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Test Prep By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Six It actually might have felt even worse than almost sucking off Layton or even kissing countless guys, as Chelsea air kissed him on each cheek and left the bathroom. He'd suddenly been anointed as not only gay, but the boy desired by other men who were doing gawd knows what as they stared as his picture. He wondered how he'd ever shake the thoughts of guys desiring him as his male self, and even worse, he'd lost out on dating a hot model that was infatuated with him. He dialed up his sister and she finally answered. "Ahhh finally," yelled Ryan. "You're supposed to be there for me, picking up if I need you." "Sorry, I was a little busy with my mouth kind of full, and I did hear your messages," replied Tracey. "Not that I don't want to hear every detail, as it seems maybe your mouth has been a little full as well." "Please just shut up, don?t make jokes and listen," Ryan explained all that had happened. For five minutes she listened without interrupting and then when he finished spilling his guts as he sat back to hear her advice, she said something that blew his mind. "You know it?s been quite the weekend for you sis, but blame mom that she made you so adorable, and remember she always says shit happens for a reason," said his sister. "You give any thought to that at all?" "Did you just listen to everything I said to you on the phone?" said Ryan, getting even more upset. "Did you?" "Every word," replied Tracey. "And who gives a shit what anyone labels you? I?m labeled a slut and a bimbo, and after you kissed that freak wench last night, gawd knows what people are saying about me. So again who cares? I never care and neither should you!? In the end you know who you are, and so a few people think you're soft or gay or whatever. If it bothers you that much, then maybe you should have swallowed down Layton?s jizz, or maybe you are freaking super sensitive?" "But I?m not!" whined Ryan. "I did all this for you, and a lot of other shit just happened! You know that." "Of course I do, so just go chill and be pretty while you still can," said Tracey. "I bet you?re having fun being the hot chick and kissing boys, aren?t you?" "Is the power of being the hot chick incredible? Well yeah, but is this not fun! yelled Ryan. "Kissing boys no fucking chance, but that doesn?t make me..?" "Gay?" laughed Tracey. "No, you?re a pretty girl kissing a cute boy. Right, sis?" "Well yeah," said Ryan. "Otherwise I wouldn?t be doing it. Of course I?m a girl, and I?m definitely not gay." "Exactly, you sexy be--aatch!" joked Tracey. "So don?t be so damn sensitive like the rest of us prima donna?s and go enjoy it while you can, since that Kenny is a damn good kisser." "Fine, and please make sure my Uber will be here exactly when this thing ends. I?m exhausted and these heels are killing me, so I?m done the second this thing ends," Ryan told her. "And thanks for the pep talk I think?" "You're welcome pretty girl, and of course it will be," said Tracey. "See you at home, and be sure to give him a little tongue for me sis." "You really are gross," said Ryan. "See you later." "Yes I am," said Tracey with a giggle. "And that?s why you love me." "No that?s why half the boys in the state love you," Ryan rolled his eyes. "Well yeah, that too," giggled Tracey. "Now hang up because I need to get back to Brad so I can get him out of here in time for Cinderella to arrive home and I can turn her back. See ya little sis!" Ryan just slapped his forehead in the mirror, having to smirk as he shook his head back and forth, watching his curls reverberate while his lip gloss beamed in the mirror. Out the bathroom door he went, weaving through the crowd and then stood in the pack watching Kenny?s sister cut the cake with her family surrounding her for a few pictures. When much of the crowd dissipated back to their tables, he stood innocently waiting for Kenny and then over he came, taking his hand. As the music switched to a slow dance, Kenny slipped his arm around his back and then just that fast Kenny was gazing into his eyes, as he had embarked on his first dance. It was tougher than he thought to be stared at so lovingly, it was almost easier to be kissed. At least with his eyes closed and his lips locked, his involuntary reflexes took over, making it just more of physical thing than a further strain emotionally. He still almost wanted to cry that men would be calling for Ryan in a way he had no desire to fulfill, and then he lowered his head, resting it on Kenny?s shoulder, much more at ease as a pretty girl than some boy toy for men. Kenny?s right hand reached up, softly stroking his curls, and it actually felt quite wonderful as they slowly spun while they danced and then he glanced over, seeing Kenny?s mother peeking their way. He noticed her head was resting on her husband?s just as his was on Kenny?s and then he noticed Kenny?s sister?s on her fianc?e shoulder the same way. Maybe this all really had happened for a reason he thought, as he been taught the value of humility and how special he had made Kenny feel as he wondered if his sister would have done the same. She was of course more self-centered and vain, using men until she became bored with them like they were a dime a dozen. For her of course they were and there would always be a next one like Layton or some frat jerk, yet standing in her shoes for even a day, that just seemed so cold. He might look like her in her clothes, but emotionally he had to admit he was more sensitive, as he lifted his head only to see the smile on Kenny?s face as he looked into his eyes again. He had kept his end of the bargain, making sure Kenny felt content as they danced slowly arm in arm, as instead of running away from a boy that had obvious feelings for his sister, he had no option but to embrace the affection smiling back at him. As much as he didn?t want to send the subtle signal that he wanted to be kissed again, that too would be unavoidable, as Kenny leaned down, touching lips. Somehow it felt more special and more tender as he wrapped his arms around his date?s neck, kissing back. He was a girl, not gay, as he was suddenly being held so tightly, knowing he was almost done with the rouse. Their tongues never entered each other?s mouth?s this time, yet he felt Kenny?s arousal spring up again against his dress. The unwanted feeling from earlier now seemed somehow appropriate and even flattering, as he slid his fingers through Kenny?s gelled hair, fixing it a touch. Just the slightest movement of Ryan?s left leg brushing past the erection was easily noticed by both of them, as Ryan didn?t mean to make contact with it, but it made Kenny swallow hard. "Whoaaahhh," sighed Kenny, pushing back. "I..I..Oh gawdddd." "What?s wrong?" asked Ryan, a bit annoyed. "Well....Really not a damn..." Kenny bit his lip as he stared at him. "Oh gawwwddd! Ooohhh!" "Kenny?" said Ryan, a bit miffed, seeing his mouth wide open, whimpering a bit. "Oh shit! You?re not?" "Oh gawddd! Again." Kenny needed a minute. "I?m sorry! Be right back! You?re just too hot." "Again? Huhhh?" sighed Ryan, covering his mouth. "Holy shit, that?s what earlier was about too?" "Everything ok, Tracey?" said his aunt, coming over and seeing him looking stunned. "That looked so romantic and then I saw him kind of run off." "Ewwww," sighed Kenny, a little grossed out, shaking it off. "I mean ahhh yeah. He just kinda has a bladder issue. It?s fine." "Ohhh! I bet he does," snickered his aunt, covering her mouth. "You seem to have a sticky effect on many bladders in the room this evening I bet." "Not funny." Kenny pointed his nail at her and pretended he was thinking. "And you know auntie, you wanted me to make sure not to screw with his head if I remember right, but I?m thinking this little unintended screwing will not have a negative effect on your relationship or screw with your honeymoon! Will it?" "Yeah probably not, doll," laughed his aunt. "But don?t be disrespectful, young lady." "Sorry." Ryan rolled his eyes. "Thank you, and you really are a master of this shit, even at sixteen, blondie," teased his aunt, hugging him and giggling. "And thankfully the tuxedo he?ll be in when you walk down the aisle with him in your pretty pink bridesmaid dress with be a nice dark thick material, but either way I?ll have his taken out a touch around the crotch and tell his mother to double up on his boxers underneath." The shared a laugh now, as five minutes later Kenny returned, all refreshed. He was a bit embarrassed, never mentioning a word about why he ran off abruptly, yet they both knew what had happened and left it unspoken as they socialized. There?d be no more deep kissing, as Kenny half kept his distance as they walked, holding hands until they stepped out onto the balcony again after Ryan hugged and kissed Kenny?s family good night. One last deep brief make out session would conclude the night, with Ryan pushing back the moment he felt a lump against his dress. "Ok then," Ryan said with a soft smile. "I better get a move on. It?s late." "I know," Kenny replied, staring at him. "I just almost don?t want this night to end." "You sure?" smirked Ryan, twirling a curl, then joking, "I turn back into a pumpkin soon, or maybe something even scarier once I take off all this makeup." "Oh, I doubt that," laughed Kenny, pecking a kiss. "So I?ll text you tomorrow ok? and I had a really good time." "I had a nice time too," said Ryan, slowly swaying and batting his lashes, acting girly and greatly relieved he?d made it through the night. "You have a great family." "Thanks, and I almost don?t know what to say," said Kenny, softly smiling as Ryan stepped back away from him. "You really are the most beautiful girl I?ve ever seen, and thanks for making this the best night of my life." "I?m sure it wasn?t, and not even close, but that?s so sweet of you to say," replied Ryan, stepping back in for one last kiss. "I?m flattered, but I?m just an ordinary girl like the rest of us. Good night." "Good night." Kenny stared at him as he walked off, talking to himself. "And maybe I can?t put my finger on what it is about that girl, but that?s far for any ordinary girl." 'He can?t, but I can,' Ryan thought to himself, overhearing Kenny as he walked out the door. "Well, looks like you didn?t need to put a finger on anything to diffuse that bomb, did you?" said a voice. "Even from a hundred feet away and under a sports jacket, I saw the damn thing explode." "Lawrence?" Ryan saw the boy standing there. "What the hell were you doing at the party?" "I wasn?t," replied Lawrence, throwing up his hands. "And I wasn?t spying on you either, but you?re late. Your text said to be here to pick you up at 10pm, and when you weren?t out here by 10 after, I just wandered in to find you." "Oh gawwdd, my ride?" gulped Ryan. "You?re my Uber?" "Ah yeah?" said Lawrence. "Did you forget about me with your tongue down that dweeb?s throat?" "Hey, he?s... I mean no," stuttered Ryan. "Well he?s my friend, and he needed a date and stuff. Really it?s none of your business." "Hey no prob babe," said Lawrence, throwing up his hands. "I didn?t say it was." "Exactly, so can we just go," said Ryan, just wanting to get home. "I?m freaking exhausted." "And in a bad mood I see?" Lawrence took him by the hand. "Fine, the car?s right there so get in and whatever you do is your business anyway. I could give a shit honestly." As Ryan looked up, he quickly realized he?d be getting in his suped up vintage dodge charger, knowing immediately he?d been thrust into another situation with one of his sister?s boyfriends. Even just getting a ride would of course be complicated, as the muscular boy opened the car door like a gentlemen. He sat gingerly on the black leather seat and swung in his legs before Lawrence closed the door and ran around to the driver?s side. He started the car without saying a word and then screeched the tires, pulling away. Ryan looked out the window and then over at Lawrence, thinking his sister would now be ready to kill him, as he had pissed off one of her main squeezes. Really he no longer gave a shit about what she thought, but then felt bad as Lawrence had always been cool with Ryan, so as he thought about it he felt bad. "Uuumm sorry about the attitude," said Ryan, staring out the window. "I?m not in a bad mood, just tired." "So by tired, you mean a nasty bitch?" asked Lawrence as he drove. "Isn?t being a moody tired jerk like a synonym for nasty bitch?" "Maybe?" said Ryan, almost laughing. "But it doesn?t have to be." "It?s fine, and you know I?m used to it anyway," said Lawrence, patting the seat and touching his leg. "Come on, slide over and sit where you always do. "Where I always do?" Ryan asked, knowing exactly what he meant. "Yeah," said Lawrence, patting it again. "Oh sure," said Ryan, rolling his eyes and looking out the window as he slid across the bench seat near Lawrence. "That?a girl," smiled Lawrence, sliding his arm around Ryan?s shoulders, wasting not even a moment snuggling him close and rubbing his shoulders. "A red light is coming, so give me some sugar, babe." As Lawrence stopped at the light, he turned his face, leaving no doubt what was coming as he dipped down his head. Sitting tightly next to the burly guy on the car?s leather bench seat, there was little Ryan could do, holding him tightly. He was like a big bear cuddling a rag doll as he held him gently yet firmly at the same time. A horn honking behind them at last broke Lawrence?s concentration as the light turned green, but he ignored it until the third honk, waiting until he was good and ready to take his tongue from Ryan?s mouth. Down went his window as he extended his middle finger before speeding off, all the while never removing his right arm from Ryan?s shoulders. At every light, Ryan knew what was coming, being mauled by the big bear of a guy burying his tongue into his tonsils. He almost didn?t know what hit him as he was kissed so rough and hard, yet somehow this must have been how his sister liked it with this Adonis of a man. When he turned into an office complex and pulled up at a building, Ryan began to panic when he put the car in park. He could feel his emotions begin to get the best of him as he shivered, accepting the obvious make out session, fighting off some wandering hands that strayed almost under his skirt. "Uuummm I really have to get home, babe," said Ryan, holding his hands off his legs. "No, you don?t," said Lawrence. "I know your mother is out, and I came all this way to see you." "Yeah, and I appreciate that but I can?t tonight," said Ryan. "Please just take me home, and I promise we can catch up on everything next time. Please! I can?t do this tonight." "You just saying that, or do you really mean it?" asked Lawrence. "You?re not teasing me right?" "No, really," said Ryan, wigging his fingers between Lawerence?s. "I?m no tease? You know that, don?t you?" "All I know is you look so fucking hot tonight, and you got this flirt thing down," smiled Lawrence, taking his other hand, softly massaging his neck, cracking open his car door. "It?s pretty fucking impressive actually." "Ooohhh thanks, I think," sighed Ryan, rolling back his head. "Wow, that feels." "Amazing! I know," said Lawrence, breaking apart their fingers and now rubbing both his shoulders. "OOhhh! Ooohhh," said Ryan, feeling so much tension leave his body. "Thank you so much, but please stop! Please before I..." "Before you admit you?re really not a bitch?" laughed Lawrence, cracking open his door and letting go. "Well I?m really not," said Ryan, tossing back his neck, loosening his neck. "But..." "But come on then," said Lawrence, holding out his hand. "Time is a wasting, and you may not be a bitch, but you are still quite the princess." "Oh I can?t go anywhere," panicked Ryan. "Please I have to get home." "Relax, you?re not turning into a pumpkin yet, but in my hands you will be mush," said Lawrence, reaching in and lifting him from the car. "There?s nothing to worry about, beautiful." "Put me down or I?ll... I?ll....I?ll turn back into that nasty bitch," said Ryan, suddenly being cradled in his arms, freaking out as he closed the car door with his left hip. "Please, I can?t go anywhere but home right now." "Shut up, and I thought you promised you wouldn?t tease me like that," said Lawrence, leaning down and initiating a deep kiss. It was impossible to fight off the strong kiss as he kicked and screamed a little while being tongued and cradled. When the kiss broke, he realized he?d been carried inside the adjacent building as Lawrence opened an interior door. He softly placed him down on an elevated leather table as Ryan looked around in horror at the candle light room. A shiver filled his spine as Lawrence stepped back just looking at him silently, as he wasn?t sure whether to run, scream or crawl up and die. When Lawrence reached down near his own waistline and pulled his t-shirt over his head, Ryan felt ready to pass out as he tossed it away, leaving him nauseously staring at his ripped body. "Cat got your tongue, nasty bitch?" Lawrence flexed a few muscles. "Or do you like what you see, Tracey?" "Please take me home, Lawrence! I think you have the wrong impression here," Ryan said. "If you?re thinking about something I hope you?re not thinking about.. I can?t! I?m not the kind of girl that maybe you think I am, and I?m certainly not a nasty bitch." "I know you?re not," laughed Lawrence, putting on a white t-shirt. "But you?re prettier than just about any girl I know Ryan, and Tracey?s right, you really do make one gorgeous sister." "Huhhh?" asked Ryan. "What did you say?" "Relax, I know you?re not really a girl and your sister sent me for you," said Lawrence, kicking off his shoes. "I don?t understand and what the hell are you doing?" Ryan demanded as Lawrence was undoing his belt buckle. "What your sister asked me to do for you," laughed Lawrence, undoing his button fly and zipper. "She said you definitely really needed it." "Uuumm," mumbled Ryan, holding out his hand. "No, I do not!" "You sure?" Lawrence dropped down his pants. "Because trust me, I?m good and when I?m done you?ll never forget it. Your sister thought you deserved a little something special after all you?ve done for her?" "Please put your pants back on," yelled Ryan, pointing at him, squeezing his legs together as Lawrence kicked them off. "Kissing you was one thing but..." "But I think once again you have the wrong impression, pretty girl." Lawrence stepped into some shorts. "Yes I?m bi-sexual and sure I?d love to maybe.. you know with you, but that?s not why I brought you here." "Oh," sighed Ryan, letting out a breath and then pointing at his crotch with the shorts fly and zipper wide open. "But you?re also not thinking I?d?" "Again sounds potentially wonderful someday if you graduate from the pageant prissy phase you?re at now, but no," smirked Lawrence, zipping up. "I?m here to relax you, and take away all today?s stress and anxiety. Sure I didn?t mind kissing you but that your sister put me up to in order to get you here as a bit of a surprise. I?m a masseuse, and she thought after a long day or two, a nice massage and a bit of pampering would be nice rewards and do you some good." "Oh like what I felt on my neck and shoulders in the car?" Ryan thought about the sensations of before, perking up as Lawrence slid on a white lab coat type jacket. "Well yeah, but that was kind of the warm up act," said Lawrence, walking over and sliding his hair off his ear and softly whispering in it as he touched his shoulders from behind. "So we good now?" "Oh gawwdddd yessss," sighed Ryan, melting in his hands as she squeezed his shoulders. "Hooolllyyyy." "Good, because I promise you will be," said Lawrence, leaning down and softly kissing his lobe. "Especially once I put up all this gorgeous hair, slip your tired tootsies from those wicked heels, and get you out of this sexy dress." "MMMMmmmmm," Ryan muttered as Lawrence lifted his hair with one hand and squeezed against his nape with the other. "Ooohhhhhh...Kkk." "That a girl," said Lawrence, separating the back with his fingers and pulling some strands of ribbon from his jacket pocket. "Now just sit back and I?ll handle the rest." Ryan was butter in his hands as he worked in the ribbons before unzipping his dress down his back and working his fingers down his spine. Pressing against every vertebrae felt incredible but paled in comparison to the squeeze under his right sole once he unstrapped the first shoe. He leaned back, using his hands to hold him from lying down the moment Lawrence unstrapped the second shoe as his eyes were rolling in the back of his head with his feet being massaged through his hose. After five minutes, he never wanted it to end when Lawrence placed down his foot, leaving them dangling and returned to his shoulders. He was so relaxed he gave not an ounce of resistance as Lawrence placed his arms under Ryan?s armpits, lifting him delicately up higher on the table while at the same time sliding off the top of his dress. When he placed him down delicately, his hands continued down his rib cage, ever so gently lifting his backside sliding off his dress. He glanced down with his head now softly resting back on the table, amazed at how easily he?d been stripped of his dress as off came his hose. He wanted to muster a mild resistance, yet everything felt way too good as the massage oils were now squeezed atop his left thigh and the magic of Lawrence?s fingers were irresistible. Instead all he could do was moan in pleasure, enjoying every contraction of his strong digits against his flesh as he worked up and down each leg and then each arm. After fifteen minutes of numbing bliss in only his feminine underwear, he was putty in his hands as off came his padded bra. It took only a few squeezes around his chest tissue and then across his shoulders for him to softly groan before his nerves got the best of him when Lawrence?s hands slid down, removing his panties. "Relax, and I?m going to roll you over in a minute," said Lawrence, pushing his chest back down as Ryan began sitting up to object. "It?s nothing to be worried about pretty girl, and believe me you?ll feel in even better with these off and the elastic strings not pushing inside your cheeks when I massage them." Without saying a word, Ryan discarded any feeble effort to protest becoming completely naked, instead agreeing it would be a welcome relief to free his trapped parts and remove the tight cords from his buttocks. Being rolled over now with him starting on his back around his shoulder blades felt like a million dollars, as he worked his way down his spine. There would be no rush to any of Lawrence?s work, as the ointment greased his entire rear profile and was worked into his skin. He was so relaxed he almost wished he?d never again stand up and then twenty minutes later with him in zen like zone, Lawrence tapped him again to roll over. "How are you feeling?" smiled Lawrence, touching his face softly. "Pretty good right?" "Amazing, actually?" smirked Ryan. "Good, then I?m going to do your facial, but I?m going to add a little something that?ll feel a little weird at first, but just don?t fight it and you?ll be thanking me tomorrow, believe me," said Lawrence, taking a wipe to his face and removing some makeup. "Cool?" "Sure?" nodded Ryan, enjoying the soft towelette. "Sounds fantastic." "Not as fantastic as it feels," replied Lawrence, tossing away another wipe. "But I?ll ask you again in a about a half hour." Once he had his face wiped clean of makeup, he walked down to the other end of the table, opening some drawers. What Ryan wasn?t expecting were his legs to be lifted and then his eyes flung open as a wet sensation penetrated his cheeks. "Oh my gawddd," gulped Ryan as Lawrence pushed his knees back down, stretching his legs. "You...." "I told you it would be weird at first, and I?m going to just give you a little protection once your body tells me its ready, because you probably need it before we have a sticky mess," said Lawrence as he suddenly felt the buzzing sensation inside him. "Are you fucking crazy?" asked Ryan, ready to jump up. "Get that the hell..." "Don?t fight it. Relax and just breathe," said Lawrence, interrupting and gently stopping him from jumping up and handing him a remote. "You can switch it off any time you want, but just give it a chance while I do your facial, and if you look down you?ll realize your body is already accepting the pleasure." "That?s nuts," said Ryan, lifting his neck seeing his stiffie. "I.. I...." "I have it covered, pretty girl," said Lawrence, rolling a trojan over his hard member. "Just relax and enjoy the pleasures like other girls do." He slumped his neck back, crashing his head back to the soft table as Lawrence began scrubbing his face. With just a minute or two he gasped, filling the rubber and without saying a word, Lawrence removed it and wiped him clean. He touched Ryan?s thumb, showing him how to work the remote and move to the next setting as not long after, the vibration intensified he could feel himself growing aroused again. The second he was hard, Lawrence encased his member again, never uttering a word as he returned to finish his facial. For the next thirty minutes or maybe more, he was experiencing this almost insane out of body experience, as Lawrence attended to his every whim and every whimper like his personal slave. With his magical touch never leaving Ryan?s face, flesh or either head region, he had surpassed a bliss he almost couldn?t believe existed, until he experienced a completely new level of orgasmic state like never before once again exploding inside his Trojan. As he huffed quietly while the air returned fully to his lungs, Lawrence lifted his hand, kissing his wrist while switching off his anal device. He gasped just a touch as Lawrence ever so gently removed the lubed latex before gingerly wiping his extremely sensitive member?s region clean. That gasp though turned to a tender whimper and brief snivel, as Lawrence parted his legs, delicately sliding the motorized toy from his anus. To ease his angst now, Lawrence?s hands of gold made a final pass up and down his body, delivering one last five minute massage until finally he stopped and lifted up both feet. Around his ankles slid a soft panty as Lawrence slid it up before he lifted Ryan?s legs and buttocks, pulling it up in place. When finally Lawrence helped the jelly legged Ryan to his feet, he slid an almost weightless garment over his arms and then helped him step into some backless fuzzy slippers. As he awakened from his half trance state, he looked down, realizing this was not the dress he came in but instead was a short, flowing outfit. His arms being slid inside the softest robe would complete the ensemble he?d be leaving in, as Lawrence looped the belt and then took his hand before Lawrence filled his other hand with Ryan?s belongings. "Ok It?s getting late and I?d say you?re about ready, princess?" smiled Lawrence, squeezing his hand. "Uuumm.. So I just..." started Ryan until Lawrence pushed his index finger over his lips. "It?s ok," smiled Lawrence. "Come on, and your sister?s expecting you now." He could barely speak as they walked to the car arm in arm, and then instinctively snuggled in without being asked as Lawrence now drove him home. When they pulled up at his house, he almost didn?t know what to say and then as he opened his mouth, Lawrence softly placed a kiss before coming around and opening the car door. He walked him to the house as Tracey was waiting, immediately opening the door as they stepped inside with a big grin on her face at seeing her brother. There he stood in a pale pink terry cloth bathrobe with matching pale pink fuzzy slippers. His hair was pulled up a bit on each side in messy pigtails held off his neck and shoulders by hot pink silk ribbon knotted in loose bows. A good two dozen or more green foam rollers had been inserted, as Lawrence had re-rolled his loose curls, and little silver pinch pins held any layers hair in front off his face. A rubbery solidified oatmeal colored mask had replaced his sister?s cosmetic mastery as the only remaining remnants of her work were his faux lashes and eyeliner. "How freaking adorable is this, little sis!" smirked Tracey, hurrying over and opening the robe. "Isn?t she?" said Lawrence proudly. Inside the robe as she opened it, her brother was in a hot pink baby doll nightie. The spaghetti strap lacey garment was loose on his flat chest and streamed down mid-thigh. Beneath it, matching boy short panties covered all his parts without tightly tucking him uncomfortably, as he was turning beet red right through his mask as she inspected him. "Oh my gawwddd yes! Like so so cute," giggled Tracey before hugging Lawrence. "I am going to owe you big time on this one stud." "No, it was my pleasure," said Lawrence, suddenly entering into a deep kiss with Tracey before it broke. "I hope not too much pleasure, right?" said Tracey, looking at him with her arms around his neck. "You promised me you?d be gentle." "Relax," smiled Lawrence, pecking another kiss. "You know I was." "Well, he does look relaxed?" smiled Tracey, pecking another kiss and then slapping his ass. "Now scram, and brunch is on me tomorrow. Pick me up around 10 am ok?" "Will do, and don?t worry Ryan, tonight is our little secret girl," said Lawrence, and then winking at Ryan. "And I'm guessing you?ll be sleeping like a baby after today. Good night, ladies." "You ok Ry?" asked Tracey, hugging her brother. "I?d love to say I?m fine, but I?m not even sure how to answer that question," replied Ryan. "Then don?t, but I?m still sure after all you?ve been through, it felt amazing," said Tracey. "Well mostly, but there was a part or two that I?d rather not talk about please," said Ryan a bit embarrassed. "Yeah I know, but I also know inside if you?re honest with yourself, it felt incredible," said Tracey, touching his hair day and daydreaming. "I know it does for me, but even if you?re still a little girl on the outside, you got to at least feel like a woman inside tonight." "So is that what we?re calling that, because I?m pretty sure my parts that felt something I?d rather not talk about were not the same parts that experienced it for you," joked Ryan. "Good point, little sis," giggled Tracey. "Let?s get you to bed?" "Like this?" asked Ryan. "Well that?s kind of what he dressed you for, although he might have gone a little overboard," smirked Tracey. "All I told him was to bring you home in something comfortable and not to get any ointment on my expensive dress." "Yeah well it?s wrapped like it came from the dry cleaner, and everything else is in this shopping bag," said Ryan, handing her the shopping bag and another small pink suitcase like box. "Except I?m not sure what he put in here." "Yeah thanks for my shopping bag with my shoes and pocketbook, but that?s not mine." Tracey took the shopping bag. "But if you want me to keep it stowed away for you so mom doesn?t find it, I will." "But I didn?t buy anything?" Ryan replied. "Why would I worry about that and I don?t know what?s in there?" "I gotta feeling you do?" said Tracey, unclipping the latches. "Well let?s just say you were feeling it earlier, because whatever is in there is whatever was in you, if you get my drift, litte sis?" "That?s gross." Ryan dropped it as it popped open and some of the contents spilled out. "That?s what was in me?" "Well I guess that and extra batteries, a nice assortment of lubes, some different ribbed adaptors and quite a number of accessories," said Tracey, leaning down and putting everything back in and then handing it back to him. "Looks like I got you a deluxe set, little sis." "Yeah, thanks but no thanks," said Ryan, looking down at it. "All yours! So can we please never speak of this again and go to bed now." "No we don?t have to speak about it at all, and trust me you can?t hear it with the tv on. Now I don?t mind sharing my clothes, but this is not something any brothers or sisters share," said Tracey, shoving the case into his chest. "You're welcome, and you better sleep in my room with me until we get you out of all this in the morning." "But what if mom sees me like this?" whined Ryan, following her upstairs as she carried her shopping bag and dress. "She won?t, I?ll lock the door and everything I need to do anyway isn?t happening in a second," said Tracey as they entered her room. "Plus you can tell her I was a nasty bitch, and the only way I promised to change you back was for us to have a little slumber party since I was grounded. She knows I?ve been dying for one with a little sister since I was a toddler." "You think that would work?" Ryan asked as she put away her stuff and then took the case from him, tossing it under her bed. "Of course, and she?d wish she was here for it! Plus you look just so adorable?" giggled Tracey, hugging him. "No chance I?m helping you before morning and I?m getting on my cute nightie like this." "You know I hate you right?" Ryan laughed as she rummaged through her dresser, pulling out a green baby doll nightie. "Whatever, and thanks for taking such good care of my men," said Tracey, raising her brows at him as she walked into her bathroom half closing the door so he couldn?t see. "That I?ll never forget." "Yeah, but hopefully I will!" said Ryan, sitting on the edge of her bed while she changed. "Now hurry up and can we just go to sleep." "Yup!" said Tracey, emerging dressed cutely, tying her hair like his with some ribbon while she stood in front of him. "I?m wiped anyway, plus it would have taken me a good half hour to brush out all this hairspray and separate curls. Thank gawwdd Lawrence is such a freaking perfectionist he rolled it for you for bed, and beyond that you?d be up forever just to begin to soaking off those nails!" "So I just sleep like this?" asked Ryan as she pulled down the comforter. "I don?t have to do anything?" "Nope, I sleep in curlers and a mask all the time in case you haven?t taken notice," said Tracey, rolling her eyes. "Be happy all your makeup is long off, because I did have quite a lot on you for your date so at least your skin is in a lot better shape than your hair, because stripping out the blonde and dying it back will be a project by itself." "Did you really have to go there about that, and even worse about the date?" said Ryan, kicking off his slippers and lying down next to her. "You mean this just isn?t going to wash right out?" "Good night, little sis," said Tracey, rolling her eyes and leaning over, kissing his cheek. "Get some sleep, and we?ll get what?s left of Cinderella back to looking like a dweeb in the morning." "Good night," said Ryan, having to laugh as off went the lights. "Although I do have a few more boyfriends you haven?t kissed yet, so maybe try not to sleep on your curlers," giggled Tracey as she rolled over. "Good night Tracey," said Ryan, elbowing her as he rolled the other way. NEXT MORNING "Honey, that's the doorbell," said Mr. McDermott in his bathrobe, about to sip his coffee. "Can?t you get it?" replied Mrs. McDermott, yelling out from the basement. "I?m doing your laundry for our trip." "I?m exhausted, but fine," grumbled Mr. McDermott, answering the door. "I just pay all the bills, and have flown all night so why should I get any sleep?" "Morning sir, and here?s your paper," said Lawrence as Mr. McDermott opened the door. "Tracey home, Mr. McDermott?" "Coming!" yelled a voice behing him, hurrying down the stairs. "Guess so, son?" said Mr. McDermott, looking back over his shoulder. "Morning daddy, I missed you," said Tracey, buzzing past him and planting a kiss on his cheek as out the door she went in a blur. "Muuuhhh! See you later daddy." "Another new one?" grumbled her father, closing the door and walking over to his recliner, opening the morning paper. "Some things never change?" He sat down, taking a sip of his coffee and flipped through the sports section before almost nodding off while still sitting up exhausted until the doorbell startled him again. "You kidding me? I just sat down. Hey Ryan, you up?" Mr. McDermott was annoyed, calling out. "RYAAANN? Honey? Anyone?" With no reply from Ryan or his wife, Mr. McDermott begrudgingly folded down the leg rest of the chair and got up, even more annoyed now, walking to the door. "Morning, Mr. McDermott. I?m Gary," said a boy. "I?m here for Tracey, sir." "Sorry son, but you just..." Mr. McDermott began to say until he heard a violent clicking from down the stairs and turned. "Morning daddy, I missed you," said Tracey, kissing his cheek and then taking a boys hand as they hurried past him to the boy's car in the driveway. "See you later, daddy." Mr. McDermott closed his eyes and then reopened them, watching a boy open the car door for his daughter as she softly kissed him before hopping in and then the car pulled away with his daughter inside. He closed the door, turning as his wife came up the stairs carrying the laundry basket, looking at her like he?d just seen a ghost. "Sorry, I heard you calling but I couldn?t get up here that fast. I guess he?s still sleeping?" said Mrs. McDermott, with her hands full, giving him a look as he looked confused. "Everything ok, honey?" "Well aside from the fact I thought Tracey left here twice, everything is fine," replied Mr. McDermott, rubbing his eyes. "Jeez, I?m exhausted and maybe I didn?t even realize I dozed off." "You mean like she ran back in and changed?" asked Mrs. McDermott, rolling her eyes. "She?s nuts with her wardrobe. You know that?" "Yeah I guess, and I thought it was a different boy," said Mr. McDermott, scratching his head and looking down at his watch. "How long have I been home now, and could she have curled all that hair that fast? Usually she takes forever to get ready, and I thought it was straight the first time?" "You?re kidding? I saw her flat ironing it earlier but....." said Mrs. McDermott, stopping mid sentence and looking at his face and coming over to get a closer look at him before turning away, swallowing hard. "Oh boy.... Hey honey, you know what I?m thinking, you?re just jet lagged and exhausted. You know she?s crazy with that hair, right?" "I?m sure you?re right?" said Mr. McDermott, as his wife touched his face, wiping a red lipstick mark off his left cheek "And I guess I really do need this vacation badly." "Of course you do, and I think we all will," gulped Mrs. McDermott, turning his face and then wiping a pink one off his right cheek. "Now get some sleep, because I?ve got some packing to do." "I thought everyone was packed except me?" asked Mr. McDermott as they walked upstairs to their bedroom. "Well yeah, but I may have to repack a little for Ryan, but don?t worry, I think I know what he?ll be happy with," said Mrs. McDermott, holding her forehead. "Thanks, and don?t let me sleep through the flight," said Mr. McDermott, turning and giving his wife a soft kiss. "Oh please, get your rest and it might be a good idea if I fly ahead anyway like we talked about, and get the kids situated," said his wife, helping him to bed. "I?m thinking you could use the extra rest before you get there with them driving you crazy. Why don?t I push back your flight like we were thinking anyway?" "Maybe you?re right," said Mr. McDermott, putting his head down on the pillow. "You sure you?ll be ok to start out without me?" "It?ll be fine. Now just sleep, and I?m going to move your flight back until Tuesday," said his wife. "I?ll email you a new ticket, book your car and make all the adjustments." "You?re the best," said her husband, getting comfortable. "I suck at making adjustments, so how lucky am I to have a good woman around. Good night, honey." "Let?s hope you still feel the same when on vacation when there?s more than one of us around," smiled his wife, turning off the lights. "I?ll be back in a bit if you need me, because Ryan?s going to need some more underwear and a few outfits, but don?t you worry about a thing, because trust me I?ll be on top of making every adjustment I think is necessary." As the door closed, she walked down the hall, opening Ryan?s door and as expected saw his bed empty. On her phone she checked their locations and then texted out to both her kids that she loved them and what time to be home, telling them about how excited she was for their vacation, yet nothing more. When she finished texting, she scrolled through her contacts and then dialed a number as she walked down the stairs and out the door, jumping into her car. "Hi Cindy, it?s Donna McDermott," said Ms. McDermott as she buckled her seatbelt "I need to adjust our 1pm nail appointment and add my other daughter, please." "Sure, Donna," said Cindy. "I didn?t even know you had another daughter. No problem, mani/pedi as well." "Yes please, and she may need a little extra time," said Mrs. McDermott, before giggling a touch as she spoke. "She?s only recently taken an interest in being a bit more girlie, so first time in a nail salon and really no one knows that I do!" "Ahhh! Coming of age," giggled the woman. "So this interest is all about boys, then?" "Well seems that way, but hopefully not just boys," smirked Mrs. McDermott. "At least for her father?s sake, anyway." "See you with your girls at 1pm then," said Cindy. "And what?s your other daughter?s name?" "Well, it?s Ryan but..." said Mrs. McDermott. "Uuumm maybe just...." "Oh Ryan," said the woman, typing. "That?s so pretty for a girl, and you don?t hear that a lot. It?s R-Y-A-N-N-E right?" "Uuumm? Sure, and thank you?" smiled Mrs. McDermott, thinking aloud. "It really is pretty, right?" "I know most people might kind of think of it as more of a boy?s name, but Ryanne is gorgeous," said the woman. "If she looks anything like you or Tracey, I bet she?s just as pretty as her name." "Thank you, and that?s awfully nice of you to say," giggled Mrs. McDermott. "And you?ll see for yourself this afternoon, but if you ask most people they think they're twins." "Ohhh Donna! Then I feel bad for your husband," giggled the woman. "Better get the poor guy a new baseball bat or better yet maybe a revolver." "Yeah that might be a bit too dangerous, because I?m not sure how he?d use that once he sees Ryanne with her nails done and in a new dress I?m on my way to the mall to get, that I?m thinking would be gorgeous on her," giggled Ms. McDermott. "As it is I?m pretty sure the poor guy didn?t even recognize her this morning racing past him with her hair curled and all made up." "Awwweee! How sweet, but they can?t be tomboy?s forever, you know," the woman stated. "Ryanne?s a daddy?s girl then, I bet!?" "Well not just yet, but from the looks of things, that day is coming fast," replied Mrs. McDermott. "See you at 1pm with my girls!"