As Dollface stomped out her boots on the mat, Regina came to nag her.

"You're not wearing those into the house." She said, British accent on point and sharp.

"Yeah, I am."

Regina blocked Dollface. "No, you aren't."

Dollface gared, "Try me, bitch."

Regina gasped, not used to people saying what they thought of her as Dollface pushed past.

"Leave the shoes outside." Regina said, pointing at Muriel's boots outside the screen door.

"Eat my shorts."

"You wish." Regina said, "You're positively disgusting."

Dollface grinned, knowing that was what annoyed Regina most, "Yeah, I am!"

"Have you even heard of cold cream?"

"No, I use Dove fer m'makeup." Dollface said, ambling to her room to change out of her stained green shirt. "Smells better, too."

Regina huffed, grabbing Dollface before she could get her shower caddy and get cleaned up.

"Th'Hell are ya doin' Reggie?"

"I'm going to get you clean."

"I only have th'afternoon off, I ain't gettin' roped into a spa day. I got shit t'do today." Dollface said, "Have ya forgotten? Y'all still gotta get into yer costume fer t'night too."

"An afternoon is all I need." Regina said, ignoring the skimpy Balloon By themed waitress uniform hanging in the shared closet, "And don't even try calling me 'Reggie'."

Dollface grumbled as Regina tossed a fluffy white bathrobe at her, "Now, change into your swimsuit and that robe and we'll get started."

Regina found Dollface in the bathroom in a string bikini, something Regina never would have guessed of her white-trash sibling, pulling on the robe with a scowl.

"You're so…. Pale."

"I hate showin' skin."

"Can you even… Swim?"

"I hate pools an'lakes r'gross." Dollface crossed her arms over her pasty white stomach, looking especially naked in something other than button-ups and halters.

Regina rolled her eyes and pulled out a red and white box, believing that her leisurely swims in heated pools was theheight of luxury. "Have you ever used an Epilady?"

"What?" Dollface asked, "Is that a sex thing, 'cuz I'm really not into tha-"

"It's a hair remover."

"I use Nair."

"Not recently," Regina said, looking her sister over.

She needed volumizing shampoo, a good eyebrow plucking, and maybe some self-tanner just so the rest of her body would match her arms, face, neck and hands.

Her hair was overly fluffy after a weekly (EW!) shower but lacked body the next one, and while it had a good bounce and shine, was flat and downy. She could also tell that Dollface wasn't using a blonde treatment, which made her hair look brassy.

"I'm surprised you don't look like three miles of bad road," Regina said, stealing a phrase from the locals, "Most of your friends are indistinguishable from the food they serve."

"Are ya kiddin' me?" Dollface snarled, "If it weren't fer ya fancy money, you'd look like th'rest o'us!"

Regina waved a hand, "Tie my hair back for me and I'll get you cleaned up for tonight."

…..

Regina, several hours later, plugged in her hair dryer after spritzing Dollface with hairsprayand began setting the curls before taking them out. Even if the Clairol Benders had been in Dollface's hair all afternoon after using just about every product in the house, Regina liked being thorough.

Dollface had fought the dead sea clay mask, which annoyed Regina.

Regin unbent the rollers and released Dollface's hair.

She took her metal pick and began relaxing and styling the hair.

"Perfect."

Dollface looked at Regina, freshly plucked eyebrows raised.

Regina decided Dollface cleaned up nicely. Shape her eyebrows, style her hair, do whatever was neglected, and Dollface would fit her name a little more.

"Aw shit, I have less than an hour now!" Dollface stood, just as Regina was parting Dollface's hair, "Ya said it wouldn't take this long!"

"Calm down, it's not like you're unprepared," Regina said, pushing Dollface back down. "I've already done your makeup and God knows what I had to do with your hair."

"Don't touch me!" Dollface shook off Regina's forceful hands and went to the bathroom mirror.

"I look like a dandelion!"

"It's cute." Regina said, "And you're clearly not used to looking presentable. Now I need you to at least try on the outfit I found in my wardrobe for you."

Dollface leaned against the sink, catching her breath. "Okay, I can deal with this."

"I think it's a nice change." Regina said from the hallway.

The tacky ring in her ear was covered. Dollface tucked her hair behind her ear, frowning when Regina tried to adjust her handywork.

Dollface slapped the hand away and hurried to her room, not a word sullenly spoken to Regina.

Regina pouted by the bedroom door, and waited for Dollface to come out. Upon seeing her, she felt a strange sense of pride.

The hair, the makeup, the tight pencil skirt paired with a brown corduroy vest, the shoes!

She'd made it work, even convincing tasteless Dollface to wobble around in shiny stilettos.

Dollface wobbled as she attempted to adjust her lace leg warmers.

"Stop! Stop, you'll only make it worse!" Regina smacked her unfashionable sister's fumbling hands away from her feet, "Let me fix your tie."

Dollface reared back as Regina grasped the black silk tie and properly tied it, "Much better. I think you and your managers would prefer this over that flimsy thing."

Dollface awkwardly stroked the vest into place, not used to her chest being as compressed and prominent as it was now. Her waistline? Yes, but her full shape, as skinny and laughable as it was?

Absolutely not!

"Hurry up an'get into yours."

"Waitwut?" Regina's eye twitched as Dollface smugly smirked at her.

"It's yer paycheck, dude." She chuckled as Regina turned red and eased her way into the small shared room.

She held up the hand-made shirt, suspenders dangling, "Do I really have t-"

"Ya don't have an excuse anymore." Dollface leaned in the doorway.

Regina turned an angry shade of red and muttered, 'Close the damn door', already pulling down her skirt.

Her men's dress shirt flipped up, just momentarily.

"A thong?"

"I said close the God-Damn door!"

"A thong?" Dollface repeated, incredulous, "I knew yer PJ's were a bit mature, but a thong?"

"I pride myself in not having pantylines, like you, dammit!" Regina growled, pulling her shirt down. She'd never felt unconscious about it, in fact, proud, but now she was turning red and more miserable than usual, "I've never watched you, have I?"

"We didn't even know we were sisters 'till last week."

Regina groped around the bed and found one of Dollface's combat boots. She threw it, best as she could as Dollface slammed the door shut, cackling.

Eventually, she emerged, bright red and dressed as a striped clown.

Dollface snickered, "We all float down here."

"Shut up." Regina minced past in glitter Mary-Janes, pillbox propeller hat whirling lamely on her head.

She clicked her heels, turning to look at her twin, "Aren't you coming?"

Dollface let out another mean snicker, speeding past so she could hide her grin. "Yer ridin' with me again?"

"Oh, Heaven's no." Regina said, watching from the screen door where Dollface retrieved her bike from under the porch, "Not on that death trip, you'll be the death of me."

"Suit yersel'." Dollface shrugged, struggling to get on due to how tight her borrowed skirt was. She tugged it down, much to Regina's annoyance.

"Hey! Not that!" She barked.

"What?!"

Regina crossed her arms, "You'll ruin it. It's real wool, not that spandex garbage you're used to."

"Ya wear Spandex too."

Regina turned red again.

"I do th'laundry too, remember?"

Regina turned away, still unsure of how to use the machines that ate her nice socks.

"Thanks fer makin' me late again, bitch." Dollface turned her bike onto the driveway.

"Have fun!" Regina quietly snarked as Dollface took off on her bike, glad to have made a mark of some kind on Dollface's appearance. Gramma could clean up the mess while they were at Freddy's.

Regina pulled out the pen she'd made and considered it. She leaned against the doorway and genuinely looked forward to dinner with family.

And then remembered that she was also late for work.