[Fiction] Nat / alie

[Jappio]

I know it's been awhile, and this relatively short story won't seem a lot, but it's been an idea I've been sitting on for years now I always wanted to try.

Without giving too much away, the main characters share the same body. One likes to tease and prank the other though. Natalie is the shy one, Nat is the outgoing one.

Now, I intend of course for the story to be read all the way through... though part of my does wonder if maybe there is merit to only reading the Natalie parts, and skipping the Nat parts. I had fun writing both though, so I'm not exactly recommending you skip it =P

Originally, I was going to write three short stories about Natalie and Nat. However, I've been so inactive lately, that I think I'll just post one for now, and see how feedback goes. Hopefully though, I can get back in the writing groove and get some more out.

Without further ado, here's the store:

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Nat/alie
Part 1 - Natalie

By Jappio

At first, all I could hear was my professor talk about something. It didn’t sound so familiar, some time must have passed.

That’s when I realized a weird feeling! Well it was actually a few I felt!

I was not sitting like myself at all. My legs were spread a bit wide. Both my knees were over the corners of my seat. My skirt was a few inches higher, bunched up under my legs.

I had bigger concerns than my skirt though! I quickly brought my legs together, setting a hand on my lap. I looked to my left and right to make sure no one was looking at me. I was sure of it though, I had lost my panties!

My face started to turn red. I looked at the clock; it seems I missed over half the class.

No one was looking my way, so luckily I managed to keep under the radar. I knew I should check a few more things. Slowly I moved a hand up to my shoulder, as if to scratch an itch that wasn’t there. I could feel my bra strap, which was good. I was concerned to find that I had an undone button, now only four of the six I had were done up. I wasn’t showing a lot, which was honestly a blessing compared to the norm.

I tried to relax. Maybe things went Ok for once. This must have just been one of her harmless pranks. I was mostly covered, and no one had been leering. It seemed for once she even took notes from today’s lecture for me!

I should explain something. My name is Natalie. I’m a college student who has a really annoying sister. Her name is Nat, and our names are pretty similar for a reason. You see, she isn’t an older or younger sister. She isn’t even a twin really. She’s sort of my other half.

For as long as I remember, I’ve had dissociative identity disorder, or split personality to most. I guess in a way I share my body with Nat. The problem is, Nat and I aren’t all that similar.

We’ve done a good job of managing life I feel. We get along mostly with each other’s friends, and we like some of the same things. However, Nat never takes things too seriously. I sort of have control most of the time, so she doesn’t worry too much about consequences. She likes to act without thinking.

The problem I was having now is that she actually gets a kick out of leaving me in tough situations. I should be thankful she doesn’t do anything too harsh. I suppose it would be bad if she was a thief for something.

However, today she’d stolen my panties while I was in class. This was just a small taste of the kinds of pranks she’ll play on me. We can only talk to each other in notes, and I’ve often left her notes asking her to stop. There’s rare one can stop Nat though.

How it works is I’ll sort of just blank out. Things will go dark and quiet, and it’s like I’m in a dream for a bit. Then when I wake up, time will have passed. I could be somewhere else, or in this case, missing my panties! That entire time I’m out, Nat is the one in control of our body.

Not wanting to cause a ruckus, I tried to stay quiet and pay attention to the lesson. Nat doesn’t always help me with school work, but she knows how mad I’ll get if I miss too much of a class. So for once she did at least take some notes. Her hand writing is tough to read though.

By the time class ended, I think I was able to get enough of the information. I was able to follow along at least. Others were standing up to leave, but with my situation I wasn’t about to stand and risk flashing people anything. My skirt was much more modest than one of Nat’s skirts (yes, we have different wardrobes) but it only came down to my knees, so I didn’t want to take risks by shifting my legs at all to be able to stand.

When more people had gone, I took my chance to open up my backpack. Nat had done something with my blue boyshorts, and I was hoping she had put them in our bag. I didn’t see them at all though. I quickly checked under my seat to see if she was so classless as to just leave them in the open like that!

No blue garment about though, so it would seem Nat had done something with them to keep them from me. I hope she didn’t throw them away like she’s done with a few of them. She tries to pay me back, but she always gets something not quite my style (typically naughtier)!

Getting up from my seat, I wondered if I should ask someone about them. Other than the teacher, no one knew about Nat though, and I didn’t want to confront my teacher about it either. Chances are Nat had just gone out for a bathroom break to get rid of my panties. I was sure if I complained about her losing them now, she’d just try to defend herself by saying she at least did it in private. I guess I was happy she didn’t take them off in the class room in front of everyone.

It was sundown now, this class being late in the day. It was time to head back to our apartment. It was just a short walk down the street, just a couple of blocks.

The walk didn’t seem like it would be short to me though. As soon as I stepped outside I noticed the wind. I was going to have to do my best to get Nat back. I wondered if she knew it was going to be this windy when she stole my panties!

I held my skirt down, trying to protect my modesty. This wouldn’t be too bad if I took my time. Again, she’s done worst to me. I also took this moment to redo the button she’d undone.

Nat really didn’t seem to have any modesty. I heard as much from my friends. It embarrassed me so, to know that people get to see me exposed so often. Nat insists it’s fine, that we have a killer body and should show it off. I don’t know what constitutes a killer body, but I know I want whatever I do have to stay covered!

She also has this annoying habit of trying to act like she knows me. Technically we’ve never directly met, but she insists that I like her little pranks…

Well, I don’t like them. However, she always cites the condition she’ll find me in after one. Any sign that I might have enjoyed it, and she’ll leave teasing notes about it!

The wind continued to whip past me… the hem of my skirt fluttering. I held a hand on my lap to keep it down; I wasn’t going to let anyone know I was without panties! I couldn’t stand to have my bare bottom, or worse, shown!

Said wind seemed like the will of Nat. It still slipped under my skirt at times, tickling my thighs and worse. I could feel it just barely touch my… lips…

It was really awkward feeling for me; I keep myself so well protected. Yet when Nat interferes… suddenly I feel so vulnerable and exposed. That wind felt foreign and touched somewhere I’m not used to being touched. The feeling was both scary, but it also was… unique.

Each light tickle from the wind would just make me push the skirt down more. This would only cause the fabric to press to my bare skin even more. This vicious cycle only caused me to become more worried as I went along and feel even more exposed.

The walk seemed to grow longer as the wind didn’t stop. If Nat were an actual person, I bet she’d grab my hands and hold them away! From what I hear from my friends, Nat is never worried about letting her skirt flip up. I still didn’t like the idea that my friends probably had a good idea of what my underwear selection was.

Today though, I didn’t have underwear to show, but thankfully no friends around to see either. I was hoping for just a quiet evening after this. My heart was racing, worried if I would be able to keep the fight up for the rest of the way. The front of my skirt was held down, but the back would sometimes fly up, exposing most of my legs. I knew I could do it if I just kept pressing on.

Things started to slow though. My eyes felt heavy. I began to walk slower. This was not good! Nat was coming, and I couldn’t stop it!

I always feel wobbly when this happens, so I had to use a hand against a nearby pole to stop myself from falling. I was hoping to get home without anyone seeing anything… but now it looks Nat was in charge of the trip. I groaned at the thought that now, my mission to get home unseen, was probably going to end in failure with her in control…