Karissa drove and on their way, expressed some of the thoughts she had to Michelle. ‘I’m beginning to wish we were not so identical. I love that you are now a girl but I wish you looked a bit different. It will be hard enough to tell Mum and Dad that I’m gay. They are pretty open minded and I think they will accept that. But how do I explain why my girlfriend is identical to myself? I think they would know I don’t have a twin’
‘Hey I know I have expressed how wonderful it is to be a woman and your twin but I’m not all that comfortable with this. I really want to be myself again. Your boyfriend not your girlfriend’
‘You could have fooled me. You seem very comfortable. Look at how easily you are walking in those heels. I have trouble walking in 3 inch heels and I’ve been doing it for years’
‘I know it’s weird. Physically I feel very comfortable but mentally I’m screaming to myself that this isn’t right. I almost feel apologetic for telling you this. I know I should be comfortable being your twin but I’m not’
‘But I love that you are now my girlfriend. I want you to want me physically and mentally. I want you to like nothing better than eating my pussy and letting me eat yours’ Had Michael been looking she would have noticed the pendant Karissa was wearing glow. However she was scanning the streets for a car park as they were now very close to the café where they had a dinner reservation.
Michael replied ‘And I want you to be my girlfriend. I do want you both physically and mentally’ That was the truth. Michael had always loved Karissa’s body. That had not changed when she had become a female. The only difference was that she now also craved for Karissa to eat her pussy.
Over dinner Karissa had a good hard look at her girlfriend sitting across the table from her. She knew everything about that body, its likes and dislikes. She was admiring the curl she had put into Michelle’s hair. She wished that curl came naturally. In reality her hair was straight and limp. No doubt by morning Michelle’s would be once more as well. Karissa tried to imagine the hours of her life she had devoted to getting that hair to curl. She couldn’t but wish that the hair held its curl, better yet that it was naturally curly. That would be nice.
Then she looked at Michelle’s breasts. She knew they were B-cups. Now she had come out as a lesbian she could admit to herself that they were a bit on the small side. Michelle would look that bit more attractive with larger breasts. And why not the face as well. She had always considered herself to have a fat jaw. Ideally she would get a more triangular jaw, and why not a smaller nose while she was at it. She had inherited her Dad’s nose. He called it a Roman nose. A roaming nose was a more apt description. She tried to picture Michelle with a petite nose and a narrower chin.
Just then Michelle interrupted her daydream by saying ‘I think I need to pee’
‘Well don’t forget you now need to go to the ladies and to sit down’
She watched Michelle walk away from her. It was remarkable how quickly she had taken to walking in heels. It was a pity she didn’t have much of a waist. She probably needed to go on a diet once more. She pictured the girl walking from her with an hourglass waist. That would be nice.
Just then she saw a flash of red on her cleavage. What was that? Was someone shining a laser on her? She looked around alarmed. No one seemed to be paying her attention. It must have been her imagination.