What do you look like
What do you look like? "Oh my god! What do you look like?" I span round and saw my sister, stood in the doorway of my bedroom with her hands clasped to her face and a big delighted smile on her face. A big delighted smile that turned into a frown. "Is that my dress you're wearing?" It was her dress I was wearing. This would have been fine if I were her sister. But I wasn't. I was her brother. I scrambled for words as her frown deepened. "Lisa, I can explain. I..." She...