The Clue in the Diary (Patreon)

Antonia D'Aquaro sat in front of her vanity. She was putting on the final touches to her outfit. Her sister had invited her to see a stage hypnotist. Antonia was very excited to go. She didn't have any plans for tonight. She was going to read another Nancy Drew novel. She loved them. She wanted to see how “The Clue in the Diary” came out. Antonia had been writing in her own diary for quite a while, although in recent times she had missed a few days. She could read the novel anytime. Going out with her sister would be a treat.

Antonia had dressed for a night out. She wore a chiffon floral off-the-shoulder tiered midi fit and flare dress. Although her dress didn't have any straps, the straps from her bra could clearly be seen. The straps were in a complementary color to her dress. Antonia didn't have much in the chest area. She needed enhanced (as she called it) padded bras to give the illusion of a full chest.

Antonia liked to wear shapewear under her dress. She was afraid that she was putting on weight and used the undergarments to keep her flat and rounded in all the right places.

Completing her look, around her neck Antonia wore a thin chain. Another chain wrapped its way around her wrist. She had studs in her ears and her final accessory was her shoes. She wore heeled sandals with a T-strap.

Once dressed, Antonia applied her makeup with care. Antonia was cursed with a somewhat boyish face. She needed to take extra care with her makeup to minimize this defect. Sometimes she wasn't totally successful.

“Ariana, how do I look?” Antonia asked her sister.

“Pretty good, but can I help you a little bit?”

“Thank you.”

Ariana had a more practiced hand when it came to makeup. Antonia could rely upon her to help her out whenever she needed it.

“There, pretty as a picture,” Ariana told her.

“Thanks, sis.”

Properly prepared, Antonia decided to write something in her diary. She didn't remember the last time she wrote in it. She should put down a few notes before going out.

“Dear Diary, Ariana invited me to see this cool stage hypnotist. I am really looking forward to seeing her. We are going to have a great time. I have heard the performer is really good and that the things she makes her audience do are a lot of fun. I don't know if she'll select me or Ariana, but I hope she does. I got all dressed up for the occasion in my beautiful strapless floral dress and Ariana helped me with my makeup. I'll look great on stage. I hope they pick us!”

After posting in her diary, Antonia became curious as to when she posted last. She turned the page and saw an entry the day before.

“What is this?” she thought. “I didn't write anything yesterday. Did I?”

Antonia looked at the previous day's entry.

“Dear Diary, I have such a great sister. She gave me a complete makeover. She entered my room with the most gorgeous dress you have ever seen. It was a blue flutter sleeves dress with a faux-wrap and a V-neck. The three words that describe it best are chiffon, smooth and sheer. Just lovely to look at and heavenly to wear. It had a self-tie sash at the waist and a hidden zipper in the back. My curves are not the best, but the dress was tight in the right areas and loose in others to make up for that. I just loved it.

I said a full makeover. I meant it. She spent what seemed like hours, making up my face as well as giving me a mani and pedi. My nails were already painted, but she put on extensions and a French manicure. My nails look so cute! She even waxed my legs and shaved my armpits. I never felt so beautiful.

When I asked her, 'What's the occasion?' She told me she was taking me to see a show. It was a stage hypnotist I have been wanting to see. I have read such great things about her. It's time to go, so I have to go.

I have the best sister ever!”

Antonia didn't remember any of that. She couldn't remember what she did the day before. It was sort of hazy. Did she go out? She couldn't have. Curious, Antonia looked for the entry in her diary from before the last one. She found an entry for two days ago.

“Dear Diary, I just got back. My sister had a pair of tickets to see a stage hypnotist. Her friend couldn't go, so she asked me. I didn't feel like going out, but she insisted. She said she didn't want to go alone. What could I do?

We had to hurry so I wore this long maxi-dress with long sleeves. I didn't have time to shave my legs. I was going to wear pants or leggings, but Ariana insisted I wear a dress. I'm glad she did because the hypnotist called on us. I really would have felt silly being dressed so casually when I was on the stage.

I'm not sure what happened with the hypnotist, but Ariana filmed the entire thing. I'll watch it when I get some time. It's late and I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed.

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, today, I went to the beauty salon and had extensions put into my hair. I love them! I don't know why I cut my hair so short before.”

Antonia didn't remember any of those things. She grabbed a hold of her hair and positioned it in front of her eyes. “These are extensions?” she thought. “No, it can't be. I've always had long hair.”

Antonia needed to read back further. Something was definitely wrong.

“Dear Diary, you are not going to believe this, but my sister wanted me to see this stupid stage hypnotist. She says I can get in free if I dress like a girl. It seems that girls get in free, and boys have to pay. That isn't actually true, it's buying one and getting one free if there is a girl involved. So as long as there aren't two guys one of the tickets is free. It doesn't seem fair.

I said 'No'. Like I wanted to go out with my sister, especially looking like a girl.

But she said she didn't want to go alone, and she really wanted to see this. If I came, she would get me the newest Call of Duty' game. She said no one will notice it's me, because I'll be dressed like a girl. I really didn't want to, but she started to cry. I don't know why that changed my mind, but it did.

She turned me into a girl. She worked on my makeup, she put a wig on me, and she pierced my ears. That hurt! She even put some nail polish on my fingers and toes. Pretty soon, I looked like a girl. I did draw the line at wearing a dress though. She put me in these loose-fitting pants and some sort of bra that made me look like I had cleavage. It was odd to look at myself. But I guess I did sort of look like a girl.

At the performance, I kept calling out that this whole thing was fake, in my best falsello voice. Then do you know what they did? They invited me to the stage. I pretended that they put me under, but they really didn't. In the end, I must have fooled them because the audience clapped when I exited the stage.”

Antonia didn't know what to think. She certainly didn't write this entry. It sounded like it was written by a boy. But she had to continue.

“Dear Diary, I'm going to get the newest 'Call of Duty' game. All I have to do is to see this stupid hypnotist with my sister. No, not a real hypnotist, it's a stage hypnotist. I looked it up, people like to see other people hypnotized to cluck like a chicken and do stupid stuff like that.

You may ask what do stage hypnotists have to do with Call of Duty? Well, my mom has this gift card. She says she'll give it to me if I go with Ariana. My mom said I have to get along better with my sister. That isn't going to happen! My sister wants to go and none of her dumb friends want to go with her. So, mom said if I went, she would give me the gift certificate and I can get what I want. I want Call of Duty!

All I have to do is sit in the audience with her. I'll probably be very bored. Who wants to see someone cluck like a chicken. It's all probably all fake anyway. But for Call of Duty, what the hell.

Oh yeah, I asked my mom, I don't have to talk to Ariana, just go with her.”

“Who has been writing this stuff in my diary?” Antonia asked herself. “Someone must be playing a joke on me. “I've come this far I might as well read the rest.”

Antonia kept reading page after page. Most of the pages were about Ariana. None of the entries about her were good. There were also a few entries about video games, sports teams, and music. They were the usual thoughts of a teenage boy and sibling rivalries.

Antonia finally got to the beginning page. She didn't find one entry that she knew she had written. This couldn't be her diary, she hadn't written in a diary for a while, but she remembered having a diary and using it.

The first entry began like all the rest:

“Dear Diary, mom wants me to start writing things down. I don't want to, but if I don't mom told me I would be punished. I don't know why I have to work hard; this is my sister's fault. I hate her. She's a god-damn bitch. She gets everything and I get nothing. But mom wants me to write about what I think of my sister. She can't punish me; these are my true thoughts. I am going to write them down. I hope mom reads them, then she'll know how much of a bitch my sister is.

Well, that's enough for now so I'll close my first entry with MY SISTER IS A BITCH!!!”

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