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joyous surprise, it was an exact duplicate of one of her dresses that I liked best. When I had it on and stepped in front of the mirror, I got another surprise. It suddenly dawned on me that Marilyn was wearing the same dress right now and, at this moment, we were identical twin sisters.

We went out that night as sisters and had a wonderful time. The next night, we went to the local malt shop dressed as brothers for a change. From that time on, we alternated our dress according to the mood we were in, at one time being sisters, other times brothers, and other times brother and sister (with me, of course, being the sister).

One night I dreamed that Mom and Dad were at home and Marilyn and I were dressed in our traded clothing. Sure enough, the dream came true and what we feared most would happen did happen.

It was about three weeks after I had the dream on a Sunday that the terrible thing happened. Mom and Dad returned from their trip about noon instead of late that evening as was their habit. They were in the house before either Sis or I even suspected their presence. Caught in each other's clothes, neither of us could do anything but carry on our pretense and hope for the best.

It wasn't until later that night, after we'd gone to bed and the folks were asleep that we had a chance to sneak back to our own rooms and once more become ourselves. Nothing was said about our dressing in each other's clothes during the week so we felt that we'd been successful in our little deceit.

Our hopes were shattered the following Friday afternoon when Dad came home from work about an hour early. He called Marilyn and me into the study and waited until we were comfortably seated before he spoke again.

"Now, children," he said, "I'd like to know just how long you two have been switching clothes on the weekends that your mother and I were gone?"

Well, I knew we were in for trouble and a lump rose up in

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