Going the Extra Mile

Part 1

Karla looked at her sister Linda with desperation. She was complaining again. That only made Karla furious but Linda seemed to be oblivious to Karla�s feelings.
�I lose the game against that stupid Susan once again. I am furious, how could she beat me so easily?�

The question was rhetorical so Karla didn�t answer. She continued picking the clothes that Linda was carelessly throwing at the floor while she talked and talked thinking only about herself. Karla was jealous of her twin sister, she was the number two player of the county and she still complained. Linda was a freshman in college and she had a sports scholarship, but she could had also get one based on her very good grades, as a matter of fact her High School GPA was almost 4. The number 1 player in the county was Susan Smith, and she will probably turn professional any time now. Linda could also turn professional if she really wanted it but not based on her game but on her looks, she was a very pretty and very curvy blonde and using her charms she could get sponsorships to play tournaments all around the country, even if she never passed the mid level.

Karla could not refrain to think that life was unfair. She must be just like her sister. After all, they were identical twin sisters, in fact, genetically they were like two drops of water, but unfortunately for Karla they weren�t identical in real life. When she was still a girl Karla developed a problem in her ovaries that triggered a premature puberty, so the doctors treated her with hormones to avoid a precocious puberty until they cured the main problem in her ovaries. The treatment could had been stronger or longer than needed because she never developed as much as her sister, her breast was just a 34-A while her twin had 34-C breasts. Her hair never got the body of her sister�s blonde hair and even darkened a bit, her face was somewhat childish, her features were softer and rounder in comparison with her sister�s that looked more mature. Her only physical advantage was that due to her delayed puberty she grew a little bit more than Linda, she was 5� 8� while her sister was 5� 4�.

At some point her parents agreed to provide her with breast implants to boost her self-confidence, but she resulted allergic to silicon, so she couldn�t have them. Karla also lost a school year due to the frequent treatments, and even after that her grades never recovered, she went from a straight A�s girl to a �mostly C�s� teenager. Her current GPA was only 2.5.

Probably the worst part was for Karla was that she had to stop playing tennis. When she was 11 she was a much better player than Linda but she stopped playing for 3 years and when she returned to the courts she realized that she was weaker than most of her rivals and her technique also lagged because her rivals had 3 more years of training. At the end she recognized that she was in no shape to compete and ended quitting tennis because it resulted too stressful to be defeated so frequently specially by her twin that always played mercilessly against her, most times beating her 6-0, 6-0.

So now Karla was a mediocre high school senior, with an almost flat chest, a plain face and dull hair with no athletic abilities and no college aspirations, and had to bear her twin sister constant whining, even when Linda was a goddess with 34C tits, a college scholarship, a moderately successful tennis career and a bunch of guys drolling after her.

Karla was also under Linda�s power. She had to move out to the same city where Linda was studying. Her parents had passed away and had left the more mature Linda in charge of the state. Karla will only had access to her wealth at 25, a good 6 years from now or when she completed college which was even farther. So Karla was under her sister�s thumb and even had to clean after her to earn her food and board. Of course Linda rationalized that it was all on Karla�s benefit, as a way to help her mature faster but the reality was that she enjoyed bossing around her less favored sister.

A fully naked an unashamed Linda told Susan, �I would give anything to beat that bitch�.

Admiring and envying her sister�s body, Karla could not avoid to say aloud, �I don�t think so�.

�What? Are you saying that I am not committed?�, Said Linda putting her hands in her hips and making not the littlest effort to show some modesty, not even to hide her pussy that clearly showed that she was a natural blond.

�No. It is not that, it is only that you have other distractions. Let�s say that you have things that are more important to you that wining the county championship or succeed in tennis for that matter�

�No, that�s not true. Tennis is the most important thing for me. If I were better at it, I wouldn�t care about college.�

�It is not only college. That is certainly a part of it, you don�t train as much as Susan, she is completely committed to her tennis career and you are not. But there is also something that you know keeps you out of her league. Something that you�ll never give up�.

�You know I can make any sacrifice to win�, the reality was that she was obsessed with Tennis because it was the only thing that didn�t come easy for her, and some acquaintances still told her that Karla would had been a better player than her if she hadn�t had that puberty problem. So she had to prove herself that she was superior in every aspect to Karla, even to what Karla could had been.

�Well, if you ask me. Your problem is up there�

�in my mind?�, said Linda

�No. A little bit lower. In your breast, you know you can�t make movements as smooth as Susan, she had a B cup or something like that. The case is that �they� don�t get in the way when she is trying to hit the ball at full strength.�

Linda covered her tits instinctively. �You only say that because you are jealous of my breast�

�Whatever. If you don�t believe me, ask your trainer, or any female tennis expert. But I am not asking you anything. I know you won�t sacrifice your tits, even if that would make you the USA�s number one, so let�s forget about this�.

Part 2.

A couple of weeks later, Linda approached Karla and said. �How did you know?�

�Know what?�

�That my tits are stopping my tennis progress�

�Oh. That�, Karla said casually, �I read about a girl player that went into breast size reduction surgery because they got in the way and she really wanted to improve her game. Now she had escalated 450 places in the global ranking and is now in the top 50�.

�Simona Halep?�, asked Linda that had heard about her in the last week as she asked for opinions on her strokes speed against Susan.

�Yes, I think it was that one. I think that she was too brave and too committed.�, said Karla.

�Several professionals confirmed your opinion, they think that I could hit the ball as strong as Susan if I had smaller breasts, but they told me that it didn�t worth the effort and that an operation at this time could make me lose the summer training and I wouldn�t be ready for the season in September, so it would be worse for my career.�, said Linda.

�Yes. I understand you Linda, I know for sure that If I had tits like Simona or like yours for that matter, I definitely wouldn�t do it, even if that would mean failing at my tennis career, if I had one, of course�.

�Hadn�t you been listening?�, said Linda exasperated. � I said that it would be counterproductive due to the operation. It would be affecting my season more than my ball speed, and there is always the risk of severing a muscle or causing an infection, which could affect me even more.�
�Whatever�, said Karla.

�Why are you saying that?�

�You are trying to say me that you are more committed that I would have been, even to the extreme to sacrifice something dear to you in order to substantially improve your game, but at the same time you are trying to convince me of why it doesn�t make sense to do it. Let me tell you just one word: Bullshit. If you were really committed you would look for a way around. For example, Is an a operation the only way to reduce your breast or are there some alternatives ? But who cares? It is not like you are going to do it anyway, you are only bragging to feel superior�

Linda felt trapped and furious, all her feelings of superiority were flying away. �I have the courage, and I can do it if there is a suitable way and if that guarantees me that I can strike the ball as strongly as Susan. It is not as all my self confidence is based on my tits� size. I can be as happy with a B cup tits, most models doesn�t have more than that. Yours are even smaller and still look very cute�, she said the last phrase insincerely.

Karla was angry now, she hated to be simply �cute� while her twin was a sexy bombshell. She broke the conversation and walked to her room. In retrospective it all would have ended right then if Linda wouldn�t followed her and had pushed further trying to confirm her little victory. �If you find such a method to reduce my breast without an operation let me know�.

A few weeks later the season was over for Linda. She had failed to qualify for the state tournament and had fallen to the fourth place in the county ranking. She was really disappointed, she felt that her tennis career was nearly over. If she couldn�t qualify for the state tournament the next semester she surely would be put out of the team and substituted by a more promising, more talented freshman.

She would have drown in a mild depression if she hadn�t an academic achievement to give her some self assurance. She had finished her first college year with excellent grades and was trying to choose a good major to pursue. On the other hand Karla had graduated from High School with mediocre grades and her life was stalled and full of uncertainty because she hadn�t been admitted to the universities that she applied for. She was still undecided about what to do next, she could maybe apply for a community college or try to get a job. She knew for sure that she had to do something otherwise she will end up as Linda�s free maid, probably for the rest of her life.
�Won�t you go out tonight? If you like you can come with me�, said Linda. It was a rhetorical question, her sister was already on her pajamas and was working on her computer, and well� she didn�t party often and she rarely dated.

�No. Linda, I am working on something, Where are you going anyway?�, it was also a rhetorical question, she really didn�t care, and one thing was sure: she didn�t like to party with her sister, she always felt inadequate and people always compared them and asked a lot of uncomfortable questions. Karla reviewed with envy Linda�s look for the party. Linda was sexily dressed with a black micro skirt and a blue blouse with the top 3 buttons undone. She looked like a wet dream.

�OK. I am going to celebrate the end of the semester with some friends. Don�t wait me awake.�

The next morning Linda awaked nearly noon. She put her panties and with her hair still in disarray and no other clothes on her she marched to the kitchen to have a bowl of cereal. The fact that Linda rarely wore a shirt or even a bra when they were alone was usually a trigger for Karla�s anger, but that day it didn�t affect her cheerful mood.
�Good morning Sis. How was your party?�

Linda mumbled something that could have been �good� or maybe something else. Anyway she didn�t seem interested in talking about it, at least not until her body finished awaking and her slight hangover was more controlled.

�Guess what?�, said Karla.

Linda grunted, like saying �ok, tell me�.

�I found the method.�

�What are you talking about?�, said Linda, finally making an effort to talk.

�The method to reduce your breast without surgery. It could be done gradually along the summer while you train for the next season. And it leaves no scars, no risk of infection or damaged muscles, and we can afford it.�

�Ok. Tell me about it�, said Linda, who was expecting a joke or a flawed plan full of holes.

�Well, there is this doctor Sanders of the Clark Medical Research Center, she is researching a new technique and had had a lot of success with 20 patients already but need more in order to get approval, she had nobody on your age range so it is very interesting for her to treat you and could do it for free. The treatment consists in daily sessions of around one hour each. They inject some substance in your breast and treat them with heat and ultrasound to soften your breast tissues and release your fat cells, and then carefully use a special syringe to extract some fat tissue, then they treat your skin with a special cream and an injection to maximize the re-absorption of the unneeded skin. The treatment is done little by little and using perfectly planned concentric circles to allow a perfect shape and perfect skin. Susan current right stroke is 55 mph, yours is only 46 mph, you could win her with this push. Of course you don�t have to, if it was only a brag, I�ll understand�

Linda felt ditzy, she never really gave much thought to it. She was trying for a way out, but her mind was still on slow motion.

Karla continued, �I know that you felt sad when you got eliminated from the state tournament. I know your disappointment, now it is in your hands to leverage the field�. Only if that is what your wish the most of course.�

Linda was blushing bright red. She was unconsciously covering her tits with her right arm once again, as if she wanted to protect them. A few days ago she had given up any hopes of turning professional, her childhood dream, and had felt the frustration that she had to admit that she was defeated by what her sister�s �would have been�.
�Well the ball is on your court. You have to decide if you are willing to go the extra mile or not. Maybe you rather like to slowly fade out during the next semester, slowly falling in the rankings until the university ask you to quit�.

The image floated in Linda�s mind. She knew she couldn�t quit to the team, she must be ditched because of her abilities or an injury in order to be able to ask the college authorities to maintain her scholarship in attention to her good grades. And Linda knew that she was getting harder for her to win the games. Her opponents had frequent winner strokes while she had to painfully work every point. The difference was the ball speed, she knew, and they were improving while she seemed to have topped at the beginning of the year. Linda knew that a very frustrating semester of competitions awaited her.

Linda touched her breast once again. She loved her size, big enough to get attention but not to big that looked cheap. Still she thought, �I can lose a cup size and still be hot. I am still young, I could recover later or get an implant or treatment�.

�OK, you don�t think I am brave enough, but I am. And if it is safe I will do it. Being gradual, I could manage to reduce only until I get the speed that I need, and if I don�t improve in the first sessions I won�t go further�.

Karla almost jumped of happiness but managed to keep an neutral face. �OK, Good for you Linda, I am really surprised and I have to admit that you are a lot more committed that I have thought. Wait a minute, let me make some phone calls�.

Karla went to her room. And Linda remained in the kitchen full of anxiety. She wanted to hear from Karla that she couldn�t arrange it, but an hour later Karla returned and said.

�I already made some arrangements with the Dr. Sanders, she is ready to see you tomorrow, the research center is 300 miles from here but she had agreed to pay for our food and board there and the best of all is that she talked with her sister, Laura Sanders, the former professional tennis player and she was impressed with your commitment and will couch in the summer for free!�

Linda felt a knot in her stomach, she was very nervous. �Am I taking the right decision?�, but then she thought, �well after all, it is all gradual, if I don�t see an improvement I quit and no harm would be done. A little bit of reduction could even be comfortable because, I am too small for a D and a little to big for a C and the straps cut my skin.�

The day and the travel to the research facility passed all in a blur for Linda. In a moment she was in her kitchen knowing about the possibility and suddenly she had listened all the doctor�s explanation and had agreed to start the procedure right then.

She was presented a series of forms to sign, they were the usual disclaimers, that she understood that the procedure was experimental and could have negative effects even when they hadn�t found any yet. The research center promised in return to pay for any medical care that could result of those effects. She sighed and after Dr. Patricia Sanders reassured her telling that patients in less good shape than her hadn�t had any problems, she signed. Then she was presented another form while Karla fidgeted nervously in her own chair.

It was a donation form, she accepted to donate the extracted tissue to her sister Karla. Linda�s surprise left her speechless.

The doctor talked, �Linda, it was my idea, but it is your decision. Karla told me about her allergy to silicone and I told her that given that you are identical twins your tissues are perfectly compatible and we can gradually inject your fat-cells in her own breast and help her with steam cells to develop the supporting vases so the new cells survive, a couple of drugs will help her develop new skin as needed. I think she could recover most of the volume that you lose�.

Linda was still speechless, to lose breast size was one thing, but to lose at the same time that Karla gains it was quite another. She felt pretty uncomfortable with that.
The doctor continued, �Of course the choice is yours. If you prefer, we could incinerate your discarded tissue, in a word put it in the trash can instead of giving it to your loved sister�.

Linda blushed red. The way the doctor put it, if she didn�t sign she will be ordering to dump away what her sister wanted so much. She will look extremely selfish and cruel.

She said, �I like how you look, but if you want to change and I can help, well it is not a problem for me�, and signed.
Karla thought, �Yes I know you like how a look bitch, I look like no competition. I finally will get some justice�, but she smiled warmly at Linda and said, �Thanks Sis. I will pay you somehow, I will help you to be the best player of the state�. And Linda smiled back, but a little nervously. Then she calmed herself down, �I hope she is not disappointed when she see that I only reduce a little bit�.

PART 3

A week later Linda had dropped almost half cup size and it was only slightly noticeable. On the other hand Karla was disappointingly the same size in spite that Dr. Patricia had said that the injections had been pretty successful and that most of the fat cells seemed to survive. Linda was secretly relieved by that fact. Karla on the other side seemed excited in spite of the poor results. Linda thought, �Well that is the best of both worlds, she is happy, grateful and unchanged�.

Linda was training daily and was improving quickly. Her forehand stroke had passed from 46 mph to 51 mph in just a week but it was still short from the 55 target.

Linda could feel her tits were a little bit smaller, when she grabbed them with her hands, she could almost cover the entire surface, something that she hadn�t been able to do since she was 16. However there was no noticeable difference once in front of the mirror. She was in a pretty good mood, she had almost reached her goal and there was almost no lost in her sexy image. She, however wanted to test her impressions and on Friday night invited Karla to go clubbing. She had to beg a little but surprisingly she convinced Karla very easily. �Perhaps she is bored with not too much to do during the day while I train�. When they arrived to a popular bar, Linda was delighted, she was the magnet as usual, soon she was chatting with two handsome young college graduates, leaving Karla somewhat out of the conversation and even a little bit physically excluded, nothing too rude but still quite obvious . Karla was however felling more self confident even when she looked just the same. She wasn�t as withdrawn as usual and even make a couple of successful attempts to participate in the conversations. She wasn�t offset either by the constant attention that her sister was getting while she was barely noticed.

Back at their apartment Linda felt confident and reassured , so that night while she was slightly drunk she make the commitment to continue for a second week by making a toast. She felt more at ease knowing that she could still totally eclipse her sister who didn�t seem to be gaining much size. Karla also feel encouraged to toast and said, �Let�s celebrate our achievements the next week in the same place�, �Yeah�, answered Linda enthusiastically, she was excited by her progress and by the alcohol.
The second week wasn�t as smooth. First her tennis progress wasn�t as impressive as in the first week. She had only gained 2 mph in her strokes and was still 2 mph away from Susan. By mid week she was feeling more self conscious about her tits and started wearing a louse t-shirt for breakfast instead of going topless as usual. Linda was spending more time alone in her room, and she realized that her tits started to feel different, more perky, a little bit harder, and in her perception definitely less sexy, the worst part was the story that the mirror was telling her: Maybe the first week�s changes were almost imperceptible but now her tits looked different to the naked eye, smaller, less sexy. Her size had dropped only to a B cup but still she feel flat in comparison with her image of just a couple of weeks ago.

On the other side, Karla�s tits seemed to be swelling a bit, she was still smaller than a B but she feel exhilarated. Dr. Patricia had told her that the transplanted fat cells would be dehydrated by the process of extraction using heat and ultrasound and would lose their volume but if they survived the transplant, they will little by little regain volume. The doctor was pretty confident of the surviving of the cells because the process of injecting steam cells guaranteed the generation of the vascular system needed to supply them with nourishment and because Karla�s DNA indicated that they should exists in that place, so her body would not conspire against the transplant as in other patients. That is why Dr. Patricia was so interested in attending the pair of twins, the opportunity was unique and the experiment was just too interesting to miss.

On Friday afternoon Linda finally gave up. She had resisted all week to go the store and buy new bras but she was tired of constantly adjusting the garments that didn�t fit her anymore. She went to a lingerie store and quickly discovered that she was indeed a B cup now. She had said that it was the size of most models, and she was right but now she didn�t feel quite secure. She bought several bras in her new size including a couple of wonder bras. �It is not that I am going to use them, well just on special occasions�. She had always mocked the girls that used them, thinking �Are they so insecure that had to fake their size?�.

That night Linda was resisting the idea of going clubbing. She didn�t feel so confident now, and she really wanted to stay home, Karla didn�t seem interested in going either, she asked Linda, �Are we going out tonight�, she said, �if you don�t feel like celebrating it is ok for me to stay home and rent a movie or something�. Karla�s voice tone reflected her lack of desire of going out. Linda remained silent for a moment, the offer was tempting but, maybe her sister�s mousy attitude made her feel more self secure and she thought, �I won�t change my personality for a little loss of size up here. I am a confident woman, I can have fun and show Karla and myself that nothing had really changed�.

�No. Karla, I think we should go out, we are young only once�. Karla smiled inwardly.

Linda then walked to her room and started testing her party clothes and quickly realized that most of her blouses and dresses were chosen to show her cleavage and take advantage of that. Unfortunately her clothes didn�t look as flattering with her new size. After a little hesitation she decided to try one of the wonder bras and well, she didn�t look like in the past, but that thing really helped her. She reviewed her image in the mirror and thought, �Well, it is a little trick but with it I think I look almost the same as last week. I can get used to wear them, it is not a hoax or anything, just a little help get the best from my current assets�, she rationalized to convince herself that she wasn�t like those women insecure of their size.

Linda waited in the living room. She was wearing again a blouse with three open buttons and a miniskirt that showed her legs to the max. She looked pretty good. Karla was wearing a skirt that went near her knees, and a sweater with a sport bra under it that diminished the size of her already small tits. She looked cute but not a real competence for Linda.

That night in the club, things went almost like the previous week. Just this time Linda didn�t got the top males around, but more down to earth college students. Still she felt flattered by their servile attitude. Karla was more relaxed and could participate more in the conversations, even for brief spaces of time she grabbed the attention of one of the boys in spite of her sister�s presence. It was maybe that she was smiling more often, maybe her boosted self-confidence, maybe that Linda was less stunning now, but the fact was that the boys seemed to notice her more.

When they arrived to their apartment Linda was completely wasted. She had drank a little too much. Karla literally had to drag her to her bed and she immediately fall asleep. Karla helped her out of her clothes like she usually did in those circumstances, just this time she could not avoid to take off her own shirt and bra and compare herself to Linda. She hadn�t seen her nude breasts in all week. Karla couldn�t resist to smile widely, after all those years she was now mostly the same size as her sister. She realized with satisfaction that even without a new transplant she could be equaling or even surpassing her sister� size in a week. �They are now really smaller, no wonder she isn�t prancing around topless as usual�. Then her face showed a strange smile and she whispered, �Better get used to be small, sis because soon a wonder bra will be no help at all�.

Linda awoke Saturday with a terrible hangover. When she noticed that Karla had undressed her she immediately regretted having drunk so much last night. She surely had noticed the wonder bra. How embarrassing. She was blushing bright red even when she was all alone. Normally she took her breakfast first and then she showered but now she wanted to delay the time to see Karla. She showered for a long time and then dressed fully with jeans a normal bra, and a t-shirt. She went to the kitchen expecting Karla to start teasing her any moment, but it never happened. It seemed as she hadn�t noticed anything wrong. Karla silently smiled seeing that her sister was turning more and more modest.

Finally Karla broke the silence, �I saw you yesterday on the court, you had gained a lot of speed, I know that you are still short of what you had planned but why don�t you give your new power a try. I called the local country club and set a match for you, she is a college girl that had already played in the state circuit, so she could be a real challenge and a very good sparring for you�

�I don�t know if I am ready. I am in the middle of a training stage and besides that, I am really tired now�

�The match is for tomorrow afternoon, you will feel fine by then�

�I don�t know��

�OK. I thought you wanted to see the fruition of your efforts and have some fun at the same time, but it is your call�

�OK, let�s do it�, said Linda without enthusiasm.

The next afternoon she arrived to the country club tennis court and found Melissa Jones a beautiful, if somewhat skinny brunette. She was slightly taller than Linda but most players were. They had a very though match, but it was obvious that Linda had to make a lot more effort to win each point. Her first service was ineffective as well as her forehand stroke, she kept in the game because she ran really fast and was a smart player but it was obvious that the other girl stroked stronger than her. At the end Linda won but she was exhausted. Melissa approached her and said with a smile, �Great game Linda. You are a formidable player, I never seen somebody so resilient, so decided to fight for each point. You have a good technique and an incredible reach given your height but to compete in the state main college circuit you must improve your ball speed, you are nearly there but believe me, at this level 3 or 4 mph means a lot, specially in the serves�.

She returned home with mixed feelings, on one hand she had competed and won over a player of the state main circuit but she was aware that she was only barely competitive and after all her efforts and sacrifices she hadn�t even leveled the field with players on Susan�s level.

The next Monday she skipped the clinic and went straight to the court field. She wanted to extract every drop of power with her current physique before attempting more changes. She talked extensively with her coach and they tried a few techniques and alternatives trying to improve the speed but they could only add one extra mph to her current speed.

Tuesday afternoon Linda was exhausted and frustrated so she complained, �Why with the first reduction I got a lot of improvement and only a marginal one with the second? It doesn�t make sense, now I am as small as Susan and I am pretty sure that I am stronger than her and she still can hit the ball harder than me. It is very frustrating. Do I have a problem with my technique?�

�First of all your technique is excellent, I don�t see much space of improvement there. And regarding your first question, the closer to your body that you can make your serve movement, the faster the speed that you are going to achieve. You ask about the difference with Susan , well it is mostly due to your height. She is taller and her arm is longer so she had an advantage there, you know the lever effect, you and her can make the arm movement at the same speed but her fingers travel faster than yours as an effect of the distance of her arm so the speed of her racket will be slightly faster than yours.

�So, I couldn�t compete against her. You should had told me from the beginning�, said an angry and very frustrated Linda.

The trainer explained, �I didn�t say that you can�t achieve her speed. You need to make the movement closer to you, that�s all, even a little bit closer could make the difference. And let me tell you that you had not only improved your serve and forehand, you are really faster on the court now, and more concentrated. Maybe all those movements and bouncing in your chest kept your from fully concentrating on the game and seemed to drag your speed a bit, I am certain that your reach had improved a lot as a result of this.�

�Do you think that I can successfully compete in the state circuit?�

�You are almost there girl. Certainly you have one of the best defenses there, and I have noticed that you are a smart player, so I am pretty sure that you would be a fierce competitor, but I won�t lie to you, your attack is still a little bit out of the edge. You�ll need to have at least average ball speed to let your other talents shine and win you the games. You will probably qualify this time but I will be surprised if you get to out of the bottom 25% in the state circuit.�

Linda was disappointed, a few weeks ago, she will content herself with qualifying to the states, but now she felt frustrated at the news that she won�t be competitive once there.

The trainer, said, �You are on the edge. The difference between a good player and a great one or between an amateur and a professional, is just an inch, a mph, but to get that inch people have to walk an extra mile, or simply content themselves with being one more recreational player, always thinking about what could have been if they had really tried�.

�Well not me. I really tried, I made sacrifices, and it looks like it is not enough�, replied Linda exasperated.

�You can still do more. Just a little bit less and you�ll most probably be there�

�How much?�, said Linda her lower lip slightly trembling at the idea of even considering a further reduction.

�I don�t know just a little bit, maybe one or two more sessions, three at max. What do you think?�

Linda didn�t want to lose any more but she was also frustrated by the results that were leaving her right on the edge. She was very close to be a real competitor in the state circuit , even to turn professional as the couch implied, but she was not quite there, she was just a few mph away from her childhood dream . She already had sacrificed a lot and hadn�t obtained the full result. She blushed red, and thought, �The wonder bra would conceal any small lost that I could have now�, trying to reassure herself. The reality is that she didn�t want to return empty handed after all that she had sacrificed.

�Well. But let�s see the improvement day by day. I don�t think I will go further than a couple of sessions now�.

�That�s the spirit! Don�t worry I will extract every ounce of speed and make it worth it!

That afternoon she went to the clinic again and met Dr. Patricia called Karla who was ecstatic. During the morning she had tried the new B bras of her sister and found that they were a pretty good fit for her. The idea that soon she will be bigger than her sister had her walking on the clouds.

When the session finished, Linda noticed that there was some empty space in her new B cup bra and she was very apprehensive about it. She was somewhat repented. She wanted to go home and put her wonder bra but she had still had to wait for Karla to end her procedure. �The poor thing, she is flat without remedy�, Linda thought, then she went to the bathroom and stuffed a little her bra, well she said �padded� a little the bottom of her bra to help her fill the B cup.
Karla on the other side was having trouble keeping her breast constrained under a sport bra. The swelling was obvious. They drove in silence to their apartment.
Wednesday showed a little improvement in Linda�s speed, she gained a couple of mph she was now on par with Susan, but her coach pushed a little more �you are almost at your max, just a little bit more and you�ll have an edge of advantage against your rivals�.

She was so excited that she accepted one last session. At the end of that one she noticed that padding her bra wasn�t enough, she had probably reduced a full cup size in just two sessions, and won�t fill a B cup without really stuffing it.

The drive home after the clinic was very silent. Linda was obviously stressed and tried to spy Karla from time to time without being too obvious. She wasn�t completely sure, but now she was starting to notice some swelling on her sister�s breasts, which only maximized her own sense of lost. She wanted to know for sure, but at the same time she was afraid to discover that her fears were true. Karla was also silent, but she was very excited, she could clearly see that Linda had stuffed her bra which gave her a sick satisfaction, a sense of revenge. She knew that she was now more than a B, and when this new fat cells start to collect fat again, she was pretty sure she will be at least a C by the end of the week.

Soon after they arrived to the apartment, Karla announced that she was going to run some errands a buy some groceries. Linda said that she was exhausted from all her training and that she wanted to stay home. Karla cheerfully agreed. �The most important thing is to keep you in top shape for the tennis season, so rest to be ready for your training tomorrow.�

Once Linda was alone, she checked that all the drapes were tightly closed and she checked that the front door was locked. Then went to her room and took off her shirt and nervously took off her stuffed bra. Her hand was slightly trembling as she looked herself in the mirror for the first time since the new reduction. She contemplated her new image with dread and some amount of sick curiosity.

Her tits looked definitely smaller and a lot firmer. The proportion of fat was now nearly null. Her areolas had always been small for her big tits so now they were more in tune with her new small size, which was esthetically better but also made her look more childish.

Linda�s lower lip was trembling and she was blushing red. She clasped her hands in front of her and leaned forward, the effect of the posture was a far cry from what used to be. The cleavage was miserable. She should turn away and go to watch tv or something to distract herself but she was in a trance. She looked for a bra in her closet and took one of her originals 34-C that just supported the lower half of her breast. She put it on and blushed bright red. It was a mock, the cups seemed nearly empty. Her nipples didn�t reach the fabric even when they were strangely erect. With more dread she looked for one of her new B-cup wonder bras and was even more ashamed, even with the push up there was really nothing to see. She then walked to her sister�s closet, she was blushing bright red and her ears ringed, she open the first drawer and took one of her sister�s bras and was amazed, it fit her. As a matter of fact, there was a little slack. She returned to her room and used a couple of tissues to pad each tit. They looked a little bit bigger, but not any sexier. They were just too rigid. She tried many of her blouses and then decided to try some of Karla�s trying to find something that looked right on her. She then put a B cup bra and stuffed it with tissue and then tried some blouses over it. She decided that it was her best choice for now.
That night she was dressed in a baggy t-shirt , her stuffed bra and panties, Karla was dressed in a similar outfit. The curiosity was killing Linda and she could not avoid to ask Karla, �And how is it working for you Karla, I think I am starting to see your progress. That�s good, it would be a total disappointment that all those transplants go to waste.� , of course she hopped that the gaining was only marginal.

Karla knew Linda�s real feelings but she said, �It is nice to hear your are interested�, while she thought, �are you afraid?�, but she continued, �as a matter of fact I couldn�t be more satisfied, I just bought a new pair of bras 34-C ! Could you believe it? And they could still grow a little bit more in the next few days! I hadn�t time to buy new bras so I had to use this sport bra for a while and it certainly downplayed my new tits a lot. Do you want to see them?�

Linda was speechless, the news made her livid. She didn�t really wanted to see her sister�s progress but she was again falling in that strange trance, she had a sick curiosity once again, so she slowly nodded. Karla smiled broadly and took off her t-shirt and then her sport bra and there they were a wonderful pair of tits, with the perfect combination of perkiness and softness. �They� they are beautiful�, said Linda in a very low voice.

Karla broke the awkward moment and still topless started making the dinner. �Do you want me to bring your t-shirt or one of your new bras�, said Linda that wanted Karla�s tits covered as soon as possible, they were too uncomfortable for her. �You know it is a relief to finally take out that bra, these babies need some air, you were totally right when you said that to me, I am sorry I didn�t understand you. I think I will follow your old advice of being topless while in the apartment. As a matter of fact you can take off yours too, it won�t bother me anymore now that I understand you better�.

Linda blushed, she wasn�t ready to let her sister know that she was smaller than Karla�s had been. �Not today, I am chilly�.

�Whatever�, then they had dinner and went to sleep early.

The next couple of days, Linda really improved her game. She was faster and her hits were stronger, she even surpassed Susan�s forehand speed by a couple of miles per hour. �At least I am able to fight for the state championship�, Linda thought relieved.

But Friday arrived and with it the dreaded clubbing. She tried to resist, but Karla insisted saying, �you are basically the same as last week, so why is it a problem now, come on, you will have fun�. Linda gave up, she knew she wasn�t the same as the previous week but didn�t want to show her lie yet, so she accepted. She stuffed her B-cup bra and put on a baggy blouse to reduce the possibility of being discovered. Karla on the other side used a blouse that showed a lot of cleavage and one of her new bras. Linda was normally an expert to apply the right amount and shades of makeup to make her look great, but now as the insecurity hit her, she used more make up but as a way of compensating her lack of other charms, she looked a little bit overworked, like a young teen trying hard to look adult.

Karla went on an almost natural look, but it was Linda that had some trouble at the entrance but Karla managed the problem with her charms. Once in the club, Linda realized that all her teasing experience was based on her tits, she would lean or stretch to show them, but now her movements looked bad and her trying looked a little bit overworked, so she wasn�t attracting many guys. Karla then started flirting on her own, and soon had a handsome office worker that looked around 25 talking animatedly to her. That was the worst night that Linda could remember, she couldn�t grab the attention of anybody. And she was bored and jealous so she sought refuge on her beverages and soon she was very tipsy. At some time during the night she walked to the bathroom and on her way back she made a wrong turn and ended in the place�s kitchen. An 18 years old boy was washing dishes. He was a high school student and worked on weekends to have some money, he was tall and skinny and far from the handsome, rich boys that Linda dated when she was in high school. Linda was fumbling and was about to fall when the boy stopped her from crashing against some dishes. Linda slightly smiled and the boy helped her to a little room that was in the back of the kitchen. �I think you need some action girl. He said amused.�, Linda was drunk and confused and need some reassurance, her whole night at the club had been a continuous source of frustration, and she needed some reward some sexual relief even it was from this nerd.

He started kissing her and touching her legs and tights, then he let one of his hands travel up her skirt to her panty while enthusiastically kissing her. They were getting hornier by the minute. He started bunching her skirt around her waist and she didn�t stop him, not even when he started pulling her panties down and even less when he started rubbing her very wet blond-haired pussy. Linda�s eyes were glassy and her mouth was open while her respiration was short and fast. Then the boy�s hand started to travel up her stomach under her blouse and she made a feeble attempt to stop him but it only raised his curiosity. He pulled her blouse up and took it off and then pulled the bra cups over her tits and some tissues fall on the floor and he could not avoid to laugh quietly and taking off the rest of the paper in the cups, he kept repeating amused �You stuff your bra!� while rubbing Linda�s small tits, and she was too shocked, too horny, too humiliated and too drunk to stop him or say anything. Just then the room�s door opened and a very furious Karla stormed in. �What are you doing, you pervert son of a bitch. Leave my sister alone or I call the police.� The boy immediately jumped and ran away while Linda was ashamed beyond believe and started clumsily trying to dress. Once Linda was dressed, they walked out of the little room. The waiters captain immediately came to their help, and helped to practically carry a wasted Linda to their car. He was very concerned about the boy�s behavior. �I am sorry miss, He will be fired immediately. Your tab is on the house, and I will be available for anything if you want to press charges or anything�.

�Thanks�, said Karla, that now seemed more at ease, �I think that this was on the edge between consensual and taking advantage of my sister�s drunk state. Anyway nothing really happened and we rather like to stay away from any scandal, so we�ll be happy if you scold him, scare him a little and then fire him, so he would be more careful the next time he sees a girl in a vulnerable state�.

The waiter�s captain seemed relieved and thankful, certainly a sue or a scandal won�t be good for the place and the worst was that the girl seemed underage. He wanted to say something, but he was hesitating, after all he already had what he wanted, but still her parent side could not refrain, and after putting Linda in the backseat, he approached Karla and said, �Listen miss, it is not really my business, and I am not trying to minimize the stupid behavior of my employee, but that is precisely why young girls shouldn�t drink. They have no control and it could easily turn dangerous. You shouldn�t take her to adult places, let her live her own age. For her own safety, she will not be allowed her until she is the right age�.

He expected to be scolded, but he felt he did the right thing, after all he had a 17 years old daughter. To his surprise instead of cursing at him, Karla smiled warmly and said. �Thank you sir, I appreciate your concern and you are right�. Now that the fear of something really bad happening to Linda was quickly fading, she was enjoying this new humiliation of her high and mighty sister.

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The next day Linda awoke with a very serious hangover, she found herself in bed, dressed only in her panties. Then she remembered her shameful night and covered her head with the bed cover in an attempt to isolate herself from the world. She won�t leave her bed never in her life. She was completely ashamed, she had been necking semi naked with a low employee that was unattractive and surely younger than her, and the worst part was that he and Karla know now that she had been stuffing her bras. What could be more shameful?

She resisted going out of the bed for maybe another hour, she listened noises in the kitchen and she wanted Karla to leave, but after a while she realized that she was hungry and thirsty, and her face was on fire, so she could not avoid forever to face Karla.

She put on a t-shirt, without a bra and marched to the bathroom. She realized that her left ankle hurt but she didn�t remembered the previous night clearly enough to know what happened. And her face, well her face was all irritated, she had slept with all that make up and it seemed that it had irritated her face. Dr. Sanders had told her that the treatment could make her skin a little sensitive to some substances. She washed her face until it was perfectly clean then applied some cream and she started to feel better.

She finally marched to the kitchen, to find Karla cleaning topless which only contributed to Linda�s insecurity. To her surprise Karla remained silent while she took her breakfast but when she was about to finish she finally spoke.

� Yesterday was a close call Linda, you were totally wasted and put yourself in danger. We need to change things around here or you are going to get in trouble sooner or later.�

Linda blushed, she was both ashamed and uncomfortable to be scolded by her sister, she used to be the boss and not the other way around. She was about to say something, but she was somehow relieved that Karla was talking about her drinking instead of her stuffing, so she let her continue.
�You are also ruining your athletic abilities by drinking so much. You usually got wasted one or two times in the semester, usually in the end of semester�s parties but now you have been drinking heavy for three straight weekends. You must stop now. I won�t let that all your sacrifices to be the best player of the state go wasted just because you drink too much. From now on you are forbidden to drink alcohol. And no more clubbing until you show more responsibility�

Linda wanted to protest, she certainly didn�t like to be told what to do but she felt apprehensive about losing her chances at tennis after all her sacrifices just because the alcohol ruined her reflexes and her top physical condition. She wanted to say something to agree while still making clear that she was the one in charge, but her mind was to cloudy, and she was still too ashamed of the previous night events so she simply nodded. �Yes Karla�.

She immediately regretted her mousy attitude but was to tire to fight. She could not stand anymore and made a motion to stand up, but Karla stopped her. �Wait a second Linda. I got one more thing to tell you�, Now Linda really wanted to leave. Karla pushed softly down and pulled a chair so she sat very near of Linda. Linda was looking at the table, suddenly interested in her empty plate while Karla was looking to her face. �Linda�, she said softly, �Look at me�. She slowly turned to see her sister. She felt very uncomfortable with her sister�s big tits so close of her. �You know what do we need to talk about. Don�t you?�. Linda averted her eyes, she was speechless, her heart was pounding hard. Linda continued, �You should not be ashamed of your body, you always told me that, You only need to get used to it. Pretending to be something else won�t help you. You should learn to be comfortable with your new self. Give me your shirt�.

Linda was very stressed, her face was bright red and her ears ringed. She was having a d�j� vu, she had said similar words to Karla when she stuffed her bra when she was 15 or 16 years old. Just this time it was a lot more shameful because she wasn�t a young girl but an adult woman of 19. And she didn�t asked Karla to take off her shirt at that time.

Both girls remained silent for a while. Karla with her hand extended waiting for her sister�s shirt. �You know you need to overcome your insecurity to get your goals, otherwise you will turn so mousy that you won�t just reduce your social life but will put your tennis career at risk.�

Linda felt trapped. She saw true in Karla�s words, but she didn�t think that being topless in front of her now very developed sister would help at all with her insecurities, but as Karla continued pressing she finally took off her shirt and gave it to her. �are you happy�, she said angry and defiantly.

�Well, well. You shouldn�t be ashamed, you look so cute�. Karla could barely cover her enormous satisfaction, she was thinking. �Is she smaller than I was?�. Linda on the other side blushed with shame, she knew what �cute� really mean. She had used that word many times to refer to Karla. She knew it meant girlish and not a real woman competitor. Karla observed her for a while, she was carefully examining every inch of her breast, which felt creepy for Linda who pulled her shirt from Karla�s hands and was about to put it on when Karla again took it back. �No. Linda, you need to accept yourself and I will help you. From now on you are forbidden to cover your torso when we are alone.�

�Are you crazy? You are not my boss or anything, give me my shirt back you moron�. Karla pressed a little bit, �You know you need a little push, but if you are not ready to let me help you, well you can have it. I just think that you will end locked in your room if you are not even brave enough to be topless in front of me�. Said Karla handing the shirt to Linda.

Linda hesitated for a moment, the she said to herself, �What the fuck. I am braver than she�, she then rejected her shirt and said, �If you think this could help, I�ll give it a try�.

�That�s the spirit girl!�, said Karla.

She spent the rest of the day topless. After breakfast she showered and put some jeans and her usual high heels. Outside of the tennis court she always wore high heels, in great part because Karla�s bigger height always made her feel inadequate. With her 4� heels she was on pair with her sister that rarely used high heels. She felt strange wearing jeans and heels while topless but she decided it was more normal that remaining in panties all day. She was walking to the kitchen just after that when she twisted her ankle, the same that was aching in the morning. She felt to the floor and cursed several times and even her eyes shinned with a couple of tears that she couldn�t avoid. Karla ran to help her. �You shouldn�t wear high heels for a awhile, yesterday at the club you twisted your ankle too. Right now it doesn�t seem to be any damage to your ankle, you are not even swelled, but your ankles seemed to be under a lot of stress from all the training. I think you are putting at risk the whole season by wearing those high heels all the time. Imagine if you break your ankle or something�.

Karla wasn�t convinced but she was in pain and didn�t want to risk another twisted ankle, this time it could severe a ligament or something. Her jeans were a little long to wear barefoot so she changed and spent the rest of the day barefoot and wearing just very small shorts and absolutely nothing else.

She felt very self conscious, specially when Karla got near. She instinctively got away every time Karla approached her, it was evident that she was avoiding being near her topless sister because the comparison was just too much to bear. Karla was amused by that behavior, but she wasn�t really used to be topless all the time, so she suggested, �Linda, you are avoiding me. If you are uncomfortable with my nakedness, I can dress, it surely feels better to be free but I can sacrifice that comfort to make you feel better. Do you want me to dress?�

Linda didn�t want to see that big pair of tits anymore so she said yes. The result was perhaps counterproductive because a few minutes later Karla returned to the living room. This time she was fully dressed with tight jeans and a white blouse that was tight on her and let a lot of cleavage visible. She was wearing Linda�s heels, �I think I will wear your heels for awhile, that way you won�t be tempted to used them and risk your ankles.�

Linda was angry, but she wasn�t in the mood to fight. No why she was scantly dressed and showing her small tits to the world while her sister was neatly dressed and with her high heels towered by 8� making her feel real small.

The rest of the weekend they remained home with a nearly naked Linda and her neatly dressed sister. The following week was pretty much the same when they were at home. Linda never got to feel happy with her new body but was little by little getting used to it. And in the tennis court she was becoming a lioness, she played fiercely every game. She continued improving her speed and strength and was using all of her frustration in favor of her game, she hit every ball with real hate. She played against the best female students of her coach and defeated every one of them and she even played against a 16 year old boy that defeated her but not before she put a hell of a fight. At least her tennis was giving her some satisfaction. The other female players in her coach�s tennis school were a little jealous and mad about the new girl that was grabbing all the coach�s attention and who played merciless against them. One day several girls were talking in the changing room. �I hate the new girl, she is so self centered, never talks to anybody�, said Jenny a 17 year old and very promising player.

�Yes she is really hateful, specially when she celebrates her victories�, continued Betty the eldest of the pack . �Hey cool down�, say Elisa, the former top player of the school, �Let�s forget about it. I don�t want to hear about her anymore. Do you have plans for the evening? I was planning to go shopping, and maybe I go for a haircut. How do you think I would look with shorter hair?�.

�How shorter?�, said Jenny who quickly forgot about Linda and her modals.

�I was planning something a bit radical, a bob style with bangs just above the shoulders, like this one�, she said showing her a magazine with a lot of haircut pictures.
Elisa had long brown hair, it was nice but a little bit wild.

Jenny said, �Wow, cool! I think you will look great you have fine factions, you will look like a model�

�Thanks Jenny, I thought that short hair would be more flattering than my current wild mane, but is certainly cool to hear some confirmation�, she said with a wide smile, �do you want to come with me? Maybe join me?�

�Yes and not�, she said with a fresh laugh.

But then Betty who was quiet until then spoke. �Can you wait until tomorrow afternoon?�

�Well� it is not really a problem, you want me to wait because you are going with us or because you are going to cut your hair too�.

�Neither�, she said with a smirk, �it is only that I have a plan, we�ve got nothing to lose and maybe we could have a chance to get back at this new girl.�, She took the magazine and started cutting a few pictures of haircuts using her hands while the others observed her with curiosity. �If you agree come with me before she leaves the court, she must have just finished her service practice with the coach. Just follow me and don�t contradict me�

They walked to the court and found Linda packing her racket in her bag. She never showered in the courts, so she was going to leave immediately. �Hey Linda, you are really improving your first serve�, said Betty.

�Oh, yes, thank you�, said Linda who was uninterested in the conversation and turned to leave but Betty stopped her.

�Linda. Betty says that you won over her the last two times just because you were lucky and because she was trying new techniques�, Linda continued walking while Betty followed.

�She says she can beat you any day�, Linda was still uninterested, she couldn�t care the less about that girl jealousy if anything she felt flattered. �Whatever�, was her laconic response.

�She said that you are a flat-chested bitch and she can easily beat you. I know she was bragging so I pushed her to challenge you with a bet. She challenges you to a match tomorrow morning, the winner chooses the haircut style for the looser�, Now she was angry, how does that stupid Elisa could call her a flat-chested bitch, she turned to see Elisa waiting for an apology or something , instead she found an amused laugh. She was so surprised by her long time friend ingenious idea that she could not avoid to smile openly which was interpreted by Linda as a new mockery. �I can beat you anytime�, she said while thinking � I will turn you into a bald girl, she will learn to never mess with me again�.

�We will keep this playful so to avoid anything extreme, You may choose anyone of these hair cuts�, Said Betty while showing Linda four haircut photos, not of them were too extreme, they went just a little bit over the shoulders. Linda was confused looking at the four photos all of beautiful models that looked fine, and was trying to picture in which style her opponent would look the worst or will make her feel more out of place. She was about to choose one that pictured a brunette with a fringe to the middle of the forehead and with straight hair that went just to the middle of the neck. She could picture that the cut was unflattering for most people but the model was really beautiful and wearing her make up she was probably the prettier of the pack. Seeing her hesitation Betty approached her and said, �She really hates bangs, she said she would look like an Emmo�. Linda started analyzing the only photo with bangs, she was hesitating, she wasn�t sure that Eliza would look that bad with it, but then Eliza interrupted them �No! you told her, you said you won�t tell her my tastes. It is not fair, that photo is out of question�. �OK this one�, said Linda handing the one with bangs to Betty. �If you want to back off, you can do it now and avoid the humiliation bitch�, said Linda.

But then Eliza seemed to find new resolution and picked the photo with the fringes. She knew that if Linda had been observing it for the longest time, it would probably mean that she considered it the worst for herself.

Linda shivered a little bit. She didn�t want a haircut right then and certainly not a short and risky one like that, but she calmed herself thinking, �the last match I won 6-2, 6-1, she is out of my league. I can have some fun and see another girl losing something dear for a change�.

When Linda parted the other three laughed for a while, but then Eliza said, �The only sad part is that she will think that my haircut was her idea and that it would be a sign of my defeat�.

But Betty intervened, �You may win, she will play with pressure while you don�t have anything to lose�.

Still Eliza wasn�t so sure.

Part 4.

The next day, Eliza and the girls were waiting for Linda. She arrived to the court 20 minutes late. She was feeling very bad, her period had arrived early, it had passed just 15 maybe 17 days. She had always been regular, but the worst part was that she was feeling strong cramps, and her legs ached. Her period was usually very tame and she rarely took an analgesic during it but now she felt sick. She said to the girls, �Sorry girls, but I can play today, I feel really bad�.

�Do you have fever or something?�, said Jenny, showing some concern.

�Is it something contagious?�, said Betty with some concern.

�No, not really, but I can play today and I will skip the practice too�.

�What is it then? Are you a chicken or what?�, said Eliza

�It is my period stupid�, said Linda exasperated.

�Your period? That is no reason to suspend the match, we all have played in our periods. What are you going to do in the tournaments. Sorry judge can you change my match for the next week because I have my period�.

�No. you don�t understand this time��, she was going to say that this time it was different and really hard but the girls keep saying, �chicken. Chicken�.

�OK.�, let�s play. I see you love bangs so much that you can�t wait�.

She tried to sound aggressive and self confident and tried to convince herself, �I can beat this hog with a hand tied�, she said to herself but she wasn�t so convinced.
One hour later an exhausted Linda accepted defeat, she had lost 6-4, 6-0, she just couldn�t play. Every time that she tried to hit the ball at full strength her abdomen pain raised to unsupportable levels, so she tried to keep herself in the game trying to wait for her opponent errors but by the end of the first set she was very tired and her legs ached a lot. She ended accepting 5 aces in the last set which was humiliating but not as much as having her rival mocking at her serves and hitting them so hard that she couldn�t win a single point in the entire set when she was serving . She tried but she simply didn�t have the stamina to keep fighting.

Linda fell to the ground defeated. She felt terrible, she felt humiliated. She had won every game to those girls and now that it was for a bet she had lost easily.
The other girls picked her from the floor. �Come on Linda, you are a good sport. We will help you to feel better. They guided her to the showers, there was a small Jacuzzi. Betty said, get into the Jacuzzi, the warm water will help you, in the meanwhile I will look for some medicine.�

Linda didn�t like the idea of being naked in front of those girls, specially with her new small tits, but she felt really bad and thought, �What the hell, they aren�t Pamela Anderson either�.

She got naked and went into the tube and she started feeling better and better, the girls were talking playfully but didn�t pick at her or bullied her for her size as she had expected. They didn�t share the Jacuzzi either, maybe because of her period. Betty then returned with a pill and soon Linda was feeling fine. She felt very weak but otherwise she felt a lot better.

Then they got dressed and went to the cars it was time to pay the bet. �You are a very good sport�, said Betty, �Your menstruation really affected you, I measured some your forehand strokes and you never passed the 45 mph while you normally top at 57 or something like that. You should see your doctor, otherwise you won�t be able to compete in several tournaments of the semester�.

That left Linda really thinking. An hour later she was on the stylist chair, seeing chunks of her blonde hair falling to the floor, she was feeling really apprehensive, but she had to be a good sport and the girls had been very supportive. They had their revenge and now they were leaving behind her hate for the new girl. At the end, she looked at the mirror, it wasn�t too flattering, she looked like a middle school girl. Without the professional makeup the haircut didn�t look sophisticated at all, and the short hair wasn�t to flattering for her slightly wide face. She sighed with resignation, �well it would look better with make up�. She finally said good by to the girls who embraced her sincerely and then drove her car to her apartment. But she was so anxious to get there that she speeded a little bit and it was stopped by a young traffic officer. Normally they were easy cake for her, just a lean or a stretch combined with a smile and they let her go without a fine. But this time the officer didn�t catch any of her flirting and asked for her driver�s license. He looked at the busty long haired girl with mature makeup in the photo and the little girl in front of him and said. �I said your driver�s license, not your sister�s�. Handing back the license to Linda.

She took it thinking that she maybe had taken Karla�s license by accident but it was hers! �Hey you moron, this is my license, can�t you recognize a woman just by a little haircut�, she was exasperated and wanted to go home right then it had been a long morning. �Can I go now?�,

�No, ma�am, you need to show me a drivers license, otherwise I will pick the car�

�Haven�t you been listening you stupid. THIS IS MY LICENSE! Now if you excuseme I have more important things to do than to talk to you�.

�Step out of the car�, said the officer in a calm but firm voice.

�No�, she said, she was getting afraid.

�Step out of the car now!�, he said.

She could not avoid to obey.

�Turn around�

�What, why are you doing this�, she said her voice starting to crack. �I am sorry�

The officer didn�t listen her, �Turn around and bend over the car�

She complied trembling and the officer cuffed her hands behind her back, she was shaking and tears began escaping her eyes.

The officer didn�t say a word, he opened the back door of his patrol and helped her inside.

She was openly crying now. He then said, �You insulted repeatedly a police officer and that is a felony and you are not carrying a license and most probably you are underage. Think about it�

The officer didn�t want to arrest her or anything, he just wanted to scare her a little so she will be more careful next time. He returned with his cell phone and said, �Tell me the number of your sister�.

He dialed it.

�Hello, Ms. Linda, I have your little sister here, she was driving your car with you license and on top of that she insulted me several times. I am feeling lenient this time, so you can come and get it we are just a few blocks south of the mall�.

Linda expected Karla to clarify the true but it never happened. The officer was pretty convinced that Karla was Linda, her tits were the right size and her hair was a bit darker but she could have change tints or something. If he had looked more carefully at her face he could have notice that while pretty similar they were not identical, unfortunately his sight never went that high.

�Just be sure that she doesn�t drive a car until she gets her license, otherwise the insurance won�t cover you�.

�Thanks officer, I owe you one�, said Karla with a warm smile and leaning teasingly to show her ample breast. She was learning the tricks very fast. Linda was angry, the officer was eating from her hand, the same officer that just treat her like a little girl and ignored her completely�

The drive home was silent. Karla was pretty amused by the new events and the haircut. �What was she thinking?�. And the fact that her just a few weeks ago she was no competition at all in the love court, gave Karla a big wave of satisfaction.

Part 5

Once in their home, Linda was furious at Karla. �Why didn�t she clarified it all to the policeman? Now the policeman is more convinced that I am a minor pretending to be my big sister. He saw my protests as a girl�s tantrum and Karla did nothing to change that image. I hate her�, she thought bitterly. She wanted to confront her sister, but she didn�t feel so confident right then, it had been a long and disastrous day. Her early menstruation, the lost match, the stupid haircut and the humiliating exchange with the policeman. It was just too much, she had to compose herself before confronting Karla so she went to her room and locked the door.

She looked at her image in the mirror, she looked like a small town high school girl on a summer vacation. She was wearing sinkers, denim shorts and a black t-shirt with the logo of a rock band.

�I look like a stupid small town girl, no wonder that dumb policeman didn�t took me seriously�, she thought. �And of course Karla was smartly dressed with my favorite black skirt and that new blue blouse of hers and my high heels and she was wearing makeup, it is no so strange that he considered her my big sister�. Of course Linda was denying to herself the fact that Karla was also taller, her hair style looked more sophisticated and had much bigger tits.

�All I need is to fix my appearance a little bit and I will on par with Karla�. She looked for her more business-like clothes and put on a gray skirt that went to just above her knees and a white button up blouse. She wasn�t quite satisfied, the button up blouses didn�t flattered as much as when she had bigger tits but she simply sighed and continued her makeover while trying to convince herself, �I am not trying to look sexier now, just more mature, I can look sexier if I want, but not with this clothes�, the idea sparked in her mind, �One of this days I will dress really sexy to make that dumb policeman feel like a complete dork�. She relaxed a bit with this thought but her calm was short lived, she looked for her high heels shoes and found that none of them were in her closet. She was furious again, �She has no right. I can decide if I use high heels or not. I am not a child. This time Karla is really going to hear a word of two from me�, but she wasn�t still too confident with her appearance, first she wanted to put on some makeup and comb her hair with more style.

She took her cosmetics to the bathroom and started applying some base on all her face then expertly applied some mascara in her eyelashes, a discrete eye shadow and was just starting to put some color on her cheeks when all of her face started to burn and itch terribly. She quickly washed her face with a lot of cold water and soap and little by little her face skin started to feel normal again. She cursed at her bad luck, unknown to her, Karla had spiced her cosmetics with some kind of itching powder which was pretty inoffensive after washing it but her skin will soon learn to react to the makeup compounds as if they were the itching powder making her allergic to makeup.

Linda cursed, �Fuck! Looks like my skin is still sensitive to the makeup, I shouldn�t haveused that much last Friday. All I can do for now is try to improve my hair�. Without makeup her eyes didn�t look as big and her complexion as perfect. Then she started trying to comb her hair in different styles but the fringes where too short to comb to one side of her head so they ended in her forehead time after time, the rest was just as stubborn as her fringes. She cursed again, �Stupid bet. Fuck those girls, fuck this menstruation!�.

She went barefoot to the kitchen, she didn�t look so different as when she entered her room, the only change was in her clothes and they didn�t look so neat either, she didn�t even tug her blouse correctly in the skirt. She probably looked even worse, like a young teen trying hard to look older. Karla was sitting there eating some fruit while watching TV. �You fucking bitch! Why didn�t you tell the police the truth! You made me look like a moron�, said Linda.

�I freed you. Didn�t I?�, said Karla calmly, �It would have taken a lot more time to explain everything to him. You already looked different from your license photo, but now with this new haircut, you really look like another person and I didn�t know what to do to prove that you were really Linda, it was a lot easier to go along with what he believed�

�Oh great Idea, you genius, and what will I do tomorrow if he stops me again. Should I tell him that you were joking?�

�It was certainly amusing�, said Karla barely containing a laugh while reminiscing with satisfaction the whole scene, somehow that policeman not only confirmed Karla as the top female of the house but also made it clear that Linda was no longer a competitor, and even more intriguing for Karla, she realized that Linda was almost out of the dating scene, �How I wish I could do just a little push� �, she thought, but she had absolutely no idea about what to do next.

Karla continued talking �but I won�t  risk another problem with the police if I were you. As a matter of fact I think you shouldn�t drive until you get a new license with a new photo that matches your current appearance. We could have trouble not only with the police but with the insurance��

Linda didn�t like the idea of saying good bye to her actual Id�s with her gorgeous image, but she accepted with sadness that she indeed needed to update them because she wasn�t going to be recognized in those photos, and the questioning would be humiliating. Still she was furious at Karla.
�I will drive whenever I want, it is not that you have any authority to tell me what to do, you fucking bitch�

For a moment Karla seemed on the verge of exploding but then she calmed herself and said, �it is at your risk, I won�t go again to pick you up if you are stopped by the police. And I don�t know why are you so mad at me. The haircut was your Idea, and don�t get me wrong, you really look very cute but it is a bit of a radical change to your usual style�.

Karla liked Linda�s new style, she looked younger and less sophisticated.

Linda then finally broke down, the day had been a complete disaster and now hearing again the word �cute�, was making her crumble. �The haircut wasn�t my idea. I lost a bet in a tennis match against Eliza and the looser had to cut her hair in the style that the other chose. So this is Eliza�s selection not mine�

Suddenly Karla seemed concerned, �But why did you lose against her. You had beaten her several times and you said last week that she wasn�t on your league?�

�I had my period�, she said, finally letting go all of her frustration, trying to find some sympathy. Karla raised an eyebrow, Linda had played dozens of times on her period. Linda understood the unspoken question and continued her pitiful tale, �But this period was like nothing else I had suffered before. I have the stronger colic I ever felt, and my legs ache a lot, I took a pill that made the pain bearable but it make me feel very weak. And the worst part was that this period came 12 days earlier. Can you believe it?�. Linda was on the verge of crying.

�This is serious Linda�, said Karla genuinely concerned, �we need to go see the doctor tomorrow morning. I am pretty sure she can help�. That seemed to cool down Linda, she was finally finding some empathy.

The next morning they were in Dr. Patricia�s office, she had been listening carefully Linda�s explanation about her symptoms and after a little bit of pondering to order her thoughts she finally talked.

�I am afraid that this could be a side effect of our treatment. As I explained you at the beginning, the creams and substances that we used contain certain amounts of hormones and proto-hormones that in some rare cases could affect the balance of our patients, if only temporary. We found your symptoms in just a couple of the 20 patients that we attended before. The frequent and painful periods were part of their experience. If you are like them it will get gradually worse and peak in around 70 or 90 days, by that time one of them was having 12 day cycles counting 4 days of menstruation and then she started to regularize, the good news is that both of them returned to a perfectly normal condition in just 6 months, by their 11th or 12th period they were having normal cycles and low pain�.

Linda felt ditzy, it was horrible and completely devastating for her tennis aspirations. This just can�t be possible, after all her sacrifices. She was pale, she felt the world collapse over her.  �You fucking moron!�, She said when she finally managed to gtt out of her stupor, �you are ruining my career! I can�t compete at all with this menstruation, and I will have it 12 times in the semester, I won�t be able to win a single tournament, I won�t even qualify for the state circuit, You must fix this immediately. You say it in your contract asshole!�. Linda was transforming all her fear, frustration and insecurity into raw anger.

�Please calm yourself down, there is no need to insult the doctor. She will help you. Don�t you?�, said Karla that was showing more maturity.

The doctor was pretty upset with the insults but managed to remain professional and said, �Unfortunately it is not that easy. We could give her some birth control pills trying to regulate her periods but it won�t work because the proto-hormones are affecting the production of hormones right now in her body, if we add more hormones to the mix the results could be unpredictable maybe she could get better but she most probably get worse. There is also the birth control long term injection, it causes in some patients long cycles or even missing periods but it also mess with your muscles, and may cause depression and other mental problems, specially in young women, so in your case it is not indicated at all. Besides most of this treatments may take even more than 6 months to regularize a girl, so it doesn�t worth the effort and the risks�.
�Are you a fucking ignorant or what? There must be a way? A real doctor should have known what to do�, said Linda, her face red with anger. After all that she had sacrificed she won�t even be able to show her talent in the tennis courts because she won�t be able to qualify to the state circuit and she will most probably wouldn�t be able to even repeat her previous semester mediocre performance.

�Any doctor will tell you that you have to wait. It is the best and safest alternative�, Said the doctor trying to keep the calm.

Linda was about to talk again with a bunch of insults which would probably have caused that they were asked to leave, but Karla intervened with a soft calm voice. Her mind had been working a thousand miles per hour since she heard the phrase �missing periods�, and after a little internal moral debate she decided to try her idea. �It is not as it would work anyway�, she thought and said

�Dr. I don�t pretend to know anything, you are the doctor and you know best but couldn�t a supprelix implant help her�.

To Karla and Linda�s surprise the doctor seemed to ponder her commentary. Linda was intrigued by Karla�s proposal, it seemed to her like an invented name but the doctor seemed to be thinking seriously about it. Linda never thought that Karla had any interest in medicine or any science for that matter, but it wasn�t however the time to think about her sister, she had a big problem here and must remain focused on herself, most probably Karla simply read an advertisement on those girly magazines that she use to read anyway, and Linda really didn�t care at all, she hadn�t even asked Karla what was she going to do with her life or if she had matriculated in the community college. The doctor on the other side knew exactly where Karla�s idea came from, after all she had carefully read Karla�s medical history.

Karla knew very well about that implant, it was her long time nemesis. Those implants were a treatment for central precocious puberty, a single implant normally last a year, keeping puberty at bay for that time. She knew it very well she read a lot about them when she was growing because she had two of them to delay her puberty for 2 years when she was younger.

The doctor finally talked. �Certainly it is an interesting option, it would almost surely suppress her periods completely, but it could have other effects, some of them unknown, I wouldn�t recommend��

She was interrupted by Linda that was exasperated and didn�t want to see this new door closed. �Listen you moron, even a mediocre high school girl knew more than you, you should be ashamed. Stop putting barriers to my cure, put me the damn implant. And let me go on with my life!�
The doctor blushed with anger, she should tell Linda the kind of side effects that it may cause her. The treatment will stop or diminish the production of some hormones while leaving others flow normally or even in excess because the body could try to compensate the missing ones, all of which could cause unexpected results in an adult woman. Unfortunately for Linda, the doctor was furious at the little brat who was constantly insulting her, �This probably is not the most ethical thing to do but maybe this could teach her to listen and to respect her elders�, she thought while silently pulling a form from her desk drawer. It was a consent form for a procedure, she filled the name of the implant and Linda�s name. She filled another blank that stated that giving it�s nature, the treatment could not be suspended in less than a year. The last paragraph stated that Linda had been thoroughly informed of the risks and that she accepted them and that it was her decision to proceed and she was the only one responsible since the treatment will be done at her explicit request and not as a result of the doctor�s recommendation. �Sign this and I will do it right now�.

Linda read it, �This text is designed to scare me�, she thought, �but at the end it is only legal mumbo jumbo, if the doctor expects me to apologize and beg her for information she is very wrong. If there would be a serious risk, something life threatening, she would tell me�, then she signed the paper while saying, �I have the guts to do it. I don�t care for a headache or something from time to time as long as I don�t have this fucking incapacitating periods anymore�.

Just a couple of hours later the process was over and the sisters were driving home. Linda was pretty satisfied. She felt she was regaining some control , she had made that powerful adult woman listen and obey her. She felt some of her old power returning, and after the police dismissing her as young girl the previous day, she finally felt asserted as an adult woman. Karla was equally delighted on the ride home, she was driving the car and was wondering what the future could bring to Linda. For moments she feel some regrets but then she remembered how Linda called her, �a mediocre High School girl�, and the memories of all those years full of despiteful treatment flood her mind and made her feel more at ease with her conscience.

Linda was ordered to rest for a couple of weeks before restarting her training. The first week was a good one. First her menstruation ended almost immediately which was very good, then she noted a little bit of swelling on her tits and she felt sexier, and hornier all the time. The constant arousal and the fact that she had nothing to do caused her to masturbate a lot which was very rare on her. She certainly had enjoyed sex in the past, but it was not such a big deal, she always easily kept her own arousal at bay which facilitated her ability to play with men desires to her advantage, she used to be a teaser more than anything else. Now her cravings seemed to be running wild but she didn�t care too much and all in all she was very happy with the treatment. She continued being topless in the apartment as Karla had instructed but now she thought, �I bet she is disappointed that my tits are growing back, ha ha�.

But the second week wasn�t as smooth, first her tits receded to her now normal A-cup size, which was a disappointment, her horniness however didn�t recede at all. Her appetite was very low, she could easily go the entire day with just a couple of snack bars, and she found herself playing with her food more than eating it. On Friday night Karla went out clubbing while LInda stayed home. Karla was going to order her to stay but it wasn�t necessary as she didn�t want to go anyway. The reality was that Linda felt apprehension just thinking about going out, the last time had been too shameful and she wasn�t ready to face the flirting arena again, specially with her now gorgeous sister beside her.

Karla was pretty satisfied seeing that Linda was finally surrendering and was now obviously afraid to compete with her. After those years that the situation was just the opposite it tasted like victory.

After Karla left Linda went to her sister�s room and realized her worst fears were true. Karla was now using 34 D Bras! She knew she shouldn�t do it, she knew it would only make her feel worse and more insecure, but she couldn�t resist putting one of new Karla�s bras. She blushed bright red seeing her image in the mirror. The bra was almost empty! Her lower lip was trembling, she felt completely humiliated, knowing that her sister�s looks were getting more and more unreachable.  She was felling regret for the sacrifices that she had done to improve her tennis, after all deep inside her she knew it was partly to win over Karla, to feel completely and absolutely superior than her twin sister, which she always felt she was in every aspect except that. She certainly was on her way to reach that goal, but she didn�t expect her sister to get the upper hand in the beauty department. She tried to shake out the depression,   she looked at herself in the mirror and trying to get some courage she said to herself, �I certainly can�t compete with her  udders, but look at my ass and legs, they are really great,�, and they were indeed, her legs were well toned and beautifully shaped and her ass was simply the perfect bubble ass, �I just need to learn to flaunt them with good taste. They are sure prettier than Karla�s�.  From then on, she only wore her tightest shorts or panties at home. Her breast could be small but she should show Karla that she had the best ass and legs around.

During the third week she restarted her training. By doctors orders she wasn�t allowed to compete nor her speed was measured because the doctor considered that she must not effort to the max until at least the fourth week, and Linda was grateful because she was extenuated at the end of the light trainings anyway.

The week had been pretty unsatisfying for Linda.  She knew she hadn�t returned to her previous playing level and she felt tired at the court which made her training time a lot less enjoyable, and the rest of the time had been pretty boring. She had spent most of the time inside her home and she had realized that she could not remain like that all the time or she will end up depressed or something. She was determined   to return to clubbing that weekend. She wanted  to show Karla that she wasn�t insecure and that she could still beat her at flirting.  She had been practicing some teases for her ass and legs. �I bet I can get at least as much attention as her�, she thought encouraging herself.

When Friday arrived she was resolved to go with her plan and return to the flirting scene. But things didn�t start well, she realized that she wasn�t the only one changing. Karla arrived home in the afternoon portraying a new hairdo. She had tinted her hair in a lighter blonde color, almost matching Linda�s hair. Linda felt very uncomfortable because now Karla resembled her former image much more closely than herself. If Linda hadn�t changed so much in the last few weeks, they could now really be identified as identical twins, well except for the height and Karla�s slightly bigger tits than Linda�s former ones.

Linda felt disappointed, her hair color was no longer an advantage and she had to gather all her will power to keep her self confidence and resolve. She went to her room and made her best effort to look great, but after an hour of struggling with her hair and her clothes� choice, she wasn�t pretty satisfied with the results of her efforts;  her haircut and the lack of makeup didn�t help her at all, her now small tits couldn�t be effectively helped by push up bras or anything, even with the extra pad that she used to stuff it,  and her only way out was to put a baggy shirt to make less obvious their small size, but the worst part was that her clothes didn�t seem to fit very well, even her mini skirt didn�t seem so tight this time.  She sighed with resignation and waited for Karla in the living room trying to encourage herself thinking that she still looked great, but  when Karla came out of her room wearing a killer red dress that showed all of her attributes to her best, Linda could not avoid to blush; Karla�s long wavy blond hair looked  incredible,  her tits were obviously outstanding and to Linda�s dismay the rest of Karla�s body looked just as good, the dress fit her like a glove giving her a very attractive hourglass figure.  Linda bit her lower lip nervously, her sister�s ass and legs looked better than hers, she didn�t even fill her skirt so well today. Linda�s insecurity grew to a new high levels and all her resolve to return to the flirting scene disappeared. She felt she will be inadequate not just besides her gorgeous sister, but maybe besides most of the other women.  Memories of the scene with the policeman when her usual charms were completely ineffective flooded her mind. Linda felt suddenly completely overwhelmed by her insecurities,  she was almost sweating and didn�t want to go anymore.

Linda waited for a few minutes  to save some face,  she didn�t want Karla to think that she felt less attractive than her, and then she feigned a stomachache and refused to go.

Both sisters knew the real cause but Karla said nothing, she sensed this time that her sister was not only afraid of her competency but she was definitely losing more and more of her self-confidence becoming more insecure, maybe the scene with the policeman had a stronger effect  on her or maybe the unflattering fit of her mini skirt was the source of her new insecurity. All in all, Linda wasn�t definitely the woman of a few weeks  before and the change was well beyond the physical changes.

After that day, Linda entered  a period of denying, she avoided full body mirrors and desperately tried to convince herself that she looked just as before, but  one day during the fourth week she finally admitted that all her clothes were getting less and less tight and not just that miniskirt. That day her shorts had almost fallen to the floor and she blamed the elastic band but when she changed into another she realized it didn�t fit so well anymore. She recognized for the first time that something new was happening to her.

She was alone in her home, so  nervously she took off all of her clothes and watched her image in the mirror. Certainly her hips looked a little bit narrower, her ass definitely smaller, and her arms and legs a bit scrawny, her knees seemed a little bony and� and� her pussy, it seemed as her hair down there was sparser!  Linda was shocked at the changes, she tried to calm herself down by thinking, �Maybe my imagination is making me see all these changes more exaggerated  than they really are, like those anorexics that always see themselves fat in the mirror�, but then realized with sadness, �No, these changes are real, otherwise my clothes would still fit me right�.

She was getting more and concerned, she touched her tits. �Are they smaller?�, she thought with panic. She went for one of her sister�s former A-cup bras. She had confiscated her sister�s former bras because she was too ashamed to go shopping for that size. Linda normally didn�t wear a bra at home and used only sports bras to play, so she hadn�t try them in a while. She took the bra and with trembling hands she put it on. Her lower lip trembled contemplating her image in the mirror. Half the cup was empty! More than half the cup, she corrected herself. She got naked again and contemplating her image she thought, �Not much to see right now, I look almost androgyny, childish.�, she thought bitterly. She was on the verge of crying, as a matter of fact she felt more emotional as days passed. She tried to replace those feelings with some positive aggressiveness, �Don�t want to date for the next months anyway, I will concentrate on my tennis�.

During the following days she tried to eat better but her efforts were short lived, she will serve herself a portion of meat and vegetables and end up playing with them, making towers or something while eating a snack bar or anything with sugar. But the physical changes weren�t the only ones. Linda was so concentrated in her body changes and on her practices that she had been neglecting most of the rest of her responsibilities. The time to choose a major and complete her enrolment in college was about to expire. Her debit card had expired a couple of weeks before and she hadn�t gone to the bank to get a new one, she knew she had to do it but she was afraid to go and that the clerk didn�t recognize her in her old ids. She seemed to be more disorganized and less likely to do the important things first. Karla had drove her to get new photos for her ids, the photos were her only advance on that matter, she hadn�t even applied for a new license or Id, and she had adapted pretty well to be driven to and from the tennis school by Karla. Little by little she had left Karla carry all the responsibilities of their home. The arrangement with Dr. Sanders had expired a week ago and Linda hadn�t cared to arrange a new contract with the landlord and pay for groceries or even pay for the tennis school for that matter.

The fifth week, Linda�s world seemed to start collapsing. She had lost a lot of weight, from 109 pounds to 90 in just matter of weeks, and a big proportion seemed to be muscle because her speed, both running and hitting the ball was falling fast. By the sixth week her forehand stroke had fallen to 43 mph and she was losing easily with every adult woman of the tennis school. Her emotions seemed to be running wild, she easily cried after a defeat and easily exploded in bursts of rage for unimportant little annoyances.

She realized by then that the implant was somehow causing her those effects, she decided that she have to stop that even if those crazy menstruation returned. She met the doctor but she said, �Sorry Linda, as I told you before, and as you read in the paper that you signed, the implant can�t be removed. It is designed to slowly pour it�s content for 12 months and then it would be slowly absorbed by your body. There is no safe extraction procedure, If we try to retire it, it could break and spill 10 months of dose in a few minutes, and that could even kill you. So I am sorry but you have to stay with it for the next 10 months, but let me tell you that the changes will stabilize very soon�. This time Linda was so shocked that she had not a smart come back at all. She listened quiet and frightened and then thanked the doctor in a very low voice and left her office to return home. Her only consolation was that at least she hadn�t cried in front of that hateful doctor, which was probably the biggest sample of self control that she had showed in weeks.

She returned home defeated, she changed into a long t-shirt and no panties and went to the kitchen to have dinner. She didn�t dare to be topless, by then her breast were totally flat. She was having a bowl of a colorful cereal when her sister entered the apartment, she was accompanied by a handsome man in his early twenties. Linda was paralyzed, she was blushing with shame, she wanted to run to her room but she was paralyzed like a deer in the spotlight.

Linda felt she was dressed in a completely inappropriate way to have a male visit, but Karla greeted her like it wasn�t a big deal, �Hi Linda, this is Frank a college student I met last Friday�.

�Hi, Linda. Nice to meet you.�, said Frank while extending his hand looking her straight in the eyes.

Linda was still blushing, she felt tongue tied and she averted her sight to the floor and with a barely audible voice she just said, �Hi�, while nervously shaking his hand.

Frank felt bad at the girl embarrassment. �I didn�t like to disturb your dinner Kiddo, maybe I should come back later�

Linda blushed even more at being call �Kiddo�, she babbled something unintelligible, grabbed a  snack bar and marched to her room.  On her way she heard Frank whispering to her sister. �She shouldn�t be so shy, I sure when she grows she will be as gorgeous as you�, Karla responded amused, �that is what I keep telling her�.

Linda was so absorbed trying to listen the humiliating conversation that she tripped with a little table that was on the aisle and felt to the floor with her legs spread and her t-shirt bunched around her middle back, exposing her now flat ass and her now completely hairless pussy. After just a couple of seconds  she recovered and blushing bright red she stood up as fast as she could and ran to her room leaving her snack bar behind.

Even when Frank was a nice person, he could not avoid to laugh along with Karla at Linda�s cartoon like performance.

When she arrived to her room, she was on the verge of crying. �He called me Kiddo. The stupid bastard and he laughed at my ass. Fuck him�

Oddly she was very horny. She took her clothes off and looked at herself in the mirror. �No wander he called me Kiddo, my tits are totally flat�, she thought with bitterness, �and if my curve-less body wasn�t enough, I have this stupid pimple in my nose and the worst is that he probably saw that my pussy is now completely bald!�, she was quietly sobbing by then. She passed a hand over her tits and noticed that they were a lot less sensitive than before, her pussy in the other hand seemed to be always on fire. She masturbate in front of the mirror to a comforting orgasm. Then went to the bed and slept naked.

During that night, she masturbated several times while listening Frank and her sister making love in the next room. She felt pathetic rubbing her pussy while listening Frank saying to her sister that she was gorgeous and appraising her hair, breasts or her curves.  Her only refuge to stand the pain was getting sexual gratification, but she was unconsciously teaching her brain to get off on humiliation.

A few days after that, she decided to fight back one more time. She was always horny and she was using more and more humiliation fantasies to get off and she realized that it was affecting her personality, she was turning meek and timid. Linda decided to do something to stop the spiraling fall. She was afraid of returning to the flirting scene but she also wanted to tame her horniness with a more healthy kind of sexual release. She longed to have some flesh contact and well, some praise to make her feel better with her new body. She decided to try to conquer a young high school boy, she shivered at the thought, but she knew that adult men won�t be much interested in her curve-less body and she convinced herself thinking that  it didn't matter anyway, it was only to spend a good time, she wasn't looking for a boyfriend or anything.

After another disastrous tennis training session, she went to the mall nearby the tennis school, she knew by her team mates that there were always groups of high school boys hanging out.. But she was clueless about what to do. She was very nervous, she never needed a plan or a strategy before, she normally simply used her charms to attract any boy she wanted and then the boy will do all the effort to figure a good conversation and try to conquer her. But now, she quickly and painfully confirmed that all her moves were ineffective, even with those stupid high school freshmen. After some passes that went unnoticed by the boys, she realized that even their classmates had more curves that she had now, she looked a Jenny, a 16 year old that just recently defeated her at a very unbalanced tennis match. Linda had considered Jenny a lamppost when she first met her but know she had to admit with bitterness that she envied her little curves and her long hair. She felt in disadvantage and she was getting oddly aroused but she wasn't ready to give up. "I am not in my best shape but they are not movie stars either, Maybe once they realize I am an easy lay for today, they won't be so picky", She felt cheap and naughty at the thought, and decided to try a conversation with one of them that seemed to be alone checking for some DVD�s.

She approached the boy and was nervously trying to think about something to say, the anxiety, the desire, and her own inexperience on that side of the fence had her blushing continually. The boy seemed to notice her but say nothing. He picked a DVD and seemed to be examining it.

She didn�t see what movie it was but she said, �Oh, I like that movie too.�

The boy turned to see her. �OK, have it. I was looking something for my little sister, but I think she already has this one�.

Linda felt like a complete Dork, it was a movie for little girls. She blushed ashamed and marched away. She reunited her courage and tried it again with another boy that was equally polite and equally uninterested. She returned home discouraged and defeated. Just before this summer she could have any man eating from her palm and now that she really need one, she was ignored even by those stupid high school boys. She thought bitterly that even that scrawny dish washer of a few weeks ago was now out of her league.

By the seventh week, her speed dropped to 40 mph but it seemed to stabilize as well as her 90 pounds weight. But the beginning of the semester approached like a train and she felt so defeated, so scared and so clueless about what to do, that she went to Karla, trying to find at least some empathy, �I screwed it up. I shouldn�t press for that treatment I am worse than ever, I can�t compete at all, even that 16 girl beat me easily. I am done�. She was sobbing on Karla�s shoulder, embracing her, she ended sat on her lap, finally capitulating and dropping all her attempts of keeping an image of independence, maturity, self-control and bravery.

Karla let her sister cry for awhile then said, �Don�t worry Linda, I have all figured out. I will solve all of your problems�

Linda looked at her sister with incredulity and hope. Karla read her face and said, �Hey don�t doubt me. I�ve been taking care of you lately, you had had food on your plate, a place to live, washed clothes and your tennis lessons for weeks and you hadn�t even helped the littlest bit�
Linda was about to say something. She had been so self absorbed that she hadn�t cared for those details and was about to protest that Karla didn�t remind her or asked for help when Karla continued. �It is not a reproach, I was happy doing all those things and taking care of you, even driving you to the tennis school was funny, on those moments I really feel like the big sister�

Linda smiled nervously. She didn�t want to but she really felt like the little sister, right then she felt very emotional and strangely comforted and bounded to her sister by that thought. She tried to get that out of her mind and tried to change the conversation, �So what is your plan then?�
�Wait for me here�, she said and then walked to her room to return a few minutes later. She found Linda sat with her feet over the chair and embracing her knees. Her facer reflecting curiosity and a restrained amount of hope. She looked cute.

�I am going to show you something but please don�t freak out. Trust me, It is for the best�

A concerned look shadowed Linda�s face and Karla put a couple of credentials on the table. Linda took the first one, it was a bank debit card with Karla�s photo, she was portraying her new hair color so it was pretty recent . �So you got a debit card, what�s the big deal with�. HEY, WHY DOES IT HAVE MY NAME!�

�Calm down Linda, we needed access to your bank accounts, you are the only one with access to our estate, don�t you remember, and you were in no shape to handle these matters in the last few weeks, not to mention that you know it would be extremely hard to prove your identity with your current ID�s�

Linda�s head was spinning, she felt ditzy, she took the other credential and found it was a university id, again with Karla�s photo and her own name. It stated that she was matriculated not in her original campus but in their new city campus and was pursuing an art major.

�What is this? I don�t like arts. And I don�t want to move out here permanently. And what with the photo. It makes no sense at all�, said Linda that seemed on the verge of a breakdown but she seemed to be more scared than angry.

�First things first. Tell me sincerely Do you really want to return to your old campus? You know having to explain everybody about your changes. Do you?�

That was something that Linda had preferred to keep out of her mind but when the idea had reached her mind she had felt a lot of fear and anxiety, she knew that there was many people who will greatly enjoy her current condition and she shivered just thinking about it. She rather like to confront new people, it was scary but not as scary as shamefully confronting her ex-classmates, specially some of them who she had treated really bad.

�No�, was her laconic response in a very low voice.

�That is what I thought. See? I am looking out for you�.

�I don�t like arts�, Linda replied in a feeble protest.

�You don�t have to worry about that. Just look at this�, she said showing Linda another Id.

Linda was curious and anxious. She felt very insecure. She took the id in her hands, it had one of her new photos on it, but the rest of it didn�t make any sense.

It said, �Karly Adams�, �9th grade�, �Brighton Academy for girls�.

�What is this? A joke?�, she said more nervous than ever. She started fidgeting in her chair while biting her lower lip.

�Not really�, said Karla seriously, �When you accepted to gave me the transplants I promised you to help you win the state championships�
Linda was puzzled. And Karla continued. �Brighthon Academy is a boarding school and it has one of the best tennis programs of any school in the country. I went into a lot of trouble getting a new identity for you. It is based on my own records, a friend helped me change all my records to reflect 4 years less of age. We had to erase all traces of my high school and even my 9th grade record. And alter the dates of every single school register involving me. But I think it worth the effort. Now you are Karla Adams, well Karly and you have perfect elementary grades but mediocre 7 and 8th grades, and just transferred to the Brighthon Academy�.

Linda was amazed and slightly trembling, her throat was almost closed. She felt weird, it all was like a bad dream. �Nobody will believe that I am 15�, she said thru her sore throat, but it didn�t sound as convincing as she intended.

Karla took Linda�s hand and dragged her to the full body mirror in her room. Linda put a little resistance at first, but she realized that her she was now considerably lighter and weaker than her sister, so she decided to go along to avoid the embarrassment of being drag forcefully. �Do you think we look the same age?�, said Karla in front of the full body mirror.

Linda looked at the images in the mirror, her sister was taller, neatly dressed while she was wearing just a t-shirt and nothing else.
�It is not fair, your clothes are adult and mine��, she didn�t finish her sentence, she felt paralyzed. She wanted Karla to put some baggy t-shirt or something, instead Karla was getting naked. She observed as her sister slowly took off all of her clothes, folding every piece. �Your turn�, she said after she was wearing only her high heels.

Linda resisted for a bit but when Karla started pulling up her shirt, she finally gave up and raised her hands. She was having another wave of her sick curiosity to see the extend of the damage. She hadn�t compared herself to her sister in weeks and now she felt pretty afraid to look at the mirror but finally the curiosity defeated her fears.

She contemplated the picture in sick fascination. Her sister was fully developed with precious 34-D tits, a nice flat abdomen and nice legs and ass. Her waist was pretty defined and gave her a very feminine hourglass figure. Her stylized hair adorned her mature looking face which was expertly enhanced by the makeup. Beside her sister�s image, a much shorter figure looked back at her blushing shyly, showing her completely flat chest, she didn�t even had big areolas or nipples to make her look flat but mature, her body was narrow and somewhat on the skinny side, her waist was just faintly defined, her bottom was a little boyish and her knees looked bony. Her childish haircut framed her cute face which was again adorned by a little pimple on her nose and by some freckles that had returned to her nose and cheek bones. Her lips showed that she had bit them too much lately. She looked at the floor nervously, biting her lips again.

Karla broke the uncomfortable silence. �Look Linda, I don�t know if I can reverse all the record alterations that I did to help you, but it is your choice. I think that it would be better for you to take a break and have a fun time back in middle school while playing a lot of tennis, and after your implant stops working you may return to your old life if you want. Of course by then you won�t be in the college tennis team, but that is inevitable anyway. It would be easier than confront a bunch of college people looking like a little girl while your emotions run wild and with little control�

Linda was overwhelmed, she had been afraid to return to college looking as she was now but this alternative was just too crazy, on the other hand, she probably won�t lose her scholarship if Karla managed the things right.  The reality is that she really was feeling insecure and emotional, she didn�t feel like taking more responsibilities right then, and maybe she could cope better with the competition of young girls. It could be like a very weird and strange holiday.

�If I accept, I will return to my life and college after this year?�, she couldn�t believe she was saying that.

�Yes, of course, if that is what you really want�

�Ok. I accept�, said Linda, who was anxious but finally found a way out of her current overwhelming responsibilities, disadvantages and of her very frightening near future.

�Very good Karly�, said Karla embracing her �little� sister. �I am sure you will enjoy it a lot�. Karla thought about telling Linda that the Academy was a strong believer in corporal punishment and that she hadn�t been able to erase her record of indiscipline in the 7 and 8 grade so she will arrive with quite the fame, but she thought, �Why ruin the moment, she will find out anyway�

Epilogue

A few months later Linda (Karly) was in the principal�s office, she had received a phone call there because she wasn�t allowed to use a cell phone. She was wearing the mandatory white shirt and gray pleated skirt that went to mid-tight. White socks and flat black shoes completed the ensemble. Some girls wore the skirt shorter but she didn�t like to show more of her scrawny legs. She was alone in the room but still she was fidgeting in her chair while talking with her sister. She still portrayed the same Hairstyle and had cut it twice already instead of letting it grow to make it more stylish.

�Congratulations Karly!, I know that you qualified for the Nationals !�, said Karla, �I am very proud of you�.

�Thanks sis�, said Linda shyly, she still refused to call her sister using her own name, so she preferred to call her Sis or Sister.

�I knew that your determination and your smart game would compensate for your low ball speed and slowness�, said Karla.

�Yes, sis, I had been working hard every game� and the nationals , it is a dream come true�, she flashed a shy smile.

�That�s the spirit, and how is life over there�

Linda bit her lower lip and fidgeted more in her chair.

�Well� my grades are good, you know� I got almost straights A�s�

Karla sensed anxiety, �Yes I already Knew that. Do you have many friends there?�

�No� Yes� well, I have a couple�

�And you are the leader of the whole generation. Aren�t you?�

�Well� no� not really� the other girls� all of them��, Linda�s voice was getting lower, barely audible but then she cleared her throat and continued, �they tease me � a lot..all the time� bully me� because I am�you know�, Linda was blushing red, and her fidgeting had became more and more childish. �I am flat and hairless down there� and I have no periods�. and they all have boobs and pubic hair, specially that bitchy Sandy, she is really big up there� and bullies me a lot� specially in the showers�.

Karla seemed concerned, �Do you want me to talk to the principal?�

�No.. please� it only would make matters worse� I can handle it� I am a grown girl... and�.�

�And what?�, said Karla

Linda hesitated, it was to shameful to confess, but she needed to get if out of her chest. To tell somebody, otherwise she will explode.
�well.. You will think I am weird�.�, she said. �no, please tell me�, said Karla genuinely interested. �Well.. I kind of like it� you know the teasing� the mocking�. even that occasion when they stripped me and tied me�It is my secret�.�, by then she was blushing red, with shame and arousal and she was touching her hairless pussy under her skirt. She wasn�t wearing panties.

�it makes me wet�, she said in a low whisper.

Karla was amazed, in her first time in 9th grade Linda was more like that Sandy, she indeed bullied more than one girl at that time. And now it seems that the table had turned �. Well she decided to gave her some support, �Don�t worry Karly, those fantasies are more common than you may think, just be careful if the bully raises to another level let me know so I can stop it immediately�

Linda sighed relieved. She had expected her sister to freak out.

Karla then tried to change the conversation. �And what about the teachers. Are they any good?�.

�They are no very patient � you know� and� their classes are boring, and they are all morons� and�.you know I always say what I think���
�Yes?�

�Well� they don�t take it very well� they spank me� a lot�just this morning in the classroom in front of everybody else� on my bare ass.�, Karla almost had to guess the last phrase which was said in a very low voice.

Linda cleared her throat and talked a little bit louder, �It was this young teacher, Miss Katy Parker, she is 22 and she is tall and very busty and very pretty��

�I see��, said Karla who was almost speechless.

� And� and��, Linda was touching her pussy once again, trying to find the courage for a last confession, she was blushing red and turned her head nervously in all directions to confirm that she was really alone.

�and what?�, Karla encouraged her.

�I��, she say in a low but very excited voice, � I have a crush on her� and I think she likes me too�. She was ashamed to admit that, she had always liked boys, but boys hadn�t paid much attention to her in months, not even the 9 graders of the nearby school that seemed to prefer other girls that already had boobs.

Karla was speechless. She was trying to find something coherent to say when she heard an adult voice over the phone scolding Linda. �WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HAND LITTLE LADY?�

�I have an itch� I thought I was alone� sorry�please �

�YOU ARE NOT WEARING PANTIES KARLY ADAMS !Say good by to the other person, and I will give you ten spanks, you certainly deserved it and you seem to be dressed for the event�

Linda then talked to the phone, �I have to hang up now� something came up.�

Karla said, �Ok, I will pick you up Saturday morning, so you can spend the weekend with Mark and me.�, then Karla sensed that she was maybe imposing her will over her sister and asked, �Of course only if you want. Do you want to come with us?�

The expectation of another boring weekend with Karla and her handsome and rich but extremely boring boyfriend didn�t sound appealing at all. Just the thought of their very long and boring talks about art history made her yawn, but the fact was that she really wanted to see her sister, she felt more bonded to her than ever, specially after all her little confessions and Karla�s acceptance.

�Of course I want to be with my big sister, silly�. Said Linda cheerfully.

�I AM WAITING�, said the teacher in the background.

Karla did an accomplice giggle and asked in a low voice over the phone, �Is she the one?�

Linda blushed bright red and smiled dreamily, �Yes, sis�.

�OK. Have fun. See you on Saturday�.

The End.

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