Mom and dad fought over us viciously until some son-of-a-bitch divorce judge split me and my twin sister, I went to dad, she to mom. We were property,... like furniture or cars. Dad got the Harley and boy; mom got the Ford and girl. We grew up apart, only occasionally getting the opportunity to be together during summer breaks, or maybe on one of the big holidays. Even though we were twins I really didn’t know her; what she was like, how she thought, what she did. When one of us kids went to visit. She tied the other stocking to the handrail. Her skirt landed on the steps half way up. At the top of the stairs, she paused, then slipped off her black lace hipster panties and placed them on the banister-knob. Her bra, also black lace landed on the floor near the bedroom.Karenne piled up the bed-covers and got comfortable on her back, bent her knees and let her legs fall open. She began idly touching, wondering if she should let hubby "catch" her or if she should send him a pic and beg him to. I mean, my chest was getting kind offleshy here and there.But Sharon didn't seem to notice or mind that I was getting flabby asfast as she was getting firm, so I didn't let myself worry about it.When the thesis was done, I'd start working out again - maybe even withSharon's weights. Little did I know that these changes were all part ofher revenge - ever since we moved into the new house, she'd been lacingmy orange juice with high doses of female hormones and tranquilizers.She didn't drink. That was almost six months ago, somehow she had learned out that I was house hunting. Dick and me owned an apartment, but it was on the wrong side of the town. Nothing was really bad about the neighborhood. But both of us had to maneuver THROUGH the city to get to work. The commute for Dick had gotten worse since he moved to the current job a couple of months ago.We had been talking about getting a bigger house, maybe one with a yard. The process has been pretty stressful. It seemed anything we.