"Lesliiiie!" Rang out a high, soft voice. "Where's the hot sauce?"<br/><br/>"The super hot or the tangier stuff?" Another voice returned from across the apartment.<br/><br/>Lindsay huffed hard, putting his hands on his slim, feminine hips and grumbling. "The super hot. Did you use it all?"<br/><br/>"...Maybe." Leslie staggered across the living room and into the kitchen, quickly popping open the trashcan before turning to his twin with a soft frown. "Yeah. Sorry."<br/><br/>"...Well, fuck. Maybe that punky kid across the hall has some?"<br/><br/>"What, I'm supposed to go ask for some? You can't just go to the store?"<br/><br/>"YOU used all of the stuff I bought!" Linday pouted, glaring at his twin. Both of the boys could barely even be distinguished as such -- between their pink-and-black silky hair, their big, round eyes, their slender, soft, hairless figures, and the girls' makeup that both boys wore, they were perfectly feminine.<br/><br/>It had started a little while back, during a time of sexual awakening for both boys. Spending all of their time together, the urge to get laid grew too strong to manage, and getting proper dates while remaining inseparable became an impossibility. Thus, they had... "dressed up" a bit from time to time, making love to one another in increasing amounts. Over time, however, their femininity had become second-nature.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>