My Sister Ivy Part 3 (Vote inculded)

My Sister Ivy Part 3

Giving them both an unimpressed look, I playfully flick my hair back, like I’d seen sassy girls do in the movies.

“Fine….,” I huff, stepping gently past them, cautiously walking in my heels.

“Thanks, Alice!” Mom sarcastically laughs, with them both following in behind me.

As my heels start clicking on the tiled floor of the kitchen, I turn around to see both Ivy and mom just staring at me.

Mom gives me a silly wide grin and points to the dustpan and brush.

“Calling me Alice….,” I mumble and complain under my breath.

I didn’t want mom to know I was secretly loving this. I had to pretend I was hating it. Hating wearing these clothes!

I was kinda hoping she’d keep calling me Alice.

Grabbing hold of the dustpan, I amble over to the mess and stand over it. Brushing some of the hair from my eyes I start sweeping it up

“Do you think you’ll need another doll?” mom asks Ivy, as they start idly chatting

Gently moving past, me, Ivy goes to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water.

“I don’t think so,” Ivy answers, opening her bottle and taking a swig. “Real-life models are always better.”

“You hear that Jordan,” mom giggles, as she leans casually against the kitchen counter.

I look up and give her a wry smile.

“He’s ok with it!” Ivy interrupts.

Moving to stand over me, mom looks down at the mess I’m cleaning on the floor.

“So, you’re going to let your sister keep doing makeup looks on you?” mom asks, gently putting her fingers through my long hair

“I guess……..,” I answer, still trying to seem uninterested in the idea.

Touching the hem of my skirt, mom continues to look me up and down. Turning to Ivy, mom gasps and points down at my legs.

“Have you seen how nice Jordan’s legs are for a boy!” she giggles. “Those knee lengths are really doing it!”

“I know!” Ivy replies with excitement. “He’s basically perfect my model!”

“Guys!” I whine. “I’m right here. Stop talking about me as if I wasn’t!”

Letting go of my dress, mom steps backward and looks down at the floor.

“Sorry Hunny,” she says. “I just wanted to compliment you on how you look. Sometimes it’s nice to be told you’re pretty.”

Stopping, I look up at mom who’s giving me such a silly smile.

“I’m just proud that I’ve raised such stunning young ladies!” she continues, holding her hands to her face and giggling.

Her comment was so super cute! I wanted to laugh and smile with her, but I knew I couldn’t! I wasn’t ready to tell her just yet.

“Funny,” I reply with a dour tone, gently shaking my head from side to side.

Pushing the last pieces of the broken doll head into the dustpan, I set it aside.

Swiping back the hair that’s fallen in my eyes, I brush down my dress and give mom and a nod to check my work.

“Thanks, Alice!” mom giggles, giving me a playful wink.

Putting the dustpan back, mom leaves the room and tells us to be back for dinner.

As she exits the room, Ivy quickly shuffles over to me and stands close.

“That was a big step…huh?” Ivy whispers, straightening my dress and hair. “How did it feel to be looking so girly in front of mom?”

“Kinda…….great,” I whisper back, pleased with her positive reaction. “Are my legs really that nice?”

Ivy tilts her head to the side and gives me a smirk.

“Yeah totally babe,” she answers. “Don’t let that go to your head! I can always make you look more beautiful!”

Scratching at my shoulder, I wonder what she means by that.

“How?” I ask, intrigued.

Now looking each other in the eyes, Ivy’s face looks serious.

“Do you really wanna know?” she questions, tucking hair behind her ear.

“Sure,” I answer back, curious as to what she might say.

“Well…..,” Ivy continues,  “If you are serious, we can look at getting your eyebrows done. We can get some forms for the more curvey feminine outfits. You could even grow your real hair out.”

Looking away from her eyes for a moment, I consider what that means for me.

“So I’d look more feminine all the time?” I ask, still worried about how people may react.

“Well….Yeah,” Ivy answers, giving me a sideways glance. “Is that not what you want?”

“I guess…..,” I continue, looking down at my feet in heels.

“Are you scared?” she asks, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m going to stand by you all the way.”

“Thanks,” I reply, looking up to give her a smile.

“Either way,” Ivy chirps, more upbeat. “You are going to have to start looking after your body like you’re a real girl anyways. I need your skin clean-shaven, exfoliated, and moisturized for the looks I wanna do.”

“Exofli-what?” I question, confused.

“Yeah….!” Ivy quickly replies. “If you’re going to be wearing makeup, you’ll have to learn how to look after your skin.

Gently nodding my head in agreement, my eyes glaze over.

“You’re going to teach me about that…..right,” I ask, refocusing on her.

“Of course I am…. Silly,” she instantly answers, tapping at me gently.

Still considering exactly what that all meant, Ivy moves past me and looks out the kitchen window. She looks back at me and smiles.

“I think we should get a quick shot of you with the dustpan and brush,” she comments, grabbing it and handing it to me. “Then once I’ve got that shot. We can head to the woods and do some Alice In Wonderland reenactment.”

Taking hold of the dustpan and brush again, I look up at her feeling awkward.

Raising a single finger, asking for me to give her a minute, Ivy rushes out of the room. She leaves me standing in the kitchen, waiting.

Moments later, she comes bounding in, clutching her expensive camera.

She holds it up to show me and gives me a smile.

“Right,” she commands, pointing the lens in my direction. “Just ask natural and loose. I will take a few snaps.”

Pretending to sweep, I felt pretty awkward. I’d never done anything like this before and felt like it was showing.

Ivy was taking snaps, then reviewing them on the camera, but she wasn’t looking totally happy with the results.

“……am….I doing ok?” I ask, as she once again, sighs at the picture she’s taken of me.

Tilting her head to the side, she touches her chin with a single finger.

“I think you're nervous,” she comments, giving me a reassuring smile. “Earlier on, when mom was in here, you looked so natural sweeping up. Now you seem rather robotic.”

“Sorry…..,” I reply, lowering my head.

“It's ok!” Ivy continues, walking over to me. “I think you just need to loosen up.”

Placing her hands onto my hips, she jiggles me around.

“It’s ok to let your body be loose,” she comments. “You don’t have to act macho right now. Let your hands be limp. Push out your hips, bum, and chest. Flick and play with your long hair!”

“Ok,” I softly answer, as she pushes my hips out to one side

Walking away and pointing the camera at me again, I let my body loose and flick my hair as she said.

I move a leg off to the side of me and really jut out my hip.

“Yeah….. just like that!” Ivy yells, claps, looking extremely excited.

After a few more snaps, Ivy was starting to look really pleased.

For me, it was a huge relief to see her starting to smile at the pictures. It would have been just awful if she’s gone to all this trouble for me and I’m a useless model!

“ooooh!” mom then playfully calls out, as she walks into the room and sets eyes on me. “You go, girl!”

Blood rushes to my face and I feel super embarrassed. Did she really have to do that!

“Have a look at how natural he’s looking,” Ivy says to mom, showing her the camera.

Mom looks down at the camera and her face lights up with a wide beaming smile.

“Beautiful!” she comments, looking up at me and giving me a wink. “See, it’s those’s lovely long legs!”

Silence falls over us all as I don’t know what to say in response.

I did feel so very happy, but I felt like I couldn’t show it.

“Do you think dad will agree?” Ivy asks mom, breaking the silence.

Still staring at the pictures that Ivy is showing her, mom’s face does look a little more serious. As she looks up at me, she gives me a reassuring look.

“Your dad,” she starts saying confidently. “He’s under the thumb. If he gets upset, us girls will just have to gang up on him!”

“Yeah” Ivy giggles, looking at me with a grin “Three against one! Jordans now playing for the girls”

“Jordan……hmm…..?” mom then questions, looking a little confused. “Seems odd calling you that when you look he looks so pretty.”

Mom looks over at me then turns her attention to Ivy.

“Maybe you should ask your followers what Jordan's feminine name should be…,” mom continues saying.

“That’s brilliant!” Ivy says, bouncing on the spot on her tiptoes. “Is that ok Jordan?”

“Sure,” I reply, trying to act super cool, but being thrilled on the inside!

Please vote below on what Jordan's female name should be!