I had thrown all my wet clothes off by the time I got to my room. My room was done all in green, including my furniture. It was a very big room. On the left side of the room, as you enter, a huge dresser that took up most of the wall. It had pictures on the wall above the dresser.. Next, on the far left wall was a fireplace, with a couch in front of the fireplace. The door to the walk-in closet was on the far side of the fireplace and a wardrobe against the back wall facing the room on the opposite wall. To my right, I had three glass oak curio cabinets, a two-door cabinet that stood beside a dorm room size refrigerator, and an enormous entertainment center. Along the far right-hand wall was a huge French window, with a window seat. On the right-hand side of the back wall was my king size bed, with steps going up to the bed, and my computer desk with the book shelves that cover the wall
I was on my way to the closet, when I noticed a huge white box on my bed. I was wondering what was in it, so I walked over and picked up the lid. There was a note inside the box. The writing was my father's. The note said: "Wear this tonight to the lupanar sincerely dad."
I was afraid to look inside the box, but curiosity won over, so I looked inside the box. I unwrapped what looked like a corset top, done in dark hunter green suede. The top had strings down the middle, which tied the thing together. The top was also made like one of those push up bras. The bras that gave your cleavage an extra lift and it came just above the belly button. I laid it aside, to see what else was in the box. I pulled out the bottom of the outfit and couldn't figure out what it was, I examined it closer to realize, it was a pair of short-shorts with material sewn down the front and back. It was made to look like a gypsy's skirt, but with slits all the way up the leg on both sides. The slits stopped at the end of the shorts. Like the top, the bottom had strings down the center to hold it together. I was wondering, what my father was up to, or had he been spending too much time with Jean-Claude. I was thinking definitely too much time with Jean-Claude. I was not looking forward to seeing myself in this outfit, but my father wanted me to wear it, so I'd wear the outfit.
It took me twenty minutes to get the blasted thing on. I went over to look in the mirror that was hanging on the back of the door, and nearly freaked. My father had brought me an outfit that made me look like a hoochie mama. Now I know my father was spending way too much time with Jean-Claude. I was going to have to talk to him about that.
I was thinking of a way to salvage the outfit. The only thing I came up with was to make it into either a pirate costume or a gypsy costume. I was going with the gypsy look. I parted my red hair down the center, and French braided both sides. The ends came halfway down the back of my neck. I added a gypsy scarf around my head, and I put huge hoops in my first holes with small ones in the other three holes. I placed armbands on my upper left arm and lower right arm, with bracelets on both wrists. I added three rings to each hand, and a gold hoop in my belly button. I added a touch of make-up to darken my reflection, because I have a pale look to my skin without wearing make-up. I took another look at the outfit and was thinking to myself, " that looks a little better, even with my clear braces and my sporty gold framed glasses, I do look good."
I inspected myself out in the mirror approving the fine job I did, when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and there stood my father. My father was 6ft3in, with features like mine. We had the same hair color, except his was waist length. Our eyes were both grayish-blue with a mix of green in them. Our facial features were high cheek boned on an oval shaped face. We were both tall and built like athletes. My father sometimes called me his Tiny Cheyna; mostly due to the fact people tell me I look like a smaller version of the female pro-wrestler named Cheyna.
"Hi dad. How's it going?" I asked with a smile on my face. It was one of those smiles you give parents, to say I didn't do anything wrong.
"Hi yourself. I see you got Jean-Claude's gift," he said trying to hide that he was angry with someone.
Oops and here I thought dad had something to do with this outfit, "You didn't have anything to do with this outfit," I asked.
"No, I most certainly did not, I wasn't too thrilled when I saw the outfit, let alone be apart of his twisted idea," he said, being totally serious now.
"Sorry dad. I just know he has a habit of rubbing off on people. You forgive me?" I asked with a pout.
He just looked at me, shaking his head, "Yes I forgive you, but next time don't assume it was I, okay."
I looked at him for a minute before I said anything more, should I tell him someone had
signed his name to the note. I knew by the way he was standing, he was mad about something already, but I think he had the right to know.
"Okay, as long as you don't sign your name to the notes anymore," I replied.
"What do you mean, don't sign my name to them," he asked becoming extremely mad?
I showed him the note, and he read it. I don't think he was too happy because he had one of those looks that makes you want to say," if looks can kill I'd be dead already." I didn't want to be in his line of fire right now, so I backed up a little.
Finally he calmed down and gave me a smile, "You better finish getting ready. Your mom will be leaving soon."
I had just remembered, I still have to put my shoes on, "I'll be finished after I put my shoes on."
"Oh that reminds me. This is for you. It goes with the outfit," My father said, handing me a box I didn't remember seeing him with.
I took the box from him and opened it, to find knee-high boots that were made of the same green material as my outfit. I sat down on the bed and began putting them on. My father came over, put a kiss on my forehead, and said," I've got to go take care of some business. You have fun tonight and try to stay out of trouble."
"Okay, I'll try," I said with a smile.
He looked at me and then walked out the door.. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone was in trouble, and I think his name was Jean-Claude. I finished getting ready, and headed down the stairs to where my stepmother awaited me. She was standing at the door with broomsticks in hand, while striking the pose that says," I'm waiting, so please hurry up. We don't have all day." So to make her even madder, I took my sweet time getting down the steps. When I finally got there, she handed me my broomstick and walked out the door. I followed her out and up into the sky we flew.