Who Am I? part 1

If I was to tell you about me, you’d tell me I was insane. After some time, I thought the same thing, but then, she is there and shows me that, while I might be strange, I am not insane. Ya know, insanity is a funny thing. It is based upon a norm that is established in the world we live in. My norm was so different than what anyone is use to, what they can conceive that I must be crazy in your eyes. If you could only experience it for yourself for one day, you would understand.

You see “I” am not an “I.” “I” am a “we.” I know it is confusing. Let me try and explain. I am a twin, and a twin unlike you have ever met. At an early age, I found that my twin and I could switch bodies just by touching our foreheads together. Sounds strange, I know, and it wasn’t really clear to us at the time. We didn’t really understand the limits of our bodies. We switched and only when our parents started to call us and us respond with language did we understand that something was strange. At one point we tried to explain it to our parents (no dad…. I’m Steven), but of course they just didn’t understand. Eventually we didn’t try to explain it anymore.

We learned how to use it to our advantage. We switched for certain things at school, certain chores that I didn’t like/she didn’t like and we made it work. Life went on and we gradually got so use to the transitions that we began to refer to each other outside the bodies that we held. We talked about Alex’s body… Karen’s body, not “my body” or “your body.” Gender was not even in our minds. I peed just as normally in her body as mine. Life was normal whether I was in her body or in mine. Then one day it all changed.

I went into her room early one morning. We had planned on me going to her piano lessons that morning, but when I woke her up and put my forehead to hers, nothing happened. She looked at me in horror. I looked back with the same thoughts. What we were was no more. I have never felt a bigger loss in my life. Half of me was gone. The connection we had was over. It was the day I became Alex and she became Karen. Her period started in the next few days, and over the next months, she began to change drastically. Her body exploded, and all I could do was sit back and watch. We didn’t share the way we had. She outpaced me with the growth, and before long I was so jealous of her that I couldn’t mend our relationship. Years came and went, and with them my puberty set in.

Her growth was something truly amazing. With my hormones kicking in, I appreciated her changes much more. Her curves where amazing. Even at thirteen she looked like she was in her twenties. She looked anything but like our mom. She was tall, and her legs were muscular but trim. Her hips pushed out and were framed perfectly with an ass that was both huge and perfect. Her face was truly angelic with long blond hair that framed her face perfectly; however, by far and away her best feature were her tits. They were large and full and sat high on her chest. I had no idea what size she was, but I would stare at her and watch them giggle with her movements. They poked out in all her shirts, and during the summer when we would swim in the pool, I watched as her miraculous tits barely stayed in her bathing suite.

After I hit puberty, my anger subsided a bit. I didn’t blame her as much as I did, and our relationship regained a modicrum of decency. To the outsider, we messed with each other as much as a brother and sister should. I picked on her and she on me. We never spoke of the past.

When I started growing, I exploded much the way she did. I shot up well past her height, and a great bit taller than my dad. At 6’3” I towered over Karen’s 5’7” and dad’s 5’8”. I filled out. My shoulders broadened and my body tightened. My cock went from a decent size, to something quite large. When hard I was a good 9.5 inches. I was almost as thick as a gel shaving can, and my balls hung low and large. When I came, I would shoot large streams of cum up my chest and into the air. If you would have looked at my sister and I, you would have thought that we were the children of Mr. and Mrs Universe.

The problem was that even though I grew to accept my role inside my body, I was never totally at home.

Life passed as it would have for similar teens in our positions well into high school. We started dating, drifted further apart, I threw myself into football, she into dating. Guys followed her around like a puppy dog, but they never crossed the line because they knew I would be right there to kick her ass. She was much more the social butterfly than I was, which is not to say that I stayed in my room. I went out, even dated, but never felt comfortable to take it much past the basics of innocent teen age dating. I couldn’t imagine that she was doing much more, or maybe I didn’t want to think about it, me being so protective over her body, but then again, we rarely if ever talked.

Then everything changed. It was Christmas break of our junior year. The family, and by that I mean mom and dad, decided that we would go to my uncles for Christmas. Karen and I were both thrilled. We went along with it, only putting up modest protest (because we knew it would be useless), until we got about an hour from their house. That’s when mom broke the news that Karen and I would be sharing a bedroom. Karen hit the ceiling first. I chimed in, but I was more angry that I had to even talk about it than put up with it. I had already had it in mind that the whole adventure was going to be horrible.

When we got there, we were pointed upstairs after hugs and greetings. Uncle Jerry probably checked out Karen’s ass a bit too much for everyone’s taste, but everyone had grown use to Karen being the eye candy. When we turned the top of the stairs and walked into the bedroom, we looked at each other and at the same time said “shit.” The bed was a double, barely enough room for us to lay on there and stay in bed. We had no other option. The house was small and it seemed like there were 50 people in the house. I got the bedroom with Karen just because I was her brother. If it was just me, I am sure I wouldn’t have gotten the gift of a closed door. Even mom and dad were sleeping on the pull out couch in the basement.

We both became resigned to the fact that we would have to deal with it. The night went on and we made it through, and when time for bed came, I grabbed some blankets and told Karen that I would sleep on the floor and she could have the bed. I made my pallet and laid down. Only the bedside table lamp was on and the shadows cast strange shapes on the wall. I was starring at the ceiling when she came in, although I didn’t look at her at first. Then she pulled the covers back and I looked over at her. She had on boy shorts that barely covered her ass and a camisole that barely covered her. She didn’t say anything to me, just jumped in bed and covered herself up. She said good night and then turned off the light.

About thirty minutes later, my back was on fire. I shifted and tried to make it better, but nothing worked. I sat up and looked at the wall in frustration.

“Hey dumbass… get in bed. I know your hurting. I won’t bite.”

I stood up and looked at her. She slid over and I got in bed. I had on just my boxers. “Thanks. My back was killing me.”

“Its fine. Just keep your hands to yourself and your boxers on.” For the first time in a long time we laughed together. We started talking about our lives. She asked me about a girl I had been out with a few times, how football was, if I was happy, and I returned the small talk. It was as close as we had been in years, and then the subject came up.

“So do you ever think about being able to switch like we once did?” She was the one that was asking.

“All the time.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I never really felt you had a body and I had a body. I felt like we shared them, and then all of a sudden I was cut off from that connection, and I mean you know it was me born into your body, right?”

“I never thought about it, but now that you say it my first memories of my body were peeing standing up.”

She rolled over on her side and faced me. “I’m sorry if I hurt you by being the one in this body. I didn’t mean to do it. It was just where we were when puberty started for me.”

“So you think that’s what it was too. I thought about it for a long time.”

“Yeah I think that’s what it was, and I’ve thought long and hard if we would ever be able to do it again. I wondered if we could do it with other people.”

“Yeah I thought about that too, but it’s never happened since that last time. “

“Well I’m exhausted. Night. Remember, keep your hands to yourself and keep Mr. Johnson down there tucked away in those boxers. “

I tried to go to sleep, and after some time I heard her steady and I knew she was asleep. Eventually time disappeared. I drifted off to sleep. I woke in a sudden panic as if someone had thrown me to the floor while I was till asleep. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness however, I knew something was very wrong. I was on the wrong side of the bed. The figure beside me was, yes, it was me. Instinctively, my hand reached to my chest and found Karen’s, my, breasts. I could feel the adrenaline rush through my body. I looked at my male self laying there. The covers were thrown back and my dick, coming out of my boxers was laid on my stomach in plain view. I looked asleep, perfectly relaxed, and then it hit me. Karen had been looking at my dick and something happened. It had to have happened and we switched while I was asleep, so now she was asleep in my body.

I got out of bed as quietly as I could. I cracked the door and went to the bathroom. No one was awake. I got in the room, locked the door and looked into the mirror. Standing in front of me was my sister. It was amazing to look at from this perspective. It was me I was looking at. This was my body once again. I put my hands on my sides and brought them up to my chest and felt the soft heaviness of my breasts. I reached down to my crotch and rubbed on my pussy, feeling the electricity race through my body.

Then there was a knock on the door. I peaked out and before me was my younger cousin. “Hey Karen. I really need to pee. Are you done?”

“Yeah. Its all yours.”

His eyes locked onto my chest and they didn’t leave them until he was past me and shutting the door.