Morning came and Candy was in Chris’bedroom, thumbing through something on her phone.  She smiled at him.  “We took your yarn collar off so nothing happened after you zonked out.  But you’ll be getting a real one as soon as you get showered and dressed, and you eat something.  I’m pretty sure all you had yesterday was cum and pee.”

Chris blinked and groaned.  He hated mornings and said so.  Candy just laughed and reminded him that she loved mornings.  Despite still smelling like a urinal from the day before, Chris wanted food first.  Then he showered, relishing being clean for the first time since his sister made him pee on himself the morning before.  He dried off and then was immediately called into Candy’s room.

Candy had a cloth tape measure and started taking measurements.  “What the fuck, sis?”Chris asked.

“Just getting your sizes down.  If we have time, we’re going to two places today, and only one of them takes their own measurements.  It’s easier to shop if I know your size.”

“So, um, Sis…serious question.  You really wanna make me look like a girl, but keep me a guy with his dick?  Hips, tits, and all?”

“Hips, tits, and all.”

“But you both tease me about my small dick.  Why not make it into a pussy that Blake could enjoy more?”

“Silly!  You’re the omega.  We’d tease you about how useless your dick was even if you were hung like Blake.  It’s part of treating you like a girl, but keeping you a boy down below.  Blake’s got the connections that you could have a huge schlong like him, but that’s not what he or I want.  Is it really what you want?  I mean you could be wimpy Chris, or girly Chrissie.  Which one is the real you?”

Chris was mortified to hear himself answering, “Chrissie.”

“Yeah, your dick likes that too.  Look how hard it suddenly is.”

Chris whimpered.  “I think I need to paw before we go out, Sis.”

“What?  No!  I like you so responsive.  It will make the day so much more fun.  Anyway, what’s better to see walking down the street than a guy in a miniskirt tented out by his erect cock?”

“Miniskirt?” 

“Yep and I have an old one from junior high that just might not fall off of your narrow little hips.” Candy went into her closet and dug around in some boxes at the back.  What she brought out was a leopard print miniskirt and what was basically no more than a matching leopard print stuffed bra.

“Hey, aren’t those a bit, I don’t know, racist if we wear them anytime outside of Samhain?”

“Not if you are wearing my collar and on a leash, which you will be.  Fetish wear makes it okay, at least as far as being racist.  The prudes and pervs will both stare, trust me.  I’ll be dressed in the same outfit, but black vinyl.  Oh, and my bra won't be padded like yours.  It will be just like when we were kids before my boobs came in and we dressed the same so no one could tell us apart.”

“I think this is a bit kinkier than that, Sis.”

“Yep!  Delicious isn’t it?  You are going to be so humiliated, especially walking to the bus in this ‘respectable’neighborhood.  Now, what about shoes?  Can you walk in heels?”

“What?  No!  We tried that for Samhain one year and I broke both my ankle and my wrist.”

“Yeah, I remember that now.  That was the last year we ever went trick or treating.  Well, no matter.  We’re adults now.  We can go trick and treating.”

“What is that?”

“Going to sex clubs and sucking cock, getting fucked, maybe being invited in to join an orgy in a back room or basement of a club.  It’s, like, so scandalous.  I’ve always wanted to do it, but if I got caught doing it under 18, I’d be branded for life as a comfort girl.  Sure, I’d like the constant sex for money as a comfort girl, but I still want to be able to tell any guy, or gal, ‘no’if they are too nasty or something.”

“Yeah, I sorta feel sorry for Karen.”

“Don’t.  She wants that life.  She talked about it all the time when she was babysitting us.”

“Why was she babysitting us?  She is, like, only 3 years older than we are.”

“Some stupid law about kids under 13 only able to be left alone for so long and we were still 12.  It was when Mom and Dad went on an adults only cruise tour of Scandinavia.” Candy giggled.  “Hey, remember how shocked she and Blake were when I pounced her and tried to kiss her?”

“No.  I was hiding in my room.  Blake kept trying to get me to let her undress for me so I could see her tits and cooch.  I was terrified.”

Candy suddenly looked sad.  “Yeah, I remember that.  I’m so sorry.  We should have known.  You would have been much happier if we made you Chrissie all the way back then.  But, if we did that, you’d probably not have your male bits anymore.  I don’t need another pussy competing for Blakes cum.  Gonna already lose a lot of it with him plowing your ass.”

“Mom and Dad are going to freak when they find out they have another gay kid.”

“Nah, they’ll be cool with it.  Trust me.  You know what they are doing right now?”

“Yeah, visiting Caitlin and her wife.”

“Yeah, you just don’t read between the lines, do you?  After hearing enough bits and pieces of quiet conversations I finally flat out asked Mom what was going on and she told me that they wanted kids.  So Dad has volunteered to donate his seed and let the fertility doctor impregnate Caitlin’s wife with it.  It is just like being a sperm donor, but for our older sister’s wife instead of money.”

“Whoa.  That’s so cool of him.  I don't think I could do that.  I'd be too embarrassed to ever look at Caitlin or her wife knowing their kids were really mine.”

“Yeah, and the choices were him and you.  Mom was pretty sure you’d flip out if she even brought it up.  Genetically, you would have been the better choice, though.  A brother is a closer match than a father when being used as a surrogate.”

“Yeah, I would have flipped out.  Mom knows me too well.”

“More than you know.  She told me she thought you liked boys a lot more than girls and might even be gay.  I didn’t believe her because I’ve watched all your porn and there’s a lot more man-woman stuff than man-man.”

“Hey!  How’d you find my porn?  That’s private.  Oh my…fuck…Sis!”

“Calm down.  I’m not a mega geek like you, but I can still hack a little and your passwords suck.  Anyway, I pawed myself off to a lot of your stuff.  I even imagined us doing things together, not like fucking, but pawing each other, 69, and fingers and tongues kinda stuff.  But I always figured you were too prudish to try it.  Yesterday was my last chance, as far as I was concerned.”

“I’m really glad you did that to me yesterday, Sis.  I think I’m gonna like my new life, but I’m a bit scared too.  So, to help face my fears I think I want to go the whole way with pretending to be a girl.  Especially if I’m gonna end up with tits and crossdressing.  I want to use girly pronouns and shit like that.”

Candy gave Chrissie a loving hug and kiss.  “I’d bet being locked up in chastity for a month that you’ll absolutely love it.  If I didn’t think so, there is no way in all the hells that I would be doing this to you or allowing Blake to do it.”

Chrissie blushed and told Candy that she trusted her.  She then looked at her sister and asked, “So, Sis, how’d you learn to take Blake in your ass?  I needed two hands to even circle his cock.”

“The same way you will: larger and larger toys to stretch you.  We’ve only done it once.  Yesterday was the first time, and I wasn’t really ready yet.  That's why I screamed.  It really hurt popping in.  That fucking flare horses have.  Why can’t they be more like bunnies or even wolves with more pointy bits that go in easier?  Anyway, I should have been using my toys longer each time I stretched.  We won't repeat my mistake with you.  When I am done with your ass, Blake will be able to slip right in with only the lube from my pussy on his dick.”

Chrissie swallowed hard and blushed even more.  She wanted that massive cock in her right now.  Even if it would hurt going in.  But with her untrained ass, it would do more than hurt and a hospital trip with a torn asshole was not something she wanted to explain to anyone.

Candy gave up searching through her footwear.  “Okay, let's just skip shoes.  I don’t like wearing them unless I have to anyway.  I think we’re done.”

Chrissie was still blushing.  “You forgot panties.”

“Nope.  We’re gonna be little slutty teases and let them look at our treasures all they dare.”

“We’ll get arrested!”

“Nah.  Maybe a fine.  Blake said he’d pay for any fines we get, so long as we were showing in public.”

“What the fuck, Sis?  Is he trying to make me die of embarrassment?”

“Well, not actually die from it, but he likes to see us blush and you blush so easily you’ll even show up on my phone’s camera.  Takes a lot more to make me blush.”

Chrissie covered her face with her paws and shuddered.  
Once the twins were dressed, they looked very much alike especially wearing such complementary and similar outfits.  One difference was that Chrissie was wearing Candy’s collar and had a leash clipped to it.  Candy took pictures of Chrissie and then the two of them together.  She then grabbed Chrissie’s cock and stroked her stiff.  She took pictures of her tenting her miniskirt and fully exposing her balls in the process.  She also made her bend over and expose her butthole, which she took pictures of.  A few minutes after she sent all that to Blake he sent back a picture of him in a bathroom stall fully erect along with the message that his pants can’t hide this.

Candy texted him back, “Want me to buy a chastity cage for you to wear at work?”

Blakes’reply, “NOT A FUCKING CHANCE IN ALL THE HELLS!!!!!”

Candy laughed aloud and typed back, “Okay, while you stroke it, you can imagine us walking to the bus and being eyed by all the pervs and prudes.”

The twins had barely made it out the front door to the street when Candy got a picture of cum all over Blake’s cock, the floor, and the bathroom stall door.  She shared it with Chrissie and they both giggled as they walked indecently down the street with Chrissie on a leash and just as red as she could be, secretly loving every minute of it while at the same time wanting to hide.

Candy was disappointed that they didn’t run into anyone until the bus stop.  Once they got there, they encountered an elderly skunk waiting for the same bus.  He eyed the two of them up and down.  “Twins eh?  That girly boy needs a dick up his butt if ya ask me.  Ah, if I were 20 years younger I’d be getting the cops called on me for what I’d be doing to him.”

Candy smiled and said, “You can reach under her skirt and touch anything you want until the bus gets here.”

Chrissie gasped, not sure what to think of what his sister just offered.  The old man chuckled and started feeling up Chrissie’s butt and running his finger up and down her buttcrack.  He’d linger over her pucker and rub it, but never tried to stick a finger inside.  When the bus rounded the corner down the road, he copped a quick feel of Chrissie’s balls.  The whole event was so naughty but so exciting that she started to leak precum into her miniskirt, making a small damp spot.

As the bus approached the old skunk withdrew his paws as agreed and pulled out his wallet.  “Girls, you’ve made my day.  Can’t remember the last time I got wood like this.  Here’s a $50 gift card to The Green Door that I’m never gonna get to enjoy, since they banned me for life.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.  Did you get caught masturbating to a show?”

“Nah, not this time.  That’s only a 1 week ban, anyway.” The old skunk grinned and pulled out his false teeth.  “I was giving the working pony boys gum jobs in a back corner.  Some jealous fuck reported me and I got my picture taken and put on the wall of shame.  Proudest I’ve been in years.” He quickly put his teeth back in and then slowly got to his feet, his joints cracking loudly in protest.

Candy tried to be polite and let the skunk get on the bus first but he refused, telling her he wanted to get another good look as they got on.  Chrissie was flattered and mortified at the same time, caught between laughing and crying, but ended up doing neither.  When she reached the top step there was the unmistakable artificial camera sound from behind them.

Before Candy got to complement her brother a woman in the first seat gasped.  “You indecent little perverts!  How dare you dress like that?” Other gasps followed as more of the passengers leaned around to see what the fuss was.  Most of them were middle-aged or older and dressed like their own grandparents would have.  Also, for some reason, most happened to be women.  The few men in the front 6 rows looked but didn’t say a thing.

The driver looked down and saw both of the twins were exposed down below.  He could have refused to let them on the bus dressed like that, but he just grunted and said, “Perverts in the back.”

The twins slowly made their way to the back, having to constantly wait for the berating passengers to pull their heads back so they could pass.  It was expected and Candy felt like such a rebel.  Only one exchange got to her.  A boy, probably just starting puberty, asked his mother, “Why does that girl have a boy pokey?” The mother growled in disgust, “Because that is not a real girl.  Don’t look at the freak.”

Candy glared daggers at the woman and screamed so loud the entire bus could hear, “My sister is more of a ‘lady’than you will ever be with your dried up twat and sagging tits, you intolerant, narrow-minded, ass-sucking twat!  It’s prejudiced intollerant fuckfaces like you that cause bad things to happen, not people like us who are just enjoying our lives.  Something you probably have never experienced.”

The driver’s annoyed voice came over the speakers, “No more shouting or swearing, or you’re off the bus.  Now take your seats, people.”

Candy stomped all the way to the last row, practically dragging her now crying sister by her leash.  Several people quietly praised her, including a few that had previously been berating her.  More people were looking disgusted with the woman than with Candy and Chrissie.  The woman got off at the next stop, some people actually hissing or booing as she went past.

Candy held her sister close and stroked her hair, telling her that it was going to be okay and that people like that vile woman were getting rarer.  It took two more stops before Candy got Chrissie to stop crying.  Trying to lighten the mood Candy joked to her, “At least you’re not wearing makeup or you’d be a real mess.” Chrissie snorted and smiled, wiping the tears from her face as best she could.

Over an hour later, when the twins reached their stop the few judgemental passengers who were still on from when they had boarded actually apologized as they went past.  The woman in the first seat was still there and she actually stood up and blocked the way and said, “I may not approve of you two dressing like comfort girls in public, but don’t you dare ever believe anyone who tells you that you are not a real woman.”

Chrissie nodded and sniffled, holding back a new round of tears.  “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Just, learn to shake your ass a bit more when you walk and tape yourself up so you don’t show.”The woman quietly advised and then sat back down to let them pass.