My Sister Ivy (Part 4)

My Sister Ivy part 4

A little exhausted by the shoot, I jump at the chance to slouch on the sofa. Pulling a few twigs from my hair, I pull down my dress to cover my knees.

“How’d it go..?” mom asks, bringing her hands together with excitement.

I thought it had gone quite well. Ivy is a full-blown taskmaster though, but I think she was happy with the shots we got.

As I look over at Ivy, she’s staring at the screen on her camera. Her facial expression is not giving much away. She looks deep in thought.

I hesitate to answer mom. I didn’t want to assume I’d done a good job.

“Well….?” mom continues, now a little impatient.

“We got lighting perfect,” Ivy then states, nodding her head. “Some of these look amazing!”

Relieved, I can’t help but smile.

“Jordan…..you’ve got mud on your dress,” mom says, pointing at the bottom of my skirt. “What did you guys do..?”

Reacting with purpose, Ivy shoves the camera in moms face. She shows her a couple of pictures.

“Oh my…,” she says, looking down at the pictures and then up at me with a smile. “I can’t believe you guys found a hole large enough for Jordan to fit into!”

Ivy beams a smile.

“I saw it when I was doing my Preditor reenactment last month,” she explains. “I knew it would be perfect for this look. I’m super happy Jordan helped. Photographing myself crawling into a hole would have been awwwkward!”

Rolling my eyes, I couldn’t help but put two and two together. That’s why she was so desperate to out me. Still, I can’t be mad. I did have a great time.

Ivy’s eyes then light up and she flaps her hands in excitement.

I knew what was coming!

“Mom, that’s not even the best part!” she squeals. “This guy hit on Jordan! It was hilarious. I’ve never seen him look so uncomfortable!”

“He was not…Hitting on me…,” I groan, trying my best to avoid eye contact with them both.

Sarcastically flicking her hair, Ivy looks at me with a single raised eyebrow.

“Jordan, he so did…” she mocks, turning back to mom to spill the gossip.

“Oh,” mom reacts, giving me a grin. “Was he…cute, Jordan?”

Very uncomfortable with the question, I frown in her direction. To my surprise, Ivy was frowning too.

“Mom,” she moans, “Don’t assume Jordan’s sexuality like that. Uncool!”

Silence for a minute, as mom clearly realizes that she’s made a big fopar.

“Anywaaay,” Ivy blurts out, breaking the tension. “Not that it matters, but he was cute and he did hit on you Jordan.”

Still very uncomfortable, I could feel my cheeks had gone red. Using my long hair, I try and hide behind it.

“It was so obvious mom,” Ivy continues, clearly enjoying her juicy gossip. “He started off by saying how cute Jordan looked, then he wouldn’t stop asking him questions. Y’know, what’s you’re favorite band?…food?…la la la. So funny!”

Tucking hair behind my ears, I lean forward.

“That was flirting?” I ask in curiosity. “I thought he was just being friendly!”

Instantly, both mom and Ivy bring their hands to their mouths.

“Oooo,” Ivy giggles. “He’s been friend-zoned already! Savage move by Jordan.”

I roll my eyes, fold my arms, and huff.

“I’m not surprised,” mom giggles. “You girls take after your mother when it comes to looks!”

She called me a girl. I have to hold in how thrilled that makes me feel!

“Girls…I love that,” Ivy replies. “Still…we wanna hear the stories of how you were the hottest girl in school mom. We’ve heard it all before!”

“I was!” mom complains. “Head cheerleader and everything!”

Watching moms face turn a little smug, I then see Ivy looking at me like she’s come up with another one of her ideas.

“Mom, do you still have the uniform upstairs..?” she questions, looking me up and down.

“Yeah,” mom replies. “Do you want to borrow it for a shoot?”

“Do you think Jordan would fit into it?” Ivy continues to ask, now giving me an almost sinister grin.

“Probably,” mom answers. “Might be a little tight around his shoulders.”

Oh god! I’m so conflicted by this. I love that I’m getting to be who I want to be, but why does it have to be so cliché’!

“Ivy…?” I interject, giving her a soft smile. “Can’t we just do something….normal?”

“Normal!?” Ivy whines, scoffing at my suggestion.

Mom then looks at me surprised. Like I’ve said something I shouldn’t

“What are you saying Jordan?” she asks confused. “You want to just wear just normal female clothes? I thought the idea was to help your sister with her makeup looks, not to just dress like a girl?”

Ivy looks at me with worry. She knows I’m not ready to share yet.

“I’m thinking of doing everyday looks too,” Ivy comments, saving me from my mistake. “Jordan said he’d help with that too.”

Using my hair to hide away again, I hoped that mom would buy it.

“Oh right,” she replies.

Still feeling my mother's eyes on me, I sink back into the sofa and look away.

“I’ve gotta go charge this camera,” Ivy comments, skipping out of the room.

She gets to the doorway and looks back at us both with a wide grin.

“Can we find that cheerleading uniform mom?” she asks. “I need to know what the next look is going to be and I’d like Jordan to try it on.”

Mom gives her a nod in agreement, then stands. Sliding over to me, as Ivy leaves the room, she slumps next to me on the sofa. She clearly has something on her mind and I try to shuffle away.

“So….?” mom says, putting her hand behind me to stroke my long blonde hair.

Leaning in towards me, I feel her shoulder press against mine.

“Does your sister….know?” she whispers, continuing to run her fingers through my hair.

“Know what?” I huff, bum shuffling across the sofa to move away from her.

“About your special little hobby…,” she continues, using another hand to pluck at my dress.

Blushing like a ripe tomato, I plead ignorance.

“What are you going on about mom?” I groan., flapping her hand away from my dress.

Leaning in again, she whispers directly into my ear.

“I know Jordan. I’ve seen you secretly wearing your sister's underwear. I’ve seen you looking at dresses on your phone. I’m your mother. I know everything.”

“W-what…?” I reply with a nervous crack in my voice. “No, you h-haven’t!”

My heart is beating like crazy, mom thankfully backs away and just gives me a suss look.

“So you’re telling me that all of this….,” she says, pointing at my costume “Is it because you’re desperate to help Ivy?”

My eyes wide in worry, I bite my lip and nod.

“So….,” mom continues to question. “You’re willing to be seen dressing and acting like a girl, just for Ivy?”

I nod again, trying to seem like that’s true.

“You know Ivy text me earlier asking me to cancel your next haircut,” she comments, giving me a long look. “She’s also asked me to pick up more razors at our next groceries shop.”

“Yup…,” I nervously reply. “I’m…..growing my hair out…”

“All this for Ivy?” she doubts, staring at me in disbelief.

Why do all the women in this house seem to know so much about me!? I really need to be more careful!

“You wanna go look for my cheerleader outfit?” she asks, with a wide smug grin.

Desperate to get away from her, I swiftly stand.

“Anything to get away from you….you crazy woman,” I huff, brushing down my dress as I stand.

Shaking like mad, I rapidly walk out of the room. As I stand in the hallway, I let out a long breath. Allowing myself a moment to think, I couldn’t help but feel I’d missed a perfect opportunity to tell her.

Rubbing my face in frustration, I couldn’t understand why I didn’t just tell her. I came out to Ivy with ease.

Turning back to look into the living room, I shake my head and breath in. She’s still there, I should just go tell her!

At that moment, the front door clicks, and I stare in terror as dad stands at the door looking at me with a smile.

“Hey Ivy,” he greets me, putting his laptop bag down on the floor. “I like the outfit. Did your followers like it?”

Like a dear in headlights, I stand with my mouth wide open! I one hundred percent was ready for my father to see me like this! Luckily, he thinks I’m Ivy!

“Errr….,” I mutter, tongued tied, trying to think how Ivy would respond.

Moving towards me, he gives me an approving look.

“You make quite the Alice in Wonderland!” he comments, clearly feeling proud.

As he stops to admire my outfit, Ivy comes bundling down the stairs. I could have throttled her at that moment. Why did she have to come down now!?

“Wait?” Dad questions, looking at us both as Ivy stops dead at the bottom of the stairs.

Looking straight down at the floor, my heart was now thumping in my chest. I knew I was busted!

He bends down to look into my eyes. Not even hiding behind my hair would save me.

“…..Jordan!?” he exclaims, brushing the hair from my face.