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Elizabeth's Designs Belladonna '250 bucks,' Jason thought as he slowly raised the opaque, black tights up his leg. '250 bucks to dress up like a woman. I should've told him I'd do it for free, if he got the clothes,' Jason thought as he continued to think about the deal his friend Bobby had made with him. Jason hesitated to agree to it at first before eventually accepting it, but the hesitation was purely for show. Jason had cross-dressed in secret for years, but the idea of having someone else see him dressed was producing a different rush for him. Jason did not even care that Bobby could not even give him a reason for why he wanted to see him dressed like that. Jason was nearly sure that it would be a benign reason anyway. Even if it was not one, Jason was kind of intrigued. He wondered if his friend had a desire to hook up with a transvestite, or if he was going to try to blackmail him into being his maid. The potential disclosure of his dressing made Jason's member stiffen beneath his hosiery. Jason saw the clock on his cell phone and decided to hurry putting on the dress. Bobby's twin sister Maggie was due home from softball practice in an hour. He was sure that he would practically die if she ever saw him dressed like a girly girl. Jason drew up the side zipper on the dress as he thought about Bobby's beautiful twin sister. She was a girl he had eyes for, but never asked out. He was not really her type. She favored athletic men and he was more inclined towards a sedentary lifestyle. He was also always afraid that the relationship would go bad and his friendship with Bobby would be negatively affected. However, he still did not want her to think he was a sissy dressing up for her brother. He was careful to always project that he was a man to her sister, because that's what he thought she was drawn to. Jason would kill Bobby if he even told her about what they were doing. However, Bobby had promised to keep it a secret. That was enough for Jason. The two were so close that Jason was sure that Bobby would never violate his confidence. Jason worked his feet into the black ballet flats that Bobby had purchased for him to wear. Jason was impressed with his friend's choice in fashion. Jason had given him his measurements and everything Bobby got fit Jason perfectly. Jason began to wonder if Bobby was a secret cross dresser as well. It would explain their sometimes bizarre connection as friends. Jason put on the long, black haired wig, which Bobby told him was his sisters. He said it was part of one of Halloween costumes two years earlier. Jason did not remember Maggie wearing it, but he really did not care how Bobby had acquired it or why. Jason straightened out the wig on his head and started to work with Maggie's makeup. Jason tried to keep himself in a male state of mind as he did it. He was careful and deliberate enough to make sure that it did not look like he was an expert at putting makeup on. He refused to put the eyeliner on. He smudged his lipstick intentionally, and he left clumps of mascara in his eyelashes. When he was satisfied, he poked his head out of the bathroom doorway and looked into the hall. No one was there. He stepped out of the bathroom with his clothes in his hand. Jason turned towards Bobby's room and saw Bobby sitting on his bed. Bobby looked up at Jason and struggled to keep from laughing. He managed to keep it in. Jason noticing this tilted his head and smiled at Bobby in a girlish way, hoping to get him to laugh. This proved unsuccessful. Jason then put his hands on his dress covered hips, pouted a little and shouted at Bobby, "So, what do you think? Was it worth 250 bucks to see my like this?" "No," Bobby answered with a wry smile on his face. As he heard movement from behind him, Jason turned. Jason turned back and then turned back to stare at Bobby as he saw a flash go off and heard a woman say, "It was worth it for me." Jason turned and all expression fell from his face as he saw the woman behind the lens. Jason stared into her beautiful and soulless eyes. It was the woman he and the majority of his classmates most feared, the lovely Elizabeth. Elizabeth was the most reviled girl in the school. She was a mix of stunning beauty and sadistic cruelty. She left behind a trail of shattered men. Some of her former flings had needed counseling, and at least two had experimented with homosexuality after their relationships with her ended. She toyed with them, and when she no longer felt like playing with them, tossed them aside. Elizabeth turned and kissed Bobby on the cheek and said, "Thank you, love." Bobby melted in her gaze, before she turned and looked at Jason. "What a pretty sissy you are, my dear boy," Elizabeth said as she ran her finger tips down Jason's arm. "I'm not..." "Silence," Elizabeth barked at Jason's protestation. Jason shook as Elizabeth looked him over and took more pictures. She had evidence of him cross-dressing. Jason knew that no one would believe the truth about the story behind the pictures, if Bobby would not back up his story. Suddenly, his fantasy of being exposed seemed to be becoming real. The only problem for him was now he was sure that he did not want the humiliation he dreamed of getting. "Bobby, please?" Jason begged as Elizabeth continued to photograph him. "I'm sorry," was all Bobby could say as he watched Elizabeth moving about in her short skirt. Jason watched Bobby's eyes undressing Elizabeth. She had him in her clutches. He was putty in her hand and had gotten him to turn on a close friend. Elizabeth stopped snapping photo's long enough to ask, "I bet you wondering why we are doing this?" Jason nodded as she stroked his chin momentarily. She moved away from him and said, "We've been planning this for weeks. Bobby asked me out, and, well, I could see some potential there, but I needed something more since my parents left for Barcelona for two months. I needed someone there to serve my needs that Bobby can't satisfy. Someone to serve us both with a smile on her face." Jason looked at her. He was clearly confused, so Elizabeth elaborated in her high, sweet voice, "Well, you certainly have a servant's IQ. I meant you. You will be serving us with a smile upon your face, my darling, little girl." "But why me?" Jason demanded to know. "That's simple. You see, Bobby here told me how you look at girl's shoes and skirts even when they're not on a girl. It didn't take much prodding to get you into them either. 250 dollars to dress like a pansy, and you took it with only a hint of hesitation. Oh, and you're also 5'8" and thin, so getting clothing to fit you won't be a problem." "What kind of clothing?" Jason asked. "Oh, you know, a maids outfit. I can't wait to see you in it as you bring me a drink. Who do you think picked out what you're wearing now? And by getting sized up, you gave me the opportunity to get you everything I want to see you wear." Jason trembled as she finished speaking. He knew he was in for long term abuse. Elizabeth saw the scared stump of a man before her and said, "Now get out of those flats and into these heels," as she reached down and picked up a pair of shoes. Jason hesitated to take them from her hands. "Now, you stupid bitch," Elizabeth demanded. Jason nodded and took the red 3 inch pumps from Elizabeth's hands. He pulled off his ballet flats and slipped his nylon encased feet into the heels. Elizabeth looked to Bobby and said, "I'm ready to go now." Bobby nodded and picked up Jason's clothes. Jason froze. He wondered if they were planning on leaving him dressed up for Bobby's sister or whether they were they going to force him to walk home dressed like a young girl. Elizabeth looked back to him and remarked, "Come along, Jason. You're coming with us." Jason was momentarily relieved as he followed them to the front door. Elizabeth exited first and made her way to her car. Jason froze in the doorway. Elizabeth shouted, "Come along before I shout your name." Jason slumped as he hastily moved towards the car with Bobby not too far behind him. He sat in the back seat and sunk down as Bobby slipped into the passenger side seat. The car sped down the road and into town, Jason used his hand to obscure his face the best he could as they drove through town. He only let his face be seen once they reached Elizabeth's driveway. She led Jason and Bobby inside and directed them up the stairs. Jason was taken into a lightly adorned room. She threw open the closet and Jason saw what Elizabeth had warned him to expect. Elizabeth turned to Bobby who stood in the doorway and asked, "Dear, what do you think he should wear? The French maid's outfit or the normal domestic one?" "The French maid's outfit, keep the black tights, and get the black heels." "I agree. We are just on the same page, when it comes to the help, love." Jason stared at Elizabeth as he held the black French maid's outfit she had handed to him. Elizabeth shouted, "Get dressed." Jason pulled off his dress and heels and stepped into the outfit. It hugged his waist and the feel of the short sleeves felt odd on his arms. As he finished situating the outfit, Elizabeth walked over and zipped up the back zipper of his dress. She moved her hands away from the zipper and ran her fingertips down Jason's back and rear. Jason felt a tingle in his body. The feeling of her fingers on his body stirred odd sexual feelings. She bent down and reached beneath the skirt of his uniform. She felt his stiffened member beneath the nylon. She rubbed the gusset with her finger and whispered in his ears, "Don't even deny you like it." She then turned and walked away from him. He watched as she took hold of the 4 inch black pumps and told him to put them on. He put them both on and stood before Elizabeth and a smirking Bobby. Elizabeth turned away and reached for something in the closet. She walked towards Jason with two items in her hand. She finished off his look by tying a white apron around Jason's waist and putting a small white cap on his head. Elizabeth had no time to admire how she made Jason look. She led Jason out of the room and down into the kitchen. She showed him where the glasses were and the drinks. Then she demanded, "Bring me and Bobby glasses of Ice Tea with exactly two ice cubes in them. We'll be in the great room. You will bring us the drinks in there, maid." Jason did as he was ordered. He set up the drinks and carried them down the long hallway that separated the great room from the kitchen. Jason felt a momentary surge in his tights as he heard the sound of his heels slapping the marble floor. He was a maid. Not only that, but he was a sissy maid being forced to work for a demanding mistress. He had fantasized about it for years and now it was coming true. He entered the great room and handed the first drink to Elizabeth, who snapped a picture as she handed the second drink to Bobby, who was seated on the couch opposite her. "Do you like serving us?" Elizabeth asked. "No, I don't, Elizabeth. You know I'm..." "A simple yes would have sufficed. And for further record, my name is not Elizabeth to you. To you it's Madame. And you're to call Bobby Master. Is that understood servant cunt?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Madame," Jason remarked as he hung his head. "Now, maid, there is a recipe book in the cupboard in the kitchen. You're to follow the recipe entitled, Pork Tenderloin alla Napoli. The ingredients are the cupboards and fridge. While it cooks, you're to set the dining room table, and when you're finished cooking, you're to announce it to me and Bobby." Jason nodded his head and turned and walked out of the room. He followed Elizabeth's orders. He slipped out of his heels and slaved over a hot stove and set her table, while she and Bobby lounged on the sofas in another room. Jason wondered how long he would be stuck doing it. As he made the dinner, he had brief periods of excitement about being a lowly domestic, but it was always overwhelmed by the demanding nature of the work and fears of exposure. In his fantasies he was a willing participant. However, here he was just another one of Elizabeth's toys. Bobby was a willing toy for her; he was forced into it. As Jason continued to cook, he was able to finally think straight. They had him over a barrel. He was at their beck and call and he had no ability to gain leverage on them. He was sold into pseudo slavery by his own friend. A man he had trusted for years was just a viper waiting to give him up for something better. He could not believe his friend's stupidity. Jason was confident that Bobby would end up like all the others with Elizabeth. Jason had stayed away from her for a reason. Her beauty was more than outweighed by her vindictiveness, vanity, pettiness, and sense of entitlement. Everyone was either a stepping stone, irrelevant or a tool to her. Jason had even heard, her own parents had gone away to escape the child they molded. Now, she was Bobby's problem. That one fact was enough to put a smile on Jason's face as he put the dinner out on the table. He exited the room and placed his heels back on before heading down the hallway towards the great room. Elizabeth looked up and said, "I heard your sissy heels clicking on my floor as you walked in." Bobby gave her an obligatory chuckle. Jason exhaled and said, "Dinner is served, Madame." Elizabeth waited for Bobby to come over and take her hand. He helped her stand up and followed her to the dining room hand in hand. Jason looked into the room as they seated themselves at the large table and started to walk away. "What do you think you're doing?" Elizabeth hollered. Jason turned to face her. Elizabeth shot him a stern look and said, "You're to stay in this room, to serve us and make sure all of our needs are attended to." Jason nodded and entered the large room. He took their plates and served the food that he prepared onto them. He stood aside as they ate and carried on a conversation as if he was not there. He listened in, but he was in and out of the room carrying in drinks for them and silverware that met Elizabeth's approval, so he never quite got a complete story. As they finished eating, they rose from their seats and Jason cleared the table. Jason heard them enter the great room again. Jason tired of walking in the heels that ached his feet, so he pulled them off again and walked back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room as he cleared and cleaned the table. As he scrubbed a pot he felt breath behind his neck. He slowly turned and saw Elizabeth on the tips of her toes over his shoulder. He looked at her inquisitively as he turned off the water. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Elizabeth calmly asked. Jason observed the veins that seemed to be protruding from her neck as she looked at him. "What?" Jason asked. "Why are your shoes off?" She demanded to know. "I took them off, because they hurt my feet," Jason answered. "Did I say you could?" Elizabeth asked as her displeasure was no longer hidden in her voice. "No, but..." "Such insubordination. I didn't give you permission to take off your shoes in my house. You probably spread gay around the kitchen," she huffed before turning to Bobby and asking, "How can we punish him, love?" "Well, he always had a thing for my sister..." "Of course, call Maggie over here so she can meet our little maid," Elizabeth demanded as she swatted Jason on his arse. Jason fell white at her suggestion. There was nothing worse in his mind than having his humiliating experience shared with a girl he had long desired. Bobby nodded dutifully at Elizabeth and stepped from the room to make a call to his sister. As they spoke, Elizabeth just stared at Jason shaking her head with an occasional smile on her face. Jason could only squirm in her glance, afraid of what else she might do to embarrass him. Bobby returned to the room and said, "She's coming over right away." "Perfect," Elizabeth remarked before turning to Jason and saying, "Come with me, dear. I've got a surprise for you." Jason trembled as he followed behind her. Not more than three feet behind him was Bobby. Jason figured he was there to keep him from running off. Jason watched as she pulled a white leotard out of a bag and placed it on the bed. Then came the white tights, and then in another bag a white tutu and a pair of white ballet shoes. Jason thought that if there was anything worse to meet Maggie in than a French maid's outfit, Elizabeth had surely found it. Elizabeth motioned her head towards the outfit. Jason dutifully stripped and placed his maid's outfit, heels and tights on the bed. As he took hold of the white tights, he heard Elizabeth laugh at the clear excitement on his naked body. Jason dropped his head and started to dress himself in what Elizabeth provided. First he drew up the tights, and then he stepped into the leotard. He fixed the halter top strap around his neck, which was momentarily bunched when he first put it around his neck. Then Jason slipped his feet into the ballet shoes. He cringed at the string bow on the shoes. The tutu came last, and Bobby could no longer contain his laughter. Elizabeth turned to Bobby and said, "Let me get a picture with your masculine hands around his girlish waist." Bobby eagerly complied. Jason felt sick as the hands of his personal Judas gripped his sides, but there was nothing he could do. Elizabeth motioned Bobby away from Jason and down the stairs. Jason stood across from Elizabeth in the room. Elizabeth moved towards him and led him towards the door way. Shortly after he walked through it, Elizabeth boxed his shoulders and said, "The two of you look good together. Maybe later I'll let you have a go with him if you're a good girl." Jason looked back at her silently. The thought of being Bobby's plaything sickened him. Elizabeth placed her hand on his arse and said, "So plump, you should have been a girl." Jason was then led down the stairs and was made to await Maggie's entrance. Jason felt an eternity go by as he awaited Maggie's judgmental looks and statements. Any pretense that he was a man would be forever washed away from her mind after she saw him dressed like a prissy, little ballerina. Jason struggled to strike a masculine pose in his tutu, but it was to no avail. No matter how he sat, the white tights made it look girlish. The feeling made his member hard and he decided to sit close legged so that there was little chance Maggie would notice his excitement. After 5 minutes, she rapped upon Elizabeth's door. Elizabeth let her inside and Bobby said hello to her, before she was brought in to see Jason. As her eyes met his, his eyes darted to the floor. She turned to Bobby and asked, "Is that?" "Yes." "Jason," she said with more than a hint of surprise on her tongue. "He prefers, Tiffany," Elizabeth explained. That remark got Jason's eyes off his shoes. He cringed and placed his arms in front of his body. They brushed his tutu, which only made him squirm more. "Tiffany, stand up. Tiffany's got something she's wanted to ask you for years," Bobby said with a grin. "What?" Maggie asked with a glum expression on her face. Jason shook his head and remained silent. "Tell her, or I'll tell every body about your little dressing up," Elizabeth shouted. Jason bit his lip, stood, nodded and said, "Um...Maggie will you go out with me?" Maggie was stunned. She cringed as she tried to come up with a non-hurtful answer. She coughed before saying, "I'd love to, but it's just that...I just prefer guys. Not that you're not one. You're certainly a gay, I mean guy. It's just...I really have to be going. It was nice seeing you all." Jason watched helpless as a baby girl as Maggie practically ran for the door. The sound of the patter of her sneakers on the marble floor was a sharp difference from the sound of his heels prior or the soft soled shoes he was currently wearing. Bobby followed behind while Elizabeth smirked at him. As they heard the front door open and close, Elizabeth remarked with her eyebrows raised, "If you ever act up again, I will send out text message pics of you in your little sissy outfits. Do you understand?" Jason nodded. As Bobby entered the room, Elizabeth smirked and said, "Go and get changed back into your maids outfit. Then clean the bathroom, which is two doors to the left down the hallway, while me and Bobby go have a good night hump. The cleaning materials are underneath the bathroom sink. If you finish before us, you're to wait outside my bedroom door until we exit it. Then we'll let you dress play dress up in your boy clothes and take you home for the night." Jason got changed back into the maids outfit. He scrubbed the shower as he heard box springs creaking and moans coming from up the stairs. Still he kept at cleaning. He was determined to drown out the sounds of their pleasure with the sound of scrubbing and scouring. When he finished, he heard them still at it. Afraid of another round of discipline, he put away the cleaning materials. Jason then walked towards the stairs. He ascended them and moved towards Elizabeth's bedroom. He sat beside her door while moans continued to come from the room. Jason let out a sigh of relief, when only a few moments later he heard the moaning cease and a stirring in the bedroom. The door swung open and Bobby poked his head out. He saw Jason with his back to the wall, and he said, "Elizabeth, come quick." She scurried over and looked at the dejected boy in a dress staring up at her. "Ah, does the little maid feel left out. I can let you have a go with him, if you'd like," she said with a smile. Jason looked at the floor as Bobby turned and went back into her room. He reemerged with Jason's clothes and threw them at him. Jason picked them up and looked at them. Elizabeth sneered at him and remarked, "You may put those clothes on, maid." "Thank you, Madame," Jason managed to respond with some effort. Jason stripped and dressed in his clothes as Bobby and Elizabeth finished putting their own clothes on. Jason was called into her room and was relieved to be allowed to use Elizabeth's bathroom to take off his makeup, under Elizabeth's strict supervision of course. Bobby emerged from the room first and waited for Elizabeth and Jason to exit the room. She came out of the room with him and headed down the stairs. The two boys followed behind her. She opened the front door and let them out. Elizabeth slipped down the steps of her stoop and led Bobby and Jason to her car. She said neither a word to Bobby or Jason before she dropped them off in front of Bobby's home. Bobby looked at her and said, "Good night, I'll come see you tomorrow." "Yeah," was all Elizabeth responded before she pulled away from the curb. Bobby scratched his head and motioned Jason towards his car. Bobby walked towards his car and unlocked it. Jason stepped into it and stared at Bobby as he pulled the car away from the curb. Jason expected an apology or at least an acknowledgment. All he got was silence as Bobby drove farther down the road. As they continued down the road in silence, Jason exploded, "What the hell man?" "You're forgetting your place, maid," Bobby countered. "Place? You dress me up like a girl so you can black mail me, and we're talking about my place, my actions?" Jason demanded to know. "I'm sorry about that, but she's a once in a life time catch. You don't get girls like this everyday." "Thankfully!" "I know she's demanding, but I will hear no more of it from you." "Why is that?" "I won't tolerate bad words about her from the help." Jason stared at Bobby coldly as they pulled up in front of Jason's home. Jason sneered at Bobby as he stepped out of the car. "I'll see you tomorrow, maid," Bobby shouted as he drove off. Jason shook his head and entered his home. As Jason walked passed the kitchen, he realized that he had not eaten since the afternoon. He fixed himself a sandwich and headed for his bedroom. He stared around his typical high school boy's room and sensed that he did not belong in it. Teenage boys have pictures of girls in bikini's and sports hero's on their wall, not emasculated servants who had been stripped of their dignity and masculinity. He set his alarm clock for the following morning and climbed into bed. As he stared at his ceiling, nightmarish visions danced in his head. How long would he have to keep it up? Would they tell anyone else? What else could they make him do and where was the point when making sure the secret was kept was no longer worth it? The thoughts ran through his head unceasingly before he drifted to sleep. The next morning, Jason awoke to the sounds of his alarm clock. The sun shone into the room through the blinds over his bed and seemed to be a beacon of a bright new day. However, Jason quickly remembered what his life would be like that day. He wanted to kill himself for being so stupid. All those years he had trusted Bobby, he never realized that his friend could be such a snake. But he was what he was, and Jason was what he now was, and in his mind he was nothing but Bobby and Elizabeth's bitch. He was a plaything for Elizabeth to torture to her hearts content. Jason stumbled out of bed and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He looked in the mirror and saw the closest thing that he would see to man beneath that shirt. He walked into the kitchen and had breakfast alone. His parents had already left for their jobs by the time he had gotten up. He brushed his teeth and grabbed his school bag and headed for the bus stop. Jason was quieter than usual on the bus. He could not raise the energy to say two words to anyone. Jason tried to avoid everyone during the school day. He made sure not to speak a word to anyone. His only pleasure was derived from the fact that no one in school had seemed to have heard about what he had done the night before. Only Elizabeth caused him any pause. As they walked by each in the hallway between classes, he saw her mouth the word to him, "Bitch." Jason shook his head and continued the rest of his day in silence. As class ended for the day, Jason saw Bobby walking towards him. Jason sunk down as he neared. "Are you ready?" Bobby asked. Jason nodded and followed Bobby to his car. They rode in silence towards Elizabeth's home. Jason shook his foot nervously on the floor of the car. He feared what they would make him do next. Bobby parked his car in front of her home. Bobby and Jason exited the car and headed for her front door. Bobby knocked upon Elizabeth's door. Jason's hung his head, as he wondered what else awaited him. Elizabeth came to the door, but she put her hand up instead of inviting them in. Jason looked to her inquisitively. "What's going on?" Bobby demanded to know. "It's been fun, Bobby, but it's over." "What? Why?" "It was fun emasculating your friend, but its run it's course. I'm on to another man." "You can't do that?" "I already have." "I gave up my friend for you. I'm willing to only have you for..." "Well, I'm not. Bobby, you're nice and all, but I prefer someone that can give me a good fuck." Jason stared at Bobby, who seemed to sink in to the ground as Elizabeth continued in her most patronizing tone, "It wasn't for a lack of effort on your part. It's just...you're so small. You can't please me, nor probably any woman. Bobby, I swear it's like you never hit puberty. Now, if you want to see a man's cock, take a look at Jason's. It's too bad that such a sweet cock was wasted on such a girly boy like him, but that's the way life goes. He should have been a girl and you're barely hung any better than one." "What are you saying?" Bobby demanded to know as tears seemed to form in his eyes. Elizabeth responded slowly and deliberately, "We are over. Size matters and you're hung like a gnat. I would say it's been fun, but it was probably only fun for you and the sissy." Bobby stared at her with gaped mouth. His stupor was broken only once he saw Terrance. Terrance was a classmate of both he and Jason. Terrance came to the door and kissed Elizabeth and said to Bobby and Jason, "Look, I don't care what you guys were doing here before we started dating, but I'm putting a stop to it. I got nothing against you people, but I just don't like to see it." "You people," Bobby asked as he lifted his eyebrows. "You know, Elizabeth, what do they like to be called?" "These two? Fags." Bobby stuttered as he declared, "I'm not gay!" Terrance, smiled and said, "Elizabeth showed me the pictures. Your hands were all over him! You don't have to lie any more. She sent them to the whole school, so you better accept reality soon, Bobby. At least you're not the one, you know getting it." Bobby turned away from the door. Elizabeth smiled and winked at Jason as she closed it before Bobby could turn back around. Jason followed Bobby back to the car. Jason stared at Bobby as he seemed to be in a daze as he put the car in reverse. Jason checked his seatbelt three times as Bobby pulled onto the road. Bobby drove them away from the house. The two boys did not have a word for each other. Jason felt a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and satisfaction. He would be known as the guy in a tutu despite doing what Elizabeth said, but his treasonous friend was brought down too. Jason failed to notice where they were. They were not going to his home, but instead were pulling up to Bobby's. Bobby came to a stop in front of his home. "Why are we stopping here?" Jason asked. "I need something, come inside." "I'm not going anywhere with you but my house, after what you did to me." "We need to come up with an alibi that will fool everyone. Everyone knows she's a manipulative bitch anyways." "Apparently, not everybody, all things considered," Jason shot back with coldness in his voice that masked his inner happiness at Bobby's broken heart. "Come on," Bobby pleaded. Jason gave in and went inside. They sat at the kitchen table, and Bobby asked if he wanted anything to drink. Jason rebuffed him, "Stop acting nice. We're not friends anymore." Bobby nodded and said, "I know, I know." Bobby sat next to him and asked, "So got any ideas?" "No!" "How about we're bi-curious?" "How will that explain the pictures?" "I guess it wouldn't. But maybe it would..." "No, I'm not down with this anyway," Jason responded. Bobby smiled and slapped his head. He turned and excitedly explained, "The pictures are already out. We've only got another year of school. We might as well tell everyone we're gay. Then we go away to college and never come back." "That's not really a plan," Jason answered. Bobby speed up his talking as he responded, "Sure it is, but I'm obviously the guy in the relationship based on the pics. That's in line with Terrance's interpretation. That's how others will see it. We can get you a prom dress, and I'll go with you. It will be fine. We can make this work for a year. It's a one way street though. If anyone asks you, I do you, not the other way around." "I don't think so, Bobby," Jason remarked as he started to twist in his Bobby's gaze. Bobby leaned towards Jason and placed his hand on Jason's knee. Jason jumped up from the table. "That's it! I'm walking home," Jason shouted. Bobby looked at Jason with pleading eyes, as Maggie walked towards them. Maggie looked at Jason and said, "Did I just see and hear my brother try to pick you up?" Bobby shook his head vehemently. Jason smiled uncomfortably and nodded. Jason explained the situation to her, and Maggie laughed at her brother, "What a bed you made yourself, brother." Maggie put her arm around Jason and said, "If you need someone to say that you're not gay, I'm the girl." "Really?" "Yes." "What about me?" Bobby demanded. "My darling brother that stabbed one of his best friends in the back, if anyone asks, I'm saying that I've known you were gay since we were children." "What?" "Oh, yes, little Bobby would parade around in my costume wedding dress and talked all about how he was going to marry Johnny Depp." "That never happened!" "Who is everyone going to believe?" Maggie remarked as she turned her head sideways. "But the pictures," Jason added. "Yes, I got them. You look uncomfortable, but Bobby looks a little horny in them. I'll just say my brother blackmailed you into them, because he caught you snooping around my room to find out my interests." "Why would I..." "To try to impress me, by knowing about what is important to me. By the way it worked, and we're going out." "Are you serious," Jason wondered aloud. "Yes and no. I'm going to tell everyone we're going out for your sake. We're going to play a couple, but after the whole you like to wear a dress thing, I'm just not sure I can handle that in a real boyfriend. I don't mind a guy in touch with his femininity, but that goes over my limits. I'm a bit of a tom-boy, Jason, so I kind of want a guy that's like a Tom and not like a Nancy." "Give me a real shot," Jason pleaded. Maggie was surprised at his audacity. It would have been almost manly, if it was not for the desperate emotion in his voice. However, she had given him a way to limit the damage of his situation, and he had the daring to ask for more. She was intrigued, "Go on." "Let me prove to you, I'm enough of a man for you. Please give me that chance." Maggie shrugged. She had nothing to lose, so she felt she could only reply, "You got it."