So he went to the bedroom, used a can of hairspray to get his hair just right, fixed his makeup, and got ready to go out. But he felt so naked with his nails being uncovered. He couldn't remember the last time he went in public without nail polish. He carefully did them in a shade of dark pink. After two coats and a sealer, he grabbed his purse. He checked inside to make sure he had tampons. After being caught without them once as a young girl, he had vowed to never leave home without them again. And he felt funny. Perhaps it was his period coming on? He shook his head. 'The Curse' was something you just had to live with.

Al bought a ticket to the latest romantic comedy, and found a good seat in the middle. He watched the show, laughed and cried with the emotional swings the main female characters went through. He thoroughly enjoyed it, because he could identify with her so much. But as he got up to leave the theater and slung his purse over his shoulder, he suddenly got red and flushed. He realized that he was out in public in full female dress.

He remembered everything leading up to that point, and it had seemed a good idea at the time. But why would he dress as a girl and go out? He prayed that he wouldn't meet anyone he knew. As he got in his car, he looked around and was relieved. Nobody said anything. They all mistook him for a girl. As he drove, he sang along with Jessica Simpson, and rolled the windows down.

Once he got home, he went upstairs. His chest ached, and the bra felt funny. He took off his top, and discovered that he had crammed too many socks into the bra. It was bursting full. In fact, he could have used half as many to fill it up. No wonder his boobs ached. He touched them, and they were tender.

He decided that a nice long bath would be nice. He undressed, and got into the soothing water, scented with rose essence and a delightful bubble bath. He relaxed, and stared at his toes. Duh! He painted his nails, but had forgotten his toes! He would have to fix that after he got out. What had he been thinking? Or not thinking!

But he was so tired, all he had the strength for was to put on his nightie and climb into bed. He adjusted the straps, since it was too tight on his chest. He couldn't wait for his lovely dreams to begin. He closed his eyes, and fell into blissful sleep.

* * *

When Tiffany woke up, she felt very stiff and sore. She wondered why. It had seemed like a good night's sleep. She got up, and went downstairs to get breakfast. She went to the front porch and picked up the papers. There was a Saturday paper, and the Sunday one as well.

"That's funny" she said in her high sweet voice. The Sunday paper was delivered on Saturday? But as she read the headlines, it dawned on her: she had slept through the entire day of Saturday! No wonder she felt so stiff. She had been in bed for a whole day!

She had to go to the potty after all that time asleep, and sure enough, as luck would have it, she had been right the other day. She *was* starting her period. She was only spotting, but she put in a tampon in case she started flowing harder. She hated maxipads, which felt like diapers to her. So in went the tampon. The plastic applicator made it easy to put in. She remembered back before they invented those. It was a lot harder, and a lot messier. Why didn't the woman who came up with that idea get a Nobel prize? Probably because men ran the selection process. Ha! Men.

Tiffany went back downstairs for breakfast now. She read the fashion section and the entertainment as she ate the nonfat yogurt and banana. She was on her second cup of tea when there was a knock at the door. She went to go get it, but the door swung open. In walked Cathy with Tammy and Tina, home early from their trip.

"Hello" said Tiffany.

"Who are you?" asked Cathy. "Oh my god, he's having an affair. No wonder he had been acting so strange. Girls, go back to the car!"

"No!" said Tiffany "It's nothing like that!"

"where is that cheating bastard? I should have known that he would do something like this to me if I trusted him alone all weekend". No wonder he was buying skirts and acting so strange!

"No, please Cathy, stop" said Tiffany, almost in tears.

"Don't you call me Cathy you hussy. You don't have the right to use my name."

"No! Wait, you've got it all wrong!" she said, now fully in tears. "I didn't do anything like that. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you. After all, you're my mom!"

Cathy was shocked.

"I can't be your mother. These are my only two children."

"What about Tina's twin sister?" said Tiffany.

"She....she died in childbirth. How do you know about her?"

"Because, I am her. *I* am Tiffany."

"That's impossible!" said Cathy.

"Tina...Tammy...I've missed you both so much! I'm so happy we can finally be together."

"Don't talk to her girls. I told you to go to the car!"

They were too wrapped up in the drama to leave.

"All right Tiffany, if that's really your name, where is Al?"

"You're not Tiffany!" insisted Tina. "You can't be."

"Look mom, you're going to find this hard to believe, but I really am Tiffany. My body died as you said, but I stuck with you through all the years, as a spirit. Then one day, I found a portal. A window. A way to get into this world again. So here I am! I thought you'd be happy."

"I would be happy if it were true, but it can't be."

"It is. I'll prove it to you."

"How could you possibly do that?"

"Well, as you know Tina has her birthmark on the inside of her left thigh. I'm her twin. So I have the exact same one too."

Tiffany raised up her skirt. There it was, plain as day. Tina was wearing shorts, which she pulled up to reveal hers. They were an exact match.

"I don't believe it. But they are identical. But if you're her, how did you get here. And you still haven't told me where Al is."

Tiffany pulled up her right sleeve. On her upper arm was a tattoo.

"Oh my god!" said Cathy, as she stared at Al's tattoo from the navy.

"I woke up one day, and I was in his body. It was awful being a man. But then it started to change, and I emerged."

"Perhaps that's why he wanted to buy a skirt?" said Cathy.

"He was scoping out a guy at dinner the other day" said Tina.

"Get out of here!" said Tammy.

"Well, he was really cute. You should have seen his buns" said Tiffany. Tina nodded in agreement and gave a wicked smile. The twins had the same taste in men.

"So you're telling me that my husband Al turned into our dead daughter Tiffany?" said Cathy.

"I'm here now, aren't I?" asked Tiffany.

"And what do you want?" she replied.

"I want to go out and have some fun! Come on Mom, let's go somewhere and dance. I've waited all my life to have fun. I want to slow dance with a cute guy. I want to kick up my heels. I want to have some fun. Let's go!"

"Now Tiffany, not so fast young woman. You have a lot better things to be doing than running around chasing boys" said Cathy in a scolding voice.

"Aw Mom..." said Tiffany, disappointed.

"Come on Tiff, we have some catching up to do!" said Tina. The two girls walked arm in arm up the stairs, to the bedroom they would now be sharing together.....

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