He peered down the tunnel, saw it was all clear, and slipped into his secret room -- hidden behind the baskets of laundry. Pulled his cap off, set his hair into big fluffy pigtails, then slipped into a red sweater.
The skin color was the only thing off, all he had to do was get to Red's cave before she did and take the glass out of her mirror.
She's so gullible, she'll think I really am her, "sister from the mirror world," and the others will believe her because she vouches for me!
"Goodbye," to Boober, and, "Hello," to Tarra!
What do you wear that would embarrass you to be found wearing?
Slipping his foot inside, very nearly purring at the fit halfway up the calf of his leg. Shoes like these... hell, call a spade a spade... BOOTS like these made him feel downright powerful. Sexy. Attractive.
When he was fourteen he felt the same way sneaking in and trying on his sister's Prom gown. That was different, these boots were even bought with his own money, along with the outfit to go with it.
Suddenly Mom stuck in her head, "Dear, Bill is here to -- why are you dressed like a lumberjack? Susan, can't you wear a skirt just once?"
100 Smurfs... hundreds of years for a lifespan... what if someone goes on a several year vacation?
"But Papa Smurf...!" Brainy whined.
"What is it, Brainy?" replied the bearded smurf in the red pants and hat, as he directed Tailor Smurf about his duties.
"It's just that... I don't think this is right for me this year, Papa Smurf, maybe next year..."
"Hush, Brainy!" chuckled Papa, "It's your turn for the next year. Cheer up! Now that Handy's turn is over, he can build that deluxe heart-shaped mushroom for Smurfette, now. You, you lucky girl, get to be the first Smurfette to live in it. And besides, you lost the drawing this year fair and square."
Sometimes, a Cliché is just a Cliché...
Terri looked in the mirror and saw so much wrong.
This is not going to work. Why did I decide to do this?
The ride to the picnic was devoid of conversation, as was parking. And walking from the lot to the pavilion where the grills were set up for all the fathers and daughters.
They stood there and a young girl came scampering up.
As Megan ran off to play, Terri turned to the organizer, "Sorry to invade your 'boys only' club here, Steven, but I'm her only parent, and I am as much her father as her mother."
Letters and Titles and Spares, Oh my!
"GhostBusters?"
"GhostBusters!"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Nope! They decided to franchise out and since the originals cover all of New York City, it was decided that each franchise would cover multiple large areas. You're looking at the newest recruit for Local GhostBusters - Toronto! What's so funny?"
"Just thinking about a phone call I got right before you got back... what's your official title?"
"Lemme look... here it is, on page three, 'Trainee Chaser / Decoy,' which sounds dangerous but they explained it to me. It really isn't -- what's so funny, NOW?!?"
"The French accent on the phone... Tranny Chaser Decoy for LGBT..."
Oooh. I'm an author-type now. Like I said, I like Drabbles. This one's, well, kinda silly and came to me while watching DVDs with my nephew. Enjoy! (Please?)
"I just can't help myself, Doc! I mean, I know there's nuthin' really wrong about it, these days, but I come from the old school, y'know?"
The doctor looked at me with that smile. The one that says, 'I went to a very expensive school to learn how to be condescending and make you pay me to do it.'
"It's just, it seems all he has to do is point the dang thing at me, and I'm in a dress an' wig again without so much as a neveryoumind!"
Sighing, the doctor said, "Tell me more about Elmer, Mister Bunny..."
In the same vein of fan-fictiony Drabble. This one features an icon of the current decade, instead of one from 60 years ago. Enjoy! (Please?)
"Are you sure this will work, Hermione?" he asked, scratching at the wool skirt.
"Ron! Er... Dawn. Yes, of course this will work. In the uniform and wig you look like an older version of Ginny, and unless someone looks closely, there's no way they'll think you anything but another girl!" she answered, holding in her giggle.
"Gee. Thanks. That's bloody brilliant. Just what the gent dating you wants to hear, that he looks like his bleeding younger sister..." he mumbled.
She let the giggle out and grabbed his chin, "Now hold still while I just pop some lippy on..."
Hi. Not new here, but new at not-lurking. So, my first effort here is a Drabble. I like Drabbles. Enjoy! (Please?)
Eyes closed, I fought to suppress the giggle at my sister.
"Can the comedy -- just finish my makeup, woman!"
"Okay," replied the sister with amusement, "Do you think he'll ask you tonight?"
"Of course!" I said, exasperated. If my eyes were open, I'd be rolling them.
"Well," she said, "maybe a dark secret?"
"Do me a favor and leave me out of your fantasies."
"Seriously," she said seriously, "What if it turns out that he was born a chick?"
I turned and looked at her, "How shallow do you think I am? Do you really think that would bother me?"
They say that everyone in the world has a twin... well... what if that twin had the same name, but a much more exciting and adventurous life? Enjoy! (Please?)
"Aramina? Aramina West?" called an unfamiliar voice on the crowded platform, causing me to pause and turn.
Working through the crowd towards me, holding my eyes with his... startlingly green ones... was the object of my bedroom fantasies come to life. A shock of unkempt black hair... clean shaven, rugged face...
"I'm sorry --" I began, interrupted by a passionate kiss.
"I've thought about it. I don't care that you used to be a man," whispered this stranger, "Take me back. Please. If you won't, well, we'll always have Zanzibar."
"But I've never been to Zanzibar..." I said, breathless and confused.