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Passenger Seat Sister By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Five "Are you two fighting?" their mother asked. "Enough please! You promised me you wouldn't and show me. I'm so curious, Tara?" "We're not, and your little darling just didn't want to ruin the surprise, but fine mother if you must," said Tara, turning the phone and pulling something off the ironing board and showing their mother. "You can have your turn to do his makeup when you're home mom, but I'm thinking he's going to look amazing as the Joker?" "I love that," squealed their mother as she held up the costume. "It's so colorful, and I'm stunned he picked that? What made you pick that, sweetie?" "You know I'm really not sure mom?" said Craig, smiling as he tapped the phone. "I'm kind of stunned myself honestly, but I guess you pushed me to do something with makeup so I guess I am?" "Well make sure I get some pictures, and I want to hear all about this weekend," said their mother. "And I like what you did with your nails Tara, but they're blocking the camera and let's make sure everything I've gotten alerts on what you bought, because I see you racked up quite a few charges on my card." "Ohhhh?" sighed Tara, snatching the phone away from her brother and ending the facetime. "Sorry mom, and this facetime is killing my battery. How about let me plug it in for a bit and start on some things here then I'll call you back, ok?" "Sounds good, honey," replied their mother, hanging up. "Love you guys!" "Love you mom," said Tara, hanging up and looking at her brother. "Ok that one you almost did to yourself!" "No kidding?" said Craig, looking at his nails. "And when exactly were you going to tell me we were going out tonight, and I didn't even try that one." "No, I did when you were taking forever with other things, and we're the around the same size as you well know," said Tara, pointing to her vanity. "Now sit down and let me start on your face." "Yeah I guess I do?" Craig walked over, sitting down as his sister pushed on a head band, pulling his hair back off his face. "And I wasn't sure I wanted to go. You really bought the tickets already?" "Mom did?" said Tara as she opened her drawer and immediately started covering his face in foundation. "She thinks you hide out in the house too much, and I guess now we know why?" When she finished, she began patting his face with a compact of a much lighter color and then began with a black pencil on his waterlines. She then added some dark liquid liner at the top lash line and then worked on defining his brows. When she was satisfied, she coated his lashes a few times and then stepped back as he turned seeing how much whiter his face looked, especially with the very dark eye makeup. "Ok, let me go start my own face and call mom back," said Tara, walking into the bathroom connected to her room. "Let that set a little without touching it, ok? and I'll be back to finish it soon if I can get her to shut up." "So before you do?" said Craig, sitting there, staring at the bed. "So you're wearing my Bat girl costume?" "Well, is that a problem?" said his sister, working on her face and speaking loudly from inside the bathroom. "No, I just thought we agreed I could wear my own things first before you did?" joked Craig, yet half serious. "Well if it bothers you that much, then I won't," said Tara. "But you think about that while I call mom." "No, forget it," replied Craig. "I'm just being stupid, and the Joker is really cool. It's not exactly how I expected to be going there, but I'm good with it." "So before I call her?" Tara said. "You mean like you really expected to go there as Batgirl?" "Expected to be her? No! I didn't expect any of this, and you know that," Craig replied. "Want to be her. You also know that's a yes! Ready to be her in a place like that? Not a chance?" "Oh come on," said his sister, working on her face. "You passed for two days and twice in costume. Even your teammate didn't recognize you?" "Yeah because the kid never looks at me because I'm not one of the stars on the team," moaned Craig. "And I think I look different with my hat on sitting at the end of the dugout with the bottom of the order with the other scrubs he could care less about." "Well you always do pull it down low and hide those pretty blue eyes," Tara teased. "And obviously now he cares and you got his attention! I mean he looked at you today and often on Instagram right?" "Don't remind me?" moaned Craig. "Ok I won't?" laughed Tara. "But I'm thinking you'd be one of the stars on the team now and he'd be looking at you with stars in his eyes if you let me fix you up for the next game." "Stop it," yelled Craig. "Never happening, and don't you have to call mom!" "Yeah doing that in just a second," said his sister. "Jeez! You're no fun sometimes, especially when those panties get in a ruffle!" "I only get like that when you start pushing me about boys," moaned Craig. "Not happening?" "Obviously not, and is it my fault I thought it would be more fun going there with a couple of cute dates? It's Saturday night you know?" said his sister, closing the door. "Tara, do not even joke about that!" yelled Craig. "Believe me I wish I was, and at least blow dry out the dampness so I can fix it when I come out," yelled Tara through the door. "Now don't say anything stupid, because I'm calling her now and hope you're not going to be this grouchy, since I'm your date tonight." He rolled his eyes, taking her blow dryer and removing the dampness and then sat there a good ten minutes as he could hear her blabbing with their mother from inside the closed door. There was about another five minutes of silence until finally the door cracked open and then he looked up, waiting for her to come out. "So plug in my flat iron please, and then I'm going to need you to turn towards the wall, since I'm not dressed," Tara said through the crack. "We may be sisters, but I'm not exactly comfortable with you seeing me naked." "Yeah me either?" said Craig, plugging it in and turning away towards the wall. "Like I would actually do that?" laughed Tara, stepping out of the bathroom. "So what do you think??" As Craig turned around, he was stunned at seeing his sister. He would have never recognized her in a million years, and then a smile filled his face. "You're kidding?" smirked Craig, beginning to shake. "Yeah, I'm not?" said Tara, posing. "So is this a good surprise or what?" "Oh gawwwdddd! You look unbelievable," said Craig as his stomach dropped. "Then I'm Batgirl? Holy shit!" "So calm down and just sit there." Shaking a spray can and then walking over and spritzing his hair. "Relax! It's just heat protectant, and let's straighten it a little so we can get my girl together before I get dressed." "I'm not stressing over the heat protectant," said Craig, sharing a nervous laugh as she clipped up the top and began flat ironing his hair on the right. "Oh so that wasn't it?" Tara glided it through. "Wonder what it could be then that made you swear? You know how I love riddles?" "Riddle me this?" Craig joked as she brushed. "How am I going to not piss my pants if you take me out like this?" "You know it would have been a lot less work making you an adorable little girl in a diaper, and I could have just been the mom," teased Tara, flat ironing the back. "So maybe next time mention that's what you want before I spent an eternity on my face, and come to think of it, we did see some darling little dresses like that today that would definitely fit you." "Do not even get that idea in your head," laughed Craig as she was working her way around to the left. "And you're already the biggest Joker I know, so at least now you've got the makeup to match it?" "Good one, little sis?" laughed Tara, pulling out the clip, dropping down the top of his hair, starting to flat iron the top. "See, you're loosening up and once I'm done flat ironing, go empty that bladder please before that is a real issue." "Definitely!" laughed Craig, feeling the urge now that she made him think about it. Within another few minutes, she had his hair straightened and then he hurried to the bathroom. "And don't you dare stand in my bathroom," said his sister, pushing his hair back with a plastic headband before he ran in there. "Girl's sit, and your aim sucks." He giggled as he closed the door and then when he came out, she had her back to him, wrapping an ace bandage around her chest. "Uuumm, maybe you have asked me to wait in there until you were ready?" said Craig, turning away. "Yeah, well nothing to see, except my ass in my underwear, which is not a first and the humility portion of all this is kind of behind us," said his sister, trying to hand it to herself behind her back. "Maybe?" cringed Craig. "Believe me it is," said Tara, struggling. "Everything is covered anyway, so walk over here, take the end and pull it tight behind my back. I'll need to get this around a few times, unless you expect your date to have bigger boobs than you do." "Isn't this uncomfortable?" asked Craig, pulling it behind her back and handing it around to her. "You mean for you or me?" joked Tara. "And pull it tighter." "Me definitely," laughed Craig, pulling. "But I meant for you?" "A little, but girls see each other in their underwear all the time right? And I've seen you in your panties?" Tara laughed as they wrapped it a round a few times. "Well really in my mine, so I guess this is what sisters do, but just don't think this will be a regular thing, because obviously it will not be! Even mom doesn't normally see me like this, and stop pulling like a girl. Use a little oomph please, but just don't break a nail." "This good?" asked Craig, tugging harder. "Ouucchh! Yeah guess so," nodded Tara. "The things I do for you!" "No kidding?" sighed Craig, stepping back. "Am I done?" "In a second," said Tara, holding the ends tightly and hooking the metal clips. "Now just hand me the tape off my bed and I don't plan on giving you a frontal view, so turn your back while I get my shirt on." "Yeah, didn't want one," said Craig, handing it over and turning around. He stood uncomfortably without looking as she taped around and then buttoned on her shirt. When she finished, she walked past him over to her desk as the long shirt covered up her panties and then handed him her ipad. "And while I finish getting dressed, hit play on my ipad and take this into the bathroom," said said his sister, handing him some nude hose and then a darker pair in a package. "I flattened my problem, and now you'll need to flatten yours, because there's no ruffled skirt to hide it now. I found this video, and cut the panty hose like it said so once you put your little winkie away like it shows, then pull on the stockings over that and let's hope that's enough to do the trick." "Ok? I think it should?" replied Craig, taking everything. "I've watched of few of these tucking videos before and played around in my room, but just never had the right stuff or chance to try anything like this." "Good, because this is an area I do not feel comfortable helping you with, and don't you even think about playing around in.... myyyy bathroom, Miss Ariana." His sister gave him a look. "Yeah me either, and don't look at me like that. That's not even something you should joke about," said Craig, ashamed, looking at her then closing the door. "I'd never!" "Really? Never?" said his sister, thinking as she was putting on her socks. "But I guess that's good because I haven't noticed it getting.. you know during all this." "Please stop," said Craig from inside the bathroom. "Do we seriously have to talk about that?" "Well no... but kind of?" Tara pulled on her pants. "Really I'm just trying to let you know I was worried about that so I picked out the right outfits?" "Ok?" moaned Craig. "Point made!" "Don't get mad at me, and I'm only asking you this to make sure you're ok? You know, as sisters?" said Tara. "But it works right or are you still too young for it to... you know?" "Yeah it works, and it started working when I was eleven, but this will be the last thing I say about this," said Craig, sounding frustrated. "And it's not being in girls clothes that arouses me I don't think anyway, if that's your question, and I've been so scared for days being dressed like that, hiding it has been the least of my worries." "Good to know you haven't been scared stiff then," joked Tara. "Ha ha you flat chested joker!" moaned Craig, snapping back at her. "So can we drop the topic now please?" "If you wish my darling sister, because we're going to a scary place tonight and if the little dude did pop up in a place it shouldn't, that would be an entirely new type of horror," teased Tara. "I asked you nicely to stop please, and trust me, nothing will be popping in my costume," grumbled Craig, opening the door. "Now I think this worked, and I'm coming out." "Hmmm?" said his sister, walking over and grabbing the end of the darker tights atop the cut one, pulling them up tighter. "That did work." "It feels weird, like permanent wedgie," said Craig as she was yanking up at his hips and then the front and back. "And you're wedging it even more." "Just let me finish your face, and you can't be too safe I'm thinking here," said his sister as he walked to her vanity, sitting down. She was dressed now in the purple shirt and pants with wing tipped shoes and her hair in a messy bun. She'd done an incredible job on her face, donning full Joker makeup with the pasty white face, dark smeared eye makeup and enlarged red lips. Painted scars across her cheeks looked amazing, and beneath them it was just as bizarre to see a gold necktie hang from his sister's neck. "Close your eyes, and be still because I need to nail this eye makeup," said his sister as he closed them, working on his lids. "So all joking from this big Joker is on hold for now, because I need to ask you something and I need complete honesty." "How much more honest can I be?" asked Craig as she worked on his liner. "A little more. I need to really know something," said Tara. "Please Ariana, what I do here next depends on it." "OK? And only because the future of my eye shadow depends on it?" laughed Craig. "Oh so serious, and yes you're not wasting you're time after all the time you spend on your makeup or doing mine. I'm scared going there like this, but I'm not wussing out. I know you'll take care of me like you have all along?" "Like I would seriously let you, and open your eyes, this will be weird?" said his sister, rolling her eyes and then holding his open, clamping down on his lashes with a lash curler. "Now glad you're a tough chick all of a sudden, but I wasn't asking that. I was asking if you've been wearing my shoes. Namely my heels?" "Well, some of them," said Craig as she let it go and then used her lash comb. "Like my pumps?" asked his sister, clamping down on the other one. "And can you walk in them?" "Maybe?" said Craig as she brushed through this lash now. "Close your eyes, and I told you I want an honest answer," said his sister. "Yes," said Craig. "I love walking in them, and I even wanted to buy a pair of my own today, but I feared that would be too much. Wait, you are not thinking of putting Batgirl in heels? You know she wears boots right, and..." "Close your eyes, and let me finish your eyes please," said his sister as he felt the little applicator slide across his left lid. "I love you for being honest, and I'm not putting Batgirl in heels, unless she's planning on dating a big tall Batman today that I don't know about." "She definitely is not," said Craig with a smile. "But you're not mad about me walking in your shoes, are you?" "If you're careful with them, then no," said Tara, working on the right eye now. "But you know how I am about my shoes! Especially my heels!" "Yeah I kind of do," said Craig, loving the thought of having them on. "So one of these days I'm hoping you'll take me out in a pair." "Two seconds ago you were afraid to go out in a costume, and now you're out on the town in stilettos?" laughed Tara, rubbing at his cheeks. "Just be still and pucker up." "I wasn't starting in stilettos," smiled Craig. "Kitten heels would do." "Eyes closed, lips closed and shut up," laughed his sister, taking a tube to his lips. "I'm going to set your makeup so it'll feel like a mist until it dries, so just let me start dressing you while this sets, and then you can tell me what you think." "Ok," Craig answered with a smirk as his sister closed his eyes as she misted his face. As it dried, she folded down his arms, sliding on a bra and then he felt some heavier inserts than normal go inside it. "Steady," teased his sister. "You're not getting my boobs, but I thought just a little more would be appropriate." "That's so cool," said Craig, getting excited and moving his arms until she grabbed them. "I can feel them." "Hey I figured as much! Hands up, and be still. I'll guide things where they need to be," said his sister, raising his arms. "Now please let this set, or you'll fuck up my work and then I'll kill you." "Sorry," said Craig, getting excited as he felt her pulling the costume down his arms and stretching it around his head. She lifted his right foot as he could feel the light hose stretch up his right leg and then his left until she tapped him to stand. "Up, and be still or you'll fall on your ass," said his sister as he felt her pull it past his waistline and then up came the really tight panty. "Damn, nothing is popping in this. Sit, and I just want to brush your hair before we add a little curl to it ,then I'll let you see." "Not that I haven't loved everything you've done to it, but I've been wanting you to curl my hair for two days now," sighed Craig. "Don't get crazy, I'm only doing a little twist here and a swirl there for shape," laughed his sister as she brushed his hair into her palm on the left before letting go. "I told you that you could have been the little girl with the curls in a pretty dress if you wanted me to make you like Shirley Temple." "Yeah not today, and easy." Craig cringed as she dug in her comb down the middle, flipping sections to each side. "I'll settle for some curls flowing out of my mask." "Relax, you're getting them," laughed Tara. "And your hair looks better than I've ever seen it, so if you learn to take care of it and let me take you for some regular shaping, then next year at this time it'll probably be even thicker, and then it will be flowing half way down your back." "That would be amazing," sighed Craig, feeing a quiver. "Yes, please teach me. I'm willing to learn anything." "Lesson one then is hands on your lap please while I do this, and do not reach across my vanity, because the curling iron is over 300 degrees. Now twist your neck to the left," said Tara, pushing his hand away from the table as he was fidgeting and then brushing hard on the right side. "One more second then you can open your eyes and stand, because I want to make sure everything is fitted properly in case we need to make some adjustments, then we'll add the finishing touches and fix this hair, but I didn't say anything about you wearing a mask?" "Batgirl wears a mask, Tara," said Craig, getting upset. "Don't tell me we got the costume without the mask. I can't be Batgirl without her mask, and someone really could recognize me this time." "Who said you were Batgirl?" Tara said as she brushed the entire back of his hair now. "I know you wanted to be but she's not exactly the Joker's type?" "What do you mean she's not... ?" panicked Craig. "Well?" giggled Tara, stepping back, posing with her hands on her hips and her chin up. Oh no you didn't?" said Craig, opening his eyes, looking at her anxiously and then looking down before looking at her, getting angry. "Oh myyy gawwddd you did?" "Well, you are my date tonight, and the Joker can't date Batgirl?" said Tara, smiling as wide as she could. "That just wouldn't be right, and if I have to be the Joker, especially on a Saturday night, then you have to be my girlfriend, don't you?" "No I don't!" gulped Craig, looking down at himself. "I look so slutty!" "Yeah you do?" smiled Tara. "But I think you mean hot right?" "Oh gawwddd," said Craig, shaking as he ran over to the big mirror. "How? When? I didn't even know you bought me this?" "I didn't," said Tara, walking up behind him, sliding her hand across his ass. "I bought it for myself during one of your million changes, so don't forget when I want to wear one of your new dresses that I'm letting you wear this first." "Every guy there is going to want to fuck my brains out!" Craig was panicky. "Well I'd work on the accent, but now you do sound like Harley," laughed his sister. "Imagine what mom what say if she heard you say that." "Imagine what mom would say, period!" gulped Craig. "If she saw me." "Not a fucking thing, little sis," said Tara, putting her arm around him in the reflection. "She would walk right past you and never think twice about it. I mean I don't know about you, but you think she would ever think there was a little wiener in those hot pants?" "Uuummm." Craig looked down at his flattened crotch. "Yeah... don't think so! Now go sit down so I can curl that hair," said his sister, running her fingers from behind on each side of his hair, twisting it into two messy pigtails and holding it up like Harley's. "You fucking know you want Mr. J too, don't you Harley?" "Oh gaawwwwwdddd." Craig hurried over to her vanity, sitting down. He could feel his heart thumping as she sauntered over slowly, almost teasing him with the slow pace before again taking a brush to his hair. With the edge of her rat tailed comb, she straightened the middle part much more meticulously now, brushing the entire right side into her palm and then pushed his head downward, slicing the part down to the back of his head. When his forehead was precisely centered to her liking, in went the first scrunchie as she tugged and twisted the ends, manipulating it to stay exactly where she wanted it. These would be no little pigtails with some ribbon like he wore to bed, as she pulled them so tautly he felt like she was ripping his hair from his scalp. "Tara, you're hurting me," moaned Craig as she undid one and redid it. "Shut up, get your head on right," said Tara, winding in the scrunchie, again pulling the ends. "You're not Dorothy or some mousey princess. You're a fucking vicious, so toughen the fuck up." "But I'm not." Craig just sat there as she pulled a thin section near the part of the pigtail with her comb and then repeated it on the other side. "You're not?" asked Tara as she was rough with her comb, pulling out just the exact amount of hair she wanted as the skinny long strands fell past his eyes. "I'm not," Craig whined as she pulled tight again on each pigtail, tightening them against his scalp. "Oooucchh." "Stop being a pussy. It has to be right," said Tara, brushing through the left pigtail and then holding out a section of it. "So do you want your hair curled or not, Ariana?" "Yes, please," Craig replied as she shook her hairspray. She smirked, rolling her eyes at his angst as she combed through the piece she sectioned off before coating it with hairspray. He could feel himself shiver as she lifted the iron in front of his face, as it almost seemed like slow motion as she began the process of winding it in. Three hundred and twenty five degrees just outside his left cheekbone from a silver barrel would illicit what felt like a cold sweat, as it clamped down behind his left ear before his sister rolled up the thick strand, joining it to the iron with her other hand. Seconds now seemed to stand still as he relished the crackling sound of his hair sizzling as her hand baked the first strand, and then it was like Christmas morning when she released it as it bounced off his cheek. He always daydreamed of what it would be like having his hair curled at his sister's vanity, as he often sneaked a peek from the hallway when she'd sit there getting ready. Finally it was him in her place as the second curl felt just as amazing as it rebounded next to the first. He always wanted to try this himself, yet never had the guts to go beyond her outfits, as he wouldn't have to worry about that today as the third and final thick curl sent them all bounding against each other. "Turn your head a little, sis." His sister moved his face as he was mesmerized by the jiggle. When she'd finished the third thick curl on the second pigtail, he almost had forgotten about being worried about how he was dressed, instead he was in love with his hair. It was amazing to watch her slice through each one with the long nail on her index finger like a surgeon, as one by one, three curls multiplied into six. "Not bad, right?" said his sister, knowing he loved them. "Shake your head a little before I brush them out." "Brush them out," whined Craig, shaking his head and loving them wavering in the mirror. "No, I don't want them gone already?" "Not exactly, but I told you if you really wanted a head full of tighter curls, we needed to go a bit less sexy tonight," joked his sister, lifting her brush. "Now don't worry, Harley's hair is more like thick and wavy, almost messy curls, but I'm going to leave yours curlier anyway." "Thank you," sighed Craig as she picked at them with her fingers now, stretching and moving them a little. Just her fussing with them as he watched them spring and waver sent his head spinning until she grabbed his head, steadying his face. "Ok, now still please. I need to tease near the scrunchie, and tonight will be a good experiment to see how your hair holds a curl," said his sister, taking a brush to the first curl. "No matter what I do, we're going to be out and active, so they are going to eventually fall out." "Really?" said Craig, making a face. "Yup, but it's still going to look good, and I'm doing what we can here to keep them as long as you can," said his sister, moving to the next and teasing behind his ear. "No matter how much hairspray you use, wind and gravity still eventually wins out." "I guess that make sense," Craig frowned as she held tight and brushed. After about five minutes, each side looked so much thicker and was no longer tightly coiled, yet still hung in springy, gorgeous curls. Curl by curl she made sure to saturate them again in hairspray until finally she had recoated a dozen or so thick curls. She turned her attention to the long strands that hung loosely on each side of his face, sliding her finger into a small jar and then sliding them down the strand, coating them. When she finished, she handed him two bags filled with all sorts of items then unplugged her hair dryer, tapping him to get up from her vanity. She grabbed a few large clips, a larger aerosol can, her Nike slides and stuffed the hair dryer under her arm before she took his hand, having him follow her down the stairs. "This part we are doing outside," said his sister, grabbing a black garbage bag from under the kitchen sink and teasing him. "And don't worry, no one is recognize you under here." "It's going on my head?" asked Craig, not understanding as she took a scissor from the kitchen drawer, cutting out the bottom of the garbage bag. "That's how we're walking out? and I need shoes?" "You're such a blonde, and we're only going in the back yard. In the bag are the colors for your pigtails, but you're the superhero watcher, so I shouldn't have to tell you that your hair's not done until I spray them," laughed his sister, grabbing some duct tape and dropping her shoes near the sliding door. "Slide your feet into my slides and this is to not ruin your hair, or my bathroom. Remember what a mess this shit made in Party City, and think of this like a pigtail poncho which will protect what we don't want colored." "Ah got it!" Craig felt stupid as she dipped his toes into her slides before the bag was dropped on his head. "A pigtail poncho? How do you even think of this stuff, Tara?" "Girls are creative, sis," Tara replied as she ever so carefully pulled out his pigtails and then as soon as each one was out, clipped the cut out section of the bag closed. "You'll get there." "If you don't suffocate me first," laughed Craig as she then took the duct tape, closing the cut out until only the pigtails were outside the bag before removing the clips. "Oh please. I'm having too much fun watching you flip out. Now hold the bag up a little so you can see and just don't fall on your ass," giggled his sister, sliding her hands inside long rubber gloves before flicking on the back patio light as outside they went. "Once we get in the grass, let it drop down as far as it will go, put your arms inside, hold it off your face and then this won't take long." When they got off the patio into the grass, he let go of the bag as she pulled it down as far as it would go and was now in total darkness as it covered him down past his waist. He could hear nothing but crickets until that sound became drowned out by the hair spray's nozzle, as the stop and go wheezing of the color being applied began. He could feel her tugging here and there as she'd lift curl after curl, methodically coating them before finally she shifted to the other side. It was no more than a five minute process, but that was enough to begin to over heat until finally he heard the sound of ruffling rubber as the gloves were being pulled from her hands. "You good in there, sis?" Tara lifted the bag up past his face. "Yeah, it's getting hot in here," said Craig, happy to have made eye contact. "Can I get this off now?" "Off your face." His sister held it up. "Yeah! But off your head not yet, but I'm going to cut out the front inside so you can breathe while this dries. Now just hold it up right here in the middle without touching anything and come inside." "Hopefully that will be quick," said Craig, holding the bag with two fingers off his face as he followed her back inside and sat at the kitchen table. She now cut out the front as he sat with this bizarre makeshift poncho covering the rest of his head like a plastic veil and then she plugged in her hairdryer. Without even touching his hair, she turned it on low, cautiously helping the spray in die to dry with some soft warm air as she jumped back and forth making sure not to ruffle the style. When she turned it off, she put it down on the table and she then took two little jars of nail polish from one of the bags. "Both hands flat," said his sister, opening a blue polish. "Really?" said Craig, not wanting to do it, bending his finger, looking at his pretty French manicure. "But I love how my nails look, and I just got this." "Stop being a baby, and they don't match the character," said his sister, pushing his left hand down on the table. "Now honestly I love that you love them, but of course I'll redo them in the morning and we'll need to soak them off by tomorrow night anyway." "Yeah, that sucks," said Craig as she painted his thumbnail blue. "Spoken like a true girly girl," giggled his sister, jumping to his middle finger now. "I could never do without my nails anymore." "No kidding?" said Craig as she jumped to his pinky now. "I can't remember the last time you didn't have long nails?" "Fifth grade, and then I begged mom before middle school," said Tara as she switched to his other hand now, painting his index finger. "They obviously weren't as long as now, but I had these little pink French round tips not nearly as long as you have this weekend." "You know I kind of remember those," said Craig as she painted his ring finger. "You used to wear them like that for school, and then change them a lot on breaks or long weekends." "Wow, you really did pay attention then," smiled Tara, switching to red polish now and jumping back to the other hand, painting his index finger. "Maybe," said Craig, getting embarrassed as she jumped to his ring finger. "It's ok. I wish I knew how you felt back then, and I would have painted your nails when we could," said Tara as she jumped to the other hand, painting his thumbnail. "Really?" said Craig as she painted his middle finger. "I was little, and I can barely handle it now." "Oh stop! You're handling it all just fine, and it felt incredible when mom would let me have a color on them when we were on long breaks from school," said Tara, painting his pinkie nail. "Oh those were wonderful times and I'm guessing how you're feeling this weekend." "For parts of it," laughed Craig. "When I'm not ready to pass out!" "That's just fumes, and I want to do on more coat sis," teased Tara, working on the blue polish again. "It'll be quick, and then you'll be just about ready." "That's what I'm afraid of," gulped Craig as she was working quickly now, just refreshing the color. "Which is why you have this hunky Joker as your date," teased Tara, switching to red polish now. "Fear not, pretty girl." "What if some of it is really scary?" Craig asked as she deepened the red polish. "I know some of it will be, and last year you screamed like a baby when we went in a spooky house even with mom there?" "Ahhhh... that was for effect," laughed Tara, screwing the bottle closed. "Now let these dry while I run upstairs and I'll be right back." He sat staring down at his nails, trying not to think about that they'd be leaving soon, instead wondering about what it could have been like to have them done as a little girl. He had experienced the anxiety of having them painted in the car, and the thrill of the nail salon, but somehow watching them being painted at the kitchen table like he'd observed his sister having done so many times almost seemed normal. Of course that would be normal for them and not him, as Tara didn't make it like that, as he'd now shared all these experiences inside his house like he was one of the girls. Makeup at the vanity, having his hair curled and now his nails done right at the table were daily events he'd been excluded from until now. His mind flashed through it all now, relishing the experiences until his daze was broken by his sister bursting into the kitchen with a green head of hair atop her head. "Wow, that looks so real," said Craig, looking at her wig. "If green could look real, maybe," laughed Tara with her arms full of bags. "But damn is it tight. I maybe made it too tight, so it wouldn't pop off!" "You did that for me?" smiled Craig. "Thanks, and what is all that?" "Not a problem, and just stuff we need," said his sister with her hands full, dropping some things on the table and floor. "Oh gawwd, how I envy you now, little sis?" "Envy me?" replied Craig ready, to get up to help her. "Yes, and do not move until I know those nails are dry," said his sister, stopping him from getting up as she neatly rearranged on the table and began placing things in her pocketbook. "I just meant you look amazing in that, and I'm not sure I would have looked half as good." "You kidding?" said Craig as she checked his nails and then touched his hair. "No seriously, and be still, I want to take this off you now," said Tara, gingerly ripping the garbage bag around his pigtails and pulling it off. "I bought this for me, but I'm probably not ever going to wear it now because I'll never feel right in it." "But why not?" Craig asked. "You'll obviously fill it out better than I do, and every guy thinks you're hot." "Make a fist with your thumb inside and put your arms in gently," giggled his sister, holding open the jacket as he put in his arms. "Trust me, every guy doesn't, and that's not what I meant." "Ok?" said Craig, confused as she lifted his curls, making sure they were not caught inside the jacket as it went on. "Then what exactly did you mean?" "Sit," said his sister, sliding one hand inside a fingerless glove and then opening a clear nail polish. "I want to clear coat your nails, and I just meant it's special seeing you in this so I'd rather you keep it." "Oh ok?" replied Craig as she coated his left hand. "Thanks, but obviously even if you want me to have it, the way you've shared I don't think that should make it special, or stop you from wearing it." "Ahhh that's sweet!" said his sister, coating his right hand now. "But of course it's special. It's what you're wearing on our first date." She cracked herself up as he just sat there rolling his eyes, smirking as she could never control herself. "Do you ever stop?" said Craig, shaking his head as she opened a package full of accessories. "No, I do not, Puddin?" teased Tara, opening the choker necklace. "I call you Puddin, stupid," said Craig, making a face as she showed it to him. "Stupid? Really?" said Tara, annoyed, lifting his face and wrapping it around his neck and almost choking him as she buckled it behind his neck. "Obviously I guess I am? Gee is that too tight?" "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that." Craig raised his hand as it was a notch too tight. "A little! A bit looser please." "Nails down until they dry," said his sister nastily, taking a long ear camp from the package and pinching his right ear. "How about this, too tight?" "Yes, a little," said Craig as she squeezed it as she put it on. "Guess I just don't know how to put this stuff on you? Let's try this ear," said his sister, clamping down on the other ear. "How about now! And now! And now! Or am I too stupid to get these on right?" "No, and I'm sorry," said Craig, lifting his hand, dying to loosen things. "Really really sorry!" "Nails, please! And apology accepted," said Tara, loosening the choker and then adjusting the earrings a bit. "Better?" "Much?" said Craig, pulling back his fingers, still feeling everything yet not wanting to complain. "Ok blow on your nails and I'll tie your shoes," said his sister, putting things away. "It's almost time to go, and we better get out of here before we kill each other." "Never!" said Craig as she knelt now, taking his right foot. "I know sisters fight, but love you too much and I promise I didn't mean it that way." "Love you more, and I'm sorry I overreacted," said Tara, as in went his foot and she tightened the laces. "As tight as your choker is, I think my wig is even tighter, so maybe that made me a bitch as I glued the damn thing on just in case." "Wow, I imagine that would be uncomfortable, and you're not. I guess gluing makes sense though, in case we go on some rides, and it looks amazing," laughed Craig, looking at the top of her head as she put his left foot in now. "But try having what I have, that may as well be glued, its stuffed in so far? My advice is try not to think about it because that's what's worked for me so far." "You're right, so I'll try not to," said his sister, pulling the laces on the other shoe. "And you'll also need to try not to think about it if these pinch your toes a little, because you might be able to walk in my shoes around the house, but being out in them tonight will be a whole new experience. Now stand up and walk around a little." "I knew that felt weird, but I thought these were sneakers!" gulped Craig, extending his feet as he sat as his sister stepped back. "Oh my gawwdddd, Tara. You're expecting me to walk outside in these?" "No I'm expecting you to walk everywhere in these," replied his sister, coming over and checking his nails. "Inside, outside and all night in these! I asked you not to bullshit me about walking in heels, and you told me you could. Now get up, and your nails are dry." "I said I could, but I didn't know I would have to?" said Craig, just sitting there. "I was looking to start tomorrow outside the house in kitten heels, and you said no to that." "Because you just bought such cute flats, and heels are not appropriate for an eighth grade girl at Sunday brunch," said his sister, coming over and pulling his elbow. "But right now you're Harley Quinn out on a Saturday night, and what you're wearing is what's appropriate for your costume, so get up and deal with it." His legs were trembling as he got to his feet and looked over at her like he wanted to cry. She grabbed her jacket from the chair as she turned her back, walking across the kitchen before sliding her arms inside the purple coat. When she turned back towards him, she wiggled her index finger like she was calling her dog and then se goaded him to come towards her. As wobbly as it felt ats first, his muscle memory soon took over as he steadied himself and by the third step, he began getting comfortable. When he got within two steps of his sister, she backpedaled into the dining room, staring down at his feet and then next thing he knew he was following her around the table. Back through the entrance way they went quickly, back into the kitchen as she now turned her back and took her white gloves from the table. "Why are you making me chase you?" asked Craig, hurrying over as she put her hands in the white gloves. "Just to see if you can?" Tara lifted a spikey bracelet to his wrist and shook her aerosol can. "And stop worrying, because it looks like you can easily." "Told you I wasn't bullshiting you," replied Craig as she turned his head, spraying his hair one last time. "Neither was Mr. J," said his sister, hugging him and whispering in his ear. "Enjoying being a hot tease the boys want to fuck tonight, but don't lose our shit because I may have pockets, but you'll be the only one carrying the pocketbook tonight." "Oh gawdddd! This is so fucked up!" Craig shook his head as she loaded the hairspray in his pocketbook and handed it to him, walking towards the front door. "I do not know whether to thank you or stab you after saying that?" "Then you make a perfect, insane and fucked up Harley then, don't you?" laughed Tara. "Impressed, I know that?" "Maybe?" smirked Craig. "Yeah you are! Evil genius here at work," smiled his sister, pointing to her head. "Oh and your baseball bag is over there, so don't forget your bat, Miss Quinn. At least you can finally get to swing it around today, Ariana." "You sure you want me to have it?" asked Craig, shaking the bat at her. "I could do some damage with this if you keep this up!" "The only thing you could do damage with is that tight ass, and those sweet lips, little sister," teased Tara, taking her car keys from the hallway table and holding up her phone. "Now pose for me and let's see what you got bitch, because as much as you want to play the innocent thing, every girl wants to look sexy when she gets done up and you fucking know you love it." As much as he wanted to kill her, in a way he was eating up the attention as never before had he felt this sexy. He needed a minute to really soak it in, staring at himself in the hallway mirror as he lifted the bat to one shoulder and stretched his right wrist, holding the handbag daintily over his forearm. "Oh my gawddd, sis," squealed Craig, twirling around his bat and taking two steps forward then two steps back, wiggling his ass and enjoying his heels, and flipping around his pigtails, shaking with excitement. "Oh my gawwdddddd!!! I fucking do!" She had spared little expense, putting him in the provocative Suicide Squad Harley Quinn Costume and taken no short cuts to make sure he looked the vixen part. On top, the classic ripped white baseball t-shirt with red trim had "Daddy's Lil Slugger" in red script across his B-cup sized mounds. Atop it, a pullover satin-like half blue half red jacket read "Property of the Joker" in gold script on the back, and had red and white striped trim at the end of each sleeve. What would keep him nice and warm on top would be the exact opposite on the bottom, as half red, half blue sequined super short hot pants snugged his ass and further constricted his boy parts tightly out of sight. Atop them, a thick black leather belt with silver studs hung just beneath his midriff with his naval on display, and below them graffiti laden fishnet stockings sat atop sheer black tights. If two pairs of hose weren't enough, a special cut out sheer pair sat hidden as the underling of the first of the four layers served to hold back his junk and conceal it like it never existed. Completing the sultry outfit as a wild character, black and white high heeled athletic booties added that special girly wiggle with every step he took. If he would have lied about being able to walk in heels, he would have been in even deeper shit, as they came with a four inch spikey heel that even now made his limited experience in heels a challenge. Their sex appeal was undeniable though, with black on the sides and two athletic type white stripes. In front, the white panel stemmed from the toe plate up like sneakers, while being covered in glittered black laces, but what doubled the challenge to make it through the night in such spikey shoes were the pointy roach killer like enclosed toes. Beyond the outfit, Tara had done an amazing job to create Margot Robbie's signature made up look. With his face made more pallid white, he now had the Clown princess's eerie pale complexion and indescribable red lips. With the definitive touch of a lipstick smear near his lower right lip, and the monogram small heart tattoo on his right mildly pink blushed cheekbone, he had a hard time not smirking as he adored the oddly appealing cosmetic touches. Blue eyeshadow on his left eye paired with reddish pink on his right eye were touches he could not overlook, yet the blue left and red right triangles paired underneath each color delivered that deranged look. Full curled dark lashes and his brows more defined would pop his blue pupils in a thickly eye lined cat like manner yet those seemed to be the only somewhat normal cosmetic effects, as he'd been transformed into the female super villain. He could barely stop twisting his neck, in love with the wild curly pigtails, as they wavered and rebounded with the slightest movement. From a sleek middle part in his blonde hair, two long strands loosely hung down straight across each cheekbone just outside his eye socket, and then the rest of his hair was tightly bound, protruding out just above and behind each ear in pigtails. On the left, a thick two inch blue metal ring sat against his scalp before his hair hung down, and on the right a red ring held his locks firmly the same way. Beneath each ring swung a series of loose teased curls, as the right pigtail was colored from his earlobe down to its end in red, and the left side was colored the same way in blue. Adjacent to the red pigtail, four gold safety pins wavered from a gold ear cuff, and next to the blue pigtail a faux gold ear spike plus a series of faux cartilage piercings covered most of the lobe. On his wrists gold spikey bracelets accentuated his look, but it was the word "PUDDIN" in gold caps across his buckled on choker that branded him the Joker's bitch. Alternating red and blue nail polish on his fingers finished off the wildcard of a woman, as he looked ready for some wild Gotham antics with his black and white handbag's short straps hooked over his left forearm. He held the bat over his right shoulder until finally his sister was done snapping her cell phone shots and then placed it down on the table, cozying up with him after she set the timer. He'd be her partner in crime for the evening of hopefully not too much mayhem, as they snapped a few shots and she walked back smiling and opening the front door. Down the driveway she led him by the hand as they walked in the darkness, hearing every click of his heels on the cement and feeling the cold on his legs. He was going to the place he longed to go as girl like he always wished he could go, but never imagining he'd be going there to attract eyes instead of blending in. He almost wanted to die as they got to the sidewalk just feet from the car, only to see their neighbor walking her dog as they paused, frozen, not expecting her and even worse caught off guard by the look of distaste on her face. "Tara?" Mrs. Leibowitz asked near the curb. "Oh no?" gulped Craig as Tara quickly put her arm around Craig. "Don't panic," whispered his sister in his ear. "It'd dark, just say hi and keep moving towards the car." "Oh hi," said Craig as his sister clicked open the car. "Nice to see you, Mrs. Leibowitz and have a nice night." "Does your mother really know you're out dressed like a whore, Tara?" said Mrs. Leibowitz nastily. "Say yes", his sister told him, opening the door like a gentlemen. "Talk. She thinks you're me." "Uuumm yes," said Craig, dying to get in the car. "And I'm not. I'm Harley Quinn." "You're a Harley, alright," said Mrs. Leibowitz, shaking her head. "And you're bound to catch pneumonia in that! I can hear you've got a cold in that voice already?" "Ummm thank you, and I have a jacket. So does my boyfriend. He's is the Joker," said Craig with a smile, putting his arm around Tara. "See?" "The jokes on you if you think you need to dress like that to get a boyfriend, with your body," said Mrs. Leibowitz rolling her eyes. "Please take your hands off her in broad daylight, young man, and isn't Halloween still like a month away?" The things you kids do these days? "Yes but..." Craig began to say as she nudged him. "But shut up and get in the car," whispered Tara, laughing. "Thanks, and I'm fine. Have a nice night, Mrs. Leibowitz," said Craig, getting in the car now as Tara slammed the door, running around to the other side. "Learn when to shut up, sis," said Tara, starting the car. "Ok, I'm learning!" nodded Craig. "But she thinks I'm a slut?" "No, she thinks I'm a slut," giggled Tara, pulling away from the curb. "Well I guess that's ok, then," laughed Craig as his sister had to laugh at that too. "Yeah? Like I give a shit," Tara giggled as they drove off.