Noah, or rather Nathan, thought about it for a few seconds, before writing down in his journal, “Stacy is my twin brother.”. If they were going to be twins, he’d need someone he could at least get along with. Stacy was such a diva, always obsessed with her appearance, her popularity, making everything about herself. A huge, neurotic, melodramatic drama queen who always had to have her way. She’d always clamor over the latest fashions and spend what felt like hours doing her make-up. It annoyed him to no end. With all the power he now possessed, he could do anything now it seemed, at the very least he could see how much would be different about her if she were male.
After closing the journal, he waited briefly, as the same sort of dizziness enveloped him, before going back down to the bathroom to see if she, or he, was still in there. He knocked on the closed door, “Hey, can I come in?”, he asked. “Uhh, sure bro?” came a much deeper voice on the other end. Awkwardly, he opened it up.
There was a boy who looked like he could be his reflection, now anyway, the same short, curly red hair and facial features, the only difference being a slight bit more muscle and a goatee on his chiseled face. Rather than Stacy’s normally pink clothing, he wore a grey sleeveless t-shirt covered in stains, a backwards cap, and green shorts. Currently he was standing over the toilet, where his most notable difference from Stacy was on display, a massive, meaty, 7-inch cock, currently pissing into the bowl. Noah’s eyes widened, “Whoa…”, he stammered, mouth agape, leading his new brother to just eye him skeptically, “What, like what you see?” He gave a teasing grin, “I mean we’ve seen each other naked tons before, so you shouldn’t look so surprised.” He rolled his eyes as he finished peeing, then pulled up his underwear and shorts. “Um, yeah…” Noah muttered, somewhat embarrassed, his twin walking past him, “Bathroom’s all your’s dude.” He commented. Well at least he didn’t hog the bathroom like Stacy did, that was an improvement.
Noah stood in the hall, looking at his journal, grinning. He guessed he really could do anything with it. Just then he heard a voice from down stairs, “Stanley! Nathan! Are you getting ready for your sister’s birthday party?” He heard Margaret, now his biological mother, calling from downstairs. “Yeah, we’ll be right down, Ma!” His brother, who he assumed was now named Stanley, shouted back. He then turned back to Noah, “Better make it quick. You know how mom and Tina can be if we’re late. I’m gonna go to our room to get changed.” He said with a smirk, before looking at the journal, “Hey, is that Tina’s present?”. Noah took a step back, shaking his head, “No, it’s uh… It’s for a project. I’m supposed to write in this journal for school. Her present is upstairs.”, he said, sounding more nervous than he would’ve liked. Stanley gave him a confused look, but shrugged, before going back up to Noah’s room, which they now seemed to share. Noah grinned, clutching his notebook. He probably should take better care of it, especially with all the power it had. But still, he could do whatever he wanted with it. The thoughts raced through his head. First things first, he figured he should use the bathroom. He never had a chance after Stacy had kicked him out.
After finishing pissing, he made his way to their shared room, opening the door, he was caught off-guard at how much of a pigsty it was. Empty food containers and dirty clothes covered the floor. Rock band posters decorated the walls. He could see a bunk bed, no doubt where they slept, an extra desk beside his own, and an unusual funk hanging in the air, most likely from his brother, who seemed like a slob. Stanley stood near a larger dresser than the one Noah had, and was busy pulling out clothes, looking for something clean to wear, also not wearing his pants, letting his cock still flopping out, and his fat ass on display, “Hey, bro, I don’t think I have any clean clothes, so I’m gonna borrow some of yours. You don’t mind, right?” Noah shook his head, “I guess not?”. They were twins now after all. Stanley grinned, “Thanks man.” He said, scratching his bare rump, before resuming his search. It was a little weird, but Noah didn’t guess he minded too much. Besides, with his journal, he could edit anything he wanted if he didn’t like it.