Ana teases our hairdos out, and touches up the makeup, then puts on clip on earrings for us, and gives us each a little locket necklace. Our shoes ar... black with ankle buckles, and four inch heels that are difficult to walk in. We each get a spritz of perfume.We are as twins, only Serge has blonde hair and I have brown."You are no longer Serge, if anyone asks," says Ana. "But don't talk to anyone. You are now... Svetlana." She turns to me. "And you are now... Alexi. And now we must go,. "Wait, Mark," he commanded. The situation was so grave that he didn't want Mark involved at all, if possible. He was too upset to be of any use. He moved in front of Mark, blocking his way to the door of the car."Get out of my way," Mark shouted, his eyes burning with rage."Not until you calm down. You're not going to be of any help the way you are now." We have to get her out right now," Mark said, shoving him aside. "Just how can you be so calm... Don't you care what's happening to. “Not a problem. Your table is the one by the window in the fourth row, are you fine to get there or would you like me to escort you there?” “You'd better escort us, I don't wanna get kicked out for sitting at the wrong table,” I said. “Wouldn't be the first time it happened,” he laughed. “Ok, right this way.” He walked us through the crowd of tables until we reached ours, which showed a great view out of the window we were sat next to. The host helped Rita sit down before handing us two menus. I grabbed a few of Dad's beers for me, along with few whine coolers for her. I waited for the microwave popcorn and returned to the living room. She was taking forever, but before I called to her, I finally heard her come thumping down the stairs.As I turned to ask her what took so long, my heart stopped. She was wearing a skin tight T-Shirt and a very small pair of black. Her panties formed downward into V under her belly button and had little red bow directly in the middle. They weren't quite.