Three sisters

I never wanted a sister in my life. I would tell my mother so. And she says I would say it with authority at 5 years old. I guess I was happy with a brother present from day one. No sisters, thank you very much. I don't think I even wanted another brother either, but I never thought about that. The sister thing was enough. And yet now I've got three of them. It happened very quickly, and no they're not quadruplets, and I didn't even go looking for them. Funny thing is, they all have boy's names too. I have an Adrian, a Josef and a Nigel. And they proclaim themselves to be my sisters. And now, and only now, I accept gracefully. They know about Chanel and Louis Vitton. They know all about makeup and shoes. They know about Cavalli, and can make up a skirt in five minutes. Honestly. They can also upstyle my hair in less than that. They wear skirts sometimes, when the last time I wore a skirt was probably 15 years ago and I haven't got a skirt to save my life. They have one thing in common with me though; they all love men, although they seem to go for younger ones. They have a hysterical laugh, hell they are more feminine than I am. And that makes them sisters, only they think that the abbreviation for sisters is sissies. Strange thing this.