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Did a Full 180 By Jena Corso Edited By Dee Sylvan Chapter Two "Oh my gawwddd," gulped Mark. "Look what you've done to me." "Sexy right?" grinned Erica. "I promised mom you would be. See how that works when you don't lie?" "I'm half naked and I'm dressed," grumbled Mark turning and looking at the back view. "I can't go out like this?" "Well, if makes you feel better we'll take off your panties again," joked Erica. "But I'm not sure that'll make you any less sexy but the rest of the outfit Miss date night Dua is not debatable." "Like there's ever even been a conversation let alone a debate," shook Mark touching his hair. "I have a bob. You were supposed to be only trimming earlier but now gave me a bob Erica" "That's a lob and still on your shoulders," said his sister patting his back. "Not the original Dua hairdo which was going to be longer until you flinched so I had no choice and she has so many looks but honestly this one looks amazing on you." "Amazing on Dua and on a girl," shook Mark. "Boys cannot have a bob! Mom has a bob!" "Not like this one she doesn't," giggled Erica pleased with her work before getting angry. "Now enough with the bullshit since I'm so over it and time for you to go. Take the ungrateful bitch out of my sight!" His almost black hair was now four or five shades lighter shining in a rich milk chocolate color except for the light caramel thick four inch strip at each side of his face. Down past each cheek bones streaked the caramel chunky highlighted strands from inside dark roots hanging in a pointy angle-like style and were slightly longer than the rest of his pin straight lob which sat a few inches past his shoulders. The stark difference in colors combined with the edgy cut would be hard to accept as his new style and worse he knew he now sported a sexy feminine style. Cantaloupe orange shimmery lips shined off his face fronting a flawless face that featured peach glossed cheekbones. Big thick lashes batted fronting a thinly surrounded waterlines and winged liner embellished his peach smoky cat eye. Killer orange to pink ombre long almond claws would aid in the fierce feline appearance yet the boy beneath the cosmetics was not a very confident cat. A short hot pink sleeveless crop top with glittered accents in a square cut at the neckline with thin shoulder straps would show nothing but little bumps beneath it yet expose his entire shinny midsection above his skirt. A thick built-in belt with double off-set left buckles would act as the low waistline atop his short skirt as he reached back feeling like it barely covered his ass. At least for a change he wasn't naked from the waist down yet as the tan tartan mini-skirt with the soft black, fawn, and hot pink checked pattern was certainly pop star super short. Flat pleats hung giving it a touch of shape yet he'd need to be conscious of flashing his hot pink panties in the sexy unforgiving micro-length. Black thigh high stockings would at least span up to mid-thigh and provide a touch of cover yet still leave at least six inches of uncovered flesh below his skirt. On his feet black open toed ankle boots with silver swirling chains would have him in the latest springs' high fashion black booties and even beneath dark stockings his toes would be bright enough to slightly shine through. A two and one half inch silver heel would just add to the challenge of his night as his left wrist filled with a dozen bracelets shivered afraid to take another step. Over his shoulder he looked now cognizant of his hair sliding off his shoulders in an edgy straight style but that the step would be forced upon him as Kristen yanked his arm out of patience. "Let's go you heard her and they're here," said Kristen not letting go of his wrist. "Kristen I don't think I can do this," cried Mark as she pulled him through the living room. "Please and I can't even walk in these." "You're fucking doing this and stop bitching because I was nice enough to start you in heels that aren't high," groaned Kristen rolling her eyes. "Heel to toe but if you feel wobbly don't waste time and cuddle in like you did all night. I'm sure he can't wait to get his arm around you so walking like that you'll be fine." "I will not be fine," said Mark being dragged. "I was drunk and I'm sure you bitches set all that up so I doubt anything happened." "Well, you won't be drunk tonight on our double date and I'll be here to capture it all," grinned Kristen. "But why?" whined Mark as they got to the door. "You girls have enough blackmail stuff on me." "On you sure," smiled Kristen giving a shove as he stumbled in his heels. "Now it's time to get the really juicy stuff with you in it. Start with his tongue so go answer the door and time to put out bitch." "I can't," froze Mark while he regained his balance pushing down at his skirt. "Move and nothing down there will be popping on you anyway," said Kristen pushing him out the way answering the door. "Hey guys." "Hey babe," said Anthony kissing his girlfriend Kristen. "Frankie, wow," smiled Kristen hugging Frankie. "I love that shirt. How cute will you two look together tonight?" "Thanks," smiled Frankie looking anxious. "Hey Mia," said Anthony hugging Mark and then stepping out of the way so Frankie could see him. "Looking good girl." "Uuumm hi Anthony," said Mark meekly knowing he knew the deal. "Sorry we needed some extra time," winked Kristen giving Mark a nudge. "So worth the wait?" said Frankie stepping up to Mark and looking into his eyes. "Wow Mia." "Hi," gulped Mark as Frankie stepped up taking his hand. "And uumm thanks... Yeah? Uummm... Great shirt." "Thanks," said Frankie leaning down kissing him right on the lips hello. "So much better than texting all day right?" "Oh, I don't know about that?" fumbled Mark seeing Kristen's huge smile before getting stern with her eyes. "I'm mean....Yeah?" "You cut your hair?" said Frankie staring into his eyes. "Well I myself didn't cut it," said Mark not exactly sure how to answer. "But yeah?" "Looks amazing. You look amazing," said Frankie before kissing him again and holding it a little longer this time. "I can't believe I'm out with you Mia?" "Me either," gulped Mark feeling sick to his stomach. "Well maybe get past it you two love birds and she can be a little shy at first so I won't say it but she did it for you?" winked Kristen tapping Frankie's arm. "Is that true Mia?" said Frankie feeling warm inside. "And you're all I've thought about all day Mia." "Go ahead and tell him Mia?" smiled Kristen egging on Frankie even more. "You're all we've talked about all day too." "I hate you Kristen," mumbled Mark turning beet red. "I know," laughed Kristen taking her boyfriend's hand. "So let's go and she does look even more like Dua now with her hair like that right?" "She looks perfect," said Frankie putting his arm around Mark as they followed them to Anthony's car. It was already over for Mark before they had even left the stoop of his house as he'd be cuddled into Frankie's arms just like Kristen warned as together they walked as a couple. Into Anthony's car they went off snuggled in tight as once Frankie had Mark trapped in the backseat next to him there would be no stopping him. Six foot two and two hundred pounds plus of linebacker would be no match for the feeble boy stuck in a skirt. Whatever Frankie was saying as he looked into Mark's eyes touching him didn't even register as they'd barely make it a block before Frankie was all over him. Mark knew right away he had to pick his battles losing the first one to Frankie's tongue as barely a minute later, it pushed into his mouth. With Frankie's right arm around Mark's neck cradling his head while they explored tonsils, his focus would be hold Frankie's other hand from moving where it shouldn't go, as it rubbed at his legs. In five minutes time, he realized Frankie was as aggressive a kisser as he was a linebacker and defensive star was on the offense before they even got to dinner. When he'd glance up he'd see Kristen pretend to fix her hair in her phone's reflection but knew instead exactly what she was doing. Every moment of the huge boy treating him like his little honey would be captured and there'd be nothing he could do about it. It felt like a million dollars just to finally get out of the car when they finally got to dinner as he could barely look at Kristen not wiping the smirk from her face. A shitty burger at the shake shack, two nice walks in the twilight between places and handsy activities would be the only times their lips would not be cojoined. It would be a full night of exhausting acting with his sugar boo girlfriend that felt like it would never end as Frankie never left his side. Throughout the entire night their conversations never lasted past ten minutes at a clip as their date would be about passion and lust until finally well into the night Mark stumbled into the house. "Well look what the cat dragged in?" Erica teased as Mark finally came into the house. "Oh, you didn't have to wait up," said Mark jelly-legged wandering over and plopping in a big chair. "I didn't have to but I didn't have a date tonight and I wouldn't miss you stumbling in like that for the world," smirked Erica clicking off the tv. "So, did you have a nice time cousin?" "I'm not your cousin and do I even have to answer that?" Mark slumped down, tossing his pocketbook down on the floor next to him. "I'm sure she'll tell you everything and she'll be in in a minute." "Not in a minute with her boyfriend and I told her she could use your room tonight but she loves blowing him in the car in case she's not in the mood to fuck that way he can just drive off when she's done but you never know with her," said Erica sitting Indian style on the couch in her silk pajamas. "She's not the cuddling type like you were all night supposedly. So how did it go?" "How did it go?" said Mark getting emotional. "It went how you expected it to go. It went how you set it up for his little Dua to go." "Still salty about the hair cut?" joked Erica. "It's not that short and you know it looks hot on you." "Yeah I'm fucking salty about it but that wasn't the point," said Mark exhausted yet angry. "I made out with a guy all night that thinks I'm a hot chick but I'm not. I'm your brother." "Was that my brother I saw making out in the car barely coming up for air? smiled Erica pretending to think. "How about barely taking a break to chow down half a burger before getting the shake licked off his lips? Was it? Hhhmmm?" "Stop Erica," groaned Mark reaching down trying to get off his left shoe. "Maybe allowing his boyfriend to flip popcorn is his mouth during the movie?" teased Erica enjoying him struggling to get it off. "Do you even know what movie you saw tonight? Or how about sitting on her boyfriend's lap after he helped her roll the ball down the alley when there were plenty of seats? Want to tell me about that?" "Why should I since you already know everything and some bullshit romance movie I'm sure no one watched but even if I wanted to I had no shot while I fought him off," yelled Mark undoing the right shoe now. "And as for bowling you made my nails so long I couldn't even grab the ball. I had no choice but to roll it like a preschooler and have him help me!" "I just asked why you sat on his lap when there were free seats," laughed Erica. "But the nail part I get! If you use your fingertips you'll get the shoes off but I'm so glad you didn't break one and even gladder of course that you made out with your boyfriend all night" "Because he pulled me on is lap every time so what choice did I have and you set up all that with your text flirting but you know this already!" groaned Mark finally getting them off. "He's big, strong and I was his little Dua fill in girlfriend tonight. That's what you wanted isn't it?" "Partially and don't be a slob," smiled Erica walking over taking the shoes he kicked off and placing them down neatly near the coach. "I expected so much more that I'm pretty sure didn't happen but I'll verify that with Kristen when she's done handling her own needs since I've only heard the highlights so when's the next date?" "Next date?" said Mark tossing up his hands. "I'm your brother not his girlfriend!" "You know I've seen every one of my brother's tiktoks multiple times and are you sure that wasn't his girlfriend in the tiktok you did with your boyfriend tonight?" Smiling, his sister collected the pocketbook off the floor. "She sent you that already?" moaned Mark with his hands in his face shaking his head. "Didn't even know you knew those moves from the New Rules video. That was smoking Mia," laughed Erica pretending to dance with her arms in the air. "I seriously almost need my vibrator after that." "That's so disgusting and I didn't," groaned Mark pointing at her. "Kristen made me do it like eight times in front of half his friends in the party room at the bowling alley. It was either I get it down or I'd still be doing it now." "Big step?" laughed his sister flexing her brows. "He's already introduced you to some of his buddies?" "Don't even tease me about that," said Mark not happy with the comment. "It was pretty much the longest stretch we had without his tongue in my mouth." "Well, those two hickeys didn't happen in just a moment," Erica giggled as she walked past him moving his hair. "Are they bad?" grumbled Mark grabbing his neck. "Well let's say it doesn't matter. You'll be in makeup next time mom sees you," laughed Erica. "Shit?" groaned Mark. "What do I do about that?" "Same thing I told you to get out of the way earlier?" grinned Erica. "And she's going to like him. She likes big strong guys." "Enough with the teasing and not happening Erica," moaned Mark walking to the stairs. "I'm going to bed." "Fine I know you're tired and we are so going to talk in the morning but one last question?" said Erica grabbing his arm before he could walk off. "Whaaaaaat?" grumbled Mark with some attitude. "I mean don't get me wrong it's a good thing but I've been meaning to ask you this all the time and just haven't?" Erica carefully touched his face. "Why do you still not have even an ounce of stubble?" "You're an asshole and I only have to shave like once a week! I did that before my party Friday," moaned Mark pulling his face from her. "Happy now?" "Well yeah that did make it easy to do your face while you were passed out," laughed Erica touching his chin. "Makeup wipes on the vanity and stay out of the shower until Kristen is ready to help you." "I'm too exhausted to shower but why is the water off again?" moaned Mark turning his hips. "And could you at least unbuckle this skirt." "Fine you big baby and it's not but you'll need to sponge wash your body only unless you want to wake up to orange hair if you're stupid enough to wash it after your dye job," lectured his sister undoing it for him. "The tape and boobs you'll need Kristen's help with unless you plan on ripping your skin off." He wiggled out of the skirt leaving it at the base of the stairs sick to his stomach and up the stairs he went. He wanted to cry as he went into the bathroom stripping off his top exhausted as he used the makeup wipes standing in his panties and bra. She came up watching from the doorway and at least finally took some pity on him as she stepped in closing the door taking over wiping his face. A facial scrub and cleanser of some sort would follow as he sat on the bowl in his bra and panties too tired to even fight her as finally he'd be makeup free. "See still enough to make a little pony tail," said his sister brushing his hair into her hands then winding it. "I'll get you a one of my sleep shirts because obviously you can't walk around naked with a boy here." "No way I'll sleep in my own stuff," grumbled Mark. "What boy?" "You' could but Kristen's already in your room with her boyfriend so you can't go in there you perv and trust me I'm not into you wearing my pjs," said Erica annoyed opening the hamper. "But here. This will be good enough for your whining ass." Over his head went a t-shirt as he slipped his arms inside it and then she pulled it down. "This is just a t-shirt," grumbled Mark looking down. "There's not a thing covering my ass whining or not?" "And it's summer," said Erica rolling her eyes. "All I sleep in is a t-shirt and panties. Now you can go sleep in mom's bed and get out of my sight since I was trying to be nice after you had a long night but I'm so done with you tonight. Now go." Out the bathroom he went hearing some music yet it would not be loud enough to drown out Kristen moaning as she was screwing her brains out in his bed. In a tight t-shirt that barely covered his naval he hurried down stairs and happily hopped into his parent's bed. He was so exhausted it was almost like he was drunk again as in no time he'd be passed out in their bed. He woke up to a gentle humming of the traffic passing by and the soft breeze across his nose that felt so soothing. He tried to roll over having no desire to really be awake but then a gentle prod near his left temple would make him poke open his eyes. "Sorry Mia, didn't mean to wake you yet but mom's dying to talk to her baby and most of the rest is easier when you're awake anyway," said Erica before yelling out. "The bitch is up Kristen." "Go away Erica," grumbled Mark pulling the pillow over his head. "Maybe you meant trying to get up? But nope," said Kristen reaching under the covers and feeling him through his panties. "That shit is strong and how much of a morning hard on could that little pecker muster anyway?" "Go away both of you," moaned Mark rolling over. "Yeah not going to happen Frankie's girl," said his sister pushing up the pillow near his neck. "That's not bad though is it?" "Damn good since those were nasty. That boy's going some chompers," said Kristen standing there in his vision. "But I'm still not on board with this. I really don't want to spend another day with her and I don't even know if I can do it without killing her now." "Well you better get on board because I'm not doing everything on my own," said Erica annoyed. "If you would have pushed a little harder last night maybe it would have been done but instead you were too busy yourself." "I know," hugged Kristen embracing Erica. "I was horny and except for the love bites who know the big lug would be that much of gentlemen." "Oh gawwdd!" Mark freaked while pulling the pillow off his face. "What are you too talking about and what the hell is that?" "That's an airbrush," said Erica holding the sprayer. "You think you just always wake up this smooth." "Why is that in my room Erica?" groaned Mark looking up at her. "And what are you taking about! This shit is over!" "This is mom's room remember and hers but so much easier than doing your foundation like this without waking you," Erica informed him before switching it off. "I mean even without being totally hammered you're a pretty heavy sleeper but this shit is not over. Not even close to over!" "No way I'm wearing makeup again!" panicked Mark sitting up. "Being a girl again?" "There is no again? You're still a girl and what's wrong with being a girl?" smiled Kristen looking down at him. "We're girls and it's fantastic?" "It is not fantastic when you're a boy," said Mark getting red in the face. "Now I did what you asked me to do and we're even?" "You could have but you didn't," said Erica tapping her chin thinking. "I blame Kristen partially for not making sure it happened but like you she's a selfish bitch." "Selfish? I had no choice in anything," said Mark getting really upset. "I made out with him all night and practically had to fight him off not to get raped." "And pushing him back was the choice," said Erica folding her arms. "Today you won't have to fight him off and it'll be consensual?" "Stop it Erica," groaned Mark. "That is so not happening again." "Oh it's already happening," said Erica looking at her phone. "And here's mom. You know she's not going to stop calling until you tell her all about your date." "Do not answer that Erica," gulped Mark. "Is she facetiming?" "Relax I covered your hickies and she's not going to care that your makeup isn't done yet," said Erica smirking. "I'm sure she'll think you look adorable in your unicorn t-shirt and panties?" "She'd freak," panicked Mark. "And you'd never do that to me?" "Well only if you don't tell her how much you love being this pretty little girly girl now first and you really think after all the bullshit with you that I wouldn't?" Erica teased him before getting serious. "So why don't we just get this over with and then it'll be so much easier for you to tell her all about your steamy date last night." "Not happening," said Mark turning pale. "Please Erica?" "Well since you're begging sure I'll tell her for you but just so we can move on," laughed Erica pretending to swipe. "No freaking way!" freaked Mark. "Please no?" "Then I guess you're taking your relationship next level today?" Grinning, Erica pushing her tongue inside one cheek moving her hand back and forth like she was sucking before swiping her finger across her phone. "Hi mom?" "Crap!" gulped Mark pulling the pillow over his head and the blanket way up. "Hey sweetie so is he awake?" said their mother. "Physically kind of. Mentally I don't think so," said Erica with the phone next to her ear. "But I'm waking him. Say hi to your mother!" "Mom, I'm sleeping," grumbled Mark wanting to kill his sister but realizing it wasn't facetime now feeling slightly better. "Ok you grouch but I just wanted to see how your date was?" laughed his mother. "Please just leave me alone mom," groaned Mark as Erica smiled at him sliding a little blush on his cheek. "I need to sleep." "Oh come on. Tell me something and let me see how cute you are with earrings honey." His mother kept pushing. "You know I always thought they would look great on you." "Whatever mom," groaned Mark pushing away the phone. "I'm sleeping." "Behave or I'm changing it to video," said Erica giving him a mean look as she took back the phone and handed Kristen a pencil. "I'm back." "I'm embarrassing him aren't I?" giggled his mother as Kristen grabbed his face adding some eyeliner. "Well you're his mother?" Laughed Erica giving her brother a look as he was dying. "Of course you are and I'll send you a shot?" Over the second hole went her nail as she zoomed in and took a shot texting it to her mother on the spot. "Wow I love those." His mother reacted at seeing the pic as Kristen was lining the other eye now. "They look big." "Nothing but the best for your baby," joked Erica as Kristen was adding a little pink shadow. "Hold on for a second mom." "Oh no." gulped Mark watching her hit mute. "What are you doing? Do not change that to facetime?" "But she loves you with those earrings?" laughed Erica. "Now sit up you look so cute in your little unicorn t-shirt and just tell mom you're her baby girl already? You're ready?" "Stop it Erica." yelled Mark as Kristen was working on the other eye. "You're out of control now!" "And you're crying like a little bitch! Sit up," said Erica looking angry and then teasing. "Want me to fix your hair pretty and then you can tell her?" "Just talk to her and leave me alone," grumbled Mark sitting up upset. "Sorry mom I'm back," said Erica walking over opening one of her mother's draws. "So you were saying you like them on him?" "I said love them!" said their mother noticing as Mark gulped hearing that. "Those are mine aren't they?" "What you don't like your son borrowing you stuff?" joked Erica seeing his angst as she pulled out his pony and slid it up higher. "I didn't say that?" giggled his mother as Erica was winding atop his head. "So then they are mine?" "I figured you wouldn't mind," grinned Erica as Kristen began coating his lashes. "Those have better posts so he won't lose them and there's less risk of infection." "Ok but give me the juicy stuff?" Their mother was waiting to hear some juicy gossip. "Is there another date?" "Mom wants to know if there is another date?" smiled Erica hitting the speaker as back and forth they went on his eyes. "Tell her." "I hate you," mouthed Mark. "Tell her or you're about to show her how cute you look with me curling this ribbon," said Erica handing him the phone and taking the back of the scissor gliding it down some ribbon strands. Yes mom!" Mark wanted to die hearing the odd noise as his sister was spinning ribbon atop his head. "Now please leave me alone." "And there's you answer," laughed Erica putting the phone back to her ear as some pink gloss was being rubbed to his lips by Kristen. "Don't know all the details yet mom but it's certainly in the works for today." "Today! That's fantastic!" squealed their mother getting excited as Erica kept curling his ribbons like they were atop a birthday present. "So when do I get to see this girl?" "If it was up to me you'd have seen her already but I'm thinking soon," nudged Erica before putting her hand over the speaker. "On your knees on the bed princess. Let's get a few pics of unicorn girl looking so precious." "This is such bullshit!" grumbled Mark getting to his knees. "I can't wait", said their mother as Kristen was snapping shots of him. "And I'm sure she's probably adorable." "So adorable you almost can't believe it mom! Hold one second," smiled Erica trying not to laugh covering the phone. "Tell me you love having bows in your hair! And you better do it right now?" "I love having bows in my hair," grumbled Mark. "Do better than that! Tell and squeal in your baby girl voice and it better be good or I'm facetiming right now!" scolded Erica reaching up tightening his fountain style top pony. "Do it little girl." "I love wearing bows in my hair! I love having ribbon in my hair being a girly girl," whined Mark in his mousiest voice. "I love doing everything girly and being a girly girl! Are you happy now?" "Aaaahh? Entertained?" laughed Erica before unmuting the phone. "Mom he's really whiny now so let me help him get his shit together and I'll call you later. Love you and ciao for now!" "You're going to give me a heart attack," sighed Mark as his mother hung up. "And you're going to give your boyfriend one too if I send him this shot of you as a little Trollip," Erica teased while pointing at him. "Left hand inside your panty like you're digging slut and open that mouth." "Again with this blackmail stuff and on mom's bed!" objected Mark. "That's disgusting." "You're disgusting and get that hand in there you skank!" His sister scolded him while laughing as they were snapping shots. "Damnnnn!" groaned Mark almost looking like he was fingering himself again. "Please! Enough now! I'm going to explode!" "Really? Can you like that?" snapped Kristen. "She's getting so good at the slutty shots." "Not like that and you're calling me a pig," grumbled Mark. "Now please Kristen help me get this tape off. I have to pee so bad." "Oh that?" laughed Kristen snapping shits. "You've been holding it all this time?" "How could I not?" Said Mark squeezing his legs together. "How could you not even suck his dick?" said Erica shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe I would have taken pity on you if you did but you didn't?" "You're being so disgusting and please just help me pee before I wet myself," cried Mark dying in the bed now. "How do I get this off so I can pee?" "How do you do what? You're not doing what I asked when I would have settled for wham, bam and thank you ma'am! But noooo! Instead, you decided to kiss him for half the night and replace the chem class shank that fucked my boyfriend," lectured Erica pointing at him. "Not the original plan but I guess he wasn't as much of a dog as I heard he was so he must really like you." "What the hell does that mean really likes me?" gulped Mark. "Are you crazy?" "Means today you'll need to let him know you want it as much as he does," ordered Erica folding her arms. "I don't want anything?" cried Mark getting angry. "Except this tape off so I can pee." "Yeah but I do," said Erica tapping her chin. "But before I even tell you what time he'll be coming over to pick you up or let you out of that bed, I want you to tell me why you have three hundred gigabytes of password protected hidden files on your laptop?" "Uuummm I really have to pee and right now," said Mark swallowing hard. "Mom has strong jaw clips in this draw and don't you move an inch," teased Erica opening her dresser. "Let's clamp that thing shut until you answer my question." "Use these. There's a few really small butterfly clips in there," joked Kristen taking out a little canister. "One of those should do it?" "Those were mine as a little girl and I really like to clamp these down on your balls while you answer my questions and Kristen records the answers," smiled Erica opening the canister and getting in his face grabbing him by his pony. "But you don't have balls anymore do you?" "Stop I'm going to wet myself," said Mark intimidated. "From a little hair pulling?" Erica scolded him as she pulled out the ribbons and tossed them on the bed. "Don't make me ask again!" "Please stop!" groaned Mark. "I have no idea." "I'll stop when you answer my question," said Erica picking up a long rat-tailed comb from the dresser and parting his hair on the left with the point. "What are in all those hidden files?" "I have no idea? I have lots of files?" gulped Mark as she created another right next to it and grabbed the section. "Ok if that's how it's going to be," sighed Erica starting to twist the section. "I so hated having my hair pulled as a kid but maybe you're tougher than me." "Obviously not! That freaking hurts," groaned Mark as she was twisting at a thin section near his left temple. "No way did mom twist your hair that tight." "You sure? I was difficult just like you are now. White clip please Kristen," said Erica snapping down the clip pinning the twist. "Hope it's not too tight?" "Of course it is," cringed Mark as she dug in her comb again and began twisting the second section. "You can't leave it like that. Now stop I really have to pee bad." "Touch it and I will facetime her then you'll be explaining to mom why you peed her bed while in panties," scolded Erica slapping down his hand and twisting. "Give me the pink one now and you got anything to tell me yet." "Besides that I'm going to wet myself?" groaned Mark as in went the pink clip. "No. But that's too tight!" "Ok because I'm not the one in a rush so I guess we'll just make some fun videos then until you tell me what I want to know," said Erica as she dug in her comb and twisted the third section. "Or did you just want to admit you're a dirty bed wetter? Teal clip please?" "Please I'm really going to wet mom's bed," cringed Mark stuttering a few times as down snapped the teal clip. "Oh my gawwddd Erica is that even tighter?" "And your ass wouldn't have been if you did what you should have so say it. Admit you're a dirty little girl," said Erica making a part at his right temple creating the fourth section spinning. "Yellow clip please Kristen." "You're hurting me and you have enough blackmail on me already," grumbled Mark closing his eyes. "You hurt me a lot more than hair pulling so admit you're a bed wetter and you wet your mommy's bed," said his sister egging him on before snapping down the yellow clip. "Say it just like you did in the shower or did you need to have me run the water so you can hear it gushing then we'll see how much will power you really have." "Please don't! I don't want to pee mom's bed," shivered Mark looking at her wanting to die and reach down between his legs feeling himself ready to explode." Ohhh gawwdd! Ok... I'm a dirty bed wetter and I don't want to pee my mommies bed. I'm very dirty girl. Please help me before I pee my panties." "And what's on the hard drive dirty girl?" ordered his sister. "Porn. Just porn," whined Mark. "Now please! Are we done because I have to pee?" "Come on. The bowls right there?" Kristen pointed towards the master bathroom. "Ok hurry up." Mark was fidgeting after he scampered in there ripping down his panties. "See you do know how to rip those panties off in an instant when you need to," laughed his sister watching him kick them off. "Today should be a snap for you then?" "Not funny," cringed Mark doing the pee wee dance. "Please Kristen." "Please what?" smiled Kristen. "Have a seat girlfriend?" "Like sit?" Said Mark looking confused. Ahhh yeah?" laughed Kristen. "That's how we ladies do it and that tape is going nowhere as you know by now. So go ahead the tip is open as I'm sure you know from fingering yourself so eloquently on video and it'll squirt right out no problem." "You're kidding?" said Mark annoyed. "Nope," laughed Kristen snapping some pictures of him panty-less. "Bush on the bowl and piss your brains out." "At least have the decency to let me pee in private," whined Mark as she lifted the top of the toilet seat. "Like you've had any decency with me," said Kristen pushing him on the bowl and holding up the camera. "Tinkle bitch and I better hear it." "Like I could hold it anymore," said Mark as he exploded. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh." He had no desire to follow her command but his bladder on the other hand couldn't wait as the tinkling of the water soon followed. He looked up at Kristen while it rushed from his body and then closed his eyes enjoying a moment of relief from her wrath. That though would end way too fast and then their man-handling of him would continue. "Up bitch," said Kristen looking nasty. "Wipe and move your ass." "Sorry I had to pee," groaned Mark, mortified he had to wipe between his legs as she never put down the phone. "Thanks for allowing me not even a second of dignity." "Thanks for looking adorable in a cute little t-shirt wiping your bush for camera like I did," scolded Kristen. "You think I didn't know you had video of me like that?" "Honestly I didn't and took that by accident when you got out of the shower for a minute to pee", gulped Mark. "I didn't share that with anyone?" "Honestly I didn't either until you just told me but now I do you disgusting perv," said Kristen ready to kill him kicking away his panties. "So what else do I not know?" "UUuumm nothing?" panicked Mark leaning against the wall. "You girls have my phone so I'm sure you've seen everything on there. I'm sure I deleted that." "Like I believe anything you say and we're talking about the hard drive," said Kristen with fire in her eyes. "And it's you that should be thanking us for allowing you the dignity of not being a shank with her dick hanging down instead of allowing you to just be a hot slut rubbing her pussy dying to get fucked! Maybe we should just let your boyfriend find that poking him from under your skirt today and rip it off the fuck off himself!" "Please no," shook Mark squeezing his legs together. "Calm down Kristen," said Erica walking over reaching up untwisting a clip and then another tossing them on the sink. "Seventeen minutes so we don't have the time and with or without the passwords it's all happening anyway." "What's happening? I just woke up?" Gulped Mark as she pulled out the other two clips tossing them away. "What else could there possibly be?" "You're only concern should be satisfying your boyfriend and don't worry regardless of what a bitch Kristen is, you know I wouldn't out you yet as a girl with a penis," said Erica running her fingers through his hair pulling out the twists. "We have no idea if your boyfriend is into that yet and hand me my brush Kristen." "Every guy would be into what it looks like you're doing to him now if it's what we talked about for a few cute shots?" laughed Kristen as Erica was brushing one side of his hair into her hand. "They're all such pigs." "Oh gawwddd now what? I do not have a boyfriend!" groaned Mark almost emotional now hearing a snap before she began brushing his hair into her hands on eth other side now. "I'm doing this again because you're forcing me to and then it's over." "Your life as my perv brother is over if you fidget again and trust me I will not be bothered if I burn you." Erica took her curling iron from the counter and stretched the wire across his chest as she wound it in. "I'd still like few of you in some different outfits for your profile." "Profile?" gulped Mark as she released it and then moved to the other side. "You seriously don't mean like a girl's profile." "Social media profiles Kristen's already created for you but right now they're private," said his sister twisting in the iron tightly curling his hair. "Unless you did want us to update the ones you have already with the new you?" "All I need is your passwords and this might be cute on him?" grinned Kristen liking one of the tops showing Erica as she unwound his hair. "And I will be getting those out of you eventually you know?" "Please no." Gulped Mark seeing the pink t-shirt frilly. "You'll ruin my entire life." "I'd like to think improve it? Top draw and hand me a two bows please Kristen?" said Erica pulling off unicorn t-shirt. "But just know the more you lie and the less you cooperate and the more I do. Wouldn't it be easier to just give her the passwords now and just accept being a girl?" "You are not changing my social media!" cried Mark as she pulled the next top over his head. "And you were just doing so well?" giggled Erica taking the bows from Kristen yanking his hair on the left. "Head still and I don't want a peep out of you." "But Erica," pleaded Mark as she moved his face before winding in the other side. "Unfortunately knows you too well!" said Erica spritzing his head. "Step into the tutu for Kristen." "Tutu?" gulped Mark as she lifted his ankle in a pink tutu. "Which ridiculously fits you. I last wore this as a pink fairy in the sixth-grade play," laughed Erica. "Don't say it Kristen." "Like I would have made a fat ass JLo joke about you," giggled Kristen. All I would have said is we're lucky it's stretchy." "You're so full of shit," laughed Erica before turning to her brother. "Get your ass into the kitchen bitch." "Ok gawwd now what?" gulped Mark before feeling a pinch on his ass. "Stop that hurts." "Then move bitch", yelled Kristen lifting the end of the tutu and snapping a towel off his ass. "We don't have all day." Quickly she scampered through his parents' bedroom and then down the hall into the kitchen in. "This is so messed up." Mark took a big gulp as he saws his muffled image in the silver refrigerator. Beside the super short pink see-thru tutu, he'd be in nothing but a crop pink t-shirt with a "Barbie," Logo across his chest. Coiled pigtails with matching pink bows would be swinging from his daintily made up face and there would be no chance his dark bush wouldn't show right through the material. They'd be taking shots of him with both phones laughing as his sister spun her finger at him making him turn around while they made fun of him. Ballerina poses would add to his humiliation as they had him elevate his toes. They could barely breathe while laughing as he'd flinch whining with the snap of every dish towel across his bottom. "Now that your bladder is empty sip your milk little girl," said Kristen pointing to a glass on the table. "Really?" grumbled Mark rolling his eyes. "Do it Barbie girl," said Kristen looking nasty. "And do it right now bitch." He was almost afraid of what they might have put in his drink sipping it stopping but then seeing the nasty looks he just finished it before putting it down. "Good girl and don't you dare even think of wiping that", smirked Erica. "I am expecting your best behavior now then?" "No, you're expecting me to have sex with Frankie," said Mark feeling the milk moustache on his lips. "Lick your lips Barbie and it's a little early for sex on a Sunday," said Erica with a big smirk on her face. "If you weren't formerly such a dweeb you'd know guys prefer a nice blow job in the morning so a much better start to the day and perfect for a little slut like you." "Why are you trying to make me gay?" said Mark ready to scream. "Why do you look so slutty yet cute at the same time with pigtails swinging and your chin dripping?" teased Kristen. "Gawwdd would I love to send this to your boyfriend." "Stop it and please let me wipe my mouth!" groaned Mark. "Be happy it's dripping down your chin and not from your ass yet because it's you that's making me gay and I'm not," scolded his sister. "You destroyed my sex life as now my boyfriend wants me to bring other girls in with us now so if I want to keep him I have to sometimes. You think that's fair?" "Like what you're pushing me to do is fair?" gulped Mark. "You're making me a girl and gay." "What does a girl sucking dick have to do with being gay?" laughed Erica pulling out a dildo. "Lesson time Mia." "No way!" gulped Mark as his eyes grew wide. "It's not even that big and I'm sure he's bigger," smiled Erica approaching with it in her hand. "Erica, please," said Mark turning his face. "You are not putting that in my mouth." "Drop your tutu and I'm putting in everywhere if you don't cooperate," ordered Erica. "Drop it right now and pose." They'd snap a few shots of him swinging his pigtails kicking away his tutu and scampering around the kitchen like a little tease before making him do some nasty things again with his with his fingers between his legs. It would be a short respite to calm down from the initial shock of what they wanted next and then his sister would get close with the dildo in hand. "No more wasting time," said Erica getting stern. "Open and take it." "Why would you want to put that in my mouth?" objected Mark. "Well, you can play with it first if you want slut but once you've got the real thing in your hands later don't play too long or you will get a face full," teased Erica slapping it back and forth off his cheeks. "Get that away from me!" yelled Mark pushing back her arm. "I did everything you wanted yesterday." "Again you didn't and you know it but I'm trying to be reasonable since we didn't train you like maybe we should have but not today! Open Up," yelled Erica pressing it against his lips. "Ooooopen!" "Eeeww", sighed Mark as inside his lips it went yet not far. "No, really open bitch," yelled Kristen as Mark closed his eyes as it pressed inside. "Just relax and don't you dare gag," scolded his sister hitting the back of his mouth and then sliding it half way out. "Nice and easy now Mia." "Eeewwww Erica." Mark was gasping as she took it all the way out and then started gagging. "Again and relax your throat," said Erica sliding it right back in and out quickly. "Today excuses are gone and we still have new issues to deal with." "It's just my porn Erica." Mark was now freaking and opened his eyes as it came out. "Bullshit! Open!" said Erica going deeper and faster. "Seriously! I'm eighteen," gasped Mark as she took it out. "You don't look eighteen, slut," said Erica going faster. "But you're doing so well." "Please stop!" said Mark taking deep breaths as she finally took it out. "I meant at my age all guys have porn." "Then share it so I can see for myself," yelled Erica jamming it in again. "And you're no man." "And if I do then we're done?" Mark was breathing heavy as she pulled it out. "We're done when I say you're done," said Erica yanking him by the wrist out of the kitchen. "And you were just so anxious to be slutty." "Of course I wasn't," grumbled Mark as they stopped in their parent's bedroom. "And of course I don't give a shit," ordered his sister going into the walk-in closet. "Sit on the edge of the bed and make sure he doesn't fucking move Kristen." "Like I'd be running anywhere like this?" slumped Mark sitting on the edge of the bed. "Mom would freak just knowing I was naked in her room." "She'd probably be better with you naked then in these! She doesn't even like me borrowing these shoes," smiled Erica coming out and handing them to Kristen. "Put these on him Kristen." "These are your mom's?" said Kristen flexing her brows opening the ankle straps on the shoes. "Sexy right?" said Erica digging through a drawer on a thin high dresser. "I can't walk in heels like that," groaned Mark as his sister slipped a shoe on his foot. "Love to see her try but the slut has a point and isn't she wearing what we intended?" Kristen was confused as worked at fastening the ankle strap. "Oh, she will be but you're not going to walk in those video star," laughed Erica pulling the bows from his pigtails giving Kristen a wink. "Hands up slut." "Oh if you're up to what I think you're up to Erica?" giggled Kristen fastening the other shoe as Erica pulled off his Barbie t-shirt. "This is could almost be better than what we've done already? Almost better than the next date." "Oh, I'm not sure about that and definitely not better than what he'll be doing next," laughed Erica dropping a soft garment over his head pulling it down. "Now don't move!" "Like I could be going anywhere?" groaned Mark as she was running her finger through his hair separating the coils. "You will be soon enough slut." Erica flipped his hair to one side while pulling the short side behind his ear. "Look good Kristen?" "Love it," smiled Kristen as Erica was shaking her hairspray before dousing him. "Fucking sexy!" "Yeahhhh?" smirked Erica patting the side. "Ok on the bed bitch." "On mom's bed?" gulped Mark as Kristen touched at his lips with a bright red gloss. "With no panties on?" "That's where sluts do their best work," said his sister sliding a diamond necklace around his neck before pushing him back. "Lie on your stomach facing me propped up on with your elbows on the bed and bend your knees with your heels in the air. That should be a good first shot." "Holy shit!" groaned Mark as he saw himself in his mother's dresser mirror. "You're making me do a lingerie shot?" Just that fast he was in nothing but a red silk teddy and his mother sky high red strappy stilettoes. Gone in seconds was the slutty little girl, as his coiled pigtails had been finger brushed into tight waves and flipped to one side. A touch of teasing to elevate the front to keep his hair off his face and draw attention to his bright lips would be all it took as suddenly he was a wavy bobbed red hot pin up. "No, I'm making you do several lingerie shots," grinned his sister as she lifted his legs. "The quicker you do what I ask the quicker it's over." "Several?" said Lee shivering as his sister moved his face then stepping back snapping shots. "Now that I've got your right where I want you my pretty brother yes," said Erica snapping shots as Kristen videoed. "I've got a few things you'll be trying and you just told me yourself all boys have porn." "What do you mean porn?" Mark starting to freak. "Go ahead take a few more stupid shots and I meant real porn with girls in it." "Loving the jaw dropping look but now smile," said his sister giggling. "Smile big or I will text him one of these shots of you? It may not be porn by your definition but you are a girl now so you ready to send your boyfriend some dirty pictures?" "Please no," groaned Mark. "Please don't do that?" "Like we'd give you a choice shank now crawl to me while you beg," said Kristen. "Crawl a few steps on all fours like a fucking dog about to get fucked in the ass and slide your tongue all around your lips groaning." "You're so mean," groaned Mark before feeling a slap on his ass. "Stop that." "That's so good," laughed Erica. "We might not be making porn but it's almost like we could with these last few bush shots and thanks for thrusting forward bitch." "You're so gross," shivered Mark. "This doesn't even cover my... well anything?" "Like anything we'd put you in you skank," laughed Kristen. "Pucker up for the camera bitch." "You know I bet even when mom wears that I'm sure it doesn't cover much so on you it's perfect length since she two inches shorter than you," said Erica slapping his ass again. "Now say it. Say fuck me in the ass. Say give it to me hard." "You put me in mom's lingerie?" shivered Mark. "Please get me out of this right now." "No shot slut. You're just in her favorite naughty nighty and fuck me stilettoes," smiled his sister. "Do what I tell you or trust me she'll be even more pissed than I am at you now when I send her a picture telling her I caught you in it." "Oh my gawwdd!" swallowed Mark. "You wouldn't?" "You wouldn't want her to see you in the necklace dad gave her for their anniversary either," yelled Erica. "Better thrust and moan then like I told you! Right the fuck now porn star!" "Ok! Ok," groaned Mark starting to thrust forwards and closing his eyes. "Fuck me in the ass. Yeah baby. Give it to me good! Fuck me hard. OOhhhh. Harder! Harder!" "Now we're talking," grinned Erica giving him a push to his back. "Roll over on your back with your legs spread." "When does this end Erica?" shook Mark as she spread his legs and she stuck his nails inside his pubes again. "When? When does it end?" "Sit up bitch," scolded Erica digging through her mother's lingerie draw. "In seven minutes when you're boyfriend gets here so you're lucky we're out of time for more outfits that dad fucks mom in so walk back and forth in those heels so Kristen can get some nice shots before we change you." "Stand bitch," scolded Kristen helping him sit up and flipping his feet off the bed. "That's so disgusting I don't even know to comment on that?" said Mark putting his feet on the floor and holding her arm standing. "Then don't and wiggle that little shit that fits in my skinny jeans I'm too hippy for now," laughed Erica slapping his ass as he walked. "The tramp stamp barely peeking out looks amazing in that but once he turns and he walks back we should pierce his belly button," joked Kristen. "Work it girl!" "And you waited until now to think of that?" said his sister nudging Kristen. "Please no," wiggled Mark as he walked. "I'm doing good here! Aren't I?" "One more time around and shut the fuck up," said his sister twisting her finger. "You're lucky that's one needle I don't have so don't make me improvise." "So I'm done?" gulped Mark strutting as she asked. "Please I don't want to wear mom's lingerie anymore." "Why not she's got little tits just like you so you'll be able to wear almost everything she has," laughed Erica walking up to him and grabbing the bottom of his nightie. "Hand ups." "Which you had two until you forced dad to buy you implants," groaned Mark as she pulled it over his head. "Requested for my eighteenth birthday you little bitch." Erica was pissed and tossed it away onto the bed. "And by the time I'm done with you maybe you'll be begging him for them, too. Text them we need ten more minutes Kristen." "Now what?" gulped Mark as into her mother's closet she went pissed. "But I thought I was done!" "Lift your leg and let's get this on," scolded Erica shaking her head. "And you're not done and not getting out of anything!" "But Erica?" gulped Mark seeing a bright turquoise panty come up past his thighs and stop. "Will be letting you wear a sanitary pad for now," said Erica placing it over his taped crotch and then pulling up the panty. "Really?" shrugged Kristen take by surprise. "So that gross taped up item doesn't touch the fabric since I hear the lawnmower," winked Erica towards Kristen. "Arms out so I can tie this easily." "This looks like?" gulped Mark seeing the bra cups across his chest as she was looping some elastic around his neck. "One of mom's bikini's which I told you you'd easily wear her little push up stuff," said Erica tying the back straps on his vertebrae. "Go fetch two waters and give the guys a drink." "In mom's bikini and high heels?" gulped Mark. "Yup," smiled Erica sliding some big sunglass past his face across his head pushing back his hair. "I expect you to say hi I'm Mia and ask them if you can get them anything else." "Like wink and say anything at all," slapped Kristen on his ass. "Sell it bitch." "Eeeewwww," groaned Mark. "They're sweaty and gross and probably don't even speak any English." "Serve and these sunglasses are for show like a headband so better never leave your hair," smiled Erica pushing them farther back like a head band. "Now Mia and touch those sweaty sweat backs." "Can't I at least wear a cover up?" gulped Mark. "Wouldn't help much would it slut," said Kristen giving a little shove. "Not a chance." "Ok at least take the heels off?" groaned Mark. "Fuck with me much more and you never will," yelled Erica. "Serve and right now before I have you on your hands and knees doing it!" He was dying as into the kitchen he wandered struggling in his mother's heels and grabbed a few waters from the frig. He could kill them as out of the sliding door he went into the backyard having to walk all the way around the pool until he got near the first worker. "Hi I'm Mia," smiled Mark. "Thirsty?" "Ci," said the worker taking the drink. He looked over seeing them watching and of course taping as he touched his sweaty shirt wanting to die from his soaked gross nature and then walked over to the next worker across the yard. He quickly started getting a lesson in sinking in heels as he was almost falling on his ass with each step and then he realized the first worker had taken his elbow to help balance him. "I help you," said the worker in broken English. "Thank you," said Mark wanting to die as he delivered the next water and introduced himself. "I'm Mia." Mark handed over the water and looking over at them laughing while they filmed as he delivered the last line with some attitude. "So can I get you fellas anything else. Anything at all?" "Much?simas gracias," smiled the worker as the next thing Mark knew they had his arm on each side and were guiding him gently back across the grass before letting go at the pavement. As he started walking away across the cement back towards the house he could hear the little whistles and mumbling in Spanish not understanding and happy he didn't. When he got back inside they were laughing hysterically at his misery and then the mocking began. "Should you really be flirting with other men when you have a date soon?" teased Kristen. "Well, she is quite the flirt," teased Erica. "And where do you think you're going?" "Oh gawwdd?" gulped mark. "Please tell me no where else like this?" "Just back out to pay him and then I expected you to pose by the pool for some shots we'll do from in here," said Erica handing him the check. "Two minutes in the lounge chair twisting and spreading those legs. Then back around the pool again, splash a little water and walk real slow shaking that ass." "Real slow so can get you from front and behind because you know your tramp stamp looks hot with that swim suit," teased Kristen. "Don't you bikini slut?" "Fuck!" Mark ripped the check from his sister's hand and then walked back outside and around the pool. He'd stand at the end of the pavers with his hands on his hips avoiding the grass sticking out one hip posing as he knew they were shooting from behind. When finally the worker noticed him and came over he handed over the check and disgusted by his greasy hand purposely sliding across his thumb. Back around he's turn seeing them shake their heads as he started walking fast and understanding the sign slowing down shaking his hips. He leaned over softly splashing the water with his nails like he was feeling the temperature and then sat in a lounger positioning himself. Leg crossed, then uncrossed, then open as he flipped around before finally getting the nod that he could come in. Across the yard he walked seeing the men just starting at his ass as he wandered inside and then slammed the sliding door pulling the blinds closed. "I like have to be seriously done now right?" said Mark ready to break down. "In a bikini sure unless you want to push back your boyfriend and fuck a Mexican or work on your tan lines?" joked Erica. "I'm ok with either but you're still seeing Frankie soon no matter what?" "Why?" groaned Mark. "Don't you have me in every awkward position there is?" "Yeah not even close and I told you that you're not getting out of anything!" said Erica bending and unstrapping a shoe. "Hold my shoulder." "Nothing?" groaned Mark as she undid the other shoe and he stepped out of them "Nothing except mom's bikini!" said Erica bending down. "Now step out because no matter what I don't trust you." "But you said I even did better than what you wanted yesterday?" shook Mark as she pulled off his bikini bottom and the pad dropped to the floor. "Remember you said that after the shower shots!" "Oh you certainly did, now turn," nodded his sister pulling out the bow unknotting his bikini straps as Kristen wiped off the bright lip color. "Hands back up." "And even better the next time?" shrugged Mark as down came his dress over his head. "Remember you said that too." "And did even better as a cheerleader?" acknowledged Erica turning his shoulders and adjusting the dress on his back. "And you're going to do even better than that aren't you?" "Of course I am," groaned Mark being zipped up. "I'm cooperating?" "Then smile," said Kristen snapping a face shot or two as Erica spun him back around. "And just give us the passwords." "No," cringed Mark as his sister stepped back in pulling the front of his hair into her hands. "You are not telling the world I'm a girl on my own twitter and facebook accounts." "Well not until I have the hair off her face so everyone knows it's you," teased Erica winding in a band. "Or was it you that wanted to wait until I fixed all your curls because that I can deal with." "Stop it," panicked Mark seeking Kristen hand Erica a long pony of curls. "Mom follows me on social media?" "Oh you're right!" teased Erica clipping it around his small top pony and flipping it on his front shoulder. "I forgot you didn't want her to see you half done this morning but I'll just need a minute to snap and blend in the back." "You are not changing my Facebook," groaned Mark seeing another mound of curls being handed to Erica as she snapped it near his nape. "Fine we'll change twitter and tweet it out first," laughed Erica taking the next one. "Mom will love you in curls like this." "No, she will not and you're not tweeting either," complained Mark feeling the snaps. "Not without your lips refreshed in a pretty pink," laughed Kristen touching them with gloss. "Sorry about that Mia." "How about one more weft to snap and if you want we'll start with snapchat?" said Erica taking the next one. "Does mom follow you there?" "She follows everything," shook Mark feeling the last few snaps. "Now enough and was this really necessary." "Not really because you're just as pretty like a little princess with pigtails or just plain sexy with the Dua lob but you started out so pretty with a big head fill of cheer curls when you two first fell in love so I figured this would be the perfect look for you to come out on tiktok so one more minute then go ahead," smiled Erica picking through the back of his hair blended it with the extensions. "That's where you have the most followers and did such a cute video with Frankie." "Go ahead? Like tell my followers I'm a girl?" gulped Mark looking down at brunette curls flowing down his shoulders. "Are you crazy?" "Sure just go ahead and we'll start recording. We can do a boy to girl flip if you want but honestly I doubt anyone cares about the old you," said his sister holding up her phone. "Just say hi I used to be a dweeb named Mark and now I'm Mia Malone and I've decided to come out. It's not that tough you know?" "No way!" steamed Mark pointing at them. "Fine use your own words and I'm not going to post that until he's fucked your brains out anyway." teased his sister stepping in flipping over some curls. "Now go ahead before he gets here." "Stop teasing me," said Mark getting frustrated stroking his wavy hair with his long nails. "I'm not saying I'm Mia Malone!" "Just did?" snickered Kristen filming. "Now try the whole thing." "Oh my gawdddd please don't publish that anywhere?" said Mark with both hands covering his face. "Please?" "Then do better?" said his sister unscrewing a clear gloss and stepping in touching his lips. "Go ahead and I'm sorry if they weren't as cock sucker glossy as they could have been for the first try?" "Please no?" groaned Mark confused biting his lip. "And I don't?" "Making it harder!" said Erica shaking her head. "Say it! And then say you're a cheerleader and that you love big strong football players. You know you want to." "And making his dick harder right now is guaranteed since I just send him that shot," laughed Kristen texting. "You looked so hot in that one curly girl and I think he loved that pic since he's now texting like crazy." "You did not just send that from my phone?" gulped Mark. "Going to send a unicorn shot and Barbie shot next if you don't cooperate," grinned Kristen. "Just say it you fucking princess and stop being difficult." "Difficult!" You want me to say I'm Mia Malone and I'm a cheerleader that loves hunky football players and ...." Mark paused wanting to die. "And what the hell is wrong with me?" "Nothing and mom would love you in that dress! Now let's go outside and then send him the whole look," said Erica pulling him by the hand. "It'll just take a minute and I thought one in a very girly girl dress would be perfect to send your sugar boo." "This almost looks like?" gulped Mark as she was pulling him towards the door. "Wait? Not the front yard? Wasn't everything in the back yard bad enough?" "Like finally a picture he could send to his mother who's almost as anxious to see the new squeeze as your own mother and that's the idea," said Erica opening the front door. "Let's go we'll do a few near the lilies and what did you think you'd be sneaking out the back with him?" "I don't think I've been able to think all day," gulped Mark as just that fast he was walking across his front lawn in a soft chiffon dress seeing cars buzzing by and people out walking in the summer twilight. "Then don't now either," said his sister posing him in front of the flowers and picking a few handing them to him. "Just smile, hold the flowers and be pretty?" Mark just swallowed hard smiling and shifting like his sister asked as they snapped shots of him standing with his soft lavender knee length dress slightly ruffling in the mild wind. It would be completely off the shoulders with a soft single ruffle from left bicep to right bicep that would cover his tiny boobs and then pinch in around his skinny body. On his feet lavender sling back flats would match perfectly and stretch enough to fit his feet as he stood in the grass fronting his mother's big flower bed suddenly feeling week in the knees noticing some boys on their bikes stopping and starring from across the street. With his hair pulled back off his face a high pony would add dimension before it spilled down his back in a loose spiral curls atop an entire mane of three long wefts of girly tendrils. Down he'd look wanting to die as two bikes became six as he could hear them whispering and then a big guy paused momentarily as he walked with his little poodle. Into his face would blow some of his hair and then Erica got annoyed with him not looking at her. "Mia?" said his sister snapping her fingers. "Hey! They're cute boys but please?" "I wasn't?" groaned Mark mortified. "You know?" "Yeah ok?" teased his sister before ordering a pose and then looking over at the boys. "Hands back on your hips please for one more second. We seriously don't have time guys and if the wind runs her curls I'll be pissed?" "Sorry just..." said a boy not expecting to be scolded. "Just think she's pretty right?" said Erica with a soft smile stepping in straightening fluffing out the top pony and moving some curls back on his bare shoulders. "Well?" nodded the boy getting embarrassed beginning to pedal. "We're going." "Thanks guys and only because we're in a rush," said Erica stepping out of the way so Kristen could keep shooting. "She doesn't bite though so maybe ring the doorbell another time if you'd like to chat with her again?" "Of course they will and eleven minutes," said Kristen dropping the phone now. "Let's get inside in case Frankie gets here a few minutes early and catches us on the lawn." "Please before I die," shivered Mark as his sister took him in by the hand. "Those boys were like twelve?" "And I wore that when I was just budding at fourteen so probably about what they were thinking when they saw you in that," laughed Erica as inside they went. "And how sad is that for you that it still fits him?" joked Kristen patting Erica's arm as she walked past her, "True," smirked Erica rolling her eyes as up came her middle finger laughing. "And so sad!" "Please just kill me!" groaned Mark. "And not that everything else isn't bad enough but why would we need that? I doubt Frankie gives a shit what seeing me in anything that's not skimpy and thankfully the only thing positive from what you girls do to me is that I'm certainly not the type anyone shows his mother'?" "Don't get upset but it's all about context pretty girl," said Erica unzipping the dress. "That's about when he kicked your ass and you think any chance when he sees you looking less slutty that he'd ever place it was the sweetie in the lavender dress he bludgeoned as a dweeb." "You're scaring me Erica," groaned Mark as the dress dropped to his feet. "You're making me go on a date again in eleven minutes and is that your way of saying you think sober or in daylight he's going to recognize me?" "From the nothing but hearts that came back in the text after the pic I send of you holding the flowers," laughed Kristen spinning around his phone. "I wouldn't worry about it Mia but from what I got on my phone with the sun in a perfect spot when your hands were on your hips. That was sheer brilliance Erica." "Exactly," winked Erica. "Chiffon shows everything doesn't it?" "Oh my gawwddd!" shook Mark. "You're saying those boys that were staring? They.. they?" "Got a little show today?" laughed Erica. "Maybe? You know you should start wearing panties right?" "Obviously?" grimaced Mark turning beet red. "Then tell the camera how much you love wearing panties now," said Erica baiting him. "Go ahead?" "I am not saying that," groaned Mark wanting to kill Kristen giggling. "Say it or you won't be wearing them on your date either," said his sister folding her arms. "You know I'm not bullshitting so just say it you little jailbait tease?" "Like it matters anymore," said Mark looking ready to explode. "You're making this harder than it is Mia," said Erica shaking her head. "You know now I can make you just as cute as a little tease as I can a slut and guys will be just as hot for you right?" "I don't want to know that," groaned Mark. "But you do because you know better than I do those six little boys just rode home unable to sit flat on their bike seats after staring at your dark bush through your dress," said Erica. "Say it." "I love wearing panties," gulped Mark. "Not from what I've seen?" laughed Kristen with the phone in her hand. "Say you love being a little princess and being a little tease. Tell me you love every fucking second of it and you better make it good because I'm still pissed from what you told me on the toilet." "I love being in panties and I love being a little princess. I fucking love it! I love being a little cock tease and I love cute boys," shook Mark feeling a tear drip down his cheek. "I love everything about being a girl. I fucking love it! You happy now!" "That you added the cock part when I didn't even ask you too?" smiled Kristen. "Actually yes for a change. You're starting to get the hang of this slut." "That she is and I like that your cooperation has gotten better but?" said his sister. "The alligator tears do nothing but piss me off though so now I'll need to touch up your face so save it." "Sorry," said Mark sucking in his emotion. "Wasn't trying to cry?" "Yeah I don't and I wasn't trying to waste my day with your bullshit either," said Erica sternly. "So enough is enough and you know what you have to do now before he gets here right?" "Change into something slutty," nodded Mark wiping under his eye. "To go to church with your boyfriend?" smiled Erica. "I was thinking you'd wear this but if that's what you really want then fine." "Tell me I did not hear you say I'd be going to church like this with my boyfriend?" panicked Mark. "Plenty of kids from school and their families will be there?" "Of course they will so if you don't want to start with social media I guess this will be ok?" smiled Erica. "But that's not what you're worried about right because you look so pretty and I doubt most people would recognize you? Maybe no one would? Although your hair is pulled back and I'm certainly not changing it since I love how it looks with that dress?" "Do not even kid about this?" freaked Mark grabbing her arm. "I can't walk into church in a dress." "Well, you can but see that's more what you should be worried about since the light through those stained-glass windows might even show more than the boys saw?" grinned Erica. "Is that really the way you want to meet your boyfriend's mother the first time?" "Even you wouldn't stoop that low to make me walk into church as a girl without panties," said Mark ready to pass out. "Please tell me you wouldn't?" "Try me bimbo!" said Erica folding her arms. "Last time I ask for the passwords or you're flashing half the mass." "Ok," nodded Mark as his hand started shaking. "But then you're getting me out of it right?" "I'll tell you how to get out of church yes but not what you just practiced," said Erica tapping her cheek. "That you'll be inviting him in and handling right in the comfort of our own home." "Oh gawdddd. You can't be serious?" sighed Mark swallowing hard. "Dead serious BJ queen," said Erica looking him dead in the face. "This is such bullshit," groaned Mark feeling a huge lump in his throat. "And it's because you're going to secretly tape it aren't you?" "Damn right I am because I am going to find some secretly taped items on that hard drive aren't I?" yelled Erica sticking her finger in his face. "Yeah," nodded Mark not even looking at her. "Password is urallsluts." "Not that I'm not beyond disgusted at the thought of what's on that drive but... Finally!" said his sister tossing up her hands. "Go get the outfit Kristen while I make the bitch mix the batter." "Not that I don't still hate him in my shit but you're so fucking genius," laughed Kristen running upstairs. Into the kitchen she took Mark as quickly she was giving orders and he was mixing in a bowl. She had him cooking eggs and flipping pancakes with an apron atop his dress while she set the table giving him strict instructions that had the little hairs stand up on his neck. "Fuck this up and you won't need to tell mom or dad anything," scolded his sister giving on last lecture as she peeked out the window seeing his car pull up. "Because I'll handle it all if you don't what you're supposed to?" When finally the doorbell rang she pulled his apron and made herself scarce as he had little choice but to answer the door. "Hi," gulped Mark opening the door. "Hey Dua baby," said Frankie before leaning in and kissing him good then looking into his eyes playing with his curls. "Wow. You look so beautiful." "UUmmm thanks," sighed Mark catching his breath pulling back trying not to freak out. "It's not really a Dua type dress but those outfits would not go over well in church. Come on in." "Well maybe for just a second to say hi to your cousin but we better go," said Frankie still holding him in his arms kicking the door shut. "My mom's dying to meet you and gets pissed if I'm late for mass." "Oh, Erica's not here and I'd love to meet her too but as you can see I'm dressed for church but unfortunately I can't go anymore," said Mark leading him by the hand. "Why not?" said Frankie disappointed. "You look amazing!" "Well last second cheer practice and its mandatory," said Mark kicking off his shoes then turning his back to him and lifting his hair. "I have to change quick and this dress is difficult so you think you could unzip me?" "Sure," said Frankie unzipping the back. "I guess I should go then and we'll still have dinner later right?" "You should but can't you wait while I change and couldn't you spare a few minutes before I have to go?" said Mark leaning up nibbling his ear then looking into his eyes. "Just turn around one sec?" "Oh sure," said Frankie getting excited as he spun hearing the dress hit the floor. "And believe me I really don't want to leave just yet?" "Then don't," said Mark quickly stepping into the cheer dress and pulling it up. "I thought you'd be hungry so I made you some breakfast?" "Really?" said Frankie surprised as quickly Mark slipped his feet into the ankle socks and pre-tied sneakers. "Why not and if you wouldn't mind zipping me up again," said Mark seeing the look on his face as he turned seeing him in the baby blue cheer dress. "You up for it?" "For breakfast with you?" gulped Frankie practically drooling zipping him up. "Well yeah?" Mark smiled while grabbing his top pony and winding in the big gold sparkly bow with blue sequin trim and then taking his hand. "Can't a girl make her stud muffin a nice breakfast?" "I love that?" said Frankie as they walked in. "Pancakes, some fruit and eggs good?" Said Mark pulling the warmer cover off the plate revealing the big stack. "Perfect," said Frankie thrilled. "But there's only one plate." "I'm not eating yet," said Mark sitting on his lap taking a strawberry from the small fruit bowl and sliding it in Mark's mouth. As Frankie chewed it Mark would stick one in his mouth and then they'd kiss before Frankie would gobble down the rest of the strawberry. A few blue berries being hand few would be followed by some forks full of eggs as Mark continued hand feeding him. Syrup dripping pancake slices would make so sticky kissing in between bites and then as finally Frankie's plate would be clear as Mark took a deep breath knowing what he had to do. "Feel better with a full belly?" said Mark kissing him. "That was so good," said Frankie feeling full. "Why don't you get a plate and let me feed you? Aren't you hungry?" "Starving and don't need one," smiled Mark pecking a kiss and taking the plate off the table. "Give me a second to clear the table. You're not ready to run out of here are you?" "No?" said Frankie getting up and hugging him from behind as Mark put the plate in the sink. "But I thought you had to hurry off and why should you leave hungry?" "Glad you're up for it stud muffin and I didn't plan to?" said Mark allowing Frankie to his neck before reaching back grabbing his hard on right through his trousers. "I was plan on having sausage for breakfast." "Holy shit Mia!" grunted Frankie as Mark spun around letting go and staring at him as he undid his belt buckle. "Please yesss." As Mark opened the snap of the top of his pants, he spun around Frankie and shoved his back into the counter. Down slid his trousers as Mark unzipped him grasping him through his boxers giving one tug and then another before he dug in his nails at the waistband trying not to freak out. He needed a second as he dropped to his knees face to face with the one eyed monster horrified yet impressed with its mass. It was almost like his saliva had dried out as he was trying to work up the strength to move his neck forward and then Frankie's hands would be touching his head lifting his curls. He wanted to get up and run but knew the consequence would be worse if he did and then knew what he had to do sliding his lips around Frankie's member. He had executed his sister's repulsive plan precisely as Frankie easily would fall prey to his little seduction yet that was the easy part. The hard part though now would be tougher than he imagined as with every bob of his face up and down he regretted ever being a perv. He need to pull up to gasp a few times but what he didn't expect would be the strength of the football player's excited grasp jamming his neck back down. Wider his mouth would have to stretch and deeper his down his throat his member would go with each mouthful as Frankie pushed down with a firm grip on his curls. This was no practice sex toy as ninety seconds felt like a month as faster and faster he bobbed until he recognized him tensing up before the rush filled his mouth. Never had he experienced a choking sensation like this as Frankie almost snapped his neck as he held firm when exploding. It would be most revolting awakening of his life feeling some juices rush their way down his throat while the overflow dripped down his face. It was all he could do not to break down sobbing when finally Frankie's grip relaxed and the explosion had finished. In his mind he was more than even for anything he did to Kristen and Erica as he just wanted it to be over now. His sister orders though, would be loud and clear while licking Frankie's drippings like a dog almost afraid or ashamed to look at him before mercifully he finished and Mark returned to his feet. "Wow," said Frankie pulling up his pants. "Thanks and after that I almost don't know what to say expect that was incredible but I better get moving because my mom will be pissed already so I'll see you for dinner?" "Yeah?" nodded Mark disgusted. "Great. Have a great practice," said Frankie kissing him on the cheek and then running out the door. Like a deer in the head lights Mark leaned back against the counter for a minute as in came his sister and Kristen once the front door closed. "Men suck don't they?" laughed Erica standing their enjoying his angst. "Well technically we suck first and then they suck when it's over," teased Kristen before patting his head like a dog. "So how's that feel slut." "Beyond disgusting," slumped Mark pulling away his head. "You mean that your boyfriend ran out without smooching you again wanting no part of tasting his own jizz on your lips or did you not like the taste?" teased Kristen reaching back over again touching his curls. "Because it does vary from boy to boy and by diet so you might like the next guy's better?" "There is no next guy and leave me alone," groaned Mark pushing her hand away again feeling sick to his stomach. "I just did the most vile, sickening, horrendous thing of my life and I think I have to go puke." "Yeah not in my uniform," rushed over Kristen spinning him. "And not even close perv!" "Or worse in my extensions." Erica rushed over quickly and began to unsnap them as down came the cheer uniform. "Step out bitch and you seriously even got jizz on my sneakers," groaned Kristen pulling off his shoes and ripping the dress from his ankle. "Leather and washable just like what I'll have to do with two wefts," said Erica rolling his eyes. "You'll have to learn to swallow better next time?" "Leave me alone and there is no next time," cried Mark running down the hall to the closest bathroom in their parent's room. "I've got to puke right now!" Into the bathroom he went praying to the porcelain god, trying to empty his stomach before eventually lying on the floor. As bad as it felt, the girls made it worse as he could hear them giggling at his nausea from outside the doorway but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of looking up. "Well now that we'd made sure Mia had her breakfast let's let it sink in her brain while we have lunch," teased his sister. "Feel like a Nathan's foot long's Kristen?" "Definitely," laughed Kristen. "Did you want us to bring one for you Mia or would that just be like an appetizer now." "Go away," groaned Mark as they couldn't stop laughing leaving. "Guess she's full for now," said Erica before teasing. "But trust me Mia once you get past the initial realization that you're a dirty cock sucker now? The thirst never leaves and you'll be hungry for more."