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Test Prep By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter One "Mom, I'm home," said Tracey, dropping down her book bag as she raced into the house. "You almost ready to take me to the tutor?" "Ahh no I'm kind of busy right now," yelled his mother from the other room. "Well drop it whatever it is, mom." Tracey stopped and fixed her hair in the hallway mirror. "You know tomorrow is the big test, right?" "The question is do you know, and give a shit, Tracey," barked her mother while she sipped her drink. "Because I certainly know getting tutoring the night before is a waste of time." "Seriously mom. Why can't you be supportive?" said Tracey, fixing her lips in the mirror. "I was so busy this week and I'll be fine." "Really? You tanked the first two attempts and this is it! Last shot," said her mother. "It's the Regents and you should have been studying every day, which we both know you didn't. Plus doing review classes at school for weeks and even months now which I damn well know you mostly blew off. One day won't do it and if you fail, there goes our family vacation in two days, so I'm not letting that happen." "Then stop doing whatever stupid stuff you're doing and take me to the tutor, mom," said Tracey, closing her pocketbook and then walking into the kitchen. "Come on, get off the freaking gossip sites and holllyyy shitttt!" "Hi," said her brother, wiggling his fingers in the air as Tracey just stood there in shock, dropping her purse and her latte. "Oh myyy gawwwdddd!" said Tracey, with her jaw wide open, stunned. "You'll need more than him to help you pass, and pick that up before it spills everywhere," said her mother, painting a strand of her brother's hair and folding over a foil. "And I doubt he will since it's been quite a while since you've gone to church." Tracey stood dumbfounded, seeing her brother sitting there with a head full of foils as her mother stretched another strand, painting. Crazy as it appeared, he seemed to sit there patiently with his elbows on the table and his hands upward with his fingers extended. She did a double take, trying to shake the initial shock before she shook her head, staring at the glisten from the polish on his extended nails, and then noticed her drink beginning to spill out on the floor. "What the fuck is going on?" asked Tracey, shaking off some of her shock as she bent down, gathering her drink and pocketbook. "Consider it test prep, and be happy that didn't spill everywhere, since you're so damn careless with everything in your life," said their mother, pushing down the bonnet and switching it on. "Now sit the fuck down Tracey before I wash that filthy mouth out of yours with soap." "I don't understand," said Tracey, taking a napkin from the table, wiping the tiny spill before standing straight up again at the kitchen table, staring at her brother. "What the hell are you doing to him?" "Taking no chances with the only week your father can get off work, and the fortune we spend on airline tickets," replied her mother, pulling off her gloves. "Now I told you to sit down." "Huhhh?" Trembled Tracey, covering her mouth as she gingerly sat down at the table. "No way!" "Yes way," said their mother. "Now instead of wasting a few hours on regents' questions you'll never remember, your ass will be doing his makeup exactly like yours, and helping him practice. That, young lady, will be a much better use of your time." "You mean helping him practice being a girl?" said Tracey, putting her hands around her head, trying to grasp this. "And he's good with this?" "Of course he isn't, but he wants the new play station and I don't want my vacation fucked up," said their mother. "It's a special anniversary for your father, and as you damn well know he's already scored higher on the practice test than you did in the real thing twice. Now yes! Practice mannerisms and getting him adjusted to being a girl." "You mean he's going to be me?" Tracey asked, holding her chest, appalled. "Yup, and you're going to make sure everything's perfect, or we'll be pissing away our vacation, then I'll be throwing your ass in summer school, plus we'll have no choice but to stay home. AGAIN," said her mother. "Trust me, if that happens, the summer school will be the best part of the summer for you. Goodbye phone! Goodbye allowance! Goodbye shopping. And definitely goodbye boys." "But mom?" Tracey sighed. "Oh, and maybe I forgot to mention grounded for the entire summer?" said her mother. "So there's no BUT MOM crap. You got me Tracey?" "Ahhhh." Tracey nodded. "Yeah." "Then run upstairs and get everything you need to get him looking the part," said their mother. "And don't get the cheap crap you never use. He needs to look perfect." "Seriously! I even have to waste my expensive stuff on him!" whined Tracey. "You really expect once I do that, it'll make a difference?" "No, I expect every little thing will make a difference, so we're cutting no corners here," her mother scolded. "Now hurry up because I'd like you to make some progress while he's still stuck under the dryer. I guarantee the second I let him out from under there, he'll be getting antsy, so we'll need to strike while the iron's hot." "Fine, I'll get my irons too?" said Tracey, rolling her eyes. "But I'm not doing his hair by myself. You're going to help me with that, right?" "That was an expression Tracey, and HELLO? Who am I doing this for? Have I not been helping, or better yet doing everything so far?" said her mother, holding her head, annoyed. "Thank gawwd you're not taking this test, and I love you dearly but you sure you're not really a blonde." "Good one mom? Ha ha! No I'm not," said Tracey, making a nasty face and touching her hair. "But that doesn't mean I don't love my hair like this, and remember you're not either." "And neither is your brother, but he's about to realize soon that the dye job will not just wash out so easily like the makeup after your test, so please go get everything so we can see what we're working with before reality sets in on the poor boy," said her mother. "Right now he's sitting there relaxed under the heat, day dreaming about some stupid video games he's been dying for, but I'm thinking once he sees himself made up and in your clothes for real, that it'll be a whole different type of dying." "Ewww! Then that is my silk bathrobe!" said Tracey, feeling grossed out. "Please like do not even tell me he's in my underwear under there." "What kind of mother do you think I am Tracey?" said his mother, shaking her head. "Yes it's your robe, but of course I bought him his own girl's underwear. Now please move your ass and get everything, because I'll need to get him out from under the dryer in no time!" "Ok. I feel better now then," smirked Tracey, running up the stairs. Within five minutes, she was back with a ton of makeup and hair tools, dumping everything on the kitchen table as quickly her mother helped her sort it out. As Tracey readied everything, their mother switched off the dryer and checked one of the foils, giving Tracey a nod that she could begin on his face. "Sweetie, you're doing really good and while your sister does your face, mommy's going to do your legs," said his mother, lifting the bonnet off his head and touching his fingers. "You can put your fingers down now and just relax a bit, ok?" "Ok mom," said Ryan, looking at his sister who was moving his face around, evaluating him. "Wheehhh! I don't know how you girls do it sometimes, it was pretty hot under there." "Well, you may not have known before?" said Tracey dotting some foundation on his face. "But I guess you're about to find out, little sis." "Little sis," smirked Ryan. "I may have been the little brother but I'd say you're more the little sis." "And why is that?" asked Tracey as she contoured. "Enlighten me on that logic, genius?" "Ahh because I'm smarter than you?" said Ryan as she worked with her sponge. "Just because you're a better test taker doesn't mean you're smarter than me." Tracey turned his face, working down his neck. "I have a 100 average, and you barely pass," said Ryan as she blotted under his eyes. "You seriously think I'm not smarter than you?" "I don't know?" teased Tracey, sharpening her pencil. "Who's the one that gets to sleep in tomorrow, and who's the one getting his legs shaved?" "Well I'd say the smarter one is the one being waited on hand and foot," said Ryan as she held open his right eye, lining it. "But I guess you've already accepted you'll be spending your life waiting on others, while I in turn will be the one being waited on?" "Ok you two, that's quite enough and try not to fidget when I lift please," said their mother, slicing away his leg hair as she lifted his left leg up and reached down, doing under his knee. "Sorry mom, but whether she likes it or not, I'm still older," said Tracey, doing the other eye now. "Mom, does she have to call me she?" said Ryan as she added a little foam near his brows. "Please can't she just shut up and get this over with." "Enough please, both of you," said their mother, getting annoyed. "Really I'd rather she did so you get used to being a girl and no one is older. You're the same. Think of it like you're twins." "Eeewww! How annoying is that?" Tracey scowled, taking a straight edge to his brows. "I've never wanted a sister, and don't move please." "Yeah well me either, and easy with that," moaned Ryan, feeling her shave around his brows. "So you almost done or what?" "Seriously?" grumbled Tracey. "I've barely started." "Then that explains why you were always late and you barely have any time to study," said Ryan as she leaned back, checking they were even. "Maybe you shouldn't wear so much makeup." "Oh you'll be happy I do once I'm done, because finally you'll no longer look like your gross self," said Tracey as she clamped down, curling his lashes. "Like you normally do? Like some dork?" "It's better than looking like some slut," said Ryan nastily as she curled the other. "Don't be jealous, because all your friends like me," said Tracey, taking a brush and separating his lashes. "Like you? I doubt it?" replied Ryan as she began working on his eye shadow. "What they like is the bimbo look and your reputation, blondie." "Ok enough you two," interrupted their mother. "Maybe this is a bad idea, because I don't think I can take this bullshit our entire family vacation. Maybe we should just stay home?" "Sorry mom," said Ryan, seeing her getting upset as Tracey softly worked across his lids. "Sorry Trace." "I'm sorry too," said Tracey, followed by a big smile, checking each side. "And you know what? Maybe it will be fun to have a sister, even if it's just until tomorrow!" "Really?" said Ryan surprised. "Ok, I guess?" "Definitely," replied Tracey with a big smile on her face, reaching out and squeezing his cheeks. "I love my new sissy and I just love sharing all my stuff with her!" "Of course you don't," said Ryan, rolling his eyes. "Now enough with the theatrics, and just finish making me pretty, please?" "As you wish. Eyes closed please, girl." Tracey dipped her applicator in the next color. "And thanks for admitting I'm pretty, even if you said I look like a bimbo." "Maybe I just meant I'd be pretty," smirked Ryan as she continued gliding. "You will," said Tracey, working back and forth. "And a pretty blonde bimbo at that, my twin sister. Open, please." "I think I changed my mind, mom," said Ryan as the mascara wand approached. "As much as I want the gaming system. I'm pretty sure it's not worth it." "Well I didn't think it ever was sweetie, but you weren't that tough to convince once I dangled the carrot," said his mother, standing up as Tracey jumped back and forth coating his lashes. "But I'm done shaving your legs now, and you're already looking pretty cute even with a head full of foils. Now if you prefer to forget the whole thing, then you're about to be the prettiest half made up blonde boy sitting around the house without the latest toys, because no chance I'll be helping you undo this if you back out on me now." "Did I say I was?" whined Ryan, tossing up his hands as his sister blew on her big blush brush. "No, but I'm just making sure and I love you for doing this," replied his mother, leaning down and kissing his forehead as Tracey whisked across his cheeks. "And I love you even more now that I'll have a little sis. So pucker up for me, princess," teased Tracey as he wanted to kill her as he puckered while she brushed atop his cheek bones. "See mom? Was that really necessary?" grumbled Ryan as she brushed on some powder. "The comment no, and please Tracey!" giggled his mother, softly tapping his knee to keep him calm. "But a little highlight on your cheekbone? Yeah sweetie." "Sorry. I hate being labeled a princess sometimes too?" mumbled Tracey as she unscrewed a tube and dipped a brush atop it. "You kidding?" laughed Ryan as she began painting his lips. "I figured that was one of your nicer nicknames and you loved it." "If daddy is calling me his little princess, then sure, but it depends on what jerk is saying it," laughed Tracey, adding a layer of gloss. "But I also didn't say I didn't want to be treated like one?" "Ok, princess," Ryan joked as she stepped back, admiring her work. "Right back at ya little sis, and eyes closed," giggled Tracey, misting his face to set his makeup. "And would I rather be the one being pampered like royalty? Sure! But you're the princess today, girl." "No kidding, and is that what this feels like?" grumbled Ryan as he opened his eyes with them staring at him. "Well it's the kitchen table and no salon, but you'll just have to tough it out darling," said his mother, checking the foils. "Come sit by the sink, and in three more minutes I can get you washed out." Over to the sink he walked as his mother positioned a chair with it's back against the granite edge and then covered it in plastic. He hated them both looking down on him as they opened some bottles and then after some gossip, the oven timer beeped as he knew it was time. Back went his neck as off came the foils one at a time as his mother dropped section after section of his coated locks into the sink. It wasn't so bad having his hair scrubbed by his mother, as it was almost worse seeing his sister watch and squirt his head with the sprayer, rinsing on their mother's command. When finally she squeezed the moisture from his head and towel dried out the dampness, he followed her back to the kitchen table as they exchanged his wet plastic cape for a new dry one. "Ok just look straight ahead and I shouldn't really have to trim too much?" said his mother, combing through his hair, parting it down middle. "Trimming it?" Ryan asked as his eyes got large, seeing the scissors in her hand. "But she's got long hair, and I thought you'd still be adding extensions. Why would you be trimming anything?" "We will be adding them, and it's no big deal, just some shaping so don't panic," replied his mother, stretching some ends as she began trimming a bit. "It'll be barely noticeable with the way you wear you hair long and stringy behind your ears on your shoulders like a mess, and if I thought you'd really have to trim it a lot to pull this off, I would have forced your sister to get a bob last week at the salon when she had her roots touched up." "Yeah right? I would have freaked the hell out mom!" said Tracey, pulling at some strands of her long hair across her shoulders. "Only the girls that think they are hotter than they really are cut their hair like that." "Really, I bobbed my hair last year, and your father loved it," said his mother, trimming as she rolled her eyes at Tracey. "And what's the issue? You think you're not one of the girls pretty enough to pull it off?" "Don't be ridiculous mom? Of course I could pull it off, and that's not the point," said Tracey with some attitude, sliding her head back and forth. "Not interested, and I love my hair as is! Plus the colorist finally really nailed the shade, the depth and the whole thing and you know it mom!" "Well that part's true, and hopefully this amateur colorist nailed it as well," smirked her mother, stretching and measuring with her fingers. "I'm pretty sure I did, and did you really not like my hair shorter last year, because that's not what you told me?" "Well I kind of needed the wardrobe upgrade at the time, and you were so into the new you I just went with the flow," giggled Tracey as her mother turned on the blow dryer, hitting his hair. "It got me my Christian Louboutin's, so for that alone it was worth it." "You little bitch! I heard that," growled their mother, finger brushing through Ryan's hair as she dried it. "You made me think my hair cut looked good for fancy shoes and some new outfits?" "Yeah guilty," said Tracey, raising her hand. "But if you loved it so much yourself, then why did you grow it out right out again since supposedly you and daddy loved it so much?" "Heard that too smart ass! Because you're a freaking chip off the old block, and truth is I didn't like it that much either," chuckled her mother, pulling through his hair with a round bristled brush while drying it. "It was cute for the first week, and by the second I was kicking myself, so why do you think I bought you all those expensive extensions." "You were stealing them?" asked Tracey, surprised. "No, borrowing them when I was out to dinner and on a few date nights," said her mother with a grin, turning off the dryer and then misting his head. "But aren't you glad now since Ryan will need them too?" "I didn't think of it that way, but I guess?" replied Tracey, scratching her head thinking as her mother was brushing through her brother's entire head. "My hair is long anyway, and I really just wear them for volume, and when I do certain styles." "But you did wear the good ones to school today, even if it wasn't necessary? I'm guessing probably to show off for whatever new idiot you set out to impress?" said their mother, spinning her finger at her. "Turn around please, dear." "Oh that sucks, and I'm only wearing one weft," Tracey answered as her mother reached under her hair snapping them out. "And it's bad enough he'll be wearing my good extensions while I'm stuck without them, but seriously? Does he really need those?" "Well stuck in the house, do you?" Snapped her mother, pulling them out. "Now run up and get me at least one more. Maybe two." In a huff, up the stairs she ran before hurrying down with a handful of hair. She begrudgingly handed them to her mother, who almost had to rip them from her grasp like they were her prize possession, enjoying her daughter's angst as she stood there thoroughly annoyed. "Ok the style is on you now big sister. Finish it," teased his mother, measuring the extension against her son's head and then pulling them away. "But if you look at him without them I kind of think you do look really cute with a lob like this?" "Ewww mom like never?" said Tracey, looking at her brother as she approached him, opening her flat iron, sliding it down the first strand before stopping and stepping back, taking a better look. "But then again of course I would." "Could you be any more conceited?" asked Ryan, shaking his head as she misted on some heat protectant. "Could we not fight for like five minutes please?" said their mother, approaching with a bra. "Stand up please honey, and just continue Tracey." "Sorry mom," nodded Ryan as she slipped off his robe and slid his arms inside a bra. "It's called being confident little sis, and head straight before I burn you, blondie," Tracey giggled, stopping him from moving his face as his mother lifted his right arm. "But yes I think I could. And you'll be there shortly, my pretty twinnie twin twin." "I can hardly wait," said Ryan sarcastically, as she continued flat ironing his hair while his mother was snipping under his arm pits. "Not just yet, and this is so gross sweetie. Keep your elbows up a second and who knew this would be so long," said his mother, a bit grossed out looking under his arms. "This will definitely show in a white blouse if I don't handle it." "Boys really are disgusting," moaned Tracey, half heaving at seeing the huge hair snips fall to the floor. "Really?" said Ryan annoyed as his mother was shaving his right pit now while Tracey flat ironed on the left. "You're seriously saying that? You of all people?" "Relax ladies! The worst is over, and keep your arms straight out please, dear," said his mother, rubbing on some women's deodorant and then switching to a wet dry, wiping the fuzz from his forearms. "I'm the one doing the nasty shit here?" "Ok, like this is a joy for me too?" said Ryan, giving her a look as she buzzed away at the other arm. "Of course not, sweetie," smiled his mother, squishing his face as he felt the first weft snap in. "But it will be very soon. I love you so much Tracey." "Could he at least not be Tracey until maybe I'm like out of the room?" Joked Tracey, snapping in another as his mother slid his arms inside a shirt. "Sorry I'm sure it can't be easy looking like your obviously cute brother right, now can it?" laughed Ryan as his mother tapped his ankle, having him step into a skirt. "Cute brother," giggled Tracey, blending the extensions with his hair brushing and flat ironing while his mother zipped up the skirt. "I don't see any cute brother around mom? Do you?" "Behave, ladies," giggled their mother, sliding a sock up his left leg. "But big sis has a point, little Trace?" "Fantastic?" said Ryan sarcastically as the other sock went on. "We're behaving mom, just like good sisters do," giggled Tracey squeezing their faces together playfully as she was putting his shoes on. "I just mean him like wearing my makeup and my clothes is still freaking me out, though just a little, mom." "Well?" Their mother began to say. "But we're good, and I still love her," Tracey said with a smirk. "Eyes closed, sis." "So how nice is this," said his mother, getting up as his sister was covering him in hairspray. "It's like a classic moment in your life girls." "Seriously, a classic moment?" said Ryan, feeling the spray settle before he popped open his eyes, seeing them staring at him. "What now?" "Wow, honey," said his mother, getting almost teary eyed. "And yes, and that's a good thing." "And is that a good wow?" asked Ryan. "Or like a scary wow?" Ryan was dressed identically now to his sister, in her High School uniform as they stared at each other, seemingly sizing each other up. In a white shirt blouse, simple navy skirt, white knee high socks and navy saddle shoes, his mother had put him in a set of his sisters' uniforms to see how well they did. They had grown up only a year apart in age, always mistaken for boy-girl twins in their grammar school days, and both took after their mother when it came to their looks, which really worked well for Tracey. As tweens, they had both gone through some awkward phases as their twinning phase ended while their hormones took over in middle school. That all changed again as they got to their early high school years, as again their mother's dominant genetics kicked in full force. Ryan hated that he seemed to stop growing already freshmen year, never gaining his father's stature. Luckily he still wasn't the shortest kid, but instead of becoming big or burly, the changes that occurred for him and his sister were more subtle. Mrs. McDermott's natural soft facial structure also had translated well, delivering cute features for a handsome young boy and as well a very attractive girl, both of who never had to deal with having a big nose or a fat face. By his sophomore and her junior year, they had both grown into their high cheekbones, pear shaped faces and slim bodies, coming into their own as they became young teens. With his hair now lightened quite a few shades from a light brown dirty blonde base just as his sister's was and his makeup done identically to hers now, their resemblance was uncanny. Soft pinkish red glossed lips, blushed cheeks with a hint of shine and thick lashes now precisely mirrored his sister's daytime school wear makeup routine. Just that alone with maybe his hair pulled back in a bun might have even been enough to fool a casual acquaintance, but now ash blonde with golden highlights instead of his mousey brunette roots, they were seemingly twins once again. "I'm thinking a scary wow," grinned Tracey, softly bumping her shoulder against his and taking out her phone. "Like scary wow WOW. See for yourself, sis!" "Shit," gulped Ryan, staring at himself next to his sister in the phone's reflection in selfie mode. "This is fucked up?" His mother had seemingly nailed the details, and once his extended hair was flat ironed like hers was today, the resemblance was undeniable. If his straight hair hadn't been parted on the left and hers on the right, they could have possibly even tried tricking their mother, even though she knew every little intricate thing about each of them. As much as he wanted to scream that this could have turned out so well, he knew that was the idea and what he signed up for, yet staring at himself as his sister's double was still a bit disturbing. "Language, and I prefer we stick with the wow stuff, but really i don't think this could have turned out any better! Could it have?" asked his mother, a bitty giddy. "Shockingly, no," nodded Tracey, making some faces and patting herself on the back. "I'm such a good makeup artist!" "Yeah ok, because I did nothing and his hair did not turn out incredible right? Now give me that and let me take a few pics, girls," said their mother, taking Tracey's phone. "Stand next to each other for me and smile." "Don't mom," said Ryan, putting up his hand. "Shush," said their mother as he dropped his hand while she snapped a picture. "It's just for me, and I want to really study it a little in case we need to make a tweak here or there." "Like one mom," Ryan rolled his eyes. "You just took like a hundred." "No, I just took a few to see the angles, so don't be a pain in the ass," said their mother, handing the phone back to Tracey. "Now video him walking, and his mannerisms, because if he walks like a caveman in a skirt instead of a girl, we'll have wasted everything we've done. You got me?" "Where are you going?" said Tracey. "You can't just leave me with him like this?" "To change out of these dirty clothes, if that's ok with you?" replied their mother annoyed, stooping at the base of the stairs. "I've got dye all over my shirt, and I should be the only girl here looking a wreck? Now get started training, because this is for you in case you forgot that part?" "Huffffff!" scoffed Tracey after a little huff, looking over at her brother. "This should be a joy." For the next hour, she worked with him on the most basic feminine movements, having him sit, stand and walk. It took quite a bit of time for him just to adjust to sliding his hands down the back of his skirt so it sat properly before his tush hit the seat, and then not to wind up with his legs wide open. Eventually it was becoming second nature as he grew accustomed to flipping his left leg over the right or at minimum crossing his ankles. It took even longer though and various takes of himself watching his movements on video before he was getting down the simplest walk and hand movements, as his mother returned, changed and freshened up. It would take his mother introducing some kitten heels to his feet to speed up the training, and finally she became satisfied with his walk, but then it was his sister's suggestion of a tighter, more restrictive skirt in combination that seemed to make a big difference. They'd change him into serval outfits, continually making little tweaks here and there as finally he was getting comfortable as a girl. After three or four dozen more times around the room, and a few more changes in shoes, Tracy and her mother looked at each other, sharing a private giggle as Ryan stopped dead in his tracks. "What?" asked Ryan, making a puzzled face. "That bad, still?" "Seriously, little sis," smirked Tracey, shaking her head and raising her brows. "Well that did do the trick, Tracey?" said their mother, watching intently. "Of course it did?" said Tracey, walking over and putting her arm around his brother. "I can't believe I'm even saying this, but I finally think this is actually going to work, and he's ready, mom." "Exactly, and like I've always said. Trust your mother, Tracey," said her mother, acting confident. "Now run and get your brother a bag that will go with those shoes." "Really?" said Tracey, a bit surprised. "You're..?" "Hurry up and just do as I ask and sorry. I meant sister," said her mother, giving her a look and looking at her watch. "Ok, how hard could it be to carry a pocketbook?" said Ryan, making a face and rolling his eyes. "I just practiced everything. Do I really need to practice that?" "Not really, but we're trying to make everything as normal as we can, so it wouldn't hurt," replied his mother, opening the hallway closet and pulling out a coat. "Now no girl your age goes anywhere without a pocketbook, and this should work with your outfit, so put it on unless you changed your mind about getting the play station." "You mean now?" gulped Ryan. "Like you're taking me there to get it dressed like this, and right now?" For the last few hours he did as he was told, never worrying about even what outfit they had put him in as he practiced and learned. It was all of a sudden now impossible not to panic as he instantly recognized what he had been preparing towards for tomorrow had been shifted to not only today, but right this minute feeling an instant pain in his stomach. "Well I'm not letting you take it out of the box until you ace that test, but yes," nodded his mother, holding open a coat for him to put his arms in. "The sale ends tonight, and you'll be going out like this tomorrow anyway, so let's get moving because you're doing really well, but you can never have enough practice. Plus I'd rather you get some experience out in public anyway." He looked down towards the floor, ready to shit his pants as he suddenly became completely aware of what he was wearing and that he'd be leaving the house like some girly fashionista. He was in a black, cold shoulder three quarter sleeve top with some glitter scattered throughout the form fitting soft shirt, showing off a decent B-cup shape before it ended just at his waistline. Beneath it a tight salmon colored suede mini-skirt kept his legs tightly squeezed together, and highlighting the chic look beneath it, he'd been zipped into his sister's new, almost thigh high boots. Stylishly they folded over just about three inches above his knee cap before the expensive black suede tightly streamed down, ending in a 2 and ? inch heel spike. "But where are we going for it?" gulped Ryan, looking down, seeing his long nails and shivering as he struggled just to hold his arm out. "What if someone we know sees us?" "Best Buy of course, and you mean if they see me with my daughter?" said his mother, walking over and slipping his arms inside his sister's short double breasted black leather coat. "You smile, say hello and move on. Also another good reason for you to get out and get some practice outside theses four walls. Now give him the pocketbook Tracey, and don't you dare even think about leaving this house while I'm gone." "Fine, and I've got a reputation out there, so don't talk to anyone as me if you can avoid it," said Tracey, handing him the suede salmon bag that matched his skirt. "And you better avoid it." "Trust me, I will," replied Ryan, shivering as his sister arranged the bag's strap on his shoulder. "And I don't trust you young lady, so no phone until I get back," said her mother, putting out her hand. "Are you kidding?" objected Tracey. "No, since you forgot to tell me you got back two failed tests today, didn't you?" replied her mother, holding up her phone in her other hand. "I only noticed my alerts when I went up to change since I would have noticed this earlier had I not been stuck with my hands in dye or shaving legs!" "Crap," moaned Tracey, handing it over. "We'll talk about that later young lady, and put this in your pocketbook, Ry..." said their mother, taking it and handing it to Ryan before catching herself. "I mean Tracey. Now out the door missie, and instead of wasting time texting boys, how about you crack a book for a change." "Yeah, just what I wanted to do on a Friday night," Tracey mumbled as out the door went her brother and mother.