Dickgirl Twins

The school day was over. Sasha and Chloe, twins in the senior class at their local high school, were more than excited to get home. Sasha, whose black hair was tied up into a ponytail, waited for Chloe outside of her classroom. When Chloe emerged, it seemed almost as if a mirror image were walking toward Sasha. Aesthetically, the two were alike in every way. Under the traditional blue and white “sailor” school uniform they wore, the twins had well-sculpted bodies. Their breasts filled out their DD-cup bras, and their butts were likewise large and round. The two had plenty of bounce both in front and behind. This, in addition to their gorgeous faces–which often captivated even total strangers–made them a prize sought after by every male in town. That is, every male who didn’t know the full story behind the two marvels.

Eighteen years ago, they were the first documented twins to be born with the genitalia of both sexes: each had a penis, a scrotum, and a vagina, thus they were “intersex.” When they were older, they willingly appeared in the local newspaper, and even had a special on the Discovery channel. “Well, we feel like girls, I guess,” they’d say, “but technically, we’re in the middle.”

Despite the twins’ acceptance of their ambiguous sex, some townspeople did not receive them well. Their parents had to fight the county’s school system for them to be allowed to use the female bathroom (due to the concerns of other parents), and in middle and high school, the two could not join girls, nor boys sports teams because of the technicality of their sex. Friends came and went, but enemies seemed to last. Harassment was common, as was being the butt of jokes. They changed for gym class in isolation; instead of the locker rooms, they went to the bathroom to change into their male gym clothes (they never disputed this requirement; both of them knew that there was no way to hide the presence of such a large bulge in the athletic bloomers most girls wore).

They weren’t at the top of their class as far as grades, but in the top ten. Where they felt they really excelled was sports. Running, jumping, swinging a racket or a bat, shooting or catching a ball; these were the things they loved to do. They had plenty of energy and then some to spare, so any activity was welcome. The sole exception was violence. The twins were extraordinarily temperate, even in the faces of bullies. Their sunny dispositions were the only things that kept them going through all of the insults and shoves and mockery they faced daily. No matter what, they kept smiling and being true to themselves.

“Hmm, when we get home, should we play tennis or soccer?” Chloe, who was on the right, said to her sister as they walked down the crowded hall.

Sasha was carrying a textbook and a couple of notebooks in her arms, keeping them close to her body. It was often that someone would knock them right out of her hands. “Let’s just play some soccer in the backyard. Mom and dad are getting home early and we gotta cook dinner.”

“Yeah. Soccer for an hour, then dinner at five? Okay.”

If one were to hear them discuss their schedule clearly, they’d surely raise a question. The twins usually got home at around 2:30 PM. Their aim was to have dinner ready by 5:30 PM, which would be simple if they started at five, with the two of them. With one hour spent on soccer, they’d have well over an hour of free time before making dinner. This was time they always made sure was available. This was the time they’d spend having sex with each other.

“Hey, uh, Chloe?” said the voice of a male, “do you have a sec?”

Both of them turned to face the young man. He was a student like them, probably an underclassman. In his hand was a small bouquet of flowers. Both of the twins thought him bold and charming, though not particularly handsome.

“Hi,” Chloe said warmly. “Sure.”

“I uh, you’re really great. I think you and your sister are gorgeous, but especially you. So, here,” he thrust the bouquet forward and looked at her nervously. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

Why is she more gorgeous? Sasha thought. We’re identical!

Chloe smiled and blushed, but her smile didn’t last. “You’re really sweet. I’d love to date you,” she said. The young man instantly picked his head up, looking as if he’d won a million dollars. “But…”

“But what?” he brought the bouquet down slightly, still holding it out to Chloe, who hadn’t accepted it yet.

“You know who we are, right?” Sasha said.

“The best-looking girls in the school?” he said eagerly.

It wasn’t the first time one of them had been confessed to. They’d been through this ordeal many times; to avoid surprises later down the road, they knew what they had to do.

“I have a dick,” Chloe said innocently; her cheery demeanor did not fit the words she spoke. “But if that’s okay, I’ll definitely date you–“

“Those are rumors, right? They’re just joking around. Girls can’t really have dicks.”

The twins had the same thought: It’s probably bigger than yours. Nonetheless, Chloe shook her head. “Sorry, but I do. Like I said, if you’re okay with it–“

“This…” he squeezed the bouquet, “is just a funny way of rejecting me, isn’t it?”

Sasha sighed.

“Why can’t you just say no? Why do you have to make up these crazy–hey, what are you doing?”

Chloe grabbed the young man’s hand and pulled him into the men’s restroom. Inside the vacant bathroom, she turned to face the young man and quickly pulled down her panties. He thought he saw something swinging briefly behind her skirt, but it couldn’t be a real penis.

“Do you believe me now? You don’t have to look if you don’t want to.” Chloe said without emotion, as if she’d been through this a hundred times.

“I don’t. That could be anything. If I lift your skirt to look, will you scream and call me a rapist? Is that what this–“

“No tricks.” Chloe looked the young man in the eyes. She knew she shouldn’t be hopeful, she knew that his answer would be the same as every other male in this austere society. But because she had such a radiant outlook on life, she reached out to hope once more. “But, like I said, other than this I’m…” she paused. He hesitantly reached forward and lifted her skirt. He looked down in terror; in disbelief; in disgust. A long, thick, veiny, and flaccid cock hung low between the girl’s smooth legs.