I’m Anna, a conjoined twin with my sister Anna, but her name is mine spelt backwards. We’re emotionally very close, not all conjoined twins are you know. It comes as a surprise to many, but we know some who don’t even like each other which makes their lives difficult. We’re so close we like to sleep nestled up against each other like a pair of stacking cups. We don’t like the phrase spooning because it seems somehow demeaning, belittling. We’re a pair of very girly girls and enjoy lace and soft fabrics smooth to the touch of soft skin, but a lot of girls are like that. We are very much into lingerie, the skimpier and frillier the better though we do envy what other girls, separates I mean, can have.

Despite our closeness, Anna and I have been looking for bosom buddies for a while now, because though our interests are the same and we are conjoined we are subtly different, and we’d like a close friend each like other girls have. However, friends are not easily acquired by any, least of all those like us, but we live in hope. Unlike many we aren’t too mobile, and we aren’t too strong either which is why we need assistance to help us sit up properly and face forward. Without the help of the thankfully unnoticeable slender metal wiring one of us would fall over taking the other with her. Still we’re cheerful and live in hope that one day we’ll find friends who choose to like us. We’d love to be able to give friends the intellectual support others do at school and at college, but we’re not clever enough though we know we can provide emotional and psychological support because it’s what we do best. Anna says it’s almost as if it were what we were designed to do, but she’s a bit of a mystic if you ask me.

It was a bit of a surprise to us when we met seventeen year old Josephine. We all became close and fond of each other very quickly. Her lack of figure puzzled us to start with, we are both a rather attractive thirty-four full A cup which is enough thank you very much. However Josephine was a very flat chested thirty-four AAA, if that, which for a girl of her age made her self conscious. We felt sorry for her to begin with, but that was before we realised she was trans and the forms she used were purely temporary till she became her real self. Once her medications kicked in it really was quite remarkable how quickly she blossomed. We were a little concerned that she would out grow us as she became a woman and cast us off seeking more grown up friends of her own size and maturity, for we knew we were already at our full size and not going to grow, or get any cleverer. Which if you think about it was an entirely natural, if jealous, reaction on our part.

When Josephine reached her full growth we were pleased that she was the same size as us: a generous thirty-four A, for what should be entirely obvious reasons. A little distressing to Josephine was her newly acquired larger nipples’ tendency to become visibly prominent at the slightest provocation, but that was where we came in and solved all her problems with no effort at all on our part. Our entire aim in life is to depress the emergence of our nipples under any and every condition. Cold, excitement, even arousal, if we can’t keep our nipples firmly under control and out of sight we’d be seen as a total failure by our peers. It’s our entire purpose in life, our raison d’être, like that of every other tee shirt brassière.

Love Anna and Anna sends her love too.

Now I know you’ve all heard of our friend Jessica and her bosom buddies Anna and Anna, probably because Anna and her sister are a pair of exhibitionists. Most tee shirt brassières are. Oh sure they go on and on about their mission in life, you know about how their entire aim in life is to depress the emergence of their nipples under any and every condition especially cold, excitement and arousal. And all that nonsense about how if they failed to keep their nipples firmly under control and out of sight they’d be seen as a total failure by their peers. And to cap it all they go on and on about their raison d’être and their mission in life. You’d think they were missionaries converting the braless in some third world country where brassières would do nothing but give very unpleasant salt burns and chafe horribly.

Well let me wise you up. I’ve had extended conversations with all the other lingerie in our drawers and other than a couple of left over padded training brassières, who let’s be honest are very impressionable young girls, the rest of us honestly couldn’t give a dozen pink sewn on roses and a pastel pink bow about the whole nipple issue. Those of us in the support business, and our friend Samantha needs a lot of support from us because she’s a E cup, regard that as a matter of considerably more substance, if you’ll forgive the phrase, than nipple suppression. Girls have nipples, I know boys do too but most of them have no requirement for our kind of friendship, and that’s not to say girls should thrust their nipples in everyone’s face like some off the wall militant lactivist, but a hint of femininity from time to time is not unnatural. If it offends you, then don’t look. As for tee shirt brassières, nipples or no nipples, they’d be really miffed if they weren’t noticed, so they’re no different from the rest of us, and methinks the lady doth protest too much.

Now we are part of a close family, a lingerie set some would call us. We’re expensive and just because were originally from Victoria’s place we occasionally get accused of elitism and snobbery. We think it’s just some of the others are a bit jealous of the way we can effortlessly, by which I mean without any strain on Samantha’s back, provide lift and separation. A rather impressive cleavage if I do but say it myself. We’re all pretty in a pastel pinks with flowers kind of a way and Knickers and Suspenders, our sisters, are really rather fetching and excessively racy. Knickers insists on being called Knickers though really she is barely more than four or five square inches of frilly trimmed fabric with a bow at the front of a thong. When she starts on about sex appeal we all call her Thong just to annoy her. Suspenders is sort of a halfway house between us and Knickers in substance, but six attachment points in stainless steel for stockings make her a bit provocative really, but unlike Knickers she doesn’t use it to try to put one over on us.

Samantha was initially very put out when she discovered that my sibling and I, we were initially named Kiss and Tell, were a pair of conjoined boys. She was planning on taking us back for replacements. Knickers and Suspenders were upset for days. It took quite a bit of effort on our part to let us get anywhere near her adorable girls. We argued how much they needed us, but it was to no avail. She said there was no way a pair of boys were going to be intimate with her girls for hours and hours every day when she’d be too busy to chaperone us. No way! We argued how much like Eva Herzigova’s world famous girls hers would look with our support. You know, Eva Herzigova the model of the Hello Boys ads for Wonderbra fame, but nothing doing. However, it just goes to shew we’re not very clever because we’d forgotten to tell her the most important thing. How a pair of conjoined boys ended up as a pair of E cups on a lift and separate brassière rather than being forcibly separated and used on two of those terrible things sportsmen wear. Obviously we were big enough and strong enough to comfortably lift the girls, but we were snuggled up around them and providing the lift they were desperate for within seconds of her realising we been calling ourselves Elle and Elle for ages because you see we’re trans Wonderbros.

Hannah and Hannah – The Bigger Girls

Well as I’m sure you’ve gathered already being named Hannah and Hannah we’re a pair of very big girls indeed. Unfortunately when you’re as big as we are being plain is kind of an occupational hazard. Why they think our like doesn’t enjoy lace and pretty colours we can’t imagine. However we got lucky. As you’d expect the Annas disapprove of us for our lack of inhibitions, but we get on just fine with the Elles. We believe if you’ve got it flaunt it. We’ve got it, and we flaunt it. Sophie our friend, who we’ve been very close to since she got into blossoming in a big way, says we’re her favourites. She thinks we’re very pretty which is nice and she appreciates our support. Even our rather wide appearance from behind, a sure sign of girls, even if you can’t see them from the front, or even better en silhouette, she thinks enhances her self esteem. As for her twins, what a deliciously frivolous pair of feminine shew offs they are. Unfortunately we have to maintain a firm hold on them, or their behaviour would take them all over the place, and who knows what that would lead to, being taken advantage of for sure. They’re big girls too, but kind of laid back to the point they could be considered so relaxed they’re a little lazy or even sleepy. They need looking after to ensure they stay assertive and wide awake enough to maintain a perky attitude and present at their best. We mostly take care of that by allowing their lilly white selves enough freedom to view the world from the unseen security of the sanctums we provide whilst allowing the entirety of the public faces of their rosy glowing selves complete access to the world outside. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, which is why the Annas disapprove, the excitement usually proves to be far too much for them, though Sophie doesn’t seem to mind, especially when she’s keeping company with Peter. Peter’s a nice boy and we like him. It’s not his fault he was born endowed with an unfortunately small pair of hands. However, as I said we got lucky, with pretty lacy trim, a lovely bow to enforce the dividing line between our conjoined state, and overall some delicious shades of coral. Not exactly pink you understand, there’re just enough shades of orange in there to make us truly distinctive and obviously of superior lineage. Oh and I almost forgot to mention it’s our rather large peekaboo nature that the girls so enjoy. They can’t help themselves, they’re natural exhibitionists and peepers though they’d never be so ill mannered as to poke their noses into anything other than their own business. Like I said we’re the Hannahs and with names like that naturally we’re in charge of a pair of H cups. H cups with rather large peepholes which you could say makes us provocatively sexy, well, we are after all big girls. However, Sophie, my sister and I and the twins are happy with each other’s company.

Lest you think too badly of us, perhaps we should add our friends Lil and Lil, who are very close to Sophie’s mum, take provocatively sexy completely to the next level. We meet up with them regularly for a chat in the laundry room and they told us a long time ago that they came from a custom made lingerie establishment. It would be over generous to describe them as possessing quarter cups, which makes them a sight to behold when they’re at work supporting girls far too voluptuous for any hands to fully embrace, but they’re happy too, and despite his limitations in the hands department we’re told so is Sophie’s dad.

Love Hannah and Hannah two