My sister is the best. When I was stood up by my date she made sure I did not stay down for long. We had a favorite game—my favorite game—we played whenever we had the chance. Peggy always knew how I felt and we were close (not that close; get your mind out of the gutter). But that night was the worst. The girl of my dreams stood me up. The hurt went real deep.
So Peggy took me to her room where we played my favorite game: dress up. She even faux turned when I undressed and pulled on the panty she gave me. By the end of the night we were laughing as I turned out to be one awesome girl.
It was at that moment, when I was happiest, that Peggy hugged me and smiled. “I gave you magic panties to wear. “ I looked in the mirror. “So that is why I look so good.” Peggy could make me look like quite the girl, but that night was the best.
I had to capture the moment. I stripped to my sister’s skives and took a selfie. I know what you’re thinking. I was not sad or bored. Well, maybe a little sad; the girl of my dreams ditched me. Rather, I was more content than any other time in my life. Peggy started calling me Rhonda. I liked the name. Want to know something else? Less than six months later the boy of my dreams took me out on the dream date I had planned for the girl of my dreams. It was her loss.
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