1001 Love Stories Darker

Twin

Tim's POV

It's been six months since I officially met Ross and I'm in heaven.

Absolute heaven.

If there was a genuine definition of good twin vs bad twin it would be them.

Because they have nearly the same face but you can't tell by how different they're facial expressions are.

Ross is absolutely great. I don't have to work and I get to stay and his really nice apartment. He spoils me and is so appreciative and gentle.

I've started loving cooking again because when he comes home to dinner he gets so happy and I love it.

He likes to cuddle and I think he just likes my body.

Which makes me happy. I don't feel like I need to loose weight anymore but we do yoga in the mornings.

This is definitely heaven.

I hear his key in the door as I pull off the oven mits and book it to the door and the moment he opens it looking tired I hug him.

"Welcome home." I say looking up at him and he instantly smiles widely.

"God Tim you're the best charger." He says hugging me and I smile.

"I cooked dinner." I say and he hugs me tighter.

"This is heaven." He says mirroring my thoughts and I chuckle.

"I wrote a new poem." I say and his eyes get really big before he smiles really widely.

"I can't wait to hear it." He says and I just hug him again.

"Ross you're as good as Ryan was bad." I say and he smiles.

But there's one thing that I can't get used too with Ross.

He likes to dress me.

At first it was little things. Like buying me new pjs or special things for sexy time.

But slowly I've gained a collection of clothes that are all slightly feminine.

Shorts and crop tops. Even lingerie, and jewelry.

I've heard about things like this. Straight guys think they can be with a guy but subconsciously they still want a woman.

Sex is better when I wear lingerie, he get happier when I wear feminine outfits.

The thought slowly scares me because what will I do when these clothes aren't enough and he wants to go back to women. I don't want to loose him. I can't loose him.

I sat in the living room looking through some female clothing shop imagining myself in all of the shorts and tops.

If I start dressing more like a girl it'll only speed up the process.

But if I refused he might dumb me right away.

I guess the only thing I can do is play things out to their conclusion. Even if he dumps me down the line.

Suddenly there's a knock of the door and I get up to answer it.

"Package for Tim Morgue." He says and I nod confused because I didn't order anything but I take it anyways.

I take the box and close the door before setting it down and opening it.

Inside there was yet even more clothes all cute and girly.

I frown feeling my heart hurt a little bit that he wanted a girl and not me, because if he didn't want me, eventually he'll leave me. And another woman would be a better housewife then me.