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Attitude Belladonna Tyler Fairchild glared at his cousin Erica as they listened to their mothers berate them. Erica sneered back at him as she tuned out her mother's admonishment. Wendy Peck caught the look on her daughter's face and paused before she shouted, "Will you two stop making faces at each other like you're five!" Tyler rolled his eyes while Erica sighed as she replied, "Yes, Mother." Wendy shook her head at the insincere tone used by her daughter. Sara glared down at her son's contemptuous look while he listened to her sister's words and felt her heart start to race. Sara snapped, "I've had it with you two. You're nasty to each other all the time and you're both acting out. This silly sibling rivalry has to end." "He's not my brother," Erica shrieked while Tyler nodded quickly, just as eager to deny that their relationship was any closer than it genetically was. While they were cousins, Tyler and Erica had grown up in the same house since they were three. Erica mother had divorced her father around the same time that Tyler's father died. The two sisters moved in together shortly thereafter to help each other pay their bills and raise their children. Erica was only three months older than Tyler and the two shared a mutual dislike that had grown over the years. While they had gotten along as children, Erica grew to resent having to share a room with Tyler's older sister, Sophia, who was seven years older than them. Erica wanted her own room by the time she turned eight, but she would not have it until Sophia went off to college. Tyler often lorded having his own space over her even as his sister seemed to favor Erica over him. Tyler resented both of them for that and often found himself feeling out of place as the only boy in the home. It did not help matters that his mother, sister and aunt all reveled in their femininity to a degree that made Tyler feel as if they were rubbing his nose in it. Sara was a dance instructor with her own dance studio two towns over, while Wendy worked as a hair stylist and beautician in a number of salons over the years. His sister was the apple of his mother's and aunt's eyes as she was the only one of the three children that was like them. Sophia was a model student who never had any behavioral issues other than the teenage angst she occasionally exhibited about sharing a room with her much younger cousin and her brother's pranks. Sophia was a long time student at her mother's studio and exhibited the maternal streak that Wendy and Sara expected other women to have. They often felt that Erica lacked that instinct, while they never expected Tyler to have it. Erica's behavior and activities were in sharp contrast to Sophia's. While Sophia had taken dance lessons with her mother, Erica had caused such a disruption as a child that she was able to get herself permanently removed from her aunt's studio. Erica, instead, played the sports that her father taught her as a child. She continued playing them into high school and excelled on the school's soccer and volleyball teams. While Sophia took great pride in her appearance and was every bit the expert with makeup that Wendy was, Wendy's child was almost as clueless with makeup as Tyler was. Erica also never hesitated to go to school with her hair in an unfashionable low ponytail while wearing baggy sweatpants or jogging pants with sneakers or Adidas sandals. Tyler frequently teased his cousin for looking masculine, but she only struck back at him in response. Despite his teasing about his cousin's personal appearance, Tyler was every bit as lackadaisical as Erica. He wore whatever struck him as clean enough in the closet and would head off to school with his long, and often greasy, hair pointing off his head in every direction. Wendy and Sara often critiqued their children about their appearances, but neither child gave much credence to their remarks. Their apathetic maintenance of their appearances was about the only thing Erica and Tyler had in common besides their address. Tyler was a lay-about who rarely gave more than the minimal effort required of him. Unlike Erica, he participated in no sporting activities as he never shown an interest in sports. Erica was far more aggressive than him and had been so since they were children. She was often prone to anger as a child, but she had largely learned to control her violent outbursts except when she was with her cousin. Erica knew that Tyler was an easy target. While they were roughly the same height, Tyler's soft, thin body was no match for Erica's conditioned and athletic frame. She frequently overpowered him just to show him that she could as she picked on him over the years. Sara and Wendy disliked Erica's bullying of Tyler for multiple reasons that they occasionally voiced, but they largely did not get involved in their children's fights. Their patience with the two of them had been rapidly waning, however, since they entered high school. Sara was distressed that Tyler's friends were increasingly becoming delinquents. More than a few had been caught stealing or vandalizing property, which Tyler interpreted as indications that his friend's were cool. Wendy, meanwhile, was upset that Erica was not displaying the kind of feminine behavior she thought her tomboy daughter would need to succeed in polite society. Wendy and Sara felt that their respective children's latest stunts, however, called for more punishment than Erica and Tyler were used to. They knew that given Erica and Tyler's most recent actions, they had no real choice but to more forcefully steer them in a different direction. Tyler had run afoul of the law after being caught spray painting a wall with his friends. Being the slowest in the group, he was the easiest for the cop to tackle. While the property owner did not press charges, Sara found herself paying for his misdeeds with money that she could not afford to spend so loosely. Tyler's vandalism and otherwise idleness made Sara sure that Tyler needed more structure and less free time in his life. Erica's suspension for beating up another girl at school, meanwhile, had confirmed Wendy's concerns about her. The disparaging, crude and expletive filled words that her daughter expressed while she physically assaulted the other girl had been caught on a cell phone camera and posted on Youtube after the incident. What the video revealed about Erica made Wendy more livid than the suspension. Wendy and Sara knew that Tyler and Erica needed a new element in their lives to correct their faults and decided that the two of them should share the same punishment. Wendy looked over her daughter and nephew's faces before she said to Erica, "I just want make clear to you that I've already agreed to your punishment with your Aunt, so don't even try to fight about it with me." "Fine," Erica shouted, figuring that her mother would make her start doing chores around the home as punishment again. Sara nodded at her sister before she said, "As you know, Sophia just graduated college. She's working as a nurse. She's living on her own with her loving fianc?. She never gave us any trouble." 'Well, good for her,' Tyler and Erica thought in unison in a sarcastic tone before Sara continued, "I believe that she succeeded because she had structure in her life. Something the two of you sorely lack." "Don't lump me in with him," Erica interjected. "Erica," Wendy shouted. "Mom, I play sports. I've got all sorts of structure. I've got women screaming at me all season about doing this and that." "Well, both of your seasons are over, dear. Maybe you need something to fill your time with now." "Mom..." "Not another word," Wendy responded as she crossed her arms and stared down at her petulant daughter. Sara then continued, "As I was saying, Sophia succeeded in life because she had structure in it. Now, you two are going to get it in your lives too." "How?" Tyler asked. "The same way your sister got it, at my studio." "What?" Tyler shrieked followed by Erica's loud protestations in support of Tyler's objection. "Settle down," Sara shouted. Tyler and Erica went silent as they stewed and thought about what Sara had just told them about her and Wendy's plans for the two of them. Tyler shook his head. His mother had tried to get him to take dance instruction as a child, but he outright refused to do so. Erica had been forced to take instruction with her. Erica, however, detested the girly-girl aspects of dance and deliberately misbehaved so badly that the class could no longer function with her in it, prompting Wendy and Sara to permit her to quit. Erica's mother walked over to her daughter and said, "I agree with everything that your Aunt just said. You too need dance." "I'm not like you," Erica retorted. 'That's for damn sure,' Tyler thought. Wendy nodded at her daughter's words as she replied, "I know, but I'm not going to let you end up in jail." "It was one fight," Erica responded. Sara interjected, "Don't even bother. It's settled. You two are coming to the studio each afternoon for a little training." "Mom? I'm not a dancer," Tyler shouted. "We can fix that," Sara replied while Erica and Tyler shook their heads. "Everyone's going to make fun of us," Erica then said. "I'm not going to put you in with the advanced classes. You two will only be taking beginning dance classes." "How many beginners' ballet classes do you teach?" Tyler asked incredulously. "Well, there's the exercise one for the older women and the more intense one for younger girls who's mothers want them to learn a little grace," Sara answered while Wendy nodded her head. Erica stared at her mother and asked, "That's the real story isn't it? You think this is going to make me a gracefully, little, prissy, preppy girly-girl..." "You should be more girly," Tyler interjected. "You'll never be that, but it can't hurt you," Wendy countered her daughter as she ignored her nephew's comment even though she agreed with his assessment of Erica. "It'll also give you a chance to show off your athleticism," Sara added. Erica rolled her eyes, prompting Sara to note, "You'll see when you start dancing. It's not easy. Ballet, tap, jazz, all the stuff you two will be doing is going to push your bodies." "My ass," Erica muttered. Sara ignored the comment, but Wendy could not, "Do not speak to your aunt like that. Got it?" Wendy's beet red face told Erica that she had no choice but to say yes. Wendy nodded at her daughter while she apologize to Sara before she said, "You will see that your aunt is right." Erica found herself unable to hold her tongue as she retorted, "Mom, it's just girly-girl crap for girls who can't do real things. Why do you think Sophia's a nurse? It's because she couldn't be a doctor." Sara glared at her niece as Wendy prepared to scream at her again. Realizing this, Erica made a hasty apology to Sara and her mother. As Tyler processed Erica's apology, he saw his mother nodding before she asked, "So, do you two understand what's expected of you tomorrow?" "You've lost your mind!" Tyler shouted at his mother in response. "Tyler, I will not have you speaking to me in that tone," Sara retorted. "I'm sorry, but, seriously, do you know what my friends would think if they saw me in..." "I really don't care," Sara interjected, shaking her head. Tyler threw his hands up as she shouted, "Well, they'll think I'm a sissy." "Big stretch," Erica added with a smirk. "Shut up," Tyler rejoined to his cousin while he glared at her. "Tyler, calm down," Sara replied. "No! You don't understand what they'll think." "I'm sure I do." "Do you?" Tyler asked. "Yes, they'll think that you're a boy taking ballet at his mother's studio." "You're forgetting the conclusion..." "Fag!" Erica shouted with a laugh. Tyler glared at her before he pointed to Erica and said, "That's exactly what they'll think. She's just like them." Erica crossed her arms and sucked her lips into her mouth as she breathed hard while she processed Tyler's unflattering comparison of her to his derelict friends. Sara smiled at Wendy before she said, "Well, then, son, if you're uncomfortable being a boy in tights, we can certainly make accommodations for you to be a girl in tights. There, it's settled." "What?" Tyler asked as Erica started to laugh. "You said you don't want your friends to catch you in tights, so we'll just have to make it so that they don't figure that it's you at all." "You've totally lost it!" Tyler shouted at his mother. "Totally? Ha, you're already a bimbo," Erica retorted. Wendy started at her daughter for a second before she peered over to Tyler and said, "Your mother's right. No one would be able to tell it's you." "How can you possibly..." "It's because of your frame. You're so thin. I mean you're thinner than Erica. You'd probably fit in with the girls better than her, and you'd certainly look more convincingly like a girl than Erica," Wendy replied. Tyler's jaw dropped as he listened to his aunt tell him that his body was more effeminate than his female cousin's. Erica shouted to her mother in disbelief, "Mom!" "I'm sorry, honey, but I just think that if we dressed you two up the same, more people would think Tyler was the girl," Wendy added, hoping to tweak her smart mouthed daughter a little more. Erica shook her head and turned to Sara and shouted, "That's not true, Aunt Sara." Sara could tell that Erica was looking for confirmation that her mother was wrong. She could tell that her sister did not want to reassure Erica so she added, "Well, I can get where she's coming from. You're just a little taller than Tyler, and you're more muscular." Erica cringed as she heard her aunt's words and tried not to shout as Tyler buried his head in his hands and shook his head, believing that everyone in the room besides him was utterly insane. Sara caught her son's reaction and said, "I'm not trying to embarrass you." Tyler stared at her for a second before he shouted, "Seriously? Seriously? You think that calling me girly than her isn't embarrassing?" "It's the truth," Sara replied while her sister nodded to Erica's dismay. "Well, what about this? How would this look in a leotard," Tyler shouted as he grabbed his crotch. Sara grimaced at her son's actions before she collected herself and replied, "There's tape for that and skirts for the leotard. Usually some girls wear them for modesty, even though a leotard's no more revealing than a swimsuit." "What about this?" Tyler replied as he poked at his flat chest. "A girl your size wouldn't have big breasts," Wendy replied, prompting Tyler to stare at her with his mouth agape. "And your aunt could definitely work her magic on your hair and face," Sara added. Wendy nodded as she replied, "Absolutely, he's got great bone structure. He'd be really believable as a..." "I don't want to hear this," Tyler shouted as he grew even more agitated by his mother and aunt's discussion of how feminine he actually was. "What's the problem?" Sara asked with a straight face. "I'm a boy, mom! I can't go around in dresses!" Sara shook her head as she retorted, "What are you talking about? You used to wear your cousins, back when she still had some." "Mom!" Tyler shouted. "Oh, dear, don't be like that. She had to know," Sara replied while Erica's mother cringed. "No, I didn't!" Erica shrieked. Wendy glanced over to Sara as she said, "I told you before that she's never been the most observant child." "You're a bigger pansy that I ever thought," Erica shouted at Tyler before she started to laugh. Tyler shook his head and cursed his mother under his breath before he heard Erica's laughter abruptly stop. "Wait a minute!" Erica shouted. Tyler peered up at her as she shouted at her mother, "This isn't about me at all. This is all about him. You want to give him some reward and dress him up like the little fruit he is..." "Erica," Wendy interjected. "No! Mom! Why am I being punished and have to go along with him just to make him feel okay with being a sissy?" "That's not it at all," Tyler shouted. "Oh, please," Erica retorted. "Both of you just shut up," Wendy interjected. Sara nodded at her sister before she said, "Okay, it's settled..." "But mom...," Tyler interjected. "No, buts! It's done! Understand this. This is happening, just accept it," Sara lectured her stunned son as her niece grumbled beside him. Erica got up and glared at her mother. "Not a word," Wendy said as she knew that her daughter wanted to scream at her in frustration. Erica shook her head as Tyler stood up. He followed behind Erica while they walked to their rooms to lament their fates. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Wendy picked Tyler and Erica up at school when the school day came to an end. She brought them back home while the two fidgeted in their seats, dreading what they were going to be required to do that afternoon. Shortly after they walked into to their home, they saw the chairs that Wendy had set up for the two of them in the middle of the living room. "Take a seat girls," Wendy said with a smile. Tyler hated being called a girl, but he did not object. He sat down on the chair furthest from the window while Erica sat in the other chair. They watched as Erica's mother scurried around the room collecting the supplies she was planning to use on them. Tyler felt a bit sick to his stomach as he wondered what he would like when she was done with them. Tyler remembered the unpleasantness of the morning when Wendy forcibly washed his hair with the special shampoo she had gotten to help take the grease out of his hair. Tyler was sure that girls at the school had smelt the strawberry scent that lingered on his long blonde hair. Tyler had also been teased by his friends for the unusual cleanliness and straightness of his hair, which Wendy had brushed out that morning. While some girls had said he looked better than he usually did, Tyler was not sure if they were just teasing him. Regardless, he was not looking forward to whatever else his aunt had planned for him. Wendy approached them with scrunchies in her hand. 'Oh, great a ponytail,' Tyler thought to himself as he shook his head. Wendy walked behind Erica first, and Tyler watched her. He struggled not to smile as he saw how peeved Erica was as her mother ran her fingers through her hair before she started to twist it around. Tyler thought that the style was odd. As his aunt finished with Erica's hair, Tyler realized that she was not putting his cousin's hair up in a ponytail at all. "What's that?" Tyler asked he pointed at the back of his cousin's head as Wendy began placing pins in Erica's hair to hold the bun in place. Wendy looked at Tyler strangely before she realized that he was the only one in the room who had never taken a dance class. A smile crept across her face while she answered, "Some call it a ballerina bun. Isn't it lovely?" Tyler shook his head as Erica rolled her eyes. Wendy sighed and said, "That's too bad, Tyler, especially since you'll have to wear your hair the same way." "I can't wear my hair like that." "Well, Tyler, your hair has to be tied up." "Like that?" Tyler shrieked. "Only on your ballet days. When you're doing some other types of dance, we can get a little more creative. You'll see. You'll love how your hair will look with a niece feathered scrunchie holding up your ponytail." Tyler face went white as he heard his aunt's description of what the following days held in store for him. Erica smiled for a moment as she thought about how ridiculous she felt that Tyler would look before she realized that her hair was going to be similarly adorned with accessories that her friends would tease her mercilessly for if they ever caught her wearing them. Tyler buried his chin into his chest as his aunt began to work on his hair. Wendy's tugging and pulling on his hair as she styled it into a bun felt strange to him, but he knew that it was pointless to complain any further at that point. Wendy finished placing Tyler's hair up into a bun and walked towards a bag of supplies. Tyler and Erica glanced over at each other, exchanging nervous looks before Wendy turned around to face them. Tyler looked at the weird sparkly nets in her hand as she approached them. "What's that?" Tyler asked. "These are bun covers. Just another level of protection to make sure your bun stays put," Wendy responded as she held black, rhinestone adorned bun cover in front of her daughters face. Erica turned away from it prompting Wendy to smile. Wendy knew that her daughter had not worn anything so unambiguously feminine since she had stopped dressing her. Wendy placed the bun covers onto Tyler and Erica's hair buns before she took hold of her makeup bag. Tyler was forced to watch Wendy as she put on Erica's makeup. She explained everything she was doing and told the two of them that they were expected to start doing each other's makeup before class, beginning the next day. Tyler smiled at how unhappy Erica looked to have makeup placed on her face. She never wore makeup, and Tyler knew that Erica was getting upset by the feeling of it on her skin. Wendy then turned her attention to Tyler. She repeated everything she had previously said while she applied makeup to Tyler's face. Erica burst out laughing a few times as she saw Tyler's lips become reddened with lipstick and as his light eyes began to be contrasted against the dark eye shadow and eyeliner Wendy applied. Erica was a bit surprised to see that Tyler required less makeup than she did. She turned to her mother and asked, "Why didn't you put that pink crap on him too?" "Pink? Honey's that beige. That's called foundation. You've got a darker skin tone than your cousin. He's got China girl skin. It's like porcelain. He can be much more natural in his appearance because he doesn't need to even out his skin tone." Tyler nervously rubbed his neck as he saw his cousin stewing at the fact that he had to wear less makeup than her to go out into public as a girl even though he was actually a boy. Tyler was not sure how he should take his aunt's description of his skin. Tyler was sure she was calling him effeminate, but he knew that making an objection to that description when he was wearing lipstick with his hair in a tight bun would likely strike his aunt and cousin as absurd. Wendy then told them to follow her. They walked behind Wendy as she led them to their bedrooms. They stopped in Tyler's room first. Tyler cringed as he looked at the outfit he was supposed to wear, which was spread out across his bed. The black, three-quartered sleeve leotard with a back strap and ballet pink tights were what caught his attention first before he saw the tape that his mother had made reference to the day before. Before Tyler could ask how he was supposed to hide his member, Wendy explained the process to him. As she processed her mother's directions to Tyler, Erica could not help but periodically burst out of laughing. Eventually, Wendy sent Erica to her room to wait for her. Tyler continued to blush even after Erica left the room as his aunt explained how he was supposed to conceal his penis and testicles. When she finished, Wendy rolled down his tights and told Tyler to get himself ready. Wendy walked out of the room with his tights still in her hands to let Tyler disrobe and tape away his member. Tyler struggled to follow her directions while he heard his aunt's muffled shouts at his cousin that he was sure were the result of her mocking laughter at his expense. Tyler finished taping himself away and placed on the pair of nude, bikini-cut panties that his aunt had laid out for him. Tyler then waited for his aunt to return with his tights. Wendy knocked upon his door a few minutes later. Tyler let her in and she knelt before his bed as Tyler took a seat. Tyler felt strange as Wendy brought the pink, nylon/spandex tights up his nearly hairless legs. The thick, opaque tights felt strangely soft on his legs as they dragged along them while Wendy raised them ever closer to his hips. Tyler felt his member stirring between his cheeks. The unanticipated arousal in the presence of his aunt made Tyler blush even though his member was safely taped away and out of view. Once Wendy moved his tights up his thighs, she told Tyler to pull them up to his waist. Tyler stood up and complied with her directions before she told him that she was going to help Erica get dressed. Tyler nodded as he turned back towards the bed and looked at the leotard. Tyler's eyes wandered down to his flat front that simultaneously excited and humiliated him as he thought about what he should have seen there. Tyler took hold of the leotard and placed his legs through it. He slowly pulled it up his torso and felt the soft nylon/Lycra fabric caressing his body. Tyler felt himself becoming aroused once more as he worked his arms through the three-quarter sleeves. As Tyler finished adjusting the leotard, he noticed that his breasts were larger than he expected them to be as they were ever so slightly pushing the bust of the leotard away from his chest. Tyler tried to put the thought out of mind as he placed on the black Capri sweatpants that Wendy had provided for him to wear over his tights for the drive over to the studio. Shortly after Tyler finished pulling his pants up, Wendy walked into the room. She saw the confused look on his face while he looked at his skirt and ballet slippers, which were in a pink canvas bag for him to change into at the studio. "What's wrong, honey?" Wendy asked. "What's with this thing? It makes it look like I have breasts," Tyler said as he pointed to the bust of the leotard. Tyler's comment surprised Wendy as she was sure that he was going to voice another objection about going through with his mother's punishment. "It's only showing what you got, honey," Wendy replied after a pause. "I don't have breasts, Aunt Wendy. I'm a boy, what's going on." Wendy sighed as she noted, "Tyler, have you ever realized that your chest is a little bigger than most boys your size." "There's only one guy my size in school..." "Okay, well, that might explain why this is surprising you." "What?" "Tyler, you have a 30A cup size." "What does that mean?" "You have breasts like a girl. As a minimal as possible to really get a bra, but still..." "Are you kidding me?" Tyler shrieked. "I'm sorry, honey, I always thought you knew. You have gynecomastia." "What the hell is that?" "It's a disorder that gives boys breasts, to differing extents. You have a minor case, but if you gained weight, I could see them getting bigger." Tyler clasped at the sides his head and felt his hair that had been pulled back. He stared up at his aunt and realized that she was telling him the truth. While Tyler had often thought his chest was a little flabby, he was shocked that there were girls with the same size chest as him. As Tyler continued to stare at her blankly with a dumbfounded expression, Erica said, "Come on and hurry up here, Savannah." "Savannah?" "We can't call you Tyler at the studio, with you looking like that can we? Well, I guess we could. If you really want..." "No. Savannah's fine," Tyler hastily interjected. "Okay, then hurry up, Savannah. We don't want to be late." Tyler nodded at his aunt before he placed on the mauve, off the shoulder, sweatshirt to cover his leotard and put on the white girls sneakers that his aunt had provided for him too. Tyler then picked up the canvas bag containing the rest of his dancing supplies and headed for his bedroom door. As he emerged through the doorway, Tyler saw his cousin exiting her room. Erica burst into laughter as she looked at her feminized cousin. Tyler blushed furiously until he realized that she was dressed more effeminately than him. Tyler smirked as he began to tease her for her all pink attire. "Don't laugh too hard fairy," Erica rejoined as she pulled at the waist of her pink sweatpants with a logo reading "Love Dance" down the leg. "I won't prissy princess." "I'm not a princess!" "Well, what type of girl goes around in nothing but pink?" Tyler inquired with a smirk. "I don't know, but what type of boy goes around in leotard, huh?" Erica retorted. "Priss," Tyler responded. "Fag," Erica rejoined. "You two, shut the hell up and get a move on," Wendy shouted. They could both tell Wendy was irate with their continued bickering. So they hurried behind her to the car. Both embarrassed about their appearances, Tyler and Erica tried to hide themselves as they approached the car. While they often fought to sit in the passenger seat, neither felt like drawing any more attention to themselves, so they both sat in the back seat of the car. They slunk down in their seats prompting Wendy to laugh at the two of them. "Wow, the two of you in the backseat with a front seat open. Well, this takes me back," Wendy said with a grin as she pulled the car out of the driveway. Tyler and Erica knew that Wendy was trying to get under their skin and further humiliate them for their misdeeds. They tried not to let it get to them, but they had trouble doing so. Wendy sped the car towards the studio and dropped them off in the parking lot. She then pulled the car away from the curb as Tyler and Erica scurried inside. Sara smirked at the two of them as they entered shortly before the class was supposed to start. She made sure to tell them to get ready quickly. Tyler and Erica nodded as they removed their tops, pants and sneakers before they placed on their ballet slippers and chiffon wrap skirts. As they finished dressing, Erica looked over Tyler with a slack jaw. Erica realized that their mothers were right. She felt that with the exception of his much smaller breasts, Tyler's body was more feminine than hers. She shook her head while she looked in the mirror and saw that even her face looked more masculine than her male cousin's. Erica slouched and sighed, but Tyler did not pick up on the reason why before Sara called for the class to begin their stretching regiment. Tyler and Erica followed the lead of the older women and sat on the floor. They then proceeded through a number of stretches that contorted their legs and torso. Once they finished stretching on the floor, Sara advised her students to go to the barre. Tyler and Erica stood up and moved towards the barre. As Tyler followed the lead of the older women and lightly placed his hand upon it, he felt as if his legs were weak underneath him. The stress of the stretching had done a number on his legs given that his overall level of fitness was not very good. Tyler and Erica listened to Sara as she advised her students to shift between various positions of their feet and arms while also working in several grand and demi plies and other simple movements. As Tyler followed his mother's instructions, he felt as if his legs were being pushed to the breaking point. Each pli? made his legs grow ever sorer. Erica was having difficulty with them too, but her overall greater conditioning allowed her to keep up with the other women. While she was not overwhelmed by the session, Erica was surprised by how much more intense the stress on her joints and muscles were than what she remembered as a child. Sara then called for the class to get into the arabesque position. Tyler followed the lead of his mother and the other women as he supported his body with his right leg while he swept his left leg behind his body. Sara observed Tyler and Erica's technique and adjusted their posture and the positioning of their legs and arms. Sara struggled to get Erica to keep both knees of her supported and extended leg straight. When she was satisfied with the positioning of her students, Sara directed them to raise the extended leg up at angle. Tyler and Erica raised their legs up as far as they could into a demi hauteur position. Most of the other women did the same, but one of the more skilled women raised her leg up to a 90 degree angle. 'How do you do that?' Tyler thought as he marveled at the older woman. Sara then had her students shift between the four arabesque positions using French words that Tyler interpreted to be nothing more than gibberish terminology. Tyler and Erica both felt foolish as they extended their arms and legs in different positions under Sara's critical eyes. Sara was not shy about calling them out for failing to follow her direction and the lead of the other women, much to their increasing embarrassment. The older women who had each taken classes with Sara before, received far less correction as they were more easily able to follow along with her instructions. Midway through trying to enter one position, Sara walked towards Tyler and grabbed his leg and turned it out. Tyler blushed as he felt strange having his mother grab at his nylon/Lycra covered body as she verbally corrected him before she further physically adjusted his legs, shoulders, hips, arms and spinal positioning. She did so with some of the other students before she turned her attention to Erica. Erica was even less comfortable with her aunt touching her body than Tyler was as she disliked others touching her body. It also took a great deal of restraint to keep herself from screaming at her aunt as she resituated her body and told her to hold her body with more grace. After making her students go through arabesque positions, Sara directed them to get into the attitude position. Tyler and Erica watched the other girls as they maintained the use of one support leg while they lifted their other legs in front of their body with the knees of their extended legs bent at 90 degree angle. Tyler struggled to maintain the position while his mother inspected the positioning of his body with approving looks. Erica managed the position with more ease, but felt uncomfortable as her aunt adjusted her body once again. The class then finished up with its barre exercises before Sara proceeded to lead her students through a few simple floor exercises. Tyler and Erica watched as the older women demonstrated the grand jete that Sara expected them to do as well. They peered over at each other as the first women made the leap and swept her legs out, striking an almost arabesque position in the air. "Broken ankle here I come," Tyler muttered, prompting Erica to laugh. She stopped laughing as she saw her aunt glare at the two of them. Erica was directed to go before Tyler. Erica made an attempt to do it and stumbled as she landed prompting Tyler to flash an inappropriate smile. Sara glared at her son before Tyler followed his cousin's lead. He did the same routine the other women did and finished it off with his own attempt at a grand jete. Tyler landed securely and placed his hands into the position the older women had ended in with a smile. Sara praised his attempt before she qualified it by noting that it was good for a first attempt. Tyler smiled and thanked his mother, careful to call her by the same honorific title that the women in the class utilized. Sara nodded in response before she directed the class to begin their cool down stretches. Tyler and Erica followed along with the other women as they proceeded through a series of stretches. When the class finally came to an end after the final stretches, Tyler and Erica felt a sense of relief come over them. They quickly went to get dressed in their cover-up clothing. Erica grabbed the clothing first, making sure to take Tyler's. "Erica, that's one mine," Tyler said as Erica began to put on the top. "Oh, is it?" Erica replied as she pulled the top down and reached for the pants. "Come on, this isn't funny." "Who said it is? I'm sure those clothes will fit you just fine," Erica responded as she started to place on Tyler's Capri pants. Tyler put his hands on his hips and glared at Erica, prompting her to laugh. Tyler caught his reflection in the mirror and cringed. He felt as if he looked like a younger version of his mother when she berated him. Tyler went to shout at Erica about putting on his clothes, but she leaned towards him and whispered, "Tyler, just get dressed." "Why?" Tyler replied in a droning voice. "Because I might shout out your real name and what your really packing beneath that skirt if you don't," Erica replied as she opened her eyes wide. Knowing the cruelty that his cousin was capable of, Tyler pouted and dressed in the all pink cover-up clothes that Wendy had made Erica dress in when they left the house. Sara caught that they had exchanged clothes, but did not see anything wrong with it. She struggled not to laugh at her son, who had once dismissed ballet as for girls only, dressed all in pink. Shortly after Tyler finished dressing, they walked out into the lobby area and saw that Wendy had pulled into the parking lot. They collected their bags and hurried to the car and quickly hid themselves as best they could in the backseat while Wendy pulled out of the parking lot. While Wendy drove them home, Tyler felt his heart racing as he looked at his outfit that seemed even more demeaning to his masculinity than the rest of his feminized appearance. As the car came to a stop, Tyler and Erica waited for Wendy to head to the door first before they made a dash for the front door. Erica got to the door first and pushed her way inside. She held the door closed as Tyler tried frantically to open it as the chiffon angle wings of his pink shrug fluttered in the wind. Erica's laughter drew her mother's attention and admonishment. Erica then let Tyler in. While no one had seen him, Tyler could not help but feel angry about what Erica had done. He shouted at her before he walked towards his bedroom to get changed into his normal clothing. As he headed towards his bedroom, Tyler heard Wendy shout, "I just want you two to know that I got a little surprise for you in each of your rooms." "What?" Erica asked uneasily as Tyler began to rub his arm, fearful of what else his aunt and mother had planned for them. "They're little presents for our Easter dinner." Tyler and Erica exchanged wary looks before they headed for their bedrooms. Tyler slowly pushed open his bedroom door and saw the floral print dress adorned with a large bow on his bed. Tyler turned away from the doorway and headed towards his cousin's room. Erica stared at him as she held her yellow dress with a black sash in her hand. "They've got to be kidding me," Erica said. "I know, mine's no better." "They got you a dress?" Erica asked while she started to laugh before she returned to bemoaning the fact that they expected her to wear a similar dress. Erica continued to shake her head at the dress before she said, "How did they even find a dress like this for girls our size? This is like a little girls' dress." "I have no idea," Tyler replied as he shook his head, ignoring the implication in his cousin's words. Erica did not say another word before Wendy walked into the room and asked if they liked their dresses. Erica turned towards her mother and expressed the same complaints she registered to Tyler about the dress. Tyler seconded her statements, but they both found that their appeals were being ignored by Wendy. Wendy shrugged off their complaints and said, "Look, Erica, you haven't let me dress you up since you were eight. So this is a little payback for depriving me of that for all those years." "What about me?" Tyler replied. "Well, your mother never got to dress you up, but she got it out of her system with Sophia. That being said, I got her to go along with this. You're going to help me make up for the years that Erica cost me too." Tyler sighed and rolled his eyes before Erica shouted at him, "Don't take that. Fight back, you pansy." "Erica!" Wendy shouted. "Tyler, fight back. Show some damn spine. She's going to tart you up like a five year old." "It's not that bad," Tyler muttered prompting Wendy to smile. "It seems that you have a bigger problem with this than him," Wendy said to her daughter while Tyler nodded. He was not entirely happy with having to wear a dress on Easter, but his cousin's outright loathing of the prospect made going along with it somewhat appealing to him. Erica stared at Tyler and received confirmation of her mother's assessment from his silence. She huffed and stamped her foot. "Well, that takes me back," Wendy said with a smile as she remembered Erica's tantrums about having to wear the dresses that she picked out for her on holidays. Erica rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in response to her mother's mocking tone. "Well, now, that you've gotten that little hissy-fit out of your system, dear, put the dress on and come out to see me in the living room." "Now?" Erica asked. "Yes, I want to see if they fit. Don't worry about your leotard and tights. You can put them on right over it." Erica rolled her eyes and said, "Fine." "Good, girl. Now, Tyler go scurry along and get ready too." "Yes, go get ready sissy boy," Erica added, still angry about her cousin's failure to protest enough about having to wear a dress. Wendy shook her head at her daughter as she said, "This punishment is supposed to teach you about how to show a little grace, elegance, class and all that other stuff you consider girly bullshit. Manners are important in life, Erica, and you will learn that they're much more important for girls because we're judged differently than men. Men can be pithy and swear like truckers. It's looked so much more down upon when a girl does it." "How about when a sissy..." "Enough! If you keep calling him that, I'm going to make you wear that dress to school tomorrow." Erica swallowed hard as she heard her mother's words. From her tone, Erica realized that her mother was serious. She sighed and began to take off her sweatshirt. Tyler smiled at his aunt's words as he hurried out of his cousin's room and went into his. Tyler removed the pink clothes that were covering up his leotard and tights. He placed on the dress and pulled up the rear zipper before he went into the living room to see his aunt. Wendy was there waiting for him with Erica. Erica wanted to burst out laughing as she saw her male cousin coming into the room dressed in an overly feminine dress. Given her mother's warning, however, Erica managed to hold her tongue. Wendy clapped her hands as she saw him. She placed her hands over her mouth and nodded while she said, "You look precious, sweetie." "Thanks," Tyler replied as he blushed. Erica struggled to stifle her laughter as she looked at the embarrassed look on Tyler's face. 'Serves the sissy right,' she thought as she continued to seethe that Tyler had not fought this part of their punishment with the same vigor that she had exhibited. Wendy patted the seat on the couch next to her. Tyler sat down beside her and let her remove his bun cap from his hair before she let his hair down. She did the same for Erica before she took out matching silver headbands embedded with small crystals for the two of them. Erica cringed at the headband and looked at Tyler who seemed far less disgusted with it than her as he looked over the headband. "What is your problem?" She muttered. Wendy heard her daughter's comment, but she decided to let it go before she put the headbands on both of them. Wendy then stood and said, "I've got one last surprise for my little girls' outfits." The chipper tone of Wendy's voice unnerved her daughter and Tyler gave her a guarded look before he saw her leave the room and return shortly thereafter with two shoeboxes. Tyler and Erica watched as Wendy opened the shoeboxes to show them their pair of matching white, three inch high heeled, wedge sandals with an ankle strap. 'For the love of God,' Erica thought as she rolled her eyes. While she had worn white sneakers, she had never even considered wearing white shoes. Tyler stared at the shoes and waited for Wendy to tell him to try them on. Erica gave him a strange look as he took them in his hands at Wendy's direction. He placed them on and began to walk on them faster than she did. "Why's he so eager," Erica wondered aloud to herself before she began to think that Tyler was trying to show that he was being compliant with their punishment in order to get out of it quicker. 'I'll be damned if I'll be doing this alone,' Erica thought to herself as she got to her feet and began to strut around the room in an exaggeratedly feminine way. Tyler and Wendy gave her a strange look before Wendy told her, "Erica, that's not how a girl walks. Just walk around like Tyler. He's got it down." Erica threw up her hands and glared at her mother with a slack jaw before she shouted, "I know how to walk mother. I'm a girl, he's..." "He seems to have it down better than you," Wendy interjected, prompting a smirk to come across Tyler's face. Erica shook her head and began to mimic Tyler's gait and the way he held his hands and arms. After a few minutes, Wendy was satisfied and said, "That's enough, girls. You can go get changed now." Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as Erica walked towards him and whispered, "She called us girls." Tyler rolled his eyes and did not say a word. Wendy then told them to come back out to help her make dinner once they finished changing. They both acknowledged her before she walked out of the room to start making dinner. As she exited the room, Tyler asked his cousin, "They're not going to make us see anybody else dressed like this, are they? Erica could only shake her head in response as they began to walk back to their bedrooms to change out of their dresses. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Tyler and Wendy got up and prepared to go to school. They did not say much to each other that morning before they got on the bus. They were both embarrassed about what had transpired the day before. They found themselves more guarded than usual in their conversations throughout the day as they were careful to create lies to cover-up where they had been the day before when friends began to ask why they broke their plans to hangout and were, similarly, unable to hangout any other day of the week. They both concocted stories that their mother was punishing them, but each was careful to note that they believed that it was because of something their cousin actually did. As the school day came to an end, they exited the building and found that Wendy was waiting for them once more, as they expected. Tyler and Erica both walked to the car with a feeling of dread as they wondered what class they were going to be dancing with that day at Sara's studio. Shortly after they arrived at their home, Wendy directed Tyler and Erica to put on each other's makeup. They gave each other hesitant looks before they sat down together with Wendy's compact mirror not far from them so they could see how the other was applying their makeup. Neither Tyler nor Wendy trusted one another, so they decided to take turns applying cosmetics to the other's face. Erica went first and applied Tyler's eyeliner before Tyler checked his appearance in the mirror. Tyler was satisfied that Erica had done an acceptable job before he took the black eyeliner pencil from her hand. "Don't put it in my eye, you little pansy," Erica said as she grabbed Tyler's wrist as he brought the eyeliner up close to her face. Tyler thought about carelessly poking her in the eye with it, but he decided that it was in his best interest not to do so since he knew that while Erica would humiliate herself by revealing what they were doing to others, it would end up embarrassing him more. Tyler applied the eyeliner and Erica checked it before they moved onto to applying other makeup. Tyler placed on Erica's foundation and had her check it. As she was not going to place any on Tyler, they, thereafter, began to apply each other's lipstick. While Tyler placed the red lipstick onto his cousin's lips, he asked her, "Do you think that real girls do this?" "What do you mean real girls, sissy?" Erica replied with a huff. Tyler smacked the lipstick on his own lips before he said, "I didn't mean it that way. I meant, do you think girly girls our age do each others makeup?" "I'm sure at least some of those princesses we go to school with have done it," Erica answered. "You say princesses likes that's a bad thing," Tyler replied. "I'm not a princess!" "Nobody ever accused you of being one," Tyler retorted. Erica glared at her cousin as she began to style his hair and said, "No, but I think you ought to be fitted for a tiara." "Why's that?" Tyler asked with a look of disgust. "A boy as prissy as you is a princess," Erica rejoined. Tyler sucked his lipstick covered lips into his mouth to hold his tongue. He tasted the lipstick and briefly smiled before Erica placed the buncap on his hair. Tyler then turned his attention to putting up Erica's hair into a bun, remembering the steps that his aunt had taken the day before to do so. Tyler started by brushing Erica's hair back before he tied her hair up in a high ponytail. 'If only your friends could see you, now,' Tyler thought with a smile as fantasized about Erica's friends seeing her in a makeup and a high ponytail. The smile left his face as he realized that she would not take nearly the same abuse that he would if his friends saw him at that moment. Tyler shook his head as he began to twist Erica's ponytail and coiled it into a tight circle that he secured in place with bobby pins as he went along. Tyler then placed on Erica's bun cap and secured it on her hair before they got up. They went to their bedrooms and checked their appearances in their mirrors before they changed into the outfits that Wendy had left on their beds for them. Once Tyler finished putting on his leotard, tights and panties, he placed on his cover-up clothing. He picked up the bag containing the rest of his dance supplies and placed on his white, girls sneakers and went to see his aunt. They talked for a few minutes before Erica came out to meet them. Tyler saw her blushing as she walked towards them and wondered why. He noticed that the pink top she was wearing was slightly different from the one she had worn the day before. As she turned away from them for a second, Tyler saw the glitter writing on the back reading, "Princess" and began to laugh. Erica went to snarl at Tyler, but Wendy put her finger and said to her daughter, "You have only yourself to blame, honey. If you hadn't made him wear your cover-up yesterday, you would still get to wear it. I swear, every time you pull something like that, I'm going to find a way to make this worse for you." "But mom..." "No. You have to understand, Erica. You're not a little kid anymore. You're going to spend most of your life doing things you hate. So you better get used to it, now." Erica pouted. Tyler smiled at how much more girlish she looked at that moment, pouting while wearing makeup and dressed all in pink. She struck a much different image than she normally did in her boyish clothing with her messy hair. Wendy led them out the door. Tyler and Erica swiftly followed her to the car and carefully hid themselves in the backseat as they had the day before while Wendy drove them to the studio. Wendy dropped Tyler and Erica off at the studio. They headed inside and found out that they were a good half an hour early. Shortly after they entered, Sara's jazzercise class headed out the door. The middle-aged women did not give Erica and Tyler much attention as they made their way out of the studio. Once the prior class left, Tyler and Erica headed into the studio area and began to get ready for their class. They changed out of their cover-ups and placed on their dance skirts as they waited for the other students to arrive. A group of girls walked in who were around their age. Tyler and Erica looked nervously at each other before they felt a sense of relief come over them when they realized that they did not recognize any of the girls as they got closer to them. The girls introduced themselves to Tyler and Erica before they began to get ready for the class. Tyler felt nervous being beside girls who were around his age. He figured that they were more likely than the older women to notice something off about him. Erica chatted with the girls as Tyler silently waited for the class to begin. He was anxious for his mother to start the class before he said anything that gave away that he was not the young girl he appeared to be. One of the girls noticed that Tyler was acting withdrawn and decided to try to engage him. She made a little small talk before she complimented Tyler's dance bag. Tyler smiled at her before he returned her compliment. Erica rolled her eyes at Tyler's compliment to the girl who had introduced herself as Jennie. The girl then said, "I love your leotard. The striped back is so pretty." "Thanks, my aunt got it for me as a gift," Tyler responded with a smile as he gently reached his hand around his back and touched the alternating mesh and solid black stripes. "She's got great taste," Jennie then added. "I know it," Tyler responded with a laugh. "My ass," Erica mumbled audibly. The other girls stared at Erica for a second before they began to focus more on Tyler than her. Another girl broke into the conversation and said, "Anyway, it looks really good on you." "Thanks, Megan." "That's because she's so thin. I'm jealous," Jennie added. "Oh, please you're thin too, and you look super cute," Tyler replied with a smile as he briefly and daintily placed his hand on her shoulder. 'What a fag,' Erica thought as she shook her head. "No, I'm trim, not thin," Jennie replied as the other girls reflexively began to compliment her save for Erica who saw the whole conversation as ridiculous. As the conversation turned to boys that neither Tyler nor Erica knew, they both went silent. While Erica tuned the conversation out, Tyler, however, kept listening and laughing along with the girls who were increasingly ignoring Erica. Erica noticed that Tyler was bonding with the girls who were increasingly treating her like an outsider. Erica began to grow angry at how the girls seemed to be telling her through their actions that they considered Tyler more of a normal girl than she was. 'How can they have more in common with him than me,' Erica asked herself as she found herself suppressing the urge to shout that Tyler was really a man. Erica restrained herself, however, as she feared what her aunt and mother would do to her if she revealed Tyler's secret. Given her mother's warning that afternoon about the lettered pink shrug she was forced to wear that afternoon, she knew that her mother would find a special way to humiliate her further. As Tyler exchanged a brief and friendly hug with one of the girls as they laughed along with each other while Sara prepared to start the class, Erica placed her head down into her bosoms as her classmates began to migrate to the barre. She cringed while she heard one of the girls around Tyler ask if Erica was a lesbian. Fearing what his cousin could do to him, Tyler politely defended her. Erica smiled at his defense of her even as she bemoaned that girls her age believed that her male cousin en femme was more girlish than she was. Sara shook her head as she looked at her son and niece. As she went to call for the class's attention, she noticed that her son was chatting so effortlessly with the girls while his cousin stared at him, feeling out of place. A smile came upon her face as she muttered to herself, "He was right all along, he should've been the girl."