A week later, Bill had been enrolled in school in Jenny's class, under the name Sally. The class accepted Jenny's twin sister Sally very easily; almost too easily. He was acing the classes, having taken them all before, and having lots of fun just being a girl and in school again.
But a few months later, he had to be taken out; Sally was showing, as was Jessica at home, and she was showing very well. A pregnant belly is quite noticeable on an eight-year-old girl. She was simply living, reveling in all the feelings, in knowing there was a life inside her, and that her own daughter had made it. And that she'd done the same to her son. It was still hard to believe that the beautiful, petite woman around the house was her son.
Lauren was sleeping with her again; Sally sucked her off and Lauren fingered her, and Sally fell asleep curled up in Lauren's motherly embrace. Her wife, and now her mother. Lauren took it all very well, and even helped take care of them. She was the only one working; the only one who could work. Sally was, to all appearances, a perfectly normal little girl. If one ignores the pregnancy.
