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Passenger Seat Sister By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Three "Hold what thought?" Craig gave her a look. "Please tell me you're not up to anything else now Tara?" "Like I'm doing this for me?" replied Tara annoyed, checking her phone again at a light. "I'm up to coordinating to meet up to get your glasses and contacts, which we'll be getting in a minute." "Wait, you're meeting that guy from the eye glass store?" asked Craig. "Yup, remember I promised him a movie," replied Tara as she drove. "So you're taking me on your date?" Craig asked. "Won't that be awkward?" "Oh I'm not sure it's a date," said his sister. "If I would have brought you on a date, I would have put you in a dressier top." "Then it's not a date?" Craig was confused as she pulled into a spot. "Just you and a guy and me as a third wheel?" "No, since you won't be a third wheel, and I didn't say mine wasn't a date," said Tara, touching up her lashes. "I think he's kinda cute, so I'm hoping it is. I said yours wasn't a date." "Mine?" gulped Craig. "You mean he's bringing someone?" "No," said Tara, rolling her eyes. "He's not bringing someone, and relax it's not a date? Unless you want it to be? Do you?" "You just said he wasn't bringing someone," moaned Craig, freaking out. "Well yeah he wasn't bringing someone," said Tara, waving. "He kind of already did. His little brother, and look at him. He's really cute." "Tara, this time you've gone too far, and I am not getting out of this car." Craig pouted. "Oh relax, what's the big deal," said Tara, tapping his arm. "It's just a movie, and you've done amazing today. He's just a boy and he's a freshmen, so that's perfect." "And I'm just a boy. An eighth grade boy," yelled Craig. "I like your clothes and dressing, but not boys!" "How can you be sure, and suck in your cheeks?" said his sister, testing him and turning his face, putting a little blush on him. "You weren't sure about getting your ears pierced or even what a cute dancer you make, but that worked out. Now let's see how this goes. It doesn't have to be like an official date or anything." "No it doesn't have to be anything," whined Craig as she finished. "No chance I'm getting out of this car." "Maybe you won't have to and he'll sit in the car and wait with you," said Tara, folding down the mirror. "Because here they come, and after I fix my lips I'll be going in." "I have never hated you so much in my life," said Craig, feeling his stomach drop as the two guys were headed towards her car. "You mean by hate you mean love, and let's go a little bolder with the gloss," said his sister, turning his face and squeezing a soft pink gloss on his lips. "Now rub them together and trust me, your lips will look more inviting but will be a bit more intimidating to come near." "You mean like to kiss?" Craig rubbed his lips together. "Please don't even tease about stuff like that, but you're absolutely sure about that, right?" "Not really? And you know my nickname, so really I'm typically the initiator." His sister fluffed her hair and then folded up the visor before looking at him. "But being what you were before today. You should know better than me what boys like?" "I should know what exactly?" Craig was freaking out. "I've never even kissed a girl, and what nickname?" "Forget I said anything then," said his sister, rubbing her lips together before opening the door. "Hey guys!" "Hi Ariana," said the boy, opening the door and extending his hand. "I'm Glen, and let me help you out." "Uuuumm hi." Craig was shy, taking his hand briefly and stepping out. "So here's your glasses and contacts, Ariana," said Todd, walking around and handing Craig the bag. "This wasn't easy, but we got it done." "Thank you," said Craig. "Put the glasses in your pocketbook sis, and leave the contacts in the car," his sister told him. "Tomorrow we'll get you started trying them, and I cannot thank you enough, Todd." Softly she leaned in pressing her lips against the boys check as she grasped his hand and seemed to hold her lips on his face a second longer than what would have been normal. When she pulled back, leaving a soft red distinct stain on his face, she wrapped her nails around his bicep and clicked the car fob, locking the doors and looking up, softly smiling. "So what movie did you pick?" Tara batted her lashes at him as they started walking. "Remember it's my treat and don't worry, we don't have to be home that early if you pick a long one." "I was thinking of Isn't it Romantic?" said Todd, pointing at the poster. "Ewww a Romantic Comedy. I like how you're thinking, but I'm not so sure that's for them," said Tara, looking over her shoulder at him. "But you know what, I trust my little sister, so if you two want you can go see Spiderman and we'll meet you in the lobby afterwards." "No, I like that too," said Craig, wanting to kill her as he walked next to Glen. "We'll come with you please." "How silly of me! I forgot how much she loves romantic flicks," said Tara, patting his arm and then turning towards Todd. "Plus she get nervous on dates, and so I guess she's just not ready to be alone yet on one." "Who doesn't?" nodded Glen, wiping his hands on his pants. "Uuumm I don't care what we see. Whatever you girls pick is fine." "How about the football movie." Craig tried to steer her away from the romantic stuff. "Boys like football, sis." "Yeah I know, but both of them play in high school, so I'm sure they're sick of it, right guys?" said Tara, making a face at him. "Uuumm." Glen wiped his hands on his jeans. "Sure, anything is fine by me." "You know let's do the horror flick then," said Tara, taking some cash from her pocketbook. "Four for the new Halloween movie, please." "Cool, you like the scary stuff," said Todd. "Me too." "Well I don't always go for that, but my little sister has a thing for Halloween and dressing up, so what could be more perfect," said Tara, leaning against him. "You boys will take care of us if it gets too scary, right?" "Sure." Todd smiled. "She's such a drama queen, my sister, and I'm sure I'll be fine," said Craig taking his ticket and walking in. "They're just regular people in costumes and some makeup, so that shouldn't scare anyone." "Exactly, so what are you scared of," whispered Tara, walking past him and putting her arm around him. "Trust me, the one's not in makeup are the ones scared, so you hold the cards. Now embrace this date and maybe you'll learn something else about yourself that I'm sure you really want to know, sis." He hated the thought, but knew she was right as his sister hurried past him and over to the snack stand. She was a great date, living up to her word about treating for everything as she pushed Todd's wallet away, paying for their popcorn and drinks. Inside they sat with the guys to the outside as they sat in the middle, with Glen sitting quietly, as did Craig. It was a bit uncomfortable as they both seemed tense, waiting for the previews to start and then Tara broke the ice, leaning over. "Put your new glasses on, Ari," said Tara. "I'm sure you need them, and it's better not to get a headache, sis." "Cool," said Glen. "Then I won't feel bad about putting mine on either." "Sure," said Craig, opening the case and pulling out the dark red frames and putting them on. "You shouldn't?" He looked up through them, realizing they were exactly his prescription, amazed he was wearing these big round frames. He looked over at his sister as she was dying to see them on him, and then she smiled, nodding approval. "So are those cute on you or what?" Tara squeezed his hand. "You really like them, right?" "Yeah," Craig answered. "Thanks again, Todd." "You got it, Ariana," said Todd, giving Craig the thumbs up as the previews started. "And you can also thank Craig. He works in the back room, and helped make all this happen." "Oh." Craig smiled softly. "Thanks." "Well I usually don't like working late on a Friday night," said Glen. "But for you? Anytime!" Craig just smiled as thankfully the previews were in full gear now and they all sat watching quietly. Little tidbits of conversations were occurring here and the, but nothing crazy as he was biding his time. As the movie got more suspenseful and violent, his sister leaned into Todd, allowing his arm around her and getting a bit cuddly. It was more than an hour into the show before finally Craig realized Glen had done the same, as he looked over towards his sister, tapping her and noticing Glen's hand playing with his hair. She glanced over, smirking before ignoring his little pleas and then as he leaned over tapping her for help a few minutes later, it was useless as she pushed back his hand. He nudged her again, trying to ask for assistance but all he got was a tap to leave her alone without looking as he glanced over sickened, realizing her tongue was deep inside Todd's mouth. He sat there disgusted and watched the show until he looked down, seeing the popcorn moving his way. "Did you want any more popcorn?" offered Glen, moving the bucket onto Craig's lap. "Uuumm no thanks. I finished mine and I'm..." Craig pushed it back and then realized he was closer to Glen. "I'm full." It was a simple yet slick move, as their heads were now touching and then Glen's right hand came across, touching his left leg. His first reaction was to push it away and then he could feel how sweaty his palm was, as Glen softly touched his thumb. He allowed it to happen for a minute, trying to think about the right way to reject him without making a scene and then lifted his hand off him, back onto his own lap. He turned his face towards him, looking him dead in the eyes while softly shaking his head no, and saw the look of fright in his eyes. He made his point without causing much of a stir, and then his sister jumped, startled by the scary scene in the movie, causing him to flinch hard. Inadvertently he had jumped away from his sister and tighter against Glen as his arm slid off the back of the chair and fell behind his shoulders now. Again he allowed it to stay that way for a minute or two, plotting how to discretely move it away, but when he turned his face toward Glen's to wiggle his arm from his shoulders, he delivered a signal that never in a million years did he mean to. He could almost taste the buttery popcorn on his breath as Glen's lips were just inches from his, and he froze, stunned at how their faces were positioned. He wanted to leap from the seat, but then felt Glen's arm around his neck and his fingers inside his hair as their faces were closer. The nervous boy was making his move as he closed his eyes and puckered his lips, but the panicked boy inside his sister's clothes wanted none of it. A quick jerk of his neck downward moved his face from harm's way as Glen's lips pressed down on Craig's glasses instead of his face. When the smooch against the plastic lens propelled them to the floor, Glen opened his eyes, mortified and panicked as he reached down to pick them up. "Ohhhh." Glen fumbled with them as he tried to put them back on Craig's face. "I'm sorry. I mean... I'm not sure what I mean." "I think you do, and don't," said Craig annoyed. "Yeah I guess I do, and I'm sorry. I'm new at being out with girls, and never been out with one this pretty! And i've never before, so I guess we should try again?" said an anxious Glen, leaning back in. "Again?" Craig swallowed hard as Glen looked at him, nervously biting his lip and then felt a rush up into his throat. He leaned over, grabbing the popcorn bucket on Craig's lap and could no longer control his angst, vomiting into it. His sister jumped up from her make out session and half the theater turned around as he loudly up chucked into the bucket on Glen's lap. Glen never wavered, feeling horrible, allowing Craig to empty his stomach as he rubbed his back. He took every napkin he could find once it ended, and then used his sleeve, helping wipe his face. "I'm so sorry," said Craig mortified. "I gotta go to the rest room." He hopped over his sister and Todd, rushing to the bathroom as Tara rushed along with him. She helped wash his face and clean him up before texting the guys that they'd be leaving and she'd call Todd later. In the car, Craig's face was in his lap as he felt sick to his stomach as Tara drove as quickly as she could to get them home. "So was it the junk food, or the kiss?" asked his sister. "Please don't even ask me that, and we never kissed," replied Craig, upset. "But did you want to kiss him?" Tara said curious. "This is all your fault!" yelled Craig all offended. "My fault?" snickered Tara. "I was helping you?" "No you were fucking with me," whined Craig, holding his stomach. "I'm not into boys, and look at me now." "Well I still think you look cute, even after you puked," said his sister, reaching over. "And I was trying to help, not fuck with you. I know you're pissed, but I know you know that." "What I know is I almost got kissed by a boy," Craig held his face in his hands. "Holy shit! Do you know how scary and close that was?" "Sorry?" Tara replied. "I know you look like me now with your adorable haircut, but I shouldn't have presumed you are like me. Even in my outfits?" "Thank you," said Craig relieved. "I guess in some ways I am though but in others I'm not." "Yeah," nodded Tara as they pulled up at their house. "So let's go in and I'll help wash you up. It's dark, so it'll be no issue, ok?" "Ok?" said Craig, walking quickly from the car inside the house. Upstairs they went as he washed his face and brushed his teeth before she walked in with a nightgown and his pajamas, handing him both. "So do you want to wear my pjs or yours?" asked his sister, opening a jar of Noxima and dotting a little on his face. "Either is fine, but remember you have a double header in the morning, so I'd say we want to be a little extra careful wiping down this pretty face, and I'm thinking the pink nails won't fly with the team." "Yeah," nodded Craig as she handed him some cotton balls and saturated the first one with polish remover. "That would be bad." "Don't worry. It's easy, just wipe them good while I do your face," said his sister, doing the first one and then handing him the cotton. "Ok?" "Ok, and not that I didn't love everything you tried to do today but..." Craig said as she was scrubbing his face. "Well except for scaring the shit out of me dressing me, the dance school and the kind of date so I'm thinking maybe.... my pjs might be best." "Sure. That's cool." His sister wiped down his face before making a silly frown. "But it was fun while it lasted, right?" "Yeah." Craig hugged her. "Love you, sis." "Love you too sis," Tara said before ruffling his hair. "I mean squirt. See you in the morning, clean your nails good and brush out all the hairspray, ok?" "Sure thing." Craig worked on his fingers as she left. After ten minutes, she heard a knock on her bedroom door and then he opened it, coming in. "So I was thinking maybe I would wear your night gown if that's ok?" Craig asked, peeking in his head. "Just like a girl?" teased his sister as she was sitting there on her phone. "Changed your mind already?" "Maybe?" Craig opened the door, coming in. "So it's still ok then, right?" "Obviously it is, especially since you're already in it aren't you?" giggled his sister, sitting on her bed, texting. "Yeah, and maybe you could help teach me to brush out my hair so I do it right?" said Craig, walking in with a brush. "Well I'm thinking I can teach you many things, but you've had your hair long for a while now, so you might already know that?" smiled his sister, waving him in and patting her bed. "But come in and I could fix it for my little sister for bed if that's what she's looking for." "Really? She'd love that." Craig almost ran to her as he hopped up on the bed. He sat with her feeling like he was in heaven as she brushed through his hair and then he was ecstatic when she walked to her vanity, taking out some ribbon. She came back holding out her hand, showing him the long strands and then sat down Indian style in front of him on the bed. Down the middle she parted his hair with only the pointy tip of her nail and then bowed his head downward. As she gathered the left side of his hair in her grasp, her nail sliced through the back like a razor blade and then suddenly she was brushing the entire left side into her hand before twisting in the ribbon. He was the little sister she never had, yet being one herself she knew how to treat him. In just one Friday night, she'd gone from middle child to an admired mentor as this crazy day was finally over the moment the second ribbon was tied in. He got up, admiring his hair in bedtime pigtails held tightly in red ribbons and then turned towards her just smiling at her as he let out a breath in relief. "Will that do for tonight now, young lady?" asked his sister, looking at him and observing her work. "I guess, but they seem a bit uneven?" Craig twisted his head. "Are you kidding?" His sister launched a pillow his way as it careened off his back and then got up. She was laughing as she adjusted one as he nodded in approval watching in the mirror before he yawned and reached back, hugging her. "That'll do, and I think I'll go to bed now," said Craig, turning around and kissing her cheek. "Wait?" said his sister, stopping him from walking away. "You may as well get the full girl thing before you turn back into a little slugger tomorrow. Sleep in here and I'll sleep in Kristie's room." "Really?" said Craig, never even thinking of that. "Sure." Tara kissed his head and then went over, getting her phone. "Now go to bed Ariana, because I'm wiped now too." "Ok!" said Craig, hopping under her pink comforter. She flicked off the lights and not another word was said as he stared at the ceiling in the darkness, not believing his day. It was warm and comfy under the big fluffy comforter as his day dreams became real dreams as he fell off to sleep. When Tara's alarm went off in the morning and she awoke in her older sister's bed, it was a surprise she never expected as she realized there was her pigtailed brother cuddled up with her. "Oh?" smiled Tara. "Morning, Ari?" "Morning?" said Craig, cracking open his eyes. "So when did you sneak in here?" Tara kissed his hair. "I'm not exactly sure?" replied Craig, barely awake. "Sometime in the middle of the night, but I hope you didn't mind?" "I don't," said Tara, kissing his forehead twice more. "Actually it's kind of nice. I'm thinking the last time we cuddled together you were maybe in second grade." "Yeah maybe?" smiled Craig. "But I figured girls have sleep overs a lot, so I was thinking after everything yesterday maybe it would be nice?" "Wish you would have thought of that earlier, because I like my bed better than Kristie's, but either way I love that! It's so sweet," said Tara, rubbing her nose against his. "But unfortunately little sis, yesterday is over and I need to get our shit together for today." "Well not yet," sighed Craig, digging his face into the pillow. "I still have a few hours until I need to get up and ready right?" "Yeah you do, you little shit," teased Tara, tickling him. "You sleep in a little while I shower and make breakfast for the princess, because I'm sure you know girls take time to get ready but today that will not be an issue for you, squirt." "True, but I'm thinking Ariana might be available after Craig's baseball games today?" said Craig, rolling over in the bed and twisting one of his pigtails. "I bet?" said Tara shaking her head. "Well yeah, and mom's not back until Sunday night?" smiled Craig. "And there's still a few more costume stores we'd could hit?" "Slow down, and I'm not saying no or that I'll never help you again, but we'll see," said Tara rolling her eyes. "Mom has a shitload of errands I have to do today, and yes I planned on us doing more costume shopping, but remember unless you are planning on telling mom you're going out as Jasmine or Batgirl, you didn't even pick any boy's costumes yet, so you doing that as Ariana?" "Crap! Good point," said Craig rolling over. "I guess I'll just sleep in and enjoy my snooze in your pjs while I can as at least hopefully later I find something cool later for Hayride place." "Yup, enjoy the beauty of being a boy. Roll out of bed, five minutes to get ready and out the door," joked his sister, throwing up her hands. "You sleep in and enjoy your beauty rest while the women do all the work. You sure you like being a girl?" "Well when you put it that way?" Craig pulled the covers over his head. "Flick off the light on your way out please." Craig tossed and turned, thinking about all the other costumes he still wanted to try as he was unable to fall back into a deep sleep. He'd cat nap for fifteen minutes before awakening again, as he could see the early morning light through the blinds and then fall asleep again, not really wanting to get up. His mind was too busy trying to figure out if he could sneak in some time as Ariana with his sister, yet just as much he wanted to get a costume or two he could wear out. He knew they'd never make him feel like he did in the girl's costumes, but he also knew it would be thrilling enough to be able to sneak into those when alone in the house. "So time for sleeping beauty to awake," said his sister, flicking on the lights. "Breakfast is served, my princess." "Ooohhh," grumbled Craig, rolling over. "Five more minutes, ok?" "No, I let you sleep longer than I should have, and your pancakes are getting cold," said his sister, pulling off the covers. "No go eat while I iron your baseball costume, and then turn you back into a frog." "Fine and back to reality it is. That sucks." Craig swung his legs out of the bed and stretched. "And it's a uniform not a costume!" "Really? Like there's a difference?" said his sister annoyed. "And what's with the attitude? I'm not the one making you play baseball? You think I even want to watch it? I have tons of shit to do?" "Whatever?" said Craig walking past her. "Hey! Don't you whatever me! Because you know I did see a costume yesterday that would be a perfect uniform for you if you'd rather cook for yourself and clean the kitchen up afterwards," replied his sister, getting pissed. "Maybe that would help things to not suck and I'd give you some of my chores or teach you some of my so called women's work if that's who you'd rather be today! There's a hell of a lot more to being a girl than just looking cute and shopping you know." "Sorry, I'll help with any chores or do them all if you want," gulped Craig, turning back towards her. "I just didn't sleep well, and you can just drop me there at the field. I love baseball, but I know it's boring to a lot of people, especially girls. Believe me if I wasn't obligated to the team, I'd rather be with you enjoying what you allowed me to yesterday, which is why I didn't sleep too well. You know I love you more than anything for that?" "If you make me cry and fuck up my eyeliner, I will kill you," said his sister, wiping under her eye, trying to keep it together and then pointing. "No go down stairs and eat your pancakes, please." He went down and began eating his breakfast and then when he finished, put everything in the dish washer before wiping down the table. He reset the mats and then wiped down the counter before turning around, seeing her standing there silently watching. "Not bad for a boy, and thanks?" said his sister with a smirk. "Now give me my nightgown, and here's your uniform." She walked over, helping him off with her nightgown and then helped him on with his jersey, buttoning it up. "You don't have to help, and I have to go change my underwear," said Craig as she finished and handed him his pants. "Do you? Sit and I'll do that?" smiled his sister, taking a red sock and sliding it on his foot and up his leg. "I'm almost used to dressing you now, and they're white, so who would know?" "I guess you're right and you think I should leave them on?" Craig looked down at the panties. "Why not?" said his sister, putting on the other sock. "You were getting depressed about not dressing today, so maybe just that little thing could cheer you up. Just put on your pants and let's see if you can even tell at all, but I doubt it?" "I guess that wouldn't hurt?" replied Craig, curious himself and putting on his white baseball pants and buckling the belt. "Of course not? It's just underwear. Can't even tell the difference?" said his sister, inspecting as he looked on. "So are you ready for me to fix your hair now or what?" "Sure," nodded Craig, sitting down at the table before making a joke. "The pants do look ok, but I'm not sure my baseball cap would fit to good with the pigtails like this?" "Yeah.... Ah no they wouldn't," laughed his sister, sitting next to him and pulling off his pigtail on the left before dampening his head with a spray. "Which is why girls wear them lower, right, and do some funky braids." "Tara, what are you doing?" asked Craig, spinning his face towards her. "My hair can't smell like that?" "Relax, it's early enough I can mask that smell in a bit if it's too flowery, but who's going to smell that outside on a field?" replied his sister, combing through his damp hair. "I may not have played baseball, but I know you're in the outfield, and it's not like you guys stand anywhere near each other on that stupid big field." "We don't, but we do in the dugout and you're not...?" gulped Craig, seeing her begin to twist. "Doing what you asked me to?" smiled his sister, sectioning with the pointy side of a rat tailed comb and then twisting. "I kind of am, and I'd just like to see if this would look as cute as I think it might on you?" "You sure we have time for this?" said Craig, getting nervous and feeling his hair tighten above his temple. "Would I make you late for your silly game?" said his sister, sarcastically braiding. "I wouldn't think so," said Craig, getting anxious as she was continually flipping his hair around. "Exactly, but if you plan on messing around as a girl, you'll learn you can't rush beauty," His sister said, going faster now as she was weaving down past his ear. "Rush beauty?" smiled Craig. "I barely know anything about beauty, let alone rush it?" "Well lesson one is you don't rush it," said his sister, weaving down near his shoulder now. "And experimenting with stuff is part of learning, because you think I do braids like this often? Now hand me a scrunchie from the table so I can do the other side." "No, but you always seem to look so neat and perfect?" said Craig as she wrapped it in and then went over, pulling out the ribbon. "Thanks! Part of being a girl, little sis," said his sister, dampening this side now and combing through it. "Why do you think I'm up like an hour and half before you are every day?" "Well maybe it should be two hours, because even then I can never get in the bathroom," Craig joked as she began weaving near his temple. "Yeah, well you snooze you lose, princess," laughed his sister, as she braided. "Before Kristie left for college, we had a system going to share, but without her around most times I tend to take my time and fuss a bit more." "No kidding," Craig said as she weaved past his ear now. "Which is why I have a tooth brush in mom's bathroom too. Ouucchhh! Easy!" "Oh sorry?" said his sister. "Did I make that a little too tight?" "Ahhh yeah," said Craig, reaching up his hand. "Ooops?" teased Tara before slapping his hand away. "Good thing I'm the only girl here then, right?" "I guess so," Craig replied as she weaved down his back now and he reached up, touching the other side. "Hey and do not touch. Let me finish and give me the other scrunchie in a second," said Tara, again slapping his hand. "Sorry," smiled Craig, holding up his hand with it. "I loved that French braid yesterday, so I was just curious if this felt different." "Oh you're curious about much more than that, aren't you?" said Tara as she tied it off. "Stand up and turn around." "What does that mean?" said Craig, standing up. "As if sis?" Snarled Tara rolling her eyes as she pulled his braids behind his shoulders. "I mean come on. You know, curious about what it would be like to live as a girl aren't you?" "Live as one?" asked Craig, surprised by her question. "You mean like permanently?" "Well are you?" said Tara, pulling his jersey out of his pants. "I don't think so?" said Craig as she was pulling it from behind him. "I mean no, and it's all too confusing, Tara. Now please let me just see my braids so we can get them out and I just want to play baseball." "After I worked so hard on them?" teased his sister. "Hand me another scrunchie, and just stand still one more minute." "Here, and you know I really don't want them out that fast, but what are you doing to my shirt?" grumbled Craig, handing her one from the table. "I know you don't, and just getting the whole look right?" said his sister, kneeling down and pulling up his pant legs. "With the braids and all? I know you're dying to see, so give me one more sec please." "Oh gawwwddd!" said Craig as she pulled the elastic inside the pants past his thighs and then stood up, cupping his face with her fingers. "Wait? Don't?" "Oh stop it," said his sister, pushing the tube against his lips. "It'll come right off and if we had more time I'd have been tempted to at least put some blush and eye shadow on you, but a little color on your lips and a few strokes on those lashes will have to do." "How am I ever going to concentrate on the game after this?" said Craig, tasting the cherry flavor on his lips as she stroked his lashes. "You mean how will the boys concentrate on the game with a cute girl on the team?" joked Tara, pulling him by the hand into the living room. "I'm thinking you're so pretty they couldn't?" "Holy crap." Craig stared at himself in the hallway mirror. He twisted his hips and couldn't wipe a smile from his face as he stood in such familiar clothes, yet looking not so familiar at all. Atop his head, his middle parted hair had been tightly braided down both sides into gorgeously knotted Dutch braids. At the end of each fancy braid sat the red ribbon which had previously held his hair in bedtime pigtails, yet now sat daintily tying off each braid in a bow, fronting his shoulders. It was still his same red baseball jersey, except now a scrunchie was used to tie it up tightly, exposing his midriff. Beneath it, his white pants had been rolled under as neatly as she could to look more like knee length shorts, and with his red socks pulled up to his knees, she turned it more into a girl's softball uniform. A red lip color a shade or two brighter than his shirt made his lips gleam in the mirror, and a few coats of mascara were enough to give his lashes a thickness unlike any boy. What he never expected to happen right before his game had happened, as just that quickly he almost wished this was really his outfit for the game. "So not bad, right?" said Tara looking at her work. "I will never complain about you taking extra time in the bathroom again," sighed Craig, stroking his braids. "You are so good at this, it's amazing." "I'll remember that, and thank you." His sister came over, pulling away his hands. "But stop messing with those. I love doing them, and it's been a while since I've been in cheer when I used to do them all the time, so maybe I'm not as rusty as I thought." "Sorry?" smiled Craig, flipping them on his shoulders, loving them. "It's almost like you took my uniform and made it into a Halloween costume?" "Did I?" said his sister, putting her finger to her lips. "I guess you could look at it that way and that would be cute. I was thinking more like that's how Ariana would look on your team? I've seen a few girls on boy's teams when I've come to your game, so why couldn't your team have a girl?" "Because I'm not one?" said Craig as his eyes bulged. "You sure?" smiled his sister, squirting some gel in her hands and sliding her hand down his left braid. "Stop it Tara," said Craig, not liking the look in her eyes as she slid her hand down the right braid. "Stop what?" smirked Tara, shaking her hairspray can as he flinched suddenly, unavoidably being covered in the aerosol spray. "Are you crazy?" Craig spun around angrily at her. "I cannot go to my game as a girl, and now I have to go in the shower because I smell like flowery stuff and girl's hairspray." "You won't even consider it?" asked his sister, stepping back and then sticking up her hand, spraying the front of his head. "Come on, I'm sure the boys will think you're adorable in this?" "You're going to make me miss my game screwing around like this," said Craig, flipping out. "Now how much time do I have, because I need to jump in the shower?" "Well that I agree with but you have all the time you need," Grinned his sister. "Your game was rained out while you were eating pancakes." "I am so going to kill you," replied Craig, grabbing his chest. "Do you have to give me these mini-heart attacks!" "Well yeah! You know much work this is, and I get to have some fun too here you know," laughed Tara, opening his baseball bag and tossing him some gloves. "Now put on your batting gloves, and here's your bat. Let's do a cute action pic outside in the back, and your nails look like shit." "You mean almost like I was playing as a girl?" asked Craig. "Why not?" said Tara, opening the back door and looking around. "Now come on, no one is around and just do not get muddy. I hate that, and you can keep this with all your costume poses." Into his backyard he scurried, posing near some greenery like he was swinging his bat. She snapped a few shots of him holding it in different stances, and then a couple with his glove on before they hurried back in. He needed a sip of water when they got back in just to calm his nerves, as he stared at the little lipstick stain he left on his glass and then looked up at her, feeling a sense of relief as she was texting on her phone. "So what's on the agenda today then?" Craig looked at her. "I guess with the rain out, we should have plenty of time for your errands and then maybe a little extra for more costumes?" "Should we, Miss Ariana?" said his sister, shaking her head and smiling. "I assume you're asking if that means time for my little sister that we didn't have before?" "Maybe?" smiled Craig, sliding his hand down one of his braids. "I mean since you did such an amazing job on my hair, I was thinking it would work if I could try on a few cheer costumes we didn't get to yesterday?" "Yeah we did wear our hair like that a few times for cheer, and it would look cute," said his sister with a smile, tapping her chin. "If that's what you really want, then sure, so go take off your uniform in your room and meet me upstairs when you're done having your water." "I'm done," said Craig, downing his last gulp of water and sprinting up to his room. Quickly he took off his uniform, tossing it on his bed and then hurried into his sister's room, ready for her to dress him, in just his braids and panties. She took his hand, leading him into the bathroom as she loaded a series of cosmetics on the counter and then had him sit on the bowl with the cover down. "So we're going to make this a girl's day then?" said his sister, taking out the ribbon. "Because I've got a lot of shopping and stuff to do, but you're good with all that?" "Good with that?" said Craig with big puppy dog eyes, as she took out the other ribbon. "I never dreamed I've ever have one of those, but that sounds incredible." "Ok, but last night I know was a shock, but today then it won't be," said Tara, wiping off his lip color. "We'll just be two girls shopping and running errands like sisters." "Can we please just go to a mall where no one would know me though?" said Craig, thinking about it. "Yeah I wasn't planning on doing stuff around here anyway, and no one knew you yesterday, did they?" said Tara, taking a big clip from the counter and pulling the ends of his braids atop his head, pining them on top. "Plus I saw some amazing sales on costumes at a few places in the next town, so if you don't mind driving even a little further we could go there." "That sounds perfect," said Craig, feeling some relief. "Ok, and don't get mad but I purposely avoided bringing you a few costumes I thought wouldn't work on you yesterday," said Tara, sitting on the edge of the big tub, taking his hand and looking him in the eye. "I know you like these braids for a cheer look, but the cheer outfits were a few of the ones I nixed yesterday." "Oh?" Craig looked disappointed. "Ok, but why? Those are some of my favorites. I was just thinking a lot about those cheer outfits last night when I couldn't sleep, but I guess I have to trust your judgement except...?" "Except eeeeewww!" said Tara as her eyes popped wide. "Did you try the one in my hamper. Tell me you didn't?" "Uuumm ok I didn't then?" said Craig looking away. "That's so gross!" sighed his sister, shaking her head, standing up and turning on the tub. "But ok? Let's try some cheer stuff later." "Cool," replied Craig getting happy. "Thing is if you really want to try on costumes like that plus some cute skirts when we do some shopping, you do realize dark tights like I had on you for your uniform, or even lighter ones like under your Jasmine costume won't cut it?" said Tara, taking some pink razors from the cabinet. "Oh gawwwddddd!.... I guess I do," gulped Craig, seeing his sister taking out some shaving cream from the vanity. "Good, because we'll need to," said his sister, squirting some soap into the water as immediately it began foaming. "And by "cut" I'll mean shave and but then 'the we'll' will obviously be me, since we don't need you nicking yourself. Now let me go get a few things, so take off your panties and get in the tub, because there should be enough bubbles to cover what I don't want to see by the time I get back in a minute." As his sister walked out, he was shaking as he stood staring down at every little hair on his legs standing up from goosebumps. He needed a second to gasp a few breaths before he lowered his panties and then dipped his toe in the warm water. Seeing the bubbles cling to his feet before he pulled up the panties, unable to do it. He wavered for another few seconds, staring at his braids pinned atop his head in the mirror, and then his sister yelled in from the doorway. "You in there and decent?" asked Tara from outside. "Uuumm," sighed Craig. "Not yet?" "Well hurry up before you overflow the tub," said his sister, yelling in. "Ok... ok." Craig dropped his panties and stepped in, quickly engulfed in bubbles. "I'm decent." "Try not to ruin your hair, please," said his sister, coming in with a shower cap and placing it on his head. "You sure about this, Tara? "Craig asked as she lifted his leg from the bubbles. "How long will it take to grow back?" "Since I've never grown out my leg hair, I don't know, but I have to shave like every few days, so it grows pretty quick," said his sister, lathering his left leg. "But I'm not the one that needs to be sure. I'm fine to be in short skirts, so is that what you want or not, because obviously if you tried on my cheer outfit last night, you know damn well you can't be seen in one like this?" "I know," said Craig closing his eyes. "Just do it!" "Thank gawwdd, because just thinking of your legs in my skirts like this is disgusting?" said his sister as he felt the razor slide down his left calf. "Really who's going to notice anyway in the fall or winter, because shorts season for you is about over, and you wear long pjs or sweats to bed anyway." "That's true?" Craig popped open his eyes. "No one would notice." "Then it'll be fine,and your hair is fairly light anyway," said his sister, slicing it away. "So unless you plan on trying out for basketball in short shorts before it grows back, then what's the difference?" "Wow then there is none," said Craig, staring at his bare calf. "And you know I don't pay basketball. I'm the shortest kid in the class. We're both short." "Don't remind me," laughed his sister, working up his thigh. "So you better hope you don't grow too much, or you will grow out of my clothes." "Yeah that would suck?" laughed Craig. "But then I'd finally fit in Kristie's." "Like she has a good wardrobe like mine," joked Tara, lifting his leg high. "Half her shit could be gross boy's stuff, and even if you do get to her size, you are not getting her fat ass or boobs." "Then I better enjoy your stuff while I can," Craig replied as she was doing the back of his thigh. "Yeah well that doesn't seem to be a problem, does it?" joked Tara, lifting the other leg now. "And don't push it. Some stuff is still off limits, and we'll need to establish some ground rules on that." "Hopefully not too many?" Craig said as down his calf she shaved. "Love you, sis." "Damn right you do with a razor near your little chestnuts," giggled Tara, slicing away. "Just please stay out of my hamper and my cheer stuff?" "Fine?" nodded Craig looking away. "But why is that stuff even there? You quit cheer last year, and told me you weren't doing it your senior year. You said you didn't have time?" "I don't, and I'm not?" said Tara, shaving his thigh now. "Then why was it there? You didn't answer that?" Craig asked, with his leg in the air now. "Knowing you, how long could anything be in that hamper? You freak out if I leave a towel in the bathroom overnight, so certainly that hasn't been in there since last year?" "You know I'm only telling you this since we're bonding like sisters, but?" said Tara, not wanting to answer as she worked between his legs. "Well I wore it for a college boy when I had him in my room since mom was gone, and no one was home before I picked you up from the dentist yesterday?" "Oh you mean like you...?" asked Craig stunned. "Yeah? He's so fucking hot, and he used to love me in it so...?" said his sister, biting her lip. "Kind of think of it like how you feel dressing up in your costumes, ok? Now don't you dare tell a soul, and please tell me you did not also try on the panties." "I didn't!" said Craig. "I obviously had on my own. The ones you just gave me, but why would that matter?" "Well, girls need to protect themselves, and I'm on the pill so I wouldn't want you to get pregnant," joked his sister. "Now stand up, spread and cover up." "Now who's the gross one?" Craig covered his crotch as he stood up and spread his legs. "Neither of us, because your legs don't look disgusting anymore," said his sister, shaving between them and then around his hand as he held himself out of sight. "Now arms up, because we came this far, so I'm thinking you'd rather ruin the whole thing having hairy pits, because that to me is even worse than a girl with hairy legs." "That I can't argue about," said Craig, raising one arm and covering up with the other. "Like you would anyway. Switch, sis," said Tara, finishing and then attacking the other pit. "How could I?" said Craig, as she finished up under his arm and lowered it. "And I think you may have switched me pretty good already." "Let's hope so if you plan on looking good in some of the costumes you picked yesterday that you haven't tried yet," teased his sister, lathering up his forearm now. "No one wants to see a hairy cheerleader, and now you can pick almost anything except for the stuff where you'd need big boobs." "You mean or wear anything again without long sleeves?" gulped Craig as she sliced away the small hairs on his forearms. "Well, as a girl you can, and it was barely noticeable, so I'd say no one would notice anyway."replied his sister, finishing the other arm and then pulling the plug on the tub. "Now first chore of the day for Ariana is to rinse and clean the tub while I get you an outfit and clean underwear." "Like this?" moaned Craig, covering up his nudeness. "What? You think I clean the bathroom in prom dress?" said his sister, opening the vanity and taking out some yellow gloves, a spray and a sponge. "Rinse off. Wrap a towel around your waist and get to work. Be right back, and it will not happen by itself, will it?" "I guess not?" Craig turned on the sprayer and rinsed himself off. It was quite weird to watch all the little hairs slide down the drain with a series of bubbles before he wrapped a towel around himself and put on the yellow gloves. He leaned over scrubbing the tub like she commanded and then when he looked up, she was standing there observing him. "Not bad for a rookie," smiled his sister. "Now come on." As he got up, he took off the gloves, putting away the cleaning supplies before she handed him on with some baby blue cotton panties. She turned around as he stepped into them and then once they were up in place, slipped his arms into a matching padded bra. "So if you promise not to go near my underwear, I'm going to let you keep some of the old stuff that I really should have thrown out anyway," said his sister, adjusting the bra straps. "I'd rather know you have some clean things than being worried you're in my hamper again." "But I told you I just put on the outfit and not the underwear," said Craig, as she filled her palm with lotion, applying it to his arms. "Yeah this time," smirked his sister, glancing up at him as she worked it down his legs. He had no comment, knowing she was right as she coated him everywhere before wiping her hands and lifting his left arm. To his pit she spread her deodorant before jumping over to the right one and then finally pulling off his shower cap and big hinge clip. She turned her attention now to his face, spreading on just a touch of a powder and then adding some blush. A few strokes of her brown pencil above his lashes were followed by some simple whisks of her eye shadow applicator, and then just that fast she took his hand, leading him to her bedroom. As he walked in, he could see his outfit laid out on the bed, feeling goose bumps on his smooth body, knowing for the first time he'd be dressed in the house without having to hide in the shadows or be worried he'd be caught. This was also no silly nighttime dress up game in her pjs under the cover of her bedroom as he'd be leaving his house in broad daylight in his sister's clothes. He closed his eyes, thinking about what thrills he had yesterday in her uniform or even all the events the night before, but these thrills would still be very much mixed with the chills now on his bare legs. "Ok look up, and this will take a little getting used to," said his sister with his contact lens on her finger, pulling his right eye open. "We'll put them in for a while, and bring your glasses. Just try to be still." He could barely believe the correction once the second one went in, as he looked around, seeing more clearly than ever. He was so used to being in and out of glasses, never used to feeling like this, yet very unmistakably now he stared down at his little bump in panties before his sister would correct that as quickly as she did his vision. "Arms up, and I'll do the rest," said his sister, taking the top from the bed and sliding it over his head. "I think this outfit should work for you, sis." He could barely speak as down it went before he looked over, seeing her unzip a skirt and then he stepped into it as his sister zipped up the back. She had him sit back on the edge of the bed as he stared at his bare knees while she rolled some socks over his feet and slipped on his shoes. A few bracelets, three rings and then a necklace followed before she touched his neck with her perfume and then went to her closet, taking out one of her jackets. "Stand up, and this should work," said Tara, holding open her jacket as in went his arms as he was dressed and almost ready to go. "Let me get you a pocketbook, and are you good with what I picked for you?" "Ahhh."Craig shivered, looking at himself like a zombie in her dresser mirror as she opened a pocketbook, shoving some items in it. "Lip gloss," said his sister, coming over and smearing it across his lips before tossing it in his pocketbook. "Your phone, new glasses, hairspray, extra scrunches', a brush and we're gone, sis! Ready to shop till you drop, Ariana?!" "Am I?" said Craig, not believing this was happening. "Ahh yeah," smiled Tara, patting his back. "You look really cute Ari, and you are. Now get your ass downstairs so we can do some damage with mom's credit card, or would you rather I call those cute boys to meet us again." "Please no," mumbled Craig as she slipped on her jacket. He stood there, having to agree that he looked as ready as ever, amazed at the clarity of his feminine image with his contacts in. It was a basic teen look, as he stood in his sister's white Sketchers sneakers with mismatched ankle socks. On the left foot was a pink sock with black and white zebra stripes, and on the right foot was a black sock with pink and white polka dots. Above it, his smooth legs made their girly debut on display up to mid-thigh before a ruffled black skater mini-skirt easily covered the little bump in his panties. Above that, a baby blue three- quarter sleeve cold shoulder cotton top fit his slim body perfectly, and had pink and black script lettering that read "Glitter Girl" across his chest. Atop it, his sister's black leather, light weight jacket matched his black pocketbook, and his Dutch braids sat fronting each of the jacket's lapels. Basic rose blush at each cheek bone and a hint of a pale pink shadow behind his coated lashes were simple cosmetic touches that were capped off with a bubble gum pink lip gloss. Really that was the only color that stood out from his face, as she pushed a pair of her large round black Dior sunglasses on his face, as his moment had come when she grabbed her car keys, walking past him. "Ok then, but I'm still not so sure I believe that?" his sister said with a smirk, walking out of her room. "What girl does not like guys that cute, but let's go." "Please don't say that, and I'm coming," Craig said as he grasped his pocketbook and followed his sister downstairs. "Maybe me, and i'm not really a girl, sis?" As she opened the front door and he stepped out, it was like he could feel the hair stand up on his legs in the cool air, yet knew there was none. He almost could look up as she locked the door, and as they were barely two steps from the porch, he heard a sound that almost knocked him from his feet. "Morning girls," said a woman's voice. "Oh morning, Mrs. Leibowitz," said Tara, not missing a beat, lopping his arm and clicking open the car as they walked. "Honey, please tell Craig I found his ball in my yard again and tossed it over the fence," said their neighbor, as she was gardening in her front yard. "Sure, and thank you," said Tara, before whispering as they were walking. "Do not rush, and just act naturally." "And tell him to be more careful, too," said Mrs. Leibowitz. "Our yards are not big enough for playing baseball. Make sure he knows I saw his little girlfriend out there earlier swinging a bat, and then next thing I know I find his ball in my petunias." "I'll make sure he knows, Mrs. Leibowitz," smirked Tara as they walked away from her. "Please just make sure! That just can't happen and you know..... you do look familiar, dear?" said Mrs. Leibowitz, sizing him up. "Oh no," mumbled Craig. "It's the braids! The girl had braids like that, and I used to braid my daughter's hair so many years back like that." Mrs. Leibowitz, staring. "They look lovely on you honey, and you look much too pretty to be a little slugger! But if that was you out there earlier young lady, then I would appreciate it if you're more careful, but you look too delicate to be playing baseball I imagine, so just make sure your brother is more considerate Tara, so I can avoid bringing this up to your mother, please." "Of course, and no need for that, Mrs. Leibowitz. I promise you that you will not need to worry about my brother at all this weekend," smiled Tara as they got to the car. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Leibowitz." Craig sulked in the seat as his sister was giggling as she backed away from the curb and drove off. "Feel better!" said Tara. "She had no clue it was you." "I'm never taking off these sunglasses," mumbled Craig. "She still wouldn't have known," said his sister. "She's blind as a bat anyway." "Probably," laughed Craig. "I lost that ball like three weeks ago, and there's still two more missing in her yard." "Well you better hope she doesn't find them, or she'll tell mom you had some cute girl over and were hitting balls with her," said Tara. "Who cares! Mom will probably be cool with that, and never cares if I have girls here!" smiled Craig. "As long as she didn't think it was me, what's the difference?" "How could she think it was you?" teased his sister. "You obviously look much too delicate to play baseball." "Well maybe I didn't earlier?" said Craig a little insulted. "With your lip gloss matching your jersey and your braids with the pretty bows," teased Tara. "Yeah you did." "Better off I did, or you could have really gotten us in trouble?" said Craig, getting a little upset. "Trouble for what?" said Tara. "You cutting your game?" "You kidding?" said Craig, almost jumping out of the seat. "You told me we got rained out?" "Yeah that was bullshit," laughed Tara. "I was just testing you to see if you'd actually play as a girl, and you passed. You're not ready for that, and maybe you never will be. I don't know." "I don't know either, Tara," replied Craig, getting upset. "But what I do know is I let my teammates down. I should have been there?" "Sweetie, I love you, but maybe for a girl you might be a nice player, but as a boy you're a bench warmer," said his sister. "You bat last, and play half a game way in the outfield. Do you think it would have really mattered?" "It could have?" replied Craig. "Well there's still time to go back and change if you want to make the second game, but if I'm being completely truthful again, I didn't even plan on taking you or even staying if I had to," Tara said. "After I noticed how happy you were last night and saw you this morning in pigtails having pancakes, I made plans I thought would be better for us." "Better plans?" said Craig, getting panicky. "On no!"