You-M paced around the room as you channeled all of your trepidation and nervousness into the power walk. Jeanne sat on the bedside and followed your other body while her high heels wore down the carpet.
“Like, what if Viki freaks out!?” Said Marie, in absolutely and distraught shambles. She was the first one you decided to tell after your birthday. Arriving within the hour by limo. “We’ve known Victoria for years, we’re friends. And that kiss means she is interested.” Jeanne responded in a more calm tone. “My BFF! Ugh, shit, I totes know what I mean. She kissed Marie. Not Jeanne. Not... M.J.” That wasn’t something you could argue with yourself with. You-J collapsed head first onto the bed. Were you still insane if you had to bodies talking out loud to each other? “Suppose all I can do is ask. She did handle the penis conversation pretty well.” Both of your bodies giggled at that memory. “Yah. Viki is, like, awesome. And this won’t be half as weird.” Marie began as you shifted to focusing on Viki’s positive qualities and less on worrying.
After talking things through with yourself, you decided to dress exclusively from Marie’s wardrobe. Identical twins wearing exactly the same outfit wasn’t a thing you did, never casually at least and not with so many styles to choose from, but you hoped that would help Viki adjust to the idea of M.J. being a single person by having a unified style.
All dolled up in heavy makeup as Marie you wore your blonde hair loose. Jeanne had hers tied into two long pigtails using a pair of pink scrunchies. You went a little wild with the pink. The sparkly pink mini dress with cutouts running along Jeanne’s stomach nearly didn’t cover the naughty parts of her massive breasts. The skirt portion straining against Jeanne’s thighs barely managed to extend past the lace thong you-J wore underneath. You were both your mothers’ daughter, but had unquestioningly inherited Louise’s voluptuousness and hourglass figure. With Marie you had fared little better in the covering up department. The sleeved mesh crop top barely left any underboob to the imagination and left her pointed nipples on full display. And the jeans shorts barely qualified as that rather than underwear.
“I am such a slut,” you-J adopted more of you-M’s mannerism as you spoke with her manicured and long fingernails roaming Marie’s thick ass. An appreciative squeeze drew a drawn out groan out both your lips, “Yaahhh~ Viki loves her bimbo slut.” You-M added to help work yourself up for when she arrived. All horny and not thinking about how scary this reveal would be. “Totes. And M.J. loves her Viki too. My cocks are becoming so hard just waiting,” Jeanne clicked her tongue to emphasis the word ‘cock’ before releasing it with pop. “So fucking hawt and hard. She, like, won’t be able to say no with both of me to break through her shy shell.” You-M couldn’t contain yourself any longer, leaving a deep and long kiss with her glossy lips on Jeanne’s neck.