You sat up, and saw your fourteen year sister, Kelly standing in the door.
"Mum said that you may like to go to the mall," she said, trying to play it cool, and join along in the ride but you could tell she wanted to go, "Could I join you?"
"I'm not sure if I'm going," you sighed feeling a little self-conscious.
She walked over, "Pleases," she begged, widening her eyes.
As much as she could be a nuisance, "Alright, get ready," you said, hoisting your self to your platform supported feet.
Reaching over to your bed side cabinet, but, you couldn't feel any keys.
You began tearing up your room, looking for them, under your pillows, on the floor, under the bed though the drawers.
Sitting back, "Eww," you say, finding something you preferred not too in your underwear draw, "I may not want my clothes back," you say kicking it shut.
"I've looked around here, maybe there downstairs," you say to yourself, going down the stairs, as you continued looking. You still couldn't find them.
Your sister was in the room, "What are you looking for?"
"My keys," you say, dropping a sofa cushion. She walked into the kitchen, her short heel shoes made a gentle clack sound. She reached into a small, shallow dish on the kitchen counter, and pulled out key.
"Here they are John," she says, while handing them to you, "And that is why we put them there. So you can find them again."
She looked up to your face, "Are you going out like that?"
"What do you mean," you asked, feeling confused. "Come here," she said, taking your hand, and took you to your room.
She sat you down on the bed.
"Sit still," she said, opening one of your drawers, and pulling out a make up box.
You cringe, "Come John, I know you want to look your best," she said, and she started to apply it.
"Why are you doing this?" You asked.
She raised a free hand to her lips, "Shh, I'm concentrating," she hissed, "And you always put on too much," she said as if this was perfectly normal.
You had given up, and decided to roll with the strange changes, and let her finish.
"There, all done," she said, stepping back.
With her out of the way, you stood up, "Let's go then," You say going down stairs, and stepping out the front door.
"Going to the mall with Kelly, so you in a little while," you called.
"Have a good time," she called back, as you got into your car.
Kelly walked out too, "See you later, Mum," she waved, walking up to the car.
You turned to her, "What took you so long?"
"Getting a few things you forgot," she said handing you a couple things.
First, was a jacket, it was thin and black, and you put it on the back seat.
Second was a purse, a pink purse that slung over your shoulder, opening it, inside you saw your wallet, a phone and some make-up, along side some perfume. You slipped it down by your seat.
"Ready to go?" You asked, adjusting the mirrors, noticing the furry dice.
"I should be asking you that," she says, and you put the key in the ignition, and turned on the engine.
The car stirred to life, you turned to see Kelly, who was looking at how you were operating the car, shifting the gear, you placed you platform on the gas pedal, setting off.
"Don't forget to flick your indicator stick upwards," she says, as the same time as you doing that. You just forgot about that, and set off.
Making your turn, it was a gentle drive out of town, with Kelly giving directions all the way though.
"Why do you keep giving me directions?" you asked her, feeling a little irritated, when you stopped at a traffic light.
"Because you always forget the way to get there," she says, "Green light."
She had pointed this out, while were acting to this, and were alright moving.
A little later, you came up to a junction, "It's clear, John," she told you, after you had already looked around and were preparing to go again.
Thankfully, the mall wasn't to far away, and you arrive there, quite annoyed by her directions.
You got out of the car, after she provided a lot of help, whether you needed it or not, while parking.
Kelly also stepped out, throwing you your jacket.
"At least it will cover this tank top," You thought to your self, as she walked around and handed you your purse, "But it won't help this."
"Follow me," she says, as she walks in, pulling you by your hand. It wasn't long before you go to your first shop. Kelly dragged you into a shoe shop.
"At least I can change out of these," You thought as you looked at your current footwear.
You walked over to the men's footwear, "No, John," Kelly says, as if speaking to a child, "Your shoes are over here," she said pulling you to another rack. All were woman's shoes, and from what you could tell, they were around your size.
You randomly picked up a pair of hi-heels, which were open topped. "So you like those John, why don't you try them on," she said sitting you down on the seat.
"Why I'm a picking these shoes?" You asked her.
She turned to you, "I don't know, you just picked them up, I guess you liked them."
"No, I mean from this part of the shop?" You specified.
"You always have, when we come shopping, you come here. And they kind of suit you."
You shook you head, taking off your platforms, allowing you to see your bare feet, you had noticed the yellow nail polish before, but not you could see toe rings on several toes.
You brushed that aside, and slipped your feet into the heels. And stood up in the them, and you didn't feel strange, you kind of liked it, and you were very capable of standing in them. You took a few steps, you hips accidental swinging a little.
"I see you like those ones, you should get them."
You sighed, and looked around, you were standing in heels, baggy trousers, a tank top and a feminine jacket, yet, no one commented on it at all.
You took of the heels but before you could put the others on, you were handed another pair. They looked like trainers, but had a sole as thick as the shoes you brought.
"I think you'll like these," she said sitting next to you.
"I think I have enough shoes," you said putting them on a self.
"That's not like you, normally your trying to get all the shoes you can. But okay if you don't want to, you don't have to."
"That's a bit of a relief," You thought, putting the platform sandals on again.
Your sister picked up the heels, along with a pair she had chosen, "Lets go to the check out."
You didn't intend to buy them, but you didn't want to argue with what you are like or were like.
After paying for the pairs or shoes, and slung the bag over your back, you left.
"Where now?" she asked.
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