Twisted Wishes: Sharing Everything Part 2

Kiki here, formerly Kiera and Colton, but it's Kiera writing this.  It's been 8 whole years since we were reborn into our new life, and we've adapted as well as we can.

We never did learn how to walk.  Things like eating and drinking were easy enough to figure out, but the coordination needed to move our legs without messing up and falling over proved too difficult for us.  Thus, we've been confined to a wheelchair since age 3, with each increase in size being an event nearly as important as our birthday.  It was lucky we were at least able to learn how to coordinate our arms to move the wheels, but we're getting a motorized one soon to make things easier for us.

Getting dressed is a chore in itself, having to rely on feeling the limbs we weren't in control of in order to do the daily task.  I usually let Colton choose our outfits, and he tends to point to our dresses more often than not.  He's adapted well to living as a girl, although it should be said that slipping into a dress is a lot easier for us than putting on a pair of pants.  We can pull our naturally frizzy hair into a ponytail just fine, but Mom has to help us with anything more complicated than that.  Earrings especially necessitate us using our 'help' button.

Oh yeah, we don't really talk.  Each of us controls half of our mouth and tongue, and while eating and drinking are easy enough, speech has proven a near-impossible task.  We communicate more through simplified single-handed sign language and writing down what we want to say.  It's left us without many friends, but few we have are the nicest, most supportive kids you could ever imagine.  I guess it's lucky our body is ambidextrous, because that gives us an avenue to actually communicate.

In our free time in our bedroom, we spend a lot of time at our desk, taking turns writing in our locked diary.  We keep it locked with a password, because if Mom and Dad ever managed to read anything in it, they would see it as the mad ramblings of a person with a split personality.  If they found out, we could end up in a mental ward to be studied due to our bizarre circumstance.

Yesterday, we found out that we had a psychiatrist appointment today.  Our 'disability' was never diagnosed, and it seems like they want to change that.  We know that there isn't a medical reason for our situation, but what are we supposed to write for them?  "Hi, I'm actually two people in one body because we made wishes to an evil genie" won't exactly be taken seriously, especially from an 8-year-old.  Maybe it'll be decided that we're a set of extremely conjoined twins, the likes of which has never been seen before?  Maybe we'll be diagnosed with some extreme psychological disorder that doesn't show up in our brain scans.

Either way, we're not looking forward to this appointment.  It's probably going to substantially change our life, and Colton and I can't really think of a way that this ends well for us.  However, something Colton wrote last night before bed has stuck with me.

'Maybe they can do something to actually fix us.  What if they can do something that gives full control to just one of us, instead of being split down the middle.  Our life as Kiki would be a lot easier that way.'

I had responded with a proposal.  'If that's the case, you can have control.  You were only 7 when this happened to us, and we're eight now.  I've had a full childhood, and you deserve the same, even if it's as a girl.  I'll always be here with you.'

With the thought of our conversation in mind, we rolled our wheelchair out of our room to meet Mom.

Turned out, the appointment wasn't with a normal doctor.

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Hey, Kiki here, even though my name used to be Colton.  Our new mother had figured out our password, and knew a normal psychiatrist couldn't help us.  So, that appointment wasn't with a doctor, but instead a psychic who had experience with victims of the evil genie.  She realized right away that we were two different people, and asked Mom and I to talk to her through our writing.  We explained what was going on, and Mom told her that I was the one who should be in control.  A quick spell later...

I still wish I could talk to her again, but I know this is for the better.  Without her controlling the left half of our body, I'm quickly learning how to walk again, even if I'm still in a wheelchair most of the time.  Relearning how to talk has been going a bit more slowly, but I'm making a lot of progress.

As for being a girl, I'm perfectly fine with it.  After all, I've been Kiki longer than I was Colton, and I find myself choosing more girly outfits over plain shirt-and-pants combos.  Caring for my hair has been a learning experience, it's natural texture a lot different than my old short blonde.  Being African-American instead of white has been a cool change too, and I'm proud of my new heritage.

Mom and Dad are immensely proud of how far I've come since that psychic appointment, and I'm excited for the future.  Turns out, I'm going to be a big sister soon!  I was an only child before, so I can't wait to know what having a sibling is like.  I'm secretly hoping for a sister, so I can show her the wonders of being a girl that I've discovered.

All in all, as twisted as our wishes became, I think things have turned out for the better.  I have a loving family instead of having to live with a father who only ever paid attention to his airheaded girlfriend.  My friend group is expanding now that I'm getting better, and I'm hoping to try out gymnastics once I'm on my own two feet.  And through it all, I know my former mother is still here with me, seeing out of my eyes and sharing in every experience.  I like to think she's proud of me, but I guess there isn't really any way to tell.

This has been Kiki, age 8, signing off.

 

Twisted Wishes: Sharing Everything part 1

  We found the lamp on our way home one day, after I picked up my son, Colton, from his father's house.  The glinting sunlight reflected off of it's red-and-black metal surface caught Colton's eye, and he picked up.  He thought I might be able to sell it for food money, so I graciously took it into my hands.

When my husband divorced me, he took damn near everything I had.  My house, money, car, and Colton himself all passed into his custody, even though HE'S the one that cheated on me.  He had the job, so the court decided our son would be better off living with him and his bimbo girlfriend.  Seriously, even Colton knew he was smarter than that blonde bitch, and he absolutely hated every second of living with the duo.  Unfortunately for him, the court wouldn't take the opinion of a 7-year-old into consideration, so he only got to spend time with his vastly preferred parent for two days every other weekend.

We finally arrived at my apartment, barely paid for by my job at a local convenience store, and Colton and I settled in for a fun night of pizza and board games.  Finally, my son reminded me of the lamp we had found.

"Say, Mom, that thing looks kinda like a genie lamp.  Maybe if you rub it, a real live genie'll come out!"  The kid may have been smart, but he was still a child with a wild imagination.  Still, I decided to humor him.

"Who knows?" I started, grabbing the elegant black handle.  "Guess we'll never know if we don't try, eh?"  I gave the lamp an enthusiastic rub, playing up the act for my child's entertainment.

Imagine my shock, and Colton's excitement, when an actual genie came out of the lamp!  He looked like an extremely muscular grey-skinned man, much more intimidating than the 30-year-old woman and 7-year-old boy who had summoned him.

"Greetings, mistress and young master," the genie announced in a loud, booming voice.  "You have summoned me from my long slumber.  As a reward, you each will be granted one wish."

"Only one?  Huh, that's weird..." Colton muttered under his breath, before he practically shouted his wish at the genie.  "I wish I could stay with Mom and never have to see Dad again!"

"Hmm..." began the genie, clearly thinking to himself.  "What about you, Mistress?"

I thought about it for a few seconds.  Colton clearly had this wish in mind for a long time, so my wish had to be good.  Finally, I came to a decision.  "I wish I could share in everything as Colton grows, without us struggling like I am now."  There, that should be fine, right?

Suddenly, the genie broke out in laughter.  "Truly unique and selfless wishes, from the both of you!"  I really didn't like the tone his voice was taking...  "Your wishes are my commands, Mistress and Master."  With that, he snapped his fingers, and... to the outside world, a mother and son vanished, completely erased from reality.

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"Come on honey, just a few more pushes!" is how the muffled voice welcomed me to my new existence.  My surroundings were dark and slimy, and I felt the fleshy walls slide past me.  An unholy screech rang out, becoming less muffled as I slid further along.  I felt cool air on the top of my head, and the voice rang out again, much clearer this time.  "That's it babe, just one more!"  It was a man's voice I was hearing, clearly trying to encourage someone.  It sounded like someone was giving birth.  Why was I in the vicinity, then?

As I felt a gloved hand cup the top of my head, I became more and more exposed to the air.  My skin was moist with... something... and frankly I was freezing.  I felt my emotions well up, and against my will, I instinctively started crying.

However, it wasn't the wail of a grown woman.  My own infantile shrieking clued me in on what was going on:  The genie had forced me into a brand new body, and I had just been born.  I had been pushed out of some stranger's vagina, and now I was being wrapped in an incredibly soft pink blanket.  I must not have noticed my umbilical cord being cut, since I hadn't opened my eyes yet.  The giant blanket soothed my crying, and as I was engulfed in someone's arms - likely my new mother's - I became silent.

I felt something bump against my lips, and my mouth opened itself.  I started suckling on instinct, and I tasted the warm breast milk entering my mouth.  As I slowly drifted off to a confused sleep, my eyes opened slightly for a fraction of a second, and I saw the dark brown breast I was breastfeeding from.  It was more than double the size of my head!  My eyes closed again, and I wondered what had happened to Colton as I fell asleep in my new mother's arms.

Waking up some time later, I discovered that I was not, in fact, dreaming.  I was clutched in my new mother's arms, and I got a better look at her.  She was clearly African-American, her frizzy hair having been pulled into a rough ponytail.  The giant woman looked down at me with complete adoration.  "How's my little Kiki this morning?" she cooed, informing me of my new name.  "Time for breakfast!"  She raised me to her bare breast, and I was breastfed once again.  Was this really my life now?  That of some stranger's newborn daughter, to be coddled and breastfed day after day until I could handle solid food?  I was supposed to be an independent woman, not a helpless infant not even a day old!  And where was Colton?!

I finally got my answer as I felt my right arm reach around my new mother's breast.  'Wait, I didn't do that...' I thought to myself.  Experimentally, I successfully reached out with my left arm, but I couldn't make the right one budge.  It was moving of it's own volition, as was my left leg.  I thought back to the wishes that Colton and I had made, and suddenly everything made perfect sense.

My right half wasn't just moving on it's own; Colton was the one doing it.  In granting our wishes, we had been placed into a single baby girl's body, with control split between us.  We couldn't hear each other's thoughts, and our body was prone to acting on instinct, which explained why it took me so long to figure it out.  He would stay with me and never have to see his father, and I would share in every experience, all because we were now the same person.

How was Colton feeling about all this?  Not only was our new body an infant, but we were also a girl.  He must've figured that out by now, with how much of our surroundings were a muted pink color (although only muted because of our own underdeveloped eyes).  Had he figured out where I was?  And had he thought of what our future would entail?

For the time being, we suckled from our mother's breast.  Her milk would be the only sustenance we could handle for a few months.  The adults around us would assume we couldn't understand anything they said, unaware of the truth of our situation.  A wet feeling on our behind reminded me that we were wearing a diaper, and would be dependent on them for at least a few years.

I had been checked out mentally for a few minutes, but I was shaken out of my reverie when I heard our mother speak up.  "Why isn't she moving her left side?  It's almost like the two sides are separate...  I should probably talk to the doctor about that..."

Oh crap.  With our new body under our split control, Colton and I would have to learn how to work together with little-to-no communication between us.  How would we learn to walk?  Heck, even crawling might be too complicated for us...  I started paying more attention, and tried my best to make my movements make sense compared to Colton's.  I saw our right arm's motions slow down, telling me he had figured out the same thing.

Our attempts at acting like a single person didn't work.  It was obvious something weird was going on, and no amount of effort on our part was going to change that.  The doctor figured out that our two sides operated independently, and plans were quickly made to accommodate the odd disability.  As 'Mom' and the doctors discussed our future, we laid on our left side on the table.  Colton's hand reached for the stuffed rabbit we were given after our first two weeks, and my hand curled into a fist in our mouth.  The world saw us as a baby, why should we act like anything different?  It was comforting to us, as our bizarre shared life was just beginning...

Twisted Wishes: Together Forever

  It was a perfectly normal day in mid-October when it happened.  I was hanging out with my girlfriend Lacey after a long day at our community college.  We were walking back to our dorm room when I noticed the lamp almost out of sight behind a tree, the red and black metal standing out against the surrounding greenery.  On a whim, I picked it up so I could have it appraised later.  It looked a bit dirty, so I tried to rub off some of the dirt.  Imagine our surprise and delight when the grey-skinned genie suddenly appeared before our eyes!

"Greetings, young mistresses," the genie began, the term 'mistresses' making the two of us giggle lightly to each other.  "You have done well to find my lamp.  I will grant you one wish."

"Wait, only one?" Lacey asked, confused that we weren't getting three wishes each.

"Yes, one," the genie replied, seemingly mildly annoyed.  "And that's one wish for both of you to make together.  I have been found my many recently, and I have not had the chance to recharge my powers."  To me, it looked like he was making up an excuse, but I wasn't going to question him.  Who knows what he could do to us if we pissed him off.

Lacey and I looked at each other, already knowing what our wish would be.  Our relationship was fairly secret, our respective families not being overly accepting of anything LGBTQ+.  My highly bigoted parents didn't even like the fact that I was friends with someone who wasn't white, so how would they react if they they found out I, their own daughter Scarlet, was dating a girl of Vietnamese descent?  Looking into each other's eyes, Lacey and I made our most heartfelt wish.

"We wish we could be together forever!" we said in perfect unison.  There was absolutely no way THAT wish could be taken the wrong way!

The genie looked thoughtful.  "Hmm... Out of curiosity, what are your names, mistresses?" he asked.

"Uh, Scarlet and Lacey?" I answered, suddenly nervous.  Why would he need to know our names to grant our wish?

He smiled, rather more sinister than I would have liked.  "What gorgeous names.  Makes my job a lot easier, too.  Hope you enjoy your new lives!"  He snapped his fingers, and everything went black.

"You'll certainly be together forever," his voice floated through our minds.  "You might not like what that entails..."

I woke up, but that didn't mean I could see anything.  In fact, it didn't feel like I opened my eyes at all.  Actually, did I even have eyes at all?  Why did my body feel so weird?  And where was Lacey?

'Ugh, what happened?' I heard my girlfriend's voice in my mind.  So we could communicate through telepathy now.  'Where am I?'

'Lacey!  Where are you?' I thought out to her.  'I can't move, and it's dark everywhere.'

'Scarlet!'  I could hear the relief in her voice, although still laced with panic.  'I can't see anything either, and... WHY AM I PARALYZED?!?'

'Would you quiet down Lacey?!  We're talking in our minds, you don't have to shout!'

'Sorry babe...' Lacey replied sincerely, her voice still wavering with fright.  Her anxiety wasn't going to make this easy on her.

'Alright Lace, let's focus,' I said, trying to sound comforting.  'Can you feel anything?  Maybe that'll give us some clues.'

'Umm... I guess there's something soft touching me... is it above or below me... I can't really tell... Fuck, my body feels so weird...'  Interestingly, what she was saying perfectly matched what I was feeling.  It was like we were in the exact same place.

'Okay, I'm feeling the same things, so we must be pretty close to each other,' I told her, knowing that knowledge would probably help her mental state.

'Also, I feel... flat?' she continued.  'Is that what this feeling is?  How would I know what feeling flat is like?  Don't answer that,' she quickly added, knowing full well I liked teasing her about her rather small chest.  Good, she's cracking jokes at least...

'Well, I feel flat too, whatever that means,' I said, just happy Lacey's mood seemed to be improving regardless of whatever potentially horrific situation we were in.

'AHHH!  WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?' Lacey screamed suddenly, reacting to the thumping noises somewhere near us, getting louder as they approached our location.  Her screaming continued as our location suddenly shifted, and light flooded into our eyes.  'WHY THE FUCKING GIANTESS AND she's kinda hot actually...'  Classic Lacey, freaking out about things before noticing an attractive person.  I couldn't see what she was seeing, but I definitely felt the enormous fingers grab my... leg?  Arm?  Fuck, I couldn't make heads or tails of my body, but the giant fingers lifted me out of what turned out to be an underwear drawer.  How was I small enough to fit inside a drawer, and how was Lacey apparently going through the exact same things I was while seeing a giant attractive woman?

Then my vision swung around, and a lot of things suddenly made more sense.  There she was, a gigantic Hispanic woman holding me by the... uh, appendage... and Lacey complained that her vision wasn't facing the giantess anymore.  It was clear to me now that Lacey and I weren't exactly human anymore, and we were somehow sharing a single form.  Our vision was on opposite sides of whatever we had been turned into, and judging by the thin red straps I saw in my peripheral, I finally figured out what we were.  I geared myself up to reveal the truth to my anxiety-riddled girlfriend turned bodymate.

'Lacey, would you stop screaming for a second?!' I said, perhaps louder than I wanted to as we suddenly sailed through the air, landing softly on a plush blanket on the giantess' bed.  'I figured out what's going on!'  Lacey finally quieted down, her vision likely trapped against the blanket as I watched the woman continue grabbing clothes from her dresser that we were trapped in less than a minute ago.  'The genie granted our wish by turning us into a fucking thong, and we're sharing a body so we'll be together forever.  I think my vision is in the back, and yours is in the front.'  Lacey was quiet, letting the information sink in.  I continued before she could start freaking out again, having witnessed a bra landing near us that would match us perfectly.  'We're a lacey scarlet thong, which is why he asked us our names.  This Hispanic giantess is our owner, and I don't think she's getting dressed for work...'  The only other thing our new owner had retrieved was a black pair of 5 inch heels, muttering something in Spanish I couldn't understand.

Lacey's screaming continued when our Latina goddess' fingers grabbed us by the sides, lifting us from the bed and lowering us toward the floor.  I decided there really wasn't anything I could do to comfort her anymore as one light tan foot stepped through our left leg hole, followed by the right.  We were suddenly rocketed up her smooth, recently shaved legs toward her crotch, and with a tug and a light snap, we were held in place by our owner's hips.  Now plastered against the foreign woman's ass and vagina, I found my vision quickly sinking between her ass cheeks.  Lacey's vision would be coming from the crotch area, so at least she could see more than I could.  Although, feeling the woman's obvious excitement soaking into the crotch panel, I wondered which of us actually had it worse.

My vision expanded a bit as our owner bent slightly to pick up our matching bra, then my sight was eclipsed by the massive tan cheeks once again as she straightened out.  I tried to tune out Lacey's wailing as I felt the giantess go through the motions of strapping the bra to her chest.  Unwilling to tell my girlfriend to shut up, I was allowed a fraction of a second of vision as the Latina stepped into the ridiculous-yet-sexy heels.  With a practiced sway, we were along for the ride as our wearer walked out of the room.  'WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING?!?' Lacey's voice echoed in my head.

'Lacey, I don't know,' I snapped, suddenly silencing her screaming.  'My vision is being rubbed between this woman's ass cheeks, so you know a lot better than I do where we're going!'  I felt bad for snapping at her, but if we were going to be trapped together forever, I was NOT listening to her screaming for all eternity, no matter how much I loved her.  'Try to focus, and tell me what's happening.'

'Umm... we're out of her bedroom...' she started, obviously a lot more timid about talking to me now.  'It's hard to focus when my vision keeps tilting back and forth with every step she takes.  Damn it feels like she has a sexy walk; I just wish I wasn't a fucking scrap of fabric wrapped around her hips so I could - '

'LACEY!' I interrupted.  Even as we were, transformed into a sexy piece of lingerie, my girlfriend was horny as hell.

'Sorry, Scar...' Lacey continued.  'Uh... Looks like we're in a living room?  There's a bunch of decorative signs everywhere, but I think they're all written in Spanish, so I don't know what they say.  Oh, please don't - '  Her commentary was interrupted by our wearer suddenly sitting down on something, probably a couch.  My vision was still stuck in her ass, but I could tell my her motions that she was adopting a pose.  'Uh, Scarlet?  I think she's waiting for someone...'

'Why else would she be wearing us and barely anything else while posed sexily on a couch?' I asked plainly.  On cue, there was a rattling noise that signaled keys being turned in a door, then the squeak of the door being opened.  "¡Dios mío, qué sorpresa más agradable!" I heard a manly voice speak in the distance.  "¿Significa esto que estamos tratando de tener un bebé esta noche?"

'Oh my God, they're straight,' Lacey stated, followed by fake puking noises.  Despite our horrific situation, I found myself laughing at her faux disgust.

"No esta noche," the Latina goddess replied, her voice reverberating through our fragile fabric.  "Ahora."  With that Spanish utterance that neither Lacey nor I could understand, the giantess stood up again, walking toward the man that only Lacey could see.

'No, don't shove my face against his fucking dick!' Lacey shrieked.  'I'm a lesbian!  I don't want anything to do with that thing!!!'  I felt as my backside - our collective front - was pushed against what must have been the man's pants.  The sounds of a Hispanic couple passionately making out reached our non-existent ears, then the woman was slowly pushed toward the couch.  Even larger fingers grabbed our sides, the man beginning to slide us down our owner's legs.  There were quick kicking motions, followed by the thunking noises of the heels landing on the floor.  Fuck, we were just a piece of the massive couple's foreplay, weren't we?

As we were sickeningly peeled away from our wearer's increasingly wet vagina, her juices soaked into the little fabric we were made out of.  I could finally see again, my eyesight having finally been freed from the Latina's ass cheeks, as we quickly slid down her legs.  We landed on the floor with her feet still within us.  That wasn't to last, as she stepped one foot out of our left leg hole, then hooked us on the other foot and sent us flying away.  I figured we were about to land on the floor, but instead, our left leg hole got hooked on the back of our owner's left heel.  Our fabric form settled in its new position, and we were left hanging by a heel while the giant Hispanic couple went at it what seemed like miles away, but was probably closer to a couple feet above us.  Both Lacey and I could see at the same time for once, but thankfully neither of us could see what was happening with the two love-making adults.  We just had to listen to the act from the floor, the woman's bra landing near us and the man's clothing quickly following suit.  Even his tie absolutely dwarfed our thong body...

Lacey was finally calming down now that we weren't in constant motion, although she certainly wasn't thrilled about the sticky fluids slowly drying into our fabric.  Neither was I, but I was choosing to deal with things more silently.  No use complaining about things out loud when my girlfriend/bodymate was the only one who would ever hear me.  Besides, we would have plenty of time to talk and complain.  We DID wish to be together FOREVER, after all.

We ended up hanging on the back of the heel on the floor for the rest of the night, the Hispanic couple having long since retreated to their bedroom for the night, which catches us up to where we are now.  Lacey's still whining about our situation (and the drying vaginal fluid), while I'm trying to get her to be quieter.  I imagine the couple is going at it again in their room, but they're not close enough to us where we can hear them.

Here we hang, in silence and slowly dimming light as the sun sets, nothing but a lacey scarlet thong containing the souls of two college girlfriends fittingly named Lacey and Scarlet.  I guess we'll be thrown in the washing machine tomorrow morning with a bunch of other clothes, then we'll sit in the woman's underwear drawer until she feels frisky enough to wear us again.  If we're lucky, maybe we'll pick up a bit of Spanish before we wear out?  Only time will tell...