Switching Places

Ellie has been asked to switch places with her identical twin Madison before, but never like this! Madison has a lost a bet, and now she's supposed to spend the night with Dustin, the guy that Ellie has been crushing on for a long time. For that reason, she's willing to pretend she's someone else, if it means that he'll look at her as something more than just a friend. Even if only for one night. But Ellie's pretense doesn't go as planned, and Dustin has some secrets he's been keeping about which of the twins he really wants...

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“You’re the one who made this bet, Madison.” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible but it wasn’t easy to control my temper. My sister, my identical twin sister, was the one person who was always able to get under my skin like no other. “You’re the one who should pay up.”

“Oh, come on, Ellie. It’s not like we haven’t traded places before.”

True. But none of those situations had been anything like this. Now that she’d lost her bet, she was supposed to spend the night with Dustin. He was a senior at the university like we were, and in my personal opinion, one of the hottest guys on campus. And though my pussy grew wet at the thought of taking my sister’s place with him, I wasn’t so certain I could bear being with him and having him think I was her. “But, I—”

“You know I’ll make it up to you later.”

“That isn’t the point.” I could’ve reminded her, again, of how this was her particular obligation to fulfill. I thought I had a better argument. One that she might actually have to listen to. “You know he’s one of the few people who can tell us apart.” And it still hurt to know that I wasn’t the twin that he had chosen. That he was interested in.

“Oh, that.” Madison dismissed the argument with a fluttering wave of her hand. “That’s only an issue when you choose to dress like a prude.”

I wasn’t prudish. I simply had a very different idea about what was in appropriate amount of skin to be shown during my college classes than my sister did. But that was another pointless argument to attempt. “Why are you trying to get out of this, anyway? I thought you liked him.”

“I didn’t tell you the rest of the bet, did I? It’s not just spending the night. It’s the fact that I’ve agreed to do so without protection. And this is a very bad time for that.”

“It’s a bad time for me too.” Ever since puberty, our cycles had been in sync, and it seemed they still were despite the fact that we were no longer living together. And like my twin, I couldn’t afford the monthly expense of birth control pills.

“This will take care of that.” She slid over a white paper bag, of the sort that the pharmacy just off campus used. I glanced inside. And the contents were the last thing that I had expected, considering the conversation we just been having: emergency contraception, a.k.a. ‘the morning after’ pill.

“If you have this, then why is it a bad time?” I knew why this was essentially their last chance to get together. With the semester nearly over and graduation just a couple of weeks away, it wasn’t as if there was a whole lot of free time for any of us. And I got the sense that Madison didn’t really want to see Dustin after we all left university. “Just what are you up to, little sister?”

She grimaced. I knew how much she hated being called that. Hated being reminded that I was actually ten minutes older than she was. “Well you know there’s no way to reschedule, but something else came up. And I don’t want to cancel or he’ll accuse me of trying to weasel out of my bet just as you are now.”

“It’s not accusing. It’s just pointing out the obvious.”