Ash & Lucy Part 2

Ash & Lucy Part 2

Standing outside my bedroom door, it feels weird having to knock on it.

“Sis….,” I say, knocking twice. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah!” she shouts, as I slowly turn the door handle.

As I push the door open, I see her standing in front of my full-length mirror. Since we’d swapped bodies, I hadn’t been impressed with the constant changes she’d be making. Just the way she was dressing my body was bad enough.

“Did you…. go to training today?” I ask, stepping into the room, hoping she’d been, but knowing from the look of my hair she hadn’t.

She turns to look at me with a wry smile—her face plastered with heavy makeup.

“Erm…,” she says, flicking her long, clearly freshly styled hair. “No…, I—kinda went to the salon…erm to get my hair done. “

“Ashleigh!” I groan, rubbing my face. “You said you wouldn’t do any to my hair and that you’d go to practice!”

Ashleigh shrugs. “Sorry sis, you had really bad split ends.” She says with a gentle smile.

That’s when I take in the extremely revealing outfit she has on. I’d never wear anything like it! I don’t even own heels like that!

“You can’t wear that,” I say, almost upset with the way she’s dressed me. “Where did you even get those heels from?”

Ash looks down and points out her feet to look at them.

“These..?” she asks, showing them off to me. “There moms. None of my heels would fit your clown feet!”

Clenching my jaw, I shake my head. “You can’t be wearing that in my body.”

“Why…?” Ash replies, giving me a judgemental look. “I thought the whole idea of this switch was for me to impress Jake. Don’t you think he’s going to be attracted to me like this?”

“You mean attracted to me!” I quickly correct, feeling annoyed that she’s using logic against me.

“Trust me, sis,” she says, gently tapping the floor with one heel. “I’ve got this.”

I roll my eyes at her reaction. She’s treating my body like I’m a barbie doll and I’m yet to see any results from it. In fact, I think my body is getting…..chunkier.

“Has he started to talking to me….err—you…. yet?” I ask, stroking at my long ponytail as it rests across one shoulder.

“Erm…,” Ash replies, giving me a shrug of her shoulders as she applies a super bright red lipstick. “I’m not sure. You’re currently his best friend, has he asked you about me yet?”

“He hasn’t,” I reply, pulling Ashleigh’s phone from my back pocket. “It’s awkward, to be honest. I’m not you—so all your inside jokes fall flat on me. In fact, we haven’t spoken at all today.”

Ashleigh instantly stops applying makeup and turns to me with a serious expression.

“Lucy….,” she grumbles. “You must put the effort in with him. Don’t ruin my friendship.”

My mouth drops at her audacity.

“This was your idea!” I reply, folding my arms. “I’m sorry that I’m not a perfect copy of you!”

Ashleigh bites her lips and takes a step closer to me.

“Don’t be like that, sis,” she replies, lightly touching my shoulder. “Just put a little more effort into being me.”

I look away and sigh. “How do I do that?” I question.

“Well for a start,” Ashleigh instantly answers, touching my loose-fitting t-shirt. “Why don’t you start dressing more like me? You’ve got a whole closet in my room of cute little outfits. Why don’t you go throw on a mini skirt or anything that’s actually girly!”

“I’m ok… thanks,” I huff.

“Are you serious right now?” Ashleigh whines, giving me a wide-eyed expression. “I know for a fact that Jake is home alone tonight. “Why don’t you allow me to pick you an outfit, do your hair and you can face-time him tonight.”

Ashleigh's face quickly changes to a sincere-looking smile. Then something occurs to me.

“So, if Jake’s home tonight….,” I question, pointing at her skimpy outfit. “Where are you going dressed like that?”

“You’ve been invited to Dan Wilton’s Party tonight,” Ashleigh explains, looking smug.

I frown at her in annoyance. This is not part of our plan!

“Whoa!” Ashleigh giggles, holding her hands up in surrender om response to my face of thunder. “Don’t look at me like that with my own face. I thought you’d be happy that I’m getting invited to all the parties!”

I continue frowning and narrowing my eyes. I tell you—if looks could kill.

“Don’t you dare lose my flower Ash, while you are me,” I demand, tapping her on the shoulder with my long-pointed nails. “Control yourself! That is not yours to give away!”

“OKAY,” she replies, pushing away my hand as I poke her one last time. “I won’t—I promise!”

Making sure my point gets across to my little sister, I continue to stare daggers at her. I think she gets my points as she looks away with a powerful blush.

“Anyways….,” she says, rubbing her arm and looking back up with a wry smile. “Do you want me to pick out a cute outfit for you? I do hate seeing you making my body look so…. drab.”

I sigh and nod my head in agreement.

“Yes, I guess so,” I reply. Looking down at my body that is not mine. “Just promise me you’ll behave tonight.”

Putting both her hands onto my shoulders, Ashleigh looks into my eyes and gives me a toothy grin.

“I promise!” she says, turning me on the spot to face the door of my room.

In my body, Ash is still a lot stronger. She soon has me pushed into the hallway and into her room. Ash then swings open her closet and runs her hands along the soft colorful materials.

“So…little sis,” she says, putting enthesis on that fact I’m currently in her body and the younger sister. “What it gonna be?”

“You choose,” I answer, feeling uncomfortable.

“I hoped you’d say that!” Ash squeals. “You can wear my favorite outfit. Jake thinks I look cute in this, so it’s perfect!”

Watching her fetch garment after garment, I start worrying about the length of some of them. The skirt she’s holding is so much shorter than I’d ever wear. Does mom seriously let her wear things like it?

Ashleigh then turns around and holds everything up in front of me.

“What do you think?” she asks, giving me a grin.

I point at the tartan mini skirt. “Really?”

“Yeah!” she replies, handing it to me. “Why….do you not like it?”

Holding it up, I exaim the length—then, looking past it at her silly grin, I give her a worried look.

“Oh don’t be so stuffy!” she answers, giving me a shake of her head. “It’s just a mini skirt Lu, I’m sure you’ve worn one before.”

Lowering it against my body, I winch at how short it is.

“You’ll love this top too,” Ashleigh continues, holding it up. “It’s a little more revealing that I know you are used to Lu, but it really shows off my body's goods. Jake will like it.”

“Oh yeah…?” I answer, taking hold of the thin, tight-looking halter top. “Is the idea that he can see my bra?”

Ashleigh gives me a nod before she pulls a devilish expression as she steps toward me.

“That’s a point…,” she says, holding her hands out towards my chest. “What bra do you have on?”

Putting my arms up to stop her, she doesn’t give in. We fight for a moment as she tries to pull up my shirt.

“Stop it, Ash,” I squeak, desperately trying to stop her.

Unable to win our battle of failing arms, Ash pulls my shirt up and reveals the sports bra I have on underneath.

“Why Lu!?” she grumbles, allowing me a second to regain my decency

I blush and look away as my sister glares at me with my own eyes.

“Don’t tell me you're wearing those granny panties underneath those jeans too?” she asks, huffing in frustration.

I have got them on yes. I hope she doesn’t want proof!

“Oh Lu,” she moans, moving over to her drawers. “Why don’t you want to feel good about yourself? Why do you wear such restricting stuff all the time? You're not on the sports field right now!”

“I just f-feel more comfortable in this stuff,” I slowly answer as she turns back to face me with some bright pink lacey underwear.

“I get it, sis,” she chuckles. “Why don’t you try these on? I promise these will make you feel great!”

“You really think so?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I talk hold of the skimpy underwear.

“Yup.”

“Want me to put it on now?”

“Yup.”

I nervously smile and place the items she’s given me on the bed. Then turning around to slide off my t-shirt I stop and look over my shoulder.

“You gonna give me some privacy?” I ask as Ash just stares at me.

“Are you serious!?” Ash laughs, pointing directly at me. “That’s my body, Lu. I’ve seen every last inch. What do you think I’m going to see that I haven’t already!”

“Fine,” I sigh, pulling off my t-shirt to reveal the sports bra underneath. “Just habit—I guess.”

Allowing my jeans to fall to the floor too, I hear Ashleigh smirking at the underwear I have on. Not really sure why she has such a problem with them, to be honest.

“Can we hurry this along?” Ash moans. “My ride is almost here.”

“Ride?” I ask, looking back at her with worry written across my face.

“Yeah….,” she answers with a smile.

“With who?” I question in haste.

Ashleigh looks away for a moment as she plays with my long hair. Then she looks at me with a big grin.

“Don’t you worry about that,” she answers, giving me a cheeky grin and a thumbs up. “You just worry about looking good for Jake!”