I was 13, about 10 a.m. on a nice summer day. Wearing a full outfit of my older sister's clothes. She was supposed to have gone swimming with her friends. I was in the bathroom, trying to put on some mascara, when I heard the front door slam, and heard her running up the stairs. I quickly closed and locked the door, she, yelling for me to get out of the bathroom because she 'had to go'. Panic sets in, I stripped, wrapped all her clothes in a towel and dumped it out the window. Clean my face, wrap another towel around my waist, and open the door. She shoves me out of the bathroom and locks the door and does her business, while I hurried down stairs, out the back door and collect the clothes.