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"Wake up, loser!" A slap on the head. "Now, little brother! Paaat-rick."
My older sister, Cynthia, was always the one to wake me up. And take
responsibility in general. But when I wanted to be lazy, the extended-out
name always did that, I couldn't ignore it! "OK, what does Mom want?"
"Sorry, we have to do some shopping for me, it will be boring for you,
just take a shower so we can have breakfast and get out of here." Cynthia
was always bossy to me, but not to be bad, just to keep me punctual and
responsible. But she could still be annoying! And I was always the little
brother, she was good at looking out for me, and had been a good friend
growing up, although I could tell as she got older, she wasn't putting up
with me as much.
I took a shower and then remembered I had to throw yesterday's jeans in
the dirty laundry ... I slid down a muddy hill while in the park, so they
would have to be washed. Well, Cyn had always passed hand me down jeans
to me, so I asked her, "Nope, all ready for washing, little bro!" "But
we're supposed to go shopping with Mom?" Cyn replied. "Yes. Duh. If you
don't have any to wear, you can borrow something else from me." She
walked over to the closet of our shared bedroom, and pulled a dress out
of her side of the closet. "Sorry, no clean pants left, but this will
suit you just fine. It's getting small for me, so I'll probably never
wear it again anyway."
"Are you ready for breakfast, kids?" mom yelled from the kitchen of the
small apartment. "Hurry up! Sometimes you are so annoying," my sister
hissed. So I relented and pulled the the dress over my t-shirt and
underwear (we had to share a room most of our life, so being half-dressed
in front of each other was no big deal). It was of classic blue and white
nautical stripes, a full skirt, and large white collar. Just then, mom
walked in and stared for a moment before saying, "Come on and eat."
"Patrick messed up his jeans yesterday, and doesn't have anything to
wear, so I'm loaning him this dress for today. Are we going to the
laundromat soon?" "Maybe tomorrow," mom said, "I have a lot to worry
about the rest of the month." True, mom was always fretting about rent
and bills at the end of each month, even in our small apartment. And she
smiled. "You don't look half bad, Pat."
We all ate breakfast quickly, as mom explained we had to get a few items
of clothing for Cynthia. "She's a growing girl" (true, she was definitely
hitting her "spurt" and had grown a few inches above me in just the last
few months). And then groceries for the week. "You might not be able to
wear her hand-me-downs any more, Pat, although that dress does look good
on you." I blushed as Cynthia chimed in, "Sure does, mom! Really cute."
As soon as we finished the meal, mom was in charge, "Pat, clear the
dishes for Cynthia to wash." "Yes, mom," we replied in unison, as we had
together for a few years ... it always cracked us up. After the giggles
subsided, we cleaned up and Cynthia said, "those blue tennis shoes you
have will look perfect with this outfit. And I'll loan you some cute
socks. If you're going to wear my dress, you're going to look good in
it." Back in our bedroom, Cynthia took a pair of white ankle socks with
ruffles out of her drawer. "These are kind of girly," I said, and of
course she replied, "Duh! you don't want to look like a boy when you're
wearing my dress! Now it's your dress." I knew better to argue, and put
them on, followed by the sneakers she had suggested. "Yes, that works!
Very nice."
I assumed we were ready to go, but Cyn had more in mind. "Your hair is
cute," (indeed, it was close to shoulder length), "so we can have fun
with it." She placed two butterfly-shaped clips in my hair to pull it
back slightly and gave it a brush, then nodded. Next, she said, "And
here's a purse for you to carry. You can put your wallet, keys and phone
in it, since there aren't any pockets in your dress." She grabbed them
from our bedroom table and placed the inside the little blue shoulder
purse, which she placed over my head, tousling my hair again in the
process. Next, she fastened a charm bracelet around my wrist. "You need
some jewelry, too."
"Mom, take a look!" Cynthia yelled as she led me into the bathroom.
"Goodness, that is a pretty sight!" mom exclaimed after she walked in.
"Nobody will think he's a boy ... or she's a boy?" Cynthia laughed.
"That's no boy, it's my long-list sister Patricia!" "Mom! Is this
necessary?" I blurted. "Well, sweetie, I believe you're the one who got
your last pair of jeans covered with mud, so for today, it will be
appropriate for us to refer to you as a girl, Patricia, since that's how
you look right now," mom said sternly, then more gently, "And quite good,
don't worry, it will be fine." "OK, sorry, I know I messed up," I said,
"I'm fine for today." Mom hugged me and said, "And you look wonderful."
Of course, my sister seemed to enjoy making a bit of mischief and asked,
"Can Patricia wear a bit of makeup, mom? To make sure she looks really
good? My little sis should look her best." I could see through her eyes
that she was silently laughing out loud. "You're always pestering me
about wearing makeup, and I'm wearing some today." "Yes, sweetie, and it
looks great on you," mom replied to my sister, "certainly yes, Pat ... -
ricia" (she caught herself) "should definitely join you." So I sat for
another 15 minutes while Mom painted my eyes, cheeks, and lips, while Cyn
offered occasional suggestions and plenty of flattering statements. "You
really do look like my little sister now, Trisha, I love it!"
By then, we were running behind our planned departure, but not that
badly. Mom hustled us out the door. Since it was the middle of summer, I
had no need for a jacket, and wearing a dress that bared my legs felt
very comfortable. But I was still (self-) conscious of it every moment,
especially with a purse, makeup and jewelry. Mom's car had died a few
months ago, and she wasn't able to get a new one yet, so we took the bus,
as usual. Well, wearing a dress on the bus wasn't usual, but nobody
seemed to be staring at me, so I mostly just looked down at the striped
skirt and ruffled socks. Mom did whisper a reminder to me to keep my legs
together, but I could figure that out easily enough. Fortunately, the bus
went directly to the mall where (of course) we would check out the
discount store(s).
It was a bit breezy as we walked across the parking lot, and there were
moments where I had to hold my dress down. Cyn, who was wearing capri
pants and a camisole, with ballet flats, grinned at me each time. Mom, in
her cute pattern top, black jeggings, and kitten-heel sandals, seemed not
to notice until we got to the mall entrance and she said, "Excellent
decorum, Patricia, with taking care of your skirt in the wind," giving my
hand a squeeze. Once we were inside, Cynthia got into conference mode
with mom, "I definitely need a bra fitting now, all mine are getting too
small. And new leggings. And at least a couple tops. Is that do-able?"
Mom sighed. "That's quite a bit to ask, but it's understandable. Wish it
wasn't so close to end of the month." "I'm sorry, mom, too bad that, uh,
Trish, gets left out." "I'm sorry, Cynthia, wish I could afford more for
you."
For some time, I had to watch mom and Cyn go through racks of bras, both
being very picky. Finally, they went into a dressing room with a stack of
them, while I sat outside, remembering to keep my legs crossed while
seated, and wishing I might have been invisible. But it couldn't have
been more than five minutes when one woman entering the dressing rooms
said, "My, that's a cute dress. Aren't you trying on anything here?" I
meekly explained, "I'm waiting while my mom and sister are trying on
bras. For my big sister, that is." "I see, lucky her! While you're
waiting, you should visit the cosmetics counter," which she immediately
pointed to, and continued, "they have some nice perfume samples today,
and this place is usually stingy about samples." She tentatively moveed
her wrist towards me, and I could smell the scent. "It's pretty," I said.
"Go try some," she encouraged, "especially since you're looking so
pretty." I couldn't believe she meant that, but I thanked her, and
perhaps on a whim, did slowly walk to the counter.
Sure enough, there were a couple bottles of perfume prominently
displayed, and the clerk asked, "May I help you, young lady? Would you
like a sample?" I nodded. "You look like a 'Classic Ros?' sort of girl,
that's a classic dress you're wearing." Again, I nodded, and allowed her
to spritz the scent on my wrist and neck. I inhaled and said, "That's
nice." At that point, I could see mom and sis coming out of the dressing
rooms, so I quickly excused myself and walked back over to them. "First
part of mission accomplished, Tricia!" said Cyn, and then whispered,
"Lucky you don't have to grow boobs, what an annoyance!" I laughed to
myself, and I could tell she noticed. "But seriously," she spoke out
loud, "I still need to get tops and leggings and maybe shoes, but that
won't take as long. Ooh, you smell pretty, doesn't she, mom?" I blushed
as mom said, "Yes, you do, Patricia."
As she predicted, the rest of Cynthia's shopping didn't take too long,
although she complained about having to buy larger sizes. Mom made her
wait on new shoes until next month, but offered to buy a dress, which Cyn
declined. Instead, she said, "Since this shopping has been all about me,
let's give Tricia a chance to try on something, even though you can't
afford it. Just for fun?" "I don't see why not," mom said. I was
completely clueless as to how to react, but both were soon browsing the
girls' dress rack, and in a few minutes, they had accumulated a few
items. As they led me to the dressing room entrance, we passed the woman
who had spoken to me earlier. "Did you get a perfume sample?" she asked.
I nodded and smiled. "Are you about to try something on?" "She sure is,"
said Cyn before I could think of an answer, and proudly held up the
dresses she and mom and selected. "Those are all gorgeous. Perhaps I can
stay a few extra minutes and see you model them?" Again, before my brain
could operate, mom said, "Of course, she'd love that, wouldn't you,
sweetie?" And again, I could only nod.
All four dresses that mom and Cyn had picked out were far more overtly
feminine than the one I was wearing. The first one I pulled on was quite
short, with a wide skirt, lovely geometric floral pattern, bell sleeves,
and subtle lace trim. Next was a pink maxi dress with skinny straps and a
hippie batik/tie-dye pattern; I had to remove my t-shirt for that one.
Our new friend seemed to have vanished at that point, but she quickly
returned with a standard shoe size ruler. "Those dresses deserve cuter
shoes than those sneakers! Let me get your measurement and find something
for you to try." Once it was determined my shoes were size 7.5 (that
didn't sound like the size I wore, but of course that was women's size
... I was young, then!). Next was a short, strappy, white satin dress
with a halter top and very puffy skirt. I had to admit that it felt quite
delightful ... what was I thinking? Mom and Cyn oohed and ahhed at that
one, just as our friend showed up with a pair of white sandals with
little wedge heels and delicate ankle straps.
After fastening the straps, I stood up too quickly, and nearly tripped as
I experienced wearing (not that) high heels for the first time. Mom and
Cynthia both grabbed and steadied me, helping me to stand in front of the
mirror. Mom was clearly impressed. "Wow! Those shoes make the outfit.
Thank you, miss ... ?" "Overfield, Helen Overfield. And you?" "Annie
Mooreson. Pleased to meet you." They shook hands, and mom continued, "My
- daughters are Cynthia and, uh, Patricia. Oh, it looks like Tricia has
one more dress to try, we don't have all day!" I returned to the dressing
room to change into the fourth dress, very careful about walking in the
sandals.
The last dress was ruffled from top to bottom, with sequins and a really
pretty print. Once again, it met the approval of mom, Cyn, and miss
Helen." Again, I couldn't believe now nice it felt to wear. But that was
all, and I had to change back into Cynthia's dress and my tennis shoes
(and her socks). I heard miss Overfield mentioning to mother that she was
a part-time tutor and passed on her business card. Of course, I knew mom
could not afford anything like that. But it was starting to feel natural
when she told her that she had two very lovely daughters, and that the
younger one was quite the little model.
We then made our way out, after paying for Cynthia's purchases. Next stop
was the nearby supermarket, where we stocked up for the next week. Mom
had taught both me and Cyn how to cook, so we always ate well, even if we
could only rarely splurge on something fancy. No such splurge this week.
We split up to make the trip shorter, so I was assigned the dry (or
canned/jarred) goods. I realized how much easier it was to walk in
sneakers, than in those wedges I had tried on, but I had enjoyed the
feeling. Once I had the items I needed, I turned to try to find mom and
Cyn, but I once again had to interact with someone. She was an older
woman wearing an off-shoulder top, striped, like mine, and thin black
pants ... with a beret she would have been 100% French-looking. All she
said was, "A classic dress, dear!" and we walked in opposite directions
down the aisle.
Riding back on the bus was quiet, we were probably all tired from
carrying groceries and Cynthia's new clothes. But once we finally got
home and walked up the stairs to the apartment, we all three managed to
collapse for a moment on the sofa, and feel the relief. But in a minute,
mom was back in form. "OK, you kids - you girls, put away the groceries!"
"Aw, mom," Cyn immediately complained. Mom pushed us both up off the sofa
and said, "You young ladies get to work. I'll come help make dinner in a
few minutes." We both knew not to argue with that tone.
After we put all the food away, sis and I started on dinner, chopping up
veggies for a stiry fry, and steaming rice. Mom was thrilled that dinner
was almost ready when she came in. Of course, she had a few ideas for
additional spices. But Cyn did most of the work (I just did what she told
me). When we sat down and started eating, mom told us (not to our
surprise) she was going out tonight. We could stream a movie, and there
was microwave popcorn and ice cream. She only did sometimes, usually near
the end of the month, but it was no surprise that after dinner, she was
wearing a tight lbd and stiletto sandals, carrying a sequined clutch.
Before she left, she asked, "Did you have fun today, girls - kids?" Cyn
laughed her classic laugh and said, "Trish and I were both girls today."
Mom said, "Yes, thank you Pat, your willingness made the day go much
easier." We hugged as I said, "Thanks, mom!" Cynthia joined in, "Thanks
mom and sis!"
After mom walked out the door, I looked quizically at Cynthia and said,
"I'm not your sister, I'm your brother." "Not today, little sister.
C'mon, don't be difficult, we have to do the dishes and then we can watch
a movie." Well, the dishes had to be done, so I helped my sister at the
sink. She said, "Sorry if I'm being annoying to you. You've been a great
little brother, but it was really fun to have you as a little sister
today. You took a bit off of the needling mom sometimes gives me. She was
thrilled to see you looking so pretty trying on those dresses." "Yeah," I
replied, "Hope she's OK tomorrow, sometimes she's pretty bad in the
morning." "Oh yes," Cyn said knowingly. "We do have eggs and bacon for
tomorrow, I'll make that and the coffee, you can bring her breakfast in
bed." It was a relief to be finished with dinner dishes.
Cynthia picked out a movie and said, "OK, let's get ready." We hadn't
really done much for years (the occasional "big" commercial film), but at
younger ages, we watched kids movies together in our pajamas. This time,
the film was going to be a high-school supernatural thriller ... her
pajamas this time were her typical crop top and shorts summer wear, but
she insisted I was going to remain her sister for the evening, and gave
me a nightie set which had given to her by our somewhat eccentric aunt
Moria - a yellow satin babydoll with matching panties. The movie was fun,
we had popcorn at the mid-way point, and ice cream at the end. She
encouraged me to talk about the fashions and the personalities of both
the good girls and the bad girls. Afterwards, Cyn gave me a hug and said,
"This is the most fun I've had with you in a long time ... Tricia!" I
said, "Thanks, sis!" as I hugged back. But I was so confused, the satin
outfit felt so wonderful, and I had enjoyed the day. Exhausted, I didn't
realize that Cyn tucked me into her bed that night, and she slept in
mine.
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