After a few quiet moments, Sally and Dani realized they needed to put on some clothes. They looked around the bedroom for a minute, wondering where they had put them.
"Oh, that's right," Dani said. "Didn't we take them off in the living room?"
"Yeah! I wonder why we did that out there," Sally said. The two went into the living room and found their matching set of clothes; two button-down blouses, two pairs of gray pants and appropriate undergarments.
"Sal, can you help me?" Dani said, fumbling with her C-cup bra. "I'm having trouble getting this on."
Sally giggled. "I'm not surprised, considering you've never put on a bra before." She maneuvered to Dani's backside to assist her.
"Yeah, I have...of course I have..." Dani said, not quite convinced about that fact herself. "I just can't remember how all of a sudden."
"Oh, of course. Right." Sally paused in her attempt to fix Dani's bra strap. She was getting that confused feeling again. "No, wait, why would you have been wearing bras for as long as I have?"
"Because we're twins, duh."
"I know that, dum-dum," Sally said. "So stop pretending you need help." She fastened Dani's bra and let go of it with a snap.
"Ow!" Dani spun around to face Sally, rubbing the tender spot on her back where the metal clasp hit.
"Aw, quit your whining and let's get things cleaned up," Sally said, shrugging off the last bit of lingering confusion. They finished getting dressed and returned to their bedroom.
It was a modest bedroom, sparsely decorated. There were two pairs of matching furniture; dressers, desks, chairs. The girls pulled apart their twin beds, which they must have pushed together when they tried to make out.
Dani straightened out her sheets. Having to bend over frequently to do so, she got distracted as her very long hair constantly fell on the bed, covering any wrinkles she was trying to smooth out.
"Ugh! You were right about long hair being difficult. I should have wished for it to be shorter."
"Wished? What are you talking about?" Sally asked.
"A little while ago, you said I'd regret having long hair, and you're right."
"I never said that. And I don't regret it at all."
"But..." Dani knew that Sally was wrong, but she had no idea why. She tried to remember more about their conversation about hair, but all she could think of was a memory from years ago. "I wanted long hair..."
"Yeah, you said we should try growing our hair as long as we could. That was five years ago."
"Right, right..." Dani held a thick lock of hair and stroked it gently, as if touching it would help her remember. "And you thought it'd be a fun thing to do."
"And we were right," Sally said, whipping her knee-length tresses around behind her with a twist of her head. "You don't regret it now, do you?"
"No, why would I? It's so beautiful and soft." She continued to stroke it, lost in memories of it slowly growing longer, month by month. She recalled the various styles she had worn it in, and the compliments she and Sally were always receiving.
Sally suddenly gasped. "Oh no, I just realized something!"