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I should have known that when a bag of weed was found in the laundry, the
worst strategy would be to pin it on my younger sister. Callie is 16 and
I am 17. Most people call me Alex. When I was discovered by our
parents, Callie was away at camp. Thinking quickly, I came up with an
alibi that made it very improbable that the stash belonged to me. Callie
had a group of girls, who, had a reputation for trying anything.....and I
was a healthy, clean-living baseball player. They totally bought it, and
when Callie came back from camp, despite her howls of innocence, she lost
her car...and was grounded for a month. She also lost the privilege of
going to Prom, which was a biggie for her. She knew that the weed was
mine, and that I had blamed her....and as I later found, she held a
titanic grudge.
About 2 months after the incident, Spring was well under way in southern
Ohio. The sun was warm, the grass green and Spring break was coming for
our high school. I was planning to hang with some friends, maybe ever
driving up to a car show in Columbus. Callie had other plans. She
started working on mom and dad after she got her car back, about going
with some friends to Myrtle Beach, for a long weekend. Our parents were
skeptical, especially after punishing her for the weed. Callie worked
them so hard. She raised her grades, did chores, came home on time, and
eventually won them over to at least considering the idea. Then one day,
as we were eating dinner together, push came to shove. Callie made her
argument....she, her best friend Trish (who was a knockout) and two other
girls wanted to drive down to Myrtle Beach, for a four-day weekend.
Trish' parents had a condo in North Myrtle, so there was little cost to
the trip. Callie had saved money from her part-time job at Burger King
to pay for her expenses. Still....mom and dad would not budge....until
she played her trump card. She asked them if they would approve the
trip...if her big brother went along as a chaperone. I came close
spitting out my mashed potatoes when I heard that. She had planned her
move carefully.
I was the responsible one, with college-bound grades, no problems..my
only vice was having long hair.....but I had made one fatal mistake.
When the marijuana incident occurred, I sent an email to a friend
bragging about getting off Scott-free and blaming my bratty little sister
in the process. Well my friend had a bratty little sister too...and she
snooped in his email...and it eventually made it back to Callie! Damn! I
was trapped. I could tell from her eyes, that she planned to use this
evidence against me, if I did not go along on her stupid girl-trip. Our
parents reluctantly agreed, as long as I went with the girls wherever
they went. I had no choice, but to meekly say that I would go and look
after the girls. My ruination started on that day.
Afterwards, she came by my room before bed, and stuck her head in the
door. She looked at me, and had the strangest smile....she giggled and
said "you are mine for the weekend big brother Alex!" I could not
imagine what she meant. If I had, I might have run away, to avoid the
embarrassment of what was to follow...
Callie and Trish were hanging out in my sister's room the next weekend.
I was listening to The Talking Heads in my bedroom, when they walked in.
They both had silly grins, as they just starred at me. "What?" I
said....Trish spoke up first. "Oh Alex.. you will be the perfect 5th girl
on our perfect little trip!" They both giggled madly, and ran back to
her room. I felt a sense of dread settle around me, but I ignored it and
went to sleep.
The next evening, Callie texted me and my heart stopped as I read her
message..... "My sweet big brother....who has volunteered to be our
chaperone for the chicks-gone-wild beach weekend.....will have to come to
131 Palm Lane tomorrow....for his trip...preparation." We were leaving
early Friday morning, and this only left one day to pack. I sent a rude
"WTF?" message back, and her only response was.... "If you don't want mom
and dad to know you were not only smoking weed....but selling it...you
will do every little thing I say." I got a little dizzy when I read
this, but I had no choice but to meet her the next evening, around 6:00
p.m. at the address given.
I did not make the connection, but this was a salon owned by the mother
of her best friend Trish. The place was closed, but the door was open.
I walked in, and Callie skipped behind me, flashed a devious smile...and
locked the door. "My precious brother, always looking out for
me....well, I want you to blend in with the group and not cramp our party
style. You see, five girls are going on the beach trip.....and you are
the fifth!" Giggles followed....and I got a little sick. Trish stepped
out from behind a booth, along with any drop-dead redhead who worked at
the Salon.
Trish walked around me, sizing me up, and she said, "Callie, I can see
it. He will be such a dreamsicle when we are done!" They all giggled at
that, so apparently everyone but me know what was going on. They started
talking about plans for the trip and Trish ran to the kitchen to get some
drinks. I sat in one of the salon makeover chairs and started to relax
at little. I hope hoped that they were only teasing me. Trish was way-
to-hot and I started thinking about spending the weekend with her......I
continued to sip at my red punch...and those silly girls talked for a
half an hour. By the time I realized what had happened...it was too
late. Trish put something in my drink, and I was drifting, slowly....
out. While in this dream-like state, I thought I felt strange
sensations, around my face....and my legs had a funny, hot feel. I was
incapable of moving or knowing what was happening...but I do remember
hearing Cassie say, "Okay girls, let's make my brother a sister!" ....and
giggling, lots of giggling....and I was out.
I slowly started to regain consciousness some time later. Music was
playing, and I felt a little hot and uncomfortable. I tried to lift my
hand and could not as something was covering my arms, up to my neck. I
finally heard my sister Cassie clearly say, "Open and at 'em Barbie-
girl!" with ensuing giggles.
Gradually, my senses began to return, and I saw Cassie, Trish and the
hot-redhead smiling at me. I glanced at the clock, which said 10:00 p.m.
Four hours had passed! When I started to move, I realized that there had
been....changes. Cassie said, "We wanted this to be a girl's trip, and,
as I am always looking out for my big brother....rather....sister....we
decided to include you all the way." I threw off the plastic cover and
turned to face the mirror. My face burned red with humiliation at what I
saw....and what I saw......could not be.
Staring back at me, was a blonde wavy-haired, perfectly made up girly-
girl. I took an actual second....before I realized that
she....was....me. I screamed, "What have you done? Damn you Cassie!!!"
Cassie replied, "Calmed down big sister, and appreciate what we have
accomplished. As they talked, I began to realize what had happened. I
had been drugged with something that took away my conscious will to
object. The hot-redhead was a professional make-up artist and stylist,
and those three giggling girls had set out to teach me a lesson. They
talked about their work, as I was still trying process. My legs had been
completed shaved, and rubbed down with lilac-scented lotion. My long
brown hair...was now a pop-star-diva teased and sprayed ultra-doo...my
ears were pierced, and they both displayed flashy pink earrings, with a
matching necklace that said "Princess"....OMG! I reached for my face,
and almost scratched myself, as my nails were now long princess-pink
daggers. My lips had been stung with some substance...a plumper? They
were stinging and way bigger than they should be. My cheeks, even after
my DefCon I blush subsided, were highlighted in blush...and my lips were
painted in a hot, wet color to match my nails and earrings. "OMG--what
have you done to me?!" Still somewhat in shock, I started to stand up,
and I found that I was (barley) standing in 5" pink and white toeless
spike heels. My shorts were gone but I was held tightly by very tight
latex short-shorts, with something silky underneath. I apparently was
wearing a bra, with some inserts, and tight top that made me look like
Barbie-in-heat.
I bite my lip, but I did not....wake up. This was real... This was
happening... Of course, I blew my top and told Cassie that I would never
be their chaperone to the beach... I would take my medicine for framing
her with the weed....and live with the consequences. She smiled slyly
and said, "Big sister, it has gone way beyond that now, you see, we took
lots of pictures during your "makeover," and copies have been made and
stored securely. If you don't want to have everyone in school see you as
a hot sissy Barbie doll, then you will do exactly what I say. You see,
we have already packed for you....I left mom and dad a note, that we all
decided to drive down tonight. Your things are packed in two peach-
colored suitcases, in the van. Of course, you have twice as many things
as anyone else....you are such a girl...giggle......but we wanted
to....have options.......giggle......If you obey Alexis, and the weekend
goes, well, we will give you all the pictures...and we will be even."
She sat there, with such a satisfied smile on her face, and I knew...that
she had me.
I blushed at my new girly name and glanced at Trish, and apparently, she
was excited about having me under her thumb. Was she attracted to me as
a pumped-up girl.....or was she a bit of a sadist? I can't believe it,
but I was going to be the chaperone....and fifth "girl" on their crazy
Myrtle Beach weekend! OMG!!!
End of part 1
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