If the clothes are even slightly different, the two sisters won’t wear them.#extremesisters #twins #fyp #tiktok #usa

My cleavage is, I mean, the disc is a bit lower than hers, I think. We're measuring tape. Mum altres all our clothes for us. She does all our sewing for us to make them identical. And if they're not, we just won't wear it until it's perfect. Lucy and I are identical twins. Today, I noticed a difference in other zippers. Hers is light coloured, while mine is a bit darker. Others might not notice, but I know this means our differences are being magnified. Many people would say this kind of synchronisation between twins is too extreme, but no one knows how powerless you feel when you're constantly compared down to the smallest detail. Lately, we've been pressuring our boyfriend Ben. We keep asking about the future, about our relationship and whether he'll stick around. In his eyes, we might have been putting too much pressure on him. Last night, he just didn't show up, leaving us stranded at the restaurant. In that moment, I felt a sense of helplessness I'd never experienced before. I stared at that dress, the hem was uneven, and the bus didn't fit right. But deep down, I knew the problem wasn't the clothes. I suddenly blooded out, we might not have a boyfriend anymore. The air went dead silent, but Mum acted as if she'd known all along. She told us to change our clothes and said we were going out. I didn't want to move at all, but I did as she said. The car kept driving forward, the route feeling more and more familiar. I started to feel uneasy. When the car stopped, I saw that place. It was where Ben and I had our first date. My heart was racing out of control. I didn't know if this was the end or the beginning of something else.