So the next morning she woke up early and headed down to the local college. She knew where she could find him, assuming he wasn’t skipping class (which wouldn’t have surprised her): in Economics 301. She’d never taken an economics class, but she knew which building they were found in. It was 8:00 AM when she arrived.
Students were buzzing in the hallways. Almost everyone had an extra-large Starbucks cup in their hand. It was hard to read the labels on the doors as students funnelled into classrooms. Quinn stayed near the wall, with a ball cap on her head and a pair of big sunglasses over her eyes, just in case she bumped into Jeremy. She just wanted to see him—she didn’t want their paths to cross. She still wasn’t convinced that the universe wouldn’t collapse if their paths crossed.
She carefully scanned the busy hallways for Jeremy as she waited for the business to die down. She couldn’t spot him, but she wasn’t completely sure what she was looking for. Would he be a guy or would he be a girl? According to some of Quinn’s friends, he’d been quite the natural female at Finn’s, so it was possible that he often dressed up like a girl. But Quinn didn’t see any male or female versions of herself in those hallways. It was 8:15 AM when the halls were finally quiet—just a few stragglers rushing towards their classrooms.
Quinn finally found the door labelled Economics 301. She reached for the handle of the door but she was afraid of going in now that the lecture had already started. What if everyone turned and looked at her when she walked in? What if Jeremy saw her before she saw Jeremy? Would it matter? She wasn’t entirely sure what she was afraid of, but she knew for certain that she was afraid.
So she pressed her face carefully up to the small door window and looked into the classroom. It was a large lecture hall, seating close to two hundred students. She looked for a while, brushing back a strand of her brunette hair, but she couldn’t spot Jeremy. But she knew she couldn’t just walk in and walk up and down the isles looking. She needed a better plan—but what could she do?
She suddenly felt a chill crawl down her spine. Maybe she didn’t want to see Jeremy. She’d gone so many years without seeing him—maybe it was best that they continue to avoid one another. She could always find another club to hang out at. There were a few different ones in town that she’d been meaning to try out. She could tell all of her friends that she had an imposter, and then she could just move on. Hell, maybe she could even move towns and get away from Jeremy completely.
She turned around to leave and bumped into a man. She jumped and nearly fell onto her ass, but the man caught her and held her still. “Sorry,” he said. She looked into his eyes and her heart stopped beating momentarily. She was staring into her own eyes. She had bumped into Jeremy.
CHAPTER IX
He recognized her immediately: he was staring at Quinn, and she must have been there to see Jeremy. Why else would she be there?
His tongue felt strangely numb and his hands were trembling. He’d heard about her for so many years and now he was staring at her—and everything he’d heard was true: she really did look exactly like him. The resemblance was uncanny—they were even more similar than identical twins, which seemed impossible.
They both remained silent. Jeremy tried to think of something to say, but he couldn’t muster up any words. Surely Quinn had heard about his carefree night at Finn’s, and maybe she was here to confront him about it. Jeremy felt his face turning red. If she talked to her friends, then she surely knew that Jeremy had dressed up, and she maybe knew that he’d made out with a couple of guys and fooled around in a bathroom stall with one of them.
“So you’re Jeremy,” she said. Even her voice was bone chilling: sounding just like the girly voice he recorded on his phone before heading out to the club.
“And you’re Quinn,” Jeremy said. He looked down at her, but only for a second. It was nice to see her dolled up, to see that she really looked convincing and even kind of sexy. It was a nice reassurance that Jeremy looked good when he went out to Finn’s—because he was fairly certain that he looked just like her. Though her outfit was much cuter than what he came up with. She was wearing a little black pencil skirt and a blouse with frills around the shoulders. The choker around her throat was just like the one he wore, but her heels were way cuter. He found himself looking down at those heels now, wondering where she got them.
“I’m supposed to be at work,” Quinn said. “But I—uh—wanted to come by and see you.”
Jeremy bit his bottom lip and looked away. It was hard looking her in the eye—like looking into a mirror, except your reflection is judging you. “I guess you, uh, heard about the other night.”
“I heard some things, yeah,” Quinn said.
There was a long, awkward silence. Jeremy knew that Quinn heard about the guy in the bathroom. “I guess you’re here to hear an apology then,” Jeremy said without looking at Quinn. The whole moment felt surreal, as if he was dreaming. And he wasn’t positive that he wasn’t dreaming, though he couldn’t wake himself up no matter how hard he tried.
“I don’t know,” Quinn said. “But we should maybe figure out some ground rules or something.”
“Sure. That sounds fair. I was just… curious to see what you did. I didn’t mean to step on any toes,” Jeremy said.
“It’s fine. Sort of. But now people think that I’m a little slut—excuse my language. If you think that’s what I do, then you’re unfortunately mistaken. By the way, you have a bit of mascara still on the side of your eye.” She reached out and wiped the edge of Jeremy’s eye, making his heart skip a beat. Her hand was strangely feminine, but strangely just like his own at the same time. Everything about her seemed so feminine, but that meant that he was also feminine.
“Thanks,” Jeremy said. He could feel that his face was a shade of dark red. Quinn knew about his sexual escapades. She probably knew more than he knew, seeing as he’d been too drunk to remember everything clearly. Maybe he’d hooked up with another guy during the height of his drunkenness, and he just couldn’t remember. Maybe he did something embarrassing in front of all of Quinn’s friends.
“I don’t mind if you go to Finn’s, but you need to figure out a way to be yourself—not me.”
Jeremy nodded his head. The lump in his throat prevented him from responding. Instead he just mumbled and forced a smile. He wanted to say that he had no plans of going back, but he’d had so much fun—he really wanted to go back and do it again, even though his sensibilities were begging him not to. It wasn’t too late for him to forget about the makeup and the wigs and the girly clothes. It wasn’t too late to embrace his masculinity and ditch his newfound cross-dressing hobby.
“But I know it’s inevitable that people will think that you’re me. So you need to figure yourself out a bit more. I saw a picture of you—a friend sent it to me this morning. You don’t look bad, but girl—what are you doing with your eyeliner? And those heels were not made to go with that dress. If you really want to go back to Finn’s, or anywhere dressed as a chick, then you need to let me take you shopping.”
Jeremy nodded again, his embarrassment weighing in his gut. But he felt strangely excited at the idea of going on a shopping spree with Quinn. He wanted some tips. She was a makeup goddess. Even now, her makeup was perfect and awe-inspiring. Even her hair was tied up in an impressive loose braided bun, which Jeremy wished he could do. He could learn a lot from Quinn. But accepting her invite meant embracing his femininity and ditching his masculinity. He still wasn’t sure he wanted to go down that path. No, he knew he didn’t want to go down that path, but his weak will was pushing him away from his sensibilities.
“Do you have any other classes after this?” Quinn asked.
Jeremy shook his head, still unable to respond properly.
“Good. Then I’ll meet you here when you’re done and we’ll go to the mall. We’ll get you a proper outfit and some decent makeup. You’ve got money right? I can always lend you a bit. But I mean it—if you’re going to go out looking like me, y
ou’d better look good.” She stared into his eyes. She had pretty eyes, which weren’t quite the same as Jeremy’s—the one indication that they weren’t cloned at the same factory. They were the same shape, but Quinn’s eyes had a hint of green and a hint of blue, whereas Jeremy’s eyes were simply a light brown colour. “Well? Go to your class. Don’t just stand there.” She gave him a little shove, so he turned around and went to class. It was an hour-long lecture, which he didn’t hear much of. His mind was racing with excitement and anxiety—a feeling he was becoming far too familiar with. He found himself watching the clock more than his professor. He was the first one up when the second hand reached the twelve o’clock position.
He had planned a little apology speech for Quinn, but as soon as he saw her, he was speechless all over again, his tongue numb and his hands trembling. He forced a smile and nodded after she said, “Are you ready to go?” He felt a bit like an obedient dog.
CHAPTER X
Jeremy spent most of the money in his bank account, and then Quinn spotted him a few hundred bucks so that he could spend even more. A lot of that money was spent on makeup supplied—makeup was much more expensive than Jeremy expected. But nothing was cheap—even the many dresses and skirts were more than he was expecting, but he knew it was a worthwhile investment if he was going to continue going out as a girl.
It wasn’t until he was buying his tenth little outfit that he realized he’d made his decision: he was going to surrender to his feminine urges. It seemed like a shame not to surrender to the girly persona. He looked stunning in every little outfit he put on. And with his new wig, he felt sexier than he knew possible. There were girls in the mall looking at him with jealousy burning in their eyes. So how could he pass up such a grand opportunity? Some trans women would have killed for his feminine looks, so why not embrace them?
They were on their way back to Quinn’s car when Jeremy noticed the lingerie store. There was a little lacy one-piece hanging in the front window that especially caught his eye. It was a nude colour and sheer in all the right places. “Do you want to try it on?” Quinn asked.
Jeremy’s cheeks turned red. He didn’t realize he was staring at it so blatantly. He looked at Quinn, who had a big grin on her face. He tried to say no, but he really did want to try it on.
“It will only take a minute. Besides—every girl needs at least one piece of nice lingerie. Especially if you’re going to be sneaking into bathroom stalls with guys.”
Jeremy’s cheeks turned redder. He hated that she’d heard about that. Jeremy had just been experimenting drunkenly with that guy. He wasn’t gay. He didn’t like men. He was still attracted to girls—maybe more than ever, now that he knew how much effort went into looking good. In fact, he found himself stuck in more than one changing room that afternoon, waiting for his erections to pass. Seeing himself all dolled up was strangely arousing, as if he was getting to look at a sexy woman who he could control. It was a silly though, but arousing nonetheless.
Quinn grabbed the nude one-piece and handed it to Jeremy. “Let’s get you into a changing room.” The store was quiet save for the old woman working behind the counter. So the girls had free reign of the whole changing area. Jeremy slipped into the change room at the far back of the store. “Just give me a minute,” he said. He undressed and then found himself staring at the little outfit. It was soft in his hands, and almost weightless. He rubbed it gently against his skin and then he smiled. Was it really so wrong to indulge in this new fantasy? Was he hurting anyone by dressing up like a girl? Maybe he’d been resisting for all the wrong reasons. Maybe this was what he was meant to do.
He started to pull the lingerie over his body. It was tight. He had to fully unzip the zipped in the back just to get into the little number. And once it was on, he couldn’t reach back to do the zipper up. He strained for a moment and then realized he couldn’t do it alone. So he opened the changing room door a tad and poked his head out. Quinn was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, reading something on her phone. She looked cute and peaceful—happy in her own skin. Jeremy was excited to finally feel happy in his own skin—excited to show himself off to the world, once he was ready. “I need a hand,” he said to Quinn.
Quinn put her phone down. “With what?”
“I can’t do the zipper up.” Jeremy looked over and noticed a few people wandering around the lingerie store. So he cowered back into his changing stall. The lingerie he was wearing was mostly see-through, and did nothing to hide his cock. He hid it with his hands as Quinn stepped into the small space. He turned his back to her and she gently grabbed the zipped and tried pulling it up. “It might be a bit too small,” she said. She stepped closer and pulled the zipper harder. “I don’t want to rip it.”
Quinn smelled nice, like roses and a quiet campsite in the morning. She took another step forward and tried to pull the zipper up one last time. Jeremy felt her soft skirt rubbing against the backs of his thighs. And he was pretty sure he could feel something else: the slight bulge of a flaccid piece of Quinn’s body…
Quinn suddenly wasn’t moving. Jeremy looked back and saw that Quinn was looking down, so Jeremy looked down and noticed he’d gotten slightly erect. “I—I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just all the rubbing.”
Quinn let a nervous laugh slip. “It’s just funny. It looks just like mine,” she said. “We really do look similar, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy said. “Though I think you’re a bit prettier.”
“Are you kidding? Look at you. I don’t think I could pull this thing off.”
“I don’t think I’m pulling it off,” Jeremy said, blushing.
“You’re pulling it off,” Quinn said. And now the unrelated twins were looking each other in the eye. And a moment later, their lips were pressed together. Jeremy wasn’t sure what made Quinn want to kiss him. He wasn’t even sure if it was Quinn who kissed him, or the other way around. But he wasn’t too obsessed with trying to figure that out. His mind was suddenly blank, swept away in the moment. Quinn’s lips were soft. He opened his eyes for a moment to see her face, which was beautiful. She opened her eyes a moment later and Jeremy blushed, closing his eyes quickly. Then he heard her giggle.
The kiss ended and they pressed their foreheads together. “I’m sorry,” Jeremy said, his mind still spinning.
“For what?” Quinn asked.
“I don’t know.”
They kissed again. This time Jeremy spun around to face Quinn. He slipped his hands around her waist and she slipped her arms around his torso. It was a minute or two before Jeremy’s hands relocated to her chest. He squeezed and then realized he was squeezing real tits. “These are real?” he said, sounded shocked and dumbfounded.
She laughed. “Of course they are. Two years of hormones. This is what you’ll look like in two years, too.” She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and then pulled it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were small but magnificent. Jeremy held them gently. His trembling hands made the tits jiggle slightly. He bent forward and gently sucked one of her nipples. She moaned. She had a cute moan. “Just two years?” he asked.
“They were almost this big after one year,” she said. “Something to look forward to.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and he sucked again, pulling her nipple out, making it erect. His hand slipped down her torso and pushed down the front of her skirt, onto her bulge. “And are you keeping this?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Good,” he said. “I want to keep mine, too.”
“Good.”
He wrapped his fingers around it and gently began to tug it. It was already semi-erect, and now it was becoming fully erect fast. He reached down further to feel her swelling ball sack. It strangely felt just like his—but that shouldn’t have been a surprise at this point. He reached down and pulled his cock out from his lingerie and held it up to hers. They truly were identical, in shape and size.
They both looked down at their erections, which were pres
sed together. “We really are twins,” Quinn said with a cute giggle.
“I know. I can’t believe it.”
“The question is, who will get off first?” she asked, looking into his eyes. She wrapped her fingers around both cocks and began to stroke. “Whoever comes last has to eat it.” She had a big grin.
“Deal,” Jeremy said, his hands still trembling. His heart was beating quickly. He was completely sober and rubbing cocks with someone he’d only met a couple of hours earlier. But strangely, nothing about it felt wrong. Everything about it felt right and natural and good. He looked down and watched as their tips emerged from their foreskin containers, and then submerged back down as Quinn pulled up. It was a strangely mesmerizing sight. Quinn had a drop of glistening pre-cum on the tip of her cock. Jeremy wanted to bend down and lick it up, but he didn’t want to break away from the warm handjob. So he looked back into Quinn’s eyes.
She really was sexy. Her eyes were stunning and her smile was so adorable. But now, it didn’t seem like he was looking into a mirror. Now, he could see Quinn. He could see the beautiful individual who just happened to look a lot like him—not some sort of self-conscious reflection. They were both just people in a moment of lust, tucked away in a quiet mall changing room.
Quinn trembled. Her lips parted and a little whimper snuck out. She bit down on her bottom lip and then looked down. Jeremy looked down too, just in time to see her erupt. She had her free hand ready to catch the cum. She caught every blast in the palm of her hand. Jeremy didn’t last much longer—maybe five or ten seconds. His cock suddenly tensed and bloated and then erupted. Quinn used the same hand to catch the eruption. She brought that hand up to Jeremy’s mouth and she grinned big. “You lose,” she said.
So Jeremy bent forward and slurped up the cum. It didn’t taste so bad—it was warm and gooey and stuck in his mouth through a couple of swallows. Quinn helped him out by kissing him, open mouth, using her tongue to swab his.
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