She opened her eyes briefly. "Simon", she slurred, "I came over to pack a few of my things and then waited to talk to you. I found a bottle of wine in... the fridge. I hope you don`t mind".She thought I was Simon! Well....... we are twins and, although not identical, we do look very similar. And, after all, this is Simon`s flat. With that, together with her drunken stupor, I suppose she could be forgiven for making a error of identification."Simon", she went on, "I want to us to make up. I`m sorry. Mom: you’re right it would be easy to manage single one.Sister: we don’t have any other option we have to make Susheel stay away from home all night.Mom: you’re right but how. What should we tell him? He’s sticking to the home all the time.Sister: Tell him to go somewhere and come in the morningMom: if he ask why what should I tellSister: hmm I don’t knowMom: let’s plan it later. First make the arrangements, choose what you’ll wear. I wear this short tight skirt.I cursed myself for not seeing. With all the hands I could feel I seemed to drift on to the mattress. I looked through blurred eyes at three shapes, as my body convulsed in to another spasm they seemed to descend on me, a muffled voice said, "Right we've wanted long enough to have this one let's have some fun, get her clothes off."I felt fingers on my blouse, then on my skirt, buttons were being pulled from the holes, my blouse and bodice were roughly pulled down my arms. In my bemused state I tried to move but my hands were. No one would read me. I looked that good. And who would know who I was? The lessons continued every waking hour. How to walk. How to speak, and conduct myself. Heather and Jane seemed to stick together. When Mary was not able to teach me , they took over the duties. And they were very good at teaching. "After all, being female is a state of mind", Jane said. "Attitude is everything. If you learn anything else, get the attitude that you OWN your space and be comfortable with yourself. When you.