CONTENT WARNING: This story features bodysuit the men use to appear as women.

Emily was upset, to say the least. She wanted to yell and scream at the two men masquerading as innocent young women. Or, at least, one of them was masquerading as innocent—Rodger, wearing Emily’s face, to be precise.

Just as Emily was about to pour out all her emotions, Daphnee suggested that she wait until she and her doppelganger were dressed before breaking into a long and upsetting rant.

Embarrassed that there were two of her standing naked in the middle of someone else’s home, Emily agreed and dressed in the white ensemble she wore initially.

Rodger did his best to fit into the underwear his father brought for him. Naturally, one would expect someone who has never worn a bra before to have trouble. But in this case….

“Your bra is too tight. I can’t get the clasp together.” Rodger whined as he leaned forward, trying to fit Emily’s breasts into one of Daphnee’s bras.

Daphnee was a little less than amused by the comment. “Stop complaining and wear it. If Emily is so kind, she might loan you some of her clothes.”

After Rodger finally managed to up some underwear on, he threw on one of his t-shirts that was now many sizes too large for him. Daphnee nagged him about how it wasn’t a good look for Emily’s figure, but he was more than content wearing ‘my boyfriend’s clothes’ fashion.

Emily was amazed at how her twin looked exactly like her, yet nothing like the person she saw in the mirror. This version of her was expressive and smiled like the sun, even as she ‘argued with her mother.’

She was surprised when she noticed she was smiling—caught off guard by what looked like a very normal mother-daughter interaction. She could feel her upturned lips in her cheeks, and she wanted to laugh, but a sudden wash of melancholy kept her from joining the banter.

“Are you okay, Emily?” Rodger could see the pensive look on her face. He felt terrible for what his father had done, but even worse that he was complicit in the whole thing.

“Oh, ah—no, sorry. I just remembered something, that’s all.” Emily said in a light tone. “I should apolo—”

“Oh no, you don’t!” Rodger stopped her. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s my idiot Pops and me who should be apologizing. We both acted in our own self-interest without asking. I’m sorry.”

Daphnee leaned against the railing leading upstairs while scratching the side of her nose with her pinky, clearly uninterested in the exchange between her son and the girl he brought home.

Rodger marched over to his father and dragged her by the ear to apologize to Emily.

“Ow, ow, ow! I’m sorry, alright! Geez, it’s not like she would say no, anyway.” Daphnee’s assessment of Emily was spot on. She knew that she would never be able to say no.

“Even if you feel that way, there’s still a chance she could!”

Emily watched as the two went back to arguing. She wanted to do her best to remember that she was supposed to be angry with them, but she was more disappointed with herself than anything else.

“I,” As Emily started to speak, Rodger and Daphnee stopped to listen.

Emily hesitated. She wasn’t ready for them, let alone anyone, to stop on her behalf. “I… I want to hear it… the plan, that is… I’ll decide afterward if I’m okay with it.”

The plan was quite simple, despite the complex reality of using a bodysuit to impersonate someone completely. Rodger would take over Emily’s role as Victoria’s girlfriend, and Emily could go to college without Victoria being any the wiser.

Until Emily had to leave for college, Rodger would help her study, and she would help Rodger adapt to living as her and being Victoria’s girlfriend.

The plan felt too appealing to Emily. She would be able to go to an art college like she always wanted, and after storming out on Victoria, she would gain a much needed study partner.

Her parents, her girlfriend, and now the person she confided in not more than an hour ago, she could feel herself getting swept up again. She could have everything she wanted. All she needed to do was say yes and give up on her responsibilities.

“We’re scrapping the plan.”

Emily and Daphnee were shocked by Rodger’s sudden declaration.

“But she hasn’t even answered yet!”

“Even so, it’s clearly making her uncomfortable. This is what happens when you just up and do something without someone’s permission, Pops. I’d hate it even if it did benefit me.”

The father and son went back to arguing with one another, but this time it wasn’t banter. Daphnee was looking forward to field testing with a live sample, but Rodger wasn’t backing down this time, nor did his tone carry any sarcasm.

She could feel it again, the words escaping her. Things were going to be decided for her again because she lacked the ability to defend herself. I have to say something…

But she couldn’t think of anything.

“Well, Emily?”

Emily snapped back to reality. She wasn’t sure who called out to her, but both father and son were waiting on her answer.

“Is it okay… if I take some time to think?” Emily said in a meek voice. Wasn’t I supposed to be mad with them? Why did it turn out like this…? If only I….

“You heard her, Pops. We’ll get back to you with an answer later.”

Daphnee clicked her tongue and made a moody face but ultimately acquiesced.

Emily was given a lot to think about. She wanted to process everything that happened but didn’t know where to start.

“Let me walk you home like I promised. I’m sure you’ll have a better time sorting your thoughts out there.”

Rodger threw on a pair of sweatpants, and Emily helped him pull the long hair he now had into a bun so that he could wear a cap over his head. Emily noticed that even his hair felt just like hers.

On their way out, Rodger slipped on a pair of oversized flip-flops. Emily wanted him to wear shoes, but none of them fit, and Daphnee was acting like a child and couldn’t let him wear any of hers.

More because of the comment about the bra than anything else.

The sun had since set, and the neighborhood was quieter than before. Emily decided to retrace her thoughts as they walked, returning to when she stormed out of Victoria’s room.

She had taken Rodger for a ruffian yet acted like the most patient person she had ever met. But then he went and did something that made her head spin. She wanted to forget the sight of Daphnee pulling her face off and seeing such an uncouth individual underneath.

Her mind was racked with thoughts of the father and son who now looked like sisters or girl friends than anything else. But all that was to distract her from what she didn’t want to think about the most.

Emily was offered a golden ticket to escape Victoria and live her life.

But she knew it was irresponsible.

Ultimately, it didn’t solve anything. She wasn’t a child anymore and knew as much. How long until the next Victoria? How long until she was under Rodger or Daphnee’s thumb?

Those thoughts frightened her.

“You don’t need to worry. Despite how I look now, I’m still just as strong.” Rodger reassured Emily, believing she was simply afraid of the dark.

Emily shook her head. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

Even though his voice sounded just like hers, it felt so different. His every moment, tone, and expression was filled with confidence, assurance, and all the things Emily found lacking in herself.

Rodger glanced over at Emily’s downtrodden face before placing his dainty hands begins his head and gazing up at the starry sky.

“By the way, what’s with that whole no sex before marriage thing? I didn’t think you were particularly religious.” Rodger thought to change the mood by asking such a question.

But Emily remained quiet.

The two made their way up the stairs to Emily’s apartment. It was a lonely-looking apartment with an adjoined kitchen and living room. The only apparent furniture was a sofa sitting across from a large landscape painting of a beautiful lily garden.

“Damn, you always dressed in such fancy clothes back at school. I was expecting something more luxurious.” It was apparent to anyone that the only luxurious thing about this apartment was its size.

“Sorry, I don’t actually have the money for a lot of furniture.”

“Ah, so all of it goes into just affording the apartment?”

“Well… no… Victoria pays for the lease. I’ve been trying to save up for college.” That was the agreement. Emily would emancipate from her parents if Victoria put her in a nicer birdcage than the pit her parents dug for her.

“... That’s depressing,” Rodger said flatly in Emily’s charming voice as he plopped his now round and comfortable ass onto the sofa.

Emily poured a glass of water for her and her twin before sitting beside him. He thanked Emily for the water and gladly gulped it down.

Nothing felt more soothing to the young man who was still getting used to walking about with the now heavy weights on his chest.

Honestly, I don’t know how girls handle wearing these things.”

Rodger threw off his shirt and unclasped the bra, letting it snap off. Emily could see how his skin had become red. Not only was it as soft as her own, but it was just as delicate.

“It was that tight?” Emily said, feeling a little troubled. “Here, let me get you something.”

Rodger was taken aback by her sudden concern for him. He did feel a little sore under his arms, but pain like this was nothing for a man like him.

“I normally use this for sunburns, but it should still help.” Emily returned with a small tub of skin cream and applied it to the red areas about Rodger’s back and sides.

It stung a little, but the cooling after-effect was a pleasant feeling that caused Rodger to release a relieved purr. “That feels nice.”

“I didn’t think about it at first, but you can feel this?”

“Hm? Yeah, the suit is one-to-one with you. Tolerance, sensitivity, things like that, I feel them exactly as you would… which would explain why the bra hurt so much. Hehe….”

That’s when they both noticed Rodger’s now blistered feet.

Emily was feeling upset again. It was a different kind of upset that caused her to make a disappointed face. “If that’s true, then you need to take better care of yourself. I bruise and burn easily.”

Rodger felt embarrassed with himself. “It’s not that big a deal. A man should be able to deal with at least with much.”

“Well, you’re not a man right now. And if you plan on fooling Victoria, you should know she would spot something like this easily.”

He was surprised at Emily’s sudden forwardness; combined with his embarrassment, he didn’t even know how to joke about how it sounded like she was already on board with the plan.

If only she could be that way with her own pain, Rodger wouldn’t need to feel so worried about her. But instead of saying any of that, he evaded her and changed the topic.

“So, tell me about this painting. It’s, like, the only other thing in this room.”

It was a beautiful garden featuring lilies as the centerpiece, complemented by flowers arranged to cascade by their shades, almost like a deeply colored rainbow.

“Oh, that? It’s nothing special. I pained it for a contest once and couldn’t bear to throw it out.”

In reality, Emily had never felt more proud of herself than when she had completed her painting ‘My Secret Garden.’ It was to be submitted to an animation studio, but after Victoria told her that it had no chance of winning, she ended up never submitting it and has since kept it on her wall.

“I think it looks lovely. It reminds me a lot of you.”

Emily didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t want to admit how happy that made her feel, but the color of embarrassment was apparent from her cheeks to her ears.

“W-we should get you some clothes.”

Emily’s bedroom had far more decor than the rest of her apartment. In one corner was a large bed with a desk and computer across from it, but rather than the usual standing monitor, the computer had been plugged into a large illustration monitor.

While her other various tools of the art trade had been arranged about the room, a small space had been dedicated to a reading chair and a large bookcase filled with romance novels and shoujo manga.

But putting all that aside, Rodger was far more focused on the door that led into Emily’s walk-in closet. It took all he had just to contain his excitement.

Stepping into the closet, he was met on all sides with various clothes of different styles and fabrics. The walls were lined with dresses, blouses, and skirts, and running from end to end along the floor were shoe racks and underwear drawers.

“I can try any of these on?” Rodger asked with a goofy grin while holding up a virgin killer sweater.

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

Most of the clothes Emily owned were given to her by Victoria. Most of it was lewd or erotic pieces and sets that Emily had no intention of wearing but couldn’t simply throw out.

Rodger quickly started going through all of her clothing while Emily changed out of her one-piece and into her pajamas. Before she could toss her clothes into the hamper and start buttoning her top, Rodger stepped out of the closet, asking, “How do I look?”

He was dressed in a simple bra and pantie set, but the price of the design was apparent.

The bra appeared to be made of orchid-colored silk and was decorated with frills and lace that had floral patterns designed into them.

The panties, or more accurately, the G-string, matched the glossy orchid color of the bra. It had a thin patch of cloth stopping just high enough to cover his blossom, where it met with a field of transparent lace going up and around the waistband.

“You look nice, but I’m not sure that’s something you want to sleep in. The fabric looks like silk, but it’s actually polyester, which won't feel good in the morning… Don’t you need to get home?”

“Nah, I figured I’d let my old man sweat. Besides, I don’t want to deal with him right now, anyway.” Rodger said before returning to the closet to try on a new set of clothes.

This time, as Emily finished buttoning her top and sliding her bottoms on, Rodger returned dressed in a complete lingerie set; bra, corset, garter belt, and stockings, all strapped together somehow.

The set used a blue pallet that looked gorgeous on Emily and brought out the glimmer of her aqua-colored eyes. Though, it was actually Rodger who was wearing it.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The sight of Emily wearing such sexy underwear caused him to make a perverted face, which in turn caused the Emily in the mirror to make a perverted face.

“Please don’t make my face look like that.”

Emily thought to head to bed soon, but Rodger convinced her to try on all the different clothes she had never thought to wear before. The two spent the rest of the evening showing off different styles to each other until soon styling each other's hair and trying on different makeup.

By the end, they had washed the makeup off and were dressed in matching nighties of contrasting white and black. Their hair was pulled into elegant buns to hold it all in place while they slept.

Emily didn’t want to admit it, but she ended up having a lot of fun. Now she was lying exhausted in bed. Emily was an only child, and ever since Victoria had started isolating her from all the people she once knew, she thought she would never have the chance to do anything like this.

But Rodger would have to return home eventually. He would take the suit off and go back to his own life. She would have to wake up from her dream of having a sister.

She closed her eyes and started to drift off when her sister suddenly plopped onto the bed. “Wha—?!”

“Oh, sorry. I guess I should let you get to sleep.”

Rodger swung his weight to stand from the bed but was quickly pulled back down by Emily, holding onto the nighty he wore.

“It’s a large bed… and the soda wouldn’t be good for your neck or back.” Emily was making excuses. If the dream could last a little bit longer, she wanted to hold onto it.

Her parents were never there for her. She had no siblings. Victoria isolated her from the friends she once had. Emily was lonely.

But right now, she confided in another person, became angry with them, was protected by them, tried on clothes with them, was able to look out for them… it was like she had a real sister.

Rodger could see what was going on and crawled into bed with her. After he did, Emily became self-conscious and quickly turned to face the wall. After he was settled in, she quietly whispered, “Thank you, Rodger.”

Even though she thanked and apologized to him this whole time, Rodger felt he was getting everything he could ever ask for. To look like a girl as cute as Emily, trying on different clothes, and having makeovers while at a sleepover.

“If you want… you can call me Riley.” Riley placed an arm around Emily, embracing her comfortingly. “I’ll be your big sister.”

Emily was a mix of emotions—joy, melancholy… guilt…

“You asked before… about why I told Victoria I wouldn’t have sex until marriage….”

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to. I was just teasing.”

“I told her that so she wouldn’t leave me. I thought Victoria was an amazing person, but I knew she only wanted me for my body. She gave me so many things, and I was scared she might leave… so I lied to her.”

Emily felt terrible. She wanted independence from Victoria but lied so she could keep using her. But now that it’s become inconvenient, she’s trying to throw the responsibility to someone else.

Emily rolled over to face her big sister, Riley, with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. You went through all this trouble, but this is the kind of person you’re helping.”

Riley stroked her little sister’s hair gently before placing herself over her.

Rodger just said he would be Riley, but it was becoming more and more difficult. Riley’s heart was racing. Since putting on the suit, she’s had a hard-on hidden underneath.

Now she was lying in bed with the most beautiful girl she’s even been with. Looking at her face—how vulnerable she was, how inviting she’s made herself. Riley wanted her.

Emily struggled with her own thoughts. She wanted this person. She wanted Riley to be her sister forever. To always be there for her. She was ready to give her body, hoping the dream would never end.

She was doing it again. Just like she dangled the promise of sex in front of Victoria, she planned to keep Rodger as her sister Riley forever with the only thing she felt had any value—her body.

Emily hesitated and couldn’t bring herself to continue.

Riley reached for her sister’s thin wrist. It was identical to hers.

She pulled Emily’s hand up to her chest, pressing it into her breasts. “You don’t need to be afraid, Emily. There are so many beautiful things about you.”

Riley used her incredible strength to embrace Emily, rolling over to place her on top. Riley could feel their breasts pressed against each other, and she cupped a hand against Emily’s ass cheek.

Emily placed a leg between Riley’s as she pressed her crotch against her twin sister’s leg. She then leaned in for a kiss.

The two allowed their swirl of emotions to be swallowed up by their passion. Riley explored Emily’s body, and Emily guided her older sister, teaching her the secrets of her body.

***

Emily awoke to find herself alone in bed.

As she started to remember the night before, she reached for a pillow to hide her blushing face. She then shouted into her pillow, “I fell asleep!!!”

The swirl of emotions returned to grip Emily’s heart. She rolled back and forth in bed, trying to shake them off.

I probably passed out right on top of him! In the middle of the bed! Of course, he wouldn’t be here when I woke up! Emily, you idiot!

Emily hugged her pillow as she rolled, eventually falling off her bed and crashing to the floor.

“... ow…”

“Are you okay in here?”

Emily looked up to see her big sister standing in the doorway. She had changed out of her nighty and was wearing one of Emily’s one-piece dressed with an apron over it.

“You’re… still here?” Emily managed to mutter as she noticed a spatula in Riley’s hand and the smell of eggs spilling in from the kitchen.

Riley had a big smile on her face. “Of course I am. I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Author's Note: Emily's Breasts aren't necessarily larger than Daphnee's. The problem is their underbust. Emily is 28 (71cm) while Daphnee is a 27 (68.5cm). Rodger finds them both to be a handful.