Life Hacks/Yng-Lexi/Cooperate with Charity
You think your message probably got across to Charity. Although you are angry at her, you really don’t hate her. Rather, you want to be able to go back to her being your best friend like she was before when you were younger, before she hit puberty and started being a complete bitch. You give another sniffle as you slide off the bed and compliantly cover up your puffy little girl pussy with your plain white panties and black slacks that seem rather odd on a child, especially a 10 year old girl.
“Come on,” Charity reaches out her hand and bends down to gently grab your wrist. “Just… come with me for now, Ok Lexi? We’ll talk about this later.” She says tenderly, seeming to choose each one of her words carefully. You give another sniffle and nod your head, wiping away a tear and Charity reaches down and musses your rather smooth silky neck-length hair.
As Charity stands up to lead you by the hand out of your room, you turn and take a quick glance at the mirror in order to get a proper look at the new 10-year-old female you. It’s only for a second, but you get the feeling that if you didn’t have to follow Charity you would probably be mesmerized by your own reflection. Somehow, reducing your age seems to have turned the physical attractiveness factor up to max. You see a really cute face staring back at you that closely resembles that of your now twin sister Angelica, but every factor from your clothing choice to your hair seems to give it some kind of additional allure that isn’t quite there with the look that Angel has.
One of the biggest factors seems to be that, for some strange reason, despite being a girl you are wearing what you somehow recognize as a boy’s school uniform from pre WWII Japan. You know that this is likely somehow justified by the young female you somehow becoming more accepting of Brittany’s fashion choices, or perhapse due to your age you have less ability to resist them. At any rate, you have to admit, it REALLY suits you, and the short hair that is carefully balanced at a length where it could just as easily belong to a boy as it could to a girl only adds to the allure. Knowing you are a girl, it gives the mysterious air created by the defile of expectations, where as you can easily see that if you were someone who didn’t really know the gender of the person you were looking at then that also would have its own air of eye-catching mystery that would make people not want to look away from you as the question rolled over and over again in their brain.
Best of all, this is really easy to move in. The pants are less restricting than jeans and you no longer have the trailing ends of your trench-coat, and this jacket seems to be rather well put together. In every way, this allows for completely free movement.
Really, you don’t know how long you might have gotten lost staring at yourself in the mirror if Charity didn’t have your hand and was leading you out of the room. She quickly unlocked the door and zeroed in on Angel. She looked over the distressed girl who also had tears in her eyes just like you, except that hers seemed to be from fear and distress as compared to your snap of anger that has now begun to dissipate now that you’ve said your piece. She had said she was bleeding, but you don’t see any obvious signs of her holding any part of her body in pain or any obvious injuries. Rather, she is nervously clutching her night-shirt around her thighs and has her legs tightly pressed together, bouncing up and down as though she has to pee and is trying to hold it in.
Charity gives Angel a soft look of understanding as she seems to instantly know what’s going on and for some reason you have a flash of a memory of sitting in on your parents explaining the birds and the bees to Charity after she had her first period, for some reason you remember yourself being there as a 5 year old girl shortly before they didn’t let you and Charity sleep in the same room anymore. You are a little surprised by these memories. You realize immediately they are an adaptation of the true form of these memories, you and Charity both being 10 and getting the talk, and then being told that the two of you are now too old to be sleeping in the same room since you are both getting to that age. Is it because you are both a lifie and a player at the same time? Is this the sort of alteration to memories a lifie would go through because of “the system?”
“Alright, let’s go to the bathroom and have a look.” Charity says, taking Angel by the shoulder and getting a nod from her. Charity leads the two sobbing 10 year olds, of which you are one, into the bathroom before shooing off the curious gazes of the 8 year old sister and 12 year old brother and closing the door on them. After she locked the door, she let go of your wrist and started guiding Angel over next to the toilet.
“Is it down here that it’s bleeding?” Charity asks, patting her hands on Angel’s hips.
Angel gives a sniffle and then nods her head “MmmHmm…” She gives a curious glance over at you immediately afterward. She doesn’t have time to say anything though before Charity is pulling up her night shirt and then pulling down her panties, revealing a pair of completely ruined underwear that have had the crotch turned a completely muddy brownish-red color of both dried and fresh blood. Meanwhile, smears of blood are also visible on Angel’s outer labia covering the entire thing in the mess. Angel looks over at you once again with concern as her genitals are unceremoniously revealed.
“Yep, looks like you’ve started your period.” Charity announces.
“Huh?” Angel responds.
“Do you not know what your period is?” Charity asks.
What do you do?
- YOU know what a period is, explain it to your NEW twin sister
- Just let Charity explain it, let her act like the big sister
