Entry 1
My name is Alexis. I'm a 19 year old girl. My name is Alexander. I'm a 19 year old boy. I should explain.
I, that is Alexis-I, and Alexander, well, we share a body. We think of ourselves as brother and sister, but it's definitely more complicated than that. It may sound like something out of an anime or a science-fiction film, but when I sneeze, I change sex from a girl into a boy and lose control of my body. Alexander takes control at that point and when he sneezes, we switch again.
You're probably wondering what it's like when Alexander is in control. To be honest, it's a little like watching a movie. I see what he sees, hear what he hears, and feel what he feels. But I can't control his body at all. I'm just along for the ride until he sneezes. We share our senses and we share our memories, but our thoughts and personalities are different. I can't imagine how lonely it must be to be isolated in your head, no one to talk to, no one to ask for help whenever you need it. Alexander and I can always talk to each other. It probably sounds strange, but it's been that way all my life; I don't know anything else. In a way, it's pretty convenient. We can work together on homework, and whichever of us does better in a class takes the exam. Plus, when we're in Alexander's body, it's like mine is sleeping. If he gets tired, he can sneeze into my form and I'll be wide-awake. You know those Altoids containers? We keep one of those filled with pepper around, so we can sneeze whenever we need to.
Growing up, it wasn't
too
hard to maintain the cover that we were just a boy named Alex. I kept my hair cut short, and if people ever saw me, they just assumed I was Alexander. We're about the same height, used to have similar builds up until high school, and even today, our faces aren't too different: green eyes, strawberry blonde hair, full lips. Mine is a bit fuller, and I've started growing my hair out since college (You have no idea how important any girly thing can be to you after 18 years dressing like a boy in public). But still, if I cut my hair, we could pass for each other in the right outfit. The voices are a bit harder, but when you hear someone every day, you learn to mimic them pretty well.
Of course, I didn't only grow up. I grew
out
. Short hair or not, people might get suspicious if they saw a an alleged boy with a bouncing bosom. We spent most of high school in baggy sweaters so no one could tell. Sometimes I had to bind my breasts if we needed to be me that day and it was too warm for sweaters. Lemme tell ya, D cups are not made for binding. Now that I can dress a bit more freely, I'm starting to appreciate them, but for all of high school, I envied my A cup friends who could bounce around braless and attract no attention.
Getting to college has been a godsend for both of us. See, a high school is a pretty small pond. You're gonna see the same people over and over. But college? My year has about thirty-five hundred people. The total undergrad population is around thirteen thousand, not to mention graduate students, professors, staff, and tourists. We're Alex on the course rosters, but Alexis or Alexander depending on the class. Even if we run into someone we know as the wrong gender, it's no problem. They have no reason to link us. After all, we're never seen together. Heck, it can even be a bonus. Hearing what Alexander hears means I know what sort of girls his cute friends are into, and seeing what he sees means that when he showers at the gym, I get a nice bit of eye candy. But enough about my life story.
This story began in class one day. I was reading, waiting for the professor to arrive so class could begin, when my friend Eva tapped my shoulder.
I stuck my thumb in my book and looked into her dark brown eyes. "Ya? What is it?"
She nodded her head towards a boy across the room, James. I had had a crush on him all semester, but he didn't know I existed. He and Alexander were close friends, but I hadn't found a way to get around to introducing myself to him. I know he'd like me if he could just meet me! He was always complaining to Alexander about how he wanted to find a nice, smart girl to date. I stared at his smile and happy eyes as he laughed with a friend about something, oblivious to what Eva was telling me. "Are you listening?" she asked, annoyed.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"I asked if he had said anything to you today. I overheard him inviting Steve to a water park this weekend. I'm sure
you'd
love to go. You'd get to see him in just a pair of thin, wet, clingy trunks...lots of opportunities for accidents at a water park, oh, who knows what might happen," she teased.
I looked down and pouted a bit. "No, he still hasn't noticed me..." Wait a second... *Alexander?* I asked.
*He hasn't asked me anything about a water park, Alexis,* said Alexander, predicting my question. *I haven't seen him in a few days, though. Maybe the next time I see him, he'll invite me to come along as well.*
Damn, I thought. *Can you ask him after class, then?* I pleaded.
*Even if he invites me, it's not as though you can come along, too, you realize.*
*But if we change at the water park, I can bump into him and start up a conversation! Besides, who doesn't love water parks? Think of all the cute girls that will be there in skimpy bikinis. Come on, we deserve a good study break, don't we?*
*Alright, alright,* he surrendered. *I'll talk to him after class if I can catch up to him. Just make sure you have some pepper ready so we can change quickly. I don't know what class he has after this, so if I lose him, I doubt whether I'll be able to find him.*
I looked back up at Eva. Luckily, it's quicker to think than speak. Only a second or two had passed. "Oh, maybe I'll go anyway. I love water parks, after all, and I'm sure he'll notice
these
," I grabbed my breasts, heavy and firm in my palms, "if I'm wearing a swimsuit. I'll have to get something really skimpy..." I eyed the small swell of her breasts under her shirt. "Do you have a top I could borrow? One of yours would be plenty skimpy on
me
," I teased.
"And let you break it when you pop out? No way," she retorted. "Buy one of your own. My tops are too delicate for those watermelons you carry around. Mine are designed for the elegant chest of a sophisticated girl, not a top-heavy bimbo like you." She smirked and laughed.
I stuck my tongue out at her. "No need to be jealous. I'll just have to find something good this week..." I looked back over at James and sighed. Has anyone ever had such perfectly glacier-blue eyes? Does any other boy have such sexy hair? Blonde, just long enough to look wild... And just look at that butt... Hm, I wonder if he owns a Speedo...he could pull it off pretty well. I smiled despite myself. I'll just have to find out, I thought, as the professor walked into the room and I pulled out my notebook. History can't end soon enough today...
After an endless fifty-four minutes, the professor finally noticed the clock. "Oh, I'm sorry for keeping you all late today! We'll finish talking about the Seven Years' War on Wednesday. Don't forget to read for your section!"