Rapid Adjustments

I don’t know how long I stood there, unable to bring myself to move, or speak, or plead.

Five minutes ago everything had been fine… and now… Now I was locked out; thrown out of the house naked by my own parents, the only protection I had in the world was the **** coverage of my white towel.

My skin, damp from the shower, magnified every sensation of the morning breeze. I whimpered, crossing my legs at the thighs as I tried desperately to ignore the teasing sensation of the air against my bare pussy. I pressed myself to the front door as closely as I could, cowering in absolute fear that any one of our neighbours would appear in their front yards any minute and see me…

If my own parents had treated me this way – how was the rest of the world going to react to me now?

I cried. I was scared, alone and feeling very very helpless. My entire life, everything I’d worked for and tried to achieve – my good grades, my college courses… my friends… my future… was it all gone? Just like that?

“Why me?” I sobbed against the door, my knuckles white and arms tired from how tightly I was clutching the towel to myself.

Inside I could hear commotion – my Mom’s voice, then my Dad’s, and then I guess Ben and Megan. They were talking and moving around a lot. One minute I’d hear someone heading up the stairs, the next, someone else was coming down them. Were they just going to leave me out here?

The sound of a car passing caused me to drop to my haunches and close my eyes in terror, pleading that they wouldn’t see me.

Inside I heard Ben and Megan arguing about something, then Mom’s voice. Then more stomping on the stairs.

I gasped and almost toppled back into the house when the front door suddenly opened. Opening my eyes as I managed to catch myself on the door frame, staring at my sister’s feet.

“Megan!” I sobbed, frantic… **** for someone to treat me like a person. Please…

“Alexa, stand up!” My little sister’s voice rung like a bell in my ears and I felt another heaving sob escape my chest as I obeyed her. Though she was only one year younger, Megan was much shorter than me, both of the twins were. But she shared my auburn hair and pale complexion, it would be obvious to anyone that we were sisters… or, I guess… that we used to be.

“Make sure you do it properly!” I heard my Dad’s voice call from inside, “Not like when you only washed the side of my car that was facing the house!”

“God, Dad, OK! I will – just chill!” Megan called back, rolling her eyes.

“I can’t believe I have to be the one to dry you. Like, you got yourself wet; can’t you get yourself dry again?” Megan stepped out onto the front step with me, her hands grabbing at my towel without any thought that I might protest before she started to rub it against me.

“M-Megan… please… please listen to me… something has happened and, I guess… I guess everyone knows but, I need help. Please help me? I’m still me… Can’t we pretend nothing is different?”

She screwed up her face like I’d just insulted her, “Why would I do that?”

I sobbed; gasping as Megan roughly took hold of the front of the towel and **** her hand between my entwined thighs, her hand rubbing the material against my bare pussy. A humiliated, unwanted moan of pleasure escaped my parted lips.

“God, it’s so weird not having an older sister anymore” Megan said, and I could tell she wasn’t really talking to me, she was just thinking out loud.

“I… I’m still here…” I whimpered weakly, clutching at her arm in pleading.

“Oh, I know it’s just… you’re an Alexa so…” Megan trailed off, as though the rest of the sentence should be obvious. And it was, I hated that it was but I knew it just like she did – I was an Alexa, my name, my curse… and because of it, I no longer counted.

“I could… we could… I could change my name though…” I tried, lowering my voice to a whisper as I desperately tried to hold on to some hope, “Then maybe I could…”

Megan burst out laughing, her face lighting up as though what I’d just said was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. I tried to shrink away from her, but she kept a firm grip on my towel.

“Can you imagine?” she said through fits of giggles, “You’re an Alexa… it doesn’t matter what we call you, it doesn’t change what you are. You can call a toaster a dog but it’s not going to play fetch with you!”

I choked back a sob at her words, from her tone I knew she wasn’t trying to be cruel – she was just telling the truth… the new truth.

I continued to whimper quietly, dazed and confused as my younger sister continued to rub the towel against my naked body, drying me as quickly as she could. I was lost in my own day-dream of self-pity when, without warning, Megan suddenly violently yanked the towel away from me.

I shrieked, my hands flying to my breasts and pussy in humiliated panic, crossing my long toned legs at the thighs as I whipped my head left and right. I was naked – outside – in full view of the entire street.

“Megan NO…! I need that!” I moaned, stamping one of my bare feet petulantly, “Please! Please before anyone sees!”

I looked up at my sister in pleading, the warm morning air tickling my naked body. She was just staring back at me in confusion.

“Why? You’re dry now?”

“I’m naked Megan please; please I don’t want this… I need something to wear, please …”

My sister continued to fold the towel in front of me, clutching it closer to her chest, before she made her own huff of irritation, “Ugh, No one cares what you want ok? Alexa, you really need to get better at this...”

Before I could speak to protest, Megan took a step back towards the open front door, calling over her shoulder, “Mom!?”

“What is it Megan?” I heard my Mom’s voice echoing from somewhere in the depths of the house.

“Alexa’s dry now – do you want me to bring her back inside?”

“Have you done all of her?”

Megan’s shoulders dropped in teenage annoyance and she rolled her eyes, “YES!”

“Fine – put her in the living room. We need to have a family meeting anyway”

Megan looked at me and huffed again, “Great” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Another awkward family meeting. Thanks, Alexa”

“I didn’t…”

“Alexa, shut up” Megan stomped one of her feet, “Alexa, go stand in the living room”