The Slumber Party
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Wiggins sighed as he struggled with himself over the
possibility that this probably wasn't the best idea Mister
Holmes had had. He looked in the bathroom mirror one last
time at the elastomask that had changed his features
completely into those of a young teenage girl, complete with
eyeshadow and lipgloss. He even had earrings! With another
resigned sigh, he checked to make sure the special bra he'd
been given was still in place, that his grey V-neck tee shirt
was straight and that his kneelength black skirt wasn't riding
up. Man, if anything went wrong, he was going to kill Deidre
for giving the detective this idea. With that thought he
walked out of the bathroom.
"Hey, no fair!" Deidre said with a grin, "You look
classier than me!"
"Excellent, Wiggins. A most interesting
ensemble you've chosen. I couldn't have done better
myself," Holmes said. Wiggins looked over at him and
did a double take. The detective too had an elastomask,
of a young woman with bright red hair pulled back into
a ponytail. His clothing consisted of black tights and
a dark blue pullover sweater. He had on a pair of ankle
boots to complete the look.
"Erm, thanks...I think."
Holmes chuckled. "Now, now, lad, it's not that
bad. However we do have one more thing -- or two more, in
your case." He handed the boy a pair of black combat
boots and a small, round electronic device.
Wiggins put the combat boots on, and attached
the device to his neck, just under the elastomask. "I
guess we're all ready now..uh...gee, this thing really
works good!" His voice was a few octaves higher, and
had a longer drawl to it.
"It does at that," Holmes said, his own voice
quite a bit more feminine.
"Boy, that's scary."
"Now," Holmes continued, ignoring Deidre's
comment, "We must set our story straight, then go
on to Deidre's house so that she can get her overnight
bag. I already have ours put together by the door. I am
Sheryl Holder, and you are my foster daughter Wilhelmina
Black. I've known Deidre's parents for years, and you've
just come over from America."
"Right," Deidre said, "And, since Alice was nice
enough to give me this invitation, I thought it would be
a good chance to let you meet some new people."
"I got it. I wish I didn't..."
Holmes patted Wiggins on the back, then walked
over to the door. "Coming, you two?"
Deidre giggled and followed. Wiggins closed his
eyes for a moment then did the same, grabbing his overnight
bag as he walked out the door after them.
Several minutes later, he stood nervously at the
door of Alice's mansion. Deidre was saying something to him,
but his mind wouldn't register the words. Too many things
could go wrong with this, and there was the added fact that
Inspector Lestrade was there. Though he was sure she'd break
into fits of laughter if she knew what they were up to...at
least he was pretty sure...he hoped.
Holmes knocked on the door and waited a few moments.
Then the door jerked open, and Inspector Lestrade herself
was staring them in the face with a baleful eye. Wiggins
held his breath, knowing she knew. How could she possibly
not? The jig was up and they'd have to leave.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, I invited her," Alice said, coming up from
behind, and pointing at Deidre, who was hiding behind Holmes.
"Deidre? You aren't really scared of me, so cut out
the act. Okay, so you invited her. Who are these other two?"
"She said that I had to bring a girlfriend and a
female role-model. I've always looked up to Sheryl, ever
since I've known her." Deidre paused to grin up at Holmes
who smiled back. "And Wilhelmina is her fosterdaughter. She's
just come from America. I figured, even though I can't stand
you preppy good-for-nothings, that it might be good for her
to get to know more people."
"Oh," was all Alice said. The girl shrugged and
walked back into the house.
"Female role-model?" Lestrade asked, "That girl...."
"I take it that means you were not invited here in
that capacity, then?" Holmes asked.
"Ha! The only model I'd provide for these particular
kids is what not to do with your life. The only reason I'm
here is because I owe a favor to Kaylee, Alice's older sister.
She helped me out in college once. Anyway the girl sprung this
sleepover suddenly, and Kaylee had a business meeting to
attend to, so I'm stuck as chaperone."
"I don't think I like your attitude," Holmes said
suddenly, "You make it seem as though all rich girls are
Lestrade for once didn't rise to the bait. "Most of
them are. The only girl in there that hasn't been most
interested in the latest fashion, or whose boyfriend has a
better hovercraft, is Jacey. But I already knew she had taste."
Wiggins jumped slightly. He had completely forgotten
Jacey was going to be here! How would she react to finding
out about this? He almost refused to go in when the inspector
finally moved out of the way. This was shaping up to be one
of the worst evenings he had ever had.
TO BE CONTINUED
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