Jessie's Journal (5/14/26) (Patreon)

Dear Journal:

This morning, like most mornings, Michelle was locked in the bathroom when I returned from my walk.  I was about to bang on the door and yell, “Give someone else a chance,” when I heard a voice that didn’t belong to sissy on the other side--

“Hold still.”

It was Mom. 

“Take a deep breath.”  

There was grunting behind the door. 

“Never mind.  Let it out.  Let it all out.”

More grunts.  Followed by an exasperated sigh. 

“Are you sure this is the dress we purchased?”

“Mo-om!” sissy whined.

I smiled and pressed my face closer to the door.  Sissy was trying on the prom dress they had purchased online months ago. 

She had tried it on once before.  Back when it first came.  It was a blush-colored strapless ballgown with a chiffon skirt and ruffled bunting that curved beneath her breasts like a curtain, one that was guaranteed to fall immediately after prom.  I thought she looked like a slutty Disney princess, but mom and dad fawned all over her.  Mom wanted to take pictures, but sissy shooed her away.  “Wait until prom night.”

I bet she wishes she’d let her take photos now.

“Well, you can’t wear this, and it’s too late for alterations,” Mom said. 

She sounded even more frustrated than she did with me when I outgrew an outfit.  Of course, I never outgrew anything as expensive as a prom dress.  And at least I usually got a wear or two out of them.

Then sissy did something I never did, even with all the teasing and shaming. 

She cried.

“Oh, mom,” she blubbered.  “What am I going to do?”

Cut out the late-night snacks?  Get some exercise?  Stop being such a whiny bitch?

Of course, Mom was more compassionate. 

“It’s OK, honey,” she said.  I was sure they were hugging.  I could hear Michelle’s muffled sobs against Mom’s shoulder.  “We’ll figure something out.”   

I tiptoed to my room and closed the door just as the bathroom door opened.  As much as I wanted to see sissy spilling out of her $1,000 prom dress, I kept my door closed while mom descended the stairs and sissy retreated to her room. 

When all was quiet, I scurried to the bathroom to get ready for school, basking in the lingering scent of sissy's salty tears and musky desperation.

--Jessie