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Twenty One By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter 5 When he woke up for school that next morning, Sabrina was with Tara and his sister to help get him ready. After he brushed his teeth and took care of his morning business, Sabrina was all over him, setting his face. There'd be no trouble or complaining, as he could barely look at his sister, hoping she wouldn't be telling tales about his incident, but he knew her better than that, figuring Tara probably already knew. "You're going to need to tuck for your outfit, or you'll definitely show," said Tara, handing him a red thong and turning around. "But that's up to you." "You better Bobbi, and maybe that'll keep you a little calmer before we have any unnecessary incidents today," said Vanessa, plugging in her flat iron. "What is that supposed to mean, Vanessa?" asked Bob, stepping in and tucking himself. "What do you think it means, blondie?" teased his sister. "Girls!" Tara said with a smirk. "Easy please everyone." "You know what..." Bob gave her a look. "I'm not even going to attempt to answer that." "Smart girl," smiled Tara, using the back of her hand, sliding it across his flat crotch. "And that looks good. Go ahead Sabrina and let's get you ready." He sat patiently now as Sabrina did his face while Vanessa flat ironed his hair. Within twenty minutes, they had him ready for school as Tara strapped on his red lacey bra before stuffing it and then they had him stand up. "Hands up, Bobbi," said Tara, sliding a top over his head. "And then step in for Vanessa." "Really?" gulped Bob, seeing the shorts and stepping in. "Really cute you mean, right?" said Tara, zipping his shorts and snapping the button. "Sit." "I'm wearing these to school?" gulped Bob, nervously seeing the shoes he was being put into. "Of course!" smiled Vanessa. "You already look like one of the popular girls." "Stand and be still." Tara lookied over him with a scissor. "This is always how I'd wear it to class in my old school, but now you'll be my girl at school. Won't you?" As he looked down, she was shearing through the material on his shirt as felt the cold blades beneath his rib cage. "That's hot now, right?" said Tara, getting up looking at Sabrina and Vanessa. "If any guy didn't know... damn girl," said Sabrina, nodding. "Oh my gawd, girls!" said his mother, walking in. "I remember going to school like that in your father's jersey when I was in high school." "NO! I'm in a boys jersey like I'm someone's girlfriend! I can't be," cried Bob, looking down. "Whose is it?....Wait?... this isn't even our school jersey?" "Easy! You already forgot! I wore the white road jersey on Monday?" Laughed Tara. "That's my varsity home jersey from my high school. You know the one where I learned to school you in hoops. Right now you're my girl number 10 and i have quite a few of these jersey's, so I don't mind you having one." "You're kidding me?" moaned Bob, as he looked down at himself in Tara's red high school basketball jersey. "You played in this." "And he may not be a 10, but pretty damn close," said his sister, nodding. "Doesn't my bedazzling look amazing on it. Amanda and I worked on that forever last night." "It does Vanessa, and she's absolutely a 10, and don't you dare knock your sister's confidence," said their mother before hurrying off to work. "Have a good day ladies." Bad enough she had dressed him like he was her possession in her jersey, but had quickly became worse as he stared at his image. As he looked down, her number 10 was in white letters in the tight basketball tank which had been sheared to now be a cutoff jersey, exposing his abs. Around the number, small rhinestones and jewels immediately drew in the eye as the girls had bedazzled the jersey, as it sparkled in every direction with all the added bling. Beneath it, he was in tight acid washed denim Daisy duke type shorts, and his legs were exposed all the way down to his sexy shoes. On his feet now were high heeled three striped red and white Adidas sneaker pumps, which had a peep toe front exposing his cherry toes, and had a spikey four inch white heel. He could'nt have looked any sexier for school, with his face done up with dark eye shadow and huge lashes, and his lips were a soft glistened pink cherry shade. In his ears, big gold hoops peeked out from under his pin straight side parted bleached hair, as they handed him a red hobo bag, about to make his debut in class as a head turning platinum blonde. "I was never kidding but.... you already know that," Whispered Tara into his ear, putting her arm around him momentarily. "Go ahead, Sabrina. You have everything ready, right?" "I'll go first," said Vanessa, sitting down and looking up at Sabrina. "I'm so excited!" "No, better off getting it over with on your sister," said Sabrina, sliding her hands inside some sanitary gloves. "Sit back down please, Bobbi." "Now what?" asked Bob nervously as Sabrina approached him with a que tip and small marker in her hands. "It'll be just a pinch," said Sabrina as he felt her softly dot his nose and then rub the que tip inside it. "That's the pinch?" said Bob, making a sarcastic face as she turned away and then his eyes got huge as she turned back towards him. "What the hell is that?" Bob looked ready to run as Tara grabbed one arm and his sister the other. "What you told me I should have, and now we all will, but you're going first," replied Tara, pushing him back down into the chair. "We kind of all agree it's pretty hot, so this time we're all going with your suggestion." "Please, Tara," gulped Bob, turning his head. "I hate needles and no fucking way can...." "Can you what, tough guy?" Interrupted Sabrina, squeezing his face and piecing right through his nose. He wanted to shit his pants as a single tear streamed from his eye from the short lived pain as Sabrina touched near his nostril and the next thing he knew he had a small diamond stud in his nose. "Relax, it's already over honey, and good thing your mascara is waterproof," said Tara, wiping his tear with her finger and rubbing his back, comforting him. "Now get up so I can sit." He had to admit he found something sexy about girls with little nose rings, and then watched it being done to Tara. Within a short time, they each took a turn acting more brave than he did, quickly united with a diamond stud now pierced through all of their left nostrils. "My mother is going to kill me," said Vanessa, looking at hers in the small mirror and then turning it, showing Bob his. "Even though she said she likes them." "You didn't tell her but I did?" said Tara, with a giggle. "She's cool with it." "Oh good. I feel better now," said Vanessa, holding her chest, relieved and excited, taking once last glance. "It's pretty hot though I must say." "I have to agree. Nice idea, Bobbi," said Tara, looking at her watch. "Now we have got to get moving, ladies. Have a nice bus ride, and I'll see you after class, blondie." "Crap! Again?" Bob followed the girls down the stairs. He couldn't even really look at them as he turned for the bus as Tara watched his every step as he walked down to the stop. To him his heels sounded like firecrackers with each step on the cement sidewalk, as he could see all eyes staring his way as he approached the other kids awaiting the bus. "Oh my gawddd, Bobbi!" said Alyssa, hugging him as she saw him. "You dyed your hair. Wow, I almost didn't recognize you today!" "Yeah, well it was part of the whole deal here," mumbled Bob, embarrassed as they got on the bus together. "Maybe that's a good thing?" "Definitely! I love it on you," said Alyssa touching his hair. "Don't be ashamed. Just embrace who you are and even if most of the kids aren't saying it aloud. Trust me, they're so proud you came out so strong and I already heard you're like a role model for some kids that are struggling with their own stuff." "Alyssa, it's a bet," said Bob. "I'm no one's role model." "Whatever is fine Bobbi?" said Alyssa, bringing up a site on her smartphone and patting his thigh, comforting him. "I'm certainly not judging you girl, but look at all the support out there." "Holy crap!" said Bob, looking down. "That's my picture from yesterday on the school site and that can't be right?" "Why not, it's amazing," said Alyssa, scrolling through a few things. "A couple more endorsements and maybe you'll be on the ballot for prom queen tomorrow night." "Not funny!" Bob saw all the likes and comments. "I just wanted to blend into the background honestly!" "Yeah, well then you want to dress a little frumpier," Giggled Alyssa as she stood as the bus arrived. "See you later." He exited the bus now and knew he'd immediately be on display as he walked down the long pathway into school. It was impossible not to hear the stir or whispers as he kept his head down, avoiding as much eye contact as he could, clutching his pocketbook and backpack as he walked towards the entrance. "Is that Bobby?" said a girl really loud. "Oh my gawdddd, girlfriend!" "This gets better every day," said another girl. "Unbelievable." "Seriously.....Look at her," said a girl in the crowd. "Not even a week and she already knows who she is." "Jealous?" said another girl. "Oh please," said the first girl. "She looks ready to blow half the school, but her hair came out incredible." "So then you are jealous," teased the other girl, before turning towards a boy next to her. "Do not stare right in front of me, you asshole." "But I'm not," said the boy as his girlfriend punched him in the arm. He looked up, wanting to explode, knowing all the voices and seeing all the senior girls with a group of football players looking him over. It was impossible not to want to punch out some of the guys obviously checking him out, as the only thing wiping away some of their comments were his heels clicking loudly on the cement path. He knew they were right though, as he was dressed not to be missed, and he'd be doing the same thing if he was in their shoes checking out the blonde dressed to apparently draw some attention. He tried pretending he heard nothing as he kept moving and then as he was about to climb the steps to go inside, he felt a hand grab his arm. "Holy shit, Bobby." "I can't even believe what I'm seeing here!" "Please, Justin," said Bob, pulling away his arm. "Just leave me the fuck alone, alright?" "Fine, I wasn't saying anything. Just a little shocked, ok?". said Justin, not expecting that. "Just leave her," said Danny. "She's got the stuck up bitch thing down pat, already." "Go fuck yourself, and it's not like either of you has been around to have my back," said Bob. "All you care about is getting laid while I'm stuck...." "Stuck looking beautiful," said Tara, stepping in with Vanessa and a group of girls. "Right, Bobbi? Not that we all aren't looking to get laid from time to time, but this is not a good topic for school, right? Now she looks amazing, right guys?" "Yeah sure," said Danny, nodding. "Sorry, it's cool," said Justin, as she pinched his arm. "I dig the blonde thing on her. Very nice Bobbi." "Thanks boys. Much better," said Tara, pecking a kiss and slapping his ass. "Now run along to class and all of us girls will see you later." "Sure, see ya babe," said Justin, pecking one more kiss and then softly rubbing Bob's back, feeling guilty. "I've got your back, Bobbi." "Me too," sighed Danny, feeling bad. "You damn well better, or it'll be quite a chilly prom night," said Vanessa, folding her arms looking at Danny. "Don't worry. I'm not letting anyone mess with my 10 until I hand you off on prom night. All of the girls here have your back honey, which is probably better than your two goofball friends anyway," said Tara, squeezing his hand. "Trust me, half the bitches here wish they could rock this hair and outfit that you already kick ass in. See you after class." All he could think about was that the prom was only a day and a half away as he walked inside the school and down in homeroom. At his locker, in the hallway and even at the water fountain, the stares never seemed to subside but he pretty much expected they wouldn't anymore, as he did his best ignoring the chatter. It was crazy though as he soon realized guys were holding doors open for him and allowing him to walk first as somehow things became more and more polite. Stares and comments seemed to turn to compliments as girls commented on his hair and shoes, and he found himself at least relaxing a bit, feeling flattered. By days end, he was surprised how included a lot of the girls had made him feel, as like it or not he had to adjust to being one of them. "So looks like you did ok, blondie?" said Tara, as she met him outside after class. "I guess," said Bob, relieved his school day was over. "One more day." "I know. It's exciting, and everyone knows you're going to prom, but if you didn't have a date..." smiled Tara, pausing and looking at him. "I think after today, you would have been asked out like ten times." "Yeah, probably because everyone thinks the blonde in the tight outfit is the sure thing," said Bob, giving her a look. "True but in your case they'd be right," laughed Tara. "Now come on, our Uber is here." He followed Tara on their route of pre-prom errands and final preparations as off they went in their cab. It started with another tanning treatment, followed by a trip to a jewelry store, trying on all sorts of large rhinestone earrings and necklaces. After Tara made some purchases for both of them, it was back to the dress boutique for their final fittings. He sat patiently, just stunned at how amazing she looked, wanting to cry as he could have had her on his arm as she stripped down to her tiny thong right in front of him and the women fitting them. He could feel himself almost straining, pinned in the tucked position when she was stood on the podium topless, as they helped her on with her dress multiple times. He wanted to die as they brought her different sets of lingerie to try under her dress as he felt sick to his stomach, seeing her like a Victoria Secret's model. On and off went the sexiest of undergarments as he couldn't function, having a front row seat, until finally her dress covered the show. She was absolutely stunning, even without her hair and makeup done up, and became even more desirable as he knew what lay for Justin beneath it. Just thinking about that made his face fill with jealousy as she turned back and forth as they noted a few final adjustments and then she turned, looking his way. "I'm sorry," said Tara, glancing over at him. "For what," said Bob. "For making you uncomfortable," said Tara, stepping out of her dress and stepping down in nothing but see through lingerie. "I see the look on your face." "Oh..ummm," replied Bob, salivating. "It's nothing." "Is it? I know you're anxious, but I just wanted to get mine out of the way so we could focus on you, ok?" said Tara. "One more minute while they fix my dress, and it should fit perfectly, ok?" "Oh sure," said Bob. "Not a problem! I'm going to go use the rest room please!" "Sure, right through that door," said Phillipe as Bob darted through it. Once again he could barely handle himself, locking the door of the small back room. With mirrors everywhere, it took him only seconds to drop his shorts and whip it out as he fantasied about Tara in lingerie and stared at the blonde bimbo in her jersey and short shorts. He didn't even need a stroke to get hard and dashed inside the single stall, exploding the moment he lifted the seat, barely making it. A few short breaths and he patted his face with water before quickly re-tucking his member and pulling up his shorts. "Feel better honey," Philippe asked as Bob retuned, gone only a few minutes as Tara looked at him with a sheepish grin as she was back in her dress. "Yes thank you," said Bob. "Wonderful, then step down Tara and we're ready for you, Bobbi," said Philippe. "Sure." Bob stood up as Tara stopped him, grabbing his arms. "Just a minute, because we're keeping your dress a surprise, honey," said Tara, pulling a blindfold over his eyes. "All of it. I want you and your date to be in awe of the whole thing, kind of like the suspense at the end of our game." "Great?" said Bob sarcastically as she pulled him towards the podium. "I never know what to expect with all this anyway." "Glad you agree," said Tara, undoing his pumps and helping him out of them. "But you at least know what to expect by the end of the night. Don't you, pretty girl." "Please don't make me think about that?" Bob replied as she pulled down his shorts and took off his top. "Why not?" said Tara, undoing his bra. "We all love dressing up and looking sexy on prom night but it's the after prom activities that everyone thinks about anyway." "Not me!" gulped Bob as he felt her slide her hand across his smooth gaff. "That's just your nerves talking, honey," said Tara, tugging the cords down. "Oh, I'm sure by tomorrow night you'll feel quite differently, but either way you'll need to embrace it, like you have everything else." "Tara what are you..?" Bob began to say.. "No it's Phillipe now, dear," said Phillipe, sliding the gaff down his legs. "Just relax and I'll be doing everything, honey." "Ok," gulped Bob, feeling his leg being lifted, stepping inside a stocking which now snapped mid-thigh. When the other leg went in, skyscraper pumps soon followed as he stood elevated in nothing but hose and heels. It was crazy feeling the softest yet restrictive lingerie encompass his waist and then it was like his rib cage was being constricted. "Just breathe in and hold it," said Philippe, tugging. "Again doll, and as deep as you can. You know the drill honey." This was absolutely insane as he realized Tara had just been through some of the same but not seemingly like this, before suddenly he felt himself imprisoned and being spun around slowly. It seemed so much tighter than during his first visit, as Philippe squeezed the air from his lungs and it was like he was awaiting each constriction. When they lifted his leg for a moment, he held Philippe's shoulder just not to fall on his ass and then he realized he was stepping inside his dress. Up and down went his dress went multiple times as they seemed to open and close it near his chest, pulling and tugging at his chest. He could feel the difference in the weight with each change, as he half understood the conversation between Tara and Philippe as they adjusted him. It was crazy as they changed his undergarments three or four times until finally they seemed happy with his cinched shape. He was tucked and untucked more times than he could count, as any humility he might have once had was certainly long gone. It was a good forty five minutes of adjustments, and then finally he felt an ointment being rubbed at his chest area. He could smell some something that seemed like his mother was spring cleaning before the stickiness and pressure at his chest was completely unexpected, as Philippe held his hands firmly against him. "Just be as still as you can, doll, and if you need to hold my shoulders," said Philippe, applying more pressure. "It'll take some getting used to of course, but won't be that different than you're already used to." "Ok," sighed Bob as he stood, feeling the silicon at his chest. It took about five minutes and then he felt the weight tugging at his natural flesh once Philippe pulled back his hands. Bob was completely thrown off by the weight, as he never felt happier to be in a bra as they strapped one on to hold his adhered boobs up in place. Up and down again went his dress as they made every final adjustment before finally it was over as away went his dress. He could immediately feel the tension as they adjusted his bra and then he felt his top being placed on him. When finally they removed the blind fold, he was at least redressed and it was already dark as they headed outside. "I think these are too big, Tara," said Bob. "You won't say that once you see them in your dress, Bobbi," said Tara. "They look fantastic, and you like girls with big boobs right? You didn't complain when you were holding mine?" "Well yeah but...," replied Bob. "You know... Forget I said anything. It's just, they feel so heavy." "Yup, I know all about it! Remember?" smiled Tara, as they got in their cab and Bob couldn't stop peeking down at his boobs. "So are you excited or what for tomorrow?" "I'm more ready for bed," said Bob, staring out the window. "Patience, but that's the spirit, blondie. Who isn't?" said Tara. "Trust me. You fucking rock that dress. It'll be worth the wait, but you don't have to wait any longer at least to meet your date." "Wait, you're finally telling me?" said Bob. "I know it's Justin, and you guys have been just jerking my chain right?" "Ahhhhh no? Eeewww?" said Tara as the cab pulled up. "I know he's your friend, but he's my boyfriend now, bitch. I can't believe you'd try to steal my date already." "What are you talking about?" said Bob as they got out. "I just figured he'd be the only one that would be seen with me. Well either him or Danny, but he's already with my sister.... Wait? You saying all this is real between you two!" "Trust me, plenty of guys are into you already," said Tara, taking him by the hand like two girlfriends. "I wasn't bullshitting about that or about Justin. Come on, and I want you to be able to meet your date before tomorrow, that way you can think about your hunky man all night instead of what you can't stop yanking off at." "Hey, it's not exactly like that," Bob said as they turned towards a big house. "Holy shit, I almost forgot the end of school party? Am I seriously going there like this?" "Why not?" said Tara, leading Bob inside a house on the beach. "You think there's a kid here that expects you to show up in anything different?" "I guess not," said Bob, having to agree with her. When they got inside, he was floored, seeing pretty much all the seniors and tons of sophomore and junior girls. Kids were laughing and calling his name, saluting with their drinks as all anyone cared about was partying anyway. Within a few minutes, he had a beer from the keg in his hand as they weaved through tons of kids partying and out onto the huge deck. "Drink and chill for a little bit," said Tara, sipping her beer. "They're not here yet." He sat on a stool as a few people came up saying hello, and then suddenly he was just a girl having conversation with other girls. Amanda, Tiffany and Sabrina were suddenly his besties as they goofed around and all drank together. With every guy that passed, he was curious as to whom Tara had paid off to be stuck at prom with a guy in a dress, but a few beers helped ease his worry. It was a good five or six beers and over an hour of drinking with the girls until the girls really started getting personal, feeling their buzz. "So Bobbi, you been practicing I bet?" said Tiffany, sticking her tongue against her cheek in one side of her mouth pushing out her cheek. "Practicing?" asked Bob, not getting it. "I've been living all this every day! You know that?" "No Bobbi, she means," said Amanda, making a yanking motion into her open mouth. "Swallowing. You don't want to gag or anything." "I bet she has," said Sabrina. "I bet you'll love it, and can't wait. She's got such perfect lips for it." "Of course I haven't," answered Bob, appalled. "You girls know I haven't." "Tara's done so much. We really should help a little more," said Amanda, shaking her head. "She can't be expected to have time for everything." "I was afraid of that Bobbi, but we'll help you," said Tiffany getting up. "Let me see what I can find." "Find?" said Bob as his eye grew wide, seeing Tiffany run over to the refrigerator. "Here, take a carrot," said Tiffany,. "Just do what I do. Nice and slow." "No way, Tiffany," said Bob, getting ready to toss it away. "It's fine," said Tiffany, grabbing his wrist. "It's just us here, and better you learn the right way or you'll choke on it." "Choke," gulped Bob. "You can't choke if you...." "Practice the right way," said Tara, joining the group. "Yes, practice is a good idea because this is an important part of your prom duties. Isn't it?" "Please Tara?" Bob looked around, seeing no one really looking their way. "Isn't it?" said Tara as she turned the carrot in his hand. "Now watch us and learn." He could barely believe the scene around him, as he sat with the senior girls and Tara as they all ever so slowly slid the long orange carrots in and out of their mouth. Having four girls simulate oral sex everywhere he looked was mind blowing, but the second they all stopped it was no longer his mind that would be the thing to be blown. "See, it's easy," said Tiffany. "Let me just guide you the first time." He wanted to die as suddenly Tiffany used her index finger, slowly guiding it inside his mouth and then pulled it in and out as he just sat there watching it slide. Just the slightest sound of him suckling on her finger was crazy, and then the next thing he knew the carrot was right at his lips. "And now we just go a bit bigger, pretty girl," said Tara, using her finger to slowly draw down his lip and slip in the carrot. "Open slowly and we're just working our way up, honey." With her help now, the carrot was bobbing slowly inside and out as she held her hand over his on the carrot as she picked up the pace. It was like his eyes were crossing as he looked down at it sliding in and out more deeply as it began ramming into the back of his mouth now, almost gagging him until mercifully her phone began ringing. "Oh, saved by the bell, Bobbi," said Tara, letting go to answer her phone. "Hey, where are you? You here?... Great I'll be right there!" At least Bob got a temporary relief that this repulsive training was over, as the girls all giggled at his apparent dismay as Tara ran off. It was a good ten minutes and another beer until finally Tara interrupted his conversation as she walked over with her arm around Justin. "Ready to meet prince charming, blondie?" teased Tara. "But you said it wasn't Justin," said Bob, feeling a little buzzed. "I knew you were full of shit." "Still a dick, even in a dress," said Justin, shaking his head. "Even though I'll admit you're hot as a chick, you're still an asshole underneath, and not my type but thankfully I'm taken." "Behave, and he's not in a dress at the moment. Those are cute shorts and my basketball jersey, but I know guys don't know the difference like Bobbi and I do," teased Tara, tapping her boyfriend. "Anyway, Miss Bobbi Taylor meet your date and new boyfriend. I think you remember my gorgeous brother, don't you?" "Rex!" gulped Bob, looking up at the big strong muscle guy. "Rex is my date!" "Yes, and not that it matters, but glad you approve," smiled Tara, tapping her brother's chest. "You look amazing, Bobbi," said Rex, stepping towards him, looking into his eyes. "I've seen how well you've done in school from afar, and I'm really reallllllly looking forward to our prom together." "Damn, Bobbi and sexy Rexy," said Justin, looking at Tara. "I can't believe you even kept that from me. This is going to be awesome." "I hope you are not saying that nastily or being mean," said Tara, giving Justin a look like she wanted to kill him. "Uuumm no.. not really," Stuttered Justin. "He means they'll make a sexy couple," said Danny, coming over with his arm around Vanessa. "Damn, I think we all will." "It's cool and not like I haven't heard it before," Smirked Rex. "And believe me I've heard worse." "Yeah and from your now girlfriend, but I guess that'll change now, sis," said Vanessa, snuggling up to Danny. "Of course it will," said Tara, losing her tough edge for a moment and getting emotional. "She's adjusted well to everything else, and half the girls in school will be even more jealous now. I know I shouldn't care after some of the shit the old arrogant Bob said, but I do. Prom should be fun and exciting and romantic, and of course really steamy! I know my brother will take good care of her. So that's all I ask Rex, and you promised me you will, right?" "Definitely," said Rex, taking his hand. "She's beautiful, and it won't be hard to bring the full woman out in her." "Oh I wouldn't miss this for the world," smiled his sister. "Me either," said Rex, lifting Bob's hand and kissing the back of his hand as he stood there stunned. "Can I use the nickname you girls call her. I thought it was cute on her." "You mean when we call him our Barbie?" smirked Vanessa, trying not to crack up. "It's perfect," said Rex. "She'll be my precious Barbie now. It'll be my pet name for my girlfriend." "I think I need some air," gasped Bob, feeling ready to puke as he hurried outside towards the beach. He scurried outside, practically running in pumps like he'd done it for years as he marched through the sliding back door while everyone chased after him, worried. Expertly his thin heels avoided the cracks in the decking and then the moment he hit the rail, he was upchucking chunks over the side as he puked everywhere. "Oh jezz, go see what you can find, Ness," Yelled Tara, as Rex rubbed his back while she grabbed some napkins, wiping his face. There was vomit everywhere, dripping down his top and down his legs as she ran inside to get a wash cloth. "Sorry," moaned Bob, spitting out a bit more and then looking up, seeing all his friends there to help. "You guys form a wall and give us some privacy," said Tara, wiping him down before handing him a cup of mouth wash. "Bobbi, gargle and spit." Like he was an infant, she cleaned him before pouring the mouthwash into his mouth and then he brushed his teeth, spitting over the rail. "This should work. It's from one of the girls that lives here's sister," said Vanessa, returning with some clothes and then they turned him behind the wall of three men, changing him quickly. "Fine," said Tara, stripping him down to his bra and panties and then dropping the stretchy dress over his head. "Tell her we'll wash it and bring it back next week." "I already did, and she said we could wash his clothes downstairs in the meantime," said Vanessa, adjusting the soft sundress. "Perfect, you do that and I'll go try to clean these shoes," said Tara, repairing his lips and fixing his makeup. He wasn't sure if he was more sick to his stomach or embarrassed but almost didn't care feeling better, having puked everything out. He stood barefoot in some stranger's soft flowing pastel sundress, feeling cold as the wind whipped across the lightweight dress. It's off shoulder cut fully exposed his shoulders to the late night air, and the summer dress flowed down just past his knees. "Go do what you have to and we're going to take a walk, so she can get some air," said Rex, surprising him, lifting him into his arms. "Let's go calm that stomach of yours, Barbie." "Wait," yelped Bob, suddenly swept into Rex's arms, grabbing on involuntarily. "What are you doing?" "I'll put you down in the sand. This old deck may have splinters," said Rex, carrying him off like he was King Kong. He was helpless being carried down the stairs and then placed down ten yards from the house on the beach. As his bare feet touched the ground, Rex's fingers on his right hand slid between Bob's on his left and like it or not he found himself holding hands with his unexpected boyfriend. It all happened so fast as he looked down, seeing the sand squish between his toes and the feel of the windblown hair on his face. Ten minutes ago, he was drinking beers as a bad 'gambler' stuck in drag, but now he was one step closer to actually having to be the boy's date Tara constantly threatened he'd be. He was already able to fend off his classmates or the constant blonde jokes, but now he suddenly realized this threat was completely real, and he'd have to fend off Rex. He could only look out at the ocean avoiding eye contact, almost tempted to run and jump in. He was fighting every thought in his brain that he could actually be someone's girlfriend, holding hands on a stroll with him, with seemingly no escape. "Whhhhhooooooooh!" spun Bob with his mind preoccupied on other thoughts, feeling the cold at his feet. "Cold!" He looked down as they stopped, seeing the evening's high tide surf softly wet his red toes, and then felt a tinkle at his spine. With Rex's hand and his index finger sliding across his vertebrae, he was afraid to look up, as he could sense his breath just above his face. "It's ok, Bobbi," said Rex, lifting his chin. "I want tomorrow to be a special day for both of us." "Oh...uummm," gulped Bob, dying inside as Rex had his other hand over Bob's shoulder now rubbing his neck. "Ok then... let's just not worry about things then, right?" "Glad you agree," smiled Rex. "Great," sighed Bob, breathing a sigh of relief. "Good, because even in this day and age, I consider myself a hopeless romantic," said Rex, looking into his eyes and then touching his face. "So I'm glad the first awkward stuff is behind us then." "Oh sure....Awkward ..yeah... well it's not really awkward," said Bob, turning away. "It's just a silly bet, right?" "Very!" nodded Rex, softly turning his face. "But what's not silly is how beautiful you turned out, and I'm honored to be escorting someone this stunning to tomorrow's prom." "Rex, please you don't have to say stuff Tara wants you to say," said Bob. "I guess I ruined your prom too... I... I don't even know what to say about that." "You didn't ruin anything, and we both know that I don't have many friends here. I barely know anyone in this school, and don't worry about it. I wasn't even going until she asked me to take you," Rex stated. "In fact don't say anything, and it is only us out here and the ocean is so soothing, isn't it?" "Soothing?" Whispered Bob, softly feeling Rex's right hand reach up and his finger softly slide down some of his exposed upper vertebrae. "Yes, the soft waves crashing... the salty mist," whispered Rex, pulling him closer. "Maybe it wasn't planned, but I guess this counts as our first date, and I am kind of the hopeless type anyway." "Hopeless?" questioned Bob as Rex let go holding hands and then swept Bob's windblown hair from his eyes. "Yes.... Hopeless romantic," smiled Rex as Bob was frozen, Rex pressed down on his lips. It was on him so quickly and nothing like kissing a girl, as instead it was his lips that were softly pressed back, absorbing the impact. As Rex's lips slid across his slippery lip gloss and he tasted his minty breath, in a flash Bob's life would never again be the same. It was firm but quick as Rex swished their lips back and forth a few times, holding Bob's neck before pulling back up and it was over before he barely knew what hit him. There was no tongue or deep gasp, but he could still taste Rex's chapstick and not shake the feeling as Rex gazed at him, and a tear involuntarily squirted down his cheek. "Sorry to make it short and sweet, but I promise it won't be tomorrow," said Rex, sweeping him off his feet again. "Tomorrow will be incredible." "Please go easy," shivered Bob, reaching up and wiping his own tear. "I... I...." "It's fine, honey. I've always been the gentle giant type, my Barbie, and this is just as emotional for me, as it's been a long time since I've had a girlfriend," smiled Rex, leaning down and stealing another kiss as he carried him. "This is going to be a prom to remember, and I think once it's over, you'll never be happier that you can't sink a three pointer." "I doubt th-" mumbled Bob as their lips locked again as they walked. Three or four short soft kisses had been exchanged as he looked up, seeing Tara and the gang awaiting them on the deck. "Put her down gently, you brute," teased his sister. Tara slid some glittery flip flops over his feet as he placed him down softly in the rubbery sandals. "Time to get her home. It's getting late and she needs her rest." He could barely speak, feeling jelly legs being walked out arm and arm with his new boyfriend and into Justin's car as he drove them all home. While they laughed and sang to the music, he just sat there being cuddled, feeling his lips tingling, already crying inside about being kissed, and scared of all that he knew would be next. He couldn't even look at his sister as he ran up the stairs, changing for bed and sat wiping off his own makeup. She came in hugging her brother, silently seeing his angst and then sat helping him wipe clean his face. When she finished, she kissed his cheek and patted his hair, smiling softly before then walking off without saying a word. There'd be no aroused moments with himself in a sundress or pajamas this evening, as he tossed and turned with his stomach in knots half the night until finally passing out from sheer exhaustion.