The sorting office

The sorting floor lobby was already busy when you arrived.

At the very front of the room was a very cute girl. She was flat chested and had no ass, but for girls the rules were quite as strict. A girl didn’t have to live up to the same standards as a boy. A girl with a flat chest and ass could still easily be sorted as a beta, and with a little plastic surgery, she could even work her way up to be an Alpha.

You were about to sit down when they called for both you and your sister. A nurse looks you up and down, giving you a quick appraisal, then walks you and your sister back to the same cold room. As you wait you hear sobs as someone nearby gets bad news.

"I'm so nervous," Marcie tells you softly.

"Don't worry," you tell her supportively.

You don't think she will be sorted as an Alpha, although it was possible, but you can't see her being any lower than a Beta. Between her cute face and thick ass, she was a slam dunk. As a Beta she could live a good life, have a nice office job, a house in a subdivision and two or three kids. If she saved her money she could get a boob job and join you as an Alpha.

But you could be wrong. If the doctor was an ass man...

"In a few minutes it will all be over and we can get on with our lives," you say.

"Easy for you to say, Mr. Alpha," Marcie said, rolling her eyes.

For you there had never been any question, but you had never really considered what it was like for your twin sister. You had known what you were going to be since the first time you undressed to shower in the locker room at school at 12 or 13. Not knowing would be hard.

Before you can answer the door opens and the doctor enters.