Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 4

Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 4

We slept in on Sunday, not waking up until nearly noon. Jessica stirred slowly next to me, cuddling up closer before finally opening her eyes. Her beautiful smile returned as she gazed at me, as I held her in my arms. “Good morning, sis”, she said, yawning slightly.
“Good morning, lover”, I returned playfully. She stayed cuddled up next to me for a while longer, as we both just enjoyed the sensations of each other’s body. “So what do you have planned for today?” I asked softly, while stroking her hair.
“Absolutely nothing”, she purred. “Everything I had planned to do with my sister on our first day together, we’ve done it: We’ve made love, sharing the intimate experience as sisters. We’ve went to the mall on a shopping spree, a rite of passage for every teenage girl. And most important”, she smiled up at me, “we’ve made you confident enough that you can keep being Michelle”. Her head returned nestled against my chest.
Of course, she was right. I did feel much more confident as a girl. It just felt right. Before, when I dressed up as Michelle, it was a fleeting sexual moment, only to orgasm, then be done. But the past three days changed my whole outlook. Michelle is who I was, and it was Michael that was the pretender. I knew it now, thanks to my sister.
We stayed cuddled in bed for a very long time, as we spoke of our hopes, dreams, fears, doubts, aspirations, and out plans for the future. Foremost on my mind was my body. Whenever I heard about transsexuals speak of being trapped in the wrong body, I never quite understood what they were talking about. That is, until now. We made plans to change my body as soon as possible.

It was two weeks later, and I had become firmly entrenched into my life as a girl. Jessica and I decided to live together, passing ourselves off as girlfriends. We had to hide our relationship as sisters, of course, but as long as no one pried too deeply, that secret would die with us.
And my confidence grew in leaps and bounds over that time. I started the hormone treatment, even though I was going to get implants later. While the hormones had little effect on my chest (Jessica convinced me that whatever growth I thought I felt after only two weeks was only in my head), the pills had a profound effect on the rest of my body. I wasn’t shaving as often as I used to, and when my hair did grow, it was finer, lighter than it used to be. The hair on my head grew faster too, and I was eagerly awaiting being able to dye and style my own hair, without having to rely on the wig.
I had even been out of the apartment a few times, going to the store for groceries, or picking up something from the pharmacy. And as I left the house more frequently, I started to run across people that knew Michael. The first few times were terrifying, my heart pounding in my chest. But they just walked pass, not even giving me a second glance (unless it was to check me out). Michael was gone forever.

“I’m going to get some frozen pizzas. They’re her favorite”, Jessica said, gleefully preparing for her daughter’s return from her ex-husband. Summer was nearly over, and that meant Tyler was going to be bring Jennifer home in just a few days.
“Okay”, I said, happy to be helping with the shopping. “I’ll head over and make sure she has enough canned ravioli”, I smiled, watching my sister push the cart to the other side of the store.
I took only a few steps, when my phone rang in my purse. I smiled, thinking Jessica had forgotten something else she needed me to pick up for her. “Hello”, I answered, putting a feminine purr on the word.
“Michael?” My heart dropped, plummeted through the floor, foundation, and bedrock beneath my feet, as I heard April’s confused voice coming through the speaker.
“Um, yeah”, I said, trying to sound manly and quiet at the same time. Any onlookers would find it odd to hear a woman with such a masculine voice.
“Listen, we need to talk. I feel horrible for the way I treated you. I don’t want us to end like that. I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I want to work things out with you. I’ve deleted all the things I posted about you, and I want to make things right”, her voice sounded sincere. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m going to be at Pierre’s tonight at eight, where we shared our first dinner together all those years ago. If you can forgive me, I would love to see you there, and work things out. I love you Michael, and I always will”. I heard the other end of the phone go dead.
I was incapable of speaking at that moment, my shallow breathes trying to get air to my lungs. I haphazardly returned my phone to my purse, and wandered to lean up against a nearby shelf. And that is how Jessica found me, not five feet from where she had left me. She asked me what was wrong, but I just couldn’t respond. She gathered me up, and we walked back to the car, the cart full of pizza a long forgotten memory, along with whatever else she had planned to get.

“So what are you going to do?” her concerned voice finally broke the silence in the car. We had left the parking lot, and pulled over along a nearly deserted stretch of back-road. She faced me, eager to lend her support. It was with all my strength that I managed to relate everything April had said without crying.
“I don’t know”, I admitted.