This choice: "What idea Julie? I though we were starting tomorrow." • Go Back... "What idea Julie?" Quinton asked, starting to find it easier to speak like his oldest sister. "I though we were starting tomorrow."
"That's right, sis!" Clarissa said, speaking in a cheery tone that was quite uncharacteristic for her but quite normal for Julie. It was remarkable how good her impression was. She winked at her brother, then said, "Now we'd better put our own clothes on before Clarissa and Quinton show up."
"Right," Quinton nodded. "I need to look hot!"
Over the next few minutes, the two siblings changed into their rolls. Clarissa took the bathroom while Quinton used the bedroom, and they stripped out of the outfits they had been wearing. They then changed into clothes they had picked out from their sisters' luggage. Clarissa managed to squeeze herself into a pair of Julie's shorts, colored pink, and a yellow girl's cut t-shirt, which fit surprisingly well other than the fact that it showed a slight bit of midriff because she was taller than her little sister. She even managed to fit in Julie's underwear without being too uncomfortable Quinton had a bit of an easier time since Vanessa was taller than him and full-figured in certain places that allowed her clothes to not fit as snug on him. He felt a little silly as he slipped on Vanessa's thong panties and put on her useless bra, but he was committed to the plan. Over his sister's underwear he put on a light blue crop top and a short pink skirt. Vanessa's restrictive underwear felt a bit odd constricting his junk and riding up his butt crack, but her clothes were surprisingly comfortable.
"How do I look?" Clarissa asked as she exited the bathroom.
"I can't believe those clothes fit you," Quinton said.
"Julie's clothes are a bit tight but it's not too bad," Clarissa said. "And you don't look half bad in Vanessa's to be honest."
"Uh, thanks, I guess," Quinton laughed.
"Anyway, Vanessa, let's make sure we stay in character when our siblings show up since that will really annoy them."
"In character?" Quinton asked, innocently fluttering his eyelashes like Vanessa might. "I don't know what you're talking about, Julie."
Clarissa flashed a grin. "Good."
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"Ugh, so drab," Vanessa groaned as she held up one of Clarissa's black tops up. As she and Julie waited on their siblings to react to their first prank, the two of them were going through their luggage to see if there were more prank opportunities to be found. "But at least it's better than what our brother wears," she said, tossing the top onto the bed.
"Boy clothes do look like they're comfortable, though," Julie said, holding up one of Quinton's t-shirts before tossing it aside. "Okay, what's taking them so long?"
"I don't know," Vanessa said. "I would've thought those weirdos would have reacted by now."
"Maybe we should go check?" Julie suggested.
Vanessa nodded. "Good idea."
A moment later, the pair exited their siblings' hotel room and crossed the hall to their own, which they had given Clarissa and Quinton the keys too. Vanessa knocked on the door and it soon opened to a surprising sight.
"What the heck are you wearing?!" Julie blurted out in surprise seeing Clarissa squeezed into her clothes answering the door. Seeing Quinton behind her wearing Vanessa's was even more shocking.
"What do you mean, Clarissa?" Clarissa asked, mimicking her voice. "What are you doing wearing my clothes, you weirdo?"
"But I'm not--" Julie said, taken aback.
"Oh my God, what are you doing in my clothes, you freak!" Vanessa shouted at Quinton as she brushed off the initial surprise.
"Your clothes?" Quinton mimicked Vanessa's voice. "These are mine, Quinton! Those are mine! Take them off before you ruin them!" He shouted they way he thought his sister might react if she caught him in her clothes under normal circumstances.
"Oh my God!" Vanessa whined. "Cut it out!"
"Oh my God! Cut it out!" Quinton repeated back to her.
"This is so uncool!" she snapped back before storming out of the room, taking Julie with her.
Vanessa immediately marched across the hall to room 10 where their mother was staying and knocked on the door. "MOM! Clarissa and Quinton are being weird and wearing our clothes!" she shouted through the door.
"I told you not to drag me into your pranks," Jennifer called back, likely not having heard clearly. "This is my time to relax so you kids need to resolve whatever the problem is amongst yourselves."
"Now what do we do?" Julie asked, looking to her older sister.
Vanessa's annoyed expression turned to one of determination. "We'll just have to beat them at their own game."
---
"We really got them good, huh?" Clarissa said to her brother in her normal voice now that their siblings had gone. "I haven't seen Vanessa that made in a long time."
"Yeah, we sure did," Quinton said. "It was almost too easy-- oh, shit. They must be back," he then said as there was another knock on the door.
Clarissa opened it and Vanessa and Julie barged in.
"Come to give me my clothes back, you perv?" Quinton taunted his older sister.
"Yeah, you two need to give us those clothes back and take your dumb clothes with you," Clarissa said, pointing to the outfits she and her brother had taken off.
"We'll play your dumb game," Vanessa announced. "Forget the prank war. If you think you can be us, then we'll be you. Whoever breaks first loses."
"You're on," Clarissa said, breaking character for just a second. Then, turning to Quinton, "Give them their clothes, Vanessa."
Quinton nodded, then grabbed the two sets of clothes from the bed. "Here you go, Quinton," he said, holding his original clothes up to his oldest sister.
"Thanks, but I'm Clarissa, bitch," Vanessa said in a brooding tone more suited to her middle sister before grabbing Clarissa's clothes instead.
"Yeah, and I'm Quinton," Julie said, doing her best to make her voice sound deeper as she walked over to grab her brother's clothes.
The two then disappeared into the bathroom to change. A few minutes, the pair reemerged wearing the outfits their siblings had worn to the hotel. Vanessa had no real trouble fitting into Clarissa's black tank top, dark grey denim shorts, and black combat boots as the two were not that different in size. Quinton's clothes were slightly big on Julie, but she still fit okay into his dark blue t-shirt, cargo shorts, and sneakers. Meanwhile, Clarissa managed to fit into the pink flip-flops Julie had taken off, and Quinton had slipped on Vanessa's wedge heel sandals.
After laying a few ground rules, the two pairs parted ways again. Until one side broke, they were now essentially each other. They had to wear each other's clothes, talk like each other, act like each other in every way. If anyone broke character too many times, that would be considered a loss as well. It was going to be a tough few weeks, but none of them wanted to lose.
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