I awoke to a rather annoying foot in my face, since I am not that flexible, and my nail polish is pink, not blue, my first thought was viola. My eyes followed the foot back to the snoring base, and proved my deduction correct. Slowly and carefully slipping though the tanglement of my sister, I headed toward the bathroom.

Groggily reliving my bladder, I noticed the ball of hair on the counter, and screamed as it started to vibrate. Oh, don't I feel retarded; my cell phone was left under my wig. That was my alarm from a text. Reaching out to check, suddenly the door flies open.

"What's going on? I head screaming?" viola asks worriedly, before her look turns to that of one more horrified than scared "EWWWW COVER UP! I don't want to see that!"

Sure enough, little buddy was hanging out in all his naked glory. "Hey, not my fault, most people don't worry about being naked when they are in the bathroom, yet taking a piss"

She just blushes and turns to walk away "whatever, I'm heating up some pizza" then as if remembering a fact, stops mid-stride "you know, the pizza that was delivered by the really hot guy, when you were dressed as a girl?" damn her! Now she was laughing as she walked.

After finishing up, I joined viola in the kitchen for some reheated pizza. Shortly before I finished, she left and came back with all the things that made up my disguise. She started with the nail polish on my hand not holding pizza. Next viola made me wash my other hand, and she did the nails of that one too.

I walked into the other room and slipped the dress on, trying not to disturb my newly polished nails. Today's was a pink frilly concoction. It ended right on the line below my knees, with a thin half inch or ruffles. It had short sleeves, and a medium neck line, far enough to show off my neck, and not show my fake boobs.

Viola came in with my wig, and firmly attached it to my head with lots of pins. Lastly, she applied a thin layer or make-up, mostly just blush and eye shadow. She handed my lip gloss and told me to apply whenever I felt it needed. I was done. For today.

Beeeep, flash, click. I opened my eyes and turned suddenly, making me dizzy. Viola was standing to my side with a camera, and a smirk.

"I sure as hell hope that that is for the bet, as proof." I glared evilly at my sister.

"oh, its for proof. But, I am saving the photos for the bet for when you are out in public." she then grinned, in a way that would scare the chesteshire cat.

*AN

Luckily, I am a taller guy, making me a very tall woman. This means I don't have to wear heals, just flowery sandals. I slipped into the sandals that could only be described as either bubble gum, or Pepto-Bismol pink. Standing in front of the full length mirror in front of the door, most would see a cute, tall, slim girl in a dress. I saw the most awkward looking guy in drag, looking like he was going to a breast cancer fundraiser with all the pink on.

"Viola, why am I in so much pink? Cant I wear I light blue or something?" I whined at my sister, as she packed my things into a pink purse.

"Well, this will make you look more like a girl; tomorrow you can wear a less frilly outfit when people think you are a girl more." She slung the purse over my shoulder, ignoring my protest and heading toward the door.

We started our 'girls day out' with the coffee shop, where me got out breakfast. And I had to avoid the flirtatious stared of a couple guys. why are the guys that want me always so creepy? Like, really, whoever came up with the expression 'all the good guys are either gay or taken' was wrong. well, then again, I am dressed as a girl right now… maybe that has some affect on it. Even though I have never had a hot guy hit on me when I look like a guy either. The waiter was hot, but of course, wearing a promise ring of some sort.

Viola reached across the table and accidentally dropped a couple napkins on the floor as a guy was about o walk by, I reached to pick them up and my hand collided with that of the guy viola practically threw the napkins at. Raising my head while apologizing, my head smacked into his with a loud thud. Both of us fell backwards holding our heads and apologizing to each other the whole time. Just as I was thinking this could get no worse, I looked up to find duke, the guy that delivered the pizza last night! He looked up and immediately smiled as he saw me. "Hey, haven't I seen you before?" all I could do was blush and try to look away as I took the napkins he offered over to me.

"no, you must be mistaken. I am new here." He offered me his hand and I took it as he pulled my up into a standing position. I immediately dropped it afterward, and took a step back to sit at the table. "sorry. And thank you." I said as a gestured toward the napkins I placed in their original spot on the table.

H leaned across the table, being polite and acknowledging viola as well. "Well, if you need any help here, I'm your man" insert seductive and adorable wink "my name is duke by the way."

"Viola, and my sister here is-"

Not wanting viola to be the one to decide my name, I quickly interrupted "sandy, nice to meet you." He smiled at us again.

"Well, have a good day ladies, maybe I will see you in some classes" he walked out the door smirking the whole way. I sure as hell hope he is not smart enough o pick up my secret.

Sorry this chapter was short, and took WAAAAY to long to write, but I was a bit troubled. First of all, I was at my grandma's house, where internet does not exist. Second, normally my brother would help me, where he was not at grandmas with me. I got so lonely D; and of course, grandma was hovering over me the whole time. I cant write with hover-ers!

And lastly, I ran out of medication, so the disassociated identity Disorder thing was going insane, and I was freaking out at everything. Including my laptop. At the AN, I had sudden headache like someone smacked my forehead with a sludge hammer… I was almost screaming and had bit my lip so hard it was bleeding. My twin brother had to rescue my laptop from my wrath… I am sorry! I will try to update faster next time. Fan art motivates me a lot, and so do reviews. Or you could read my other fics while you wait. love, the sibley.