"Hell no, I'm never going to wear that torture device!" Setsuna screeched while hiding behind the shoji screen.
"Geez Setsu, it's only a dress," I said impatiently.
"But Nana, just look at it!" she replied.
I looked carefully at it. It was a pale yellow dress with a white collar. It also had a small bow on the front.
"It's not that bad," I tried to say convincingly.
"Look at the bottom," Setsuna said, annoyed.
I look down and screamed. Frills? Why the friggin hell would someone put frills on anything? My twin sister looked at the expression on my face.
"Told ya." she said.
"Shut up Setsu" I said grumpily.
It turned out that Setsuna and I were forced to wear our mom's old high school clothes. And trust me, you never want to even touch her clothes.
"Ugh, Nana, why are mom's old boots so... colorful?" Setsuna whined.
I looked at her shoes. They seemed to be tie-dyed from outside to inside.
"At least your shoes don't have frills on them." I said.
I mean, who the hell would put frills on shoes? I looked so retarded. Too bad I couldn't find any other shoes to fit me. Damn, my tiny feet.