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I Never Planned on Mandy - Chapter I by Tabitha The ironic thing of all was that Brian had not even been interested in going to the party at Nick's house anyhow. However, when he overheard his sister, Louise, talking to her friend Michelle about it, he had decided to prevent her going. At fourteen, Brian was a bright but socially unnoticeable individual. It was not that he was unable to make friends or get involved in activities - he was after all one of the school's top chess players and on the debating team - but that he was always thinking about the future consequences of actions. As a smaller child, he had refrained from climbing trees with his peers, in case of falling, or swimming at the nearby lake in case of getting into difficulties. Similarly, he turned his nose up at any tomfoolery, as it only diminished other people's opinion of you. Thinking about it later, he could never decide if his intention of preventing his sister attending the party was as a result of wishing to preserve her reputation (Nick's parties were notorious as the scene of some rather risqu? misbehavior) or to prevent her from enjoying the fun that he denied himself. He liked to think it was the former, but rather doubted it. Nick's party fell on the Saturday night, when their parents would be at the Henderson's, playing bridge, drinking gin and tonic and bemoaning their jobs. Whilst they did not mind their offspring going out on Saturday nights, they did insist that they were home by 10:45pm, an arbitrary time that made them feel like responsible parents (they themselves did not get back until about 1am). Had Louise wished to enjoy the party's dubious delights, then she would have had to either tell her parents where she was going (with Brian filling in the more reprehensible details about Nick's parties) so that they could arrange a `babysitter' for Brian (they didn't believe children under sixteen should be left alone) or come home before all the fun really got going, so that she would be home by curfew time in case they rang to check up on their progeny. The only other alternative would be if Louise took Brian along with her. For some reason though, bringing your kid brother to a party has never seemed especially cool. At first when Brian confronted her about taking him along to the party, Louise reacted with the careful deliberation and poise possessed by all older sisters; she snarled, swore and threatened violence, before storming out of the room. Brian smiled at all this, telling himself that she would thank him one day for protecting her from getting a reputation. It was probably this ability to indulge in self-delusion that made him overlook just how downright cunning and cruel his sister could be when she put her mind to it. It was not until Saturday morning that Brian discovered that his sister had decided to agree to his demand. Brian passed his father at the breakfast table, the latter just departing it as the former sat down. Fiddling with his pipe, and picking up his golf cap, Brian's father said, `Your sister tells me that the pair of you are going to a school dance tonight.' Taken back by this sudden new information, Brian did not even think to point out the inaccurate description of the evening's function. Brian's father believed deeply in the importance of family bonding and communications, and as such rarely bothered to listen to anything his family might actually say to him. `It's good to see the two of you spending time together. Family is important. I remember when I was growing up. Going to the movies or theater with my siblings.' he rambled on. A loud honk from the front of the house broke through the father-son dialogue (or rather monologue, as dialogue does involve both parties being able to get a word in). `Hell, is that Vernon already,' cursed Brian's father as he correctly guessed the identity of the honker to be his golf partner. `The old fool gets earlier and earlier by the week. Anyhow son, have fun tonight. Your mother and I will be over at the Henderson's for bridge, so if you need picking up from the school, give us a call over there will you.' Needless to say, Brian's father got incredibly ratty if any of his brood called for a lift home whilst he was out playing bridge. As he watched his father's retreating figure, Brian was rather unsure of himself. He had been certain that Louise would miss the party and spend a month sulking rather than take him along. He half suspected that she intended to go by herself, and risk having him call their parents. However, at six-thirty that evening, Louise - who had been out shopping with Michelle for most of the day - stuck her head around Brian's door and said `Are you getting ready, we're off in an hour.' Brian who had been carefully cataloguing his collection of die-cast model soldiers was rather taken back, and asked, `So you are taking me with you?' Louise frowned, `Look,' she said, `I have no more desire to take you to Nick's party tonight than I would any other social leper. But if it's the only way I can go, then I guess I have to. Three ground rules though: One, we go together, we split up, we meet up again to go home; two, you don't spend the whole time preaching to people about how badly considered their lifestyles are; and three, you don't tell people you are my brother.' The last point seemed rather senseless to Brian, who did not realize how faceless he was to most of his sister's friends and acquaintances. Brian was now in a quandary. His sister had called his bluff. If he pulled out of going now, then he would have little or no leverage with her in the future when she wished to do something he disapproved of; however, he had little real desire to attend the party, particularly if something untoward might happen involving him. Quite why any of his sister's friends would consider indulging in something untoward with him did not cross his mind. `Right,' said Brian, `that seems fair enough. I will be ready for seven thirty. And as I am going to be there, please try and refrain from any behavior that might give our family name a sullied reputation.' Louise smiled that sweet smile that only as they get older do males realize means that they are going to be a grade-A bitch. `Certainly, oh brother of mine. I'll refrain if you will.' With that she left. Getting ready for a teenage party was a new experience for Brian, but drawing upon his familiarity with other functions that he attended (such as chess tournaments) he opted for some dark gray trousers, a light checked shirt, a tie and a sweater (in case it was cold at Nick's house or if the party moved outside). With his hair neatly combed and his shoes shined, he was ready for the party at seven thirty on the dot. To his surprise, his sister's outfit was not exceptionally outr?. The dark blue blouse above a flared calf length black skirt was not particularly promiscuous even by Brian's standards. Even her shoes, with a sensible inch and a half heel, were reasonable. Their father was busy shouting into his mobile phone when they left (he worked in marketing) but their mother bade them have fun and not be home too late (as a special privilege, they had been told that they could stay out until 11:15pm if they came straight home from the dance). Louise already had a car (her mother's old Toyota), and she drove them over to Michelle's house with hardly a word passing between the two siblings. `Wait here,' Louise told Brian, `I'll just get Michelle.' Brian watched his sister get out of the car and walk up to Michelle's parent's house, its windows darker than he would have expected at this time of the evening. He saw Louise knock, and, to her evident surprise, the door moved inwards a fraction. He watched her push it open, and look inside hesitantly, apparently calling Michelle's name, though he could not hear through the car window. A few moments later, Louise ran back to the car in a panic, pulling open Brian's door, and beseeching him to come with her. Not quite sure of what had happened, Brian followed, apprehensive in case there was some danger (he would have preferred to call the police and let them handle it), but his sister was already running back up the pathway to the house. He ran full pelt after her through the door; an uncharacteristic rashness that only underlined how sensible his usual caution was. As the hands grabbed hold of his arms, he found himself forced to the floor, where, with a click, handcuffs were snapped around his wrists and ankles and a blindfold put over his eyes. It was only Brian's sensible decision to visit the bathroom just before going out (in case it was a while before he got the opportunity again) that prevented him wetting his briefs. He felt himself dragged up the stairs, half stumbling, half carried, and dropped unceremoniously upon a bed. A knee placed in the middle of his back told him to stay still, and he felt the cuffs being undone from his left ankle and then, much to his consternation, his belt and flies being similarly opened. At first Brian tried to fight back, alarmed at what this might mean, but the knee was forced even deeper into his flesh, and rational fear of the actual danger overrode the imagined fear of the potential danger. Brian's shoes, socks, trousers and briefs were all pulled from his prostrate form and the cuffs clicked home once more on his left ankle. The perpetrators of this action then repeated the process with the garments on the top half of his body, until he was totally naked save for the two pairs of cuffs and the blindfold. When one of his assailants removed this last item, he let out a stream of expletives that shocked even him. Whilst he might have refrained from verbally abusing a normal attacker, discovering that this was his sister, Louise, left him in a less than pleasant frame of mind. His verbal assault trailed off as he realized that not only was he lying there in a rather suggestive pose (that is, suggesting that he was a bondage fan), but that Michelle was standing nearby with a digital camera. `I wonder what Princeton would think if they were ever to see these pics.' smirked his sister, referring to Brian's preferred university after high school. `In fact I wonder what the whole school would think if they were posted up on the notice boards.' Brian drew back in fear, whilst not exactly a popular member of the school, he thought himself at least well respected; those photographs would make him a laughing stock for years to come. `Ok.' he finally managed to say, `You win. I'll go home, and you can go to the party alone. I promise not to tell mom or dad.' Louise smiled the sweet smile again. `Oh no, that's just it. You will be coming to the party with me.' Amused by the querulous look on her brother's face, she continued, `you see when you demanded that I take you, or else I would not be allowed to go, you pontificated that it was for my own good, helping me keep my reputation untarnished. You even said that if I could see the matter from a different perspective, then I would appreciate that you were right. Well, little brother, I thought that I might help you see things from a different perspective.for your own good of course.' `W-What do you mean?' he asked apprehensively. Louise just smiled, and she and Michelle helped him over to the vanity table. Despite the application of blusher and eye shadow and the wig on the table next to him, it was not until the two girls started to apply the lipstick that he worked out what they were doing. He started to protest, but Louise swiveled him around in the chair (the course material of the seat covering rough against his unprotected cheeks) so that he could see Michelle's computer, and the first of the pictures they had downloaded from the camera. He knew he had no choice. The wig came down to his shoulders and was a nice shade of auburn. Had he not known otherwise, looking at his face in the mirror, he would have had to concede that the person looking back was a pretty young girl, albeit one with a boy's body and shackled at the wrists and ankles. `Think yourself lucky.' smiled Michelle as Louise left the room, `If you were a bit more developed for your age, we might have had to give your legs a wax. As it is, you seem pretty hairless, so you should pass without any comment. `Now listen. Here is how things stand. Your sister and I talked about that rotten little attempt you made to keep her from being able to go to the party, because of all the terrible things that happen to young ladies at them. We came up with the idea that if you had to attend as a girl, you might just realize how stupid your ideas are. Heck, you might even learn to loosen up and have some fun.' Michelle unlocked the cuffs and put them aside whilst Brian was rubbing his wrists, the boy now too stunned to think of covering his nudity. Walking to a drawer, Michelle took out some undergarments and laid them on the bed. Crossing to a closet, she similarly took out a blouse and skirt. `Your sister and I need to get ready for the party as well. She'll be back in here in about five or ten minutes. You had better be getting ready when she comes in.' With that Michelle picked up the digital camera and departed, closing the door behind her, and leaving Brian all alone. At first he sat the stupefied, then, in desperation, he looked around for some male attire or at least something that would pass for male. Having no luck, and recognizing that he had no other real options if he was to avoid total humiliation, he resigned himself to going through with the two girls' plan. Despite what he had privately feared, the outfit was not particularly risqu?. The bra and panties had a satin finish and were a pale ivory color. Noting the distinct lack of filling in the bra, Brian looked across to the vanity table again, and realized with a start just what the two small flesh colored mounds that lay on the desktop were. Feeling rather uneasy, he picked one up between two fingers and a thumb and slid it into the bra cup. Despite his apprehension at touching the breastform, he had to adjust it several times until it sat comfortably. He then repeated the process with its twin, fine-tuning how they both lay until they looked right. Looking at himself in the mirror side on, he realized that he could probably pass for female, save for a certain bulge at the front of the panties. While not an exceptional size, his penis was surely more prominent than would have been expected from a young lady. He tried several adjustments to try to disguise it, finally pushing it and his scrotum between his legs. The panties held it snugly and pleased with the result (or rather, not in wild distress about a noticeable bulge), he put his hand down the front and tried to push his penis further between his legs. A cough from behind signaled the presence of another person in the room, and as he spun around he saw it was his sister, a smirk on her face. `Having fun?' she inquired innocently. He was in the middle of formulating a repost to this enquiry when he noticed her new outfit. Gone was the deep blue blouse and long skirt, to be replaced by a scoop- necked gold lame top and very short matching skirt. The shoes had similarly been replaced by ones with a heel about twice the original's height. `Come on, get ready.' continued his sister, `We need to give you some instructions about behaving and talking like a female before we leave. I doubt you want anyone to realize that you are just a sissy in drag.' Brian almost flared up at this taunt, but he realized that he was at a distinct disadvantage. His mind went into overdrive thinking of ways to keep from having this situation repeated. `Ok.' he said. `I bet you I can pass for a girl all night long. Tell you what; wipe that picture of me off of the computer, so that the photographs are only on the camera's memory card. Bring the card with you tonight. If no-one realizes I am male, then I get the memory card, if not, then you can do what you like with it.' Brian watched his sister consider this proposal, and was relieved when she agreed. If he was recognized as a male tonight, then his reputation was in tatters anyway, whereas this way, if he could survive the party, then Louise could never use the pictures to blackmail him again. While Louise wiped the images off of the computer, Brian finished getting ready. Much to his surprise, his sister had obviously not intended to make him feel too exposed tonight. The pantyhose that went over the his legs and panties took some getting used to, but actually helped hold his penis and scrotum in place. The blouse was a soft ivory, about a shade darker than the bra it covered, its drape tailored to accentuate the breast beneath and complement the slim body of the wearer. The black skirt was shorter than he would have preferred, coming down only about a third of the way down the thigh, and very flared so that it swished out as he moved. The shoes were similar to the ones his sister had been wearing earlier, and while he took some time getting used to heels, they were not too dangerous and he soon found he could walk comfortably in them. The next hour was taken up with some intense instruction on how to sound and act feminine. Brian liked to think that his quick success at picking up the correct behaviors and vocal tone was due to his high intelligence and ability to adopt to new procedures swiftly, but to Michelle and Louise, it seemed to just give them an excuse for suggesting that he was naturally inclined to enjoy such mannerisms. He kept his cool, and did not rise to their baiting; he needed their instruction if he was to avoid social embarrassment. At about 9:15pm, the trio left Michelle's home; Brian learned that her parents were away at a presentation, learning the advantages and joys of timeshare ownership. As they drove to Nick's house, Louise informed Brian that his name for the night was Mandy, and that he was her cousin from a few towns away. Brian accepted this role without comment. Nick Rochester's father was a self-made millionaire who, several years ago, had realized that it is highly important to teach children to fend for themselves and not to expect a comfortable inheritance. As a result, he had sold his construction company and he and Nick's mother were busy spending as much of their accrued fortune on foreign travel as they possibly could. Mr. Rochester's demand for independence in his son extended to leaving him pretty much unsupervised in the large family home. As a diligent and responsible individual, Nick recognized what a display of trust this was and the importance of not abusing it. However, as a guy in his late teens, he realized that this was also the perfect opportunity to have lots of friends around and drink and party until the early hours. While himself not much of a football player (technically he was first reserve for the school team but never had to actually play) Nick was great friends with all the jocks in the school, a shared love of excessive alcohol and hard partying making a deep bond between them all. His parties therefore were the place to be to meet all of the `in' people. When the two girls and their effeminized boy arrived, Nick was still sober, and greeted them warmly, welcoming `Mandy' congenially and saying that any cousin of Louise's was welcome in his `humble abode'. Nick led them through to the lounge where already a number of girls and guys * all seniors - from the school were dancing or chatting. Michelle disappeared into the kitchen (she was a regular at Nick's parties and knew her way around extremely well), returning a few minutes later with three glasses. The doorbell rang again, and Nick excused himself to let the next guests in. `Here,' Michelle said, handing Brian a glass of orange juice. `I didn't think you would approve of alcohol.' Brian took the glass without comment, but relieved that he did not have to argue against getting inebriated. He was similarly glad that his sister's glass was also full of orange juice (drunk driving is a serious matter). The three stood chatting vaguely for a few moments, then Louise made her way across to a boy she rather liked, leaving Michelle and Brian in an uneasy silence. Finally Michelle said, `Look, you can't just hang around me or your sister all night. You agreed that you had to pass yourself off as a female tonight, Mandy, so get out there and chat to boys.' She smiled cruelly, `But don't let them get their hands or anything else into your knickers.' Brian blanched at this last comment and stood alone, looking at the throng of people, as Michelle disappeared into the kitchen again. When she came out again, she paused only long enough to give him another glass of orange juice before heading over to Roger Jordon, the Football team's captain. Draining half of this second glass, Brian made his way across to three guys, two of whom he recognized as members of the basketball team. The conversation seemed to be about the sporting prowess of different types of athletes, with the third youth arguing that football players had to be fitter than basketball players. Brian smiled nervously as he reached them, and said `Hi'. They turned with broad grins to the shy young female, and one of the basketball players - Brian thought his name was Phil - said, `Now why don't we ask this little lady. Say, sweety, who do you think are the true sportsmen, those bullnecked football players who just throw themselves through their opposition, or basketball players who have to combine their strength and stamina with agility and style.' Brian blushed, and looked down and to the side, `Gosh, I don't really know, they all look so strong and able to me.' Silently he congratulated himself on the performance. Phil laughed, then said, `That's what I like to see, diplomacy. You obviously know, baby, that men don't like to hear opinions, only their own voices' The other basketball player shoved his colleague aside, `Where are your manners, you great ape.' Extending a hand, he said `Greg Jervis, I haven't seen you around before. New to the school, or just visiting?' Brian took the hand and shook it, batting his eyelids, `Just visiting. My name's Mandy Green, I'm Louise Green's cousin.' The other two introduced themselves, with the garrulous Phil kissing Brian's hand. As the conversation progressed, the talk moved away from sport (which Brian knew little about, but which Mandy was not expected to know much about anyhow) to where Mandy was from, her interests, their interests, and other teenage prattle. Brian found himself warming to his role, and he found himself becoming emboldened as the time went by, and becoming more confident in his female persona. The circle of new acquaintances that he was talking with changed as the evening went by, with people excusing themselves to chat to other people or to dance, and new members joining the group. Louise did come over and hug Brian and ask how `she' was getting on, but seeing that the fake female was coping ok, she moved away, hooking up with Michelle who had just returned from a small liaison with Nick on the porch. `Mandy is really doing well,' Louise said, `I've never known Brian to be so animated and open in a group of people before, except perhaps at the chess club, and even then he seems halfway up his own backside.' Michelle smiled, `You can thank me for that.' she said, adding, in response to Michelle's querulous look, `Those orange juice I've been directing his way this last two hours have had a couple of measures of vodka in them. The little prig is loosening up because he's tipsy.' Louise looked shocked, then amused, then, frowning, said, `Well I suppose it has worked, but only orange juice from now on. I don't want him getting drunk and making a fool of himself.' `What like sucking off some football player's dick in one of the bedrooms?' asked Michelle mischievously. Louise was taken back be the very idea of this. `No, I mean like forgetting to put on the act. He may be an annoying little shit at times, but he is still my brother.' `Don't worry, I'll cut out the vodka from now on. I don't think he needs it much now anyhow.' Looking around in the direction Michelle was indicating, Louise saw Brian being whirled around the dance floor by Phil, the short skirt flaring up to show his pantyhose clad butt to anyone who felt the need to look. What was a touch worrying, was that one of the football players - Kyle Hudson - was watching, a little too intensely for Louise. Louise knew Kyle fairly well, having been through the education system with him since grade school, and he was always a pleasant, well-mannered person. `Hi there, Kyle.' she said, `What are you up to?' `Oh not much.' came the reply, a half-smile playing on Kyle's lips, `I've just dragged Randy up to the bathroom so that he could empty the eight cans of Budweiser that he had consumed down the toilet; before that I had Karen Malgin whining about her latest hairdo problem, and before that John Garvick was bemoaning the coach stopping him playing until that shoulder of his heals up. Same old routine for a party at Nick's.' They both laughed, and Louise indicated Phil and `Mandy', dancing to Britney Spears and laughing together. `You seem to be watching that pair a bit.' `The girl seems kind of familiar. I was trying to place her. She doesn't go to our school does she?' `No,' replied Louise. `She's my cousin, Mandy. She lives about fifty, sixty miles away, over in Ankeny.' `I must have met her twin.' smiled Kyle ruefully. `Want to join them on the dance floor?' The evening progressed much as the regulars at Nick's parties expected. Various couples disappeared into bedrooms or other suitable places for romantic trysts, Nick slowly got drunk and became less of a respectable host and more of a lecherous wreck, and people lost themselves in the joy of partying and forgot that come Monday morning they would all be back in class. Brian had danced with several of the guys at the party, his butt being fondled by some of the less sober of the males, particularly during the slow dances when he was held in close, and vague invitations to sexual interludes were whispered in his ear. It was just after he, Michelle and the head cheerleader, Tiffany, had danced `around their purses' singing along to Gloria Gaynor's `I will survive', that he found himself talking to Kyle. Kyle, along with only a few `designated drivers' who took the role seriously, still seemed sober. He had noticed that Mandy was only drinking orange juice and, pressing the glass into the grateful fingers of the young female, he introduced himself as she rehydrated her parched throat. Brian felt giddy. He wasn't sure why he felt so charged up, and not a hundred percent sure he liked it. His nervousness had all but gone, and he chatted happily to this new male acquaintance, keeping his voice light and feminine and his mannerism girlish. Fluttering his eyelids and feeling quite proud of how closely Kyle was studying his face (which Brian now conceded was very pretty in the makeup and framed by the auburn hair) he asked the older boy about his role in the school football team. `I'm a catcher.' Kyle explained, `I get ahead into the opposing team's area and catch the ball when it is thrown to me, then try and get it to the goal line.' ` Don't let him talk himself down,' a very drunk Nick interrupted, his arms going around the duo's shoulders, the one that embraced Brian flopping down, the hand affixing itself to his butt as it descended. `Kyle here is the star of that team. You ask Roger, the captain. Without Kyle here, I doubt we would win half the games we do.' Brian watched as Kyle lifted Nick off of them and draped him across Karen Malgin who seemed quite pleased with this new development. Returning he smiled ruefully, `Ignore Nick. He's a nice guy but a terrible drunk. Shame really as he gets so much practice at it.' `So are you a star?' asked Brian. `In football there are no real stars. Take away the rest of the team throwing or blocking or kicking and I wouldn't exactly do that well.' The conversation continued in a similar vein for a while. Brian had never followed the school's football performance, but he had heard about Kyle before and recognized that the drunken host's opinion of the catcher was well supported throughout the school. While they talked, Michelle came by a couple of times with a strange smile on her face, and replaced Brian's glass with a full one. As the conversation went on, Brian felt less alert, and was not clear of just how much time had elapsed. Vaguely he was aware of people departing, and looking up to the clock he noticed that it was eleven o'clock. While several of the partygoers would be enjoying themselves until the early hours, in some cases crashing out in one of Nick's bedrooms, some had to be up early for sport practice, church or other more decent activities. Brian became aware that he and Kyle were dancing, some slow dance which allowed them to stand in close together, their arms around each other's waists. Whatever parts of Brian's brain were still sober enough to keep up the pretence of being female were having to overcompensate for the less reliable parts. So when Kyle softly suggested they go and lie down somewhere quiet, the normal alarms failed to go off, and Brian just smiled and rested his head on the older youth's shoulder as he was led up the stairs. The bedroom was the one that Nick's parents used as the second guest bedroom. It was a fair size, but the furnishing were rather sparse, being just a closet, a chest of drawers, one large oval mirror and a Queen-sized bed. Brian was having trouble staying upright, and he felt Kyle take him in his arms and lift him onto the bed, gently putting him down. It wasn't the first kiss that sent panic shooting through his system, sobering him up, but the first French kiss. As Brian felt the other male's tongue enter his mouth, and embrace his own, he suddenly realized the predicament he was in. Gently Kyle pushed him down onto the duvet, unbuttoning the ivory blouse and exposing the satin bra beneath. Kyle's hand cupped around the left breastform, and he looked at Brian with a smile that left the younger teenager terrified about what the football player would say when he discovered the truth. Brian half expected Kyle to realize that the breast was not natural, but the footballer seemed not to notice. With the buttons of the blouse two thirds of the way open, Kyle took Brian's hands and directed them up to his own chest, gently telling Brian to start opening his shirt, and caressing his chest. Whilst Brian complied, his hands shaking, Kyle started to stroke the other youth's thigh, moving his hand up and down gently, the side of the palm making contact, briefly, with Brian's crotch. Suddenly a knock rang out at the door, making both of them start. Kyle recovered first and, kissing Brian's forehead, walked across and opened the door. Louise had been a bit apprehensive when Kyle started talking to her `cousin' and her concern had increased when she realized how long the two of them had spent talking and dancing. Michelle's replenishment of Brian's drink - which she swore was only orange juice - only raised her concerns. When the brother had left to go upstairs with the football player, his head on the older youth's shoulder and his ass wiggling provocatively to the room behind, she realized that she had to act. Following them upstairs, she had paused, taken a deep breath and knocked on the bedroom door that she had seen them enter a few moments before. Kyle answered the door, and looking past him, she saw `Mandy' lying on the bed, her left leg raised up so that the skirt fell back down to the crotch, and her torso raised up on one elbow, her blouse open almost to the navel. On Mandy's face was a look of both panic at the situation and relief at who the interloper was. `Hi Kyle,' she said, `I, er, I saw you come upstairs with Mandy.' Recognizing that more explanation was needed, she continued, `I just thought that she might be a bit, er, drunk, and, er, something might happen.' `Don't worry, I won't take undue advantage of him.' said Kyle gently, `It has to be a joint desire. I thought he wanted something to happen as well.' Louise realized she was holding her breath, and exhaled in relief. She knew Kyle wasn't the sort to take advantage of a drunk young girl. She was about to say something else, when she collected her thoughts, analyzed what he had said, and responded, `He?' `I wasn't sure at first. I only really met Brian once. That was when they had that debate about the amount of money spent on sports, and I contributed.' `You mean you know it is Brian in there?' `I wasn't sure at first.' admitted Kyle, `But when you introduced him as your cousin, it clicked where I had seen her before. I must admit I admire his willingness to actually go out and socialize en femme.' Louise was somewhat out of her depths. That Kyle might be gay, bisexual or whatever was not especially surprising - the school football team was pretty easy going, and it was an open secret that one of the previous coaches had been gay. However, as she stood there taking this in, realizing that the Kyle had mistaken her brother's attire to be of his own choosing and looking across to the rather scared `Mandy', she remembered Michelle's words of earlier that evening and had a wicked thought. `The thing you must realize about Brian,' she said, a sweet smile on her face, `is that he is not as at ease with the cross dressing as you might think. I had to urge him to dress up for tonight and come here.' Kyle nodded sympathetically, `I understand, it took me quite a while to face up to my preferences as well.' `Brian wants the man to take charge, treat him like a submissive young girl. Always call him Mandy, not Brian, and be a little rough with him, he likes that. Also, you have to understand that Brian is not a hundred percent ok with being Mandy. He thinks it is wrong or deviant or something. Twice before he got almost all the way with a guy and then cried off. Believe me, I had to sit up half the night with him crying his eyes out and telling me how he wished they had ignored him and gone through with it. Whatever he says, he wants to please you orally. It's something he often dreams of trying but his nerve always goes.' `Well I don't want to force him.' Kyle began. `But he wants you to.' urged Louise, `Please, he is too scared to make the decision himself, you have to be dominant.' `Ok,' said Kyle, `If it will make us both happy.' `Oh it will.' said Louise, `It will.' Just before Kyle closed the door, Louise made eye contact with her younger brother. She gave him a smile and a little wave, and watched in amusement as his eyes widened in terror when he saw that Kyle was closing the door. As Louise went away, she had to suppress a giggle. Brian had forced her to take him to the party, so really what he got - and where he got it - was his own fault. Louise wanted to be home on time in case their parents called, and leaving some money for Mandy to get a cab home with Karen (who smirked when she heard why Mandy was not ready to leave yet), she and Michelle headed off. At a little after midnight she heard the front door close, and went to greet her feminized brother. His wig was messed up, his lipstick smeared and he was not in a talkative mood. However, he did insist that she keep her end of the bargain, and she handed over the camera's memory card, which he snatched from her hand, attempted to snap and then stormed off to his bedroom.