Twin Swap

I stop in my favorite coffee shop like I always do before heading to work. It's a semi-busy place and a little expensive, but the coffee is so good it's worth it. There is a decently sized line when I enter.

When it's finally my turn, the barista asks, "What can I get you Ma'am?"

I sigh. This always happens. I have long black hair and people always tell me I have a cute, pretty face. My long eyelashes don't help either. "I'm a man," I say.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she says.

"Not a big deal," I say and I tell her my order.

I stand off to the side as I wait for my order. I'm still a bit embarrassed about the mistaken gender from earlier. My wife tells me that if I care so much I should just get a haircut, but I like having long hair. I have a men's suit on. I thought that'd be enough, but clearly I was wrong.

"Order for Robin," someone calls.

As I head up to grab my order, another person's order gets called, "Order for Riley."

I grab my order and when I turn around it's like looking in a mirror. The only thing that's different is she is obviously female. I can see the outline of her large breasts through her blouse. She and I just stare at each other for a moment. Without a word, she grabs her coffee, and the two of us go and sit down at a table.

"I can't believe how similar we look," she says.

"Yeah, it's unbelievable," I say, "I'm adopted. Are you?"

"Yes," she says, "Are you thinking the same thing? That we're related?"

"We very easily could be," I say.

"I know, let's do one of those 23 and me things," she says, "Or ancestry.com. Either way, let's do one of them and it could tell us if we're related."

"Sure," I say, "I'm Robin." I give her my number.

She takes it and texts me, 'This is Riley.'

We say goodbye and head our separate ways. At work I can't stop thinking about it. When I get home, I refrain from telling my wife in case it doesn't go anywhere. I do the ancestry thing in secret.

For the next six weeks I just live my life like normal. My job is pretty easy. I spend all day in an office crunching numbers with AI assisting me. It's so easy that I often wonder why I spent so much money and time in college. I bet anyone could do it.

I finally get the results back. It confirms that not only are Riley and I related, we are twins. I text her this information and she texts back that she got the exact same results. We agree to meet at that same coffee shop to talk.

The next day, at the coffee shop, we meet up and sit down at a table. I say, "It's so crazy. I had no idea I had a long lost twin."

"Me neither," she says, "It's also uncanny how similar we look."

"Yeah," I say.

"Actually, it gives me an idea," she says. She makes a wicked grin and says, "We could swap lives."

"What?!" I ask.

"We look so similar," she says, "It would be easy to pass as one another."

"But you're a woman," I say. I don't say it out loud, but I do look at her breasts. That's the one big difference between us, that anyone could spot from just a glance.

She can tell I'm looking and says, "Don't worry about my girls. I know exactly how to make this work."

"Even so," I say, "I don't want to swap lives with you." Even though I say this to her, I can't help but be intrigued by the idea.

"Don't lie," she says, "I can tell you like the idea."

"Well, maybe," I say.

"Don't hold back," she says, "We're twins, after all. If I want to do it, I bet you do, too.

"Fine, you're right," I say, "I'm interested."

"Great," she says, "There's this Spa I go to. It's called Renewal Retreat. I'll make our appointments. I'll text you the address and what date to meet me there. By the way, you have a family?"

"It's just me and my wife, Layne," I say.

"I've got a husband. Darren, and two kids. A son, Eugene, and a young daughter, Averi," she says, "This should go without saying, but don't tell your wife anything. This will only work if we keep our families in the dark."

"Right," I say.

"When I text you the date, you'll need to take that day of work off," she says.

"Okay," I say, "If that's it, I better get to work."

"See you at the spa then," she says.

We say our goodbyes and I head to work. A little later she texts me the details about the appointment and the address of the place. I request that day off of work. It's not that far away and the days in between go by quickly.

When the day of the appointment arrives, I act as if I'm heading to work like normal. I even dress in one of my blue business suits so as not to make my wife suspicious. The drive there is easy. The building looks like a very stereotypical spa. I go into the lobby and see Riley is already there waiting for me. She is wearing a white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and black four inch heels.

"Hi," she says as I walk up to her, "We won't have to wait long before they take us."

"You still haven't told me why we're here," I say, "What's the point of these appointments?"

"You'll see," she says, "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

I should probably question her more, but I feel like I can trust her. Maybe it's because we're related or maybe it's because we're specifically twins. I just feel a connection with her.

Riley's name gets called and she follows a female masseuse further into the building. A few moments later my name is called and I, too, follow a female masseuse further into the building.

As we walk she says, "Hi, I'm Roselyn. I'll be your masseuse today. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I say, "A little nervous maybe."

"Don't worry," she says, "Not to brag, but I'm very good. You'll be relaxed in no time."

"I'm Robin, by the way," I say.

The room we arrive at is lit only by candles. There is a counter with many different lotions. I don't recognize any of them. It's not saying much though, I don't use lotions very often. In the center of the room is a black massage table.

"I'll need you to undress and lie face down on the table," she says.

I feel a little self conscious as I strip down to my underwear.

"You'll need to remove your underwear too," she says.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yes," she says, "We find it is most relaxing when completely nude."

I'm not sure I should take her word for it, but Riley was the one who suggested this place. She must have known about this and is naked right now with her masseuse. I decide to trust Riley again and I remove my underwear. I do cup my junk with my hands, though.

"You can lie face down on the table now," she says.

I lay down on the table like she said and put my face in the groove. Then, without a word, she puts some lotion on my back and starts the massage. It feels really nice. When she's done with my back, she massages my arms and legs while lathering them with the same lotion. To my surprise she spreads the lotion over my butt too. She leaves me alone for a moment before coming back and using paper towels to wipe away all of the lotion.

"Okay, turn around," she says.

I lie face up now.

"Close your eyes,' she says. I see her holding those cucumber eye masks. I close my eyes and let her place them on top. "This will help exfoliate your eyelids," she explains.

She starts spreading the lotion over my chest. She works her way down to my stomach, but stops before my crotch. She goes back up and spreads it over my face. To an even bigger surprise, she goes back down and starts spreading the lotion over my crotch.

I try to protest, but she just puts a finger to my lips and says, "Shhhh. Just relax."

While her hands spread the lotion on my penis and testicles I start to get an erection. She ignores it, seemingly content with just lathering me with the lotion. From here, I feel her pour even more lotion onto my chest. It feels different, almost jelly-like. It's heavier than the lotion she had been using so far.

"Don't worry," she says, "You're in very good hands. You aren't the first man I've done this with."

I don't understand what she means, but if she says I shouldn't worry then I won't.

I can't tell exactly what she is doing, but it seems like she is moving the jelly-like lotion around a lot. It's as if she is molding it. It feels strange, but also nice. She spends a while doing this before pouring even more of the jelly-like lotion onto my neck. She spends a while moving it around and molding it too.

"We're almost done," she says, "You just need to stay there like that for a half hour. Make sure not to speak or you'll ruin what I just did to your neck."

I just nod my head. I'm not sure what, exactly, is setting, but I just assume it's part of the process. She walks out of the room as I try to relax. It's pretty easy. The massage was so good. My body feels so loose and light.

I hear her return so I assume it's been half an hour. She walks over to me and removes the cucumber eye masks. Curious about what she was doing earlier, I look down at my chest. I see two large breasts.

"Did I do a good job?" she asks.

I don't answer her. Why do I have breasts?! I don't understand. I look at her and she is expecting an answer. I realize that she thinks I asked for this. That I went into this appointment knowing this would happen. Wait. Riley must have known this would happen. This was to give me breasts that are exactly the same as hers.

Out loud, I say, "Yes." My voice sounds strange. It's much higher pitched. In fact, it sounds exactly like Riley's voice.

Roselyn notices my confusion at the sound of my voice and misunderstands, "People are always surprised by the sound of their changed voice. You'll get used to it."

I just nod my head. Why did my voice change? Was it because of what she did to my neck? How is any of this possible? I'll need to ask Riley.

Roselyn takes a close look at me and says, "You know, you have a great figure for this. I can see why you didn't want to change your butt at all. It's already nice and big."

I blush a little. It feels inappropriate for her to comment on my butt like that, but she did touch my penis so I let it slide.

She looks at me even closer and says, "In fact, you remind me of a woman I know."

"Well, I have a sister named Riley," I say.

"Oh my god," she says, "I totally see the resemblance. Riley's a good friend of mine, but she's never told me that she has a brother."

"It's complicated," I say.

"Oh," she says, "In that case, I won't ask you. I'll just have to ask Riley about it the next time I see her."

Roselyn hands me a robe and says, "I'm glad I was the one who could do this for you. Follow me to the sauna. You can relax there for a bit before you leave. Your clothes will be put in locker 57 for when you're done."

When we get to the sauna room she says, "It's co-ed, but I'm going to warn you. If we get even one complaint you'll get a lifetime ban."

I nod my head and enter the sauna. I walk inside and see that Riley is already there. She waves at me. I walk over and sit next to hear.

"Hey bro," she says and laughs. Her voice is deeper and sounds exactly like mine used to. I even see an adam's apple on her neck. "It's still weird saying that. Although, maybe I should have said sis." She points to the outline of my new breasts.

"What is this place?" I ask, "How is this possible? These breasts feel real and my voice sounds like yours and yours sounds like mine."

"That's not all," she says and she quickly flashes me her chest. Her breasts are gone. She is flat chested. She covers herself and says, "This place is experimenting with special stem cells. These cells can alter people. It's still very experimental though. It has many limitations. They can't alter genitals or regrow limbs. Though, those are things they hope to be able to do someday."

"So that's why I have breasts?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says, "Breasts, an Adam's apple, a voice box. Those things they can change, but just so you know that's not the reason you're hairless."

"What?" I ask. I look at my body. She's right. I'm completely hairless.

"Oh, you didn't notice?" she asks, "Well, it was part of the appointment. The lotion that was used should keep you hairless for about a year."

"A year?!" I ask.

"Don't be so dramatic," she says, "A year isn't that long. Besides, I get it done so I don't have to shave my legs."

"What will my wife say?" I ask.

"Don't worry," she says, "I'll just tell her that I decided to go smooth."

"I have to ask," I say, "How come I don't know about any of this?"

"LIke I said. It's still in its early days," she says. She looks a little guilty and says, "It also hasn't been FDA approved yet."

"Should I be worried?" I ask.

"No," she says, "I've used it before and I'm fine. You're my twin so I'm sure you'll be fine too."

"Well, I feel fine so I guess you're right," I say, "By the way, my masseuse was Roselyn. You'll have to explain this to her at some point. She was really curious."

"Sure," she says, "Well, we've been in here long enough. Let's go."

I follow her to two locker rooms, one for men and one for women. Before we enter she stops me and says, "We'll be leaving dressed as each other. So grab your clothes and meet me back here."

I go into the locker room and hope no one notices my breasts and thinks I'm in the wrong place. I head to locker 57 and find my clothes there. I grab them and head back out of the locker room. Riley exits her locker room shortly after. We swap clothes, but as I head back to the guys she stops me and points towards the women's locker room.

"We are going to exit dressed as each other," she says, "We can't have a man exiting the women's locker room or a woman exiting the men's."

She has a point. We look like the opposite gender from a glance right now. It will seem like that even more when we put each other's clothes on. So I head into the women's locker room with her clothes.

I put her clothes down on a bench in the locker room. I grab her panties and, so no one sees my penis, I put them on while I'm still wearing the robe. The panties feel tight on my five inch penis. I take the robe off now. I start to put her bra on, but struggle. A woman walks by me and gives me a strange look. I just smile at her, hoping she doesn't notice the bulge in my panties.

Thankfully, she moves on as I finally figure out the bra. My new breasts feel nice and comfortable in it. It makes sense, they are exactly the same size as Riley's were. From here it's simple enough to put on Riley's white blouse, black pencil skirt, and four inch black heels. What's not simple is walking in those heels.

I've never done it before so when I take my first step I stumble, but catch myself. I go a lot slower as I slowly get used to walking in them. When I exit the locker room I see Riley is in the lobby waiting for me. When she sees me she starts to leave the building. I'm still moving slowly so she easily exits the building before I reach her.

When I exit the building I see Riley standing by our cars. I carefully walk over to her. Now completely out in the open, I feel very self-conscious about the way I'm dressed.

When I reach her I ask, "Did you really have to wear a skirt and heels?"

She laughs and says, "Get in. I need to put some makeup on you."

"Fine," I whine.

"Watch me do this because you're going to have to do this on your own," she says, "I always put this much on before work."

She gets in the driver side of her car and I get in the passenger side. She takes her purse and grabs some makeup supplies from it. She puts some blush on my face to make my face look softer, some mascara to accentuate my long lashes, and red lipstick.

Now that she's done she says, "We still have a few hours before we'd naturally come home from work. Let's use that time to get each other up to speed on each other's lives as much as possible."

*****

I park Riley's car in her garage. I'm a bit nervous about this, but also really excited. Maybe I should also feel guilty, but the excitement is too overwhelming. I'm sure when this is over we'll all just laugh about it.

I walk through her garage and enter her home. I see three pairs of shoes already there. Tough looking boots, normal sneakers, and tiny pink sneakers. I take my heels off and leave them with the other shoes.

As soon as I enter Riley's four year old daughter runs up to me yelling, "Mommy!"

She hugs my legs briefly, and I say, "Hello sweetie." She looks up at me, gives me a smile, runs off, and goes back to playing with her toys.

From the top of the stairs I see Riley's nine year old son. When he sees me he gives a curt, "Hey, Mom."

"Hi, Eugene," I say back to him.

He walks out of sight, I assume back to his room. As I walk further into the house I hear and smell the sounds of cooking. That must be Riley's husband. He's the one who picks up the kid, Eugen from school and Averi from preschool. He's also the one who cooks dinner as Riley is an awful cook and always arrives home after him anyways.

When I get closer I see him exit the kitchen. He is a big strong-looking handsome man with short brown hair. When he sees me he smiles, walks right up to me, and kisses me on the lips. I'm not prepared, but I know if I act like I'm not into it he'll get suspicious. So, after a brief second to calm down, I return his passionate kiss with my own enthusiasm.

When we finally stop, he says, "Dinner is almost ready." He walks back into the kitchen. I walk upstairs to the master bedroom, thinking about what I just did. Again, any feeling of guilt is completely overshadowed by the rush of him not knowing who I really am. I find myself getting a half-erection. I chock it up to the rush. There is no way his amazing passionate kiss is the reason.

I take off my blouse and skirt and just stand there in my underwear. I remove the bra and just let my new breasts jiggle freely. Man, having these large DDD breasts is going to take some getting used too. I briefly lift one. I still can't believe that they're real.

I put on a simple pair of sweats and a T-shirt. I head back down to the kitchen for dinner. Riley's kids join me at the table. Not long after, Darren serves the food. As we eat, the kids talk about their day. Averi, very enthusiastically, tells me all about her day at preschool. Eugene is more reserved, but he tells a few tidbits about his day. While they aren't really my kids, they are my niece and nephew, so it is interesting to learn a bit about them.

When dinner is over, I help Darren clean up. From here we head to the living room and just relax while watching some TV. Soon enough we head off to bed. As to not raise any suspicion, I sit down in the bathroom when I pee. I also change into one of Riley's nightgowns with my back to Darren so he won't be able to see the bulge in my panties. Darren takes his shirt and pants off so he is just in his boxers. I can see his toned body perfectly.

I get in bed and he gets in after. He starts to cuddle with me and he puts his arm over me. He only lets it stay there for a moment before he reaches into my nightgown and starts groping one of my breasts. It feels really nice, but I can't let it go any further.

I think of a lie and say, "Darren, stop. I'm not in the mood tonight. Sorry."

I'm afraid that he is going to be pushy, but he removes his hand and says, "Okay. Sorry, babe." He goes back to just leaving his arm on me.

*****

When I wake up in the morning I am alone. I know from Riley that Darren and the kids get up much earlier than me. He drops them off at school and preschool before heading to his job as a construction manager. Riley told me that he goes from site to site overseeing many projects.

I need to get ready for Riley's job so I remove my nightgown and head into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and remove my panties. Once in the shower, I start lathering myself with body wash. As I touch my new breasts, I try repeating the same motion Darren had been doing to me last night. The feeling is so nice that I get an erection. With one hand on my breast and another stroking my dick, I cum.