The cruel twins, Liz and Diz.

Wendell eyed the small shopping bag. "Who's in there?" he asked with a look to Francis.

"You'll just have to open your present, and find out," Francis said, and he actually gave Wendell a short kiss on the lips. Wendell, excited by this, got himself out from under Francis and flung his legs over the bedside. He reached out and pulled the bag by the handles over to him, and looked again at the smiling Francis. He dug into the bag and pulled out two skins that appeared almost identical.

They were two lanky, brunette women in white button up shirts and black blazers over them. They had matching plaid skirts and black knee-high socks. "Uhh...who are they?"

"Well," Francis started, "you know how last night we talked about how Stacy and Hank are bullies right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that made me think about how you didn't feel so bad about wearing them, and I thought, 'hang on, we could totally set the whole university straight with this thing'."

He's not wrong, there's an awful lot of pretty big jerks around here.

"And that all led me to these two," Francis continued with a gesture to the skins. "They're twins. Liz and Diz Peck. They're lit. majors with a nasty habit of writing these mocking, insutling poems about people and posting them up. They made one about me, questioning whether I actually counted as a man and all that." He looked away. "Now, I'm used to that, no big deal, but then they had to go and write one about Georgie."

"Who's Georgie?" Wendell asked with a twinge of sympathy for Francis.

"Georgie Spall. He's that grad student that makes those paintings of the sea all the time. You seen them?"

"No, I don't really get over to the art building."

"Anyway, guy's a little heavy yeah? And these two," Francis swung a hand at the skins, "wrote a big long poem about his weight. Georgie and his wife are nice to everyone, and that just didn't sit right with me."

"So, where'd you pick them up?"

"I have pottery with them, and just sorta zapped them when they went to the drying room to smoke. They like to sneak away for cigarettes between clases, because they can't be bothered to go outside."

"So...what do we do with them?" Wendell asked.

"So glad you asked," Francis said grabbing a hold of Wendell and straddling him again. "You know how there's that journalism major trying to interview people with that camcorder on campus?"

"Yeah," Wendell said questioning, "I do."

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Liz and Diz walked arm in arm to the courtyard where the guy with the camcorder usually hung around. Wendell and Francis honestly weren't sure who was Liz and who was Diz, because they were identical, not that it really mattered. Francis would be Diz and Wendell Liz just because they like the sound of each respective name better. They walked along as the hip, young women in the late afternoon sun, enjoying the fall air with a great deal of giddyness. Neither of them had ever done anything like what they were about to do and Wendell hadn't even been in a woman's body before. Francis had to show him how everything worked in the dorm room and even stopped an extended makeout session for fear of missing the guy with camcorder. Francis, carried a bag containing all their clothes so they had something to change back into once they had finished their deed. The skins just didn't seem to tighten when they tried to wear clothes underneath, meaning that nudity was a necessity.

"Excuse me," the camcorder guy said to a nearby passing student from across the courtyard. The camcorder guy was in a short grey stocking cap, grey longsleeve t shirt, and blue puffer vest. The student ignored him and the next student he asked actually gave him a curt, "fuck off."

"There he is. Ready?" Francis asked with a cocked eyebrow of Diz's face.

"A little giddy, but yeah. Let's go."

They made their way across the courtyard, where the camcorder guy immediately tried to stop them.

"Excuse me ladies," camcorder guy began, "You two got time for an interview about campus life?"

Francis and Wendell looked to each other, and then back to the man and gave a "totally" and a "yeah sure".

"Awesome!" The adjusted some button on the camcorder and pulled it up to just in front of his face, looking through a little eyepiece. "Ladies, can you come over to this wall for a backdrop?" He gestured to a nearby side of building. They obliged the man, and he started his interview. "So, can you tell your names please?"

"I'm Liz," Wendell started, "and I'm Diz." Francis finished.

"Alright, alright, and what are your majors?"

"We're literature majors," Francis said.

"Ok, and what year are you?"

"We're juniors"

"K. K. So, how would you describe you're campus experience in general."

"It's ok," Wendell said.

"Yeah, It's alright," Francis followed. "There just really weren't a lot of good looking guys on campus."

"Heh," the camcorder guy then followed with a natural question, "So would you say you spend a lot of time here at school looking for romance; it's important for your college experience?"

"Not anymore," Francis snorted to the man.

"And why is that?"

"Cause we just started fucking eachother," Wendell answered, putting arm around Francis.

"Beg your pardon?" the camcorder guy said with credulity. "Uhh-what?" The guy followed up, moving the camera away from his face.

"Yeah, totally. Who needs guys with a sister like this," Francis said. He turned his face in to Wendell's and the two began to make out, right out in the courtyard. Francis turned his eyes to look, and unsurpringly, the college age man had immediately begun to film this spectacle.

Stopping for a brief moment Wendell turned to the man, and said, "Oh yeah. I mean, if my sister can get all my urges out the way, then why bother with the dating scene, yeah?" He then resumed his makeout session with Francis, no longer being side to side, but now facing each other. They had their arms around each other were doing very exaggerated open mouth kisses.

"I-uh..so..uh...hell yes..." the camcorder guy was adjusting a dial, perhaps zooming in on the two twins aggressively making out in front of him. Francis, turned a side eye to the man, and saw that two other passing students now stood behind him, also watching. A third fell in, a fourth, and once the two had moved up to grabbing each others breasts, a crowd of almost 12 people had formed to watch the women go at it.

"Ready?" Francis asked Wendell.

"Ready," Wendell breathed very heavily and his cheeks were very flushed.

With that the two stopped making out and put their backs up against the wall, shoulder to shoulder. They hiked up their plaid skirts revealing that they were not wearing any underwear, giving the crowd a full view of the thick, dark pubic hair of the twins. The camcorder guy went to one knee to better film this, and the crowd erupted with a few woahs, no ways, and even a fuck yeah. Wendell in particular was very wet and could feel the slight breeze from outside chilling his pussy. He wanted nothing more than for Francis to warm it for him.

"So," Francis started, "think that's enou-" Wendell, intoxicated by his female body and having not yet orgasmed, shoved his tongue into Francis mouth. He grabbed Liz's dainty hand and shoved it into his pussy. Not feeling a particulary strong need to stop, Francis obliged and started rubbing Liz's clit. The crowd cheered once more. Wendell stopped making out with Francis and looked out to the crowd.

More than a dozen people, watching him getting fingered by Francis, was a wild and intoxicating feeling. Francis, despite only having tried Stacy on before, was very good at working Wendell's clit. Wendell felt a rising tension building in him.

Fuck fuck. fuck. How many women has he...I can't...how are you supposed to think...straight...god he's good at this...is that....I'm gonna...OH MY GOD!

Shaking and screaming out, and pumping his hips. Wendell orgasmed right in front of the crowd, to a great deal of cheers and a fist pump from the camcorder guy. Coming down from this, the crowd busy with chatter and applause, the two women made a few bows, blew some kisses and Francis even yanked up Wendell's skirt and slapped his ass. "Alright, let's bail!" Francis pulled Wendell by the hand and the two pushed the cheering and catcalling men out of the way. They crossed the courtyard holding hands and giggling in excitement.

The camcorder guy filmed the two as the ran off, when he heard: "No Way dude." A long-haired student stood next to him. "I didn't know you could major in pornography. I gotta talk to my advisor." The camcorder guy removed his eye from the eyepiece and lowered his camera to his side, and stared at the man.