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Who: Ginger and Brigitte
What: Getting ready for the masquerade
Where: At Brigitte's run down house
When: just before the masquerade
Rating: pg-13 (because Ginger has naughty mouth =3)
Open: No

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[gingersfavorite]

It didn't take long for her to gaze over at the nearly dried flowers. Ginger had a genuine line of worry running under her eyes. Furrowing those fire red eyebrows had the young woman started to peel off her three-quarter sleever and tossed it to the side. A faint smile caressed her lips when those green eyes laid on Brigitte.

"When did you get boobs?" the young woman mocked her sister, yanking down her skirt and slipped into the dress, first yanking it up her small and lithe figure and then slipped her arms inside of the sleeves.

"Zip me up." as if impatient.

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Brigitte blushed slightly as she pulled off her shirt, and reached for the button of her jeans.

"Shut up," she said, then turned and grasped the neatly hidden zipper of the dress when asked. She pulled it up gently, careful not to snag the fabric. She smoothed out the wrinkles, then turned to her own dress, shimmying out of her jeans.

The dress went on smoothly, and she turned around.

"Do up mine?" she asked, pulling her hair out of the way.

[gingersfavorite]

A wry grin on her mouth as Ginger saw Brigitte. In a dress. How long had it been? Since kindergarten? Moving in back of her sister, her fingers immediately yanked the zipper up, until... did she smell something?

"You smell good..." the red head sniffed the air lightly. Finally zipping her up she placed her hands on her shoulders and whirled her around to face the mirror.

"They'll love you." a smirk, as she tossed a wink to the mirrow, and then began to try to fiddle with her hair.

"Fucking... why can't I just have a wig?" muttering as she tried to jam a brush through it. Knots and all.

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Brigitte stiffened as Ginger sniffed at her. That was... new. But the moment was overshadowed by the knowledge that she was in a dress. For the time in nearly ten years.

"Yeah, right." She turned around, watching the way the skirt moved, before glancing at her sister. The dress looked good on her, just the right shade for her hair. Which she was nearly ripping with her impatience, and Brigitte winced.

She reached out, and stopped the brush. "Let me," she said firmly.