Dear brother?

Dolls

"Sister? Can I come in?" A soft voice called out, and you knew it was your little brother.  You were about 8 years old, your brother was  about 2 years younger than you. You had both recently moved, and your parents told you that it was possible to make new friends where you were moving.  You didn't have friends where you lived...  Unless you count the spirits who haunted your home, you could see them...  This new house didn't have any spirits,  It was void and silent.

 Quietly you call out to your brother. "Yeah, come on in." You two weren't like normal siblings, you both relied on one another for company.  He opened the door, shutting it behind him and running over.  He climbed on your bed and looked at you expectantly... It took you a moment then you smiled, you stood up grabbing a box with little dolls. You walk over and set it down next to you and him. You took out one of the dolls; your favorite. He took out several, then chose one.  Putting the rest away, you watched,  in his hands was a female doll.  Dressed up in a pretty dress and heels. Long brown hair an a pale white face. 

 You look at your brother, his stunning blue eyes, blonde hair, cut too short for his liking, his little grin as he looked at the dolls... And you realized he was wearing  a set of your nightclothes. "Bro-bro?" You say softly,  he seems to flinch just slightly. "Mhm sis?" He replied, an you tilted your head. "Are those my-" he cut you off, his voice quiet. "Clothes? Yes."  You smile,  being the 8 year old you are. You take his hand and pull him to your closet.

 "Wanna play dress up?  I've got some old dresses that would defiantly fit you." His face breaks out in a wide smile, and he nods. "What about the earrings and necklaces our aunt got you, can we use those too?" You nod smiling.  You reach up and grab a dress,  he does the same and you hold it out to each other, giggling to yourselves...  You both change into the dresses,  your brother twirling around with a huge grin  on his lips.

You smile running over to him, and tugging him to the mirror,  suddenly his grin vanishes and he stares at his reflection.  He frowns and tugs at his short hair,  your dad had made him get a buzz cut saying kids at school would tease him if he had long  hair.  He cried that day,  now he was tugging at his short hair...  Then you got an idea,  you walked over to your desk.  Grabbed a pair of scissors, handing them to your brother. Then started to braid your long hair. Hair that reached a little further than your butt,  You smiled at your brother when you finished.

He looked confused and you reached for the scissors,  then closed your eyes;  cutting off the long braid,  your hair fell loose and softly around your face,  uneven and short.  You started to cut the sides making it short all the way around.  Your brother stood,  his mouth open wide...  Slowly picking up the braid of hair.

"Sis...  Mommy and Daddy are gonna be so mad with you..."  His voice was fragile and scared,  you turn to look at him.  "Bro-Bro.  It's not fair for them to make you cut your hair,  So now its better." You smile at him,  holding your hand out and taking the hair.  You set it on your desk and twirl around,  it felt like a weight had been lifted,  your head felt so light.  Not to mention free,  you shook out your uneven hair and smiled at your brother.

He smiled back at you.

'In 1 and three breast implants,  there is a goldfish in  it.'

'They are called "tit fish"'

'It lives off the cells that your body produces'

And my best freind is the one who specifically wants a breast implant because they want a 'tit fish'

Hope this made you laugh, or smile.  Also, these are real.  I'm done.