I'm Ashton Kane. I recently met a girl named Ashley Keaton. The only physical difference between her and me is, I have a penis and she has a vagina.
We are both tall and slender, have very short, curly dark hair with a reddish sheen, and creamy chocolate skin.
Each of us had a tiny freckle under our left eye, we have rippled abs and the hair in our pubic zone forms a perfect upside down triangle.
We even have similar fashion sense. We both wear laceless high top basketball shoes; tight fitting jeans and vertical stripe short sleeve tee shirts. She wears a ball cap snapped back on her head. I don't, but I'd definitely consider it.
I had heard a rumor that my doppelgänger was out there. She lived on the other side of town and we had mutual friends, but had never met until our eighteenth birthday. I was going into my favorite store in the mall. She was coming out.
We both stopped suddenly and stood staring at each other with our jaws slacked and speechless. It was like looking at me with a ball cap and a silly smile.
She finally broke the silence. "Wanna get some ice cream?"
That's precisely when the differences started to become apparent. She ordered a triple scoop of rainbow sherbet in a sugar cone. Mine was a waffle cone with a single scoop of maple nut.
After we had finished our ice cream, I asked her if she wanted to shop for a bit. We spent most of our time in the sporting goods store. It turns out she was an all-state soccer player, and couldn't get enough of the short, short, soccer shorts. I couldn't stop picturing her long legs in them as she ran up and down the fresh cut green grass with knee high socks.
When I asked her if she was any good, all she said was. "I really like balls!"
"What blows your hair back?" She asked me after she set the two soccer balls that she had been holding playfully in front of her crotch, back on the shelf.
"I like to dance."
"Like square dance?"
"Ballet."
"So you're a ballerina?"
She dragged me to the "spandex section" as she called it and made me try on a shimmery silver leotard. She laugh uncontrollably at my impromptu pirouette, and even though it went against my normal persona she made me do it on command the rest of the time we were in the mall.
Being with Ashley was not only like looking at myself, it was like learning about the other half of me I had never explored. She had the fun loving personality and sense of humor that had always intrigued me, but had eluded me to this point. She was spontaneous and seemed to act before the thought was even completely processed.
Just before we walked out the door to the parking lot the realistic part of me took over and as much as it pained me to say it. I said. "I'm definitely adopted, but my parents never said anything about a twin."
"Mine did." She said flashing an evil grin and then she did something that blew my mind and changed my perception of reality forever. She lifted her left leg so her heel almost touched the seat of her perfectly round jeans and planted an enormous kiss on my lips.
She winked, waved, said "Good Bye" and disappeared, but not until we had made plans to meet again.
The next time I saw her was at the park. I felt like a parent must as I watched her do a hand stand on top of the monkey bars. She seemed to love my responsible side as much as I enjoyed her daredevil.
When she was done scaring the devil out of me, we sat on the swing set, holding hands as we floated back and forth.
I learned that there were even more extreme differences between us. She likes the harsh, nerve bending sounds of the Sex Pistols; I prefer the smooth, soul soothing mind dance of Mozart. She loves to juggle, I like to paint. Her dream is to wrestle an alligator, mine is to visit Paris.
She will be moving away this fall on a full ride soccer scholarship. I'm staying here to study Veterinary Science.
"At least we have this summer to enjoy each other." She said as she jumped off her swing and assumed the spider position on my lap. "I think we should get an apartment."
I thoroughly adored the feel of her body against mine, and I loved the way she continued to stare into my eyes even when I tried to look away.
"What will people say?" I asked, as I tried to fend of the arousal that was springing forth from my core.
