The squeal for help dragged Sandra from her early morning torpor and she blinked stupidly as she stirred. She uncurled her legs, yawned then stretched stiffly from the uncomfortable chair in the night office. Next she tugged the hem of her nursing uniform and adjusted her panties that had ridden up into the cleft of her bum. After spending the night watch scrunched up in the uncomfortable night duty chair her back was sore and her legs stiff with cramp.

Sandra was a shemale transvestite and the panties that had ridden up tight into her bum made it uncomfortable around her genitals. After adjusting her panties to ease the crush around her boy parts, she stood up and stretched again before a second cry compelled her to act. She checked the mirror and smoothed her nurse’s uniform before investigating the source of the sound. As her heels clacked down the hall, the cries grew louder and she called to reassure the voice she now recognised.
Sandra had worked for nearly two years in this care home for severely disable people. As a transvestite who knew enough about life’s hurts and disappointments, Sandra understood other people’s pain. Her experiences had not made her bitter but conversely, they had made her tolerant and understanding of other people’s ailments and disabilities. She had failed utterly at school because her transvestism had been ‘outed’ and all hope of a normal education had become impossible. Small town life made it impossible for her to get any ‘proper job’ and she had been forced to leave home early to follow the only life she could tolerate; that was living and more importantly, dressing as a woman

She had really wanted to become a doctor but her transvestism at school had totally destroyed any hope of such a career. The subsequent denial of any proper education and her desperate need to live as a woman, without actually going through re-assignment surgery, had created an almost impossible set of life circumstances.

The upshot of it all had meant she had been forced to take simple menial low paid jobs with few questions asked by her employers as she worked to keep body and soul together. After a few years on the office cleaning circuit and various other low-paid jobs she had gravitated into domestic work. Then finally, she had sunk to the lowest strata of society working as the general skivvy in a cheap care home at the bottom end of the care spectrum.

Finding herself at the very lowest level of society without actually sinking into crime or prostitution had left her utterly demoralised. The only way from the bottom however, was up and gradually, as she struggled to drag herself from her depression and low self esteem, she had moved from care home to care home, gradually crawling up the labour market ladder. Slowly climbing back towards self-respect and more importantly, self-reliance. Eventually she had arrived at her present position in a high-class care home where the residents, (Not patients she noted.) were well cared for and relatively wealthy.
It had been the best work she could find, but more importantly, she had a staff apartment. The job didn’t exactly pay ‘film-star’ wages but it came with a room and three meals daily.

What little money she earned, was entirely hers to spend and most of it went on clothes, makeup and cheap costume jewellery. Indeed, now that she was free and clear of her small town roots, Sandra lived exactly as she wanted. Illicit hormones as a youth and then Internet supplied hormones in her teenaged years had given Sandra a completely female appearance. Nobody at the home knew that Sandra was a boy; in fact nobody at all knew her secret since she had been forced to leave home at fifteen. If any old school acquaintances had met her now they would never have recognised the beautiful girl as the nerdy gawkish boy of her childhood.

After a year on probation at the care home, Sandra had proved reliable and conscientious. Despite being only twenty-one, she was soon given the more responsible job of night attendant. Basically, all she had to do was remain awake and attend to any problems during the night. It proved to be well within Sandra’s capabilities.
Within a few months she had developed a sleep pattern that enabled her to slump in the old night duty chair ‘ cysgu ci defaid’ as her old Welsh grandmother used to say. Cysgu Ci defaid ‘Like a sleeping sheepdog’. Her senses had become attuned to the slightest thing and she awoke to the merest whisper of a sound. The residents at the home soon learned that in Sandra, they had a proper guardian during the long night hours.

This latest call she knew came from Elizabeth’s room and she called again softly down the hall to reassure the girl. The cries immediately ceased. Elizabeth trusted Sandra completely. Sandra was the only person on the whole care home staff whom she trusted to lift her and care for her completely.

This was because Elizabeth was a thalidomide victim. Her disabilities had been of the worst possible kind. She had been born completely limbless. There was not even the slightest evidence of any bumps or vestigial limbs either from her hips or her shoulders. Indeed, apart from her head and her breasts, Elizabeth’s torso resembled a large smooth sausage. With only her mouth to function as any sort of prehensile grip, Elizabeth was utterly dependent upon her carers. Elizabeth’s other disability was that she was secretly a lesbian. She never revealed this to anybody because firstly she had no way of physically addressing her own needs and secondly she had learned just how vulnerable she was.

This lesbian vulnerability was the primary engine of Elizabeth’s whole outlook and approach to life, but when her parents had been killed in a car crash she was virtually thrown to the wolves. After some horrifying experiences at the hands of so called carers who had turned out to be little more than perverts; Elizabeth had at last found safety in this well run, but expensive care home. Things were still imperfect though, for in her newfound sanctuary the young Elizabeth expected to live a life of tedium and ennui until she finally ended her days. That was until Sandra entered her life. Despite having grown to trust Sandra utterly, she had still avoided ever declaring her sexuality to Sandra.

Like Sandra, Elizabeth was an intelligent person, though her disabilities had made her life infinitely worse than Sandra’s. As she lay helpless in her cot with her bladder bursting to expel, she whimpered with relief as Sandra’s face appeared round the door.

“Quick. Pleease! I’m bursting.”

Sandra immediately lifted the helpless girl from her cot and promptly transferred her to the specially modified lavatory. Courteously she looked away and busied herself tidying the bathroom as Elizabeth relieved herself.

Elizabeth was truly indebted to Sandra and was grateful that the night nurse always found time in the early morning to attend to her before the brusque and impersonal day staff arrived.

“I’ve finished thank you.” Declared Elizabeth.

Sandra then tenderly washed and cleaned her privates as Elizabeth gasped with relief and thanks.

“Will you have time to bath me?” Elizabeth asked ... the hope showing plainly in her eyes.

“It depends on the other patients." Sandra replied "If there are no big problems, I’ll come back. But for now I’ve got to finish the morning round. See you later, I hope.”

With that Sandra tenderly replaced Elizabeth’s cotton ‘body tube’ then replaced Elizabeth into her special cot and commenced her morning round. As she pottered about with various Tasks, the care home manager Octavia arrived.

“Any problems during the night Sandra?” Asked Octavia.

“No. Just finishing up here then I’ll write up the log.”

“Good girl.”

Octavia entered her office and Sandra spent another half hour finishing up, then she knocked on Octavia’s door.

“Elizabeth wants me to bath her. Is it OK?”

“Please pet. That would be a real boon. It’s not yet seven so the morning crowd won’t be in for another ten minutes. Thanks awfully.”

Sandra returned to Elizabeth’s room and prepared the special bath. Later Octavia smiled as she looked in to find Elizabeth laughing as Sandra finally dried the helpless girl off in her arms. Octavia had privately checked with Elizabeth several times to ask if she was happy with Sandra’s care and each time Elizabeth had enthusiastically reassured Octavia that Sandra was the only nurse she could really trust. Octavia left the pair alone as Sandra clasped Elizabeth’s lower torso between her knees and started to gently brush Elizabeth’s long silky blond hair.

Sandra really envied Elizabeth’s long beautiful,blond hair so combing the long silky tresses was always a pleasure.

Sandra’s own working life style demanded that she keep her own carroty mop in a short-cropped bob. What with constantly bending and reaching into dirty corners, it would have been impossible to keep long hair clean. Despite aching to one day own a crowning glory of tumbling golden locks to complete her femininity, Sandra was compelled to wear her awful carroty red hair in a spiky almost lesbian style crop. It irked her grievously but there was little else that she could do. As she combed and fingered Elizabeth’s long silky tresses, Sandra sighed absent-mindedly.

“I wish I had hair like yours.”

“Don’t bloody patronise me!” Snapped Elizabeth.

“Wha-!” Gasped Sandra, utterly taken aback.

“I said don’t bloody patronise me. I don’t need sympathy or any other sort of bloody patronisation. I’ve had that sort of shit all my life; people feeling sorry for me because of my limbless ness, so they try to make up for it somehow, usually by complimenting me on my hair or my bloody eyes.”

“I’m sorry Liz, I didn’t mean it like tha”-

“ There’s no need to feel sorry. Sorry won’t bring me a pair of arms or legs, so just leave it, OK!”

“But-! But I!” Sandra fell dumb with hurt surprise at the vehemence of Elizabeth’s remarks but her final words crushed Sandra as Elizabeth snarled.

“I wish I had arms and bloody legs like yours! But it’s never going to happen is it?”

Sandra’s fingers trembled and tears forced their way to her eyes at Elizabeth’s vindictiveness. Sandra was too hurt to say anymore for she might have said something really cruel. Instead she finished Elizabeth’s hair as quickly as possible then pursed her lips and bit them tight shut as she stumbled angrily from the room. It was only the feint sob in the corridor that alerted Elizabeth to the hurt she had caused. She called desperately after Sandra but it was too late, Sandra’s heels had already clattered out of earshot.

In the privacy of her cramped night office, Sandra wiped the tears away and prepared to hand over the watch.

Finally, the morning staff arrived and Sandra ate her breakfast in lonely silence before repairing to her staff apartment. There she took a quick shower then slumped into bed. She was badly wounded by Elizabeth’s harsh words and she only fell into a fitful sleep after tossing and turning for half an hour. It was just after two when she woke feeling like shit so she elected to indulge in some ‘retail therapy’ to alleviate her hurt.

She exchanged a few brief pleasantries with the afternoon staff then set off on her favourite activity ... shopping. At the end of the lane she was waiting for the regular bus when the care home’s own minibus appeared in the lane. It was taking some of the mentally disabled residents to a fun fare. The physical stimulation of the fairground rides served to bring excitement and response into their benighted lives. The driver immediately recognised Sandra and picked her up. In truth, the lady bus driver had also picked Sandra up for a bit of intelligent conversation. Her mentally disabled passengers could be quite trying at times pointing out the same old landmarks and talking always about the same old stuff. She finally put Sandra off in the high street with arrangements to pick her up on the way home. Both women checked that they had each other’s mobile numbers to avoid any mistakes.

As the bus pulled away Sandra stood silently reflecting on her job at the care home. Elizabeth’s cruel words had wounded her deeply and she found herself looking in an employment agency window to see if there were any better paid jobs for an unqualified twenty-something. She sighed wearily as she found nothing to match her present conditions, for in truth, Octavia’s establishment paid top whack. Wistfully, she turned and entered a large newly opened mall that she had been meaning to visit since learning of its new existence.

She spent the remainder of the afternoon cruising the shops and sated her appetite with a few modest purchases. It was all her salary allowed. She also searched hopefully for a bit of cheap costume jewellery but the bright jewellery shops proved too expensive for her meagre purse. She finally gave up looking as she headed down a narrow alleyway that led from a small side exit of the new mall into the older part of town. There was a little coffee shop that she frequented because the proprietor was openly gay and it gave Sandra some small comfort to think that there were other people with problems like hers; not exactly the same but sexual nevertheless.

In the older centre of town the streets were narrow winding cobbled lanes full of old buildings and interesting little shops. Sandra loved the old town, and was heading for her favourite café were two of the narrow winding streets crossed. As she headed for the little cafe she passed an ‘olde-worlde’ shop that she had not noticed before.

‘What’s this? It must be new.’ She wondered as she read the notice over the old wooden door and noticed a few cheap necklaces in the window.
‘Spells’r us. Wonder what this place does?’ She pondered as she stepped inside.

An old fashioned bell on a spring clanged as the door disturbed it and a strange old man in a dark scruffy gown emerged from the back room.

“Hello Sandra,” intoned the old man.

“How d’you know my name?” Gasped a frightened Sandra, worried that he might know more about her. Worse still, more about her ‘problem’.

“It’s my business to know.” Replied the old man. “I’m a wizard.”

Sandra frowned nervously and made to leave immediately but the old man smiled to reassure her.

“Don’t be frightened. Are you looking for some jewellery?”

Once again, Sandra swallowed nervously.

“Wha- what else d’you know?” She croaked as her throat ran dry.

“Oh I know enough. Now would you like to see some necklaces?”

Sandra knew she should have continued feeling nervous, but somehow the old man’s twinkling eyes set her at ease. She nodded uncertainly whilst still wondering how he knew so much about her. The old wizard took a box from under the counter and opened it before her to display several different necklaces. Before Sandra had a chance to examine them he took a pair of thin chain necklaces each with a pretty little pendant. For some reason they exactly suited Sandra’s mood and she studied them curiously.

“What are they?” She asked.

“Pairstones,” replied the wizard.

“What-stones?” Asked Sandra as she studied the exquisitely worked pendants.

“Pairstone pendants. Look.”

“The wizard ‘clicked the pendants together and they fitted perfectly.

“See.” Continued the wizard. “The two pretty stones actually fit up to each other. See how they match perfectly. There see, the join is almost invisible. Now it looks like a single pendant with two chains to fit around your neck. In olden days, some oriental couples would buy a pair and each would wear one when they got married. It brought them closer together and they never separated. That’s why the pair are together now. The necklaces are like the married couples and stay together even unto death.”

“But I haven’t got a partner,” protested Sandra.

“Not yet, but these necklaces will bring you one. One that will perfectly meet all your dreams.”

Sandra wagged her head disbelievingly and smiled inwardly as she considered her shemale state.

“Well thanks, but no thanks. I doubt I’ll ever find the right mate for me.”

“Don’t be so sceptical.” Suggested the wizard. “You’ll be surprised by the power of these pendants. I’ll tell you what. You can try the necklace by sale or return. If you haven’t found a perfect mate within a month, I’ll refund your money. Just keep the receipt.”

Sandra shrugged then smiled. It seemed a fair deal. The stones were certainly very pretty and if she was not mistaken the chains were actually real gold. She held one up and tried to study it under the single light. The wizard smiled again and rummaged in his mouldy old gown to produce a jeweller’s magnifying glass.

“If you’re looking for the hall-mark try this.”

Sandra was surprised by the man’s openness and took the glass as the wizard indicated the hallmark on the heavy clasps that gripped each stone pendant. The hallmarks were clearly present and she looked straight into the wizard’s eyes for any sign of deception. Years of living with the closely guarded secret of her transvestism had taught Sandra to spot danger or threat or deception quickly. This man’s expression was openness and honesty. She had already fallen in love with the beautifully worked stones in the pendant and she took the offer.

“How much?”

“They’re free for now. Pay me when you find a mate.”

“Don’t be silly,” protested Sandra, “there’s got to be a catch! These necklaces alone are gold and the craftsmanship is beautiful”

“Well if you don’t want them I’ll-.”

He reached to take the necklaces back but Sandra was finally persuaded. She held onto the necklaces and rummaged through her purse.

“You must take something. Take this; it’s all I’ve got left as a deposit. I mean I might never come back.” Protested Sandra.

“You will if you’re dissatisfied.” Observed the Wizard knowingly. “Don’t forget, I know your name, I know you work at the care home, and I know all your other little secrets.”

For a moment Sandra froze but the wizard continued.

“Don’t worry. All secrets are safe with me. Take the necklaces and come back when you’re ready. Just remember. You must wear the necklace with the back stone and you must give your intended mate the front stone. See how the two stones fit one behind the other. The pink stone fits in front and the blue stone fits behind." So saying he placed the necklace around Sandra’s neck and smiled openly as Sandra fingered the ornament.

“It suites you see.”

Sandra turned to study her refection and could have sworn she saw a purple glow radiating from the stone. She turned to ask the wizard but he already answered her unasked question.

“Yes. You did see it. The two stones react with each other. I told you there’s a little magic involved. I’m truly a wizard.”

Sandra chuckled inwardly at the man’s peculiar persistence about magic but in all truth, she had fallen in love with the necklace and she fingered it one more time before finally trying to insist that he take her last five-pound note.

“I don’t need your money,” protested the Wizard equally persistently, “you’ve worked hard enough for what little money you earn. You keep it. If you want to pay me, do so after the necklace has worked its magic.”

“Well. Tha- thank you. I don’t know what to say.”

“Well I’m closing up now. Have a wonderful life.”

So saying, the wizard held open the door and Sandra somehow found herself out in the street were the shadows were already lengthening.

“Goodness! Is that the time?” She gasped as she studied her watch. Then she turned once to study the shop again. The door was already closed and she could hear the bolts sliding home so she sped off to meet the minibus. Once home she placed the pendant in her drawer and prepared for the night shift.

That night after her late evening rounds she heard a familiar cry for help. Sandra took a deep breath and set off down the hall. Elizabeth’s cruel remarks were still smarting but she still had her duties of care to perform.

“What is it?” She asked, not caring too much to hide her hurt at Elizabeth’s sharp tongue.

“I need to pee and I also wanted to apologise for this morning.”

“Right. Apology accepted. Is there anything else?”

“Are you still angry? I’m sorry if I hurt you, I was really fed up this morning.”

“No- I’m more hurt than angry. I never meant what I said about your hair the way you took it.”

“I realise that now. I’m sorry. It’s just that-.”

“It’s just that you’ve got away with stuff like that all your life. Other people have got feelings as well.”

Elizabeth fell silent. She nodded thoughtfully. In addition to liking Sandra, she also respected her for never taking advantage of her helplessness. That helplessness was now making itself apparent again as the urge to pee became desperate.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. Oo-oo! I need to pee now, quickly.”

Sandra rolled her eyes and picked Elizabeth up to carry her to the lavatory. As she carried the limbless girl in her arms, Elizabeth gently kissed her on the cheek and whispered ‘Sorry,’ once again.

It was the first time anybody had kissed Sandra since being a little child. Ever since her transvestism had been an issue she had realised she was utterly vulnerable to all sorts of situations and threats. Consequently, she had always avoided any possible situations that might have precipitated any further unwelcome advances or placed her in danger. Elizabeth’s kiss sent shudders down her spine and she tensed uncertainly. Elizabeth sensed the tension and squirmed nervously.

“What’s wrong? I only kissed you.”

“I. Oh nothing. I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

“But you tensed up so much. Why?”

“It’s nothing. Please, I'm begging you. Just don’t do it again without any warning.”

If Elizabeth could have shrugged, she would. Instead she stiffened her body as Sandra placed her on the lavatory and turned her face away. Elizabeth was puzzled by Sandra’s response to the kiss.

‘After all,’ thought Elizabeth, ‘how could I be a threat, no arms and no bloody legs? Why should Sandra get so uptight? It was only a peck on her cheek.’
There remained a tense silence then Sandra quickly wiped Elizabeth’s privates before returning to the bedroom.

“Can I sit with you in the duty room for a while? I’m bored.” Begged Elizabeth.
Sandra agreed. The long turns in the night duty room were irksome even though she had a computer and a television to keep her company. At least she could share the early period with Elizabeth between her early nighttime duties. Sandra brought in another chair and some cushions to support Elizabeth’s helpless torso then she prepared for her first round of duties. This involved the first hourly check on all the residents and usually a brief reassuring chat. Fortunately, the care home was all at ground level and most of the residents chose their own bed times. At this time of the evening only a few of the seriously disable patients were actually in bed because the preparations took special care. This was done by the afternoon shift to ease Sandra’s night duties. The first night round was always a brief ‘quickie’ requiring just a brief check on those already bedded.

As she passed her bedroom, Sandra collected her newly purchased pendant and placed it around her neck. Staff were not allowed to wear jewellery during the day but at night, things were relaxed. Besides, there was nobody else but Sandra on duty and the residents were too fond of her to report her for such a minor transgression. She stared curiously in the mirror as the strange stone seemed to glow a soft purple glimmer, then she resumed her round.

A final check in the common rooms ensured that the other residents were OK and then Sandra returned to Elizabeth with two cups of chocolate. Elizabeth gratefully sipped her tube as Sandra entered the reports. Then they settled down to chat.

“Can I ask you something?” Asked Elizabeth trying to hide the nervous tension in her voice.

“Go ahead,” replied Sandra absently as she alternately typed the computer keyboard and penned the logbook.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Sandra hesitated and frowned.

“Why d’you ask that?”

“Well, why did you tense up earlier when I kissed you to thank you?”

Elizabeth watched Sandra closely and her sharp intelligence noted the ever so slight tenseness grip Sandra’s frame as the pen froze on the page. Elizabeth smiled inwardly for she had to admit it though. Sandra hid her reactions well.
‘Oh she’s good,’ thought Elizabeth to herself, ‘only somebody like me, attuned to all the subtle nuances of threat would have noticed Sandra’s suppressed response.’ Elizabeth pressed her suit.

“Have you ever been abused; as a child I mean?”

The pen trembled slightly in Sandra’s hand and it was the first obvious sign of Sandra’s distress. She laid it down carefully and sat staring into the computer screen. Elizabeth waited patiently. It was obvious that Sandra was ‘dealing with something’ and it would achieve nothing to overload the issue. Eventually Sandra replied.

“I don’t much like kissing and stuff.”

“Why. It was only a peck to say thanks.”

Another long pause followed as Sandra toyed with the pen. Then she spoke haltingly again.

“It usually leads where- where I don’t want to go.”

“Meaning.” Pressed Elizabeth boldly.

Sandra turned to stare curiously at Elizabeth as she considered her own past and a suitable answer. The old caution took over.
It was comfortable mechanism, a device that usually averted further inquisition and prepared the way for a final closure.

“Oh nothing. What would you know?”

“That’s exactly it; I don’t know,” replied Elizabeth. “I don’t know anything about you but I do know about abuse and lots of other stuff. But for you it’s obviously a big problem. Most people don’t feel threatened by the kiss of an armless, legless doll. In fact it’s nearly always taken as an invitation. That’s why I don’t kiss just anybody, only those I trust implicitly.”

“Yeah well that’s as maybe. I don’t want to talk about it. Can we talk about something else?”

They finished their chocolate drinks in silence then Sandra stood up to take the cups back to the night pantry. As she bent to collect Elizabeth’s special cup, her pendant slipped out of her blouse. Elizabeth’s eyes fell upon it and she chose it as something to change the subject.

“That’s pretty. What is it?”

“Oh nothing. It’s just a cheap pendant that I bought in town today.”

Sandra turned to return the cups and left before Elizabeth could respond. Elizabeth was once again left alone in the chair as she heard Sandra gathering various cups from the common room then the clink of washing up. It was a familiar nightly routine that always reassured the residents that Sandra was up and about. It was fully half an hour before Sandra returned but Elizabeth was well used to always waiting on somebody else’s convenience. It was no use getting angry for it was the one major issue that Elizabeth had been forced to learn to accept, namely being left alone like a piece of furniture whilst other tasks were accorded priority. In all truth, Sandra was the best carer in this respect. In her spare time in the afternoons, Sandra often hefted Elizabeth around the home in a special ‘baby harness’ just to ameliorate Elizabeth’s boredom. However, this was impossible when washing and cleaning. Having a big lump resting on your tummy and sticking out in front was totally impractical when bending to clean or when working at a sink, stove or table. Eventually the clinking crockery noises subsided and Sandra returned.

“All finished now?” Asked Elizabeth.

“Until the ten o’clock round. D’you want to come into the common room? Jenny and Marge are still up and playing cards. They’ll probably be going to bed about ten.”

Jenny and Marge were two of the physically disabled residents who suffered no mental disabilities. They could hold a proper conversation with Elizabeth but only during the day. Before Sandra had arrived, Elizabeth had never been allowed to stay up late because of the attendant care load but now Sandra’s dedication had surmounted the logistics problem. The care home management were not inhumane, but there had always been a logistics and costing issue. The fact that Sandra was prepared to heft Elizabeth around in a ‘giant baby sling’ without embarrassment, was gratefully acknowledged.

The fear of sexual abuse of the residents by staff was always a concern to the care home management but after Sandra’s one-year probation, a proper trust had been established. The afternoon privileges had soon been extended to the nights. Octavia, the manager reasoned correctly that Elizabeth would have soon voiced any objections if Sandra had abused her.
Sandra clipped the harness over her shoulders and carefully slipped the helpless Elizabeth into the comfortable womblike sling. Now Elizabeth was safely ensconced in the kangaroo like pouch and could look out normally as Sandra walked along.
Fortunately, despite her totally feminine appearance, Sandra still enjoyed some residual strength born of her male origins. Elizabeth was an easy burden and indeed a welcome one. Subconsciously, Sandra savoured the ‘motherly’ condition she felt having Elizabeth so close.

Jenny and Marge turned expectantly from the card table as the clack of Sandra’s loaded heels pre-empted her and Elizabeth’s arrival.

Before their car accident, Jenny and Marge had been very close friends and models. Now they were confined to wheelchairs. As Sandra entered, Marge chuckled.

“I don’t know how you can always walk in heels especially with Elizabeth.”

Jenny and Marge knew nothing of Sandra’s transvestism and would never have understood that to a transvestite, heels were one of the ultimate declarations of femininity. Sandra would have preferred to walk fifty miles in the most painful sexy heels than take one step in a man's shoe. Sandra just smiled and plonked herself down on the sofa. Jenny and Marge gave up the game they were playing and re-dealt the cards as Sandra and Elizabeth joined them. They made up a threesome with Elizabeth aiding and abetting Sandra. It was the nearest thing to normal social intercourse that Elizabeth ever attained. In the low light of the common room Jenny noticed Sandra’s pendant.

“That’s a pretty stone on your neck. What makes it glow like that?”

Sandra suddenly remembered her pendant and she tensed nervously as she fingered it while her mind raced for an explanation. Then she decided to laugh it off.

“Oh it’s just a cheap pendant I bought in town today. I think it must glow because of my body heat or the room temperature or something. I don’t know.”

“It’s quite unusual. Where did you get it?”

“Oh that little shop just on the corner where the Oldgate crosses the Cripplegate. You know, the one where we always go for coffee when we finish shopping.”

Jenny and Marge were regular town visitors and often went shopping with Sandra and Elizabeth but they could never remember any such little old shop. They exchanged puzzled looks.

“There’s no shop like that on the Cripplegate cross. There are just a couple of old pubs and the café next to the estate agents. The other corner is the boutique where we always shop last of all and the bank fills the big corner where the busses stop.”

Sandra frowned nervously. In truth she could not remember ever seeing the shop before so she presumed it to have been a newly opened enterprise.

“Well it’s there now. I know cos’ I bought this there.”

“It’s a nice pendant, declared Marge, can I look at it?”

Sandra handed the ex model the pendant and sat back as the two models studied it. Both models knew gold when they saw it.

“This is real gold Sandra. How much did you pay for it?”

“Well I’d rather not say,” declared Sandra honestly, but not for the obvious reasons.

Marge and Jenny exchanged knowing glances as Jenny smiled.

“Got yourself a bit of a bargain didn’t you?”

Sandra just shrugged noncommittally. The less she said, the less she had to explain.

“Can I look at it?” Asked Elizabeth.

Jenny handed it back to Sandra who held it up for Elizabeth’s inspection. Elizabeth peered at it and remarked on the stone.

“Why does it glow like that?”

“I don’t know,” answered Sandra again, “it just does.”

With that the stone unexpectedly separated and Sandra was left holding the two separated pendants.

“Oh you’ve broken it!” Protested Elizabeth.

“No. It’s called a Pairstone,” declared Sandra as she reassembled it then separated it again. “See, one half is blue and the other is pink.”

She held out the separated halves and the models studied the intricate craftsmanship.

“Why it’s beautiful!” Squeaked Jenny and Marge nodded her agreement as she held the pink half.

“But look. It’s stopped glowing. How does it do that?” Observed Marge as she studied her half more closely.

“I’ve already said. I don’t know.” Sighed a beleaguered Sandra.”

“Well the blue suites your carroty hair better than the purple and the pink suites Lizzy’s blond hair better.” Observed the fashion conscious Jenny. “Here put them on.”

So saying, Jenny stretched across the table and slipped the pink stone over Elizabeth’s neck. Then she handed the other pendant to Sandra who unthinkingly slipped the blue stone around her own neck.

“See. What did I say? They suite you perfectly.”

Elizabeth peered down at the newly placed pendant and smiled as it nestled in her cleavage. Sandra fingered her half and noticed that it had started to glow again. Fortunately, it was behind Elizabeth’s head and invisible to the others. Without further ado they resumed playing cards. The clock in the hall finally toned the tenth hour and the group prepared for bed.

“See you in the morning called Jenny and Marge as they retired to their rooms.”

“Good night,” replied Sandra and Elizabeth as Sandra commenced her rounds.

Finally, they returned to Sandra’s duty office to finish the log before putting Elizabeth to bed. Sandra turned to face the chair and gently grasped Elizabeth’s torso to lift her out of the baby sling. Elizabeth wouldn’t budge.

“Let go dear, I want to lift you out.”

“I- I’m not holding on Sandra. I seem to be stuck.” Gasped a nervous Elizabeth.

“What d’you mean?”

“I’m not holding. Look! How can I hold, Stupid? I’ve got no arms or legs!”

So saying Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders angrily as Sandra gave another tug. She suddenly felt a weird tugging at her abdomen. Elizabeth gave a squeak and wriggled nervously.

“Wha- what’s going on! What are you doing?” Squealed Sandra as she reached into the baby sling.

“I- I’m not doing anything. Protested Elizabeth. My butt seems to be stuck!”

Sandra’s fingers groped carefully down her stomach until the encountered a blockage. Somehow, she could not get her fingers between her tummy and Elizabeth’s butt.

“There’s some sort of blockage. Stop squeezing against my tummy!”

“I’m not! I tell you!” Protested Elizabeth as she jerked her torso to try and wriggle free.

Her efforts pulled painfully at Sandra’s tummy and she squealed her protest.

“Ow! Stoppit!”

“Well let go then!” Snapped Elizabeth.

“I’m not holding! Look!”

Sandra waved her arms in front of Elizabeth to prove her point.

“Well what’s trapping me?”

“I don’t know!”

So saying, Sandra pushed her hand down the side of the baby sling and it slipped out through the bottom seam. The front buttons of Sandra’s nursing overall had also torn open and the flaps lay aside.

“What the- the bag’s broken, and my tunic! It’s all ripped! Look!”

She gripped the baby sling and tugged it upwards and snagged Elizabeth’s breasts in their under wired bra. Elizabeth squealed with pain and twisted vigorously to alleviate the hurt. Her efforts sent another pull through Sandra’s tummy but this time it somehow tugged at Sandra’s hips. Sandra felt her self being twisted sideways and almost lost her balance.

“Ow! Stop that, you’ll have me over!”

As she reached out to grab the door for support, the baby sling snagged her arm and slid completely over Elizabeth’s head. Without the frontal restraint, Elizabeth slumped forward and caused all her unsupported weight to flop forward. She let out a frightened squeal until her fall was arrested by the strange attachment to Sandra’s tummy. Elizabeth’s weight would have pulled Sandra over but fortunately her grip on the door was still secure.

Elizabeth’s squeal died in her throat as she realised that somehow she was securely attached to Sandra’s tummy. At the same time Sandra realised exactly the same thing. With one hand still holding the door, she reached around Elizabeth’s armless torso and held her against her own. Once she had recovered her balance she gingerly wobbled towards the chair. As she moved she realised that Elizabeth was no longer a dead dragging weight, she was definitely somehow attached to her own body and the connection was getting steadily stronger. With a terrified groan of fear Sandra slumped in the chair and released her arms from around Elizabeth’s torso.

“What’s happened to us?” Croaked an equally terrified Elizabeth as she found it easier to sit upright on Sandra’s lap.

“Were somehow stuck together!” Whispered a shocked Sandra as she felt nervously around under own her tummy.

“Hey watch it!!” Protested Elizabeth. “That’s my you-know-what!”

Sandra’s fingers froze as she inadvertently contacted Elizabeth’s love lips.

“Sorry. I didn’t meant to. I’m trying to find out how we’re stuck together.”

Elizabeth twitched again as Sandra’s nervous fingers probed delicately and further under her own tummy. Eventually Sandra found the waist band of her silky panties pushed right down and back over her own organ. Unfortunately her cock was already reacting to the tight silky caress of the panties. The silky fabric was cutting down into her crushed cock and she parted her legs slightly to ease the discomfort. Elizabeth protested as her sex became exposed.

“Hey! Close your legs, you’re showing everything I’ve got!”

“I can’t my panties are digging into me. I can’t find the bottom of your torso tube either. It must have come off in the baby sling.”

Sandra was in a quandary. If she removed her panties completely there was no knowing where her cock would end up but it was certain that she’d grow a full stiffy. As it was, her panties were restraining her cock and preventing it from growing bigger. However the discomfort was barely tolerable. She rummaged through the torn baby sling and found the Bum tube that normally covered Elizabeth’s lower legless torso. Even as she produced it, she realised it would never fit Elizabeth again; unless of course, they managed to get separated. She shrugged and threw the bum tube on the table where Elizabeth studied it.

“I can’t use that again. Unless we can separate, we’ll have to share the same panties.”

“So how do you propose that we separate?” Demanded a frightened Sandra.

Elizabeth gave another mighty squirm but it only succeeded in somehow tugging at Sandra’s hips and thighs. She gave a nervous shudder and croaked.

“Hey! We’re well and truly stuck!”

“Tell me about it!” Riposted Sandra sarcastically.

Then Sandra felt a violent churning inside her stomach and a vicious stabbing pain lancing through her gut. She gave a grunt and heaved out of the chair to slump writhing to the floor. Fortunately her descent was slow and she slid on her back thus avoiding injuring the helpless Elizabeth.

“Arrgghh. Ow! Ooooh! Oh shit. What the hell’s happening?” Squealed Sandra.

Elizabeth let out a nervous cry. She had never heard Sandra swear before.

“Are you OK?”

“No I’m bloody not. It feels as though somebody’s just speared my guts!”

Sandra lay in the foetal position frantically squeezing at the sides of her tummy until the pains subsided as quickly as they had begun. She lay gasping for a few moments then slowly sat upright as the sweat poured off her. As Elizabeth felt the tension ease from Sandra’s stomach wall she whispered again.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes. Now I am, but not just then. Shit what was all that about?”

“You’d better take a drink of water.” Suggested Elizabeth.

“Yeah! That’ll sort it won’t it?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. You feel hot.”

“What d’you mean; I feel hot. How would you know?”

Elizabeth fell silent as her thoughts raced through her head.

‘Hell! How did she know Sandra felt hot.’

The silence grew oppressive as both girls’ minds raced. It was Elizabeth who finally voiced her thoughts.

“I think we’re stuck like this forever, unless a doctor can separate us.”

“Why d’you think that?”

“Well, when you had those stabbing pains, I could feel my own tummy churning. Our stomachs seem to be joined as well as our hips.”

“Oh shit! Don’t say that.” Cursed Sandra as she carefully rose to her feet.

She found the act surprisingly easy because Elizabeth’s attachment was now quite secure. In fact the balancing was relatively easy but a little extra effort was required to propel their combined weights. Once they were standing, Elizabeth looked down and then twisted her neck to squint at Sandra.

“We seem well and truly stuck.”

“Yeah but it’s funny. You seem to be able to move your hips. How’s that?”

“Try and find out.” Replied Elizabeth. “I’ll let you feel around for the join.” Go on, I won’t be offended.

Once again, Sandra felt under her (and Elizabeth’s tummy,) to try and determine how they were conjoined. Her nervous fingers traced along Elizabeth’s love lips and she gave a licentious twitch.

“Sorry.”

“Oh don’t apologise. In fact it was quite nice.”

Sandra tried to remain impersonal as her fingers travelled further under Elizabeth’s crotch to find her rectum. Instead, she fetched up once again against the waistband of her own dislodged panties.

“You- you don’t seem to have an arsehole anymore.” She gasped.

“What d’you mean, no arsehole. I must have. Reach further.”

“You haven’t!” Protested Sandra. “I’ve already reached my thing and there’s definitely nothing between them.”

“So how do I shit?” Demanded Elizabeth.

“I don’t know!”

Elizabeth strained her sphincter and Sandra let out a shout.

“Hey stop that. You’ll make me shit my own pants!”

“Well that explains all that stomach stuff. We now share the same arsehole.”

Sandra nervously ‘pushed’ her own sphincter and Elizabeth jerked responsively.

“Hey I felt that!”

“Oh fuck,” giggled Sandra. “Just how gross is that?”

“Never mind how gross it is. You’ve made me want to go.”

The same urge pushed through Sandra’s bowel and the mutual need propelled them to the bathroom. Sandra tugged her panties to her knees and once they were sat on the pan they debated what to do.

“Do you want to go first?” Asked Elizabeth.”

“Well it’s my arsehole, so why not. I’ll have to sit right back though so that you can pee as well as me.”

“I’ll tell you what.” Suggested Elizabeth. “You sit right back and I’ll urinate first. Then you can urinate and defecate all you like.”

Sandra accepted the logic and fell into an embarrassed silence as Elizabeth emptied her bladder.

“Now you.” Elizabeth advised after she had finished.

Sandra made herself comfortable and finally relieved herself. As she pushed to evacuate her bowel, Elizabeth gave a little gasp.

“I felt your arse pushing but not your pee. Why doesn’t your pee splash?

Sandra tensed nervously. As a boy sitting on the pan, her cock pointed forward against the inside of the pan and the pee did not direct downward straight into the water. Hence there was no splash. She decided to make light of it.

“Not all girls are plumbed the same.”

Elizabeth did not reply. As a limbless thalidomide victim, she had led a very sheltered life with little sibling intimacy. Elizabeth had no idea about such issues.

Relieved that her answer had ‘passed’, Sandra started wiping themselves.

Elizabeth giggled for she was thankful it was Sandra wiping her pussy. Sandra had cleaned it many times before and the new act, whilst much more intimate, still seemed to come naturally. Sandra felt Elizabeth physically relax as she spoke.

“Well I’m glad it’s you that I’m stuck to. That was easier than having to summon help.” Chuckled Elizabeth. “I could grow used to this. It’s much more convenient.”

Sandra did not reply but finished wiping herself then bent to pull up her panties as Elizabeth stiffened and held herself against Sandra’s tummy. As she struggled to push the waistband under Elizabeth’s ‘crotch’ Elizabeth protested.

“Hey. If those panties fit, you might as well pull them up over my waist. After all it’s all the same waist now.”
“I’d rather not. Not just yet anyway. It doesn’t seem right.”

“Oh don’t be so daft. What’s wrong with you?”

“If it’s all the same to you. I’d prefer it this way.”

“Oh be like that then. But what about my pussy, it’s exposed for everybody to see. That’s not very nice is it?”

Sandra recognised Elizabeth’s embarrassment and struggled to hold the torn flaps of her nursing uniform around them both. This proved impossible so Sandra was forced to find another solution. Fortunately, all the other residents had retired to bed so it caused little embarrassment to Elizabeth as Sandra went to her bedroom and sought out a suitable all embracing garment. Being a fashion conscious transvestite, Sandra’s wardrobe proved utterly unsuitable. She felt a little self-conscious as she rummaged through her panty drawer and Elizabeth’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God! Don’t you have any sensible cotton panties? Every one of these is just so frilly and femme!”

“Finally Sandra found a pair of fairly loose cut panties but with elasticated legs and waistband. She managed to pull them over their combined waist and was pleasantly surprised to discover that they were nice and snug they without being too tight. Elizabeth gave a nod of satisfaction as they both studied their appearance in the mirror. There was not the slightest hint of Sandra’s ‘boy clitty’ tucked away inside the smaller panties.

“Now what about a skirt or something.”

“I’ve got nothing with such a large waist.” Objected Sandra. “What d’you think I am a hippopotamus or something?”

She held open her wardrobe door and Elizabeth was forced to admit it.

“Don’t you have any knee length full skirts? Do you always dress like a tart?”

The mention of ‘full length’ reminded Sandra of the linen store. ‘There were bound to be bigger nursing tunics in there. As she stepped down the corridor from her staff flat to the linen store Sandra found somehow that Elizabeth was even easier to carry. Somehow, the weight on her tummy seemed better balanced and less gravid.

‘Elizabeth was obviously somehow attached to her skeleton at the hips; or was it the thighbones’ wondered Sandra as she lengthened her stride.

Elizabeth also seemed more confident as she felt Sandra’s pace change.

“You seem more confident, your taking bigger strides and I’m not flopping about so much.”

“I know. It’s weird. Can you feel my legs then?”

“Yes!” squeaked Elizabeth. I can. It’s as though we’re sharing the same flesh.”

“Oooh! That’s kinky. Giggled Sandra as she reached down and flicked the elasticated leg of the outer French panties.

The action tickled Elizabeth’s clitoris and she squeaked with surprise.

“Oooh-ooh! That was nice. You be careful, or I’ll need further care and attention.”

Sandra’s hands flew to her sides with embarrassment as she stammered her excuse.

“No I meant can you feel the elastic on your leg, or should I say my leg?”

“Yes. I can. Giggled Elizabeth as she wriggled licentiously. I can feel it distinctly. I seem to have grown into your sensory nervous system. Hey! That’s weird; I can feel the silky panties caressing my butt. Can you?”

Sandra gently caressed her own butt cheeks through the silky materials and twitched with pleasure. Soft silky panties were one of her major turn-ons and she shivered with pleasure. She gently pinched her own butt cheek and Elizabeth flinched and giggled.

“Hey. I felt that! Stop pinching my bum you perve!”

“It’s my bum. I’ll do what I like with it!” Chuckled Sandra as she caressed both butt cheeks and felt her ‘boy clitty’ stiffen again.

She became frightened immediately and quickened her step to the linen store. There they found a larger tunic and Sandra removed the torn one. Fortunately the overall buttoned all the way up the front from hemline to neck and it was a simple operation to button the front up to Elizabeth’s neck. Their waistlines were level so the belt served to compress Elizabeth against Sandra’s body and provide extra support. Elizabeth, being a natural born girl was a lot shorter than Sandra and she found her head nestled between Sandra’s soft ample breasts. She luxuriated against the silk blouse with her head between Sandra’s fulsome breasts.

“Mmm. That’s nice. I’ve got a lovely soft pillow to rest my head.”

Sandra found the arrangement unexpectedly convenient and she tried doing a few movements to check out her mobility. Elizabeth proved to be little hindrance and Sandra sighed with relief. Even her field of vision was unimpaired with Elizabeth’s head and long silky hair nestled softly in her cleavage. Her breasts billowed out over Elizabeth’s narrow armless torso and protruded like cushions over Elizabeth’s shoulders.

“It’s a good job you bra provides good support,” observed Elizabeth, “otherwise I’d be drowned in tit flesh. Do you always wear an underwired bra?”

“Yes I like the support and shape they give me.”

“Well the wire ends are sticking into my neck.”

“I can’t do anything about that for now. All my bras are underwired. We’ll just have to go shopping and get me some new bras.”

“We!” Squealed a startled Elizabeth.”

“Well who else? You’re going to have to get used to this. I can’t see a simple solution. If we’ve only got one arsehole now, how will the doctors separate us? D’you want to be stuck with a colostomy bag? If it comes to that, what else do we share? We already share sensations in our thighs and butt. Where’s it going to end?”

Elizabeth fell silent as Sandra exited the linen store and commenced her night rounds. Fortunately, all the residents were now asleep and they returned to the night duty room to write up the patrol log. Then Sandra settled back and contemplated how she was going to get comfortable in the large night chair. She could no longer curl up into a little ball. Instead, she pulled up the other chair that Elizabeth had previously used, put her feet up and stretched out. Before long she heard Elizabeth’s slow regular breathing. She could not believe that Elizabeth had fallen asleep on her lap.

‘Lucky girl,’ thought Sandra as she felt Elizabeth’s head resting lightly on her right breast. She sat for a while wondering how on earth she was going to explain to Elizabeth about her little friend tucked away in her panties. She knew about the abuse that Elizabeth had suffered and was terrified that the discovery of a permanent new penis so intimately located right up close to her vagina might send Elizabeth into a hysterical fit or something. Sandra was frightened. What would happen in the morning when they would inevitably have to reveal their situation to Octavia the manager? Then the doctors would be involved and everybody would know her dreadful secret. She would obviously be sacked and thrown out, but ‘hold on’ if she was thrown out, they’d have to throw Elizabeth out, and she was a good paying resident.

‘Oh it was all so confusing’ sighed Sandra softly as she lay quietly so as not to disturb Elizabeth.

At two o’clock Sandra rose gently and slipped on her soft shoes to do her rounds. She was pleased that Elizabeth remained sleeping and gently embraced the sleeping girl’s torso as she silently checked each room. Fortunately, everybody was sleeping soundly and the patrol went without a hitch. Sandra was mildly surprised to learn that Elizabeth could sleep even whilst Sandra was patrolling the home. She carefully made herself a cup of coffee then returned to her office to watch the TV. The four o’clock patrol also went without incident and Sandra sighed as the dawn broke at five. She stared out of the window at the beautiful grounds and reflected that soon she would have to leave such a beautiful place.

‘What in heaven’s name would she do?’ She wondered.

The dreaded hour of discovery was approaching when the morning staff arrived at six.

Then Elizabeth woke. For a moment she gave a confused squeak before she remembered the situation. Then she twitched to reassure herself that it had not been some weird dream.

“I need to pee.” She declared.

“Yes so do I.” Agreed Sandra.

They visited the lavatory and prepared to pee. As before, Elizabeth relieved herself first then Sandra followed suite. Then Sandra wiped them both and fiddled with the panty arrangements as Elizabeth waited patiently.

“I don’t see why you don’t just pull our panties up around our waist. It would be much easier and to tell the truth, the waist band of your panties is cutting a bit under where we’re joined.”

“Not just yet.” Declared the frightened Sandra. “When I get used to it all this, I probably will. I’m still getting my head around this. I’ve got problems as well you know.”

“What problems?” Asked a curious Elizabeth.

“Not now.” Replied Sandra. “You’ll learn soon enough. I’ve got issues with such intimacy as well. My life hasn’t all been sweetness and light. For me things aren’t as simple as you think”

“You call this simple,” giggled Elizabeth.

“It is for you. Now you’ve got a permanent carer. Just think a pair of arms and legs to attend upon your every need and you never have to worry again about wetting yourself or anything. For you, this is a huge improvement but for me -, well I don’t know what to think.”

Elizabeth pondered Sandra’s words and realised she was right.

“D’you want to be separated then?” She asked anxiously.

“Why? Don’t you?” Riposted Sandra.

Elizabeth paused anxiously before confessing.

“No. I like you. For me this is a dream come true. Please stay with me.”

Sandra was gobsmacked. Her jaw dropped as she finished off the night log and the pen slipped from her nervous fingers. It rolled off the desk and she bent to pick it up. To her surprise, Elizabeth presented no problem. It was a simple matter to bend down and pick it up without any additional contortions. Elizabeth sensed Sandra’s easy motion and responded.

“See. I’m no problem, am I?”

Sandra rolled the pen in her fingers thoughtfully until the turning of the front door key disturbed her thoughts.

“Now comes the reckoning." sandra observed. "Here’s Octavia, the manager.”

Now Elizabeth began to be worried. There was no way they could hide. Octavia was a conscientious boss who nearly always arrived before any of the morning staff, to address any issues with Sandra about the previous night. Sandra often carried Elizabeth in the baby sling because of Elizabeth’s regular early morning toilet needs and she often met Octavia in the hall with Elizabeth still ensconced in the sling.

The only difference this time was that Elizabeth was under Sandra’s nursing overall. Sandra crossed the hall as Octavia turned to greet her.

“Morning love. Any problems during the night?” She asked eying the unusual sling arrangement.

Sandra had already made up her mind to come clean. There was absolutely no way to hide the situation and Octavia was a sensible, fair and compassionate woman, even if a little demanding.

“Well -, yes. I’m afraid there is.”

Octavia glanced at Elizabeth and considered the confidentially issue. She did not want problems being discussed in front of the residents, even though she knew Elizabeth to be a sensible, intelligent adult.

“D’you mind if Sandra and I talk privately in the office Elizabeth.”

“Well, I’m afraid that’s the problem,” mumbled Sandra fearfully.

“What d’you mean darling?” Pressed Octavia.

“Well that’s just it! We can’t talk privately. Come into the office and I’ll show you.”

Octavia frowned slightly and followed Sandra. Sandra closed the door then turned to Octavia.

“I’m afraid it’s a serious problem.”

“Go on.” Pressed Octavia.

Sandra then spoke to Elizabeth.

“Shall I show her?”

Elizabeth nodded dejectedly.

“You’ll have to some time, sooner’s better than later.”

With this permission Sandra stared tearfully at Octavia as she started to unbutton her overall. As the realisation that Elizabeth was not resting in a baby slung became apparent, Octavia’s brow furrowed with disapproval. However, her expression soon moved from censure to shock as Sandra bared their lower bodies to reveal the conjoinment.

“Wha- what the hell’s happened?”

“We don’t know,” chorused Sandra and Elizabeth.

Octavia bent forward to study the precise location and she reached out curiously. Sandra flinched nervously and Octavia realised how frightened the pair were. It was obvious they did not want to be touched.

“May I just look then?” She asked.

“Why not? You may as well.” Shrugged Sandra. “This will only be the start. Wait till the doctors get to look.”

“Well I am a nurse,” protested Octavia. “You don’t mind do you? Don’t be frightened.”

“Just the bit around my tummy then,” declared Sandra anxiously. “Don’t go poking around our private bits.”

“Of course,” agreed Octavia sympathetically, although she couldn’t help but wonder why Sandra seemed so resistant.

After delicately tracing her finger where she thought the conjoinment would have actually occurred, Octavia realised there was no tell-tale line or any evidence of scarring.

“It’s strange. It looks as though you could have been conjoined from birth. There’s no sign at all of any surgical attachment.”

“Well of course not!” Snapped Elizabeth. “D’you think we somehow went and met a secret surgeon in the middle of the night and asked him to join us together. Don’t be stupid!”

“That’s uncalled for.” Replied Octavia, a little annoyed by Elizabeth’s notorious short temper. “I was only making a clinical observation.”

“Arguing is getting us nowhere.” Interrupted Sandra. “The question now is, what next?”

Octavia thought for a moment then nodded her head.

“Well obviously, you can’t go about in public like this. Well not yet anyway. You’d best stay around the home for now.”

“But what about my job? Nobody will employ me now.”

Octavia studied Sandra then asked her to walk across the office.

“You seem to walk OK. Are you still mobile? Can you bend and stuff?”

Sandra bent forward easily and touched her toes. Elizabeth however let out a squeak of surprise.

“Whoa girl! Warn me when you’re going to do that!”

“Sorry love. I didn’t think. I was just demonstrating.”

“Who says we need a job anyway, declared Elizabeth. You’re forgetting I’m part of this package now. I’ve got private means thanks to my dearly departed parents. If we stay together, then we won’t have to work.”

Sandra frowned but Octavia nodded agreement about Elizabeth’s observation.

“Elizabeth’s got a point Sandra, she is quite wealthy. Her income more than covers her care costs. If you remain conjoined, then her care is your care and her costs are your costs.”

Sandra fell silent. Things were not as bad as they had first seemed. She could move easily for Elizabeth was quite a small girl. Even if Elizabeth had been born normal, she would have only stood about 1.4 meters. Her tiny torso was hardly noticeable and certainly not a burden. Sandra could move around easily and even her balance was not affected. Somehow, Elizabeth was totally embedded within Sandra’s broad hips and there was no discomfort or disablement. The new conjoinment was far less cumbersome than the baby sling. In truth the only change would be the need to buy panties, skirts and trousers with a bigger waists. Sandra’s tops and bras were still the same.

The only problem was Sandra’s cock. She bit her lip as this single major worry tormented her. Octavia sensed Sandra’s despair and suggested that she go and sleep.

“After all darling, you’ve just worked a full night shift in addition to all this change. We can discuss solutions after you’ve slept.”

Sandra seized the escape clause offered by Octavia and turned for her room but Elizabeth objected.

“Hold on! I want some breakfast first.”

“OK. I’ll make it,” declared Sandra, “we can get it finished before the rest of the staff arrive.”

“There you are, see. The benefits are showing already.” Smiled Octavia.

Sandra quickly rustled up an English breakfast whilst Octavia busied herself with some paperwork in her office. Sandra and Elizabeth settled down to the meal. The strange thing was that Sandra’s hands had no trouble feeding Elizabeth. They both felt the weird development and Elizabeth shuddered with anticipation.

“Am I controlling your hands?” She whispered.

Sandra tensed nervously as she realised that there was definitely some alien input into her arms. It seemed that when she was presenting food for Elizabeth to eat, the fork went into Elizabeth’s mouth as easily as if Sandra had been feeding herself. The whole operation seemed quite weird.

“It seems like it, at least when you feed yourself.”

“That’s really keen!” Giggled Elizabeth. “So I’ve got hands now!”

To emphasise her newfound ability, she scratched her nose. This was a luxury she could only ever have dreamed before. They both felt a thrill of excitement ripple through their conjoined body as they mutually realised their shared condition.

“This is really super.” Squealed Elizabeth. “Can I try the coffee cup?”

“Be my guest,” replied Sandra as she put down the fork and chewed on her bacon.

Sandra felt really odd to be watching her own hands lifting the coffee cup to Elizabeth’s lips whilst she simply did nothing. Then Elizabeth took a sip and replaced the cup.

“Can I cut my own bacon?”

“Go ahead,” replied Sandra nervously. “When can I have my hands back?”

“Sorry.” D’you want to eat now.

“No. It’s not that. I’m just puzzled how it’s happening. Motor functions come from the brain down the spine. The arm control divides at the shoulder so how come you can control my arms through your hips?”

“Well we share other sensations.” Observed Elizabeth. “This conjoinment stuff must be spreading throughout our bodies. We might even share ‘you know what’ eventually.”

Sandra was frightened. Elizabeth still thought Sandra was a girl. ‘What the hell would Elizabeth do if she suddenly felt the sensations of an erection growing in her clitoris?’ Sandra knew she would have to come clean to Elizabeth pretty soon.

“Who’s got overall control?” Wondered Elizabeth as she wiggled their fingers.

Sandra demonstrated quite firmly that she had the master switch and sighed with relief when she stopped the fingers wiggling and took a long drink from her coffee mug.

‘At least she could still prevent Elizabeth from discovering what lay immediately behind her vagina.’

Elizabeth pressed her head affectionately between Sandra’s breasts to demonstrate that she was quite content with Sandra having the main control. She was just supremely content that she actually had arm functions of any sort.

After breakfast Elizabeth asked a very telling question.

“Who’s bedroom shall we sleep in yours or mine?”

“I’ll be more comfortable in mine. Besides, my shower is bigger and I always shower before going to bed.”

“I’ll need my shower cap then.” Observed Elizabeth.

They collected Elizabeth’s toiletries from her room then retired to Sandra’s staff flat to attend to their bodily needs.
Once again they shared the bizarre sensations of a shared defecation and giggled as they each urinated from their respective plumbing. Once again Elizabeth remarked upon Sandra’s silent pee.

“You must have some weird plumbing if you can pee that far forward without splashing into the pan.”

“I- I’ll explain in the shower,” replied the nervous Sandra. “Here let me wipe you.”

“I can wipe myself now.” Observed Elizabeth.

However, Sandra had wiped Elizabeth before she had time to object and quickly cleaned herself before preparing for the shower. She helped Elizabeth tuck all her long, golden hair up under the shower cap then quickly slipped her own over her carroty locks. In the shower, Sandra finally plucked up the courage to enlighten Elizabeth about her true nature.

“Can I tell you a huge secret?”

“You’d better.” Chuckled Elizabeth. We can hardly have any secrets between us, if we’re going to live like this.”

“I know, but this one is a huge secret. You may not like it.”

“Well let me be the judge of that.”

Sandra transferred control of their hands to Elizabeth and suggested that she wash their bodies first then ‘down there’.

“It’ll be good practice for you and you’ll get to know our body better.” Observed Sandra.

With no more ado Elizabeth took the shower gel and liberally lathered down their bodies. She was so excited to be able feel and touch her own body, let alone Sandra’s. She quickly washed their bodies then worked her way down to their shared genitals. Firstly her fingers worked into her own vagina then she spoke to Sandra.

“D’you mind if I do yours?”

“That’s my big secret. Just wash further back down there.”

Elizabeth’s fingers had hardly moved back a couple of centimetres when they collided with Sandra’s cock.

“What the-! What’s this?” Gasped Elizabeth as her soapy fingers recoiled from the fleshy protuberance.

“It’s my cock.” Whimpered the nervous Sandra.

“Your cock!” Squealed Elizabeth, as her shocked fingers recovered their composure and gently investigated the unexpected intruder.

“Yes. I was born a boy but I’ve lived as a girl since I was fifteen.”

“So you- you’ve got a co- cock!” Stuttered the shocked Elizabeth.

“Yes. That’s why I kept my panties on last night. I didn’t want to shock you.”

“But you think it’s OK to do it now.”

“You’ve got a short memory. At nine o’clock last night we were two separate individuals. It's taken me a lot of time and courage to show you. I think we had enough shocks last night without this one.”

“Yeah. Well. That’s as may be. I think this is a bigger shock than the conjoinment. You mean you’re actually a boy!”

“Well I can’t help it can I!” Sandra started to cry. “I didn’t ask for all this.”

“You should have told me last night.”

“Why. What good would it have done?”

“ I wouldn’t have gone all night without sex!”

Sandra stiffened with shock as she struggled for words. The shock also stopped her crying.

“What d’you mean, gone with- gone without sex?”

“You know. Sex. Like when a man goes with a woman.”

“But. But I- I thought you hated all that. I thought after the abuse stuff, that you-.” Sandra finished lamely.

“No.” Countered Elizabeth. “I hate abuse, I hate being used like apiece of meat, but this. This is different.”

“How so?” Asked a puzzled Sandra.

“Well it’s a part of me now isn’t it. I can control it, and I can share it. Anyway. You’ve shown time and again that you’re not an abuser.”

“It’s not that easy. I can’t control my cock. When he gets horny, he just gets horny and I have to let him subside on his own or relieve him with an orgasm. What’s going to happen when I orgasm?”

Elizabeth thought for a moment then continued soaping their crotch as she spoke.

“We can find out when we get into bed.”

“You mean. What. I screw you?”

“Well not quite. That’s jumping the gun a bit. Maybe I can give you a wank and bring myself off. Normally I used to hump myself against any convenient bedpost or doorjamb. Now I’ve got proper fingers to do it and it feels really good. We’ll consider full sex when I get to know you better.”

Sandra gave a snort.

“Huh. I can’t see that working. Not if we share everything. When he gets horny you’ll want to shag yourself. Just wait and see. We’ll get to know each other well enough and right soon enough.”

“I hope so.” Declared Elizabeth as she gently fingered the lather into their arsehole then jetted the shower nozzle into their intimate parts.

Finally they were washed and Elizabeth savoured the lovely sensations of patting herself and Sandra dry with the towel. Once they were dry, Elizabeth gave a shudder of pleasure and rubbed her head against Sandra’s naked breasts. Sandra murmured softly as the long golden tresses spilled over her sensitive nipples. The pleasures caused her cock to stiffen and Elizabeth squeaked with delighted surprise.

“Hey! I felt that.”

“What?”

“Your cock! I felt it sort of-. Is that what it feels like?”

“What? My stiffy you mean?”

“Yes! Yes! I can feel your cock-, I mean my cock- no-, I mean our cock stiffening. It feels like my love bud stiffening except that I can feel him testing my love lips. Mmm! That’s nice. Do that again.”

Elizabeth bent down again to see what was happening and Sandra felt Elizabeth grasp her cock and press it against her clitty. Then Elizabeth rocked slowly and rubbed her sensitive swollen clitty against the ridged back of Sandra’s cock. Sandra lurched as a delicious new sensation surged through her cock.

“Ooo-ow.” Steady love. I felt that. God! It feels like electric!”

“What? What did you feel?” Squeaked Elizabeth.

“Your clitty,” grunted Sandra. “Well it’s our clitty now! I felt our clitty being frotted against our cock.”

Elizabeth started losing control as her inner needs took over. She desperately wanted to fill her love tube and show Sandra what being a woman was all about. She reasoned that if they shared sensations in their cock and clitty, then they must necessarily share sensations in their vagina.

“Give me your fingers again,” begged Elizabeth.

“Let’s get into bed first,” countered Sandra.

After Sandra slipped on a bra to support her breasts, they scampered eagerly into the bed to resume their pleasuring.
Sandra ‘released’ control of her arms to Elizabeth whose love tube was now soaking in anticipation. The urge to be ‘filled’ took Sandra by complete surprise and she threw herself on the bed to lie with their legs spread wide whilst Elizabeth urgently fingered their cock and tried to tuck it backwards.

“I can’t get him in. He’s grown up past our clitty.” Declared a frustrated Elizabeth. “I’ll have to bend him back to slip him in.”

“Well do it very gently then.” Gasped Sandra. “I want a fuck!”

“D’you want a fuck or to be fucked?” Giggled Elizabeth as she struggled with unfamiliar sensations of their growing erection.

“Both you silly cow. Don’t you?”

“Mmmm. Yes. This is going to be good.”

Elizabeth smeared some of their love juices over their cock and made sure that their vagina was good and ready. Then she bravely pushed their cock down and bent it so that the bell was nudging at their love lips. Sandra gave a yelp of pain as Elizabeth bent their cock but once it was firmly wedged between their love lips Elizabeth released her grip on their cock and it flipped straight again. The springing action slipped their cock straight up and into their slippery love tube. Sandra let out a squeal of delight as she felt her cock being enveloped by a warm slippery tube and simultaneously felt herself being invaded by her own cock for the first time. Her vagina squeezed around her own cock and she let out a howl of pleasure.

Simultaneously, Elizabeth was sharing identical sensations as her unfamiliar new cock invaded the urgent cavity in her vagina. She joined Sandra in their mutual demented release. To add to the overwhelming confusion, Elizabeth probed experimentally on their clitoris as she savoured the new sensations of being able to finger her clitoris to order. This caused further overload to their mutual orgasm. The two lay squirming and moaning with ecstasy as their libidos assumed total control.

Naturally their ‘boy orgasm’ arrived first and took Elizabeth by complete surprise. Being born a girl, she had never ever experience such an explosive pinnacle of ecstasy. She let out a screech of surprised delight as the crescendo approached like an express train and she felt herself pumping urgently into her own insatiable maw.

“Oh! Wha’ss happening?!! Aaah! Oow-oow-oow-oow, oowoowoow! Aah-aah-oow!! Oh don’t let this stop, I- I- ooh! Oooh! Ooooh! Oooh! Aaah! Ooowwwoow!!!”

Her cries of delight synchronised with each ejaculation and slowly died with them as she finally gave out the last long slow sigh of repletion. Then she moaned.

“Why did it stop so suddenly? I was enjoying that.”

“That’s how it is for little boys,” gasped Sandra who had similarly enjoyed the orgasm. “Now shall we try for some girly fun?”

Elizabeth lay for a few moments with her head between Sandra’s ripe breasts as she savoured the thundering of Sandra’s heart as it matched her own.

“Your boy orgasm; it’s a powerful thing isn’t it?”

“Yes sighed Sandra as she slowly recovered her libido and the sensations inside her newly sensed vagina remained calling for further relief.

Both girls became a little confused. The boy fun had proven hugely exciting but they could still feel the slow swelling onset of the girl orgasm. This time however, Sandra allowed Elizabeth complete control of her fingers.

Elizabeth seized the wonderful new opportunity and slowly stroked the sensitive nubbin that brought her the rare delights she had always previously had to struggle to obtain.

“Mmmm! This is lovely.” Murmured Elizabeth as her fingers exactly tended to her burgeoning needs.

“Mmmm you bet!” Groaned Sandra who had now started to squirm slowly as Elizabeth’s control exactly matched their needs.

“You’ll like this.” Whispered Elizabeth as she skilfully fingered her stiff clitty and explained to Sandra. “There see. Just there is where I always start. Isn’t that just the nicest feeling?”

“Ooooh!” Croaked Sandra with surprised delight. “Yes! That’s lovely. Nice and slow! Oh! That’s it, just there! Yesss! Just like that! There again, yes! You’ve got it. You’ve got it! Keep going like that! Yesss! Yee-eesss!
Elizabeth smiled to herself as she introduced Sandra to the slow welling glories of a girly orgasm. She experimented with her newly acquired finger skills and as she teased herself, she also tantalised Sandra.

“Oooowooh! Please don’t stop!” Begged the squirming Sandra.

Elizabeth grinned to herself as she paused just briefly enough to rouse their mutual frustrations and intensify their need.

When she resumed fingering, Sandra let out a loud groan. Then Sandra felt the strangest sensation as a wave of warmth grew in her tummy and slowly started to pulse through her whole body. She felt her vagina clamp on her own cock and struggled to make order of the uncontrollable sensations. Another wave closely followed the first wave, and then another as the long slow waves of their girly orgasms started to roll through their bodies. Sandra felt a low wail of satisfaction starting to grow in her throat as the crescendo approached. Finally the waves broke inside her like the sea hitting the beach and she moaned with pleasure. Her moans of course, exactly matched Elizabeth’s and brought a whole new meaning to the expression ‘mutual orgasm’.
Sandra slumped lazily on her back as Elizabeth matched her mood and lay with her head once again nestled in that most perfect of pillows; the deep cleavage between the silky cups of Sandra’s fulsome feather soft breasts. As the waves continued to ebb and flow inside them, they savoured an intimacy that far transcended even the closest of ordinary lovers. Elizabeth felt control of her fingers being taken by Sandra and then felt a delightful tingle as those same fingers gently caressed Sandra’s nipples through her silky bra cup.

“Mmm. I can feel that as well.” Murmured Elizabeth. “You’ve got very sensitive nipples. If you don’t stop that I’ll be having another orgasm.”

“It’s how I used to get myself going before we became conjoined.” Whispered Sandra.

“Will you do it to me?” Begged Elizabeth. “I’ve never been able to touch my nipples.”

Sandra stiffened as she realised the privations of Elizabeth’s previous condition.

‘Of course!’ She realised. ‘Without hands and fingers, Elizabeth would never have been able to caress her nipples. It was sometimes possible to activate her clitty by ‘humping’ the bedpost or scrabble along the floor to find a table leg and ‘hump’ that; but it would have been impossible to titillate her nipples as they wobbled uncontrollably on her breasts.’
Unselfishly, Sandra returned hand control to Elizabeth and instructed her.

“Go on. Play with your nipples. Don’t worry. I’ll enjoy it as well.”

Elizabeth was nervous at first. All previous sensations to her nipples had either involved inadvertent pain caused by accidental bumps and injuries, or abusive sensations when she had been placed in unsuitable care after her parents had died in the motoring accident. There she had been sexually abused and it took a long time for her to recover from the mental scars left by that abuse. After much litigation and a desperate search for suitable care, Elizabeth had finally made it to Octavia’s care home were Sandra was to later find work.

Even before the magical conjoinment, Sandra had been the best thing to happen in Elizabeth’s life since the death of her parents. Sandra was the first person that Elizabeth grew to trust since her parent’s accident. Even the discovery of Sandra’s shemale arrangements had not destroyed that trust. Indeed it had strengthened it after their first mutual orgasm. Elizabeth reasoned that now she understood just how powerful and lustful a boy’s sex drive was, then for anybody with those urges to have resisted abusing her when she was a helpless limbless sausage and yet have had such intimate care and contact for over a year; then that person must have been a veritable saint. Now she lay forever within the total protection of that same somebody and yet shared in her every living moment and feeling. Elizabeth found herself growing to love Sandra yet more than she ever thought she could.

‘Such a caring, sharing gentle, loving friend,’ she thought.

As they lay together, Elizabeth further tested Sandra’s words. She did indeed have control of their hands and arms. Cautiously, Elizabeth lifted their shared fingers to her own breasts and tentatively brushed them ever so delicately across her nipples. The sensation shocked her at first but she soon gained pleasure. Soon she was gently rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs as the sensations sent lightening bolts of pleasure down to their primary pleasure centre.
Sandra felt Elizabeth tense with delight and smiled as Elizabeth whimpered and shuddered with unadulterated lust.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” Suggested Sandra.

“Mmmm, beautiful,” sighed Elizabeth.

“Shall we go to sleep now darling?” Begged the exhausted Sandra. “Octavia’s right, it’s been a long night and we’ve got the devil to face this afternoon.”

“I don’t mind,” whispered Elizabeth sleepily, “I’ve got you to look after me.”

For the first time since the childhood manifestations of her transvestism, Sandra felt the first warm tender feelings of love from somebody else. Gently they rolled on their sides and Sandra felt it surprisingly easy to curl up like two spoons with her lower arm under the pillow supporting Elizabeth’s golden head of hair.

Similarly, Elizabeth lay for the first time in her life on her side without fear of rolling helplessly onto her back or falling forward and crushing her boobs. The sensation of security from having control of a pair of shared arms brought her utter contentment. She quickly fell asleep with her head on a proper feather pillow and Sandra’s soft double D breasts providing an extra supportive backdrop. For additional comfort and security, Sandra’s upper arm was gently wrapped under Elizabeth’s own softly breathing breasts. Elizabeth had never felt so much secure contentment. The only problem now was letting Sandra in on her last big secret, namely her secret lesbian sexuality. However after their recent shared delights, Elizabeth concluded happily that it would be no problem. No problem at all.

As Elizabeth’s breasts rose and fell with blissful sleep, Sandra looked upon her golden hair for a final time and gently stroked the long silky tresses.

‘I only wish my hair had turned the same colour as Elizabeth’s’ she sighed before joining Elizabeth in the land of dreams.

Hot Doggie 2

Author:

Beverly Taff

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Novel Chapter

Genre:

Magic

Character Age:

College / Twenties

TG Universes & Series:

Spells 'R' Us by Bill Hart

TG Elements:

Bizarre Body Modifications

Other Keywords:

Bisexual conjoinment.

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

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.

Hot Doggie 3

Author:

Beverly Taff

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Erotica

Character Age:

College / Twenties

TG Themes:

Disguises / On the Run / In Hiding

TG Elements:

Bizarre Body Modifications

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

A Chapter describing the first legal and medical ramifications of the conjoinments.

Hot Doggie 3

As the conjoined couple Sandra and Elizabeth wrote up the night log in the office, Octavia, the care home owner-manager, arrived slightly earlier than usual. In anticipation of the forthcoming doctor’s visit, she had slept that night in a bedroom at the staff bungalow. It was only a short step across the grounds to the main building instead of the normal commute from her regular home, hence her early arrival.

“Morning’ girls, did the night shift go okay?”

Elizabeth looked up blearily for she was unused to staying awake all night. She had slept fitfully when Sandra had dozed in the chair but it hadn’t been a restful snooze and she was looking forward to their bed. Sandra on the other hand was used to working all night and she was able to give an accurate and helpful statement of the night’s events.

At first she gave a brief account of the various patient’s situations and Octavia thanked her before explaining.

“The doctors are arranged for 2 p.m., is that OK?”

Elizabeth looked up from Sandra’s lap and frowned thoughtfully.

“Uuhm -, you’d better come with us, there’s been some more developments.” Octavia’s face clouded uncertainly.

“Now what?”

“You’d better see for yourself. It’s Jenny and Marge.” Finished Sandra.

“Why! What’s happened to them?”

“It’s happened again. You’d best come and meet them.” Added Elizabeth.

Full of foreboding, Octavia followed the conjoined pair to Jenny and Marge’s apartment Sandra knocked politely and Marge’s voice ushered them in. Octavia let out a squeal of shock as her jaw fell slack and she stared stupidly at the newly conjoined models. The squeal fell silent then it became a groan as Octavia realised the consequences of the news of yet another conjoinment became public. As Octavia stared in shock at the ex models, she slowly recovered her composure.

“How the hell did it happen?”

Both girls pretended total ignorance and Sandra noticed they had removed their magic pendants.

“Will you permit me to check you out or would you prefer the doctors to do it when they come to see these two?”

“Well, we have to go to the bathroom so you may as well check us out there.” Declared Jenny.

“Have you tried walking yet?” Asked Sandra.

“No. We tried to stand and we managed that, but walking’s a bit tricky. We only managed one step. It’s odd. We don’t seem to have the same co-ordination as our arms.” Replied Marge. “That’s why we’re back in bed.”

“Well we’d better help you then,” offered Octavia as she motioned to Sandra to take the other arm. As Jenny and Marge pulled the duvet back, Octavia realised the full extent of their changes.

“Oh my God!” Octavia gasped. “And your legs! Your legs -! They’ve -, they’ve grown back!!”

“Well there’s no need to make that much fuss. Legs are normal, aren’t they?”

“Oh! I -, I’m sorry. It just threw me that’s all. Hey come on, two conjoinments in as many days, don’t you think I’ve a right to be out of it? It’ll take some explaining; and the doctors coming here this very afternoon -, what d’you think they’ll say?”

Everybody fell silent. Octavia was right. One conjoinment was bad enough, and questions would certainly be asked. Two conjoinments was an epidemic! The doctors would tear the place apart, looking for pathological or histological answers. They might even close the care home and nobody wanted that. Until yesterday, the home had proved a haven of tranquillity and security for all the residents including the mentally disabled residents. It was a well-run and happy home and everybody felt secure but a presumed epidemic of multiple conjoinments would cause chaos if it became public! As they mulled the idea in their minds, Sandra finally arrived at the best possible solution.

“We could pretend that only Jenny and Marge have been conjoined.”

“Go on,” pressed Octavia as she caught Sandra’s drift, “you mean.”

“Well. Nobody yet knows about Elizabeth and me. Everybody still thinks that I’m carrying her around in the baby harness.

When the doctors come, just pretend it was Jenny and Marge all the time. Have you told any of the other staff about Elizabeth and me?”

“No-o,” replied Octavia thoughtfully, “I thought it best to be discreet. D’you know, I think it might work. You and Elizabeth
can stay in bed this afternoon, or go for a walk or something, and we can pretend that it was Jenny and Marge all the time. I didn’t mention any names or anything about your condition because I wanted to respect your privacy. I don’t think the doctors will be any the wiser.”

“It’s worth a try,” declared Jenny as she and Marge exchanged nods of agreement.

“Right,” finished Octavia. “You two off to bed for now while I pretend that I’ve just discovered Marge and Jenny. I must admit; I’m clutching at straws here.”

“What about the bathroom? Asked Marge. “We’re bursting!”

“Come on then, quickly before the day staff arrive.”

“We can’t walk properly. Well not yet anyhow. We’ll need a bit of support.” Said Jenny.

Octavia frowned again and turned to Sandra and Elizabeth.

“Can you help me?”

“That’s what we’re here for,” Sandra replied as she reached out and took hold of Jenny’s right arm. Octavia took her cue and held Marge’s left as the conjoined models stood up and took their first tentative uncoordinated steps. They wobbled uncertainly to the bathroom and gingerly lowered themselves onto the seat. Then Jenny and Marge exchanged smiles as they ‘pushed’ simultaneously and expelled their urine.

“Well that bit works,” they giggled together as Sandra and Elizabeth automatically turned away and pretended to be concerned with re-arranging the bath towels. Octavia however stood gaping at them and Jenny raised her objections.

“Do you mind! Turn away can’t you. This is a bit private. Look at Sandra and Lizzy, they are showing respect.”

Octavia recovered from her stupefied stare and apologised as she shook her head.

“Oh! Yes! Of course! I’m so sorry. It’s just that-, well, the whole thing has knocked me for six. I’m in a bit of a tizzy.”

Sandra and Elizabeth opened the door and gave Octavia an escape avenue. She stumbled out then Sandra and Liz followed, leaving Jenny and Marge to work out their toilet arrangements in private. Outside in the corridor, Octavia turned apologetically to Sandra and Elizabeth.

“I just wasn’t thinking; staring at them so stupidly. I can’t believe I was so rude! This whole thing -, well -, it’s just thrown me. I suppose all this toilet business is old hat to you by now.”

“It’s not an issue really,” replied Elizabeth reassuringly, “we’ve only got one rectum and we share the arms. Wiping clean and washing is all a bit new to me anyway, but Sandra is a good guide.”

“And what about the other? You know -, uuhm, urinating. “D’you uuhm share that as well?”

“Oh yes, sort of, well, more or less,” interrupted Sandra casually, “We share all the same sensations and everything down there is more or less as it should be.”

Elizabeth privately squeezed their mutual cock in their mutual cunny as she grasped the double meaning of Sandra’s words. ‘Sandra was technically quite right for she and Elizabeth did share sensations and indeed, everything was ‘as it should be’ for a conjoined boy and girl! At that stage Octavia was still ignorant of their conjoined duality and there was no need for Octavia to know about Sandra’s exciting little extra bits. The idea of using Jenny and Marge as the subject of the doctor’s visits pleased Elizabeth no end. They could keep their own arrangements secret for a little longer until they had sorted out lots of personal and legal issues.

Elizabeth had a sharp brain and had fought for years to get her legal and human rights recognised. Indeed, she had already decided that, that very morning before the doctor’s afternoon arrival, whilst in the privacy of Sandra’s staff flat, she had intended to call her regular lawyers to fix the legal issues and re-affirm her emancipation rights as soon as Sandra woke up. She had no intention of allowing any stupid doctors to try and drag the pair of them off unwillingly to the laboratories or operating tables.

Now that urgency was removed. Jenny and Marge would be the lightening conductors to deflect the strikes. Even so, Elizabeth knew she would have to move quickly. There were also the same issues for Jenny and Marge, but she would address them later in the morning after Sandra had had some sleep and before the doctors arrived.

Back in the bathroom Jenny and Marge shared their very first defecation.

“How shall we do it?” Whispered Marge curiously.

“I suppose we just push like we normally used to do,” replied Jenny, “Sandra and Elizabeth said it just comes naturally for them.”

“Come on then,” encouraged Marge.

They pushed together and everything worked normally. Both girls sighed with relief and giggled after they had completed their evacuation. Marge gave a little squeak of surprise as Jenny experimented with their sphincter and squeezed it tight.

“0-0h! Oy! You cheeky thing! Warn me if you’re going to play with my arse.”

“Never mind that,” chuckled Jenny, “ who’s going to wipe?”

“Uugh! Gross. I’ll let you do that this first time.”

“Gee thanks!” Shrugged Jenny.

Jenny’s ‘single shoulder’ shrug caused Marge to flinch licentiously as their three tits wobbled tantalisingly. Jenny then reached for the toilet roll and doubled the paper before bending over unexpectedly.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Squawked Marge.

“What does it look like? Wiping our butt!”

“Heck! D’you always do it that way, around the back then? I go under the front way and push away from my cunny.”

“Well I go around the back and pull away from mine. Listen! D’you want to get this finished with or not?” Jenny Growled.

It was Marge’s turn to shrug and Jenny’s turn to twitch as their tits wobbled again.

Then as Jenny’s fingers dug into their rectum Marge squealed again.

“Ow-oww. Steady on. Is that how you do it?”

“Of course. D’you want our arse cleaned or not?”

Marge relaxed for the sensation whilst surprising her, had not hurt her. Then Marge discovered a very pleasant side effect of their conjoinment. Her haemorrhoids had disappeared. For most of her adult life, Marge had suffered from them but now they had completely gone. As Jenny’s fingers busied themselves in their rectum Marge smiled with relief.

“What are you grinning at?” Demanded Jenny.

“It’s our butt. My piles have gone. There’s no blood and it’s not hurting. They -, they’ve gone, gone completely. I could never have dug into my arsehole like you just did. The pain would have killed me. Can I check it out?”

“Be my guest,” offered Jenny.

Marge took some more toilet tissue and probed delicately from long habit. This time, Jenny savoured the peculiar sensation of having somebody else clean her butt. Never having suffered from haemorrhoids, Marge’s delicate testing felt quite evocative to Jenny causing her to squirm and giggle.

“Stop tickling my arse!”

By way of reply, Marge boldly dug into their arse and savoured the pleasure of not suffering any pain.

“Hey this is keen. D’you think any other ailments have gone?”

Jenny wondered then tested her little finger experimentally. She had crushed it in a car door as a child and been cursed with the occasional attack of arthritis ever since.

The knuckle joints of her little finger had always been stiff since that day. Up until that moment, in all the other excitement, she had not noticed her little finger’s flexibility.

In photo shoots, she had always discreetly kept her little finger away from the camera and it had never been noticed by any of the photographers. Fortunately in most modelling shoots, the hands were usually shown open and extended so the stiffness of her little finger was very rarely an issue.

The problem also affected her grip, which had always been weak because she couldn’t fully close her little finger. Now as she flexed her fingers she let out a squeak of delight.

“You’re right! Look! My finger, I can close my whole hand!”

As a close friend, Marge knew about Jenny’s finger and she grinned delightedly at the shared discoveries.

“This is brilliant. Quick! Call them back to help us into the shower.”

They called for help and the trio re-appeared.

“We might need help in the shower.”

As they spoke Sandra and Octavia reached forward and helped them the few steps to the cubicle.

“Can you manage in there washing by yourselves?” Asked Octavia.

“We’ll have to, wont we,” replied Marge.

“Not if you’re still worried about keeping your balance,” replied Elizabeth, “Sandra and I need a shower, we could help you.”

“Oh I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” said Octavia, “there might be legal issues. You know, sexual abuse and all the health and safety stuff.”

“Oh stuff and nonsense!” Snapped Jenny. “We’re adults for God’s sake! Anyway; if we slipped and fell, then there would be an issue. Besides, Sandra’s been helping us for two years, and as for the privacy thing, well I mean — come on!! We’re conjoined twins for heaven’s sake! What’s private now? We’ve just shared a poo and a wee for God’s sake!”

“Well. OK then,” declared Octavia. “You get on with showering while I go and prepare a disclaimer so that you can state that you’ve no objections. Is everybody agreeable to that?”

The two pairs of conjoined couples exchanged looks then Elizabeth spoke for them all.

“OK. I’ll check it over later then if we’re all agreeable, we can sign it. We’ll need two witnesses though.”

“That could cause a problem,” sighed Octavia, ever alert to the legal implications for her business.

“Oh don’t be such a pussyfoot,” encouraged Elizabeth. “I’ve already got it in hand anyway. I’ll tell you after we’ve showered.”

Octavia squinted at her richest resident and bit her lip nervously. ‘Elizabeth had long ago demonstrated her shrewdness in many things legal.’ Her battle for full and independent emancipation had not been easy. There had been plenty of relatives and supposed friends who had hoped to garnish control of her fortune by pretending to be her carer. The manager knew all about Elizabeth’s past and she had proved to be a supportive, sympathetic ally for Elizabeth during her darkest hours. She tactfully withdrew as the girls prepared to shower.

Fortunately, the shower cubicle was designed to accommodate disabled people and it had plenty of room. Both pairs of conjoined girls were soon lathering each other up as Octavia returned to her office to prepare the disclaimer.

After preparing a specimen disclaimer, Octavia returned with some extra large towels to facilitate the drying process and a change of panties for Sandra and Elizabeth. As she opened the door she heard both pairs of girls giggling licentiously in the shower.

“Are you lot behaving in there?” She asked lightly, knowing full well that stuff was certainly going down.

As a closet, lipstick lesbian, Octavia knew girly fun when she heard it. She placed the towels on the hot rail and sat on the toilet seat to await their emergence.

After a few nervous squeaks and awkward bumps, the shower door opened and the four girls stood unsteadily. Octavia rose to assist them. She noted the somewhat flushed expressions and guessed that it was not all down to the hot water of the shower. Sandra, ever the boldest, caught Octavia’s expression and smiled responsively.

“Well. You would have as well!”

“I never said a word,” smirked Octavia as realisation of the four girl’s lesbian sexualities caused her own face to crimson with shock and also secret delight.

“Why are you blushing?” Demanded Elizabeth as she watched Octavia’s neck redden against the pure white of her blouse.

”Well -, you -, you were -, you were uu-hm. I heard you and I could also see through the smoked glass of the shower door. I’m not completely stupid!”

“All we were doing was cuddling. We had to do that to hold Jenny and Marge up. They are getting better at balancing but they still have trouble standing on one leg while they wash the other foot.” Stated Sandra firmly.

Octavia fell silent. In truth all she had seen were two vague forms pressed up close and face-to-face. Sandra was probably telling the truth. Octavia wondered if she wasn’t letting her own thoughts run away with her. She watched as Jenny and Marge cautiously stepped out and took one of the huge bath towels. It covered them adequately and they swayed slightly as they started gently dabbing their soft rounded curves. Next, Octavia handed one to Sandra and Elizabeth who proved much more able to dry themselves. Eventually, both pairs of girls were dry and dressed in loose fitting bathrobes, then they settled down in Sandra’s staff flat to discuss tactics. The first thing Elizabeth did was call her lawyer friend at home.

“Hello, Jean. This is Elizabeth, your thalidomide client. Can you drop everything and come over later this morning? Bring your laptop, a camera and plenty of headed paper. It’s important. Oh! And bring another person as a witness, preferably another woman and preferably a lawyer also.”

As a wealthy client, who never called unless it was truly urgent, Jean responded to Elizabeth’s call immediately. Besides, few other clients paid Jean a monthly retainer.

After arranging to meet at eleven o’clock, Elizabeth put the phone down and turned to the others.

“We need to make sure that the doctors are in no doubt about who’s in control. Believe me. I’ve had plenty of experience with doctors. They always think they know best.”

“I hope this is the right way to go,” observed a worried Octavia.

“I’m telling you now,” replied Elizabeth, “it’ll all turn out to hang on the law. It always does. Now let’s give Sandra a chance to sleep before Jean arrives.”

They agreed to this and left Elizabeth and Sandra to sleep through the rest of the morning.

Jean arrived on the button just as Octavia was waking Sandra and Elizabeth.

“Your lawyer friend is here with another girl.”

Sandra reached sleepily for their combined panty-corselet but Elizabeth desisted.

“We won’t need that. Jean will need to witness our condition as well as Jenny and Marge.”

They chose a skirt, a pair of plain cotton pants bought for the purpose of medical examination and a pair of loose fitting tops with matching bras. After quickly dressing, Elizabeth and Sandra met the lawyers in Octavia’s offices whilst Octavia sat with Jenny and Marge in the side-room.

Jean’s eyes widened with shock as she realised Elizabeth’s conjoinment to Sandra. She even forgot to introduce her legal partner Rosemary to Sandra, but Elizabeth had recognised Rosemary from old.

“Oh hell Elizabeth! Is this what it’s about?” Screeched Jean.

“You bet. Look, I’ll show you.”

Elizabeth slipped off their skirt and carefully tugged down the side of their panties to reveal the seamless conjoinment without exposing their crotch.

“But how the hell did this -?” Gasped Jean as her colleague Rosemary let out a grunt of surprise and peered closely at the join.

“Magic.” Replied Elizabeth.

“Oh yeah. Now pull the other one!” Scoffed the disbelieving Jean.

“No seriously Jean. It just happened whilst Sandra was carrying me in that baby harness we used to use. She dozed off the other evening before her night duty with me in the baby harness. When we woke for Sandra to start work, we were stuck together.”
After inspecting the conjoinment closely Jean looked up at Sandra.

“Is this true?”

“Of course it’s true! D’you think people somehow get conjoined every day?”

“The girl’s got a point Jean.” Observed Rosemary the other lawyer.

“So do you think it’s magic?” Mocked Jean.

“Tell me what else. Remember, I was a doctor before going in for law. That’s no ordinary conjoinment. For one thing, THEY ARE NOT TWINS! There’s no scarring, no signs of surgery and if I’m not mistaken; somehow Elizabeth has developed vestigial femurs, which are somehow conjoined to Sandra’s femurs. Now remember, I was the doctor who advocated for Elizabeth in the disability hearings and I know that Elizabeth had absolutely no limb forms of any kind. She was virtually a sausage with just a head and two tits. That’s what made the medical arguments so tricky. Look now, there’s a clear extension of her hip and femur arrangements that enables her to remain attached to Sandra without straining or stretching Sandra’s tummy. In fact that’s a very healthy tummy with good muscle tone.”

Satisfied that the conjoinment defied all medical logic Rosemary then turned to the conjoined pair and asked a few crucial questions. Elizabeth and Sandra answered as honestly as they dared then Elizabeth laid out her wishes and broke the stunning news of the other conjoinment of Jenny and Marge. With every word, Jean and Rosemary’s eyes widened in disbelief until Octavia entered from a side-room with the other conjoined girls.

A deafening silence descended as Jean and Rosemary stared at both sets of conjoined girls. Finally, Jean gathered her legal wits and took control.

“So. You say you’re seeing the specialists this afternoon.”

“Yes,” replied Elizabeth.

“Then we’d best get going. What is it you particularly want?” Asked Jean as she switched on the video recording equipment.
Elizabeth then explained that she was more than content with her newly gained condition. She demonstrated the use of their shared arms and legs then described all the other advantages including the toilet convenience. At every juncture, Jean and Rosemary threw in curveball questions but rarely did Elizabeth or Sandra fail to find a suitable answer or demonstration. After an hour of intensive questioning both lawyers nodded their agreement and promised to return the following day with a watertight legal arrangement. Next they turned to Jenny and Marge.

“So, you two need something for this afternoon.” Observed Jean.

The pair nodded and prepared themselves for a barrage of questions.

This time, the questions were much more intimate and penetrating and went on until the specialists arrived. Jean and Rosemary had however; prepared an interim legal agreement to allay the doctor’s attempts to compel Jenny and Marge to go to hospital. Instead, a trio of baffled consultants were forced to examine the pair in the care home’s medical room and eventually to concede that there was little they could do. The pair shared too many important organs. Indeed, Jenny and Marge were frankly surprised at the doctor’s willingness to accept the situation and agree with the pair that they were more than content with the developments.
Jenny and Marge agreed to see a psychiatrist the following day but only on the clear understanding that nothing would be allowed to upset their current living arrangements.

Fortunately, Elizabeth’s friends Jean and Rosemary had done an excellent legal job on Jenny and Marge’s declaration of conjoined emancipation thus the doctors had little recourse. They would be unable to make any untrue or extravagant claims about the conjoined model’s condition. The following day, the psychiatrist felt obliged to declare that the girls seemed balanced and sane. Indeed, the magical return of their amputated legs was deemed a positive advantage. Jenny and Marge had progressed well with walking over night and they could demonstrate an acceptable degree of mobility to the returning doctors.

After two whole days of tests and examinations, the doctors were forced to conclude that the pair should remain conjoined. In any case, they shared too many vital organs and separation would have been impossible without one or the other being killed. As they emerged from the doctor’s examinations, Jenny and Marge punched the air in delight and immediately visited Sandra and Elizabeth who had prepared a little celebration with Octavia, Jean and Rosemary, in Jenny’s apartment.

“It worked.” Crowed Jenny victoriously. “It all worked perfectly. We proved that we are sane and that we enjoy being conjoined!”

“What’s more,” added Marge, “they cannot separate us because we share all our vital single organs and there are no complications. We share one heart, a single stomach, pancreas, liver and I don’t know what else. It’s all just so perfect!”

“So when one dies, you both die,” observed Elizabeth darkly, “well, here’s to a long conjoined life.”

“I shouldn’t worry,” replied Jenny, “death is a long way off and anyway, what about you two. What happens when one of you dies? When we go, we go together. It doesn’t look as if you share many organs”

There was a reflective silence for several seconds before Sandra countered with the same argument as Jenny.

“Well, if you’re right, we shouldn’t have to worry for a good while. As you said, death is a long way off. So let’s not look on the black side, let’s just celebrate our conjoinments.”

At this point Octavia deemed it time to lighten the proceedings and proposed a toast.

Everybody clinked their champagne glasses and hugged each other intensely as they celebrated their first legal-medical victory.

After several glasses of champagne, Elizabeth and Sandra went into the little kitchen to prepare the canapés and sandwiches; there they quietly discussed the next step.

“D’you think we should tell Octavia and my two lawyer friends about Charlie?” Asked Elizabeth.

‘Charlie’ had become their mutually affectionate name for Sandra’s cock.

“Do we have to? Is there anything to be gained by it?” Argued Sandra, though not very forcefully.

“Well. I think it’s a bit false of us to mislead Jean and Rosemary. If they ever have to advocate for us in court and it comes down to a full medical exam, we shouldn’t spring any unfair surprises on them. After all, they drew up our conjoined emancipation declaration in the belief that we’re both girls. That might cause legal complications.”
Sandra mulled over Elizabeth’s arguments and was slowly persuaded that it might be the right thing to do. However she still had doubts stemming from her painful dysfunctional, transvestite childhood.

“It’s all right for you. You’ve always travelled under your true colours. They might penalise me and say that I’m insane because I’m living a lie.”

“And then what; separate us? Over my dead body!” Scolded Elizabeth.

Just at that moment, Rosemary entered the kitchen to ask about the delay with the titbits.

“Over whose dead body?”

Sandra and Elizabeth spun round as Rosemary’s question startled them.

“Oh nothing,” squeaked Elizabeth nervously, “we were just wondering about doctors trying to split us up. We don’t share all the important organs like Jenny and Marge. It might be possible to separate us surgically.

“And deny you the use of those arms and legs. I don’t think so. It would be tantamount to maiming you, now that you enjoy such facility not to mention the other conveniences like the lavatorial benefits. No. I don’t think any judge would allow that, especially as you advocate so strongly for the advantages you’ve gained. And they are advantages!”

“What about other stuff?” Asked Sandra.

“Like what?” Replied Rosemary.

“Well, there’s other issues,” stammered Sandra hesitantly, “uu-hm much more per -, personal stuff. It’s my stuff really but it affects Lizzy as well.”

“What sort of stuff?” Asked Mary as she frowned with perplexion.

There was a pregnant silence, until Elizabeth broke the deadlock. Once again her legally sharp mind was ticking.

“Are you still bound by your Hippocratic oath?”

“Uuhm, ye-ess,” replied Rosemary cautiously as her medical mind started clunking. “Does this mean you’ve got other secrets?”

“Uuhm, ye-ess,” replied Sandra, mimicking Rosemary’s caution.

Rosemary picked up the unspoken cynicism in Sandra’s guarded reply and smiled narrowly.

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well there’s no problem really,” added Elizabeth, it’s just that Sandra and I have something extra to tell you.”

“Go on,” prompted Rosemary as her medical interviewing skills started to operate.

“Well -. It’s — it’s a bit personal.” Mumbled Sandra nervously.

“How personal?”

“Is sexual dysfunctionality deemed a cause to diagnose insanity?” Asked Elizabeth.

“Not normally,” replied Rosemary, “only if it’s associated with the cause of a crime or a serious, criminal, behavioural disorder.”

“And what constitutes a behavioural disorder?” Pressed Sandra.

“Anything that might be deemed a danger to another person, or a danger to ones-self. Something that might cause a public disorder, or a disturbance of the peace.”

“So if it’s strictly private thing and nobody else knew about it, then it’s not a legal issue.” Pressed Sandra as she searched for a way to go forward.

“Not normally,” mused Rosemary thoughtfully, “it might become a medical issue but if the previous criterion are the guidelines I just gave you, then sexual dysfunctionality is deemed to be just another medical condition.”

“Nothing dangerous then,” finished Elizabeth.

“That’s the jist of it; at least as far as the law is concerned. It’s still a huge, complex field though, and each case has to be addressed on its merits. But basically, -No public danger; no public problem-. So no legal issues.”

“What about transvestism or transexualism?” Asked an emboldened Sandra.

“Why. Is that your problem?” Asked Rosemary without sounding the least surprised. Her casual attitude reassured Sandra who nodded nervously.

“Which is it, transvestism or transexualism?”

“A bit of both I think,” replied Sandra.

“Go on,” encouraged Rosemary, “how much of each?”

“Well -, I’ve -, I’ve got -, I’ve got a penis.”

Rosemary’s eyes widened very slightly but her only other response was to nod slowly.

“And? Is it functional?” She asked cleverly avoiding any show of embarrassment or censure.

“Uu-hm -, yes.” Stammered Sandra.

“And your breasts, are they real or implants.”

“Real,” whispered Sandra in a high nervous whisper.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty two.”

“A few years younger than Elizabeth then.”

“Yes.”

Rosemary fell into a thoughtful silence as she studied the pair.

“Do you -?”

“Have sex. Yes.” Replied Elizabeth hastily. Glad to get the issue out into the open.

“And it is consensual?”

“How d’you mean?” Asked a puzzled Elizabeth.

“Well. I haven’t seen how you’re conjoined. What I mean is, if Sandra’s penis becomes erect, can you voluntarily prevent it from entering your vagina.”

“Oh! I see what you mean. Oh yes, unless I hump my hips, it simply slides past me and presses my clitty.”
Rosemary rubbed her jaw thoughtfully as she pondered the next step.

“I’d like to examine you, but that’s obviously a painful issue for you both. Besides, technically, I should have a chaperoning nurse.”

“What, you mean a second person present.” Countered Sandra.

“Well yes.”

“Well one of us would be the ‘second person’ no matter which one of us you examined.”

Rosemary smiled at the beguiling logic then chuckled.

“I wish it was as simple as that. Both my lawyer’s hat and my doctor’s hat tells me that your argument might be deemed technically flawed.”

“Why. We’re two people,” argued Elizabeth, “tantamount to husband and wife no less.”

“Well this is no simple marriage guidance counsel is it?”

“So the upshot is you want another person present.” Finished Sandra.

“Afraid so. It’s best you see me tomorrow and the sooner the better. I’ve got a medical colleague who’s discreet.”

Sandra and Elizabeth’s shoulders sagged partly with relief but partly with impatience. They had hoped to resolve the issues that same afternoon.

“I thought you’d be going back up to London tonight.” Observed Sandra.

“I am.”

“So you expect us to travel up to London tonight or tomorrow morning.”

“Yes.”

“What. Conjoined! Like this!”

“How else. You’ve managed to walk around town down here without any issues.”

“Huh. The townspeople know us. They’ve known about Liz’s disability and my carrying Liz around in a harness for nearly a year now. They’re used to it and assume Liz is still in a harness.”

“So. People in London don’t take much notice. They’ll assume the same.”

Sandra capitulated. There was little else she could do. Elizabeth sensed Sandra’s defeat and took the issue forward.

“Where’s your practice?”

“In the same offices as our legal practice. I specialise in medical jurisprudence. There is a small examination room in the chambers and I have a nurse and a medical colleague whom I can call on. They’re both very discreet.”

“They’d better be,” cautioned Sandra.

Rosemary gave Sandra and Elizabeth an old look as she replied.

“Could they be anything else and still be working for me? I’ve been at this combined law and medicine business now for over ten years. I’m older than you might think.”

Sandra and Elizabeth had to take Rosemary’s words at face value, so they finished arranging the canapé’s and sandwiches then carried in the tray to rejoin the others. After some further discussion, Jean and Rosemary left to return to London. Sandra and Elizabeth turned to Jenny and Marge.

“You mean to say you’re going up to town as well?”

“We have to. They have to prepare a case for our conjoined emancipation hearings.”

“But I thought it was cut and dried.” Said Sandra

“Medically it is; that bit’s a formality. There’s just the other stuff concerning our joint property rights and stuff. We even have to write a will for God’s sake.”

“Yeah. So do we.” Observed Elizabeth. “My estate is worth a fortune and now that Sandra’s conjoined with me there’s all sorts of stuff to sort out.”

“What? Your not going to cut me out of your will are you darling?” Giggled Sandra.

“It’s no laughing matter,” cautioned Elizabeth. “If I died before you, I wouldn’t put it past my relatives to try and have my dead body separated from you and then have you cut out of the estate. You should have seen them trying to get their hands on my money last time. They tried to claim that I was somehow mentally disabled as well as physically disabled. They tried every argument in the book and some that never got into it. Then they tried to play the ‘Caring relatives’ card but that got short thrift with the judges after I was able to demonstrate how I’d been abused. Fortunately there was forensic evidence but I’m not going into that again. All I can tell you is that they are like bloody vultures!”

Sandra fell silent. As yet they had no idea if she and Liz could be separated. If it was medically possible, there was no knowing who would try what if Elizabeth died first. Before they could write a will, they would have to get the best medical opinion about the extent of their conjoinment.

In some ways, Sandra felt that Jenny and Marge were luckier. When one died, they both died and there would be few complications provided their will was properly prepared.

After Jean and Rosemary had left, the afternoon tea was a fairly subdued affair as all four girls and Octavia considered the implications of the morrow. They decided that they would go up in Octavia’s car for privacy. Then Octavia confirmed that there was another staff member to cover Sandra’s night duty.

“I think you’d all better sleep at my house tonight,” declared Octavia, “ we don’t want the new night nurse to make any surprising discoveries before we’re good and ready, do we? She’s an agency nurse so I’ve no idea what she’s like.”

After agreeing to the arrangements, Octavia brought her car around to the side door of her office whilst the girls gathered whatever clothing they thought suitable. Sandra studied Jenny and Marge’s bras and selected a few that could be readily converted into ‘three cup bras. Then some loose blouses were collected and the girls checked to see if they could fit into a pair of Sandra’s old jeans. Fortunately they were stretch denim and Jenny and Marge had struggled skilfully with their old modelling skills to squeeze into the skin-tight garment. Sandra’s eyes widened lustfully as the material stretched delightfully around the pair’s taught rounded butt..

Jenny and Marge recognised the old look and grinned provocatively as they wiggled their shared beautifully rounded butt.
“The look in your eyes Sandra, assures me you’re a lezzie!” Marge giggled. Elizabeth also giggled as she felt their cock twitch and she squeezed it with their dampening cunny. Both Jenny and Marge spotted the secretive responses of Sandra and Elizabeth and they smiled invitingly.

To their mutual delight they had to share the back seat as they slipped discreetly away from the care home to Octavia’s house.
Octavia’s house was an impressive Victorian folly with a turreted corner and Gothic windows set in dressed stone walls. It resembled a miniature version of a Scottish Lairds Castle and it was set in some fairly spacious grounds. The girl’s eyes widened as the car crunched up the gravel drive.

“D’you live here all alone?” Asked Jenny, speaking for all four conjoined girls.

“Sadly yes,” replied Octavia, “ when mum died I inherited it and I couldn’t let it go. It’s got lots of happy memories.”

“Who cleans it?” Asked Sandra, ever the practical one and reflecting her typical outlook.

“I have a woman in three days a week. It doesn’t get very dirty. There’s only me so most of the rooms don’t get used much.”

Octavia climbed up the flight of steps to the front door, unlocked it and then offered help to Jenny and Marge.

“I think we can do it ourselves now,” declared Marge as the pair easily emerged from the car.”

“The arms bit is easy getting out of the car, and the walking is pretty much OK now. These steps will take a bit of practice though,” added Jenny.

Octavia, Elizabeth and Sandra hovered concernedly but the models picked their way cautiously up the steps and reached the front door without any mishap.

“You’re improving all the time,” observed Sandra.

“It’s bloody fantastic to have legs back!” Laughed Marge as she and Jenny turned to look back down the steps.

“So. Welcome to Dracula’s Castle,” chuckled Sandra as Octavia switched on the lights and they stared into the cavernous hallway.

“Oh it’s not that bad,” protested Octavia,” the next thing you’ll be wondering is if it’s haunted.”

“Well is it,” asked Jenny.

“No of course not. It’s a very happy house. I was born here and we had wonderful times here.”

“But now it’s just you.” Observed Elizabeth.

“Sadly yes. I never married.”

The conjoined pairs exchanged significant glances behind Octavia’s back as she turned to enter the kitchen.

“She’s one of us I think,” Mouthed Jenny knowingly.

The others nodded and they entered the kitchen as Octavia was already putting the kettle on. They chatted around the Kitchen
table until late evening then Octavia announced that she was going to bed.

“It’s a tiresome drive up to London with all the traffic, so I’m going up to bed now. I’ll show you your rooms and I suggest you get an early night."

They followed her up a grand staircase and she gave them a choice of rooms. The pairs chose adjoining rooms opposite Octavia’s room and they bid Octavia goodnight.

Almost before Sandra and Elizabeth had started to undress, there was a discreet knock on a connecting door between the rooms. Sandra opened the door to meet Jenny and Marge.

“Can we come in?”

“Why not,” replied Elizabeth. “What’s the matter; can’t sleep?”

Jenny and Marge exchanged knowing glances and grinned hopefully.

“It’s our first night together. We hoped you two could give us some pointers.”

“Ha!” Choked Sandra. “We’re hardly experts ourselves are we. We’ve only been conjoined for one more night than you.”

“So. Is it nice?” Asked Marge.

“What? You mean — uuhm sex?” Giggled Elizabeth.

“Uu-hm yes. Of course. What else?”

“Well for us it is, but I don’t know about you two. You’ll probably have to work it all out for yourselves. I suppose your bodies will tell you what you want.”

“Bodies!” Wondered Jenny. “Don’t you mean body?”

“Oh. Okay then, if you insist; body. Yes I suppose ‘body’ does make more sense. You’ve only got one trunk and one pussy.”

“And one heart, and one stomach, finished Jenny.”

By now the atmosphere was electric and Marge took the plunge.

“We still have trouble balancing in the shower. Can you help us?”

Sandra and Elizabeth took the hint and agreed. Jenny and Marge then collected their towels and returned to Sandra and Elizabeth’s room. After undressing they grabbed their shower caps then all stepped into the commodious shower. There they soon fell to what had been electrifying the atmosphere all evening.

Jenny and Marge showed no reticence when they finally got Sandra and Elizabeth naked in the shower. Naturally, their first interest lay in the big secret that nestled way back under Sandra and Elizabeth’s shared tummy. Curious fingers eagerly searched for the secret delight and the models squealed lustfully when they felt it hardening responsively.

“So it gets nice and hard then even though you’re a girl.” Observed Jenny.

“Mmm,” groaned Liz and Sandra as their hips gyrated urgently.

“That’s cool,” sighed Marge as they probed gently at Sandra and Elizabeth’s sexy parts.

“Hey! Gerroff!” Giggled Elizabeth, “Octavia’s right, you two are like a bloody octopus!”

“Well if we are, then this octopus has met a very horny mate! Just look at this!”

“We call him Charlie,” giggled Elizabeth as their cock twitched and stiffened further in the model’s inquisitive grasp.

“Well Charlie’s a right goer isn’t he?” Observed Marge as she and Jenny gently squeezed the firm velvety organ.
Sandra and Elizabeth gasped as Jenny’s eyes glittered greedily.

“I do believe he’s big enough to do what he was designed for.”

“Yes,” agreed Marge, “I thought he’d be too small to reach right up and under Lizzy’s crotch, especially as Sandra’s a shemale. Shemales often can’t get it up, but this; well this is just yummy!”

Sandra and Elizabeth felt their rampant cock being gently tugged towards the model’s cunny. One of the model’s hands gently ‘encouraged’ Charlie to claim his privileges whilst the other hand gently hugged Liz and Sandra tighter into a Sapphic embrace. Liz and Sandra needed little encouragement as they jointly savoured the especially delightful shared sensations of their newly shared cock being slowly pushed into another woman’s receptive eager cunny.

“We’d be more comfortable on the bed,” offered Sandra.

The suggestion gained instant approval and eager hands grabbed at the towels as they dried themselves and clambered hurriedly onto the bed.

“Mmmm! Satin sheets!” Squealed Elizabeth, “Octavia certainly knows how to treat her guests!”

As they clambered onto the bed, they hesitated briefly as they removed their shower caps.

“What’s the best way to do this?” Giggled Marge.

“Girls always on top,” demanded Jenny. “That way we won’t get crushed.

“Hey! Hold on,” objected Elizabeth, “I’m a girl and I could get crushed between you and Sandra! I’m only small!”

“How about you two sit astride our lap,” suggested the ever-practical Sandra.

Jenny was about to declare that they wouldn’t get sufficient penetration but even as she prepared to voice her thoughts, her gaze fell to Charlie who was growing yet bigger from under Elizabeth’s crotch.

“Hey! That’s just fabulous! How d’you do that?”

Liz and Sandra peered down at their own cock and were amazed themselves that Charlie could grow so much. Their jaws sagged with surprised incomprehension.

“I -, I -, dunno’ Mmm-mm, he sure feels good though,” sighed Elizabeth as she frotted their clitty against Charlie’s ridged back.

“You’d best climb aboard,” declared Sandra huskily, “otherwise you’ll miss the fun.”

Marge and Jenny needed no further prompting. They slithered forward on their knees along the satin sheets then gently spread their thighs to carefully lower their cunny onto the inviting organ. Liz and Sandra gasped again as they felt the already slick lips of Marge and Jenny’s cunny slowly envelope Charlie. The models gave a little gasp as Charlie parted their innermost secrets then they squeaked licentiously as he slipped easily into their receptive maw.

“Ooh — ooh! That’s just soo-oo nice!” Groaned Jenny as Marge made little sympathetic mewling sounds.

“D’you both feel it?” Whispered Elizabeth.

Jenny and Marge croaked ‘Yes’ in perfect harmony as they started to grind their hips to force Charlie deeper into their belly.
Elizabeth’s eyes widened appreciatively as Marge and Jenny gradually descended Charlie until their clitty fetched up against Elizabeth’s own clitty that she of course shared with Sandra.

“Oooww - oooowwh!” Squealed Sandra as she felt her first ever voluntary sensations of a clitty being mashed against another girl’s pubis. “Ooohh! That’s just sooo-ooo goo-ood!”

As girls from their very conception in their mother’s wombs, Jenny, Marge and Elizabeth had of course grown up to often savour the delights of mashing their clitties against any suitable convenience in their formative years. They knew exactly what did and did not work to bring each other off. As Charlie penetrated to his maximum depths, the three of them worked their hips eagerly humping against each other’s pubic bones as they indulged their ultimate shared delights. The effects for Sandra were however, even more climactic. As the three real girls, (rg’s) worked their shared delights, the newly gained sensations for Sandra simply started to overwhelm her.

Firstly she felt the tight eager envelope of Marge and Jenny’s vagina clamp wet and firm around her rigid swollen shared cock, then she felt Lizzy and her own vagina calling frustratedly to be filled. This lent an added fricassee’ of torment to Sandra’s other pleasures but it did little to ameliorate the sheer ecstasy of feeling her and Lizzy’s stiff responsive clitty, (‘like a second cock’ thought Sandra,) fetching up against the other responsive bud that met their own as they frotted urgently along Charlie’s ridged back.

Slowly Sandra started to lose control and her normally strong back started to sag as the sensations overwhelmed her. Sandra started to sag backwards and Elizabeth let out a nervous whimper as she felt Marge and Jenny start to loom over her. The last thing Elizabeth wanted was to be suffocated by Marge and Jenny’s three ripe breasts for her head came exactly to the line were their three breasts and Sandra’s double d’s met. She let out a muffled squeal as Sandra finally collapsed on her back but then she had a most pleasant surprise.

It was as if the two couples were just made for each other.
As Sandra fell backwards, Marge and Jenny simply supported their torso on their arms and kept their beautiful breasts from suffocating Elizabeth.

As their three suspended breasts stopped just short of Elizabeth’s face the fearful squeal changed to a muffled murmur of delight. Elizabeth simply lay back and rested her head between Sandra’s pillowed breasts then let Marge and Jenny’s middle breast simply slip between her lips. As the turgid nubbin of stiffening nipple sensed Elizabeth’s soft lips softly clamp and suck, Marge and Jenny let out identical gasps of delight.

“Oooh! That’s so good! That feels just sooo-oo right. Go on! Don’t stop, just like that, nice and soft and gentle.”

As Marge and Jenny expressed their delights, Sandra looked up and smiled as the dawn of realisation forced its way into her besotted brain.

‘Of course! Marge and Jenny shared the middle breast and therefore all the sensations therein. Elizabeth was at exactly the right position and height to gently titillate the shared nipple and endow both models with identical sensations; particularly as the models were complimentary left and right handed conjoined partners. To complete the union, Sandra brought her own hands to the breast interface and gently ‘tit fenced’ her own swollen nipples against Marge and Jenny’s respective outer breasts. The models let out a groan of surrender and accelerated their eager humping of Charlie.

“Oh my God!” Croaked Marge, “We’re simply just made for each other!”

“Yess!” Seconded Jenny as her and Marge’s jaws sagged with lust.

“Mmmmmph!” riposted Elizabeth with her preoccupied mouth full of delightful nipple.”

Sandra simply closed her eyes and gently humped her and Lizzy’s hips in response to Marge and Jenny’s urgent demands.
Then Liz and Sandra felt the desperate accelerating approach of their boy orgasm and they tensed in eager anticipation. Marge and Jenny picked up the shudder through the tight entwinement of their legs and the pair looked down at Sandra.

“Are you coming?” Gasped Marge.

“Oooh yesss!” Growled Sandra as Elizabeth ‘Mmmmphed’ again to declare her agreement.

“What? Both of you?” Squeaked Jenny, a little jealously.

“Mmm, mmmph,” repeated Elizabeth as Sandra simply nodded her head eagerly.

“And then you get a girly orgasm after?” Checked Marge.

“Yes!” Squeaked Sandra; a little peeved at being distracted.

Jenny and Marge detected the irritation so they shut up and recommenced humping on Charlie. Sandra and Liz were able to concentrate on the approaching express train and they also fell silent as the sensations gathered in their loins. Then the dam burst and Elizabeth let out a squeal of delight.

It was the first time Elizabeth had ever enjoyed a pure boy orgasm without the attendant girly sensations of having her love tube filled. Instead, she was now free to savour the unrestricted onset of a shared lesbian girly orgasm as her clitty continued to mash against Marge and Jenny’s. She and Sandra humped furiously as the ejaculations drove them to a violent crescendo of delight and then fell away with equal speed. All in the space of a few seconds, Liz and Sandra had completed ‘Act One’ of their lovemaking.

For a few seconds, Liz and Sandra lay still and Jenny lamented.

“I hope that’s not it! What about us?”

“Just wait a minute,” gasped Elizabeth, “while we gather our wits and breath.”

Marge smiled and looked into Sandra’s eyes as she recovered. Their expressions said everything, as Marge understood the situation and Sandra nodded affectionately.

For a few minutes, the couples lay entwined but Marge and Jenny were delighted to feel that Charlie was remaining as stiff as ever. As the realisation grew in Marge and Jenny’s brains that their partners were not yet ‘finished’ they started to hump gently again. During the ‘boy thing’ Sandra and Liz had driven hard and selfishly towards their climax but this second time both couples shared control as the girly sensations started to flow between them.

This time, as the sensations slowly welled up like a slow rolling wave from their loins, the conjoined pairs found time to whisper guidance as they eagerly enhanced their mutual enjoyments. The most delightful discoveries for Marge and Jenny was the strange symbiosis they discovered as they found themselves whispering almost identical ‘instructions’ to Liz and Sandra about how to adjust their position or motions as Charlie slowly brought both couples to a spectacular climax. Sandra and Liz giggled softly and Jenny and Marge echoed simultaneously.

“What’s up?”

“It’s you two. You sound as though we’re making love in an echo chamber.” Observed Liz.

“But it’s fantastic!” Echoed the models. “We feel exactly the same things. It’s just so fabulous. We have perfect harmony and perfect synchrony.”

“How d’you know you feel the same things?” Giggled Sandra.

“It’s how we react. Whatever we feel we react to and we both react exactly the same. If one of us feels a wave coming up our body, we both do. We’re as one person in all but thoughts and minds.”

“Mmmm. Lucky you,” whispered Liz, “and I thought we had it good.”

“You’re making me jealous,” declared Sandra.

Then a larger ‘wave’ of lust surged up from both sets of their loins and both couples gasped as they fell silent and their libidos took control. So urgent were their needs that the bed shook and banged under their gyrations. The bumps and noises alerted Octavia in her own bedroom across the hall.

Octavia debated whether to join the couples in what was obviously a rapturous consummation of their conjoinments but, despite the feelings growing in her own loins, she had to regretfully forego the opportunity because of the long drive to London in the morning. Reluctantly she pulled the duvet over her head and forced herself to try and sleep.

As both couples rode the waves of lust, they gasped and panted eagerly for there was nothing so certain as the approaching mutual orgasms. Then, to their abiding joy the waves of lust started rising to a crescendo and their bodies took complete control. Marge and Jenny started to whimper feverishly as Liz and Sandra found their hips humping ever more urgently.

“This is it!” Croaked Jenny as Marge let out a low wail of delight.

“Yes! Yess! Yesss! Here goes! Ooh yesss. Always like this! Let it forever be like thisss!

These were the last coherent remarks that Marge and Jenny were to make as they ascended into a sexual nirvana and lost their reason to an explosion of lustful delight.

Simultaneously, Liz and Sandra felt their climax approaching but for them an even bigger surprise was to hit them. They were expecting the long all-embracing approach of their female climax but right on the very crest of the lustful female wave, a second humungous male orgasm spiked urgently and totally unexpectedly. Between their urgent moans, Liz and Sandra let out a squeal of surprised delight as suddenly, they ejaculated again and again, right in the midst of their surrender. The feverish spasms of their combined, female-male climax brought an added dimension to Marge and Jenny’s ecstasy as they both felt the hot seed spurting into their shared femininity.

But there was something extra. Something electric, something unnatural, something psychic seemed to be flowing between them. For long moments both couples writhed and thrashed in paroxysms of lust as they surrendered utterly to their newfound sensations and sexualities. Then slowly, ever so slowly, their needs subsided and they succumbed to a languid exhaustion as all four gasped and panted whist still locked in a fearful embrace.

Fearful because all four had been a little frightened at first by the force and magnitude of their climaxes. It was to be several minutes before they recovered the composure and confidence to discuss the event experience. Inevitable it was Sandra, ever the practical one, who whispered nervously.

“Was it just me or did we all feel that good?”

“We did, croaked Marge and Jenny.”

“You mean, like we shared something special?” Added Elizabeth.

“Yes. Did you feel it, like something charged, something extra,” whispered Sandra nervously.

A tense silence followed for a moment before the other three girls whispered in perfect unison.

“Yess.”

“See!” Gulped Sandra. “There it goes again, like there’s something psychic going on. You three just answered in perfect synchrony. What is it?”

“I don’t know,” replied Marge, “but it sure was nice!”

“Mmmm,” sighed Jenny as she reached out to untangle Elizabeth’s long golden hair, “ that’s exactly it; nice, really, really nice.”
Elizabeth was too far-gone to add anything. She just laid her cheek against Jenny’s hand as her fingers gently strayed amongst the damp perspiration soaked tresses of Elizabeth’s golden hair. By way of response, Elizabeth gently extended her soft lips and reattached herself to Marge and Jenny’s shared central nipple. The models gasped contentedly then fell silent. Fortunately, Marge and Jenny’s single torso proved no burden at all. It seemed that their arms had twice the strength of ordinary arms, as though they had lost two arms but the strength remained.

Despite lying on top of Liz and Sandra, they fell asleep easily with their tummies pressed together and their heads either side of Sandra’s on the pillow. Happily, Liz and Sandra’s cock kept stiff all night. It provided a perfect ‘centering device’ that exactly prevented Marge and Jenny from sliding off their newfound partners. This left their outer breasts resting lightly on Sandra’s fulsome bosoms whilst their middle breast settled easily and gently into Elizabeth’s receptive lips. Elizabeth fell asleep, savouring the utter contentment of sleeping between Sandra’s soft enveloping pillowed breasts whilst not being crushed or discomforted by Marge and Jenny. Elizabeth’s own breasts being only lightly pressed by Marge and Jenny’s soft navel.

As the four girls realised the perfect geometry of their sexually charged conjunction, they mutually concluded that both couples were perfectly made for each other and that they could forever sleep this way every night for the rest of their lives.

Hot Doggie 4.

Author:

Beverly Taff

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Magic

Character Age:

College / Twenties

TG Themes:

TG Elements:

Bizarre Body Modifications

Other Keywords:

Conjoinment.

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

A chapter further exploring the legal issues and the developing media feeding frenzy.

Hot Doggie 4.

Morning in Octavia’s found them still entwined and yet with the conjoined pair Jenny and Marge still partially supporting their single torso on their arms. It was actually Elizabeth who woke first. She had woken to find Jenny and Marge’s shared middle breast still gently lodged between her lips. Her efforts to dislodge it had sent delightful tickles through Jenny and Marge’s shared nipple and they had squeaked with surprise as they woke to find themselves sharing such delightful sensations. Their shared torso had naturally twitched responsively and this motion had finally woken Sandra. She stirred and woke to find two long sets of soft silky tresses on the two puffed up pillows either side of her head. Jenny and Marge had arranged the spare pillows to provide support for their heads as they lay tummy to tummy with Sandra and Elizabeth’s body. Their rack of three firm soft breasts only lightly pressed onto Elizabeth’s face so they did not smother Sandra’s partner. Jenny and Marge murmured softly as they each turned their head to gaze into Sandra’s sweet, soft, sleepy features. Their shared vagina was still firmly lodged onto Sandra and Elizabeth’s shared penis and both models smiled as they felt Sandra and Elizabeth twitch experimentally underneath them.

“Mmmm. That’s lovely. He’s still hard!” Whispered Jenny.

“Is that nice then?” Asked Sandra as she gently humped her hips.

Marge and Jenny responded together as they always would for the rest of their lives for they could not resist the identical pleasures they were sharing. Elizabeth joined in as she sucked gently on their central nipple and drew its stiffening nubbin deeper into her mouth. These first gentle responses soon ascended into another bout of enthusiastic loving and it was only when Octavia interrupted their pleasuring, that they reluctantly abstained and disentangled their arms to face their host.

“Enjoyed yourselves then I see.” Observed Octavia as she entered the room and her knowing gaze scanned the dishevelled bed.

Four smiles confirmed Octavia’s conclusion and she sat on the bed as her fingers burrowed under the duvet and dallied tantalisingly on the still tangled legs. They giggled and reluctantly accepted Octavia’s unspoken request that they get up.

“If you don’t get ready soon we’ll be late for the appointment in London. There’s plenty to do.”

“How long will it be?” Asked Sandra, who had never been up to London before. Her poverty stricken childhood and subsequent premature displacement from her family had left huge gaps in Sandra’s teenaged years. Despite having ‘run away’ to a large regional city after her being ‘outed’ for her transvestism, Sandra had never actually been to London.

“It’ll be about four hours. The traffic’s pretty bad mid week but there’s special parking at their offices. They say the whole thing will be about six hours.”

“So why are we getting up at six?”

“The sooner we get there, the sooner we’ll finish. The appointment’s for twelve and we aren’t even washed or fed yet. Chop, chop!”

With a sigh, the conjoined pairs disentangled their legs and stumbled naked to the bathroom. Octavia’s eyes widened greedily as she was presented with her first opportunity to study both couples. Jenny turned and grinned as she recognised the lust in Octavia’s eyes.

“Come on then, join us in the shower. You know you want to.”

“No. I was thinking you’ll need help in the showers,” replied Octavia trying to appear professional. She still feared that any emotional entanglements might be used against her to close her business.

Her efforts did not deceive the worldly-wise Jenny and Marge.

“Of course,” riposted Marge with a knowing ironic smile. “We will need help anyway, and the shower’s big enough. It’s designed for a disabled person’s use and some fools might consider us as disabled. You might as well help us.”
Octavia needed no second bidding. Her robe fell from her shoulders and she padded off naked across the hall to collect some extra bath towels from the airing cupboard. She returned to find the girls busy with their toilets prior to gathering in the shower. This time however, Octavia was sensitive enough to ‘look away’ until the ablutions were complete but her eagerness betrayed her when they entered the shower. Finally the conjoined couples had to tell her to be quiet and stop asking so many personal questions.

“You’ll find out soo enough, when we meet the quacks.” Declared Jenny.

“But it must be fantastic, sharing stuff and everything.” Sighed Octavia wistfully.

“You’ll find out soon enough when we get together.” Declared Elizabeth.

“But -, I -, “

But what?” grinned Jenny, “we all know you want to.”

Octavia capitulated like a deflated balloon. She had not realised just how obvious her lesbian interest had become. She genuinely thought she had managed to conceal it under the mantle of caring professionalism.

“D’you mean, you’ve known -?”

“What? About you’re uuhm, orientation?” Smirked the knowing Elizabeth.

“Yess.” Whispered Octavia as her hands fell nervously to her sides again. “You’re not upset are you?”

The conjoined pairs smiled condescendingly. It was odd to find the tough professional Octavia in such a contrite mood. The silence grew oppressive until Sandra took pity and spoke softly as she gently guided Octavia’s fingers to the secrets of her and Elizabeth’s crotch.

“Don’t be ashamed Octavia darling. Everybody’s got secrets and we’re not angry with you. In fact we’re rather pleased. Now if you really want to know secrets, here’s a big one that I’ve been shamefully guilty of.”

Octavia’s fingers felt the unexpected stiffening organ and she gasped with shock.

“Whaa-aa -! But -, but that’s a! Sandra you’ve got a c- cock!-! “

“A boy. Yes that’s right Octavia! Sandra’s a boy,” Elizabeth added, “and it’s really nice. If anybody should have a right to be offended at finding herself conjoined to a boy, it’s me; but you know what; I’m really, really pleased. It’s fantastic!”
Octavia felt huge relief that the others were vulnerable for it set her back to equality without creating threats. She then realised she was actually a little wounded by Sandra’s secret. She wondered why Sandra had never told her.

“Have you always been a boy?” She asked a little naively.

Sandra wagged her head with amused despair.

“You don’t think I grew this thing overnight do you?”

Olivia bit her lip thoughtfully.

“I don’t know what to believe. I mean all this in a couple of days, what’s a girl to think?”

Sandra nodded guiltily but replied softly.

“Well when you put it like that, it’s a fair question isn’t it? Yes, I’ve always been a boy, well; I’ve always had a cock. Not that I’ve always been happy with it.”

“But why didn’t you tell me. I wouldn’t have minded. You’ve always been an excellent nurse.”

Elizabeth intervened on Sandra’s behalf.

“She was too frightened to tell you. Come on Octavia, be honest! Would she have got her job here if she had declared her true condition at the interview? It’s been the best kept secret around here for nearly two years. I only discovered it after we were conjoined!”

“But why Sandra darling,” pressed Octavia, “am I really that much of an ogre?”

“I was frightened,” Sandra replied guiltily. ”I didn’t dare mention a whisper of my transgenderism at the interview and then after that, I was stuck in my false persona. I thought you would have to sack me; you know, being a man and stuff with all the vulnerable disabled residents. Plus, there was the deception thing. I felt for sure you’d sack me on the spot!”

For an answer, Octavia stretched forward and gently kissed Sandra on her lips.

“I’d never have done that once I got to know you. After your care and kindness to Elizabeth I would never have sacked you.
Elizabeth has always spoken of your care as the best she’s ever received. You’ve been the best thing that ever happened for this place.”

“I’ll second that!” Added Elizabeth as Octavia’s breasts enveloped her cheeks and she burrowed her nose into Octavia’s cleavage.

“Here, here!” Finished Jenny and Marge, “Sandra forever!”

Octavia sighed with relief and sensed that same relief in Sandra as the transvestite’s shoulders sagged.

“Come on now, it’s getting late; I want to be on the road by seven.”

The group reluctantly finished lathering and rinsing each other then dressed and went down to breakfast.

Octavia’s plan was pretty much on schedule for their car emerged from her drive only ten minutes after the village church bell struck seven.

In the back seat, Jenny and Marge exchanged smiles with Sandra and Elizabeth. ‘Octavia had always been a stickler for punctuality, and this trip would be no exception.’

“Octavia, were you ever in the army?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yes. Why?”

“Oh nothing; just curious,” replied Elizabeth as the two pairs grinned.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Octavia defensively, “but this meeting’s important. We mustn’t be late.”

Octavia fell silent as she drove but the others chatted quietly as they each discussed their hopes and aspirations then fell to chatting about their backgrounds.

“And the school did nothing!” Gasped Marge as Sandra finished describing her early teenaged outing experiences.”

“The school just wanted rid of the problem and my parents couldn’t handle it. I was just fourteen and they didn’t really want the problem of a boy wearing frilly lingerie under his school clothes. They told me not to come to school on my fifteenth birthday. I decided the remaining months until I was fifteen would be too difficult so I ran away. End of story, here I am.”

“How did you survive? On the street, I mean.”

“How does anybody survive-, I ducked and dived, lied about my age. Girl’s can dress up to look older. I did and I got by. I worked as a supermarket checkout girl not far from home but somebody recognised me. I hadn’t learned much about make-up and stuff, so my disguise was pathetic. The store found out about my transvestism and sacked me. I got wiser after that and found work further away in a big anonymous city. It was menial stuff but at least nobody knew me.

“I’m surprised you did not fall into the prostitution trap,” observed Jenny.

“Yeah, that and drugs,” added Marge, “it’s an easy thing. God knows there’s enough of that shit on the cat walk.”

“Like I said;” replied Sandra, “you get by. Just don’t be greedy and cut your cloth to suit your pocket. Avoid the crime thing and you can just about crawl out of the slime. Here I am.”

“Well good for you,” finished Elizabeth.

The group fell silent as the car entered the outskirts of London then Sandra’s eyes widened as she began to recognise famous landmarks and ask questions about lesser-known buildings.

“What’s that? Look at that!”

The other three smiled condescendingly as they satisfied Sandra’s curiosity. Eventually, Octavia pulled in to a cobbled forecourt just off The Strand. It was one of the Inns of Court opposite the Royal Courts of Justice. She advised the girls to stay in the back until she had checked out if everything was as expected. She returned with Jean, Rosemary and a large group of what the four girls presumed to be doctors and other specialists.

“Do there have to be so many?” Wondered Sandra aloud as she suspected there was already a licentious interest even amongst the supposedly dispassionate, professional medical fraternity.

“Yeah, that’s an awful lot of medicine,” Elizabeth added. “Rosemary said there would only be a doctor and a nurse cum chaperone.” .

“Get used to it,” declared Jenny, “it’ll get a hell of a lot worse.”

“Yeah, well you are used to it; models and camera’s and stuff. Your faces have been plastered all over the place. It’s different for me. I’m a tranny and I've had to keep it secret. I’ve always tried to be - indeed I’ve had to be - a private person. This is going to be a real crock of shit.”

“And you don’t think it’s going to be the same for us!” Marge argued. “Two famous models that were known to have been maimed in a car accident, suddenly reappearing as conjoined twins and with new legs to boot. Hello! Earth to Sandra! Anybody home?”

Sandra fell silent as Octavia invited them out of the car. She felt her stomach sag with fear but was grateful that Jenny and Marge emerged first. Even so the gasps and commotions soon started to erupt as passers by quickly recognised the modelling pair. After a deep breath, Sandra and Liz emerged from the car and made the few short steps to Jean and Rosemary’s chambers in record time. Elizabeth knew the way because she had visited Jean’s chambers many times during her bitter litigious experiences after her parent’s unfortunate accident. Gasping on the steps, Sandra and Liz turned in amazement to watch Jenny and Marge actually posing for pictures in the courtyard

“Would you just look at that! They think they’re at a bloody photo shoot!” Sandra gasped.

Elizabeth and Sandra stood shocked half way up the stairs until Jenny and Marge joined them. On the landing, Jean directed everybody to a large office and the crowd settled around a huge table set out with files and stationery.
It was agreed that Jenny and Marge should undergo the first medical examination and they went into an anteroom that was fitted out for just such functions. After stripping thousands of time in front of other models on the catwalk, it was but a small step up onto the examination table. All the doctor’s eyes widened with professional curiosity at the figure before them and it was several seconds before order descended. After an hour of intense tests X rays and multiple scans, a conclusion was reached. There was no doubt that the models had somehow become conjoined and medical science was at a complete loss to explain how.

Furthermore, neither ‘individual’ would survive a separation so that was out of the question, the couple seemed to be content with their newfound situation and a legal consensus was agreed. The pair might as well remain conjoined. It at this stage that Jenny and Marge finally found their own voices again and admonished some of the doctors for ever having considered separation. The situation was further exacerbated by the pair’s previous fame as internationally known models before their accident. There was no way to explain the conjoinment except magic. Any death caused by elective surgery against their express joint wills would have raised a storm of protest. The doctors elected to ‘let sleeping dogs lie. The girls had now got a fully functioning mobile body with legs that enabled them to do all the things a normal person could do. It would be an unnecessary mutilation to try and separate them and thus ‘disable’ them by forcing each partner to try and walk with only one leg. They were better off conjoined for their mobility remained ‘normal’. Then it was Sandra and Elizabeth’s turn and they initially had a much harder time of it.

If anything, their conjoinment caused even further consternation, for in addition to all the ‘ordinary’ conjoinment questions, there was the licentious sexual duality dimension. The oncologists were every bit as confused as all their colleagues and just as stumped for any explanations. Needless to say, Sandra was forced to reveal her transvestite past and it proved very painful. Several times she broke down in tears as cruel, invasive questions were asked without any seeming compassion. There was also the additional scenario that most of the specialists felt that they could be safely separated for they only shared a rectum and a few basic functions. It took over half an hour of adamant refusal and argument by Elizabeth to convince them she was happier as a conjoined partner.

She now had all the advantages of a ‘normal’ set of arms and legs and she was not prepared to give them up.
For Sandra, the going was much harder. Her wish to remain conjoined to Elizabeth was deemed by some of the psychiatrists to be an extension of her transgendered sexual dysphoria. The idea that a man could have a woman somehow attached to him for purely sexual purposes was argued to be inhumane for the female ‘victim’ and that the woman was not entirely in her right mind to want to be constantly ‘pestered’ by a constantly nagging penis. At one stage, Sandra collapsed into hysterics until Jean and Rosemary finally stopped the inquisition.

“Come now gentlemen. You can see that both individuals are compos mentis and determined to remain conjoined. You may argue any supposedly moral or biblical questions until you’re blue in the face but both patients have clearly stated their wish to remain conjoined.”

“Patients!” Screeched Elizabeth angrily. “Patients!! Who bloody decided that we were bloody patients? Neither of us is ill!!!”

This outburst settled the arguments. Elizabeth’s forthright manner and forceful personality demonstrated that she would be a match for any lawyer or doctor in the court. A final agreement was reached, both couples could agree if they wished to any safe battery of tests but separation was utterly out of the question. On this basis, the meeting broke up and they all retired to another room for a buffet tea. Many more medical questions were answered and appointments arranged for medical tests, but the separation issue was dead and buried. There now remained the crowd of reporters in the courtyard.
Sandra was staring nervously down from the Chambers windows as the crowd kept growing and more television cameras kept appearing.

“I don’t think I can face that lot,” she whispered to Elizabeth.

“Let’s speak to Jean and Rosemary. There might be a back door.”

Even Jenny and Marge realised that things were getting out of hand. A properly organised media exposure would have to be organised for a later date.

A quick tactics talk followed and they decided to wait until dark when they could slip away through an inconspicuous boiler room door then up some back steps that would lead them towards the River Thames. Jean’s chamber’s manager casually departed and drove Octavia’s car to a suitable rendezvous near the Thames embankment. When they made their escape, Octavia’s car would be waiting. The strategy worked and both couples heaved a sigh of relief. The tactic had been easy, for the Inns of Court were not a particularly well-known place and comprised a warren of old buildings. The media crowd were still waiting in the forecourt outside Jean’s chambers even as Octavia’s car sped out of town.

“Are we going back to the care home?” Asked Sandra.

“Yes.” replied Octavia, “there don’t seem to have been any leaks and it will give us time to prepare a proper public statement.”

“It’s not going to work,” observed Jenny, “how will the magical conjoinment be explained?”

“Does it have to be explained? UFO’s haven’t yet been explained. Just let it be. If the doctors can’t explain it then why should we have to?” Countered Elizabeth.

“You can try, but it’s not going to work. Every crank and alternative lifestyle weirdo, is going to try and get a piece of this action,” Jenny cautioned.

“If they do, we’ll seek a court injunction to protect our privacy,” added Octavia.

“So what about sexual perverts. God knows they’ll be springing out of the woodwork every time we go out.”

“Oh don’t be so pessimistic Jenny. Anyway, who knows, if he’s rich enough and handsome enough -.” Chuckled Marge.

“Who would he marry, you or me?”

“With this body; that’s what the vows say, with this body I do worship. I can still only see one body.”

“Yeah, tell that to the priest!” finished Jenny, “ugh the very thought. And of course, it’s only ‘this body’ that he’ll be interested in. The idea of having two girls in bed is every bloody man’s dream. Then only having to operate like the normal selfish lazy buggers they are, such a man would be in his selfish element.”

“Not all boys are selfish Jenny,” protested Elizabeth, “my Sandra’s the very acme of kindness and generosity.”

“Your Sandra?” Queried Marge. “Do you agree with that darling?” She asked Sandra.

“We share everything,” Sandra observed, “what’s hers is mine and what’s mine is hers. If I’m hers then she is every bit as much mine.”

“Yeah well you two are dead lucky. You’re just made for each other.” Smiled Jenny.

“Anyway, we’ve already got a lovely boyfriend haven’t we Jen,” observed Marge.

Elizabeth and Sandra smiled for they both knew Marge was talking about Charlie, their shared cock. Sandra felt Elizabeth twitch and squeeze Charlie gently as they both luxuriated in their delightful conjoinment. Jenny and Marge recognised their silence and exchanged smiles of anticipation ready for when they got home.

The conversation died as each one contemplated their futures. As the car approached the home Octavia asked which destination.

“My house or the care home?”

“Your house,” chorused the four.

Octavia took the necessary turning and everybody was grateful that there were no pressmen at the gates to Octavia’s drive. Obviously, the press had not yet learned where Jenny and Marge had been living since their accident, but it was only a matter of time. For tonight at least, the group could expect some privacy.

They took tea on the back lawn, which was well hidden from prying eyes behind a high garden wall. Then they retired to the sitting room where Sandra took more measurements of each couple. As Octavia, jenny and Marge chatted, Sandra disappeared with Elizabeth and returned just before bedtime with a surprise. When Jenny and Marge held up the three-cupped body shaper they grinned and quickly tried it on.

“I just don’t know how you do it,” declared Jenny, “I mean -, it just fit’s so perfectly. You’re a genius with a needle and a sowing machine, you’d make a fortune in the fashion industry.”

“Well it was a little tricky.” Sandra confessed with a telling smile. “The biggest problem was forming an equalised piece of underwiring for your shared middle breast. Bra cup forms and underwired curves usually come pre-formed, one each for left and right. I brought the preformed, under-wired curves when we went shopping the other day and I anticipated something like this. I had to heat and deform an underwire to make it an equal curve but that melted the plastic, laundry proof coating of the wire. If you look, I’ve made a tiny opening to remove the middle under-wire when you wash the garment. It’ll go rusty when the garment is drying if you leave it in so you’ll have to take it out before washing. But this is just a one off. The other teddies and body shapers will be ‘proper jobs’ with properly protected underwires.

Marge and Jenny fingered the perfectly fitting cups as they posed then pranced in front of a large mirror.

“Gosh this is absolutely fantastic. It just feels so comfortable and yet it looks so sexy.” Observed Marge.

“And look! There’s loops for suspenders,” Jenny giggled, “trust you, you sexy thing!”

Sandra smiled enigmatically and Elizabeth smirked knowingly as she observed.

“Well Sandra would naturally put those on wouldn't she? She’s put them on our body shapers as well.”

“I like stocking and suspenders,” declared Sandra boldly, “all trannies do.”

“ You’re a proper little fashion engineer aren’t you darling? These are proper professionally made jobs. Where did you learn all this?” Asked Octavia.

“I’ve always liked making my own clothes,” Sandra confessed, “and anyway I’ve always had special needs because of Charlie. I’m well known down at the haberdashers on The Aldegate.”

“Well I’ll not go there,” giggled Octavia, “but these are really good. Marge is right; you could be a professional corsetiere!

Now, shall we have some cocoa before bed?”

Sandra automatically rose to make it but Octavia stopped her.

“No. You’re my guests this is my treat. You’re no longer the skivvy and you’ve worked hard enough making that wonderful body-
shaper for Marge and Jenny.”

Sandra settled onto the settee and Elizabeth grinned.

“What’s it like to be amongst equals darling?”

“Nice,” replied Sandra as she threw herself back and stretched luxuriously along the settee causing their skirt to ride up unexpectedly.

“Hey you’re showing everything I’ve got!” Cried Elizabeth as she tugged at the hem.

“Well don’t worry, darling,” giggled Jenny, ”there are no secrets here; after all, we’re prancing around in our underwear.”

Elizabeth grinned as she adjusted the hem. Then she reflected thoughtfully that a few days earlier she would never have been in a position to object to any accidental exposure or, more importantly, do something about it. Always she had been little more than ‘a piece of meat’ forced to let any carer do as they saw fit.

‘Gosh how things had improved,’ she thought. ‘Now she could dress herself and participate in any sexual activity as an equal with fingers, hands, arms and legs to share sensations.’

Her fingers lingered briefly at her hem as she contemplated how far she had come then her eyes fell greedily onto Marge and Jenny’s delightful body. The three-cupped body shaper served only to enhance their attractions and Elizabeth licked her lips in anticipation of the night. Her feelings translated to her cunny and she felt Sandra twitch responsively. The sensation was electric, because they shared their sexual urges and sensations. It made them virtually telepathic when it came to understanding their urges and needs. Sandra’s hand dropped casually to Elizabeth’s newly acquired waist and gently squeezed affectionately as their shared cock twitched inquisitively at the dampening lips of their shared cunny.

“Shall we go and put some stockings on?” Suggested Marge.

“That would be really nice,” agreed Sandra eagerly.

“I’ve never worn stockings before either,” observed Elizabeth, “perhaps we can as well.”

She knew she had scored a bull’s-eye with Sandra’s feelings when she felt Charlie stiffen inquisitively and burrow his way into his favourite place. Elizabeth only had to gently lean forward and ‘hump’ gently to find Charlie buried deep inside her. Jenny and Marge smiled knowingly, for they had not missed the surreptitious interplay between their friends. Both couples retreated to their bedroom and emerged with silky clad legs as Octavia was retuning with the cocoa and biscuits.

Elizabeth particularly felt sexy as she felt the elasticated suspenders gently stretching over her newly acquired butt cheeks and tugging the stockings up under her gluteus folds.

“Mmm, this is kinky.” Elizabeth sighed as she settled on the settee and swished her calves provocatively as the glossy stockings ‘hissed’ their evocative invitation.

Her observations were confirmed by Charlie’s rock-hard response and another affectionate squeeze from Sandra.

“Don’t waste that,” begged Octavia, who had noticed the tension between Sandra and Liz. “I might want to try some of that tonight.”

“I thought you only played with girls,” observed Marge.

“I don’t see anybody who looks much like a man,” argued Octavia defensively.

“Ah well; horses for courses,” sighed Sandra.

“So long as it’s gentle and your careful, that’s all I’m worried about,” pleaded Octavia, “And provided you don’t exhaust yourselves.”

“Oh don’t worry yourself,” countered Jenny, “there’s plenty for all.”

They drunk their cocoa in silence but the atmosphere was charged. Eventually, Elizabeth sensed Sandra relinquish control of their limbs so she took it as a signal to head for bed. Jenny and Marge proved to be tactless in their haste to follow as covetous eyes followed Sandra and Elizabeth’s suspender framed butt cheeks. They slid eagerly onto the bed as silk clad legs entwined evocatively and glossy nylons hissed as they slithered together. The sensations were another first for Elizabeth and she felt her pussy growing damp with anticipation. Sandra felt her shared parts responding in like form and the mood was set for a night of unabridged licentiousness.

Octavia at first felt to be the outsider and she hung back slightly as Jenny and Marge eagerly mounted Sandra and Elizabeth. Surprisingly, Octavia had never had a lover and despite her lesbian leanings, she had no experience. In fact, such was the limitation of her loving that she found herself being nothing short of downright curious. She had only seen one erect penis before and never on a soft rounded female form. The contrast of Elizabeth and Sandra’s deliciously curvy form with both a cunny and a fully functioning penis gently probing for Marge and Jenny’s girly centre sent Octavia’s imagination into overdrive. As Jenny and Marge spread their thighs and gently centred their glistening honey pot onto what appeared to be Elizabeth’s penis, Octavia felt herself become damp with anticipation. This unexpected reaction puzzled Octavia and she nervously fingered herself to convince herself that she really was becoming horny. Her fingers confirmed her glistening wetness and she sighed as she ‘tested’ her button’ Finally, Octavia lay beside the couples and caught Jenny’s eye just as she and Marge were about to envelope the beautiful erect organ with their greedy love lips.

“Doesn’t it hurt at all?” Whispered Octavia; for her only experience of heterosexual sex had been that long ago but never forgotten schoolgirl experiment with the high school football captain. It had degenerated into a brutal rape as Octavia had lost her nerve but the boy was too angry and frustrated to stop. Ever since that ghastly, excruciating experience, Octavia had been afraid of sex, afraid of her body and afraid of ever surrendering control to anything so elemental as raw primordial lust. Her eyes conveyed the fear and doubt as Jenny reassured her.

“Not if the girl has control and if she’s ready,” smiled Jenny softly as she realised just how inexperienced and nervous, Octavia was.

‘For all her strong-willed and forceful ‘businesswoman’ ways’ thought Jenny, ‘Octavia was still a novice; a virtual virgin in the bedroom.’

Realising Octavia’s problems, Jenny and Marge hesitated and hung poised over Sandra and Elizabeth’s velvety erection as Jenny gently took Octavia’s hand.

“Don’t be frightened. Feel him. He won’t bite you.”

Octavia allowed her hand to be guided to Sandra and Liz’s delightful rod and she nervously fingered the velvety tip as it nudged at the portals of Jenny and Marge’s pleasure.

“Oh ha! That tickles! Careful now, Charlie’s sensitive,” giggled Elizabeth as she twitched eagerly and jerked from the unexpected tickling sensation.

Elizabeth’s jerk sent Charlie just past the slippery portals and both models gave a little gasp of pleasure. Octavia was still curious but she felt their love juices on her fingers and realised that Charlie had slipped in ever so slightly further inside with little or no resistance. She wrapped her fingers around Charlie to prevent him going further and Jenny protested. Marge gave a soft grunt as she felt Octavia’s knuckles fetch up against their clitoris and she wiggled frustratedly.

“Hey. Just because we let you have an anatomy lesson doesn’t give you the right to interfere. Now let him go. We two are horny.”

“Mmm. Sorry,” apologised Octavia as she slipped her fingers down to Charlie’s root. The two models eagerly enveloped nearly all of Sandra and Liz’s delightful shaft until they felt Octavia’s fingers interrupting their efforts to grind their clitty against Sandra and Liz’s clitty. Instead, Octavia’s fingers located the stiff little bud and she busied her fingers as the models started to respond.

“Hey what about us?” Demanded Elizabeth.

“What?” Asked Octavia.

“We’ve got a clitty too you know. It’s not all just cock!”

Octavia took a double take and adjusted her fingers to probe Charlie’s root. Where Charlie had erected to ‘bypass’ Elizabeth’s vagina, Octavia discovered Elizabeth’s stiff engorged bud pressed hard against the ridged back of ‘Charlie’

“Ooh my God! Yes! You’ve got -, you’ve got a clitty as well! I didn’t think. I never realised.”

“Well if it’s all the same to you, we like to feel the same pleasures as well, so get busy with those fingers.” Sandra demanded.

Octavia flattened her hand and allowed Jenny and Marge to descend down the cock until both clitties met then she gently rolled both stiff little nubbins between her forefinger and thumb. This evinced delighted squeals from all four lovers and Octavia smiled to herself. It seemed as if she had some sort of control again. The action became urgent as both couples exploded in a frenzied release of frustration. Octavia was surprised and a little frightened, she hadn’t realised that girls could be so violent in their lovemaking.

The violence reminded her of her one and only experience with men and she shuddered nervously as she whispered.

“Is it always like that?”

Sandra answered because her ear was nearest Octavia’s head on the pillow.

“No. We just enjoyed a boy orgasm. We’ll go on to a girly one now. That’s much longer and sweeter.”

Octavia’s brow furrowed.

“What you mean like the -, well like what?” Wondered Octavia aloud.

“The nice glowing thing.” Declared Marge. “The long slow wave thing that grows from your very core and sweeps in long slow pulses through your whole being. M-mmm!”

“The very same,” added Elizabeth. “We two are girls as well as boys you see, we get to feel both.”

“But what about you two?” Octavia asked Jenny and Marge.

“We were just so-oo horny. It just sort of exploded,” replied Jenny.

Octavia hesitated but the silence alerted Marge and Jenny.

“D’you want a go? Charlie’s still nice and hard.”

After another hesitation, Octavia replied.

“Can I. Promise me you’ll stop if I ask.”

“Don’t ask us,” giggled Marge, “ask Liz and Sandra. Charlie belongs to them.”

Of course you can but you’d best be quick,” Sandra replied, “the train’s about to leave.”

Jenny and Marge rolled off with little effort and they gently assisted the nervous Octavia to straddle Liz’s tummy.

“Mm, you’re already horny,” giggled Liz as she gently guided Charlie towards Octavia’s glistening centre.

“Just brush me with the velvety tip first.” Begged Octavia nervously.

Elizabeth gently guided Charlie’s velvety tip against Octavia’s clitty and Octavia sagged with urgency.

“Oh that’s nice,” she croaked, “put it in -, ple-ease, gently! Don’t let it hurt!”

“Elizabeth needed little instruction. She knew herself what it felt like to be raped, God knows, she’d suffered herself at the hands of her previous carers. She gently guided Charlie’s tip to the slippery lips of Octavia’s sex then slowly humped her hips. It took a lot of care and delicacy as Octavia twitched and clenched but eventually they each felt Charlie gently probing the outer labia and slowly inveigle his way towards the core of Octavia’s fears. Octavia’s eyes widened with surprise as Charlie slid gently past her inner labia without any ripping or pain. She hesitated as she suspended her cunny over Elizabeth’s tummy and expressed her relief.

“It doesn’t hurt!” She gasped. “It’s OK!”

“That’s cos your horny and wet,” whispered Jenny as she and Marge gently stroked Octavia’s butt cheeks and breasts.

Octavia’s eyes widened with delight as she felt twenty soft knowledgeable fingers gently attending to her other erogenous spots.

“Mmm! That’s jus’ soo-oo nice! Keep doing that while I get ready.”

As Jenny and Marge excited her other parts, Octavia felt herself responding. Her core became wetter and she played cautiously with her clitoris as she fingered the firm but velvety shaft that waited patiently between her love lips. Finally she took courage and pressed slowly downwards to envelope all of Charlie’s delightful length. Her clitty eventually fetched up against Elizabeth and Sandra’s pubis and Octavia squealed with satisfied delight as the union was completed.

“He’s in! It’s not hurting! It’s not sore! Oooh! That feels good!”

She squirmed experimentally and suddenly felt a stiff little nubbin fencing with her own stiff clitty.

“Oh!” She squeaked. “Oh! That’s just so nice. Is that you? Is that your clitty?” She asked Elizabeth.

“You bet!” Croaked a frustrated Elizabeth as she felt the urge to thrust eagerly.

She and Sandra struggled to restrain themselves for they knew that even though Octavia was now thoroughly impaled, she still needed to orchestrate her own pleasures. Octavia was still utterly vulnerable to any abusive force or lack of control. The last thing anybody wanted was another ‘uncontrolled rape’. Elizabeth and Sandra tensed with frustration. They knew they must wait for Octavia to let the floodgates of her own passionate needs break through the lifelong barrier of her inhibitions and fear. This was difficult for Elizabeth for she was still not wholly accustomed to the feverish urges that an erect penis demanded.

Fortunately two factors enabled Liz and Sandra to restrain themselves. Their earlier ‘boy orgasm with Marge and Jenny had satiated some of their eagerness and their impending ‘girly orgasm’ served to induce the essential longevity that was so necessary to Octavia’s complete satisfaction. Also, Sandra was a little more experienced when it came to restraining Charlie. A lifetime of careful ‘penis sequestration’ in her crotch and tight secrecy about her true form had served to help keep control of Charlie’s lustful urges. Even so, Sandra only just managed enough restraint for her and Elizabeth to stay passive until Octavia’s needs finally broke down the painful barriers of torment in her head.

The pair lay still until they felt Octavia’s mood begin to change. Firstly, Octavia started to slowly rock back and forth causing Charlie to slip in and out whilst their two clitties mashed softly together. Next Octavia became bolder and she started twisting and humping in order to co-ordinate her lustful needs with the sensations radiating from her core. Elizabeth and Sandra picked up on the rhythm and started to gently reciprocate Octavia’s actions. Octavia let out a series of high pitched mewling cries that slowly changed to grunts of raw lust as she responded to her partner’s encouragement.

“Yess! More like that! - No a little slower, - there! Yes that’s better, like that! Oooo-oh now slower, longer and slower, just there. Yee-ss! Just there. Ooooh yeee-sss. Here it comes. Now faster. Just there! Just like that. Use your finger as well!”

Jenny and Marge realised that Liz and Sandra’s hands were beyond such accurate instruction.

Such was their tension and frustration that their hands were clenching and thumping on the mattress. Recognising the urgency of Octavia’s demands, the conjoined models gently wrapped a hand each around Octavia bouncing butt and slowly introduced their fingers into the mashing maw where both clitties now pummelled each other like grinding pawls in an oilseed mill.

With fingers now accelerating her approaching climax Octavia let out a long low wail from deep within her throat as the crescendo slowly built. Then she let out a long mournful howl as her body released nearly two decades of pent up fear and frustration. Next, the tectonic waves of her first ever shared orgasm started to slowly pulse through her every fibre. Finally she let out a scream of demented lust and her body surrendered utterly to the furious surge of her climax. For over a minute she humped desperately in synchronisation with the hot waves pulsing through her very being then she collapsed sobbing with relief and frenzied pleasure as the demons were finally exorcised.

For Elizabeth and Sandra the event proved a milestone in their newly shared relationship. Both of them had shared their deepest mutual feelings with the sobbing Octavia. Somehow the very fibre of their beings had melded together in unison until Octavia had finally slumped exhausted onto Elizabeth’s body. For Brief instant Elizabeth had panicked as she anticipated suffocation but the ever aware Sandra had somehow managed to deftly slide sideways and the trio settled on their sides, face to face with Charlie still firmly tying them together. Gently, Jenny and Marge slid behind Octavia and arranged the pillows so that all five were comfortable as a contented silence descended and they soon fell asleep.

Morning found Octavia still ‘tied’ to Sandra and Elizabeth by an erect Charlie. She grunted softly as she woke and then she twitched experimentally. For a brief second it felt as if she was somehow permanently tied to the conjoined pair and she let out a nervous squeak. Her cry wakened Sandra and Liz and they squinted sleepily.

“What’s wrong?” Asked Elizabeth.

Even as Elizabeth spoke, Octavia felt Charlie slip from her sex with a soft slippery ‘plop’.

“Oh -, Oooh! Ahh! That’s better,” she croaked nervously, “for a moment I thought we had somehow become conjoined.”

“That’s unlikely,” giggled Elizabeth forgetfully, “you haven’t visited the wizard.”

As she finished the sentence, Elizabeth felt Sandra poke her ribs painfully and she realised she had made a blunder.

“What wizard?” Asked Octavia.

“Oh, I -, it’s nothing,” spluttered Elizabeth as she tried to cover her tracks.

“Oh no it’s not!” Demanded Octavia. “What wizard!”

“Nothing!” Snorted Elizabeth irritably. There’s nothing to tell.”

“Oh yes there is. What’s this about a wizard?”

“Nothing!” Argued Elizabeth as she tried desperately to find an exit. “Just forget I ever mentioned it!”

“No!” Countered Octavia as her curiosity grew. “You definitely said ‘because I hadn’t visited the wizard’. What wizard?”

Sandra was becoming angry at the argument. She was mainly angry with Elizabeth for letting slip about the wizard but she felt the whole thing needed settling quickly. From her recollections, the Wizard and his ‘Spells‘r’us’ shop only appeared if and when the wizard felt like it. Sandra felt that the wizard was well able to protect his own secrets and magic. She decided to explain. Even if Octavia went hunting for a hundred years, the little shop on the Cripplegate would only appear if the Wizard felt like it. She gave Elizabeth a gentle squeeze to reassure her then intervened to stop Octavia’s inquisition. Patiently she explained about the magic necklaces and finally, Octavia was compelled to believe her.

“If I hadn’t seen you joined together overnight, I would never have believed it!”

“Well, believe us. It’s all absolutely true. Look at us,” added Jenny and Marge.

With these revelations, completed, the group showered and dressed. This was the day that the conjoined twins had to introduce themselves to the rest of the staff and residents at the care home