The door opened and in walked Cheryl's mother. Cheryl looked over with that deer in the headlights look. Her mom stopped suddenly and paused, looking Cheryl up and down. Then she seemed to relax.
"Tiffany, I didn't know you were back home yet. I was just coming in to grab your laundry."
What was this! How could her mother think that Cheryl was Tiffany!
"Oh, I hope you don't mind me saying this Tiff, but it looks like you are still growing. Remind me to take you shopping for some new bras. You can't borrow mine like last time I'm afraid. You definitely outgrew them."
It was time to show some life or her mother might start to get suspicious.
"Uh, okay Mom. Yeah, they are getting big."
"I wonder if we'll have the same issues with Cheryl. She started developing this year. Anyway, come give me a hand with laundry when you finish dressing."
"Okay Mom."
Her mother left with the laundry leaving Cheryl confused.
'How could she think I was Tiffany?' she wondered as she stepped toward her sister's mirror.
"OH! Thats how." In the reflection, she was surprised to see her sister looking back. However, on a more careful inspection, she saw differences that betrayed that first impression.
'Man, I am almost an identical twin to my sister. Except in some differences in face shape and freckles, unless she was standing next to me, I doubt anyone would think different. Well, enough of this, I suppose I had better help Mom before she gets angry.'
Cheryl grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt that belonged to her sister. The shorts fit well, the shirt was slightly on the tight side.