Sister, Sister

--

In the time since Andrea found out that she was pregnant, Misa had accompanied her to all of her prenatal appointments, acting in the role of concerned BFF. By this time, Andrea was slightly showing, and things were progressing well. She would soon find out the gender.

"What names have you thought about?" Misa asked.

"If it's a girl, Jaqueline, if it's a boy, Jackson, spelled J-A-X-O-N. I think. Maybe Jaqueline as a middle name. I don't know!" She squealed excitedly.

"Please, don't do Jaxon. I'm still a Gen-X'er at heart, and as such, I can't approve of a 'misspelled normal'", she laughed. "But thanks for the consideration."

"What would you choose?"

"I don't know. My plan was to always let my wife name my children, and just veto anything I didn't like," she said. "Like Jaxon. But seriously, I'll try to be lenient, we are 15 years apart, afterall."

"Hmmm" Andrea thought..."I would say you're the younger one now! So...how about D-a-y-h-v-i-d?"

"Oh my god, that's so terrible!" Misa laughed.

"I'm serious," Andrea said, deadpan.

"Eek!"

--

At work, Misa was getting a reputation, she was a superstar. No one had come in with no seeming experience and made the kind of numbers that she did. She had seemingly taken the place of Jackson, working closely with Ethan, who of course was the top salesman with Jackson gone. Of course, there were rumors of just exactly how she got those numbers, and other things. Misa looked meek, but she had this confidence that seemed to be unmatched. Her well-fitted attire, with her skirts clinging to her svelte legs, indenting just enough to give men a thought of what may lie beneath. She used a smart combination of professionalism, knowledge, and sexy. She knew what men liked afterall, a compliment here, a touch here, a look here, some small talk about themselves; basically a play to their ego. Additionally, she had a natural wealth of knowledge on male centric subjects, allowing her to warm up to most of the potential clients. Typically, in their field of business, women were not taken seriously, and mostly used as eye candy, and she knew this. She used that fact against many unsuspecting men, easily getting them between her fingers. Easier in some ways than even Jackson had it, but different.

Backed by Ethan, the pair made an untouchable team, much as before. The dynamic was different this time around. Initially, Ethan was nervous. In his eyes, he saw this version of Lisa, wearing sexy business attire, and moving with such confidence, he couldn't help but be red-faced, watching this woman at work. Misa would notice that he would look away from her quickly sometimes, so she would call his name, making him look, and she'd test her charms, and give him a wink and smile, and Ethan would playfully raise his fist and scrunch his face up. Misa had really become comfortable in her body, very quickly. As Ethan saw it, Jackson always rose to the occasion, and this was just another one of those things.

During their first sales trip together, the pair was put up in a room together as usual. Jackson, and Ethan had done this song and dance many times, in many cities, and in many countries. Partners did room together on business trips, unless they wanted an exception, which was typical among bachelors, who usually wanted to sample the local flavors. As married, faithful men, there was no need to get single rooms, and the pair always enjoyed each other's company. Every so often, before the birth of Ethan's son, Colin, he'd bring Lisa, depending on the city, on his own dime, and of course, would room separately from Jackson.

On this particular night, the pair had roomed together, thinking nothing of it. Ethan was used to Misa, and her presence. They were in Taipei, meeting with a silicon manufacturer, a place that they'd been before. They previously sold tooling for a then cutting-edge process node manufacturing, and since it had been a few years, it was now time to see if new terms for new products could be reached. After some negotiations, there were tentative agreements in place. Their liaison, of course, couldn't keep his eyes off of Misa, who quickly picked up on this, and adjusted herself accordingly, while Ethan smoothly explained why the companies should work together again. A look here, a laugh here, a touch of the arm here, just as Andrea taught her, and Mr. Tsu was as gooey and malleable as a puppy.

--

The pair of Ethan and Misa went out on the town to celebrate the multi- million dollar deal. After the meeting concluded, they went to their room, so that Misa could change into flats. As the pair walked to a highly reviewed restaurant, they passed many people, with Misa noticing that she'd not been around many Asian people aside from Lisa since the change. She also noticed that despite this, she didn't feel like one of them. Just as when she was Jackson, she didn't understand anything, save for 'Ni Hao' and 'shi shi'. Background conversations were just noise. This was driven home when people on the streets would speak to her in Mandarin and Taiwanese, and she couldn't respond. Interestingly, she felt a little embarrassed not to know. Of the pair, Ethan was the one that could speak Chinese.

As the two dined, Ethan asked, "So, how was it?"

Misa shook her head, "Different. I didn't have to do anything. I didn't like it, honestly. I much prefer our usual tactics," she said, pointedly looking bored.

Ethan nodded, saying, "Watching my wife act sexy in a tight business suit was actually pretty hot."

Misa smirked, "You discover a kink you didn't know you had?"

"Hmmm. You mind letting her borrow it?" Ethan laughed. "Well, good work, either way. We are back!"

*Cheers*

--

Later that evening, the pair were in their room. They had a few drinks, and decided to call it a night. Ethan removed his clothes, and freshened up in the bathroom while Misa removed hers in the room. Once Ethan came from the bathroom, he was met with the view of his wife wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else. Ethan could immediately see hard nipples poking through the fabric. The light in the dim room played softly off of Misa's face, as she tucked some hair behind her ear. Ethan gasped, looking away quickly.

"Hey, buddy," Misa said with a stupid smile. "Like what you see?"

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ethan asked, worry in his voice.

Misa raised her shirt up, slowly, as Ethan looked on. He tried to will his eyes away, but...

"Gotcha!" She raised her shirt the rest of the way up, revealing boxers, but also the same 6-pack that Lisa wore.

"You asshole!" Ethan exclaimed with relief washing over his face.

Misa laughed, "What were you expecting?" She asked playfully. "I mean, even if I did, I don't have anything you haven't seen."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Are you drunk?"

"Not that drunk. I'm just messing, funny to see how you'd react, since I noticed you earlier. You're not mad are you?"

"No, it's just. You're still a woman, who happens to look exactly like my wife; a woman that I'm obviously attracted to. Even though it's you, it's just becoming hard to process right now," Ethan admitted.

Misa squeaked, "I'm so stupid. I wasn't thinking. I thought that I was just having a little fun messing with my best friend, but you're right, things are different. I don't want to make things weird, and I don't want Lisa mad either."

"It's fine. It's only unsettling because you look like Lisa," Ethan said, sighing.

"So, are we calling it a night?"

"Yeah."

"Same bed, Honey?" Misa asked, putting on an exaggerated accent.

Ethan laughed. "That's a horrible accent!"

"Okey, Honey. Goodnight!" She continued in that awful voice.

"Wan an," Ethan said, pulling his cover over himself.

Misa stared at his resting form, playfully upset that she didn't know what he had said. She stuck her tongue out at him, before doing the same in her own bed.

--

Misa's co-workers felt an air of unapproachability to her. She would argue that aside from Andrea, Ethan, and Lisa, that would be true, unless the person was necessary to her. While she learned femininity from Andrea and Lisa, and she was confident in her ability to do her job, and excel at it, socializing was another matter entirely. Making eyes, or showing some leg to win a man over was easy, and there was nothing further expected, and if there was, the potential client had clearly misread the situation.

She knew that a lot of men found her attractive, and like any other woman, she played into it for her own needs. Misa had been hit on, and asked out for extra curricular activities, with clients letting her know that under no uncertain terms, that she would gain favor and business with them, should she so choose to entertain. Misa never considered sleeping with anyone to gain their business. Playing with some men's egos to get the results she wanted was fine, but going any further, was a line she wouldn't cross. In fact, Misa didn't know if men were ever on the table.

--

As Andrea's pregnancy progressed, her sexual appetite seemed to grow. Misa would often satisfy her, spending a lot of time focusing on her breasts and nipples. Misa watched in amazement as Andrea's nipples went from smallish pink nubs to deep red thick long nipples, more resembling her own, throughout the pregnancy. Andrea's vagina seemed to always be wet, and puffy. Misa couldn't get enough of it. She definitely missed her penis whenever she saw this perfect puffy in her face.

This made her think, would Andrea be okay with the possibility of never being with a man again, or having another child? Both of these things were to be sacrificed if they were to stay together. This was less of a problem for Misa, as being a man's lover, nor a mother were not things that she was considering.

Misa also loved when Andrea gave her attention. The first time that Andrea gave her oral was earth shattering, and there was something loving about the fact that she surprised Misa, telling her that she simply loved Misa and wanted her to feel special, and that was one thing that she could do to show how she felt. That orgasm had been more than simply a sexual experience. Misa also liked having her long thick nipples sucked and tweaked, and sometimes she couldn't help but wonder what having big full tits felt like, or what it felt like to have a thicker softer body, like she preferred, like Andrea had.

"Babe, you are so beautiful." Misa said, just taking in Andrea, and her glow. There was more to this beauty than her looks. Perfection had never been more apt of a description.

--

"Hey, man, what about that Asian girl?" One of Misa's co-workers asked.

"She's all business, I wouldn't waste my time," Another said.

"Besides, she's with Ethan, and she's like his wife's twin sister. That's the reason she even got the job, I heard."

"I dunno, I think I need to try. You're all intimidated..."

"Try what? Where's the Asian girl?" Misa asked, looking around as if she was looking for this person, walking into the break lounge, clearly having heard them.

"Uh..", He replied with an embarrassed smile, as everyone else got quiet.

"Here you were talking a big game, and now the pitbull has become the kitten," Misa said, teasingly. "In the animal kingdom, things come to those who hunt. You know, Asian proverb, or something," she said, getting uncomfortably close, making him adjust his collar. "So then?"

"Let's have lunch today. You. And me," the guy suggested, adding confidence to his swagger.

"Whoa, like that? Do you even know my name?"

*Ahem* "Yes, Misa," he answered sheepishly.

"Well, if you knew my name, why didn't you address me by it, even if I wasn't here?"

"You're right, I'm sorry, Misa."

Misa smirked, "And I'm sorry, too, that Asian girl won't be having lunch with you, Aiden. Shame, really, you're a nice looking guy." All the other guys erupted at this. She walked off, knowing that the guys were giving him shit, and they were all likely talking more trash about her. Misa's mind went back to when she was Jackson with years of experience, and reputation, so his coworker knew better. Interactions were always respectful, and everyone abided by the pecking order, which had him and Ethan on top.

As Misa, she wasn't taken as seriously, and it didn't seem to simply be because she was a woman, she was also small, Asian, and brown. All of these things seemed to play into how she was treated. It wasn't that she was simply dainty, and weak looking, people seemed to also think that she was also less intelligent. Asian people usually had the stereotype of being hyper smart, but along with Lisa's mentioning of South East Asian's treatment, she began to realize that the "smart" stereotypes only applied to lighter skinned Asians; Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, and she wasn't afforded at least that. This also helped her understand Lisa a bit more.

--

"Those guys pissed me off so much!" Misa complained.

"What's wrong?"

"Guys at work. They were talking about how I was a hot little piece, basically."

"Watercooler talk," Andrea said. "I'm sure you've partaken."

"I've always bowed out when people start getting crass and disrespectful. They were so condescending. I am apparently just 'that Asian girl'," Misa fumed, wondering why this even bothered her that much.

"Yeah, and I've been a lot worse," Andrea said, shrugging.

"I'm sorry,"

"No, hun, I wasn't trying to compare. Just that I know guys are like that, especially those wannabe hotshots in the business world. I know your world was turned upside-down, but keep in mind that as a smart, attractive woman, you also have power, a different kind," Andrea said with a wry smile.

"The asshole couldn't even be bothered to call me by my name when he thought I wasn't there, and he knew my damn name!" Misa complained. "I'm complaining like a woman! I hate this!"

"Those kinds of guys are the worst. If you ever got with him, he'd talk himself up to his friends, and tell them how you're just fun lay, while telling you how you deserve the stars and the moon," Andrea snorted.

"I'm sorry. Is that from experience?" Misa asked, reading her dark expression. There was something else; she didn't think that Andrea would've shared this if she were still Jackson.

"I was 18, once." She answered. "So, what do you think about guys?"

"Not even once! Putting on a display is more than I want to do. Even if I wanted to consider it, the kind of men that we usually do business with kind of turns me off. Old creepy guys who let the money talk. Now I feel bad taking you."

"You weren't an old creep. You were hot, ripped, and had a nice smile, and a nice ass," Andrea laughed. "But more than that, you were also a great man, and partner."

"That makes an old man happy to hear," Misa joked. "That's why I love you, Babe."

With that, Andrea kissed Misa on the forehead, then lifted Misa's face, repeating on the lips.

--

"Hey, Lisa, how are things?"

"I'm good, at the park with Colin. So, what's up?" She asked knowingly.

"Is it a good time?"

"We could talk over lunch, if you want to meet us.

"That'd be great."

Misa met Lisa and her son at a sidewalk diner. To anyone else, these were twin sisters, and one of them had a young kid. Both women had on similar attire, gym clothing consisting of dark yoga pants which weren't too revealing, Lisa was finished with high top gym shoes, and a sports bra and crop top, and Misa was finished with low top runners and a tank top. While Lisa had her long black hair loosely hanging, Misa usually had an updo, including now, with a pulled back bun. It had been more convenient, and while most of her feminine care needs were easily learned by Andrea's and Lisa's teachings, doing much with her hair would require trips to salons, which was an idea that Misa wasn't fond of, and only did so before important meetings.

"Hey, little bud," Misa said in a soft voice, picking up Colin. He was about 9 months old, and looked like Ethan's little mini-me, with a hint of Asian features. As normal, he laughed, and smiled when Misa picked him up, her face being so familiar to him. His confusion was so cute and made everyone laugh the first time he'd seen her. As usual, he reached for her breasts, which she didn't mind, but had to tell him "I'm not Mommy" before handing him back, saying "I think he's hungry".

"Or maybe he likes his aunt," Lisa said, laughing lightly, taking her son. "So, what's up?"

"Where to start? Do people think you're...uh erm, stupid?" She gave a yikes to herself after it came out. "I didn't mean that."

"Hmmm. Why are you asking?"

"I mean, like at work, I can tell that people think I'm, I don't know, I can't fully describe it."

"You think this because of the way you look?"

Misa looked away, "I...yes,". She didn't want to say it directly, but it was definitely because she was Asian, and did not clearly look Japanese, Korean, or Chinese, but rather South East Asian.

"I understand. Though I think our plights may be different. I have an accent and people simply think I'm from the 3rd world, or they may think that I am with Honey because he is white. I was looked down upon in China, because of my Thai half."

"I know you and Ethan aren't together for that reason. I've known Ethan forever, and if he married you, then I know you were a good woman. You are a good woman, you have been so much to me. It's just crazy, we had no reason to speak, and I thought we'd never have anything to talk about."

"We go from having nothing in common, to sharing the same face," Lisa chuckled.

"And you've been so gracious."

"Thank you, but that's not what you were getting at," she said, patting the top of Misa's hands.

"Ah yes, right. How do I deal with it? Getting looked down upon?"

"I am not a part of your world. I can only go by personal experience, which differs from yours. I deal with looks and snickers from passersby I never have to talk to. Compared to China, this is nothing. At home, I was a little kid and other people are telling me that I'm dirty, or rubbing me to see if I will turn white. In America no one would dare, even if they harbor thoughts. Just knowing that it's better is enough hope for me."

"I'm glad for you, Lisa. Thanks." Lisa's point of view wasn't something that she was prepared for. Apparently, she was able to overlook the past taunting and such, without becoming spiteful, or hateful. While Misa wouldn't call herself vengeful, she didn't want to take being looked down upon as something that was okay. But of course there was a difference, Lisa had been born to this perspective, Misa had only recently begun to deal with things such as this, after a lifetime of being a white American man.

"Perhaps, Andrea may be of better help. She has probably been looked down upon in the professional world for being a woman."

"Yeah, she told me as much."

"So, other than this, how are you faring?"

"Decently. I've luckily had your and Andrea's help."

"How does it feel compared to earlier?"

"I don't feel anything about it anymore. I mean there's ups and downs as I see it."

"Good things, huh?" While Misa seemed okay with things, that's as far as Lisa would take it.

"Sure, I was in great shape for 45, but I lost nearly 20 years. Being a short woman is hardly a compromise for 20 years of life. Also at my age, the metabolism was slowing down, and I was using TRT to keep in shape. The maintenance of this body is way less," Misa said, giving a light laugh, then her face darkened, "Except that week of the month."

Lisa chuckled. "By the way, how are things going with the baby?" The period mention made her remember about their pregnancy.

"Everything's coming along just fine," Misa answered, with maybe a bit of uncertainty.

"Something wrong?" Lisa noticed.

"I...I've bothered you enough," Misa answered, knowing she wanted to talk about it.