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Miss-Spelled Part 2
I woke up with a groan. And it wasn't totally due to the fact I had a
hangover. I was in a girl's room, in a girl's bed which I was sharing
with the amazingly beautiful Becca, and the almost as beautiful Kayleigh
and Sarah sleeping on air beds on the floor.
This time yesterday I would have given my right arm to wake up with
these three. Unfortunately, yesterday I was Phil Jameson. Today I am
Sophie Jameson and in this new reality (due to a case of mistaken
identity and a magic spell that was supposed to be for my former best
friend/Becca's ex-boyfriend/girl beater) these three beauties are the
only people who will remember my old reality and now also my best
friends. And I'm just as beautiful as any of them.
I looked round MY new bedroom. It couldn't be any girlier. Pinks and
whites were everywhere. A quick look round last night showed that I had
nothing in the way of trousers (except for a couple of pairs of
tracksuit bottoms that looked like they had seen better days). Looks
like I'm a skirts and dresses kind of girl.
I quietly got out of bed as not to disturb the others. I could do with
some time alone with my thoughts. I put on my big, pink, fluffy bath
robe over the short white night dress I had worn to bed (sigh) and went
to make myself a coffee.
I settled down in my spacious front room and started to take everything
in. I had noticed last night eight dress makers dummies each wearing a
dress that looked to be unfinished. One had a wedding dress and three
others had floor length pale pink bridesmaids dresses, each with a white
sash tied at the back in a huge bow.
The four that didn't have anything on now had the gowns we had been
wearing the previous night at the fancy dress party. Becca's blue and
silver Cinderella dress, Kayleigh's pink and white Ariel dress, Sarah's
blue, yellow and red Snow White dress and finally my yellow Belle dress.
Each one had a ridiculously huge skirt held out by layers and layers of
petticoats. They looked even bigger than what our cartoon counterparts
would have worn in their relevant movies.
When I looked closer at them, the quality was amazing. These weren't the
kind of dresses you'd rent from a fancy dress shop. Ladies would pay
hundreds, maybe even thousands to have a gown made to this standard
(although admittedly, maybe not this style).
It then clicked, that's what I did for a living. I was a dressmaker and
sold my services for extremely large amounts of money. Just by looking
at the dresses I could remember how I had made them. So this was how I
could afford a luxury flat on the posh side of town.
I then started scanning the photographs I had on display. Most prominent
was the large canvas with the photo of me and Richie in a very
girlfriend/boyfriend kind of pose printed on it. Last night he had been
my best friend and Becca's ex-boyfriend. Today he was my boyfriend and
we didn't know if he and Becca had any kind of history at all. This had
been confirmed when I had listened to his voicemail messages asking why
I had left the party early. I didn't want to talk to him right now so I
had sent him a text message saying that I hadn't been feeling well and
that the girls had got me home.
That photo worried me. Part of me was disgusted by what it implied, but
the other part got a warm, fuzzy glow inside. Fucking hell. Sophie was
in love with him.
Thankfully, there was no sign of anything that could have belonged to
him in my flat so he couldn't be living here or even stay over very
often. That should make things easier to deal with.
Other photos showed me with the girls, photos of me and Richie and
photos of my parents and two older brothers (I wonder how much our
relationship has changed now).
"Sophie," I heard Becca whisper from the bedroom.
"You've got used to calling me that quickly haven't you?" I said
snidely.
"Sorry, it just slipped out; it just seems natural to call you that
now," she said defensively.
"I guess it will do, sorry for biting. What can I do for you?" I asked
sheepishly.
"The three of us weren't planning to stay over last night, we've got no
clothes here, can we borrow a t-shirt each so that we're not sat around
in just our underwear?"
"Go for it, I'll go make you each a coffee."
The four of us were sat there, sipping our coffee.
"So Richie," Becca half asked, half stated.
"Hmm... Richie," I replied.
"What you gonna do about him?"
"I don't know, part of me is repulsed by the thought, aside from the
fact that I'm not used to being a heterosexual female, I'm horrified
that he went to hit you last night. I didn't think he was capable of
something like that. And now I'm his girlfriend and I'm scared of
him..."
"Do I sense a `but` coming?" Kayleigh interrupted.
"But" I continued "In this reality, that never happened, neither did the
stalking Becca and on top of all that, I think Sophie is in love with
him. I just get this feeling when I think of him. I don't know what to
do. I think I'm going to fake sickness to avoid him for a few days so I
can think of what to do."
"That sounds sensible. But what about work? You must have a job to be
able to afford this place?" said Sarah, the ever sensible one.
"Look around, I think I'm a dress maker and work from home. I don't
think I need to leave the flat."
"You mean you made all of these? Including our dresses from last night?
That's amazing" cooed Sarah.
"Cool, we have our own personal dress maker," joked Kayleigh.
Becca changed the subject. "You do know we can't change you back don't
you?"
"When I bought the book we got the spell from, even the lady in the
store didn't know where it had come from" interjected Kayleigh.
"I know, I know. I think I'll cope. I'm not freaking out anywhere as
near as I should be. And all I need to do is think about something that
'Sophie' would do, I just kind of remember how I would do it," I said.
"For example, I know exactly how I made these dresses and I could do it
again."
I was in fact, freaking out inside a lot more than I let on. But I
didn't want to upset these who were now my three best friends. I was
going to need them if I was to get through this.
"Anyway, I don't mean to be rude," I spoke up "But would you guys mind
leaving me to have some time to myself? I could just do with getting my
head around everything"
"No problem," said Becca. "But we do have a problem"
"We don't have any clothes," said Kayleigh.
A mischievous thought entered my head. "What about your clothes from
last night?" I asked innocently.
"WHAT?" all three asked.
"Come on, it'll give me laugh, watching three princesses do what would
appear to be the walk of shame on the morning after. You did alter my
entire reality after all," I said, smirking.
Half an hour later, a rough looking and hung-over Cinderella, Ariel and
Snow White were leaving my flat. I stood out on my balcony waving and
shouting my goodbyes, mostly just to make sure that they got as much
attention as possible. It was funny watching them having to carry their
skirts as they made their way down the street to the bus stop.
Right I thought to myself, first things first. I need the toilet and a
shower. I found that if I just switched my brain off, I kind of went
onto an autopilot. I went to the bathroom, did my business and wiped
down there. I won't lie; I did get a little freaked out when I saw "my"
vagina for the first time. I clipped my hair up and jumped in the
shower, making sure not to get my hair wet. I got out, put my bath robe
back on and went to pick out some clothes. A black peasant blouse and a
long white gypsy skirt looked like a cute combo to my autopilot, a white
lacy thong and bra set (it would seem I had nothing plain in the way of
underwear) completed my outfit and I applied some make up, just a hint
of eye shadow and some lip gloss (both pink... sigh).
After brushing my long hair out (it came to just above my backside when
down and straightened) I went and checked the damage.
Wow. Even when I wasn't all dressed up like a princess, I was gorgeous.
I'm glad I didn't have a sister in the other reality because if she
looked like this, I would have been beating my friends with a stick to
keep them away from her.
Now I needed to find out as much as I could about this new life I had
been thrown into. I knew I had three new friends and that my former best
friend was now my boyfriend. But I needed more, so where do you go to
spy on someone's life?
Facebook. That's where, even if it's your own life you're spying on.
There was a laptop on the coffee table in my front room, I turned it on
and went to Facebook. Fortunately, Sophie had left it logged on last
time she was on so I didn't need a password. It later came to me.
D15ney. Of course it was.
I clicked to view my own profile. According to this, me and Richie had
only been Facebook official for two months.
The only reason I could think that I had the huge canvas photo was that
we were in the honeymoon period where it's all new and exciting and
you're convinced it's going to last forever. This opened up some options
as to how I could deal with him.
As if on cue, my phone started ringing. It was Richie. Oh well, I
couldn't avoid him forever.
"Hey you," I tried to say as sweetly as possible.
"Hey babe, how are you? Have you recovered from last night?" he asked.
"I'm better than last night thank you, the girls looked after me, I
still don't feel great though."
"You know I could have looked after you a LOT better," he said
mischievously.
"I bet you could," I replied suggestively. My god, what was I doing?
"Anyway babe, we're going to the cinema tonight, the new Sin City is
out."
Hold on a second, was he telling me what I was going to do? When he knew
that I wasn't well? On top of that, I had only known the new me for a
few hours and even I knew I wasn't likely to be a Sin City fan. A quick
look at my DVD collection showed that I had nothing other than Disney
and romantic comedies. Stuff that! Still I had to fight an overwhelming
urge to submit to him and go along with it.
"Actually honey," I started, "I don't feel like it, I'm still not
feeling too good and I've got behind on some work stuff, I was going to
use tonight to get caught up otherwise my clients won't be happy," I
said, trying to sound as disappointed as possible.
"You mean for Sarah? Jesus, that shit doesn't need to be done for
another six months!" he sounded pissed "Whatever, those friends of yours
are obviously more important to you than your boyfriend!" and he hung
up! What an absolute baby.
And what did he mean by "For Sarah." This was my career. It had nothing
to do with Sarah. I managed to fight another urge to call him back and
apologise. Fucking hell. For a girl who has set up her own successful
business and lives a very independent lifestyle, Richie certainly had
her wrapped round his little finger. That would have to change.
Just then a notification appeared on Facebook. It read "Richie Simpson
has changed his relationship status to `It's Complicated`." Oh shit,
he's breaking up with me. I started panicking. I picked up my phone to
beg his forgiveness when common sense prevailed again. I wonder if he
was this controlling in the other reality? I'd need to talk to Becca
about this.
I carried on looking through Facebook. There were hundreds of photos of
me, Becca, Kayleigh and Sarah. Our last day at school in our uniforms.
Our blouses covered in writing where our class mates had signed them.
Our school prom. I must seriously have some princess-wannabe issues.
Whilst Becca was wearing strapless knee length black number, Kayleigh
was wearing an ankle length, emerald green dress with a slit up one leg
and Sarah was wearing a red mermaid style gown, what was I wearing? A
huge, pink, ball gown with pink flowers woven into my hair. I'm guessing
the Disney princess fancy dress idea for last night must have been mine.
No wonder I started making dresses. To buy the kind I liked would have
cost my parents a fortune growing up.
There was more photos from college, nights out, girl's holidays. The
four of us were serious BFF's. Even in the other reality, the three of
them hadn't really got close until after they had left college.
I noticed a business page attached to my profile. "Elegance by Sophie"
it was called. A simple name I suppose. I clicked on the link and it
took me to a full website. It had pictures of creations I had made
before. It was mostly evening wear, but there was also bridal gowns,
little girl's dresses, christening and communion gowns. Even fancy
dress. It seems that last night's creations weren't a first. It appears
I drive out to client's homes to do fittings and go through design ideas
and then make them at home. I looked around my front room; well I
certainly had all the equipment and material. At that point I thought
I'd best check any diaries on my laptop and phone to find if I had any
appointments. Fortunately nothing until Thursday and it was only Sunday.
I then realised that I'd had nothing to eat that day and that my stomach
could do with something in it other than coffee.
I went to the fridge and saw something that I hadn't noticed before. A
save the date wedding invite for the wedding of Sarah Daniels and
Michael Gooderham. Sarah was engaged? And Michael Gooderham was my
brother, Stephen's best friend.
I quickly ran back to the living room (forgetting I was wearing a long,
flowing skirt and nearly tripping over it) and got back on to Facebook.
I clicked on Sarah's profile and there it was. Engaged to Michael
Gooderham. So that's what Richie was talking about. I must be making her
bridal gown. I wondered if the bridesmaid's dresses were for her as
well. I wonder if one of them was for me.
In the other reality Sarah was single and had her own flat. By the looks
of things, Sarah now lived with Michael and they had a house together.
Shit, Sarah's home wasn't her home anymore. She had set off close to an
hour ago and the public transport system in our town wasn't the best,
especially on a Sunday. I might be able to catch her in time. I grabbed
my phone and dialled her number.
"Hi Sarah, if you're checking up on me, yes it was extremely
embarrassing taking the bus dressed like Snow White, fortunately I had
Becca and Kayleigh deflecting attention away from me," she said before I
could get a word in edgeways.
"Sarah," I almost yelled, "are you home yet?"
"Yeah, I just got to my door, but my key doesn't fit. It even looks
different. Hold on, someone's coming to the door, who the fuck is in my
flat?" Bloody hell, once she gets going, she doesn't stop to draw
breath.
"Sarah, you don't live there anymore," I managed to get in. I heard the
door open and a bemused voice ask "Erm... can I help you miss?"
"Sarah, just wait for me outside and I'll come and pick you up."
"Erm, sorry Mister, I must have the wrong flat," I heard her say as she
was hanging up.
I looked at my key hook at my front door. I saw a car key for a mini.
Arrrgggghhh. How girly could I be? If it was pink I swear I was going to
scream. I picked up the key and headed for the door.
After screaming, I climbed inside my pink mini convertible with the
"Elegance by Sophie" logo on the side and headed to the block of flats
where Sarah used to live.
I beeped my horn as I pulled up and opened the door for her. Once again
realising that these princess dresses were not suitable for regular
cars. Sarah's Snow White dress puffed right up as she got in the car, I
had to fight through the skirts and petticoats to get at the gear stick
and hand break.
"Ok, Sophie, what is going on?" Sarah asked. "Why is there a strange man
in my flat?"
I pulled out my phone and brought up her Facebook profile "This is why,
you don't live there anymore, you're engaged to be married in six months
and you live with your fianc?" I explained.
"My fianc?? He seems familiar but I don't even know who this Michael
Gooderham is" she was sounding stressed "Oh, shit. Someone called Mikey
has been phoning me for the past hour. I've been trying to ignore the
calls."
"Oooh, he hates the name Mikey. It's the kind of cute name only a
girlfriend would get away with calling him. He's my brother's best
friend," I explained "It sounds like you're either going to have to
answer the phone or get yourself home sharpish, he might end up phoning
the police" I said. Just then my phone started ringing. It was Michael.
Luckily I hadn't started driving anywhere yet.
"Hi Mike," I answered.
"Hi Sophie" He sounded panic stricken "Have you seen Sarah since last
night? She didn't come home and she isn't answering her phone."
"Calm down Mike, she's with me. I wasn't well last night so she stayed
the night with me. She thinks she left her phone at the party by
mistake" I lied to cover for her "I'm bringing her home now."
"Thank Christ for that." He sounded so relieved. "I was so worried. Tell
her I'll see her soon and that I love her so much."
"I will do you big softie, see you soon." Bless him. What a contrast to
my conversation with Richie.
"One question Soph," said Sarah, "I have no idea where I live. How are
we going to get there?"
"A little trick I learned whilst getting ready. Close your eyes, clear
your head and think about where you live," I explained.
"That sounds stupid" she said sceptically "but you are looking very well
put together for someone was a boy less than 24 hours ago. I'll give it
a try." She closed her eyes and a moment later she said, "Bloody hell,
it worked. I live at Vicarage Drive, number 8."
"Let's go then," I said. "That's about 20 minutes drive from here, give
you time to prepare to meet your future husband."
I fought through her skirts, put the car into gear and set off.
As we were driving there I told her about Michael. He and my brother
Stephen had been friends for years, he was almost a part of our family,
we knew him so well. She must have met him through me whereas in the
other reality she hadn't really known me in order to meet him.
"But what if I don't like him?" she asked.
"I think you will," I replied. "But to be sure, try the trick again,
clear your head and think about what you like about your fianc?."
"Ok." She closed her eyes. "Well, he IS cute."
"You can see that from his Facebook picture," I said. "What about his
personality? Or things he's done for you?"
"He's so kind and considerate. Once when I was struggling with uni work
I told him I couldn't see him for a few days while I caught up. I hadn't
even had time to do any food shopping or any laundry. Do you know what
he did?" she asked me, not expecting to know the answer.
"Yep, he came round, not only with a huge bouquet of roses, but also a
week's worth of groceries. He put them all away, collected your laundry
to do at his place and told you to phone him if you needed anything else
doing. I remember you telling me how you "thanked" him once you were all
caught up," I replied.
"I never told you that! I only just found out myself." She eyed me as if
I was psychic or something.
"Remember, it's like we've lived these lives already, we just need to
concentrate a bit more to remember our new pasts," I explained.
We moved on to talk about Richie and about the conversation I had with
him.
"Becca often said he could be very controlling when they were alone, but
me and Kayleigh never witnessed it" Sarah said.
"Yeah well, I can't see it lasting much longer, he's even changed his
relationship status to complicated on Facebook," I replied.
"Just be careful, you saw what he was like when Becca dumped him."
"I will."
Just then we pulled up outside her new home. It was a lovely, three
bedroomed house with a big front garden. Well when you're a nurse and
your future hubby has his own plumbing company, you're going to be
pulling in the money.
"Do you want me to come in with you?"
"Yes please, I'm so nervous."
"First, give me your phone, you lost it remember? I'll conveniently find
it at my flat on silent later on for you."
"Thanks."
We barely got half way down the garden path when Michael came running
out, lifting Sarah off her feet, spinning her round while her skirts and
petticoats swished and frothed. It was an image straight out of a
fairytale.
"Oh my god, you had me so worried," Mike said. He so relieved to see her
ok. I couldn't imagine Richie being like that.
"I'm so sorry honey," said Sarah, even though this was the first time
she'd seen him, you could see she was so in love with him "It was just
one thing led to another, by the time I had chance to phone you I
couldn't find it and Sophie was asleep. She'd been through a lot last
night and I couldn't leave her."
"You're a good egg," Michael said. "A sexy one at that. Anyway, you need
to get changed; we're collecting your ring from the jewellers today."
"My ring?"
"Your engagement ring. It's been resized because it was a little too
big. I swear you'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on" he laughed.
"I'll leave you two to it," I said, I figured it was time to leave the
happy couple to it. Sarah looked comfortable enough in her new role.
"Remember you need to let me know when you can have another fitting on
your dress," I shouted to Sarah.
She looked confused for a second before it clicked and all of a sudden
looked so excited. She must have just realised she had a wedding to
plan. "I can't wait."
I got back in my car and looked at my phone. Two text messages, the
first one was from Richie:
"I thought you said you were ill. Just seen you driving round with that
Sarah bitch. You need to make a choice. Me or those bitch friends."
He's right, I do. And he's making it so easy to make that decision. I'll
deal with him later.
The second was from Mum:
"Don't forget, family tea tonight. 5pm. Stephen is bringing his new
girlfriend round and we want to make a good impression. Wear something
nice. Not that gypsy/peasant look you always seem to go for."
I thought I looked cute.
Another text came through from Mum:
"I've just seen Richie at the shops, invited him tonight. He said he'd
love to and he'll pick you up at 4:30. We should really get to know him.
Seems like a nice young man."
Oh shit. This isn't going to be good.
Authors note:
Hi, I hope you enjoyed this part as much as the first. Please leave
feedback. I love constructive criticism. Do you like the direction that
the story is going?
As you can probably tell from my stories, I love big fairytale style
ball gowns and wedding dresses. I'd love them to feature more in this
story but I'm struggling to in a modern setting. Any ideas or scenario's
you think I could use?
Many thanks to Nikki Simpson and pfiter 47. Your reviews for part 1
opened my brain to ideas for part 2.
Sherry
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