I pick up the phone and answer, "Hello?"
"Hey Lisa, gess what I heard today, so um well," she stammered.
"Sorry Amy I really can't talk right now," I replied.
"Well are you sure? I mean this is really cool and um," she tries.
"No not now I'm at church," I lie.
Normally that wouldn't stop my sister from chatting away with Amy. Many times Amy calls my sister at such times, and when sitting next to her would often be disturbed by her giggling and laughing while trying to keep her voice down. That didn't matter though, because my sister always tends to talk loud on the phone, she thinks it is a lot harder to hear on the other side of the phone, so when she keeps her "voice down" in church, its more like she is normally talking. As a matter a fact just last week she totally blew her cover while talking on the phone, and she pushed the priest a little to far, and he called her up to stage. She was blushing so much that her face was totally red, and while trying to walk gracefully down the steps, she tripped, and fell flat on her bum. The whole church giggled. Once she got up and finished the flight of stairs, she walked up to the priest, still blushing madly. The priest told her to recite a poem from the bible that they had read while she was talking. Now she really didn't know the poem, or even bother to listen to it. Even if she wasn't talking, she would have been looking off to space the whole time. Even not In church, she took astray from poetry. So asking her to recite a poem in church in front of a crowd,( she has terrible stage fright, but that's another story), was like asking a T-Rex to eat plants for a year. It was also like that T-Rex filled the skins with meat so that she didn't have to do so, for my sister was very clever. She could get out of any situation no matter how sticky, for she could find what she was looking for by looking around. That's how she got around in school, and I bet it annoyed the crap out of her teachers. So when asked, she just looked at the passage the priest was on, which so happened to be the right one, and read it out loud. I have to say it is a shame that she don't like poetry, because she has a beautiful voice and don't stammer. Now me and the priest where both displeased, because we where hoping for a show. My sister had a smirk on her face for the rest of the day, but I was sure that I would find a use for this.
Now on the subject of Amy, she was my sisters best friend. She was a month younger than my sister, making her 13,(My sister is 14), but often mistaken for younger, like my sister, because she had the body of a 12 year old. Now don't get me wrong, she is a very cute girl, but she tends to have a younger looking body. If I where 12, which I am not, mentally and in my sisters body, I would think she was a goddess. But she isn't, so oh well. Now my sister is a bit more mature looking, but still young looking. I gess they both take pride in there faces, for they are both insanely pritty, enough to make any boy stair at them for hours on end. Although I am a tad worried for her, because once she blooms, she will ether be a star, or a model. And Amy is not the model type. For she is very bashful, and sweet, and models are not ether. And if you want to talk about honorable, you should see her. Because she NEVER lies, ever. Even if she was put in the church and told to recite a poem, she would tell the whole church that she didn't know it. She is a chatter mouth, because you can not get that girl to stop talking. Even if she runes out of things to say, she will start on a new subject without a pause. In fact, she is worn out by the time she stops, and is panting her life away. Despite that, she has very interesting conversations, for you could easily listen to her for a while, and not even lose interest in what ever subject she was talking in. She just has a way with words.
When they sleep together, and they always sleep on there stomachs and with there face in the pillow, which has bested me on how they breath for a long time, there hair gets tangled up. And with my sisters blond hair and Amy's red hair, both equally long,(about and inch past there shoulder) its looks so funny that normally you couldn't help but chuckle. My mom takes it upon me to untangle there hair, which is no easy job. Thank god they are such heavy sleepers. Sometimes I wonder if the died in there sleep, because you can do anything to them and they will not wake up. You could have a rock concert in there room, and they wouldn't wake up. And I am not exaggerating, for they fell asleep while at a concert, laying on each other. This makes undoing there hair a lot easier, for no matter how much I pull and yank, they wont wake up for anything. Now during school days, this is a rather displeasing quality, for alarm clocks don't work on ether of them. (Yes Amy stays at our house during school days). You have to go to intense measures to wake them up, and keep them up. In fact, I've taken in upon myself to make and use a system. I carry them out like a with one arm under there leg and one under there back. Like you see girls carried in movies. I set them both down on a couch, and in there almost no clothes condition, (a tang top and shorties) they get cold. Then I turn on the TV to some random show, (Like nickolodeon or something like that), and they slowly, after an hour or so, wake up, but they are hardly awake at the time. They sometimes try to talk, but it comes out all muffled and impossible to understand. They can't walk in this state of mind, so I, after laying out there days outfit, underwear included, on the bed, take them back to my sisters room. Where I open the widow to keep it cold in the room, so they stay awake, and turn the lights on, then leave to let them take a shower and put there clothes on.
Amy has here own clothes here, her own tooth brush, her own pillows, her own books, her own belongings. She almost lives here, because some times she stays for days and weeks on end. It is almost like she is a sister, to me and Lisa, and like a daughter to my parents. Lisa never goes to Amy's house, and I question if her mom, (Her dad died), even wanted her. I have even over heard my parents talking about adopting her, which I would be delighted to have happen. My dad is a lawyer, so money isn't a problem. We could totally keep Amy, it's just a matter of convincing the mom. Whom of which is thinking it over right now. Amy would also love to stay with us, as I have over heard from my sisters and hers conversations.
At the moment, I couldn't talk, so I just said,"Sorry but after last Sunday I really shouldn't talk during church." A little disturbed that I have her voice, I wait for her answer.
"Ok, can I come over?" she asks sweetly. She already knew the answer.
"Sure, come about 1:00," I answer with out thought.
"kk, see ya!" she answers.
Now, I did lie to Amy, but I really couldn't talk. I was way to uncomfortable. My manhood was gone, which felt so uncomfortable I felt sick to my stomach. My bladder was lower down, and felt weird without my penis. I had a vegina, but thank god I couldn't feel it. My nipples felt ultra sessitive, and pushed to her bra shook me. Her bra and tang top straps burrowed into my shoulders. Her panties felt so uncomfortable that it hurt. Her skirt made my legs feel exposed and cold, also very self aware of my self. Her perfume smelled so strong that It burned my nose. Her two black and white t-shirts with the tie made me feel like I had way to many layers of clothes. Her golden hair got in your face, and I had to brush it away way to many times. Over all I felt unexplainibly uncomfortable and gross. I wanted to puke every thing in my sisters gut out. Despite this I had to force down her five chicken nuggets, and then I had to fight hard to hold it in. I couldn't think about how my lower half felt, or I would spew. You have the following choice:  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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