, who was sitting over in the retro 50s malt shop section of the place. I wondered if Britney clued them in on her master plan or if they actually thought I was my sister. Either way, Ethan at the retro section wasn’t a surprise, as he loved that kind of stuff. I always thought that was silly about him, but it was also kinda cute.

Dammit, those were Britney memories again. Fuck…

“Hi, Ethan,” I said, in my best attempt at sounding like I wanted to be there. Naturally, it worked.

His gorgeous brown eyes lit up when he saw me. “Hey!” He sounded excited. Then again, he’d had a little crush on me (Britney) for awhile now. How had I actually thought that? Dammit!

I sat down, legs closed, and sat my purse on the table. “Hi,” I said, again. Now I sounded nervous, goddamnit. I was a horrible Britney, despite being an exact copy of Britney. I needed to calm myself, or else I’d let the Britney impulses take over.

“Hey,” he repeated, a little less excited and more Yeah, I don’t know what to say here.

And so, I instigated the conversation. “How did you wanna spend our date?”

He chuckled cutely -- nervously! -- and said, “I honestly hadn’t figured that part out yet. I was just so surprised when you said yes when I asked you out.”

“Well, it’s not every day your secret crush asks you out.” I laid on some innocent sounding charm. I was better at halfassedly flirting with guys I was super into than I thought I was. “I don’t have anything in mind, so how about you surprise me?”

---

And surprise me he did. His first suggestion was just a pleasant walk in the park nearby. We didn’t talk much at first, but then he asked me, “What do you plan on doing after school?”

Luckily, I could answer that one because Britney had actually discussed this with me. “I wanna get into costume design.”

“Like in movies or TV?”

“Yeah. I don’t like drawing basic things, either; I like wild, fantastical designs.” Even before gaining her love for her artwork, I’d always considered Britney a fantastic artist, even if they weren’t designs I personally liked. Sometimes she drew some crazy shit, but it was still pretty to look at.

Although the first time I’d seen her stuff, I’d asked her if she was on drugs. I’d gotten a (rightfully deserved) punch in the arm for that. I wondered if I only thought I’d deserved that punch because of how my mind worked now.

“You’ve never shown me your drawings.”

Holy shit, I hadn’t. And I didn’t have anything to draw on to show him now and, regardless, I wasn’t Britney, and for all I knew, that wasn’t a part of the memories I had. For all I knew, I still couldn’t draw, just like when I was Trevor.

I reached into my purse and grabbed my phone, which was, of course, Britney’s phone. She had mine. I tapped on the photo gallery and scrolled past selfies and pics clearly taken for sexting with Kevin, her last boyfriend (he was a shitty boyfriend, and barely even just a friend afterward). If there was one thing that settled my mind a little, it was that I was glad I didn’t have an urge to take my top off and take pics of my boobs just yet. In fact, the idea of it disgusted me. Maybe I was more modest than Britney.

Eventually, I found some pics of Britney’s artwork. “Here, this is one I really like,” I said, and the pic was one that obviously Britney loved but Trevor would have thought basic and boring. Of course, I knew that it was an elvish cloak for a ranger-type character, who was themselves partially drawn (Britney liked to draw the outfit first and the person underneath it second). It was a beautiful looking outfit, no doubt about that.

“Man, that’s beautiful,” he said, catching me off guard a bit. I was so very clearly not a man at the moment. I realized after a second that he was just exclaiming, not that he’d figured me out or anything.

I remembered then that I’d actually intended to tell him about this whole situation when it all started. Why had I given up on that? Was I actually enjoying myself as Britney? Was I committed to the act that strongly?

Was I losing Trevor?

No, that one was stupid. I was still Trevor, Britney’s mind hadn’t overridden me entirely. Sure, it was getting a little hard to tell which thoughts were Britney’s and which thoughts were Trevor’s, but I wouldn’t let it get to the point Dean warned me about. Honestly, now that I thought about it, kind of a shitty move that she didn’t warn me before the spell was cast.

I sat down on a bench, and Ethan sat beside me. We sat there for a good fifteen minutes or so before either of us said anything, but I surprisingly didn’t mind that. I just kinda liked sitting there, next to him. At one point, I even moved a bit closer to him, and he put his arm around me. It felt so very… I don’t know what it was, really. It was like I needed it, or something.

And then he kissed me.

He kissed me!

I gently pushed away from him, but not like a shove or anything. He looked half surprised and half understanding, if there were some strange mixture of those two looks. “You okay?” he asked.

“You kissed me,” was all I could say.

“Yeah, I don’t… It just kinda came over me, y’know?”

“I get it, but…” I wanted to say all kinds of things. Keep going, or I don’t know why I wanted you to stop, or something like that, but I couldn’t.

Instead, I said the one thing I probably shouldn’t have said. “Look, I’m not actually Britney, I’m really Trevor and this whole thing was just Britney using me to get you two together by way of you thinking I’m her and believing you’re on a date while she’s cheering for the football team at the away game tonight.” Holy shit, that all flowed from my mouth somewhat coherently. “And because her mind is sharing space with mine, I really, really liked that kiss but at the same time I don’t wanna lose being Trevor because I could actually not be Trevor after tonight if this whole thing gets me too into Britney’s psyche.”

Ethan didn’t say anything for a second, maybe five, maybe five million, and then he did the most surprising and yet obvious thing possible: He laughed.

I sighed. “I know, you don’t believe me because this whole thing is super crazy, but --“

He cut me off. “No, I know you’re telling the truth.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Dean called me like an hour before we met up and told me everything.”

“Dean told you?”

“Yeah.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah, everything.”

“And you’re okay with the fact that you’re kissing a guy right now?”

“Well, you’re not exactly a guy. And either way, I kinda think she planned this whole thing.”

“Why would she have planned for Britney to have her turn me into her exact twin?”

“I dunno. Fun, probably. She turned me into a frog one day last month just to see if she could perform the spell right.”

“You know magic exists?”

“Yeah. It’s kinda an open secret back where I moved here from.” He smirked and put his arm around me again. “Plus, I hate to tell Britney this since she was really into going out with me, but my crush on her has only been kinda… Well... “

“Oh, dear God, are you really gay and using me as a way to go straight?”

His eyes lit up with real surprise that time. “No, no, hell no! No, I just kinda lost my crush on Britney after she kept ignoring me when I tried to ask her out. I don’t mean to be rude, seeing as you have part of her brain in you, but your sister could be kinda clueless whenever I was around.”

The irony of this was both hilarious and sad. “So, what, am I like the rebound girl to a relationship that never happened in the first place?”

“Nah, I just think Dean wanted to set us up.”

“So, I’m probably not gonna change back, am I?”

He shook his head. “From what Dean told me, she kinda bullshitted you with that warning and you’re not actually in danger of Britney’s mind overriding yours.”

“Okay, that’s both comforting and surprising.”

“But, you have until you go to sleep tonight to decide if you wanna stay this way for the rest of your life.”

I sat there for awhile, considering that option. I didn’t mind being this way, but part of my mind was Britney’s, and she obviously had no problem being herself. Plus, there was the possibility that Dean could adjust that so that my brain wasn’t so much of Britney. Plus plus there was the whole Dating Ethan thing, which sounded like a win to me right now.

But there was everything I’d lose not being Trevor. Plus I’d have to explain everything to my parents. Plus there was dealing with Britney when she found out this whole thing she tried to organize to her advantage had kinda blown up in her face and left her without a boyfriend and a brother who was now her sister who was dating the guy she wanted to date. All of that sounded like a really shitty thing to havta deal with just because I was caught up in this moment.

Altogether, none of this sounded like a good thing to be impulsive about.

I sighed. “Okay, I’m gonna kiss you now, but after that, I need to call Dean and bitch about how she’s not giving me enough time.”

He just smiled.