Out Now

We’d done the whole switching clothes thing when we were younger, to fool our parents. I remember one time, wearing my sister's pink frilly dress all day and how no one knew I wasn’t her. We both found it hilarious when our Mom and Dad called each other names. I also recall one time after school, when Lilly had cut her hair shorter, I wore her uniform home. If I remember right, she wanted to go out with friends, but she had homework to finish, so I took her place so that our parents wouldn’t know.

 I start smiling to myself as I remember the feeling of walking home, wearing her tights, pleated skirt, dolly pumps, and with my makeup and hair all pretty. I didn’t think we’d get away with it, but we did! My impression of her was pretty good! That got me thinking. Was this still possible? Could I do the interview as her?

  I do look somewhat feminine compared to the classic alpha male and I’ve pretended to be her before. What is possible? I put my fingers to my chin as I think it through.

 “Hmmm,” I think. “Maybe?”

 I stand up, with a bit of renewed vigor. With care, I place the picture frame back on the side. I immediately start pacing around the room again with the cogs in my brain turning as I do. I’d pretended to be her before, but would it be worth doing the interview as her? What would I do if I did get the job pretending to be her? 

 I rub my chin hard as I really start considering my options. It felt like a dumb idea but I also kinda felt like it would work. I stop pacing and look at the picture of her once more.

 “Right,” I say to the picture, “Here’s the plan. I do the interview as her. If I get the job, I will go to work and pretend to be her for a few weeks or months. Once I’ve proved myself, I will tell the truth, and then hopefully they would accept me. That’s gotta work!”