Close Shave

If only it was that simple beside I didn't believe her. I knew I was guilty. I loved wearing her dress and lingerie. I'd wear them everyday if I could. I had to think fast and cut a deal.

'If you please, Sharon,' I said, my voice little more than a whisper, 'I think I have a better idea.'

Sharon glowered at me. She didn't like her plans questioned and I wasn't in a strong position to bargain with her.

'Well not better, as such.' I said, backtracking. 'But an alternative that you might like to consider.'

'Go on,' said Sharon checking her own make-up in the rear-view mirror

'You want a bigger wardrobe, yes?'

She nods and rubs her hands together thoughtfully. 'Full of the current fashions and top designer labels. And you said so yourself we have a similar figure. Well this could work to your advantage.

'I'll play your game and plead guilty.'

Guilty she interjects.'

'Yes guilty. I like wearing ladies clothes. I'm, if you must pigeon hole me a sissy.'

A smile spreads across her face. 'I knew it,' she said gleefully. 'Can I tape a confession?' From out of nowhere she thrusts a pocket tape recorder under my nose. 'This is Sharon, the time is 2.45pm and I'm interviewing my brother over the ledged sissy incidence.' She suddenly looks serious. 'Lets cut to the chase. Do you like wearing dresses? Are you a sissy?'

I heard the words come out my mouth - words I'd always longed to say, but never dared to imagine that I ever would. 'Y, Y, Yes.'

'Excellent Exhibit G - a taped confession. '

'N, N, No,' I stammer.

'To late ... now what where you telling me?'

I clear my throat and try to regain my composure. 'Why don't we pool our resources. You help me and I'll help you. Your fashion know how, support and guidance with my money. Would you mind sharing the odd item of clothing?

I smile as sweetly as I can and flutter my eyelids provocatively.

'But -' Sharon began.

'As I see it, the choice is this,' I went on hurriedly. My humiliation and no gain or cooperation and a bigger wardrobe'

Sharon raised an eyebrow. 'So, sweet brother you're not such a dizzy blonde after all.

I lowered my head modestly

I see,' said Sharon. She thoughtfully tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.

The proposal was interesting, very interesting. For so long now she had dreamed of having an extensive wardrobe yet her meagre trainee barristers salary was barely enough to keep her clothed at work and I did earn an extortionate amount of money. Check mate I mused.

'Very well,' she said. 'But I still want some fun. I want you to purchase me a pretty pair of panties... and a matching bra and sheer stockings.' She gave me the post-it-note she'd written on earlier. 'I've made it easy for you and noted your or should I say our sizes. I need some new underwear so why not.'

'OK,' I say.

But then she has a rethink. 'Hold on. I've made it far too easy for you now.' she scratches her chin thoughtfully. 'I therefore want you to really impress me. I would like you to buy me a complete outfit. Something special. Something you could wear as a top secretary or PA in the city. You should know all about that. What does your stuck-up secretary wear? Remember I don't want some cheap chain store crap either. Find me something designer, something chic but do remember I must be able to wear it in court too so it can't be too sexy but on the other hand not too drab,' she giggles, 'I'm sure you'll cope. And if you're your choice please me I'll agree to your idea and I won't tell anyone about your kinky sexual fantasies it will be a deferred sentence.'

'Thank you, thank you,' I said emotion sounding in my voice. You won't regret your decision, Sharon, I give you my word.'

'I hope not, sissy,' came the icy response. 'Indeed, I will go along with your idea but should you let me down, then it shall be you who will live to regret my decision.'

With Sharon's doom laden words echoing round my head, I open the car door and swing my legs out demurely.

'You'll find your credit card in the clutch bag. And if I'm really pleased with your choice you could become my personal shopper.' she giggles. 'I've always fancied one of them. Be careful with the dress you're wearing too. It cost me a fortune and I don't want it ruined. Mess that up and there's no way I'm sharing anything... And...' she paused unsure as if she should proceed. 'I think you should buy us our own apartment. We are both far to old to be living at home with mum and dad. I don't know why we haven't thought of it before.'

'You couldn't afford it.' I say rather smugly.

'Precisely,' she says with an irritated tone, 'but you can. Just imagine in our flat you could wear what ever you want. I can see you now in some of my tiny skirts and sexy long dresses. So while you're in town pop into an estate agents and get a few details on properties in the area. Now hurry up. You must get back before mum and dad return from work or ... Well I needn't go into how difficult you'll find explaining why your wearing my chiffon dress and sexy lingerie.'

I shut the car door and turn towards the high street. I hear the electrical whirl of her window drawing down behind me. 'Remember no funny stuff. Don't forget I have the all the evidence.'

'Evidence,' I say.

'Yes hard evidence including photos, a taped confession and your soiled panties.'

I blush and hope no one has overheard. I turn and walk towards the shops...

How do I get on shopping? What do I buy? What is Sharon's final verdict? Do I make it home in time? Do I buy an apartment and live a double life with my twisted sister? What happens to Sharon's man, Sean? You decide?