The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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SISTER FOR A DAY
BY
JANICE
I am Ron and have a twin sister, Carol. We are 11 years old and are as
close to being identical twins as siblings of the opposite sex can be. We
are a small family, just our mother, and a grandmother who lives across
town. Our father was a long haul trucker until one day about three years
ago he went on a run and never came home; there are rumors that he took
off with one of the dispatchers at the firm because she disappeared at
the same time.
Our grandmother, who is half blind, half deaf and half senile, has money
and loves us kids to death.
I have always wanted to try on my sister's clothes but never had the
balls to, even though I have had many, many opportunities. The closest I
ever came was holding a dress up against me as I had seen girls do at the
dress store. She did have a lot of dresses and skirts that our
grandmother kept buying for her.
Now that we have that out of the way...let us get on with the story about
how I had to become my sister, Carol, for a day.
Carol was away at a sleepover at her friend's house when we got a call
from my grandmother; she had been on one of her shopping sprees and
bought Carol about a half dozen dresses and wanted her to come over for a
few hours and try them on, and spend the day with her.
I am not too sure why, but my mother said we would be there in a few
hours. I knew that Carol would not be home until the next day so I
questioned mom about it.
She, mom, told me that she knew that I wanted to, from time to time, wear
carols dresses but never had the nerve; how the hell do mothers know
things like this?
She said that now was my chance... Grandma probably would never be able to
see that I was not Carol and her hearing was not that good so my voice
would not give me away. I thought it over for about a half hour, actually
about one minute but didn't want to seem too anxious so I waited for
about a half hour before answering that I would, but under the condition
that no one, I repeat, no one, was to know about it.
She agreed. And an hour later I was wearing a denim skirt and a white
sleeveless shirt, my hair was in the style Carol usually wore and I was
wearing her pink sneakers with a pair of scrunch sox.
I was quite nervous but other than that...I felt good wearing my sister's
clothes... finally.
Grandma never even blinked an eye when she saw me. I will assume that all
she saw was a sort of blur owing to her very poor eyesight. After the
usual platitudes she showed me the dresses she bought for me (actually
for Carol).
The first was a pearl colored one, sleeveless, with a little bow at the
throat, the ends hung down almost to the above the knees hem.
The second was a light blue one with tank top, snug at the bodice and
waist and a slight flared skirt, this came with a velour bolero type
jacket.
The third was the prettiest; at least I thought it was the prettiest. It
was knee length with a belted waist, had short puffy sleeves and what
they call a crew neck and was silver with a diamond pattern with a dark
grey color.
I liked that one best and for some reason I didn't want to take it off.
When Grandma saw it on me, again I must remind you that Granny thought I
was Carol, she insisted I wear it when we went out for dinner later that
day.
I tried on the rest of Carol's dresses; there were a total of five, all
pretty. When I was through I hoped that Grandma forgot about me wearing
that grey dress for dinner, but she didn't.
Either way it was not a good situation for me. I would be wearing a dress
no matter, the one I came in, or the silver one with the diamond pattern
that I liked.
Well, I wore the silver one. Need I say that I was quite nervous for the
first ten minutes or so but when I saw no one even looking in my
direction at the diner, I calmed down and enjoyed my dinner.
Mom, who could be a (Good natured) ball buster at times, insisted I wear
the dress home.
I could not wait to change back as soon as I got home.
The next day, when Carol came home, mom told her that Gramma bought her
some dresses and that she, mom, knew they fit because I modeled them for
Gramma.
Of course Carol asked what mom was talking about, and to my chagrin, mom
explained.
Carol, who was as big a ball buster as mom, insisted I model them, the
dresses, for her.
I saw no harm in that because I knew that Carol would do nothing to hurt
me or embarrass me.
I modeled all five dresses. Carol loved them all and said that I made a
pretty sister and, just like grandma yesterday, insisted we go out to
dinner and I wear one of the dresses. I really didn't want to but Carol
is not the kind of person I could say no to. I allowed her to pick out
the one she wanted me to wear.
She picked the light blue, knee length one with the spaghetti straps; it
had several rows of ruffles all down the length of the dress and was cute
as could be and if I was a girl, I think I would wear it every day.
Unlike yesterday where I just wore the dress, this time Carol gave all
the underthings that should be worn with a fancy dress, you know, tights,
panties, not plain white ones like yesterday, but light blue like the
dress, and a training bra, padded, and some of her jewelry. We sure
looked like identical twin sisters.
Dinner was as much fun as last night and I was a bit, just a tiny bit,
reluctant to change for bed. I hoped that I never would have to do this
again, well, hardly never.
EPILOG
Just for the record...
NO, I did not throw out all my boy clothes.
NO, I did not rush home from school every day to get into a dress.
NO, I did not spend every weekend, from after school on Friday till
before school on Monday in dresses.
I did, however, and always at my mothers or sisters request, sometimes
"Dress" for Sunday dinner; maybe once or twice a month.
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