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he picked up some mascara and began to apply it with seemingly practised fingers.

"Look, he even holds his mouth open like a girl when applying mascara. Boy, oh, boy... eh, or should I say girl, oh, girl!" laughed Trish. "We've created a 'hussy'!

After watching Robin and giving him some additional pointers, Mrs. Wilkes rushed off to do her own makeup, leaving her 'girls' to complete their own toilettes. Trish had to admit that her brother did have a talent for feminine things. Just as his first dress design was a knockout, his 'first' attempt at doing his own makeup was excellent. Soon, both boy and girl were admiring their identically made-up faces.

"We'll definitely knock them dead tonight, little sister." Trish sighed as she gazed in the mirror.

"Who dead," almost escaped Robin's lips. "Oh, yeah." Finally, the dresses were carefully lowered over their intricately coiffed hairdo's. The elegant design clung to their trim young bodies. The short puffy sleeves, ruffled bodice which revealed the recently created cleavage, and short skirt length combined to present a picture of youthful sexiness! Both girls added faux pearl earring and necklaces (Robin's being clip on earrings, as his ears were not pierced... a point that his mother did not miss).

Mrs. Wilkes grabbed her camera and set it on automatic. The flash caused the Wilkes' "ladies" to see spots for a few seconds, but their smiling faces were captured forever on film this most special of nights. The tripodmounted 35mm camera had been a regular fixture at the Wilke's special events over the years. Robin wondered how his mother would insert this photo in the burgeoning family albums. She certainly didn't want to show these photos like she did all the others to friends, did she? Little did Robin realize that this photo would be the least worrisome photo of the evening.

Chapter 7

The entrance of the three Wilkes' women did not go unnoticed by most of the male eyes at the Westminister Hotel's Grand Ballroom. The very pretty middle-aged woman with the two ravishing, identical daughters was

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definitely a male fantasy's delight. Many young men looked carefully at the young women's tight dresses and shapely legs, then behind them to see if there weren't a couple of accompanying male escorts. They seemed to be here alone! More than one man felt that the New Year was starting out on a very good note for them in that case!

Robin's apprehension mounted rapidly as he noticed the obvious stares he was getting... did they see through his disguise!? Were they about to point and laugh at him? It was still an unfamiliar situation for Robin to realize that the stares he was getting from the men were stares of interest... and the stares of the women, ones of envy!

The tuxedo-clad waiter had taken their tickets, checked their names on a list, and was escorting them to a pre-assigned table. It turned out that they would share a table with other people. His mother did the introductions, referring to her son Robin as "Miss Robin"... Trish couldn't help but smile.

Of course, the immediate questions were asked.. "Are you identical twins?" Though they were used to such questions in the past, Robin had never been in a position where he was the other twin "sister".

"A photo of Robin before the dance.