Have you ever been caught in a lie? I sure have. A big one
actually. By my sister, of all people. It was nothing really. I consider myself
an urban artist and beautify the community with my graffiti. Some hate it, but
it is really awesome to see. People sometimes travel to the city just to
photograph my work.
The police questioned me a few time, so did mom and dad, but
they had nothing on me. Then along came Dorothy, my twin sister. Miss Goodie
Two-Shoes found my stash of supplies and threatened to rat me out. I could end
up in juvie! And I would never have a chance to practice my art again.
I pleaded with Dorothy to keep her big mouth shut. She
promised to do so if I let her dress me up as a girl, the full Monty. What
choice did I have? We are both about the same size and build with subtle
changes to accommodate boy or girl parts. There was one more problem: Dorothy
demanded I take a girly walk of shame. Okay, I can do this. (Like I have any
choice.)
You have to admit, Dorothy did a heck of a job. She made me
so hot I had to take saltpeter to keep the bulge down. I walked that walk of shame wearing my sister’s
panty and dress. It felt so good I started thinking I might want to try it
again some day. I must have been deep in the daydream as I stumbled as Dorothy
pulled me into a shop. TG Incorporated!
Why bother anyone with details. You know what happens in
that place. Well, seems I fit into Dorothy’s dresses better than ever now. Kind’of
like the name they gave me too: Teri. I still practice my urban art. Dorothy
tags along sometimes. Seems the whole thing was a ruse on Dorothy’s part. She
only wanted to join me on the adventures and knew no other way to get what she
wanted. I’m not complaining.
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