To preface this story you’re going to have to know a little bit about me. I have three sister and NO brothers, meaning I didn’t have too many male influences in my life. Not only that, but as a triplet, two of my sisters are my age. Sure I had my Dad to look up to but he spent a large amount of his time at work while I was little. Taking into account my Mom and the fact that I shared a room with my sisters until I was 8, I was left surrounded by all girls all the time. Throughout my life I was subjected to the amazing law of “Majority Rules” which left me with far too much knowledge of High School Musical and the Disney channel. Needless to say, I tried hard to fit in with my sisters, and in some instances I took it too far. This was one of those instances.
Raising triplets is no easy task. You need to know where each of them is at all times so no one gets left out or even left behind. My mom was an expert at this and she knew how to handle most situations. Whether it was a cut, bruise, or hurt feelings Super-Mom knew how to deal with it. That being said, even super heroes need a break sometimes. As the mischievous little kids that we were, the three of us knew how to take advantage of mommy’s breaks. We were probably around the age of six or seven at the time so while Mom was downstairs we decided to play dress-up. “Let’s make Matt look like a girl!” exclaimed Teen (our affectionate name for my sister Christine). “YES! That would be so funny” agreed Kathryn. Not wanting to be left out, my young little voice shrugged “Sure, Why not?” They went to town on me almost immediately. Makeup, dresses, hairbands, nothing was held back. After the dust cloud of femininity settled, Matthew James Doherty was no longer, there stood a pimped out princess version of myself. Noticing that it had been quite for far too long my Mom went upstairs and saw the aftermath of a makeup war, and I was the only casualty. She got a huge kick out of it. My Dad on the other hand (who had just arrived home) was not as entertained. Looking like his fourth daughter kept me thoroughly embarrassed in front of my Dad. Through this I learned to avoid playing dress up, and to be okay being left out of certain games and situations when it came to my sisters.
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Oh my gosh. This has got to be one of the funniest things I have read on the internet in a very long time. I like how you prefaced your story too, so that the average reader knew what kind of situations to expect. You didn’t just throw the reader into the story without any background knowledge.
Goodness gracious. I feel for you, especially when your Dad saw you, his only son, dressed like some sort of contestant on a beauty pageant. Also, what a great title, it gave me just enough insight to get a gist of what your story was going for. Though the actual unfolding of events was quite unexpected, I thought it was an entertaining read.
I apologize for getting a good laugh at your expense! I am also sorry that you had to grow up with all girl siblings! Great job giving the reader (me) quality context of your story. You did a very good job of keeping me on the edge desiring to know what was going to come next. Very well written, and a very intriguing story!