He showed them the assignment in the book with instructions to draw his ideal Champion Girl spouse and with trepidation shared among the three, he opened the artbook to the other drawing. He did this one in a more realistic portrait style. However, he very slightly exaggerated every subtle difference the twins themselves saw every time they both looked in a mirror. Now they popped out and were highlighted in detail making them look ever so slightly more distinct. There was no doubt, it was something nobody had ever done. Not even Shawna himself in his little comic book. He had drawn them as identical where they were identical and unique where they were unique. It was distinct enough that even a stranger could use it to tell them apart if they had it as a guide without needing the birthmark.
He drew them standing up for him in the Cuddleball Coliseum in their Space Camp uniforms with stomachs both covered. Their hands pointed defiantly in the sky. He labeled one Karen and he labeled one Diane. He laughed, knowing that at the time he had failed to tell them apart when they had then turned around to help him off the stool. Now he knew he would never fail to tell them apart again. Now he could consciously see what his subsconscious alone had previously picked up on.
It wouldn’t be possible to draw them like that out of fear. It was like what Little Miss Antonia had kept saying about cooking and family. When the twins looked at the drawing, it was nourishment for the soul. Sharing and creativity was a gift that brought true friends and family closer together. If you were open and genuine enough to bare your soul with an audience small or large, you could take that pain you feel inside of you, or that love and joy, and you could make it physical and real so people could see it and share in it. And when you take the pain out of yourself that way, and you see people can understand and empathise, well it starts to hurt a little less.
The three hugged tightly.
“Are you suggesting, Shawny, what I think you are?” Karen, the one with the slightly quirky smile that always hid a hint of a laugh just under the surface asked.
“Why not?” Shawna asked. “They’re short on Prissy Princesses anyway. Either they share or the Champion Girls find someone from, well, outside. They won’t like that. It’ll cause trouble. They’ve been promised Prissy Princesses who know what their Regal Responsibilities are and are fully ready to take them on, for real. Uncorrected men aren’t ready for that, even the ones who think they are wouldn’t like it when they found out the Champion Girl isn’t playing games with them about it.”
“Maybe Shawny but,” Karen sighed.
Diane, the one whose nose pinched up every time she concentrated continued, “It’s time we told you the truth, Shawny, about why we bullied you.”
Karen nervously nodded.
They spoke together. “We were fighting over you.”
“We didn’t want to share, we were jealous of each other,” Karen went on.
Diane continued, “And it was splitting us apart.”
Karen went on, “So we kind of…”
Diane added, “Took it out on you. If we played nasty tricks on you instead of each other, well, it was just easier for us. You mean the world to both of us, Shawny. But we can’t share your love that way. Sharing a best friend is one thing, sharing that kind of love is something else.”
Karen added, “So when Nana reminded us how horrible we were being to you the night of your Prissy Princess Special Ceremony, we knew we had to find a different solution.”
The twins looked embarrassed. “We flipped a coin, Shawny. One of us agreed to get over you and actually has their eye on someone else, one of us gets to have you.”
“Don’t I get a say on this?” he asked, upset. “Which one of you is over me?” he asked, somehow a little offended despite the bizarre situation.
“You can’t even tell your two best mates apart?” Karen asked, deflecting with a weak smile.
They sat down together. Shawna started to draw again. As he drew he realized he did know which was over him and which wasn’t. He remembered several months of closely whispered conversations at the lunch table because Karen was going on and on about this and that about Baby Miss Antonia and didn’t want him to hear. His appearance, his behavior, especially how she loved that he was starting to look and act just like Shawna right down to the hair.
In the first panel he drew Diane kicking a sobbing Little Miss Antonia while he was down. In the next he drew Little Miss Antonia being gently helped to his feet by Karen with a look of concern, not mockery or anger, in her eyes. This was the only time he had ever seen The Twin Tormentors in a fight when they didn’t fight together as a team. Karen held back, she didn’t want to hit Little Miss Antonia.
“I can’t believe it,” Junior Miss Shawna said as he showed the twins the drawing, “One of my Little Miss friends stole one of my girlfriends. That has to be PPBB, doesn’t it?”
The triplets laughed together. Diane kissed him on the cheek and held his hand. From that day forward, at mealtimes the three of them did not sit together with Shawna in the middle. They sat with Shawna and Antonia in the middle and Karen and Diane each on the outside with their future Prissy Princess spouse close by their side. The triplets had become the quadruplets.
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THE MOST IMPORTANT RESPONSIBILITY OF A PRISSY MISS IS TO LEARN HOW TO BE THE PERFECT PRISSY MRS. FOR YOUR FUTURE CHAMPION GIRL SPOUSE. YOUR CHAMPION GIRL SPOUSE WILL BE JUDGED BY HOW WELL HER PRISSY MRS. KEEPS HER HOME.
Champion Girls work very hard in difficult fields, as a Prissy Mrs. your role is to support your Champion Girl spouse and make sure your home is a happy and comfortable space. A Prissy Princess Dream Extreme Prissy Mrs. is an idyllic oasis of shade and comfort and rest for his Champion Girl spouse. Your Champion Girl spouse will sacrifice herself for you and your children, whether Champion Girls or Prissy Princesses, every day in a harsh world. In your Prissy Princess Dream Extreme workbook, write about the most important things you can do to support your Champion Girl spouse. In your Prissy Princess Dream Extreme art book, draw a picture of an idyllic family scene. :D