New Years Dolls 2

by

Paul G Jutras

  

Jessica walked to the hamper in her pink and lace trim nightgown when her older brother Peter jumped out with rubber snakes in his hands. With a scream, she dropped the clothes she wore than day and ran crying into the living.

"Peter James Logan and Sarah Jessica Logan!" screamed Mrs. Logan. "What is happening up here?" She stepped upstairs and looked between the laundry room Peter was peaking out of and the sound of crying that came from Sarah's bedroom.

"Peter has his rubber snakes out again." Sarah sniffed as she ran up to her mom and hid behind her. "Tell him to stop trying to scare me."

"Peter, how many times have I told you not to tease your sister?" Mrs. Logan asked.

"Girls are such wimps." Peter muttered under his breath.

"Peter James Logan, you apologize to your sister right now." Mrs. Logan ordered as Peter climbed out of the clothes hamper.

"But mom, I was only having some fun." Peter pleaded.

"It wasn't funny to your sister." Mrs. Logan said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry, sis." He muttered half heartedly while picking up his rubber snakes.

"Like you mean it," Mrs. Logan said in a serious tone.

"Sorry," Peter repeated.

"Now get your pajamas on like your sister and meet me down stairs if you wish to watch the movie with you."

Peter soon joined his mother and sister on the couch. As the old black and white movie about a voodoo witch doctor played, Peter turned toward his sister and snickered. "I hope the movie isn't too scary for the little baby."

"Cut it out." Mrs. Logan said as she gave her son a soft slap against the back of his head. "Just watch the movie or I'm sending you to bed."

Peter was the first upstairs after the movie. After Mrs. Logan got Sarah a glass of milk, Sarah went upstairs to join her brother only to see him jumping on her bed with one of her mom's bras on with the breast forms his mother used to look bigger. "Ha, ha, ha, in a few years you'll be wearing one of these."

"Mother!" cried Sarah as Peter ran into his mother's room and put the bra into its draw. He was back in his own room by the time she reached the top of the stairs.

"Are you teasing your sister again?" Mrs. Logan asked.

"No mom, I'm just reading the book I picked up today." Peter said innocently.

"I'll bet." Mrs. Logan said. "Go to sleep."

The next day Sarah was down at the lake shore in a white blouse and Capri pants. She was making a sand castle when Peter moved silently from underwater. Before she could react, he surfaced and splashed her with water. "Hey, you'll ruin my clothes." She cried.

"You own too many outfits anyway." Peter chuckled as he came ashore and ran for the house. Sarah just had a pouting look on her face when she put her hand down on something hard.

"What's this?" Sarah said to herself as she brushed the sand aside and found a doll beneath the sand. Sarah knew nobody with kids lived at this end of the lake and could only conclude that the doll had been buried for some time. "Looks like I've struck buried treasure."

"Too bad it's not like the voodoo doll in the movie." Sarah said to herself as she noticed Peter's swim flippers at the edge of the dune. She ripped a loose piece of the rubber flipper and tied it around the doll's neck like a necklace. "At least with this item he owns I can pretend it is like the movie."

As Sarah returned to the house with her new doll, she heard a feminine scream coming from upstairs. She had started to move away from the stairs when a blonde woman who looked between 12 and 13 ran into the living room.

"Who are you?" Sarah blinked blankly. "What are you doing in my house?"

"Sarah, it's me you little slime ball." Peter said in a high pitch voice as he stood in a brown tank top, blue denim ankle length skirt with slits up the side and brown wedge heel sandals. "Peter."

"Mother," cried Sarah.

"What is it dear?" Mrs. Logan asked s she walked out of the kitchen in red blouse, plaid skirt and open toe heels. She followed Sarah's eyes up the stairs to Peter. "Thanks for reminding me. Today is the day I wanted to get big sister her first training bra. Now Lesley, run to get your purse and we can all go together. I need to get Sarah some new shoes anyway."

"Well Peter," Sarah giggled. "Looks like you've dealing with bras and periods before me. I didn't expect the doll to do this."

"What doll?" Peter asked, trying to get his mind off the thought that he'd soon have to worry about periods and pregnancy.

"Now Sarah," Mrs. Logan said. "Don't tease your sister. You'll be going through this yourself in a few years."

"Wait till Kevin sees me." Peter said as he stood with his top off and the bra on before a mirror.

"I thought Kevin and you were just friends?" Mrs. Logan said as she made sure the bra wasn't too tight or loose on her daughter. "Are you thinking of asking him for a date are is there something you're not telling me?"

"I don't think so." Peter stood still while his mother fussed over him. He had a lot to learn about how things are in the new reality. The thought he might actually have a real boyfriend sent a shiver of fear through him. "I think we're just friends."

"I know you'd tell me if it was other wise, dear." Mrs. Logan said sweetly.

"You going to give me the doll are reverse what you?" Peter asked when they got home.

"Maybe if you play tea party with me this afternoon," giggled Sarah.

"I'm not playing tea party." Peter kept on protesting until he found himself and Sarah clothed in fancy dress outfits while sipping pretend tea and eating brownies that their mom baked for them.

Before Peter could asked for the doll, their mom reminded Peter that his friends would soon be coming for the slumber party she asked to have. Peter soon found himself in shock as he came out of his bedroom in a pink baby doll nightie and helped his mom unroll his sleeping bag in the living room for the party.

During the party he put up with nothing but girl talk that made him sick to his stomach, having his nails and hair done. Most of the girls were barefoot with different types of pajamas, nightgowns and night shirts. The few that didn't want to polish their toes had some pantyhose on.

"Thought they'd never leave," thought Peter about noon the next door. After seeing the last of the girls to their mom's car, she ran upstairs in her white top with the sleeves pushed to her elbows, white jeans and sneakers. "Okay twerp, I want the doll… now!!"

"I don't have it anymore." Sarah said innocently.

"What!" Peter cried as he was unable to believe his eyes. "Where is it?"

"While you were at your party last night I found out how much the doll was worth on E-Bay." Sarah said with a smile. "Since I like you much more as my big sister than my big brother I sold it. It left to its new owner on the morning mail."

"Get it back!" Peter demanded.

"Lesley, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Logan said as she stepped into the room barefoot in a tie dyed dress. "You never yell at your sister like this."

"Sorry mom, but I need that doll she sold on E-bay." Peter said as he found out that she wouldn't believe why.

"It's gone." Mrs. Logan declared. "Your sister found it on the lake shore and it was hers to do with as she pleased. You're too old for playing with dolls anyway. Now apologize to your sister."

"I'm sorry Sarah," Peter said and meant it for the first time in his life. "I don't know how but while I remember my old life, I also remember what it was like being a little girl your age. Having access to both sets of memories I can't believe how I treated you. I am sorry."

"It's okay, sis." Sarah ran over and hugged Lesley. Even though he was still Peter in mind and wasn't looking forward to the idea of dating guys and such, he found he was strangely content with being her big sister once she saw how happy the idea made Sarah. 

 

THE END

  

  

  

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