Andlat's Story Spot

"Why do I let you do these things to me?" I muttered as I tried to look away from the mirror. Try as I might, I couldn't. It was like watching a horror movie. You want to look away, but you can't. "Because you're a good brother." Zoe said with a smile as she put the finishing touches on my make-up. "Though, remember" "Yeah, I know." I said. "I'm not your brother Zack, I'm your" I shuddered just thinking about it. "Sister Vienna." I hated the name, but Zoe had given me since last night to pick my own. Since I couldn't, I got the name she had picked. Vienna. "And how old are you, baby sis?" "Zoe!" "What? That's how sisters talk to each other." I knew the story she had made up for me. "I'm six and a half." I muttered, knowing from my reflection I really did look it. How she had turned an eleven year old boy into a six and a half year old girl with just make-u...

Tanner Tanner stormed into the house, as furious as he could be with his bare feet slapping on the linoleum. All he knew were the facts: Derek and Kevin had cornered him and held him down as they teased their ‘widdle cousin’. When they saw that they couldn’t get him to whine and beg for them to let him up like they used to, the younger boys had resorted to meaner tactics: Derek had taken his shoes and run in one direction while Kevin stole his shorts and laughed as Tanner had given chase while trying to keep his gray tank top down over his Spongebob underoos as he wove between groups of chatting adults. He had retrieved his shorts, though he hated that it had taken Kevin’s mom intervening to get them back with a mumbled apology, but now Tanner was on a mission to get his shoes. He knew Derek had come inside, but where had he taken his shoes? “Great, my hair’s a mess.” Tanner muttered as he passed a mirror. He tried to smooth it down, to no avail. Whatever. Between the hair, the m...

  “Why did I ever agree to this?” Cody muttered. “You’re the one who said you wished there were photos of you and Bethany where you weren’t in a dress.” As far as Cody could remember, that was not how it had happened. He remembered spending hours trying to convince Bethany that he didn’t really want to dance along to Cocomelon videos in nothing but his underwear, ever aware of the photo of them in their dresses. When mom finally said it was time to go and Bethany was trying to find where she had hid his pants, he had muttered that he wished his photo wasn’t up there for everyone to see. How mom had twisted that into this… this ordeal! “It’ll mean the world to her!” Mom said once she told him just what she – and Bethany’s mom too, he was sure – had planned. “Yeah, and prove to her that I’m a baby.” “Oh, come on.” Mom said. “You and I both know you aren’t and I think Bethany does too.” Cody snorted. “And it’s so cute how she always wants to take care of you and how yo...

      "Mom's gonna owe me big time." Sophie muttered as she stepped into the shorts. She did not care of great aunt Gwendolyn insisted they were bloomers. They were shorts to her! She glared at her reflection in the mirror. Did she have it all on? Top, bloom- no, she corrected herself. Shorts. Even if shorts did not normally have elastic at the bottom. She groaned as she grabbed the headband. No person dressed like this. At least no one she knew would ever see her.      "Can't she make normal clothes?" She looked ridiculous, she thought, recoiling as her hand brushed the fringe just above the hem of her top. Top was the only word for it. It did not seem like a shirt and was a far cry from the purple tee she had put on the guest room bed. She groaned and, shuffling toward the door, went to meet her fate: an inspection in front of her mom and Great Aunt Gwendolyn. All of Sophie's gloom vanished when she came face to face with a slight variat...

      Does any kid actually like dressing up? I sure don't! Itchy collars, pants that show every stain, it's all engineered to torment kids! The one saving grace was my sister. Lucy is two hundred percent a tomboy, but mom and dad insist that she wear a dress. "What a pretty bow!" I said, grinning at the enormous bow sitting on top of her freshly brushed hair. She glowered at me. "I could take you, even in this dress." I knew she was right, so I backed off. "Alright, kids. Head out back so we can take a nice picture before you go play with your cousins. And Brian, I don't want a single stain on those slacks." Then why'd you get me ones that are so light-colored? I wondered, biting my tongue. "One sec, mom." Lucy said. "Come on, Brian. I want to show you something." I wasn't suspicious. That was probably my mistake as I let her lead me back into the bedroom. "What is that?" I asked as I saw her pull some...

       Mike looked at the pajamas on the bed and sighed. Somehow, grandma always found him the most childish pajamas in existence. He was almost a teenager! Where did she even find Thomas the Tank Engine pajamas in his size. "Well, guess I better"      "Good, you're not dressed yet." His sister said, barging in without even knocking.      "Hey! What if I had been naked?"      "First of all, why would you get naked to put on pajamas? Plus, I've seen you naked before." She scoffed. "And thirdly, I know you're about as thrilled with yours as I am with mine." She gestured with the white lacey nightgown in her hand.      "I'd take mine over yours any day." Mike said with a smirk. "Mikey!" "It's Mike." "I don't care what your friends call you. You're still Mikey to me." She patted his cheek, which was a weird thing for a little sister to do. She did it all the same. "And...