Hallway Interruption

John stepped out into the hallway only to have her fuming brother fall into step beside her. "What did you do to me?" John hissed.

John rolled her eyes and reality in the same moment. 'Don't make a scene.' She responded telepathically. 'Now I'll have you know I didn't twist you directly, but if you really wanna go there, I can. I'm growing quite creative with my little toy.'

'Don't give me bullshit, sis!' John fired back angrily. 'I have a foot fetish that I didn't have when I got up this morning!'

'And that's a bad thing?' The female twin responded mirthfully before cutting off her brother's protest. 'Look, Twisting isn't an exact science. There are always unforeseen results some good, and some bad. When I added the pleasure breaks to the ciriculum, they had to be instituted at some point, pretty far back considering how comfortable the students are with being naked and touching each other.'

'So you're saying you didn't give me a foot fetish?' John asked silently.

'Bro, odds are you always had a foot fetish, and you just discovered it earlier because of the pleasure breaks. My advice to you is to just relax and enjoy it.'

'So do you think there are any other unplanned side effects?' John asked.

'I don't know. Both mom and dad work at the pharmaceutical company so we probably have a bit of extra money to burn. Do you remember how we got to school today?'

'It's fuzzy, like it's still not quite settled, but I think we each drove ourselves.' John grinned. "Cool! I have my own car!"

"So are we cool?" John asked with a grin.

"Yeah we're cool. I gotta hustle to my next class though. Later!"

The female Doe carefully shielded her thoughts as she headed in the opposite direction while skimming Threadsight to see the new changes. It seemed that in addition to a large quantity of illegal ****, John?s parents took part in some **** testing in college for some extra cash, shortly before they found out about the two lives growing inside mom. As a result the shared telepathic bond was just the tip of the mental iceberg. John pushed those thoughts out her head as she arrived at her next class.