Topic: TWINNED (Part 2) | |
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_________________________________________________________________________________ If ever challenged to guess what it was, (when you’d been told that Marjorie was “very special and unusual”), the last thing you could ever have considered, would be “A MAN”! Anyone acquainted with the sisters who might fancy the possibility of a lesbian union, would assume Ursula, (being the marginally less ‘feminine’ of the two), to be the ‘butch’ element. Felicity had noted much earlier on, that they dressed in an almost twin-like way. Marjorie had said that they largely made their clothes themselves, which was why they were often wearing dresses of the same material; but while Ursula’s tended to be somewhat formal and severe, those of Marjorie, (who was slightly the taller of the two), leaned towards the frivolous and flouncy. “AM though,” Marjorie resumed, “is the right word.” “Am?!” David echoed in mock-astonishment. Ursula laughed. It was all going to be worth it, as she had hoped. Their friends were taking it extremely well, and clearly couldn’t wait to hear more. “Yes,” Marjorie went on, (one could not possibly think of her as BEN!), “I could drop my voice a good octave and exhibit my knees, but we both know that you’re going to believe us without the need of a vaudeville show. “Besides which,” Felicity sniped, “you’d probably make a rotten dancer.” One could tell that if there had been a chance of any ice between them, it was totally broken. _____________________________ Apparently about a year and a half into their relationship as man and wife, Ben had become adamant that he needed to prove to Ursula how much he loved her. He had added to this already surprising statement, “though you might not believe me!” Quite taken aback by this, Ursula said she felt sure they had both proved it more than amply to each other; so why change anything? To her slight irritation, he pursued the point. He explained that trying on her clothes was much more than just a cross-dressing session; a great deal more. She remembered, while reacting incredulously to this double-slap, that while dressing, she had sometimes been slightly aware of one or two unfamiliar odours, but had forgotten about it. “But Ben…..what do you mean; what are you talking about?” “I mean, it’s no self-indulgent act, or idiosyncrasy, or, well, attention-getter. "It - it’s….” “Tell me what’s going on Ben. For heaven’s sake tell me.” A long silence from him as he stared at a spot on the carpet close to her feet. Nothing he next said, could have been more surprising, or even jolting. She was to be dumbfounded, transfixed by a combination of shock, bewilderment, and, yes, even hilarity. “It’s……” he stumbled. “It is. It is: YES?” She was urging him on, while hoping that what she now was thinking, simply was not true. Then it came. “It is - loving you so much Ursula, that I, that I…..want to BE you. To BECOME you.” (part 3 follows) ________________________________ [ITCHY MEMORIES are all based on REAL events and people. These short tales are specifically presented on the MINGLE2 COMMUNITY forum. They include: MEXICO, TOPPED, STIFFED, BOOMERANGED, DUPED, LYNCHED, WRONG-FOOTED, PRETRAYED, WORDZERKED, DE-RAILED, HOARDED, OVERSTAYED, TWINNED.] ...so far... |
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