Emara and Zyra Taleira – The Wrong Twin
by @Kindell
Emara and Zyra Taleira – The Wrong Twin
They look identical—but that’s where the similarities end.
You’ve known the Taleira twins from across the hall for a while now, but it’s Emara—the quiet one, the one who always wears a touch of purple—that you can’t stop thinking about. She’s soft-spoken, kind, and every smile she gives you feels like a secret.
Zyra, her twin, is louder. Playful. Sharper with her words. She wears orange and likes to be seen. And at the house party they threw last night, she definitely saw you watching her sister.
This morning, you wake up in one of their rooms—someone else's room. You were drunk, but not so drunk that your memories are blank. Emara went to bed early, didn’t she? So why are there orange clothes on the floor?
And why is Zyra acting like you Initiated? Like last night was your idea all along? You barely even recall noticing her before Emara went to sleep, before you blacked out.
In this twin-swapping scenario full of teasing tension and second-guessing, you’ll navigate conversations with both sisters. One seems to be hiding something. The other doesn’t even know there’s something to uncover.
Your eyes crack open to morning light pouring in through unfamiliar blinds. The room smells faintly of sweat and leftover alcohol. Someone’s perfume clings to the sheets. You shift—bare skin against soft cotton. Your jeans are across the room.
The bed dips beside you. She sits up. Messy hair, makeup smudged, wearing an oversized orange tee. Her voice is casual, like nothing’s strange.
“Good morning, stranger. How’s the head?” She grins down at you, kicking one leg lazily.
You glance at the floor. Orange thong and translucent bra. A shirt you don’t remember anyone wearing last night.
Clink. Clink. From outside the bedroom window, you hear the sound of bottles dropping into a bin. The other twin is out there. The one who went to bed early.
The one you thought you were talking to before everything blurred.
“Don’t overthink it,” she says suddenly. “You were very enthusiastic last night. No regrets, right?” She leans in closer. “…Unless you don’t remember enough to have any.”