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Did a Full 180 By Jena Corso Edited By Dee Sylvan Chapter One "Get the door Mark," yelled his sister from upstairs. "What?" said Mark getting startled awake. "The front door! yelled his sister again. "Did you not hear the doorbell?" "I was sleeping?" grumbled Mark. "Until now anyway." "Now you were passed out drunk and if mom saw you like that she'd kill you," yelled his sister. "Now get your ass out of dad's chair and get the door. I'm not ready yet and it's my friend Kristen so just tell her I'll be down in a minute." "You're so fucking annoying! I was asleep," said Mark stretching. "Let her wait for you in her car so I can just crash." "Was asleep and now you're up so let her in! She's getting dropped off," ordered is sister. "Time to wake the hell up anyway and guaranteed you'll think she's hot so just let her in please so I can finish my hair." "You suck," moaned Mark wandering to the door. "Hi, you must be Erica's brother Mark?" said the girl as he answered the door. "I'm Kristen! Remember me?" "Whooaaa," gulped Mark as his sister was right she was smoking hot. "Yeah. Hi?" "Sorry did I wake you?" said Kristen with a smirk on her face. "Kind of," grinned Mark. "But it's fine. I'm up now." "Yeah? I see that," smirked Kristen twisting a face glancing down. "Cute jeans." "Oh? Uummm?" said Mark getting embarrassed. "Did you want to come in?" "Yes please and don't be embarrassed. We'll fix that," smirked Kristen shrugging her shoulders then waving to the car at the curb. "Ok pick us up in like an hour ok Anthony and this is Mark. Wave hi to my boyfriend Mark." "Oh hi?" said mark looking up giving a soft wave. "Hey," yelled Anthony waving his hand from inside the car with his phone pointing their way in the other. "Looking good!" "Is he recording us?" said Mark shaking his head as the guy gave the thumbs up. "Well yeah?" said Kristen waving goodbye and then walking past him into the house. "Every piece of footage matters in case you're a pain in the ass but an hour should be enough since your makeup held up well while you slept." "What the fuck are you talking about?" groaned Mark shaking his head closing the front door. "Erica, you still fussing?" yelled Kristen up the stairs. "Come on. We've got work to do and you know he's going to fight us." "This isn't funny," freaked Mark hurrying over to the hallway mirror as Kristen stood behind him snapping a few pics. "Hey what the hell? You did not just snap that!" "Relax I got your good side and since you must have slept on some the curls in back," said Kristen looking at phone then walking past him twisting the bottom of his hoodie. "Next time try to flip your curls to whatever side you're not sleeping on which besides being cute on you is part of the reason girl's do a top pony in the first place." "Holy shit!" said Mark freaking out staring at his reflection. "Do not even touch me." "Just trying to help as your hoodie was hooked on the little handle bar you woke up with and not as cute a look as now for you?" giggled Kirsten still holding up her phone. "And my hoodie always gets all twisted when I sleep in too." "Delete that shit this instant," said Mark looking pissed. "Get your ass down here Erica and you girls think you're funny doing this to me while I passed out." "I'm coming," giggled Erica rumbling down the stairs. "And what's funny? Certainly not how cute is your hair is like that or how pretty you woke up looking today?" "Nothing's funny," said Mark angrily pulling out the high pony. "I'm going to wash this shit off and then I'll deal with you!" "Yeah? You're not girlfriend," said his sister folder her arms at the landing of the steps. "Bullshit!" said Mark pissed off walking right past her into the downstairs bathroom and then yelling out from inside it. "What the fuck! Did you do that?" "Do what exactly?" smiled Erica as he came out of the bathroom ready to kill her. "Help you get ready? I've been telling you for month's your hair would look cute in a high pony and every girl needs some help sometimes?" "You know exactly what I mean?" yelled Mark running his fingers through his hair. "Where's the water so I can wash this shit off?" "Yeah that little bit of artistry you're modeling today is mostly waterproof," grinned Kristen. "A little soap and water won't wipe it away but could make a mess like your hair now so we wouldn't want you to look a disaster when you're going to look amazing once we're done with you." "What the hell are you two up to and you are not laying a hand on me!" yelled Mark steaming pushing curls off his face. "I know where our water main valve is so I'm going down to turn it on." "Well, you could if you had the key to it but ya' don't?" smiled his sister snapping another shot of him and looking at Kristen. "So how did you make out shopping. Get everything?" "You're seriously doubting my abilities in a mall?" laughed Kristen. "Can't you see the shopping bags near the door?" "Even the faux Jimmy Choo's booties?" questioned Erica. "Check?" said Kristen clicking her finger. "And the skirt?" said Erica getting excited. "Half off?" smiled Kristen. "Never doubted you anyway," smiled Erica glancing at her brother. "Time to get to work then. Let's head to the kitchen curly girl." "Just give me the freaking key Erica before I lose it and kick your ass," said Mark putting out his hand. "Like you could?" laughed his sister before patting her hips. "No pockets dweeb and you'd also need either mom's or my makeup removal products which are now also hidden safely away so you can now either come sit down at the kitchen table and let us do what we need to without a problem or we can just post all the video of you looking cute all made up." "Go ahead," said Mark folding his arms. "I'll just tell everyone my sister thought it was funny to do to me while I was passed out and everyone will laugh about it." "Ok if that's what you want," said his sister typing on her phone. "Want to see the video of you snuggled up with Frankie Burns last night first? You two were cute together and I'm not sure he'll think it's funny if that gets out?" "Frankie Burns?" gulped Mark. "What do mean snuggled?" "He was drunk. You were drunk," said Kristen spinning around her phone showing him a picture. "I mean be happy we didn't get any video of whatever you too did together except the cute cuddle but that is your lipstick on his cheek is it not?" "Like there could be a doubt it's a perfect match?" smiled Erica. "And I love that color on you!" "I'm going to be sick," cringed Mark staring at her phone. "No, you were sick and sick all over the fucking house so be happy I cleaned it up," said his sister. "So, trust me I doubt there's much in that stomach to vomit so can we get moving now or what?" "No, we cannot get moving," said Mark ready to break down. "You can't even tell that was me. All you see is part of my face and it doesn't even look like me. Anyone could be in a hoodie like that and jeans so all anyone would see in that pic is some girl passed out in his arms." "Very true except you're still in his hoodie and just waved to my boyfriend with me stating your name which you acknowledged," said Kristen tapping her chin. "Sure you want everyone to see those two videos together?" "You wouldn't?" said Mark as his eyes grew big. "My friends would think I...?" "Make a cute girl?" smiled Kristen. "Kissed a football player?" smiled his sister. "Let him keep you all warm snuggled up in his hoodie?" smiled Kristen. "Are his new girlfriend?" giggled Erica. "Not funny," shivered Mark looking down. "Shit! This isn't my hoodie?" "Gee and what clued you in about that?" laughed Erica twisting her hair. "Could it be that it's like a dress on you?" "Crap!" groaned Mark. "He is number fifty-four on the team." "Which is awfully cute on you and easy to see in the video my boyfriend shot," grinned Kristen. "So ready to sit down at the table so we can get you ready or did you think you look cute enough now when he picks you up later to be in his hoodie again?" "And my skinny jeans?" smiled his sister. "I know you love wearing them but don't think you should have at least asked me if you could borrow them again?" "They don't even fit your fat ass anymore and the girls in school like them on me," yelled Mark visibly upset. "But fine! I'll take them off right here if that's what you want and you can have them back if that's what this is really all about." "Oh, you'll be taking them off alright because pants you will not be wearing on your date," said his sister getting stern. "So, let's to sit down like Kristen asked nicely because you need to get ready and not make this any harder than it needs to be." "Are you nuts?" groaned Mark pulling off the hoodie and tossing it at her. "You are not publishing any videos. He is not picking me up and stop fucking with me. I'm done with this." "Such a diva already? And don't think so?" laughed his sister tossing him his phone. "He'll be here at six and he's pumped to take you out after you two had such a nice night so time you get used to being in dresses. Read your messages and you'll see while I let you sleep off your hangover that you two have been flirting all morning." "Are you insane?" panicked Mark scrolling through the messages. "You're texting him on my actual phone! He might have my number in there from when we were younger with my name attached to it. You told him my name was Mia?" "He didn't but he does now," said Kristen. "Entered it in his contacts myself when he was passed out and he thinks you gave him your number last year when your sister and I introduced you two? Which of course I kind of did except last night?" "I know him from grammar school and my sister does not have a sister," yelled Mark. "People know me! I am not her sister and why would you tell him this!" "Don't worry if you read your messages he thinks you're my cousin and that he met you at the pep rally originally when Morgan Tech traveled here last year," said Erica flicking her wrist. "That school is like an hour away." "And my school but we didn't play them this year so it's no biggie," said Kristen staring at her nails. "Our team sucks and they killed us but we have the cutest outfits so boys might forget the game but not us. They get bored on the sidelines with the third stringers in." "He thinks I'm a cheerleader on the squad with Kristen and she's my bestie?" gulped Mark looking at his phone starting to tremble. "What is wrong with you? Why would you tell him this?" "What is wrong with you Mia that you think you shouldn't fix that hair and put on something cute for a date?" said Kristen before looking him dead in the face turning stern. "Now you're sitting down and letting your bestie help you or am I outing Erica's brother as the boy that wears a bit too much makeup and hopefully can handle a good beating when Frankie Burns finds out he was not kissing a girl name Mia last night." "Don't even joke like that!" freaked Mark. "He's a mean bastard and you know Erica that he already kicked my ass in seventh grade when all he did was trip over my backpack!" "And now four years later you get to kiss and makeup now that you're wearing some," smiled his sister. "See how nice this has worked out?" "No this has not worked out," said Mark angry. "Why are you even trying to make me a girl or hook me up with Frankie Burns. He's an asshole and can have almost any girl he wants anyway!" "Oh, you'll find out while we're getting you ready but you are going out with him or getting the beating you deserve while the videos will be out destroying your life," said his sister while looking at her watch then pausing before getting angry typing on her phone. "Sit or I hit send? Can't take it back once I do so three.... Two...." "Oh my gawwdd," said Mark totally frazzled sitting down. "Don't say one. Please I'm sitting and let's just talk." "While we get you ready?" said his sister. "Sure, we can do that if you're cooperative." "I'm cooperative", shook Mark. "Please delete that stuff. I promise I will be." "Not how it works bestie," giggled Kristen. "Get up one second and strip naked." "In front of you?" groaned Mark turning beat red. "You've seen me naked and your sister will turn around," ordered Kristen. "Now do it and do it right now!" "No, I haven---" stopped Mark swallowing hard. "You know it's even insulting when you make like you haven't but I get that you didn't focus on my face," Interrupted Kristen folding her arms. "Although I did delete those pics off your phone along with all your dirty shit you pig. And yes I was the girl you peeped in on while I was in your sister's shower last weekend." "But you?" said Mark stunned. "Look different with my hair colored and cut differently?" said Kristen turning her back to him flipping her hair off her shoulders. "So will you?" "Please no and I'm sorry," said Mark mortified. "The door was unlocked and I had no idea it was you?" "Same mole on my left cheek and same tattoo on my lower back," said Kristen unzipping her skirt in the back shimmying her hips sliding down her skirt down a few inches looking over her shoulders at him. "Look familiar now?" "So hot?" sighed Mark mesmerized. "Yes you will be too, so strip and right fucking now"said Kristin walking up and unbuckling his jeans. "Now drop them. Drop it all because my patience is wearing dangerously thin." Mark could barely breathe as down went his pants along with his boxers as Kristen ripped his t-shirt over his head. "Kick them away and socks too," said Kristen tossing away his t-shirt. "Believe me you do not want to test me with that thing pointing at me like it is." "That's so gross Kristen," said Erica wanting to gag. "What are we going to do about that?" "Nothing right now and hand me back the scissors," said Kristen reaching back her hand. "But one false move and I'll make you Mia permanently you little perv and maybe if you text his boyfriend a cute hoodie pic maybe that'll help fix the problem." "Ohhh I like that? How about this?" smiled his sister taking the phone and beginning to text. "Woke up excited to see you today and feeling so warm in your hoodie. Can't wait to see you later and.... exchange more than that." "You didn't?" gulped Mark. "Forget to add a few hearts and kisses at the end?" laughed his sister. "Of course not Mia." "And just that quick prior problem solved," giggled Kristen. "Go sit in the chair by the sink and I'll put a wash cloth over the little fella so you can do his hair." With that being all it took for Mark's excitement to subside as he scampered to the chair by the sink totally naked as Kristen placed a wash cloth over his privates and then his sister leaned back his head. A small squirt bottle was now used to spray water across his hair and then next thing he knew she was massaging his scalp. To his left now he felt a vibration on his arm as before he could even react he could see Kristen rotating a handheld device across his forearm noticing his wrist was already bare. In no time now his arm had turned completely smooth and then she lifted his arm to the air. "Don't you dare move that until I drop it?" said Kristen as she heard some snips inside his joint socket. It would be hard to see with his head leaning back in the sink yet he knew exactly what was happing hearing some squirting and feeling some gel gliding into his pits. A few quick strokes of the blade would be all it took and she allowed his arm down heading to the other side. Constant squirting of one bottle then another would be followed by his sister's fingers sliding inside some plastic gloves. The uneasy feel of her now raising the pasty paint brush above his head would send shiver down his spine as it touched down just above his ear applying a cream. As she began flipping sections with the long pointy back of her rat- tailed comb in the other hand, it would be his stomach that would be flipping even worse as there was little he could do but allow them to do what they wanted with him. "Eyes closed and don't look at me like that," said his sister looking down. "This is for your own good and you'll thank me later for making sure you look cute for your boyfriend instead of like the dweeb he beat up in sixth grade." "I don't want to look cute and it was seventh grade," groaned Mark closing his eyes. "Why can't I just apologize and you can date him." "Oh, you can still apologize and you should," said Erica painting. "But that's not changing what you'll be doing forty-eight minutes from now or what I'm doing right this second." "Mom would not approve of this Erica?" whined Mark as she flipped over another section painting. "I'm telling her when she gets back?" "Telling her what? That you had a party last night when I was out and got hammered?" said Erica giggling sliding the point creating the next section. "Or telling her you hooked up with a cute boy and like being a girl because if you want I'll sit right here with you while you do either one or both." "It was just a few friends over which she said I could since I turned eighteen now and the rest happened because of you?" groaned Mark hearing a crinkling now and feeling the buzzing around his left ankle. "I have no idea how Frankie Burns even showed up here?" "Which shows just how stupid you are?" said Erica raising her voice as Kristen was moving his calf. "Frankie Burns tracked his girlfriend's phone to our house and almost trashed the place thinking she was fucking some other guy which of course she was and in your room so when he thought it was my brother you should be happy I thought quick enough to turn your zombie drunken ass into cutie pie Mia." "Holy shit!" said Mark stunned starting to shake. "I only had a few girls here from chem class and I had no idea one was his girlfriend." "Yeah well Stacey from chem was his girlfriend moron but luckily Kristen and I got here to calm the crazy fuck while he waited on the landing to snag her when she came out of your room while he drank all dad's good scotch," said Erica painting atop his head now as he could feel a lot of damp hair in his eyes. "As it is your two wimpy buddies that were here barely escaped with their lives. Rick's got a black eye while Stan almost had his arm broken and they never left the living room. Imagine if they did?" "I feel terrible?" gulped Mark letting Kristen hold his left leg up as she buzzed it clean. "Let me text them and see how they are?" "You did and they're pissed but fine," said Erica flipping sections painting. "Ok really I did on your phone but at least they thought you give a shit." "Of course I do. They're my friends and please tell me they didn't see me like this," said Mark upset as Kristen moved to the other leg now. "What they saw was you passed out on the downstairs bathroom floor in your own vomit," scolded his sister as he heard more crumbling. "Which basically saved you from a beating but was so gross," Added Kristen buzzing around his knee cap. "What a fucking light weight you are for an eighteen-year-old bestie." "Whatever?" snarled Mark at Kristen before thinking. "But then who was she screwing in my bed?" "The other girl from chem class Vanessa," said his sister giving a little tug on his hair. "Oh, and my boyfriend who you apparently hooked them up with while I was out like a good sister buying more liquor for your lame party. Want to tell me about that or should I pull your hair the hell out?" "Uuuumm?" said Mark feeling the strain. "He was just asking who they were and I barely remember that. I drank too much and I figured he left with you?" "Did you?" said Erica pissed letting go painting again. "Well he didn't and you seemed to not forget after I left to send Kristen's naked pictures to my boyfriend's phone while you were hammered or to tell him I was a bi-sexual lesbian slut so expected him to be already started with the girls upstairs and I'd be joining all of them when I got back? Any of that ring a bell before we shave your entire head?" "Please don't and not really?" gulped Mark feeling Kristen lifted his leg and the buzzing near his but cheek. "I said all that?" "Not a good time to lie to your sister party girl, especially when I have a razor near your balls and a scissor near your penis?" said Kristen as he felt something wet around his private area. "Please! I'm not?" grimaced Mark as Kristen manipulated him. "I really can't believe I did those things." "And I really can't believe a guy that hot is interested in the dweeb whose ass he kicked years ago," said his sister lifting the hair out of his eyes while soaking it. "So guess what? You better make sure he only sees my pretty cousin the cheerleader when you hook up later because this time I'm not going to be around to save your pretty ass while he pounds it." "I can't believe you'd want revenge on me that badly," groaned Mark hearing the rubber snap as she took off her gloves. "You're my sister." "In a way I don't but I am getting even while teaching you a lesson," said his sister pushing a strip down above his eyes. "And you'll get a worse lesson if you squirm again and kick me while I do your toes," said Kristen shoving some cotton between his toes. "I'm staying as still as I can and please don't forget I was drunk?" gulped Mark feeling her pressing down. "You do stupid things too when you're drunk don't you?" "Drunk when you videotaped Kristen in the shower?" questioned Erica before ripping back the strip. "Holy shit Erica!" cringed Mark feeling his toes separated now. "Go easy and maybe?" "Bullshit?" scolded Erica pushing down the strip on the other side now. "And you're weren't drunk enough to not send my boyfriend pics or to a fucking orgy thinking it was all fun and games?" "Damn!" cringed Mark as she ripped it off. "Maybe I should have been?" "Really?" said Erica not amused as she rolled her eyes at him and placed a tweezer at the outside of his left brows plucking. "That hurts," shook Mark as she yanked again outside the right brow now. "Ok but I was at least buzzed and maybe just thinking like I guy." "And now you better start thinking like a girl," said Erica pushing down another strip in the left arch. "And fast because the more bullshit you feed me, the thinner these brows are getting." "But Erica," groaned Mark as she ripped away again. "Please I'm sure that's enough." "On this side yes," said Erica pushing down beneath the right arch now. "Want to go for pencil thin?" "No please," begged Mark as off she ripped it off. "Finally, a please!" said his sister stepping back. "Open your eyes and let me see." "Is it bad?" gulped Mark looking up at her as she inspected. "That I have to fix your eye shadows and glue on your lashes now? No?" smiled his sister. "I expected I'd be doing that next." "You know that's not what I meant?" shivered Mark. "And you know I'm almost done down here but flinch again and you won't have to worry if you're boyfriend wants to look under your skirt later," joked Kristen giving a little yank. "Please don't joke about that and no way is he looking under whatever the hell you'll be making me wear?" groaned Mark as he watched his sister blowing on a faux lash after spreading some glue on it. "Eyes closed and don't be so sure?" said Erica pressing it down on his lash line and hodling it. "I think you're going to be really cute tonight." "You're scaring me Erica," shivered Mark. "Like I didn't almost shit my pants seeing my naked boyfriend in your room with two skanks," said Erica pressing down the other lash. "Too fucking bad if I'm scaring you. Suck his dick if gets too close and then you won't have to worry about him getting too friendly." "Scaring the pretty girl stiff so maybe he liked that?" laughed Kristen. "Seriously?" laughed Erica rubbing a brush in eye shadow pallet. "Seriously?" giggled Kristen squeezing it. "Like a serious maybe four inches at best so you've nothing to fear honey." "That's not funny," groaned Mark offended as his sister brushed across his lids. "Ok saying you had nothing was mean and I'm sorry," teased Kristen flipping it around in her hands. "Maybe I should have said little to fear which explains why you don't have a girlfriend I guess?" "Ok maybe that was maybe over the line Kristen," laughed Erica working on his eyes. "But still funny." "Is there a line with you two?" grumbled Mark ashamed as finally she let it go. "After taking naked pics and me and sending my boyfriend for a slew of STD tests?" said his sister while opening the top to what looked like a thin black marker. "Just a black line that will be just a touched winged once you stop groaning." Down came the liner as cautiously it glided across the outside of his upper lid before stopping in the crease before his sister went over it again before jumping to the other eyes. All would be silent for a good minute now and then he looked up seeing Kristen with a different type of marker in her hands after touching his left lobe. "Good?" questioned Kristen squishing her cheeks as the girls stared down at him. "I think so?" Stared Erica looking back and forth. "And this he's been debating for years so it's about time anyway." "Is that a piercing gun?" panicked Mark seeing Kristen loading it. "I did debate it but decided against it." "I was there remember?" said his sister giving him a nasty look. "Do them both before he cries like a baby and consider your debate decision reversed?" "Crap," sighed Mark closing his eyes as Kristen positioned the gun on his lobe and snapped the trigger. In the blink of any eye it was over as in a way it was something he feared but wanted except once the second snap occurred in the same ear, it was not at all what he expected. "That's so cute," said Erica inspecting. "Would be cuter if I could switch the first one to a hoop but that might be pushing it?" "You kidding?" moaned Mark again shaking. "I debated whether to pierce them not to do two in each ear?" "Gee maybe I was drunk back then and missed that part" sighed his sister rolling her eyes as she put in the first piercing in the other ear now. "There's no debate here today anyway and if you don't like it too bad you little bitch. Consider yourself overruled!" "Like anything I'd want isn't overruled?" cringed Mark closing his eyes feeling the gun clamp down again and pop the second one through his ear. "Groan a little more and I think you'd look sexy with a stud in your nose," said his sister getting angry. "Done groaning," said Mark squeezing his eyes shut. "So no thank you." "Not that I wouldn't enjoy putting another hole in your brother's head but let's calm down ladies as the clock is ticking so there no time now for fighting!" said Kristen twisting the stud as he winced. "You're right?" nodded Erica touching his face. "I'll just keep the focus on making her pretty but that doesn't want to make me want to smash her face in any less!" "I know but she's probably a bleeder anyway so not a good idea since her date should be here in like twenty-five minutes now," said Kristen checking her phone. "Maybe go turn on the water since you've got two minutes on the clock before you need to rinse her out and I'll start her nails." "Maybe we'll shove a tampon up her nose," nodded Erica walking away none too pleased. "What does that mean?" panicked Mark looking at Kristen as his sister went down the basement. "Right hand out Mia and it means that you might want to keep that lip zipped for a bit" said Kristen as she flattened his hand on a little fold out table and started buffing his right thumb with a file. "It's zipped," nodded Mark letting out a sigh. "Zipped tight!" It would be quiet for a few minutes now with the only sound being an emery board roughing up his nails until the silence would be broken as he heard the water come back on in the basement. Clinking the pipes would be a somewhat welcome sound as at least it you mean later he could wash his face but then he swallowed hard as his sister returned turning on the sink. A few bursts of air would puff from the faucet and then the water spurted into the sink behind him until it was air free before she switched to the sprayer. From his forehead back now she scrubbed rinsing the chemicals into the sink as crinkling and squirting would be mixed with the gushing sounds in his ears. It would be five minutes of tranquility they all needed to calm any tension but then once it was turned off his nerves would begin tingling. A few squeezes in her fingers and then scrunches in a towel to remove the heavy wetness would be the precursor to her work as she wrapped his head in a towel and after a half hour plus by the sink he'd be tapped to get up to move back to a chair near the kitchen table. At least Kristen would have the decency to wrap his naked private section in a bigger towel before he walked away as he screamed seeing his bare legs for the first time. The cotton balls between his toes seemed twice as annoying with each step as cherry toes would be hard to miss shining above the ceramic tile floor. Ten feet felt like the march to the electric chair but instead the switch that was thrown would be that of her hair dryer as on it came the second he sat and she pulled the turbaned towel from his head. Away from his face she blew his hair working only with her fingers for a minute and then once she switched it off a big plastic brush would rake his hair away from his face. Down his back went all off his hair as her bristles dug through it and across his upper vertebrae. Between her left index and left thumb went his chin now as she adjusted his vison and then Erica looked over at Kristen. "Can you just prop up your iPad so I can see it one more time before I start cutting," said Erica thinking with a scissor in her hands. "Cutting?" gulped Mark looking towards the table. "Please don't! Girls have long hair so why shouldn't I? I've been growing my hair all through high school and you told me yourself he'll kill me if he found out I'm a boy." "Let's hope he doesn't for your sake and I'm more trimming which will become major instead of minor if you twist your neck again," said his sister moving his chin again with scissor in hand. "I'm good with hair but not a hairdresser you know and do you think we did all this work to make you look like a boy?" "I don't even think it's possible anymore so how's that?" teased Kristen setting up her iPad. "He already looks like a sluttier version of you." "Perfect," laughed Erica glancing over at the images of the iPad screen and putting his neck forward just a little. "And you meant the slutty version period since I've of course never been one?" "Really?" joked Kristen as Erica slid the scissor across the back of Mark's hair finding the right spot to trim near his shoulder blades. "That's coming from the girl who taught me how to deep throat and once she's done fussing with his hair is about to teach her brother how to give his first blow job." "Are you insane!" spun Mark towards her. "No fucking way." "No are you insane! We just talked about this!" said Erica tossing a clump of his hair to the floor. "I told you twice not to fucking move and now look what you did?" "Oh no," freaked Mark seeing the long-crooked strands tossed down on the tile. "Fucking prima donna," said Erica rolling her eyes taking the brush from the table and moving his face. "Put up the other pictures we liked with her hair a little shorter please Kristen but could you not move again please?" "It's not as bad as it looks on the floor right?" groaned Mark. "Please say it isn't?" "It is what it is so please just shut the fuck up," said his sister brushing behind his head. "I think I can still do the Grammy type look I had in mind anyway but have to get it straight which now just got a lot harder so every time you don't let me that's another month or two of growing back and that's on you." He looked straight ahead peeking down as the long talons were being glued down on his fingersand trying to only move his eyes feeling the chilly blades slice across his shoulder blades. It really didn't seem that bad so maybe he didn't lose as much he hoped and started to calm down a little. Around front she came now with her scissor in hand taking the point of her rat-tailed comb piercing his hair with the point to create a middle part. To the left and right she'd flip until she had it just where she wanted and then brushed each side before stepping back looking into his eyes. "I think I fixed it so close your eyes so I can finish," said his sister tilting his face forwards just a bit. "A little extra shaping is all I have left then I can just style it unless you jump around again." "I won't," mumbled Mark as she brushed down past his left ear now and stretched his hair away from his face. He sat as still as he could to the sounds of her trimming until the tension subsided and he could feel his hair slide back against his cheekbone. To the right side she'd go next pulling his hair taut once more and then once it dropped, went around back. Through his hair now would glide her flat iron which would be soothing like he was almost done and then after it straightened his entire head she'd be standing in front of him staring in. "Open a sec," said his sister staring him dead in the face. "Am I done?" gulped Mark. "Holy shit these long nails are ridiculous!" "Done enough to get dressed before I make a few final tweaks," said Erica sliding a head band on him pulling his hair off his cheeks. "Ready Kristen?" "To squish your brother's balls up where the sun don't shine?" laughed Kristen ripping a piece of surgical tape off a roll. "Oh yeah. Stand up and spread them girlfriend. Been waiting all night to make the bitch uncomfortable." Mark stood unable to watch as his sister turned away just before Kristen pulled off his towel. Between his legs went her fingers as she pressed up his left testicle and then he felt the sticky tape adhere. With her teeth she ripped of the next piece and in no time 'X' marked the spot behind where his balls previously hung as his manhood would dangle alone. "You know that was as easy as it looked in the videos I watched," giggled Kristen as it was almost like she was messing with him as she twisted his limp member between her fingers a few times and then ripped off another piece of tape. "Let's hope for your sake this holds as good as they say so wave bye-bye to the thimble dick." "That is so wrong Kristen," laughed his sister as around his shaft Kristen wound the tape and pulled it back taut taping it down. "So, all done and I can look now." "Yup see for yourself! Nothing to see but the little bush I left for show," said Kristen patting herself on the back and then reaching under patting his crotch making sure it was flat. "Almost looks fuckable and definitely panty ready." "Jezzz?" stared his sister walking around him. "Not almost. If he had any boobs and didn't spread his legs all the way to notice the tape between his cheeks you'd never know." "Exactly and you ain't seeing that in the dark so don't even flinch bitch," smirked Kristen with a pink razor at one side making a minor slice. "One little tweak so it's perfect and the master bedroom is on this floor right?" "That's my parent's room?" said Erica giving her a look not getting it. "Yeah they have an entire master suite right down the hall.Why?" "Because supposedly the cross dressers use this water proof tape under their swim suits without a problem and we've still got eleven minutes until her date gets here but I'll only need two," said Kristen grabbing Mark by the hand and grabbing her big pocketbook in the other. "Let's go skank because you're about to know how I felt after I realized what you did to me while I was in the shower." "Oh gawwdddd?" shook Mark as she dragged him down the hall. "Don't you have enough video on me already?" "If you keep giving me a hard time then I'm just getting started," ordered Kristen as into their parent's bedroom she pulled him. "And even if we do?" laughed his sister as into the bathroom they went. "We could never have enough?" "Get the fuck in there and face the wall," said Kristen pulling open the big glass shower door and giving Mark a shove. "Put your hands up flat on the wall with fingers spread underneath the shower head and spread your legs but don't you dare move until I tell you." "Ok," shivered Mark. "Oh my gawwdd Kristen," laughed Erica. "This was such a good idea." "Thank you and aren't you glad I still have this in my bag now from the beach last weekend," said Kristen pulling out a sheet and pressing it against his lower back. "This one was supposed to be yours and since I've got the real thing and not how I expected to help a girl in your family put it on but I think it's going to show well?" "What is that?" gulped Mark staring at the wall feeling some peeling off his skin. "A lucky for you left over Erica didn't use and reminder you're nothing but a tramp in my eyes," said Kristen stepping back trying not to laugh as she held up her phone. "Now twist your neck back towards me and don't fucking move." "But I mostly snapped you from the neck up?" groaned Mark as he turned seeing the camera snap. "You didn't take my face did you?" "Of course I did and you should see how nasty you look," laughed Kristen looking down at her phone. "That's so good." "No, it's 'Juicy' and juicy is written across your ass in script you bitch," laughed Erica squishing her cheeks thinking. "And while we've got him here? "Remember how wet and soapy you were?" "You serious?" smiled Kristen starting to giggle. "Why not?" grinned Erica giving Kristen a playful nudge. "That was good but we can do better" "Oh, I like how you're thinking Erica," grinned Kristen getting even more excited. "Thank you! How about I text Frankie from his phone to tell him she's running late and to come twenty minutes later while you turn on the water," smiled Erica biting her lip. "I've got a few things in mind so he'll never think about shooting any girl naked again and I don't mind blowing out his hair for a second time." "Gawd I love how you think!" hugged Kristen before Erica ran from the room and Kristen stepped forward into the shower with him. "Turn around Mia and keep your face out of the water. Today starts yourcareer as pin up slut." "Oh no," swallowed Lee as she pulled his arm off the wall and he turned towards her with water on his back. She kicked his legs apart so they were slightly open even with his shoulders and then twisting him towards her facing out of the shower's open door. "Shut up you didn't shower today anyway," said Kristen pushing his hair back under the shower and pulling off the headband. "Put one hand over each nipple and I'll do the rest." Kristen would be unable to stop smiling as she snapped some pictures with him looking stunned like someone walked in on him and he quickly covered up. Down his shoulders and back water would be dripping as he stood there wanting to scream as his sister reentered the room thoroughly enjoying his angst. Across the room she went turning on the big tub's facuet and lit some candles before squirting a huge amount of body wash on a pink mesh sponge before emptying the rest in the tub. To the shower she came spreading bubbles down his chest and stomach before piling some atop his now soaked hair and then moving his left hand away from his chest. She took his right hand now sliding it across to cover his left boob and lifted his elbow a touch higher to cover the right nibble. More bubble would be added above his forearm to aid with the deception of small covered mounts and then down she pushed his left hand past his stomach sliding his long nail tips into his trimmed pubic area. "Now moan," teased his sister. "I am moaning," groaned Mark. "I can't believe you're making me do this and no one better ever see this this." "No like really moan!" said his sister holding up her phone. "Like oh baby! Yeah baby! And you better make it good or me publishing this shit will be the least of your problems." "Fucking louder bitch!" yelled Kristen. "And do it now because the vibrator I have in my pocketbook will make you do it for real and trust me you are not ready for the big ass one I'll use on you." "FUUUCCKKK!" yelled Mark almost crying half hunching over for a second. "You are not putting that in me. No way! No fucking way! Ohhhh gawwddd please no. Nooooo!" "Oh that wasn't a 'yeah baby' but that was even better?" laughed Erica. "Seriously! The emotion was so authentic," laughed Kristen before betting serious. "Now don't fall on your ass but get in the tub." "You tricked me?" said Mark not amused. "Honestly we didn't but we got some great shots and have the video anyway," said Kristen opening her bag and pulling it out waving it. "Get in the tub." "You suck," said Mark stepping into the tub. "And so will you before you know it," winked Kristen as he sat down. "Hands on each side of the tub and let's get these covered." As Kristen surrounded his boobs with masses of bubbles Erica moved the candles around him positioning them. She'd then sprinkle some rose pedals in the water while Kristen pulled up his knees placing his red toes just above the water at the edge and opened his legs moving the bubbles atop his knees. Atop his head she'd spin his soaked hair into a messy bun letting some pieces hang down next to each ear loosely and then Kristen would slide the bubbles away from his private area clearing the view. He'd be photographed now with his submerged bush on full display looking chesty under mounds of foam and then the slide his right hand under the water like he was fingering himself again. "Just roll your eyes up and say uggghhh" coached Kristen as she filmed. "And this time you areso not getting off the hook unless you do exactly that girlfriend." "Like it matters anymore," said Mark rolling his eyes into the back of his head like he was fingering himself. "UUugghh... Oh yeah.. Oooohhhhh! Happy now?" "Well happier?" laughed Kristen. "Bite that lip and roll back those eyes you slut and say MMMMmmmm." "And yes," ordered Erica. "Fucking sell it!" "This is so fucked up!" moaned Mark as he paused yet their nasty looks forced him to continue as they just kept shooting. "Ohhhhh yeah. Ooohhhh! Mmmmmm. Ohhhh yeah! Yessss." "Breathe girl! You almost looked like you just actually orgasmed," giggled Erica as he was almost panting getting so upset now. "You mean I'm not getting fucked here?" panted Mark. "Because it feels like I am." "Oh, I like how you're thinking slut but trust me you'll know when you are! Now stand-up dirty girl?" laughed Kristen. "Let's do a from behind shot in the tub with you looking back at me and if you don't test me you soapy slut, we can wrap this up." Up he stood as they posed him flexing out his fingers almost like he was squeezing his own ass and then took shots from various angles. With his long stiletto orange to coral pink ombre nails and the black temporary tattoo tramp stamp across his spine he'd been put in a much worse position than what he'd done to Kristen. He stood now as Kristen dried his body with a towel while Erica plugged in her dryer and finger brushed his hair. As the moisture left his skin and follicles he warmed but could not shake a shiver as his date drew near. He'd try not to make eye contact or complain as he just stood there feeling Kristen dry between his legs while his sister raked through his hair. He was mortified realizing everything was still perfectly adhered to him and they had now more incriminating shots than just a boy with makeup on as the girls would again quickly get back to getting him ready for his date. "Getting excited to finally wear a cute outfit because you getting this comfortable naked around us is getting a little weird don't you think?" joked his sister switching on the blow dryer raking his hair with her fingers blowing it. "Please stop Erica," groaned Mark as she circled him pulling out some moisture. "I would but you'll catch a cold if you go on date with your hair wet in the skimpy outfit you'll be in," joked his sister blowing his hair away from his face. "Don't you think I did enough now that you can call off Frankie Burns?" said Mark grabbing his sister's arm as she was blow drying his hair. "Please sis." "Enough?" sighed his sister pulling away her arm. "You think us having a few unpublished pictures and video of you looking a little promiscuous is enough?" "Isn't it?" said Mark rolling his eyes. "Text your boyfriend not to bring Frankie yet," said Erica pointing at her. "And go get all my hair stuff off the kitchen table please." "What?" said Kristen surprised and annoyed. "You're not seriously considering that?" "It's fine," winked Erica to Kristen. "Bring everything in here ok?" "Really?" said Mark feeling a sense of relief. "We can talk about it? Maybe you'll call it off?" "I said yet and we're not talking about shit," yelled Erica finger brushing his fairly dry hair. "I thought I was almost done with your hair before but obviously I'm not right? And I thought you'd have just learned a lesson knowing what is what like but you still think you've got the upper hand and are smarter than me? Don't you?" "No and I didn't say anything like that?" said Mark as Kristen dumped everything on the vanity. "No but you didn't moan like I told you too the first time around either did you?" said Erica putting her rattail comb through the middle of his hair parting it again and flipping it around. "Did you not think I didn't see you snatch my phone and you delete my entire photo album while I blew out your hair." "Kind of didn't think you did but at least now all you have is stills," smirked Mark eased by the heat as she began gliding her flat iron through his hair in the back. "Which are bad enough?" "But not as good as video with you moaning like a bitch are they?" said his sister gliding the flat iron through the right now. "Nope and you know what? Good thing my date is here any minute so no time to redo those?" laughed Mark rolling his eyes. "And please don't burn me since I finally burned you?" "Really?" laughed his sister turning his shoulders. "Play my channel please Kristen on your iPad while I finish his hair. Did you seriously not think I have these things synched with the cloud? And in case you're wondering, they're also backed up on Kristen's site as well! I mean really?" "Crap!" gulped Mark seeing the first video come on. "I'm going to pay for that? Aren't I?" "You'll pay dearly you dirty girl" smiled his sister as she took a brush to his hair pulling it away from his eyes and snapping in a big clip. "But at least the dirty girl is clean now but pay and pay dearly you will." "Fuck," grimaced Mark watching himself in the shower appear to finger himself. "How humiliating?" "Yeah this is how it feels you little bitch," pointed Kristen raising her voice. "I can't watch anymore! Look what you did to my pubic hair," shook Mark looking away. "Don't you even think about turning away or pulling out that clip?" ordered Kristen making sure he was watching. "I'm sure you never did that when you stared at me in the shower you pig." "I said I was sorry and you're so hot I just couldn't help it" groaned Mark. "But look at everything you did to me. You can't see anything that should be there and I'm shaved everywhere except...? And it looks like I have a pussy." "Every girl needs to be smooth with a well-manicured bush," laughed Kristen. "Who's going to want to watch you on video if you were hairy and gross? Would you?" "No one can see this!" Cried Mark raising his voice. "Please this was just you getting even with me wasn't it?" "Oh we're going to do better than that! Text them to push back twenty more minutes Kristen so that will give us twenty-eight from now?" said Erica glancing at her watch. "I need the time and I want him to watch them all." "Please no?" shook Mark as she combed through the back. "I don't want to look at myself anymore like this." "Well fine and only because I agree we need a few regular shots since your boyfriend did ask for a few other pics during your flirt today and all he has is you in his hoodie," said Erica putting down her flat iron and handing her rat-tailed comb to Kristen. "While I run upstairs and get a few things we need why don't you do the Dutch pigs from the behind so he can watch himself groan and then we'll quickly take a few of those shots?" "You mean you're getting my..?" laughed Kristen covering her mouth as she began separating. "Well your duffel bag is in my room so you're cool with it right?" smirked Erica. "Not really and it would be like he's...? said Kristen a little uneasy. "Yup," nodded Erica with a purpose. "Eeewww?" swallowed Kirsten. "But ok, it's brilliant but that's so wrong?" "You mean only because you're skeeving it?" Chuckled Erica. "Like there would be another reason?" smiled Kristen while sectioning. "Can you do it quick or not?" grinned Erica while running out while Kristen began weaving. "Like probably in my sleep and by the time you're back," giggled Kristen combing a few long sections and flipping them over and pulling them tight. "But not thrilled with him in my stuff you know." "Your stuff?" gulped Mark feeling all his hair on the left grow taut. "Please just shut the fuck up because trust me you'll still be a slut regardless of anything we put you in," said Kristen picking up the pace. "Unfortunately, that includes even my stuff. Hey, hard to believe I know since I'm so fucking classy." "Ouccchhh", grimaced Mark as she pulled tight against his head and snapped in a band. "That hurts and like that isn't total bullshit! Besides, your tits are always hanging out! What the hell are you two up to now?" "Don't be jealous," laughed Kristen moving to the right side now. "Oh fine be jealous! But don't worry Frankie Burns is going to be very excited once he gets a nice pic or two of his honey." "Please stop," panicked Mark while she was dividing his hair in her fingers and weaving now. "You can't be texting pictures of me to a boy like I'm actually his girl." "But you are his girl," laughed Kristen braiding quickly. "If you sit patiently some of those shots with you in his hoodie will be popping up on the iPad next." "I can't look anymore", groaned Mark as she pulled tight against his head. "This is all freaking me out!" "Yeah, well be happy your boyfriend is a decent guy and is being patient since we pushed this date back twice now . The few cute shots I just promised him are coming in a minute or two and should tide him over," Erica hurried back in placing down a laundry basket filled with clothes before teasing. "The guy is so anxious to hook up tonight so you might not be in your outfit long anyway." "Gee,you saying that's not helping me freak out any less?" objected Mark just before his eyes bugged as Erica lifted up a nude-colored jiggling silicon bra and pulled the plastic tabs from behind the cups. "Neither will having these little boobs but this shit holds like cement and if he does grab them through your top will feel real enough that he won't know the difference," said Erica pushing them against his chest. "Oh I so hope he's going to," laughed Kristen unzipping an outfit. "And I hate this but step in you little bitch." "You hate it?" groaned Mark seeing the white garment. "What the hell is that and I hate everything you girls are doing to me." "No, you fucking love it and you're going to tell the camera that too," ordered his sister yanking on the end of his hair on the left as Kristen pulled it up his body. "Just put your arms in, lean your head back and stand the fuck still." "Oouuccchhh," groaned Mark getting emotional as she zipped up the back and then messed with his hair on the right now pulling against it. "You don't have to be so mean. I'm doing everything aren't I?" "Name even one thing you did without complaining?" yelled Kristen sliding a shoe on his left foot. "But you made me a girl!" complained Mark as his right foot went in the other. "You took blackmail pictures of me all day!" "And now we made you the cheerleader Frankie's expecting so pucker," laughed Erica gliding a bright red color across his lips. "And he is so going to freak the fuck out once we text him you like this." "Oh no," gulped Mark looking down and sliding his lips together. "Oh myyy gawwdd do you look freaking cute as one and I'm the one freaking that my uniform is even a size or so big on you," said Kristen covering her mouth. "I hate you for that and if you want to tell him you're a boy in that than go ahead because I'm thinking even your own mother wouldn't believe it." "You know she did call earlier so maybe we should call her back and show her?" laughed Erica snapping a few shots. "Ready to tell your mommy you're a cheerleader now?" "Are you done?" groaned Mark flatting his arms. "Not even close drama queen," said Erica snapping a few shots. "Outside and quickly for a few pics." "Outside?" quivered Mark as his sister dragged him by the hand. "I can't go on a date like this? Everyone stares at cheerleaders and all they want to do is..?" "Is what bitch?" said Kristen following. "Fuck them! And like you don't know th?" said Erica rolled her eyes at Kristen as they headed out into the back yard. "Shut up," laughed Kristen nudging Erica. "Just pose the bitch!" "Not my fault he's hot in your outfit and stand right there Mia," laughed Erica as he stood petrified. "And you're not going on a date like that. Make out in the house with your boyfriend like that looking like you just came from practice sure? But not a date! Go stand in the grass in front of your soccer net you never use and we'll pose you." He could barely stop shaking as for the first time the cool outside air whisked across his bare legs and Kristen posed him with his hands on his hips holding her pom poms. Even just moving his face she looked like she wanted to kill him in her uniform as he stood doing everything they said. He was in her white one-piece cheer uniform that had pale blue letters outlined in gold. The pale blue inside the pleats of the short skirt would be the main accent color in the outfit to be combined with gold at the V-neck and short sleeve cuffs. In his hands bright gold pom poms would be raised in the air for the next pose and was as bright as his scarlet red lip gloss. Flat Dutch braids at each temple framing a middle part would stream tightly until they disappeared into loose, straight ear height dangling pigtails inside gold cheer bows with blue trim and on his feet white sneakers with blue socks finished the look. He was snapped as a cheerleader like he was on a field in front of a soccer net until Kristen lifted one of his legs up as high as she could on the post and then that had a shot like he'd emerged from under the bleachers after getting his brained fucked out. "Jump five times. Then five more kicking one leg up and then spin and shake your ass," ordered his sister. "Wait?" sighed Mark while reaching down his hand under his short skirt. "I just realized I have no underwear on?" "Yeah so thanks for the finger shot even before we asked," said Kristen snapping shots. "Now fucking high bitch and don't worry you're doing ten with both your legs open on the trampoline." "So glad we didn't get rid of that now when dad said we were too old for it," grinned Erica. "Move it or I will change my mind and send you on a date like this if I have to!" "Please no," said Mark like the Energizer Bunny quickly following orders jumping and kicking as high as he could. To the trampoline he scampered cringing as he knew each leap would take him well above their back yard fence feeling his pigtails and skirt fly high in the sky. Down the sidewalk in the front yard, he could see kids on bikes and dog walkers as his legs parted and he prayed no one could see what lied beneath. It would be another ultimate test that nothing would come free of its taped imprisonment as he'd be half out of breath when he hurried out of the springing surface. "Turn away from your sister you slut and put your hands on the ground with your elbows tight," Kristen yelled over at Erica as she put her hand underneath checking. "Tape is still holding like a charm and be ready Erica but kick me and you're dead bitch." "Oh that's icing on the cake and oh so evil", laughed Erica nodding. Before he knew what hit him his hands were flat with him bending over she pulled his legs over his head and he was upside down with his legs in the air and his fake vag facing his sister. Against the soccer post they leaned him with his legs wide open as she snapped some shots and then Kristen pushed his feet to the right like he came out of a cartwheel and was back on his feet. "And that's how easy I could teach a princess like you to cartwheel and be happy we didn't send him that or he'd be dying to put his icing on that cake for sure," said Kristen shaking her head. "Half of me wanted you to fall on your face but then I would have been pissed if you got my uniform dirty. You got it so she can get the hell out of my clothes." "Already send the fucking cutest shot to Frankie and the rest to the cloud," said Erica texting on his phone and then hers. "Let's just see if he can do a full split because how can we not try that? Spread as wide as you can Mia?" "I can't do a split?" gulped Mark widening his legs. "No guy is that limber." "Don't worry with the right training we can teach you that too, slut." Kirsten kicked his ankles apart a little spreading his legs as far as they could. "That's as much as they're going Erica so snap that shit and not that I wouldn't love to slam his privates into the ground but his balls can't go up any higher." "But maybe his voice can at least a little bit so keep that in mind Mia," smiled Erica looking at her watch. "Not that you don't sound like the perfect little whinny bitch with all you're grumbling but you won't be whining all the time in exactly twenty minutes from now." "Please call it off Erica," groaned Mark. "Look at me." "I am looking and you've got twenty-one minutes so let's move", said Erica. "We have more shit to do and hi Mrs. Clawson." "Oh my gawwddd!" gulped Mark looking up making eye contact. "You think she saw all that?" "She's freaking eighty and half blind" laughed Erica pulling him back in the house. "Her husband maybe. He's as big a perv as you and you probably just made his day having a tramp flash her bush on the trampoline." "EEEeeeewwww," groaned Mark feeling sick grabbing his stomach as he got back inside the house. "Not the time for cramps pretty boy," teased Kristen spinning him unzipping the uniform. "Get the shit off right now and trust me if you need a tampon I'm sure we've got plenty we can shove inside you." "Please no," shivered mark stepping out of it gingerly. "I've been cooperating." "Good because we still have so much I want to do," said Erica pulling out the bows. "You did so well that time Mia?" "But you're still making me go on a date aren't you?" said Mark looking down as Kristen was taking off his sneakers and socks. "Fight me and you will be sexting instead of just texting?" said Erica unwinding his braids. "You know how many good bush shots we have now don't you?" "I won't be," said Mark tossing up his arms shrugging his shoulders. "Of course I do so how could I?" "And how could you not talk to your mommy all day?" giggled his sister as they heard a buzz. "Look who's face-timing her baby?" "Crap she's probably checking up on me," gulped Mark as she was undoing his braids. "Not probably?" laughed Erica tossing his phone down next to him. "Go ahead answer it and get it over with." "Are you insane," cringed Mark seeing his mother's name on his phone screen. "I'm not answering that looking like this?" "You sure that's a good idea and she'll only see you from the waist up anyway?" said Erica taking a brush to the right side of his hair. "You already have two missed calls from her and I think it'll be easier to tell her you're Mia now over the phone instead of in person." "Not funny?" groaned Mark. "Not joking. You'll be too nervous in person so why wait?" teased Erica brushing the back. "Your hair is cute all wavy from the braids and she'll think your boyfriend is so handsome. I'm sure that'll help once the initial shock wears off." "I do not have a boyfriend! I'd rather tell the whole world I'm a slutty cheerleader that wears no panties or that I'm dying to get the fucked by my boyfriend before I tell her a lie like that," yelled Mark upset as his sister moved through his hair brushing on the right now. "And dad would flip! Can you imagine what he'd say if I told him I'm a girl named Mia now and that I have a boyfriend! Never happening?" "Fine I'll talk to her and did you get all that Kristen?"said Erica putting down the brush picking up the phone. "Oh yeah and I cannot wait to use that" laughed Kristen shaking her head. "But I will need some guidance because first I got the 'did not have a boyfriend' stuff and then ten seconds later ya' did?" "What the hell is wrong with me?" gulped Mark covering his mouth. "I just got..?" "Excited about boys? We all do and you don't need to have just one anyway?" laughed Erica swiping across the phone and looking into it. "Hi mom! How's Florida?" "Erica?" questioned her mother giving her a look. "Hey honey? What's going on up there?" "Oh, same stuff as when I talked to you a few hours ago mom," said Erica putting the phone down and pointing it at herself. "Just kind of getting ready to go out and stuff?" "Yeah I get that?" said her mother curiously as Erica pulled up the top of Mark's hair with a big clip. "And I wasn't trying to call you again, I was just checking up on your brother so why are you answering his phone?" "He's kind of busy primping mom," joked Erica misting the left side of Mark's hair. "Big date tonight so a little stressed." "Really?" said his mother surprised. "Someone he met last night and I thought he didn't have many people over?" "He didn't mom just nerds from school except one unexpected guest who he clicked with so don't make it a big deal" said Erica flipping up some sections and starting to straighten them. "He's nervous enough about it." "I'm not but I can I get excited about it, can't I?" squealed his mother above the sizzle of his hair being flat ironed. "This is wonderful news! My baby's got a date and why am I the last to know?" "Your baby is eighteen!" laughed Erica gliding it through. "And aren't parents always the last to know?" "The important stuff? I hate that and I guess my parents were too when I was your ages," laughed his mother as Erica sprayed a few more sections. "See if he'll come talk to me for a minute?" "I tried before I picked up the phone and he's not ready to talk to you about it yet mom," said Erica tugging almost laughing as he cringed. "If you want me to pressure him again I will but..?" "No, I get it. He's probably embarrassed but I'm happy for him," Admitted his mother as again Erica glided another section. "I'll wait until he tells me himself and what are you up to then?" "Just doing hair right now with the girls so I can't talk long mom," said Erica moving the camera to the back of Mark's head showing her mother her gliding the iron through it. "Ok and hi girls! Hi Kristen! But make sure your brother doesn't go out like a slob," Lectured her mother noticing her. "He's new at this." "Picked his outfit myself," said Erica putting the phone back down with the camera pointed at herself and then pointing at Kristen. "Oh and Kristen helped." "Good I feel better then but I know how he is?" said his mother relaxing as she sprayed the other side. "He didn't fight you about that, did he?" "Oh, he did and it was awkward at first but I think we're past that now?" smirked Erica gliding through her iron. "Everything's awkward with him at first but he always comes around in the end," said his mother as Erica pulled out the clip-on top letting down the rest of his hair. "And maybe since you've got him wearing something nice, work on him to see if he'll get a decent haircut?" "Yup on the agenda mom" smiled Erica fixing the middle part again with the back of her rat-tailed comb. "And you're going to die when you see him with his ear pierced now." "Really?" said his mother getting excited as Erica blended the sections. "He finally didn't chicken out?" "Didn't let him and you know as well as I do being excited about a hot date can get you to do lots of things you'd normally be nervous about," Erica lifted her flat iron again while gliding away a few strands she wasn't happy with. "When I'm done helping him if all goes well you probably won't even recognize that dweeby son you used to have anymore." "I pray you're right about that but I still preferred you didn't call him that please?" said his mother as Erica picked up her scissors stretching to make a few last fine cuts. "I'd rather you build up his confidence and self-esteem please." "Yes mother," laughed Erica rolling her eyes as she snipped. "I promise I'll compliment how sexy he'll look so he has confidence on his date. That make you happy and I really have to go." "The word sexy gets me sick thinking of him like that but I'm sure he wants to be. So ok and thank you," laughed his mother as Erica was moving his head around checking her work. "But one last thing and then I'll let you go. Is she pretty?" "So pretty mom?" said Erica shaking her hair spray. "Love you! Gotta go." "Oh my gawwddd," Huffed Mark letting out a breath gripping his sister's arm. "Why do I feel like you almost told mom what you were doing to me but you didn't?" "Because unlike you I'm not that big a liar that's got all this shit hidden away," said Erica coming around gently touching his face before blowing some clippings from his shoulders. "I just answer her questions and think of it like all I did was make it easier for you when you do?" "When I do what?" groaned Mark. "And don't say what I think you're thining?" "That you should start wearing panties dirty girl?" giggled his sister taking them from a bag. "Mom would not like you flashing the neighbors or even parading around the house naked all day." The sight of lace and hot pink would be immediately eye opening as never could he have imagined anything coming from a Victoria Secret's bag would be going on his body. Into the narrow V-shaped panties he stepped staring at how they were cut out at his hips and had a narrow strip on his ass. At least finally his little manicured private area would be covered as his sister soon snugged them atop his but cheeks and then she brought out the matching bra. A touch of shimmer through the fabric sent a lump down his throat as he stood in the ethereal floral lace cheekini panty and his sister picked at its surrounding lace trim. The matching Dream Angels underwire push up padded bra easily covered his little silicon nude under-bra and it's all over lace with scalloped trim gave him cute, yet full A-cups. "Very cute," grinned Kristen snapping some shots of him in his underwear. "Turn around. Let's get a few of that cute little tushie." Mark couldn't even look at her as he turned around happy to face the wall and then Erica stepped back in tightening his bra in the back before wiggling her index finger inside his waistline to pull the panties up a touch. "These are perfect," said Erica as she stuck her fingers inside the sides of his panties on his but cheeks stretching the fabric a touch. "I can feel the tape between his cheeks but only because I know it's there and you can't even see it through these." "You know when I see him like this, the underwear makes him look curvier," Thought Kristen before giggling. "No wonder he can't hold his liquor or easily got his ass kicked back in the day? Are you even 120 lbs Mia?" "I'm more than that?" groaned Mark as he felt insulted. "It wasn't a slight party girl," said Kristen rolling her eyes. "You're about my height and I'm one thirty-two with flat abs but my uniform was big on you?" "Yeah big for a different reason?" said Mark annoyed. "Yeah remind again how many times you've seen those two reasons naked and my next action will be far from complimentary you perv" scolded Kristen. "I'm one twenty-two" gulped Mark. "And five foot four. Not my fault my parents are short and my sister's no bigger." "Except for her ass," teased Kristen holding out her hand. "Sorry couldn't resist and you're still the hottest girl I know." "Of course I am you bitch," laughed Erica tapping her round booty. "But maybe not tonight? So, did you get enough shots of Mia in her underwear so can we dress her now?" "Yup got plenty and I'll dress her now," grinned Kristen looking at her phone then walking by him giving a little pinch on his ass. "But hopefully we won't need to send these sto Frankie tomorrow if he gets to see his Dua like this tonight first hand." Mark just looked away as she spun him by the shoulders and then bent down to lift his left leg. Up would come a dark stocking as he looked down wanting to die as it rolled up his leg and then his sister began to mess with his hair. "I'll literally afraid to ask but what's a Dua?" shook Mark as Kristen snapped the hidden elastic mid-thigh. "Relax just touching you up?" laughed his sister taking out her blush brush. "And you don't know?" "I'm not sure I want to know?" shook Mark as feeling the soft brush slide across his cheekbone. "Oh you want to know honey," laughed Erica brushing at the other side of his face as on went his other stocking. "It's your boyfriend's adorable nickname for you and stop fidgeting. It's very cute." "If I don't want a boyfriend then I definitely don't want a nick name," groaned Mark as under his eyes now she patted. "Forget I even asked?" "Like you're not curious?" giggled Erica unscrewing her wand. "Want to know your nickname for him?" "Of course he does but let him sweat it out? Step in?" laughed Kristen tapping his ankle to lift it. "Like the little bitch doesn't know what a Hua is?" "Oh, hua like who--a like whore?" Answered Mark stepping in with the other foot. "Well, I like how you're thinking slut but getting paid for tonight you are not" giggled Kristen as she pulled up his skirt while Erica whisked the mascara wand across his lashes and then Kristen twisted his hips. "Turn around." "Didn't think I was?" groaned Mark as she zipped up his skirt. "My pay is payback and obviously I know that." "You really think one date is complete payback for what you did?" scolded his sister annoyed as Kristen spun him back around and Erica squeezed his arm with some force. "You think that seriously makes us even?" "Ouccchhh! I hope so," whined Mark as Kristen slipped his foot in a shoe. "Head level and straight forward before I ripped your hair out," Erica was pissed off and was sliding some gel down the very front of his hair on the left as he felt a zipper on his left ankle. "And I hope you get your brains fucked out?" "You can't really hate me that much can you?" sighed Mark as on went the right shoe now as he was suddenly slightly elevated. "Oh shit! Not heels!" "Shut up and if I did I'd be sending you out there looking like a boy in a dress with your dick hanging out to take a beating," sighed his sister sliding some gel down the right side of hair now. "But instead, I fussing over your hair and outfit so your ass can take a different kind of pounding. See the difference?" "By making me a whore?" said Mark as she covered his face spraying his hair. "Gawwdd he's a whiny bitch so maybe you should have gone with the first one. Now put your arms out please," smiled Kristen pulling on his top and then looking at her phone. "But no matter now anyway? They're pulling up." "Oh my gawwddd," panicked Mark as Kristen spun him around fixing his top. "Please Erica. I'll get on my knees and beg." "In time you will Mia but right this second not an option since you'll get your outfit dirty and you don't want to look like a whore. You look too pretty so go!" said Erica lovingly touching his face while Kristen was pushing a series of bracelets over his wrist before his sister got stern. "I want her out of my sight Kristen and get your ass out there Mia. You're a girl and he really likes you so don't keep your new boyfriend waiting now." "Likes me so much he calls me a Hua," grumbled Mark turning away as a puff of perfume grazed against his neck. "No and if you read your messages he wants to do one of your favorite things which is make a tiktok video with the girl he thinks is hot," laughed Erica touching up his lips as Kristen was pushing some rings on his fingers. "His nickname for you is Dua not Hua. He thinks you look like Dua Lipa so now that I cut your hair like she did and we dressed you like her I think you should have a really nice time tonight with your sugar boo." "MY sugar boo! Holy shit!" gulped Mark spinning around and running to the mirror. "But every guy wants to..." "Do the same thing to her you said every guy wants to do to cheerleaders?" grinned Kristen sliding his pocketbook's strap over his shoulder before pulling him by the wrists. "Start acting as girly as you can Mia because trust me it's definitely a hell of a lot better than getting your ass kicked."