I went home and called my sister, “Priya didi! Priya didi!”. She came out. No one was at home except me and her. Vishal had gone to the office, mo... had gone to some marriage and dad had gone for his work.She saw me and was wondering why I was wearing a jacket with the zip closed. At the same time, she was happy to see some bulging inside the jacket. She came near me and asked me, “So, did it work?”.“See for yourself, didu”, I said and opened my jacket and removed my t-shirt. She couldn’t. Way back then, she was little more that an idea, no realco-ordination. No substance, if you like." For the first few years she was an awkward girl trying to learn thirdhand how to behave, how to exist. Basically what other girls usuallylearn first hand. About five years ago I moved into a flat and Jasminestarted popping round on a regular basis. Still learning the tricks andskills that normal girls had already learnt by then. She doesn't dateboys, or girls for that matter, and has never. I looked up her and just flashed her my smile. That everyone seems to love so much. "Im sorry miss its my first day." I said so the lady wouldn't get upset."Its ok. Your very handsome for a young man your age." She said which came across pretty flirtatious."Thank you" i said awkwardly trying to figure out if this lady is flirting with me."Your very beautiful yourself miss." I answered back giving her a flirtatious look while slowly licking my lips."Do you really think so? You think this old. They were the same size as hers. Finally, I said, "I'm Misty, whileyou're Kristy. That's different." Sure," said Kristy, "but we're still identical twins. That's probablywhy mom gave me a red bathing suit and you a pink one. We're thesame." No," I said firmly. "I just look like you. I can totally rememberwhat it felt like to have a dick." Even as I said it, the memoryvanished. "Anyway, I'm different from you. I'm unique."Kristy frowned. "We were unique before and we were, like, totaltrash." You.