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Test Prep By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Four He'd never felt so happy to see his mother's car at the curb as he held out the paper, showing her he passed and was quickly embraced. She could barely contain her emotion as they drove off and she asked him a million questions about the content of the test. All the way home she was on cloud nine, loving every detail that her daughter could never provide, more proud than ever that their little plan had ended in success. All she could think about now was that their summer vacation would no longer be an issue, ready to burst as she pulled into the driveway as they got home. "So little sis did it!" yelled his mother, holding up the paper as she was practically dancing into the house. "Yes, and you know that I know of course," smiled Tracey, dusting the living room as they came in. "But thank gawwddd little sis, and in all seriousness.... Thank you, and I love you so much." "Yeah yeah," Ryan cringed as she was hugging him. "You're welcome. Now can I change and get out of all this stuff, please." "Absolutely, so take care of him please," said his mother, still with her keys in her hand. "I've got so much to do before we leave, so I'm off shopping and for a nice night out with the girls. After what you two have just put me through, I deserve a girl's night out and quite a few drinks." "Me?" Ryan pointed to himself. "What I put you through?" "Well not you honey, but it was still freaking stressful, and I may not have seemed worried, but of course I'm your mother," said Mrs. McDermott, fixing her hair in the mirror. "How could I not be?" "I guess," said Ryan. "I was stressed quite a bit too! Believe me?" "Of course you were, sugar?" whispered Tracey as she walked by him. "Ok mom, just go and I got this with little sis. I'll help her back to dweeb status in no time. Now enjoy the night, but remember I need some bras and shampoo please." "I'll try to get to that honey, but I'm doing some things for myself for a change," said their mother, rolling her eyes as she opened the door and rushed out. "Text me and remind me." "Are you kidding me Tracey?" said Ryan the second the door closed. "Troy? You send fucking Troy to meet me? I'm nobody's sugar?" "Could have fooled me, sugar?" laughed Tracey. "Stop it!" yelled Ryan annoyed. "Fine, but I sent Troy to meet me knowing I'd finish early, and I just can't keep blowing him off. He knew I was going to be there today for weeks, and this was planned long before you jumped into my shoes little, sis. We've had little time for fun lately, and I knew you'd be fine with him," said Tracey, raising her brows. "Was it really a big deal? A nice lunch and him keeping me company until mom arrived." "But that's not what happened and you knew that in advance!" yelled Ryan. "You put me once again in a really bad spot!" "You mean more happened? How interesting?" giggled Tracey. "He's so dreamy, and trust me, I'm so so jealous! The boy has got a tongue like a fucking chameleon, doesn't he?" "What the hell is wrong with you?" yelled Ryan. "If we had more time, gawwddd only knows what that asshole would have expected. He's strong as a fucking ox, and I could barely fight him off as it was." "But you did, right?" smiled Tracey. "Or did you give in to the big ox in his pants?" "Are you out of your mind!" screamed Ryan. "So obviously he's one of the jerks you blow! Isn't he?" "Maybe?" giggled Tracey. "But you didn't? Did you?" "Hell no, but I think he expected me to!" said Ryan. "And it's not funny. He could have forced me, and then what would I have done." "You would have sucked a little dick?" said Tracey. "What the big deal, party girl?" "The big deal is I am not a girl! And I am not even a partier at all, especially a party girl!" steamed Ryan. "And I'm definitely not gay!" "Interesting, because neither am I, but now I have this stupid bitch texting me, wanting to go do something together," said Tracey, spinning her phone. "I'm pretty sure she thinks I might be at least bi." "It was just a kiss," said Ryan. "Really, then what's this about her loving how you squeezed her breasts when she was topless?" said Tracey, scrolling. "She's talking about how mesmerized you were by staring at them while you held them and how erotic it seemed." "Oh yeah about that?" Ryan cringed. "Well it just kind of happened, and how would I know she'd change right in front of me? Plus come on, chicks do it all the time, don't they?" "Change together, sure! Squeeze each other's boobs like melons?" said Tracey, shaking her head. "Yeah, in bullshit movies or maybe the fat chicks that can't get hot boys do." "It wasn't like that," said Ryan. "We were changing and she was showing them off. She made me do it and put them in my hands. What was I supposed to do, because I couldn't let her touch mine obviously, and it was in private. It was only us there?" "But it wasn't only you when you were making out with her, was it?" Tracey pointed out. "No, but come on. She's so hot, and it was only kissing?" said Ryan, defending himself. "Hot? She's like ok at best! Really next to me or even you in my clothes she's like a seven at best! Trust me, the guys wouldn't look twice at her before she got that boob job standing next to me with half her tits," said Tracey with her hands on her hips. "And if its only kissing, then what's the big deal for you anyway about everything, party girl? So you kissed a few boys? It's only kissing right?" "So that's what this was about today!" said Ryan, getting really pissed. "You making sure everyone knows you're all over some hunk because you were pissed that I messed with your blonde slut chick image? So everyone knows you're still this bimbo princess?" "Well maybe a little?" said Tracey making a face. "But I'm no princess! I told you I sent it to Troy because he misses me. I wanted my fake ID and I'm grounded, moron. I figure if I have all these boyfriends and you for a little more time, that I can at least give everyone a bit of Tracey time they're all asking for before vacation." "Wait? Do not even say shit like that! I'm done now!" said Ryan, freaking out for a moment. "There is no more time left for me like this." "Again yeah but no little sis," smiled Tracey. "Mom's not home. I can't leave, and stupidly you made some commitments for me so guess what? You princess are not done yet, and I may suck at math but with two of me...?" "Do not even joke about that," said Ryan, getting angry. "Oh I'm not, pretty girl," said Tracey, looking at him like she was sizing him up. "I've thought about this since yesterday. I figure with a bit of juggling, I can get in seeing everyone and meeting all my commitments before we leave. So guess what? You're not done yet, party girl?" "Stop, Tracey," said Ryan. "This was never part of the deal. It was pass the test and go on vacation. If some other shit happened by accident along the way, then that's your problem to deal with." "Well my problem is about to ring the doorbell in exactly one hour and forty five minutes, with his parents excited about meeting his new girlfriend that he told the whole school about," replied Tracey, spinning her hair. "You see I somehow committed to going to his sister's engagement party TODAY, so when my problem shows up, I guess the Tracey that made this commitment will just have to break up with him in front of his parents." "You can't be serious?" said Ryan. "That's today?" "Aahhh yeah blondie," said Tracey with a smirk. "He'll be here soon all dressed up in a suit with mommy, daddy and I'm pretty sure his grandparents too." "Are you nuts?" yelled Ryan. "Tell him you're sick." "He just saw me in best buy last night, moron," said Tracey. "Did you forget already?" "No how could I?" said Ryan, feeling sick to his stomach. "Oh my stomach! Just say you puked all night! Say it's a girl thing or something? You're good at all this bullshit?" "Really?" said Tracey. "He knows I just took the test and timed everything to give me enough time to get ready when I got home. As it is, the family might be late to their own daughter's engagement dinner, just give me enough time to get ready and come get me." "No fucking way, Tracey," said Ryan, leaning back against the wall. "I can't take any more of this. You're just going to have to break up with him when he gets here." "Fine, I'm a bitch so I really don't give a shit and we can break up. I wasn't looking to have him as a boyfriend anyway," said Tracey matter of factly. "But it's your mess, and you'll be the bitch today! He's your idiot friend anyway, so you'll do it when he gets here. I'm not doing anyone else's dirty work today. I already did moms, and I love you, but this one's on you so I'll help you change back after you break up with him." "I've never broken up with anyone in my life," said Ryan, leaning back against the wall, shaking. "Let alone as a girl and in front of his parents! Holy shit!" "Yeah well it sucks, but it's part of life unfortunately," said Tracey, patting his shoulder. "You turn cold and you just do it. I fucking hate it though myself! Why do you think I have so many boyfriend's?" "I thought it was because you like having them, not because you couldn't break up with them?" reasoned Ryan. "Ok, so you got me there, and you'll need to do it quick because I have Jimmy scheduled to arrive about fifteen minutes after you were supposed to be picked up," said Tracey, looking at her watch. "I'll need you upstairs and silent by then." "You just told me you couldn't go out with Kenny," said Ryan, getting pissed. "But now you're leaving with another guy?" "No, I'm grounded and mom will be tracking my phone for sure, so I'm going nowhere," said Tracey. "But she didn't say I couldn't have any boys over, and I'm dying to see him, so break that shit off quick." "Holy shit," gulped Ryan. "In front of his parents who are thinking they're taking me out as his date! He is going to freak the fuck out and probably never even talk to me again in school." "By me, you mean you right?" giggled Tracey. "Or maybe me too?" "Yeah probably both," sighed Ryan. "Ah yeah that's a safe bet," smirked Tracey. "For me I say whatever? But really I'd say your friendship is done, but again that's on you, not me little sis. I'm just the ding bat blonde boys like. Isn't that what you told me?" "No, you're the bimbo slut who's going to suck off her boyfriend in our living room, and I guess I'm the ding bat blonde this evening," said Ryan, tossing up his hands and sitting back on the couch, pouting. "How much time do I have before I need to get ready?" "I kinda figured you'd come around on this one and like none, sis! It's a fancy party, so we've got shit to do." Tracey grabbed his arm. "Come on upstairs missie, and let's get his pretty date ready." "I can't even believe I'm agreeing to this?" moaned Ryan, walking up the stairs. "Believe it, and this is going to be fun," giggled Tracey. "Yeah for you, not me," groaned Ryan. "Well for both of us," said Tracey. "Especially when you are me! Now shut up and get undressed. I pulled out a few dresses, so let's see how they look on Kenny's girlfriend." In no time she had stripped him down to his panties and bra before quickly she had him try on dress after dress. Spinning and turning with every change, she snapped some pictures with her phone so she could compare how they looked on him. By the sixth dress, he was complaining more and more yet she didn't let up for a second with two more to go. When the last dress was finally on, she had narrowed down the options in her mind and then scrolled back and forth on her phone while he stood there annoyed. "Are we done?" whined Ryan. "Just pick something already?" "Chill little sis!" said Tracey, scrolling back and forth. "I think I narrowed it down at least, but it's not that easy when you have no boobs, unless you want me to put you in one of my dresses from when I was eleven. I still fit in them, which means so will you." "Like I'd know the difference?" said Ryan, throwing up his hands. "And I'm not even sure if that's supposed to make me feel better or worse." "Well neither, but if I do then maybe they'll think you're just adorable enough if they need a flower girl for the wedding," Joked Tracey. "Wouldn't that be awesome?" "For you yeah!" replied Ryan. "Because I am definitely 100 percent done after this, so don't even go there?" "That's so sad," Tracey frowned, being silly before pointing to one of the dresses on the bed. "And why we'll have to make this count for you little sis! Put the seafoam green dress on again, and then silver and then the blue dress back on one last time." "This is so annoying," Tracey said as she zipped him up in it. "Just pick one, you have the pictures." "I know, but it's between this one and mom's seafoam green one," said Tracey. "I love you in both, so I'm just thinking about what I'd do to your hair and makeup in both." "You put me in one of mom's dresses?" gulped Ryan, looking down. "Seriously?" "Why not? I wear them all the time whether she likes it or not," said Tracey. "We're all the same size. Isn't that so cool? Not stand still and let me finish my thoughts." "No, it is not the one and please pick a different one," said Ryan, trying to reach around to the zipper of the seafoam green dress. "That would freak me out and be even weirder than this already is." "Trust me even though you fit most of her stuff, you can't wear a lot of them anyway," said his sister, pushing at his chest. "For obvious reasons, as she's got me by a cup size and obviously I've got you there too sis. But in this I could pad it just right and I never mind being a little bodacious." "Yeah, but I do, so just pick a different dress, please," said Ryan. "And have you discussed yet with mom about your bodacious bullshit issues and that you're looking to get a boob job." "Who told you that?" snapped Tracey. "Mother fucker! It was that slut you kissed, Veronica, wasn't it?" "Yeah?" said Ryan with a smirk. "How are you going to explain that one when you walk in like Dolly Parton?" "Shut the fuck up, and I'm not!" replied Tracey, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. "For your information, mom knows I'm considering a future enhancement and is cool with it. We discuss all stuff like that and I'd never behind her back. I figured she did it way back when, so why can't I?" "Did you really have to tell me that?" gulped Ryan. "She's always been so gorgeous, why would she have needed them?"! "Vanity, little sis," said Tracey. "It kind of runs in the family, pretty girl." "No shit, and please get me out of her dress," Ryan begged. "Yup! Vanity wins again, because I think I agree I'll be sexier in the silver and royal dress," smirked Tracey, unzipping him. "One glimpse seeing you in that and I think that'll do the trick." "The trick?" asked Ryan as she helped him change. "Isn't this all really just a trick?" "Not for Kenny, and don't be mean! He's a doll! You know he's thinking it's more a treat than a trick to be with me, pretty girl!" said Tracey, raising her brows as she stepped back, taking a good last look at him in the dress she chose. "Oh yeah, that'll be quite the treat and make his head spin when I'm done with you in that." "I do not like the sound of that," gulped Ryan, looking down at the dress. "Maybe I should try on one of those dresses from when you were eleven." "Don't you dare tempt me, and I damn well would love to stuff you in one if I didn't have a reputation to uphold," laughed Tracey, unzipping him. "Even now I'd still make the cutest flower girl and so it sucks getting old! Well except for the sucking part, which is actually is fun in case you decide to give it a whirl with Kenny while you're still a hottie." "Like go fuck yourself sis," laughed Ryan, turning around and giving her the finger. "You are so gross." "Guilty." Tracey smiled, raising her hand. "But remember the part I do not do, my twinnie chick! My reputation stands as pure so don't mess with that. Now go sit your pretty ass at my vanity. Time to get sexy as hell." "Oh jeez," gulped Ryan as she held open one of her robes. "Oh just shush," said Tracey, slipping it on him and taking some whitening strips from her drawer. "Just try not to say much and let me do what I gotta do please." For such a horrible student, she had such a quick wit as she knotted the belt of her floral print silk robe and he sat at her vanity, quieted slightly by the strips on his teeth. She pulled up one of her snack tables and laid his hand out flat, extending his fingers. Off came the polish his mother had just put on his fingers yesterday, as the stench of the remover cleared his nasal cavity. He sat disgusted at what he got himself into, as slowly but surely she repainted his nails. After both hands had their initial coat of new color, she switched gears, painting his toes which were never on the agenda before this afternoon. He wanted to scream as she pushed the cotton balls between them, annoyingly separating them and taking amusement in his angst. When she eventually added a new element of sparkle and clear coated every nail, he just sat sprawled out and slumped until she got up, beginning to pull out her wide array of cosmetics. "They look great right?" His sister lifted his left hand and did a final inspection. "I think these are pretty colors for me? Or I mean you?" "Please, Tracey." Ryan gave her a look. "Oh stop, and you're welcome." His sister giggled, taking out some makeup wipes. "Just close your eyes and don't be so difficult." With his foundation already done, she began by wiping away his more neutral daytime eye shadow and then opened a huge pallet with a wide array of colors and pencils. Across the edge of his eye lid now ran a thick liner, as she pressed his eye closed, lining both above and below. With her left hand now, she held his eye open doing the water lines inside his lashes and then switched to an electric blue pencil and then followed with a light grey. Her attention to detail, even before she had dipped an applicator into a charcoal color, was dizzying as back and forth she went from eye to eye as he opened and closed his eyes on command. He had no idea what his eyes would look like when she was done as pinks, silvers and blues seemed to be added, but what he did know that they would be nothing like the simple colors he had donned previously. For fifteen minutes, she worked just on his eyes alone and then out came a container filled with dozens of small packages of false lashes. They looked huge as she glued the edges and held them outstretched in front of his face while using a lash comb separating his own lashes until they got tacky. It was hard not to notice a glisten to the edges of a few of the individual hairs before she glued them in place and then down clamped the curler, bending them with his before she cautiously blended them together. Three coats of mascara on each side was just the precursor to her making fine adjustments to his eyeliner and then squeezing his cheeks in as she attached with her blush brush. White taupe powders under his lower lashes were followed by high shine blusher above his cheek bones, as immediately he could notice a shimmer resonate from his cheekbones, even though he couldn't see his face. She was a contouring maniac as she brushed a light beige color at each side of his nose and then blended at his forehead and chin with a brush. The intricacy of her work was nothing like she'd done to him before, and all he could think about was that if she paid this much attention to any of her school work, he'd never be in this situation at all. Unfortunately though, he was, as out came a lip liner as she sculpted his lips, lining above the edges and below the natural seam. He'd smile wide and then tight as she worked diligently, before eventually filling the color as he could feel the difference between what she had done previously and the pasty type lip stain. "Ooh lala, my little glam goddess! Looking good," teased his sister, brushing on some powder. "One more minute before I'll set this pretty face and then we should be in decent shape time wise for me to curl up all that pretty hair." "You're scaring me, Tracey," mumbled Ryan. "It's almost like you're having too much fun with this, and what happens if his mother wants to have a full blown conversation with me about stuff. Boys are easy because I know what they're thinking about, but a mom? What do girlfriends say to boy's moms?" "Close your eyes sis until I tell you, and I'll enlighten you." Tracey misted his face as he closed them. "Let's start with... I tell them as little as possible honestly." "Yeah now that's a big help," sighed Ryan, feeling the dampness. "Ok, well you're already off to a bad start, as to the mom's you are never a bitch," said Tracey, separating his hair and beginning to clip some of it up. "To the mom's, you are sweet as pie and compliment them, stupid." "Ok, like about what?" asked Ryan as she was sectioning and pulling. "Their dress. Their shoes. Their hair! Or even some little things like a pretty color or a nice piece of jewelry," said Tracey, brushing through his small sections. "And then you just hold hands, rub fingers or squeeze in with their son like he's the most important guy in the world and you're good. You'll be fine, and trust me you're going to look beautiful. I promise." "Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," replied Ryan as she stretched a long section near his nape and coated it in hairspray. "The only thing you should be afraid of is me burning you if you keep fidgeting," said his sister, wrapping his hair around the barrel and rolling it up tightly behind his left ear. "Now shush, and maybe I can get your hair done in thirty five or forty minutes if you sit still." "Thirty five minutes," Ryan questioned her as she dropped down the first curl, cupping it in her palm and holding it for a moment. "I have to sit here like this for another thirty five minutes?" "Or forty or maybe forty five? Fidget and you'll keep your boyfriend's parents waiting, because no shot I leave this house with a curl out of place, missy," said his sister, brushing through the next section. "Now please just sit, because I'd rather not send you down there to answer the door half done, and even worse have to push back my own date." "He's your boyfriend, not mine!" moaned Ryan as she rolled up the next curl. "Now just hurry up." "I am not rushing, and you fucking know it!" yelled Tracey, rolling it tighter for a moment and pulling at hair against his scalp "Fine! Fine," Ryan agreed, knowing he better not push her. "I'm sorry." "Of course you are, and I look amazing in curls, so temper the water works before I have to go back and fix your face," Tracey told him, dropping the curl into her hand and cupping it for a minute. "And it really is so so much easier doing my own hair when it actually isn't on my own head, if that makes any sense." "Yeah, because that really sounds like it makes so much sense, doesn't it?" said Ryan, sucking back a whimper as she rolled up the next one. "Shut up." Tracey smiled before releasing it again. "You knew what I mean." "Maybe I did, and maybe I didn't," replied Ryan, rolling his eyes as she extended a strand, brushing. "What..Evvaaa you little whiner," said Tracey with some attitude, thinking as she coated it in hairspray. "It's just there's like so much I want to try to see if it would look good on me, and now I can." "No, you can not," Ryan replied as she rolled up the next one. "This is my last day as your stupid Barbie, so just finish doing whatever the hell it is you're doing so I can get this over with." "Fine! Be a freaking kill joy." Tracey laughed, catching the curl as she freed it. "But since you're not my Barbie much longer, I'm trying a few cute things right now, whether you like it or not!" "Please don't, sis," cried Ryan, spinning a bit towards her. "Stop it, and sit still! You can not rush beauty," said Tracey, pushing at his shoulders, extending a strand and brushing. "Plus I've always made my pretty Barbie's just perfect for her handsome Ken doll, so why would today be any different." "Haha!" laughed her brother sarcastically, as she rolled up his hair. "Good one, bimbo." "Well obviously today I'm not joking am I, blondie?" giggled his sister, dropping down a curl and tossing it on his shoulder purposely so he could see it out of the corner of his eye. "Like every other Barbie before you, you're about to look just perfect when you hook up with your handsome Ken?" "Oh gawwdddd! How I hate you!" replied Ryan, steaming inside as he glanced at the curls on his shoulder while she brushed through the next strand. "Nahhh! Ya love me sis!" Tracey reached in, giving him a hug after she rolled it up. "Now please shut up and let me finish making myself into a hottie for my stud muffin, Kenny!" "I am not calling him a stud muffin," said Ryan seeing the next curl join his shoulder. "Not happening." "Why not?" giggled Tracey, brushing the next strand. "It already has. You texted him today, calling him that! It's your pet name for him." "Do you ever stop?" moaned Ryan, feeling the next curl roll up. "Nope, and his mother thinks it's adorable she told him," Tracey dropped down the curl. "So relax, you're already off to a good start with her and she hasn't even met me yet." "Fantastic!" said Ryan sarcastically as she sprayed and rolled it up. "Exactly! See, I knew you come around to my thinking, blondie." Tracey dropped down the next curl. "Whatever you say at this point, sis," said Ryan, defeated as the next curl plopped onto his shoulders. "Just concentrate on filling my head with curls and I'll shut up now, ok?" "As you wish, Cinderella," giggled Tracey. "Another dozen or so curls and it's time for a different type of teasing before I continue anyway, princess." There was nothing he could do but roll his eyes and sit as she preyed upon his hair with her hot iron, continually bending his follicles. After another ten minutes of her twisting and turning at least, she finally put down the hot tool and went to working sectioning atop his head. Long brush strokes in front of his hair finally ceased as he now had a thick long section hanging, which annoyingly sat blocking his vision. In a way it was better to just sit partially in the dark as he could feel her lifting and backcombing at the crown of his head. "Hold out your palm and hold these for me," his sister ordered, lifting his wrist before turning over his hand filling it with pins. "I am so excited to try this on myself." "I bet." Ryan felt her twisting at the back of his head and taking some pins. "Don't be an ass, or I'll make yours hang out for the world to see," said his sister, constantly tugging around the back of his head. "Yeah right?" said Ryan, shaking his head. "Like you'd do that to yourself?" "Exactly, and do not move, girl." Tracey stopped him from bobbing and wound in a band. "See how smart you're getting for a dumb blonde, you little slut?" "Not smart enough to get out of this mess I got myself into?" Joked Ryan before feeling her pulling some little hairs. "Oucchhh. Damn, go easy sis!" "Sorry! It's like precise shit I'm doing here," said Tracey as he cringed as she kept pulling. "Patience, and I'm almost done." Almost done seemed to last a lot longer than expected, as pins constantly left his palm before scratching against the back of his head and little spurts of hairspray seemed endless. A little tug at one side would be followed by a little tug just millimeters away, as she seemed to be softly tugging in a clockwise motion for about a four or five inch circular circumference. Finally she returned from the back of his head out in front, as finally her comb parted the sea of hair from his eyes. It took a few small adjustments until she was satisfied, pulling half the hair from the left of his nose and sliding in a straight pin as clearing half his vision. That half would soon become both eyes, as she extended the unpinned long strands on the right away from his face, brushing through them three or four times. When she finished, she coated them heavily in spray before out came her thin flat iron before gliding the entire length not once but twice. It was not what he expected as she unpinned the other section now, repeating the straightening as shortly two long thick straight clumps were dropped back partially covering his eyesight, as he could see out only from the apparent middle part. The cord of a much thicker barreled curling iron now stretched across his robe and then wound in not from the root like before but from his cheek down, as the hot ceramic tool sizzled just inches from his cheek. When she released the new curl, she held it cupped in her hand for a good dozen or so seconds before unspinning it as she sat it against his cheek. After repeating the same process on the other side, she gingerly spread some of the width from his forehead to his earlobe with her pick and fingers before digging the pick in, lifting at the crown of his head. With his hair seemingly tightly bound and pinned plus already teased, it was an anxious time as he didn't want to whine, but it was considerably annoying. A few last squirts of pump spray and then just that fast she was covering his eyes as she coated his entire head one last time, as there was no chance he could even breathe without taking in all the fumes. When the vapors finally cleared, she was changing his earrings and then added a bracelet as he felt nauseous knowing he was just about done. "Stand up, sis." Tracey was all business now. As he stood, she pulled off his robe, tossing it onto her bed and then kneeling down ever so cautiously, pulling off his panties. "Trace? What are you doing here?" asked Ryan, leaning down and grabbing her wrist. "Just the panties, not the gaff holding your stupid junk of course, so don't freak," said Tracey, pushing away his hand. "Trust me, I'm not planning on seeing anything I shouldn't be seeing on you, so chill and you can't be in lacey panties in that dress or the panty lines will show." "Oh?" nodded Ryan. "Got it, I guess?" "Well whether you do or you don't, step in," Tracey told him as she pulled some bikini cut royal blue silk panties. "It's not like I share underwear with anyone, and definitely wouldn't want your little junk touching my delicates." "Please, don't even joke about that," gulped Ryan as she looped his arms into a silver, thin silk bra. "I know my mom wouldn't approve, and bought me my own underwear." "In mismatched royal blue and silver silks like she thought you'd be wearing with this dress?" laughed Tracey, clasping the back. "Oh gawwwdd, I'm in your underwear now too," moaned Ryan, looking down. "Oh stop! This I'm not doing back flips over either, but it's obviously necessary," said his sister, stuffing in some padding. "I'd never use this combo honestly, but it's a halter style bra so be lucky I even have one that fits you and won't show under this dress. Last time I wore this dress I went braless, with just silicon underwire pushups, but that's not an option with your flat issue." "Gee I feel so much better now that I'm in your underwear after that pep talk," Ryan answered sarcastically. "I'm so glad with your skinny killer bod, sis," teased Tracey. "And it's not like you'll be taking off your clothes for your boyfriend, will you?" "Do you ever stop, Tracey?" moaned Ryan, annoyed by her giggle as she ripped open a package of sheer hose and then rolled them up with her fingers. "Please, never even make a joke like that." Carefully now she had him step into them as she stretched them over his toes then up his legs before snapping the waistband just under his naval. "Ok easy because this has to be super sensitive," said Tracey as Ryan gulped as she peeled a square bandage, sliding it over his sensitive new piercing and then tugged gently on the hose, pulling them up over it. A few tugs here and there to straighten them to her liking and then she unzipped his dress for him to step into to wear out this time. Once he was inside the soft garment and she cautiously lifted his curls clipping the three clasp behind his neck, he could feel his fingers tingle as she zipped up the back. Trying on fancy dresses in her bedroom being critiqued with each change was one thing, but getting ready to leave with his arms, shoulders and half his back exposed was suddenly quite chilling. That chill would seconds later feel more like an artic freeze as he almost couldn't believe the shoes she now pulled from her closet. "Don't panic, just hold my shoulder," said Tracey, seeing his fright as she kneeled down in front of him, lifting his right foot. "So are you trying to make me look stupid when I fall on my ass, or are you really trying to kill me?" groaned Ryan, almost feeling like his ankle would break from the elevation of the first shoe. "Yeah like I'd embarrass myself ever, moron," replied Tracey, shaking her head as she buckled the double straps around his ankles. "You'll be fine." "Oh gawwddd," gulped Ryan, suddenly standing up in both heels. "Don't you have anything lower or easier to walk in?" "Yup, but I wouldn't be wearing them with that dress to a fancy party, so neither will you," said his sister, standing up after fastening the other shoe. "You've got five minutes to practice until they get here, so walk back and forth while I load your purse, plus I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind you clutching onto him all night." "Stop calling him that," yelled Ryan, frustrated and very carefully walking. "He's your boyfriend, not mine! I fucking hate all this shit! It's exhausting!" "Sometimes it is exhausting to get ready to be appreciated." Tracey watched him walk and turn. "At least now you'll have a new appreciation for what goes into looking good for a boy." "Spending almost two hours to get ready?" said Ryan, moving back and forth. "Seriously? Was that really necessary?" "Well sure I could have done something much simpler with your hair or not tried to find the perfect dress, but would that make any sense?" said his sister, grabbing his hand and pulling him over towards her closet where she flipped open the walk in door and he was suddenly standing in front of the floor length mirror. "So you tell me?" "Oh boy!" said Ryan, swallowing hard, looking at his entire image now really dolled up. "Oh boy exactly, pretty girl!" smirked Tracey, touching his back. "Like I'd leave this house looking like I take short cuts when it comes to looking amazing! Don't think so, you sexy bitch?"! He stood there knowing she was right, that his sister would never skimp on a single detail as he stood there as her twin in the long mirror. Suddenly though, he was the much hotter twin all made up in a fancy dress and hairdo as she stood next to him with much simpler makeup, a high half pony and in jeans. On his feet, silver open toe platform pumps had a four and a half inch spikey heel and a metallic sparkle. His newly painted fire engine red toenails were prominently on display fronting the thin toe strap, and sat nervously wiggling atop a half inch elevated shoe platform. Two zig zag straps behind the toe strap kept the base of his feet in place against the dramatic arch of the open strappy shoe design, but it was the double buckled ankle straps that anchored his feet from wavering inside the exotic stilettoes. His feet being exposed like this would be one thing, but beyond the challenge of walking, it paled in comparison to the exposure of his smooth legs. He'd been in her short skirts before, but with his legs covered by boots or high socks it was now no longer the case, as his legs in the front were now completely exposed. Maybe that had added to chill he was feeling, but he knew it was more than just his legs on display. Back and forth he wavered, looking at the front and rear view of his dress, now fully grasping his exposure as he'd be soon be leaving like this. Like it or not, it was an extremely flattering hi-low dress with a sparkly silver embroidered halter top and beneath the waistline an attached soft flowing royal hi-low skirt. In front, the chiffon skirt was extremely short, fully exposing his legs well above the knee before it tapered, growing longer just in front of each hip bone and to an almost floor length in the back. On top, the sleeveless halter top was snapped around his neck in a collar like fashion, fully exposing his shoulders and arms. With the dress also open in back showing off his bare shoulder blades and spine from his rib cage up, he'd be showing off quite a bit of skin, yet not an ounce of his molded false boobs. As he rotated back and forth getting a look at himself from every angle, he now understood the weird backless bra that was more like a bikini type looped around his neck, and the need to match his panties to the dress, as another color would likely show through the thin chiffon material. If just his outfit alone wasn't enough to send his date's head spinning, then his heavily made up face would do the trick. Huge flirty false lashes now batted out, fronting racooned liner which surrounded his crystal blue pupils and shimmery apple red cheek bones glistened in his reflection. His sister had done some intricate work on his lids, with thicker blackened edges on the outsides atop a precision straight liquid liner. A mild wing shape extended the lines at the outer crease before a hint of white shimmer finished off the outer edge above his cheekbone. Next to each from the outside working in, an opal blue blended, turning to a tiny splash of royal in the middle before again turning opal. Above the blues at the brow line and edges near his nose, a soft taupe white helped add some dimension, but it was an electric blue line above each lash edge that added some hard to miss pop. If all that detail wasn't enough, a slight element of translucent eye glitter at the outer edges also drew your attention, but the tiny sporadic crystals inside his false lashes made the entire look unique. He knew now why she had spent so much time on his face, as the work around his eyes and cheeks was incredibly elaborate. He licked his lips, tasting the strawberry top gloss, realizing instantly as he stared at his mouth that she over lined them, delivering a bigger, plumper appearance as they gleamed ever so invitingly in a glossed coral pink. He was that almost pristine plastic Barbie, undoubtedly with flawless make up and a flirty dress, but even that wasn't enough for Tracey, so she had to finish off packaging him with "to die for" hair. Again he turned, shaking his head slightly, watching his hair waver, staring at the stacked layers of loose curls down his back. He'd hadn't even realized until now that she had added more wefts in the back, as aside from the one he'd already been bestowed with, it was now obvious with all the thick curls sliding across his spine. What was certainly more shocking was he now understood the annoying tugging, and where all the pins must have disappeared into on his head, as now behind a slightly teased bump at his crown sat a blonde, floral like rosette. It was a rose like medallion made of his actual hair, as she carefully sculpted dainty strands into a lovely circular flower shape. Loops and twists of his multi-tonal blonde locks were turned, molded and layered to resemble each rose pedal, which resulted in the appearance of a golden rose blooming above his curls at the back of his head. Some glittered hairspray on just the rose shape gave it a life of its own, sitting delicately sparkling above the spirals as it was such a girlie touch that even her fanciest Barbie doll probably never had. She was talented, his sister, in the artistry of being femininely creative, having accessorized his hair with just his own hair yet that didn't help ease his angst hearing some car doors now slam outside. With his gaze broken and his ears perked up, he turned, sucking in a breath and sliding some hair gently from his eyes with his nail tip. In front, she had sectioned the two long thick strands from a short three inch deep middle part that fronted his little puff and turned each section away from his face in a soft, wing-like style just outside the edge of his eyelashes off his cheekbones. Below his jaw, each wing turned back into a soft loose curl, spiraling a few times down his chest as it sat fronting each shoulder. Behind it, large crystal teardrop earrings wavered from his lobes, and a thick matching tennis bracelet graced his right wrist. He could hear some chatter outside now as his sister hurried, sliding rings on and off a few fingers while she tried finding the right fit and then he looked down at his glitter pink polished, long almond shaped nails, shivering as she jammed a sapphire ring on his pinkie. When she stepped back and then dosed him in perfume, his gasp was more than from it stinging his nasal cavity as the doorbell rang. He looked at her, wanting to crawl under a rock as she hugged him, handed him his clutch and then yanked him into the hallway without saying a word. He was now about to be his friend's date, and it was his own unfortunate doing as his legs were trembling as he stood looking down at the images of people through the front door's beveled glass sidelights. "It'll be fine," Tracey said behind him at the top of the stairs. "I put one of my cases on your phone, and everything else you need to touch up is in your purse. Time to turn on the McDermott charm, little sis." "This is even crazier than dressing up to take the test," gulped Ryan, frozen and looking down. "I don't think I can do it, Tracey." "Oh stop, I'm already looking even hotter than ever when I look at you sis if I don't say so myself," said Tracey, patting herself on the back. "Now get your gorgeous ass down there and just don't lose mom's earrings or bracelet. They're expensive, and don't worry miss smooch machine, I put in a lip color that doesn't kiss off." "I so fucking hate you," Ryan pouted, taking the first step down the stairs.