I'm a nerd and my name is Ned. guess what I'm called even to my face. Of course it's Ned the nerd. Being a nerd is not all bad, I'm very good with computers and codes, I've had a few games sold that have given me financial security which for a nineteen year old is very good.
This totally pisses off my twin sisters, Salina and Sabrina, who are two years older than me.
They are the bane of my life. We are so different, me being a nerd and them being full of life and so outgoing. They have teased me terribly all my life.
They are identical twins, so much so that Mum and Dad have trouble telling them apart. They dress identically, they act identically and their sense of humour is identical. In their own way they are fun loving and love playing jokes on others.
They have actually had dates where they have changed partners without telling their dates, and have not been found out.
Our Dad cannot believe that my sisters and I are the product of him and Mary, his wife, so different are we.
He dotes on the girls while Mum takes extra care of me to protect me from the outside world. When I was young my sisters ragged me rotten, sometimes bringing tears to my eyes. That's why Mum became so protective if me.
I can't recall the number of times that one or other of the twins flushed the toilet while I showered causing the water to turn cold. That was until Dad called in a plumber to sort it out.
In public they used their tongues to embarrass me. I don't think they are malicious just joking. I think because we are so different they don't understand the hurt they do me.
Anyway we were not close as siblings should be.
An event that changed my whole life occurred when I was about fifteen. I was walking home from school one lovely summers day and as I passed a shop something in it flashed which caught my attention. I looked but saw nothing flashing, when I was about to carry on something flashed again.
It was a cheap ring among other items in a second hand shop but why did it flash? It took me several minutes to realise that the ring flashed when a car went pass. The sun reflected from the windscreen of the cars and struck the ring.
The odds against that happening was so long I felt this was a sign to me that I was meant to buy it. I bought it, took it home and put in a drawer in my bedroom. Then I forgot about. It will appear again and affect my life forever.
My friends at school were fellow nerds and we were friends as a defence against non nerds.
The only female friend I have is Violet Chambers. She was born out of wedlock and she was not a pretty girl. She wore glasses and was skinny, looked more like a boy than a girl. Her mother was a bitter woman caused by her pregnancy to an arsehole who dumped her when she told him she was having his baby.
At this time there was nothing sexual between Violet and me, I never thought about her that way, we were friends because of our differences to others.
When Violet was eighteen she was still skinny, her hair was dark and lank but she didn't seem to develop like other girls. Her body was boy like with no breasts developing and none of the other signs that girls of her age had.
When I constructed my first game and sold it to a software company for a huge amount of money, I took Violet out for a meal to celebrate. I met her outside the restaurant that I had reserved a table, being a nerd I didn't have enough social graces to pick her from her home. That was a mistake I never made again.
Violet had made an effort with her appearance, so much so that I didn't recognise her standing outside the restaurant. I was about to walk past her when she called my name.
She had been to a beauty parlour and they had given her a makeover. Her hair had streaks in it and they had done wonders with makeup on her face, She wore a pinkish lipstick and a touch of mascara and put something on her cheeks to redden them.
To this day I don't understand the ways women have of making themselves look good and on that night I had even less idea. But I looked at her in a different light then.
She didn't look like a boy. She wore a nice blouse and a short skirt that stopped just above her knee, and her shoes had heels.
"Hello, Violet, you look amazing, I didn't recognise you."
"Thank you, I thought that if I was being taken out by a rich nerd that I must look the part."
"Shut up you, we have been friends for a long time, you don't have to tart yourself up for me.' I said, "but I must say you've succeeded very well."
We went into the restaurant and we were shown to our table by an elegant waitress. Once seated she asked if we wanted drinks before ordering our meal. We were both over the age of eighteen so could drink alcohol. However we both ordered a fruit juice.
We had a great meal and enjoyed ourselves. Violet was good company, I was seeing her as a female for the first time. She still hadn't developed very much but I now saw her as a girl.
I acted decently and walked Violet home. At her door I went to kiss her on her cheek but she turned her head and I made contact with her mouth. She crushed her body against me and kissed me hard.
This was the first time I had ever been kissed like that and I felt two hard lumps, small ones, pressing against my chest. Wow, I thought, she has got tits after all.
She pulled herself away, smiled at me, and went indoors.
I was in a very mixed state of mind, What had just happened? I felt my cock hardening as I walked home.
When I got home I went to my bedroom and rang Violet. "Hello Ned," she said,
"I wonder what occurred tonight when I took you home just now." I said. "I felt something I've never felt before."
"That's what happens when two adults kiss and your hormones kick in, I also had a wonderful feeling," she replied.
"Can we meet and talk about this," I asked.
"Sure, my mother goes to bingo tomorrow evening, come here about half past seven, if you wish."
I knocked on her door at the appointed time and the door opened immediately. I entered her house and noticed her attire. She had on a dressing gown wrapped tightly around her body. She was not wearing anything on her feet and her legs, what I could see of them, were bare.
"Hello Violet." I said as a greeting
She said nothing but held her hand out to take me into her lounge. I sat on her settee and looked at her. Her face had lost most of the makeup with the exception of her lipstick but she still looked feminine.
"How are you today, have you got over your feelings of last night." she asked.
