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DOPPELGANGER
Jeremy has a doppelganger who he’s never met—but for years, he’s heard about him from friends and family. And the doppelganger always seems to show up at the worst times, after Jeremy has cancelled plans with friends or taken a sick day at work. “You said you were sick but I saw you at the mall!” was something Jeremy was unfortunately used to hearing.
But things become even more complicated when people start recognizing Jeremy as the beautiful cross-dresser who hangs out at the local gay bar. But Jeremy’s never even thought about wearing women’s clothing—not until he sees a picture of his beautiful, unrelated identical twin.
CHAPTER I
At first, Jeremy found the idea of having a doppelganger amusing. It was a fascinating conversation topic, which people found highly entertaining. But the amusement wore off quickly. Jeremy had lost count of the times he had to explain to his friends and family members that they had seen his doppelganger and not him.
The first time it was truly an annoyance was when Jeremy was at home with the flu during the eleventh grade. It was a flu that came out of nowhere, and he spent the whole day hugging the porcelain toilet of the upstairs bathroom of his family home. His parents came home from work furious. A family friend had spotted Jeremy at the local movie theatre—but it wasn’t Jeremy; it was his doppelganger. But of course no one believed him when he said he’d been at home all day, hugging that toilet bowl. Jeremy was grounded, and it wouldn’t be the first time.
It was the winter during the twelfth grade when Jeremy was supposed to meet up with a friend to go to the mall. Jeremy had to cancel at the last second because he was called into work. His friend was disappointed when Jeremy called to cancel, and he was livid when he ended up seeing Jeremy at the arcade in the mall. But it wasn’t Jeremy in that arcade—it was his doppelganger. But Jeremy’s friend was too angry to confront the man in the arcade. And even though Jeremy’s friend was aware of Jeremy’s doppelganger, the coincidence just seemed too great. So Jeremy had to struggle over the next couple of months to repair the friendship.
It seemed like Jeremy’s doppelganger only appeared when it was least convenient for Jeremy. By the time Jeremy graduated from high school, he was completely fed up with his doppelganger—and he’d never even met or seen the guy. He only knew about him from friends.
There was a girl Jeremy liked in his first year of college. Her name was Larissa and she was short and sweet and blonde and always happy. It took months for Jeremy to build up the confidence to ask her out. Once he had that confidence, it was too late. “She’s already seeing someone,” her friend said to Jeremy. “I haven’t met the guy, but I hear he’s super cute.”
Jeremy did his best to pretend like he wasn’t too devastated. It was a week later when a friend came up to Jeremy to congratulate him. “I saw you at the movie theatre with that smokin’ hot blonde you’re always talking about. Good job,” his friend said. But Jeremy hadn’t been the movies in months. So he went onto his Facebook page and saw, for the first time ever, his doppelganger.
Larissa’s profile picture was of her and the doppelganger, kissing for a selfie. Jeremy was speechless. The man in the photo really did look just like him—down to the mole on his left cheek. But the man’s name was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t tagged in any of Larissa’s photos, maybe because he didn’t have his own Facebook profile.
It was especially heart breaking seeing that Jeremy was Larissa’s type—at least physically. Had Jeremy just beaten his doppelganger to asking her out…
It took a few months for Jeremy to get over her and move on. But his doppelganger didn’t stop being a nuisance. It started becoming a weekly occurrence: people asking Jeremy what he was buying at the mall, which movie he was seeing at the theatre, what he was doing downtown, when did he get the new car, and so on… A friend even saw the doppelganger when he was on vacation in Italy. “Why didn’t you tell me you were also going to Italy?” the friend asked in a text message.
“I’m not in Italy,” Jeremy replied. “It’s probably my stupid doppelganger.”
For years, Jeremy had been hearing about this mysterious lookalike, but he’d still never seen him outside of Larissa’s Facebook page (and he wasn’t even on that Facebook page anymore, seeing as they’d broken up and Larissa had started seeing some army brat). But based on what Jeremy had heard, his doppelganger was doing much better than him.
“Hey man, I didn’t know you were in med school,” one of Jeremy’s friends said. Jeremy wasn’t in med school. He’d dropped out of college and was working at a shoe store, selling orthopaedic shoes to old ladies. He didn’t just sell shoes to old ladies (though during his weekday morning shifts, he generally only saw old ladies who needed shoes); he also sold shoes to young people and even clothes. But it was a far cry from being a doctor. “Hey man, when did you buy that Benz, a
nd why didn’t you wave back at me?” But Jeremy didn’t own a Benz. He rode a bicycle around town.
Jeremy was starting to think that his doppelganger was just the best version of himself: a representation of what his life would have been had he put in more work and made better decisions. The mysterious lookalike was on his way to becoming a doctor, riding around town in a luxury sports car, taking the prettiest girls out on dates. Jeremy was sick of hearing about the guy. At least most of Jeremy’s friends had stopped assuming the doppelganger was Jeremy. Whenever they saw the lookalike in a nice suit or a fancy car, they just assumed it was the doppelganger. One friend even sent a picture to Jeremy, taken from across the street. The doppelganger was wearing an amazing suit and a glistening watch, with his hair slicked back and a big smile on his face. Jeremy tried to delete the picture, but he couldn’t figure out how to delete it from his phone. He’d never been much of a tech guy. But he didn’t need to be reminded that he could be doing so much better.
But it wasn’t fair to compare. Jeremy knew that he had no idea of the doppelganger’s background. Maybe he had rich parents. Maybe he was born a genius. Maybe he won the lottery or he had some rich uncle kick the bucket. Just because they looked the same, it didn’t mean they had the same circumstances and opportunities.
Or maybe they did have all the same opportunities and circumstances. Maybe this guy was just a harder and smarter worker. Maybe this guy really did deserve it all, and Jeremy really didn’t deserve any of it.
That photo inspired Jeremy to re-enrol in college, to finish his degree and maybe take a shot at getting into business school. He had to upgrade some classes at the local community college, but by the end of the year, he was back in school, ready to catch up to his doppelganger.
And in one of Jeremy’s classes was a short, young blonde man, who kept staring at Jeremy as if he knew him, with a slight grin. Jeremy knew right away that the blonde man thought that Jeremy was really the doppelganger. So after class one day, he decided to confront the little blonde man. “Do I look familiar to you?” Jeremy asked.
And the man just grinned.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, just so you know, you’re mistaking me for someone else. It happens all the time. There’s a guy in this town who looks just like me—right down to the mole on my cheek. But I assure you that me and the guy you think I am are nothing alike—at least I don’t think we are.”
The man continued to grin, slowly nodding his head.
“What is it? What’s so funny? Do you not believe me?” Jeremy asked.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, mate,” the young blonde man said. “If you can pull it off, then why not? Right?”
Jeremy strained to figure out what the young blonde man was talking about. “I’m sorry. What?” he said.
“Don’t be ashamed of what God gave you—that’s all I’m saying.”
“I’m not ashamed of anything. What are you talking about?” Jeremy found himself feeling frustrated. He knew the young man thought he was talking to Jeremy’s doppelganger, but that didn’t make things any less confusing.
The young man tilted his head to the side like a confused dog. “Wait. Do you really have a twin?”
“Not a twin—a doppelganger. I’ve never met the guy, but I’ve seen pictures.”
“Well, assuming you aren’t lying, you look just like him,” the young man said.
“I’m well aware. He’s been a thorn in my side for years.” Jeremy felt some relief now that the young man tentatively believed him. “But like I said, I’ve never even seen the guy in real life. Everyone else has though. Do you know him?”
“I’ve met him a couple of times. I know where he likes to hang out. In fact, I know where he’ll probably be tonight, if you wanted to see him with your own eyes.”
Jeremy felt a tingle run down his spine. He stood up straight and caught himself smiling. He did want to see his doppelganger. He’d wanted to see him ever since he first heard about him. “Where?” Jeremy asked.
“Finn’s, on Third Ave. He’s usually there between ten and one,” the young blonde man said.
Jeremy scribbled the location and time down on a little piece of paper. He’d never heard of the place, but he assumed it was a bar or a club or maybe a restaurant where the doppelganger worked as a manager to pay for his med school. “I can’t wait,” Jeremy said.
The young man grinned. “Me neither,” he said. And then he turned and headed off for his next class, leaving Jeremy feeling strangely nervous, excited, and confused at the same time.
CHAPTER II
Third Avenue was only a five-block stretch, so Jeremy didn’t bother looking up Finn’s before heading down to the find the place. He started at the north end and made his way to the south end of the small street, and it only took two minutes to find the joint.
It was a nightclub, with booming bass that reverberated out onto the street. There were a few men standing out front smoking. One of the men was wearing jean shorts that were far too short for his long, hairy legs. The three men looked at Jeremy as they stopped talking. They watched him carefully as he locked his bike to the nearby bike rack.
Jeremy was walking up to the building when another group of men emerged from the place and pulled out cigarettes and lighters. One of the men was wearing leather chaps, and Jeremy suddenly realized that Finn’s was a gay bar.
He froze, not taking another step. He looked up at the sign that hung above the door and realized it was gently glowing with the colours of the rainbow flag. And then he looked back down at the gay men sharing cigarettes out front and saw that they were all staring back at him as if they recognized him.
Jeremy’s doppelganger frequented the local gay bar.
Jeremy suddenly felt sick. He had nothing against gay people—he’d always believed that people could do whatever they wanted to do—but can you do whatever you want to do when you look identical to someone else? How many people had seen Jeremy’s doppelganger at Finn’s and thought they were seeing Jeremy? How many people thought Jeremy was a closet homosexual? Was Jeremy’s doppelganger a closet homosexual? If not, then what the hell was he doing frequenting a gay bar?
“Hey honey, are you going to come inside or are you just going to stand there all night?” one of the men called out to Jeremy. But still, Jeremy couldn’t move. He was terrified to go inside the place and be recognized by someone he knew—even though that was already happening, thanks to Jeremy’s lookalike.
Jeremy looked back at his bike. He wanted to run back to it and ride home as quickly as possible. He had enough problems in his life—he didn’t need another one. He didn’t need everyone thinking that he was gay! Girls already brushed him off.
“Didn’t feel like getting dressed up tonight?” one of the men called out. And Jeremy realized that the men all recognized him as his doppelganger. Jeremy wondered how often his doppelganger heard about Jeremy. Was he constantly inconvenienced by Jeremy sightings?
This was far worse than any previous inconveniences. Now Jeremy had to constantly worry about his doppelganger being seen at gay bars, and having to constantly convince his friends and family members that they’d seen his lookalike, that Jeremy wasn’t actually gay.
Now, Jeremy found himself looking around nervously, scouting the streets for familiar faces, wondering if it was worth going inside the gay bar just to see his doppelganger. And what was he going to do if the doppelganger was inside? What did he have to gain from meeting his lookalike? Or better yet, what did he have to lose?
He started walking towards the gay bar. The gay men continued to stare him down. “What’s wrong, beautiful? Not feeling so chipper today?” one of them asked.
Jeremy forced a smile. He could feel that his cheeks were red. “I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else,” he said. The gay men all laughed.
“What are you talking about, darling?” one of them said. Jeremy didn’t feel much like trying to fill them in on his life story. He�
�d grown tired of constantly trying to explain to people that he had an exact lookalike walking around town. It was never as easy as just saying, ‘I have a doppelganger.’ People never believed that—it always took so much more. So Jeremy just walked past the group of gay men and went into the loud gay bar.
The place was colourful and flashing and loud and busy. The flashing lights made Jeremy feel nauseous and anxious at the same time. People kept bumping into him. One man even offered him a drink from a plastic cup. Jeremy declined the offer, even though he really did want something to take the edge off. He found himself at the bar, waiting for the bartender to make her way through the crowd of thirsty customers. By the time the bartender got to Jeremy, Jeremy realized she wasn’t a she at all—she was a man in drag. The place was filled with men in drag, but the bartender was especially convincing until she opened her mouth to speak. She had long blonde hair that nearly touched her waist and long, fake eyelashes that looked heavy and uncomfortable. “What can I get for you?” she asked.
“Just a whiskey. Whatever’s cheap,” Jeremy said.
“Double or a single?”
“Double. Definitely a double,” Jeremy said, looking around. He was still trying to spot his doppelganger.
“Didn’t feel like getting dolled up tonight?” the bartender asked. It took Jeremy a moment to realize she was talking to him. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes.
“What do you mean by dolled up?” he asked.
She laughed. “What do you think I mean?” Jeremy knew exactly what she meant. A third of the men in the joint were dressed like women—some more convincing than others. At first, Jeremy thought he was standing next to a group of lesbians, but he quickly realized it was just a group of convincing shemales.
He kept his ball cap tilted down over his eyes, just in case there were people he knew in the club. He got his drink and he slammed it back quickly. He wiped his lips and instantly felt the whiskey working into his system, helping him relax. Though he wasn’t sure he would ever truly feel relaxed in that place. People kept coming up to him, thinking he was his doppelganger. “Quinn?” someone said, tapping him on the shoulder.
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