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Chrissy Tanner - Part 1 Chapter One - Funeral Barbara Alessa Tanner stood with her two children at her husband's funeral. Markwell Dennis Tanner's vehicle had been crashed into at a traffic light by another vehicle driven by a drunkard, and Mark was instantly killed, at the age of fifty-nine. Barbara was an only child, but they were surrounded by Mark's family: his two older brothers and his older sister, along with a few nieces and nephews. Barbara's father was also in attendance, the only one of the couple's parents still living. Barbara and Mark had a daughter, Mia, twenty, and a son, Chris, seventeen. Barbara had been an emotional rock for her children following their father's death, and she had held up well during the funeral. However, once the casket began to be lowered into the ground, she completely lost her composure. The tears flowed, her legs gave way, and the children she held on either side of her now struggled to hold up their grieving mother. Her two brothers-in-law quickly grabbed her arms to keep her from falling. The eldest Tanner, Richard, turned Barbara and held her to his shoulder, as her weeping turned to loud crying. A messy pool of tears, snot, slobber, and makeup drenched Richard's jacket, as he wrapped his arms around her. Richard glanced over to his wife and two daughters, and the facial expressions that he and his wife shared conveyed the understanding... "There, but for the grace of God, go either of us." Upon witnessing his mother's uncharacteristic breakdown, Chris could no longer keep his emotions in check; and Mia, following her uncles' example, held up her brother as he released all of the pain that he had been trying so hard all morning to keep to himself. While Mia was equally sad, she had always been protective of her little brother, and at this moment, he needed his big sister more than ever before. Despite the fact that Chris was quickly approaching manhood, he would always be the sweet baby brother in Mia's eyes. Chapter Two - Vacation About a year and a half after her husband's funeral, Barbara decided to take her two children on a family vacation. Mia was almost twenty-two, and this might be the last chance for the family to take one last trip together, like they did when Mark was alive. Mia had attended a local university and still lived at home for convenience, but she recently graduated. She still hadn't made a decision about graduate school, but it was clear that she desired her independence. If she decided to get a job right away, she might be moving out on her own. Chris, now eighteen, would be starting college, possibly in another state, and the house soon could become an emptier, lonelier place for Barbara, who still couldn't get used to being sixty. Although Mia and Chris had been very close for most of their lives, they had been somewhat at odds with each other during the past couple of months. Despite that, both children liked the idea of a vacation with their mother, considering what they all had been through. Barbara didn't know whether the frostiness between Mia and Chris simply was normal teenage angst on Chris' part, or if the absence of her husband's influence had an effect on both of her children, even though they were now adults. Either way, she hoped that flying across the country as a family would help everyone's general mood. In the past, travel had always been fun for Mia and Chris. A couple of weeks ago, the sibling rivalry had come to a head, when, during a post-graduation party, Chris pulled a practical joke on Mia that went a bit worse than planned, embarrassing her in front of a few of her friends. When word got back to her, Barbara had wanted to punish Chris, but he was an adult now, so she gave him a maturity lecture and let that suffice. Naturally, Mia was enraged at the time, but she eventually calmed down. Both Barbara and Chris were under the impression that Mia had taken the high road and shrugged it off. Their assessment of Mia's position was incorrect. On departure day, Barbara had to go into the office for a couple of hours early in the morning. Packing for the trip started the previous day, and her children were supposed to have everything ready by the time their mother arrived home, so that they could get to the airport in plenty of time. Chris always loved to travel to places he'd never been, and he was too excited to sleep. He had already packed his clothes and several other things he would need into his suitcases, so he stayed up playing video games for most of the night, knowing that it would be three weeks before they returned. Playing computer games and practicing on his guitars were his two hobbies, and when he started high school, his parents had let him grow his hair long, like the members of his favorite metal bands. He was still playing games in his room when his mother awoke at 4:30 to get going. Chris was using his headphones, so his mother assumed that he was asleep and didn't bother him. As Barbara was pouring herself a quick cup of coffee, Mia walked into the kitchen at 5:47, still half asleep. She microwaved some blueberry oatmeal and drank a glass of mango juice. On her way out, Barbara gave Mia some last minute instructions and kissed her on the forehead, as Mia responded, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, mom. Got it. Just be safe... especially in my car!" They both laughed. Breakfast consumed, Mia closed the dishwasher and headed back upstairs to shower, just as her brother was leaving the bathroom. "You're up pretty fuckin' early," she taunted. "Wrong," replied Chris. "I'm still awake from last night. I can't make myself go to sleep." A natural strategist, equally adept at chess and poker, Mia saw an opportunity for revenge. "Mom's gonna be upset if she comes home and you haven't slept at all. If you don't have all of your shit ready because you're dragging, she'll start obsessing about time, and we'll both hear about for the whole trip. You know damn well this trip is for her, way more than for us. We've already talked about this." Chris held out his arms and whined, "Yeah, I know, I know. I care about her, too. Anyway, most of my stuff is packed, but I can't make myself sleep. Every time I lie down, I just stare at the ceiling. It's not my fault. What am I supposed to do?" Mia set the trap, employing the first tactic to set her strategy in motion. "We've still got some of that liquid cold medicine from when mom was sick. Last time I couldn't sleep, I took two cups of that and it knocked me right out." Chris took the bait, and by the time Mia finished her shower, he was out cold. She got dressed, did her makeup, and headed for Chris' room. Mia's plan was to paint Chris' nails and do his makeup while he was asleep, as payback for that bratty prank he had played on her. The fact that he would wake up exhausted and be pressed for time made things even better. He'd really have to scramble to scrub the waterproof makeup off of his face and figure out how to remove nail polish without any remover (which Mia had hidden). He might even have to endure the embarrassment of asking his mother to borrow her polish remover, and Mia would be enjoy teasing him about it during the entire flight. "Mom might even get a good laugh at Chris' expense," Mia giggled to herself. She opened his bedroom door, and saw him lying on his back with his arms stretched out, like a cartoon character who had been knocked unconscious. As she shook the bottle of nail polish, she paused and sighed. "No. This isn't good enough. The brat will wake up pissed, and I'll get a good laugh, but he'll just wash off his makeup in the shower, and no one will know. And even if I hide my polish remover, mom will use hers and take off his nail polish for him, and yell at me for wasting our time. Chris humiliated me in front of my friends, and he needs to be humiliated in public, too." Mia thought of making up Chris' face and taking pictures to post online, but Chris was a loner, and didn't have any friends that she knew of. True revenge would be making him feel as embarrassed she felt. She went back to her room and opened a drawer that contained some of her art supplies. Drawing and painting long had been Mia's hobbies, and she was good enough to consider art as a career; but she had decided on an accounting degree out of practicality. She fumbled around for a bit, and finally found what she was looking for: a full set of permanent markers, with both wide and fine points. They were similar to Sharpies, but specifically designed for professional artists, and notoriously difficult to wash off. An evil grin stretched across her face, almost connecting her ears. She tip-toed back to Chris' room, and went to work. She started with his face, using a candy apple red marker to cover his lips, hoping that it wouldn't tickle him enough to make him move. The fumes were strong, but fortunately for Mia, Chris was in a deep NyQuil coma, having downed three cups. After finishing his lips, she switched to a thin-tipped, black pen to do his eyeliner. Her hands were rock-steady, and her talent was undeniable. "Gifted," she thought to herself, laser-focused, with her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. She had to take it slowly, but even so, it was only a couple of minutes before Chris had beautiful, thick, deep black, winged liner framing each eye. Mia capped the pen, then frowned as she studied his eyebrows. "Fuckin' jungle," she whispered to herself, as she headed to the bathroom for a razor and brow scissors. Plucking those hairs would wake him, so she carefully applied all of her skills, both as an artist and as a woman, to shave and trim his thick, bushy brows into perfectly feminine, thin arches. The hair of his eyebrows was so dense that he didn't need any makeup to fill-in the gaps, just the proper shaping. Mia couldn't help but admire just how pretty her brother was, especially after a little color was applied. His baby face and long hair made him look every bit as feminine as she and their mother, perhaps more so. He definitely had inherited his father's boyish good looks. She loved her little brother, and started feeling a bit guilty, but she gathered her resolve. Chris had crossed a line, and it was her duty to teach him a lesson: "Don't fuck with big sis!" Chris' face being done, Mia moved to the manicure and pedicure. She had a firetruck red marker that was darker than the one she used on his lips, so she used that to color his fingernails and toenails. She had to slip off his stinky socks, and Chris had twitched a bit once or twice during the process, but not enough to deter the artist from completing her masterpiece of revenge. After finishing the last nail, she inspected the dried ink of his lips, and applied a second thick coat, just to be sure. The eyeliner was perfect, so there was no need to tempt fate. She glanced at the clock, and decided that she still had time to give Chris' nails a second coat of ink, as well. After half an hour of deep concentration, Mia stood and stared at her achievement. From across a room, no one could tell that the ink wasn't makeup. There was no bleeding of the color, the lines were crisp and straight, and the red colors were vibrant. Despite the fact that they required no ink, Mia was especially proud of the eyebrows, which any 1930s film actress would've killed to have. She carefully swept his hair back over his forehead to hide them. Mia also wanted to add a fake tattoo in the shape of a heart, with the words "I" and "BOYS" on either side of it, but there simply wasn't enough time or exposed skin. She crept out of her brother's room and got to work loading her own and her brother's luggage, and most of her mother's luggage, into the SUV. Barbara had driven Mia's car to work, so that the Mia and Chris could have everything loaded and ready to go. Chaos would break loose soon enough, and now Mia was starting to second guess her decision to go with permanent markers instead of real makeup. "Maybe this was too mean, and there would be too much Hell to pay from mom," she wondered. "Mom is the X-factor. This could mess up all of mom's plans if I'm not able to steer things in the right direction." Mia cared about her brother, and she had always looked after him; it's just that her brother had been so bratty to her lately, and that stunt he pulled a couple of weeks ago had really ticked her off. Despite her reservations, Mia assured herself that Chris needed to be taken down a peg or two, and that his humiliation had to be in public. Tactics and strategy being covered, Mia started working out the logistics, muttering to herself as she walked back and forth to the SUV. "There won't be time to wash off the ink. Even with scrubbing, it'll take days for it to completely wear off, and mom will have to choose between canceling everything at the last minute, or making Chris pretend to be a girl for at least a couple of days, in front of the whole world!" Mia knew that her work was far from over. She didn't care about the verbal punishment she might have to endure; that would be worth it. She just had to make it through this without breaking her mother's heart by ruining the trip, and that would take more skill than shaving the eyebrows of a sleeping brat. Barbara was, by no means, a cruel woman; and she wouldn't want to see her child traumatized, even if he had it coming. Chapter Three - Awakening Barbara pulled into the driveway shortly before 10:00 a.m. Everything at work had been squared away for her three-week vacation, and one of the neighbors would collect her mail and keep an eye on the house for her while the family was away. Mia heard her mother enter, and she galloped downstairs to greet her, trying to keep a straight face. "Hey, you're right on Schedule," Mia beamed. "So far, so good. Is everything loaded up?" "All of my stuff is, and I loaded most of your stuff, except for your carry-on bag. That's still on your bed, and I figured you might have some makeup and shit left to pack... makeup and stuff." Mia playfully corrected herself, knowing that her mother didn't care for "language." Barbara wasn't uptight, but she and her husband never used foul language in front of the children while they were growing up. "Good. In that case, I'll just grab my remaining 'SHIT,' and we can head out." Barbara leaned in toward Mia while emphasizing the word "shit," making both of them laugh. Hearing her mother use a four-letter word was quite the novelty for Mia. Barbara was in a great mood, and everything was going according to plan, so she was feeling playful herself. "Is Chris ready?" "I don't know mom. He stayed up pretty late, so he might still be asleep, for all I know." Mia tactically omitted the fact that she already had loaded Chris' luggage into the SUV, creating a false sense of urgency for waking up Chris. "Oh, for Heaven's sake! Chris!" Barbara marched upstairs to gather the last of her "shit" and to wake her irresponsible son. "Chris?" Barbara knocked on the door. Hearing no response, she slowly cracked open the door, hoping not to barge in on him while he was undressed. There was Chris, spread out on the bed, just as Mia had left him. "Chris?! What the fuck?!" Mia lost it. She knelt by the end of the sofa downstairs, holding onto its arm to avoid falling to the floor in a fit of maniacal laughter. Upon hearing her daughter's spasms echoing in the distance, Barbara's internal calculator instantly solved the equation, and she started laughing herself. "Chrissy, wake up! Chrissy! Get up and get dressed sweetie!" Mia again lost her "shit" upon hearing her mother call her son by his feminized name. Chris awoke to his mother gently shaking his shoulder. "Well," Barbara exclaimed, in a very impressed voice. "You must really be looking forward to this trip. I see you went to the beauty salon and got the works!" "What? Mom?" Chris barely had a chance that realize that his mom was standing over him before he noticed that his fingernails were dark red. "What did you do?" Mia's laughing could still be heard in the background, being refueled each time someone spoke. "I didn't do anything sweetie, but apparently, your loving sister gave you a surprise makeover while you overslept. I suppose it serves you right, after the way you pranked her." As his mother's words sunk in, it took a bit of time for Chris to fully awaken. The three shots of NyQuil still weren't done with him. He had enjoyed the sleep of the dead, and he felt heavy as he sat up. However, anger and panic quickly helped him clear his head. "Fuck you, Mia!" Chris shouted, as he noticed his red toenails. Mia's spasms elevated to a full seizure. She was now on her back, her face muscles aching, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she desperately attempted to get some air into her lungs. Never in her life had she laughed so hard. "Under the circumstances, I'll forgive you for that little outburst, young lady," Barbara playfully warned her groggy and irate son. "But you might want to look in the mirror." As she left "Chrissy's" room, Barbara snickered, "I'll put some makeup remover and nail polish remover on the bathroom counter. I'm sure you'll figure it out. While you're in the shower, I'll have your beautician help me carry our last few bags outside. Hurry up, Chrissy! We don't have all day." With Mia's constant laughter in the background, Barbara couldn't help but join in on the playful teasing. Chris looked at himself in the mirror and mumbled a stream of obscenities. "I guess it's true: payback really is a bitch." Mia had done a number on him. As he studied the damage, he realized that she didn't make him look like a clown, or an obvious man in drag. Even without full makeup, he actually looked like a real girl. Had this been any other day, this situation might have triggered hours of contemplation; Chris long had imagined what he would look like dressed as a girl, but he never dared explore the possibility, for fear of being caught and ridiculed. Had this been any other day, he might have even enjoyed Mia's prank. Instead, his mind was occupied only by waking up to embarrassment and the need to get ready in a hurry. He wondered just how long Mia had hovered over him while he slept. Then, Chris panicked, as he pulled his messy hair completely out of the way and noticed just how thin and feminine his eyebrows were. He ran to the bathroom, hoping his brows would fluff out if he rubbed them, but they didn't. He grabbed the makeup remover and wiped them, but there was no makeup to remove. He then wiped his eyelids, but the pretty winged lines didn't come off. His panic intensifying, he drowned a tissue in makeup remover, and scrubbed his lips. "Still red!" He sat on the toilet seat, grabbed another tissue, and swiped his thumbnail with polish remover. Then he scrubbed hard. The polish wouldn't come off either. He jumped in the shower, scrubbing his face, fingers, and toes as hard as he could, using the hottest water he could tolerate. He tried both soap and shampoo. His nails still were red, and when he got out and wiped the fog from the mirror, his face looked just as it had in his bedroom. He finally realized what Mia had done, and he was terrified. He wrapped a towel around his waist, ran to the top of the stairs, and yelled, "MOM! MOM, PLEASE COME UP HERE! NOW!" Barbara and Mia were outside loading the last of the bags. Again, Mia planted a seed. "So, don't you think Chris makes a better looking daughter than a son? You have to admit, with that long hair and makeup, he makes a convincing female." Unfortunately for Mia, Barbara took the conversation in a different direction, glancing at her watch. "Normally, I'd be concerned that your little games are slowing us down, but I suppose you deserved your revenge. Besides, maybe that'll teach him a lesson not to play pranks that embarrass people. Better he learn that among family before he goes out into the world. As long as he hurries, we'll still be on time." Barbara closed the back of the SUV, and they headed into the house. "So much for that," Mia thought. She would have to wait and improvise something later, but she knew the next time she spoke with her mother, things wouldn't be so cordial. Hearing the door open, Chris called again, his voice desperate. "MOM, I NEED YOU UP HERE. IT'S IMPORTANT!" "O.K., O.K., I'm coming." Chris retreated to the bathroom as his mother climbed the stairs. She entered the bathroom doorway and saw that her son was still made-up like a pretty girl. "Mom, it's not coming off! The removers don't work, and soap doesn't work! Mia used permanent markers on me!" Barbara stormed down the hallway, to the top of the stairs. "Mia, get up here! Now!" Slinking up the stairs, Mia felt like she was twelve years old again, but she had to control the situation. It was crunch time. "Mia, did you seriously paint your brother's face and nails with permanent markers right before our trip? Besides, isn't that type of ink toxic to the skin? I can't believe you'd do something this irresponsible at your age! Did you intentionally try to sabotage our vacation?" Barbara wasn't the type to burst into tears, but she clearly was deflated. Mia felt awful upon seeing her mother's expression, but the only way out was to plow straight ahead. "Mom, you know what he did to me. 'Chrissy' had it coming!" Mia stared into Chris' eyes, and Chris knew that Mia was right, no matter how angry he was. According to all codes, written and unwritten, she had a right to get back at him, and they were now even. However, the status of their trip was a separate matter. "Mia, getting back at me is one thing, but now you've ruined mom's plans. You could've used makeup, but this shit won't come off!" Exasperated, Barbara had one hand on her hip and one on her forehead. "Chris, go put on some clothes. I'll check the web for any home remedies for removing marker stains. We really don't have time for this." Barbara shot a wicked glance toward Mia and checked her wristwatch as she headed to her bedroom to get her cell phone. Several websites recommended a variety of potential removers, including lemon juice, rubbing alcohol, bleach, baking soda, toothpaste, and olive oil. Downstairs, Chris sat on a kitchen chair as his mother gently applied the various substances to his nails and lips. She didn't dare test them on his eyes. Nothing worked well enough to make a difference. There was barely the slightest fading on one nail, and only after she scrubbed the nail hard enough to make Chris recoil. These household hacks from the websites were intended to remove small amounts of ink from household markers that were accidentally smudged on the skin. Mia had applied the ink to Chris' lips and nails in two very thick coats from professional markers, and it had hours to dry. It would take at least a day or two before a combination of daily scrubbing and Chris' body oils wore away the ink. "Way to go, Mia! Now I can't go on vacation, and you know how much I was looking forward to it. And it meant even more to mom." "I'm certainly not going if Chris can't go. The whole point was for us to go as a family. We'll have to cancel the whole trip. There's no way I'll get a refund on those plane tickets. And the first hotel will charge me for at least the first night or two," lamented Barbara. They both looked at Mia as though she had shot them. This was Mia's moment. "You two drama queens are making a big deal out of nothing." The meek approach wouldn't work. It would sound too much like they were in the right. She had to play hardball, and make their concerns seem petty. Mia tilted her head and smiled. "The ink will fade in a couple of days or so, and Chris will be back to normal. All he has to do is wear a dress and some sandals, and maybe carry a purse, and no one at the airport will have the slightest clue that he's male. I mean, look at him. We're talking about two lousy days of a three-week trip that he'll have to act like a girl, and most of that is just travel and checking into the hotel." After watching his mom's face, and hearing how heartbroken she sounded at the thought of canceling their vacation, there was no way that Chris was going to object to Mia's plan. As much as he wanted to blame his sister, he couldn't help but admire just how well she had played her hand. Besides, he knew that, ultimately, it was his fault. In the back of his mind, other thoughts and feelings were stirring which both disturbed and excited him, but he remained focused on the current situation, putting his mother first. "Mom, I hate to admit it, but she's right. If you two can fix me up so that I can fool everyone into thinking I'm a girl, I'll put up with it for a couple of days. I'll just have to low-key it for a while." "Chris, I'm not about to ask my son to cross dress in public for me just bec..." Barbara was cut off. "Mom, you aren't asking me. I'm telling you, I'll do this. I'm going on this trip. You two find some outfits that will fit me. Make today's outfit something simple that I can put on fast, and some shoes that I can actually walk in, and I'll deal with it. We won't lose any time. Avoiding a couple of days of embarrassment for me isn't worth trashing months of planning on your part, not to mention the expense. Besides, if you guys can make me look good enough, it won't be too bad. I'll just keep my head down and let you do all of the talking until we're in the hotel room." Barbara blankly looked at Mia. "It'll work, mom. We'll have the whole trip to discuss my sins, but for now, we need to get moving. Chris, if you'll trust me to touch your face again, I'll put some regular makeup on you so that everything looks right. It won't take five minutes. Eyeliner is what always takes the most time, and you're already covered there." Despite his anger and frustration, Chris actually chuckled, but in a condescending tone. "Yeah, no shit!" Mia hadn't expected Chris to be so logical and agreeable, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Mom, while you're putting all of this remover stuff away, I'll get Chris dressed." Mia and Chris hurried upstairs. Barbara shook her head, held out her arms, and let them drop to her sides. It was true, they still had plenty of time, because Barbara had padded her schedule, as she and her husband always had done on previous trips. As long as there were no additional surprises, they would be fine, as far as time was concerned. Mia would have to raid her own closet for a suitable dress that wasn't already packed for the trip. Both Mia, at 5' 10" (178cm), and Chris, at 5' 8" (173cm), were shorter than Barbara, who was an even 6' (183cm), only one inch shorter than her husband had been. "While I'm picking out a dress, you go jump back in the shower to shave your face and your entire body, and I mean everything, but be especially thorough on your arms, legs, and feet. Use one of my razors for your body. A man's razor will slice your legs to ribbons." "A dress? Can't I just wear some jeans with a womens' shirt?" "No. My pants won't fit you; and wearing pants, you'll just look like a man wearing makeup. I've got some loose-fitting dresses that will actually fit your frame and still be comfortable, and dresses are much more convincing." That was a partial lie. Mia was on mission to make her new little sister "Chrissy" look as girly as possible. Mia's shoes were slightly too small for Chris, so she went to her mother's closet and chose a pair of sandals. She picked out the strappiest, most feminine flat sandals her mother had (that weren't packed). They were pink, and had solid soles that made lots of noise when walking on hard surfaces. She wanted Chris to hear every single step that he took through the airport. Most of the house was carpeted, so Chris wouldn't notice the noise until it was too late. Mia stuffed some other shoes and several of her mom's panties, slips, stockings, and bras into a duffel bag. Never before had Chris shaved his body, but it wasn't rocket science. He was careful, but fast. After he showered and dried, Mia had him sit in nothing but a bath towel while she styled his hair. "We don't have any clip earrings, so I'll just keep your hair covering your ears, for now." She had him use their mom's deodorant, then she moisturized his face, and closely shaved him again using the facial moisturizer as a shaving lotion. She put two pairs of panties and a bra on the bathroom counter. "Put these on and meet me in my room." She quickly explained that he'd need double panties to tuck and cover his privates. "Push your balls up into your body and fold your dick over them. The panties will hold everything nice and tight. I'll buckle the bra, just put your arms through it for now. In Mia's room, she stuffed Chris' (Barbara's) bra with bunched-up stockings and tape, then fastened the back. Next, she pulled a short slip with spaghetti straps over Chris's head, followed by a hot pink, short-sleeved minidress, zipped up the back, and connected the hook at the back of the collar. There would be no way for Chris to quickly remove the dress by himself without tearing or cutting it off. She adjusted Chris' dress and had him sit on the bed while she strapped on his sandals and tied them off at the ankles with tight double knots. Just in case, Mia took four other similar dresses of hers and stuffed them into the duffel bag for Chris to wear later. She then started painting his toenails with a red polish similar in color to the ink. "Hey! What's that for?!" demanded Chris. "From a distance, the ink will pass as nail polish, but not up close. No real girl paints her nails with ink. You need to pass as a girl, and this will look convincing. Just don't let your fingers or toes touch anything for thirty minutes, at least." After finishing Chris' pedicure and manicure, she sprayed him with perfume, put a necklace on him, a thick bracelet on his right wrist, and a dainty ladies watch on his left wrist. "This girl's watch is so small, I can't even read the face to tell what time it is," Chris griped. "Nor can most girls. You'll have to squint your eyes. We usually just wear those for jewelry, but that one is actually wound and set, in case you don't want to dig your cell phone out of your purse to tell the time. Speaking of which, here's a purse that will match your outfit." Mia pointed to the pink purse on the bed. "It's one of my favorites, so take care of it." Mia had Chris sit at her vanity, and she quickly applied a little concealer in a few spots, then plastered his entire face with a thick, liquid base to cover any stubble, set it with powder, added some blush, mascara, and eyeshadow, and covered his inked lips with actual lipstick. The shade didn't perfectly match up, but the ink underneath made it look like Chris was wearing lip liner, so it worked out well enough. She did all of this at a record pace. It would've taken lesser women all afternoon to accomplish what she did in twenty minutes. "Now, this is very simple, but VERY important. ALWAYS take very small steps when you walk, and put one foot directly in front of the other on each step. Pretend like your thighs are connected together with a short chain. If you don't do that, you'll give yourself away and be embarrassed in front of everyone." "Got it." "Show me." Chris walked across the room exactly as instructed, being careful about his wet nail polish. "Great," Mia clapped. "Now, whenever you sit, either cross your legs at the thigh, or cross your ankles and force yourself to keep your knees together. Let's go to your room and get your wallet and anything else you'll want to put in your purse. Your nails are wet, so just tell me what you need me to grab. I've already put your lipstick and other cosmetics in here, plus a folding mirror, in case you need to touch up later." As Chris would later discover, Mia also had placed a couple of tampons in Chris' purse, just to rub it in. "Two last things," Mia continued, as they headed downstairs. "First, you'll have to go by a girl's name from now on. Mom and I need to get used to that right now, so that we don't slip up at the airport. We'll have to use feminine pronouns, too. Do you prefer that we call you Chrissy, Christine, or Christina?" "What's wrong with just Chris... never mind. I know what you're going to say. 'Chrissy' will be easier for me. Besides, mom already called me that earlier." "Great. 'Chrissy' it is. The second thing is that you'll have to use the ladies restrooms when we're out in public places. Don't drink any liquids unless you're comfortable with that." "Oh, shit! I hadn't thought about that!" "Trust me, between your looks and my skills, you can pass! Just keep your mouth shut, unless you think you can sound like a girl. The skirt of your dress is loose and easy to move around in, so when you're in the restroom stall, just pull up your skirt, slide down your panties, and do your business." "Man, girls sure have to go through a lot." "Yeah we do!" Mia confirmed. "But we don't have dicks and balls to tuck, so don't forget to do that before you pull your panties back up." As they reached the living room, Barbara was looking at her watch. "That was more than five min... my God! I have two daughters! Mia, Chris looks amazing! Chris, with those clothes, and your hair styled that way, you actually look like you've always been a girl. I can't believe it!" Mia corrected her mother. "That's 'Chrissy,' mom. And remember to use female pronouns from now on, or you'll out her. Don't utter the words 'Chris,' 'he,' or 'him' until she's back in boys' clothes." "Technically, I wear MEN'S clothes, but whatever," Chris argued, unsuccessfully. It was a tough point to make while wearing a pink dress and strappy sandals. "Welcome to the family Chrissy! Now, can we PLEASE get this trip started?" Barbara was so impressed at Mia's transformation of her son that she nearly forgot she had been upset before. Mia grabbed her own purse, and opened the door for her new sister. Barbara stepped out last and locked the door behind them. Mia opened the front passenger door for Chrissy, and motioned for her to climb in. At that moment, the skirt of Chrissy's dress fluttered in the slight summer breeze, producing a uniquely feminine feeling within her that felt so unnatural, but not the least bit unpleasant. "No way! I'm not riding up front in broad daylight! Everyone will see me." Once again, Mia outmaneuvered her sister. "There's not as much leg room in the back, and you can't afford to rub your wet toenails against the bottom of the front seat. You have to start thinking like a girl, Sissy. Besides, you'll be seen by all at the airport. The sooner you get used to being seen, the less of a shock it will be for you in such a crowded place." Barbara got in and started the engine. She turned to Chrissy, pulled her head over, and kissed the top of it. "Thank you Chrissy. You know how much this trip means to me. I promise I'll make it up to you for agreeing to dress like this to cover for your sister's irresponsible and immature behavior. Thank you so much, sweetie!" "It's O.K., mom." The two smiled at each other, as though they had always been mother and daughter. As they drove down the street, Mia couldn't resist getting in one more jab. "You certainly are being reasonable and mature about this, Chrissy. It's heartwarming to see my little sister blossom into womanhood." "SHUT UP, MIA!" ordered Barbara and Chrissy in unison, both staring straight ahead. Mia wondered whether her mother's comfort with her son's cross-dressing would last, once they discovered that Mia had removed all of Chrissy's male clothing from the suitcases.