Day 1 of “Operation ‘Get Out!’” as she called it. Samantha got up this morning and threw on a minikirt, a low-cut top, and put her hair up in side ponytails. It was all so odd watching the body I used to claim as my own do things I had no control over. Not to mention I had to wait for her to look in the mirror before I could see what she chose to wear. She did that on purpose.

Like it, Sam?

I don’t know. I guess…

What do you mean? You’re supposed to give me advice on how I dress!

Huh?

Well, gay guys have good style. Everyone knows that!

Wait, since when was I declared gay?

Well, while I was locked away in this head of “ours” she hated saying that but I wouldn’t let her say it was all hers,
there were occasions when I slipped out of the darkness enough to see what you saw.

Oh no. You caught me staring at the twins, didn’t you?

Big time. But I don’t blame you. They’re hot. And you get two for the price of one with those boys. Don’t worry I’ll make them ours.