Priya and Preeti look visibly uncomfortable, periodically wincing in agony. Not because they’re worried that their revelation is about to send shockwaves through their community, who until now have remained unaware of what the twins do for a living. Nor are they remotely fearful of what the repercussions this may bring. No, their aches and pain are all down to the fact that they’ve just had their breasts enlarged to a G-cup, and it hurts like hell…
It’s the second time they’ve gone under the knife to enhance their prize assets. Until last week, they used to be DDs, and three years ago, they were humble A-cups (‘I was a B,’ points out Preeti, the younger of the twins by 50 seconds).
Here we have two 22-year-old girls, proudly parading their prized cluster bombs for all to see, and I can guarantee you have already seen enough to paint a picture of how the pair came to be here. Bad upbringing, poor education, abusive family, more than likely sexually, a string of sick boyfriends grinding them down so hard, words like ‘virtue’ and ‘morals’ no longer appear in their vocabulary, not that they rely on words to express themselves.
So it comes as a huge surprise to find Priya and Preeti Young, the darlings of the naughty boy’s favourite cable channel Babestation TV, are eloquent, intelligent, full of laughter and jokes, and about as easy for a man to manipulate or mould as their rock hard mammaries. 

What’s going on here then?
‘We had a very happy childhood, a comfortable life, we had a great relationship with our parents, and were both very academic,’ says Priya. Preeti instantly echoes: ‘We had a standard, normal life, and we were always in the top 10% in our subjects.’ (One of the characteristics of the twins is that they both say the same thing one after the other, only with slightly different wording, and as with many twins, disagree with each other even though it frequently transpires they are actually in complete agreement…)  
I’m not buying it. No one has a childhood without struggles. When probed, they immediately admit as much (and I’ve interviewed enough people to know that when they want to stick to a PR-scripted hunky dory image of leading a charmed life, they’re not going to open up to their tragedies simply because you ask them nicely). Within seconds, the girls tell me everything that went wrong in their lives: when their father broke his back, the family suffered financial hardship, growing up in an all-white neighbourhood in the Surrey countryside meant they faced plenty of racism, the Asians they did know weren’t welcoming, all good fodder for theories on how they turned into tearaways, but their joint response is: ‘So what?’
‘Yes, there were struggles, but nothing we couldn’t handle. We were spoiled rotten, we always got what we wanted,’ says Priya. ‘We’ve always been the centre of everything,’ adds Preeti. ‘We’ve always demanded attention.’
They didn’t always get it. At school, where they were the only brown faces, Preeti reveals ‘no boy fancied the Paki girls’, but instead of feeling bitter, the sense of being left out of the sexual equation spurred them on to dedicate themselves to a life of beautification. ‘Not for the boys to like us,’ Priya is quick to point out, ‘we’ve always wanted to look stunning.’
By the time they were 16, they got what they wanted (they proudly admit to getting regularly approached everywhere they went, they even make the word ‘harassed’ sound like a compliment), but not quite. Their boobs weren’t getting any bigger, and they hated that.
Priya, the smaller cup of the pair, reveals: ‘We’ve always loved the Jordan-like fake boob look. They’re the best accessories a girl can buy.’
Not that the lads seemed to mind what size they came in. By now, they both had boyfriends (and contrary to perception, they don’t sound much like your typical esteem-siphoning controlling psycho types), and it was at Preeti’s other half’s place, which he shared with two other boys, where scanning through copies of Nuts and Zoo magazine triggered off the word that would go on to become their life’s goal from thereon: glamour.
‘Even though we loved fashion,’ says Priya, ‘We never wanted to be fashion models. We’ve never wanted to be skinny girls. We love that we have big bums.’      
The allure to flaunt what they had came by chance when, at the age of 19, a Facebook friend asked if anyone would be up for a photoshoot. The twins were indeed up for it, and so came their first topless shoot (a memory that makes Priya shudder, but only because of how small her breasts looked in those images).
Now here’s the shocking part. Even though their extended family know nothing of their glamour modelling other life (until now, sorry about that), their first foray into nudity in front of the camera came with the full blessing of their mother!
We’re talking about a Hindu woman, who spent the first 15 years of her life in India, and whose parents used to take Priya and Preeti to the temple on Sundays here. I’m sorry. Come again?
‘Our mum has always supported us,’ they both say in unison. ‘She knows that when this article is published and the shit hits the fan, she’ll be the one having to take the flak from the family. But her take on it is: if my daughters want to make a living by being beautiful, what’s it to you?’
‘In fact,’ they both agree, ‘Mum says that if she could turn back time, and had the opportunities we had, she would’ve liked to have done the same. And when we told her we were going to have breast enlargements to get us more exposure, she was all for it.’
Didn’t she worry about her daughters entering a world of sleaze?
The word doesn’t go down well with the twins. They’re sick and tired of people assuming that because a girl chooses to parade her body for titillation, it automatically means she’s ripe for being manipulated by some dodgy cameraman into becoming a pornstar or a prostitute.  
‘Everyone has this idea that the sex industry is run by evil men, but in the glamour business we’re dealing with photographers who see naked bodies day in day out,’ fumes Priya. ‘It’s like saying a gynaecologist is sleazy because he looks at private parts all day. That’s his job!’
Preeti adds: ‘I’d say glamour photographers are the least sleaziest people we’ve ever met. It’s the men in suits with so-called respectable jobs that are the real sleazeballs.’
These are the very men, and you may be alarmed to find that many of them are Asians in relationships, who hit on the twins the hardest. Ask around. Someone in your circle of males will admit to knowing Babestation TV, and if they do, they sure as hell will know Priya and Preeti.
Since joining the station, the girls have become huge sensations – they tick all the boxes that shape the male fantasy: twins, exotic, and because of the preconceived ideas about Indians, oh so taboo.  
Asian men don’t come out very well in this story. ‘It’s the hypocrisy we can’t stand,’ they fume. ‘They’re the first to shout abuse at us, yet how do they know who we are in the first place? We’ve had guys slag us off in front of their women in a restaurant or whatever, but then those same guys ring up our live chat on the show and say: Do you remember me? I saw you in the restaurant today…’
Not surprisingly, Asian women aren’t exactly enamoured by them either. On their website and Twitter site, the abuse comes thick and fast (even though it makes the girls laugh that some of their biggest haters watch the show religiously enough to dissect their every move), but they’re always surprised to find many young Asian girls come to them seeking advice.
‘It’s silly to think that just because we take our clothes off, they will too,’ they point out, ‘What they want to know is how we do what we want to do without being scared of judgement. Some of these girls get into all kinds of trouble just for wearing a skirt that’s too short. So they admire the fact that we don’t give a damn what the community thinks.’
And how! Most people in their family think Priya is a legal secretary, and Preeti is a hairdresser. That’s one big bubble that’s bursting as we speak. Says Priya: ‘The thing is, some people judge you anyway. I remember an aunty judging Preeti for choosing hairdressing instead of going to college, and even if we did go to college, she’d probably judge us for not being a doctor or whatever.’
She adds: ‘What a lot of people don’t factor in is that some people don’t want to be doctors. We both had the qualifications to do further education, but we didn’t want to. This is why we tell girls who come to us for advice that if you want a respectable career that pleases your family, then you have to follow the rules.’
Preeti stresses: ‘It’s important to realise we’ve never wanted to be a part of the Asian world, we weren’t raised to be traditional Indian girls. We don’t need the validation of the community. Unless you’re prepared to face their wrath and can handle being ostracised, you have to be careful. No one has been able to use and abuse us because we’ve always been strong enough to say no, we don’t want to do that. No one can take advantage of us. You might not be so lucky.’
It’d be hard to argue that Priya and Preeti haven’t been lucky. At just 22, they have their own flats, top-of-the-range Audis, and get free entry to all the top clubs, where they are treated with the same salivation rich men reserve for Barbie dolls. They work just two days a week, which means they spend most of their time shopping and partying. And straight after our interview, Preeti is off on her second date with a premiership league footballer. (I could name him, but it’s bad enough this article will receive untold letters of complaints, not to mention the shock their poor grandparents will have when they find out, without risking a super-injunction taken out on us…)
Trotting off in their skyscraper Guccis, they leave me with this conundrum: ‘You do a magazine about Asian women doing well in what they set their minds to do, right? That’s exactly what we’re doing, aren’t we?’
I tried not to be judgemental. I tried not to glamorise the glamour industry. But it’s hard to argue – the girls have a point. Four G-cupped points, to be precise…

• Priya and Preeti Young appear on Babestation TV. To find out more, log onto www.babestation.tv/girls/196/preeti-priya