Jimma

Metamorphosis

“Since there is nothing better to do, maybe we could…I mean one of you could…”, Jim was hoping in vain. The girls got up swiftly and came back in a nutshell with hands full of robes, make-ups, balsams, creams and many other gadgets. He remembered his childhood and his elder sisters. Luckily he didn’t notice tampons and he was relieved. However they didn’t finish until the room was full of girly stuff, perfumes and wigs.

“What you want to do first?”

“First I would like to”, but a firm look from Johanna stops his request and he gives in. Whatever, do what you want with me, his body posture said everything. And they did. Adjusting the wig, this took several hours. Every time he thought they were finished, one of the sisters put a remark and it all went over again. Changing thousands of dresses, walking in high heels, nearly breaking his ankles several times and worst of all, make-up. “Do girls really spend so much time in front of the mirror. It was uncanny”, he was thinking but didn’t say anything.

“Now, you try. No, not like that. Look at me, look how I move my hand”.

“I could look for thousands of years, but I couldn’t do it properly”, hiding those words deep inside.

“Maybe it is time for a little break”, Loreen tried to intervene, but Johanna gave her a look. Jim thought he is only one reserved for that kind of mean gaze. He took mascara and put it into his lips, with Loreen laughing and Johanna grabbing her as if she was a doll, painting her face, spreading her mean look all around the room.

When it was time to switch on the light, Jim was as tired as he singlehanded dig a hole for an Olympic pool. At the same time, he had a headache as big as Oklahoma with his nostrils full of wonderful aromas which he didn’t like at all.

“I need a beer”, there was no arguing with the tone of his voice. Johanna brought him a can with a light smile on his face. “What kind of witchcraft is this now?” – He opened it but didn’t say anything. She gave him a little pill with a firm look.

“One each day, don’t forget. It is brome.”

“Also, vitamins and those”, Loreen was quick on her feet.

“This is goodbye for my masculinity, right?”

“It is the only way”, both sisters said it like one.

“Maybe they are twins, although they don’t resemble each other at all”, he was thinking, taking pills one after the other, enjoying cold beer and looking around the room, where tons of dresses, perfumes, skirts, lotions lay all over one upon another. He was just about to close his eyes and sleep a bit, when sharp voice is heard:

“Shall we continue, there is a lot to do, yet?”  - Johanna was standing above him, with her hands at her waist and Loreen taking another gown, pressing it with her hands.

“Oh, God, it must be worth it”, he said it out loud, spreading his hands.