As you leave the garage, you realize how strange it is to walk in Erika's boots. They're tall and restrict ankle movement, and on top of that, have a heel. You decide to remove them, which is a heavy task considering how many buckles and straps are keeping them secured to her feet. When they're finally off, you wiggle your toes inside of the pink nylon.
You get a better look, now that you have your sister's body length mirror at your disposal, and find out something you never realized until now. Erika looks so damn cool. You wiggle yours hips and feel the pleated skirt flop around, and run your hands through the neon pink fibers covering your head. You've never been concerned with fashion, especially on women, but you're filled with a sudden sense of thrill. You want to go out into the world, and see how people react to you. You want people to turn heads when you walk down the street. This must be how Erika felt, why she dressed like she did.
At the same time, you desperately want to do your own experimentation with her style.
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