Want me? Me? I was so skinny. I didn't have tits. Not like Mom or Becky. I knew my older sister had the hots for Dad, too. Good thing she was too shy ...o ever do anything about it.“I like working on old cars,” he said as he turned onto our street. “You know why?”I shook my head, my short hair caressing my cheeks. “It makes me feel young,” he said. He took his hand off the steering wheel to hit the garage door opener clipped to the sun visor. It opened ahead as he turned into our driveway. “I. We entered the office and a voice cried out, "Is that her?" Huh?" Ms. Christensen replied."The new girl, named – uh – Tyballa or whatever?"Ms. Christensen turned to me. The speaker was a young woman wearing a floral dress. She sat on the other side of a counter behind a desk, and there were many strange apparatuses and devices on the desks and tables. The walls were wood paneled and very flat.I curtsied. "Hello, miss. I'm Tyballa. Pleased to meet you."She blinked three times."Uh – yeah. The. Male and female twins are said to never share one amniotic sac but we did. Usually, one twin will vanish. Vanishing twin Syndrome. Literally, one fetus is absorbed by the other and is a chimera twin. A nearly carnivorous idea. Such appetite as we might have had for the other we saved for an adult thing. I would not take him into my own body until we were nearly adults. I do now and have always believed Brevet and I are one soul. One caul split into two strong winding ropes to feed two babies.. Her hair and makeup are done but she's still in her normal clothes. "You look incredible!" you say.She blushes and smiles. "What until you see me in the dress ... and out of it!" she says with a wink.She then takes you by the hand and leads you back to the dressing room. "Come here Jerry, I have something strange to show you."You walk to the back of the church, out of the sanctuary and into one of the rooms in the back. You see clothes, makeup and hair styling stuff strewn across the room. She.
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