Fraud Versus Fake

One

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Hey everyone, welcome to the first chapter of Fraud Versus Fake. A big giant thank you to everyone who gives this a try, and I hope you enjoy!

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Everyone always remembers those girls.

The girls who would always wear baggy t-shirts to their knees and long shorts that boys would wear. The girls who would wear their hair unkempt, tangled and shoulder length. The girls who never attempt to use makeup or even wear some kind of accessory that proves to the world their feminism. The girls who possessed a face that makes passersby wonder about their gender.

Sadly, Reese Parker happened to be one of those girls. And when she found out in 3rd grade the resulting fate of going through middle and high school with a label like that slapped on her face, Reese decided to completely convert and pretend to be the gender that everyone assumed she was: a boy.

And so, sitting half buried in piles of blankets and pillows on her bed in the middle of summer, surrounded by her three sisters as they picked out her clothes, Reese realized she couldn't really complain, because everything that's happening right now, even if it was torture, was all because of her own fault and no one else's.

"No, that one is too old, we need something new, a little bit more girly, maybe with laces?" The low and water-like voice of Isabelle, her eldest sister, rang in the humid end-of-summer air as she watched, hands on hips, her other siblings dig through the closet stuffed to the brim with shirts.

"Laces?" Charlotte, the youngest of Reese's older sisters repeated, looking up from where she was scrutinizing the difference between the long sleeved flannel dangling from her right hand and the simple white t-shirt scrunched in her left. "Bells, even if you did move out for two years already, you should know that Reese would never own anything with strings, let alone laces." Charlotte shook her head in a faked exasperation "You expect too much from our poor, misunderstood, mistreated little sister."

"Her hoodies does have strings." Angelica curled up in the corner with a book in her lap thankfully no longer involved with the giant war against clothing, said quietly.

"You know what I mean Angie," Charlotte shot back, discarding the flannel in the growing pile of clothes deemed unwanted by the two.

"Well, I might have a few tops that our Peanut Butter Cup might fit in," Isabelle mused, turning around to face Reese's weary face, barely seen from the mountain of blue, brown and white pillows. So tired of the morning's frantic taking on and taking off of clothing, Reese barely raised an eyebrow at the hated nickname she always argues with her sisters for.

"Oh save it," Charlotte snapped, dropping the white shirt as well "Reese wouldn't be able to fit into any of our clothes."

And it was true. While Reese might share a somewhat similar face to her three beautiful sisters, their heights and the shape of their bodies would never be seen by outsiders as a family.

Reese technically could fit into Isabelle's clothes, with their similar heights of five eleven and five ten and a half (Isabelle never forgets about the half), but she can never give Belle's clothes the same aura that her oldest sister gives off with all her radiating authority.

And sure, she might be able to wear some of Charlotte's larger clothing, but she would never have the curves and the form that her other sister possesses.

And then there was Angelica.

With Angie's tiny form and petite bones, there was no way Reese would be able to share any article of clothing with her five two sister, aura and curves or not.