Chapter 12

Ezekiel Downings had never felt this low, he had already hit rock bottom and learned that rock bottom had a basement. In just two short days control over his life had slipped through his fingers and his personal definition of the word bad had found new meaning over and over again. Taking one deep breath after another as he knelt down in front of his sister, his hands having fallen to his sides he felt like he could cry. He heard the sound of Thea voice directed at him, but in his state even her voice was just background noise.

“Don’t be so down, May. I’m sure you’re going to have an amazing time on your date! How about you put a smile on your face, after all getting ready for a date can be just as fun as the date itself! Thea said doing a purposeful poor job of consoling the grieving crossdresser.

Seeing her brother all femmed up, down on his knees begging had given Liz an amazing rush. It had been a hard decision to use her leverage like that, if he didn’t cave she would have screwed him over for sure, but then he didn’t have any incentive to do as she said, something she was really enjoying after a lifetime of him being such an obstinate ass. ‘It’s not the end of the world, like anything is gonna happen on that date. Calvin, just like my dear little shitstain of a brother, has been a turbo-virgin for life, and one little date isn’t going to change that. Zeek has to grin and bear it, pretending to be a girl while he gets a free meal and might, maybe, have to contend with the dweeb working up the courage to hold hands. Hell, they couldn’t even get dates for homecoming or prom with the losers and dork girls. I bet they’d be too chicken-shit to get any actual action now they finally have a date’, Liz thought, keeping her true opinions to herself to better effectively mock her sibling.

By five in the afternoon, Zeek found himself once more Liz’s room with its owner and her bestie, wearing a fluffy pink drying robe which nearly touched the ground and his wiggy hair in a matching turban, drying from the shower he had just taken in which he had also re-shaven his entire body, this time far more efficiently with the experience he now possessed having done so before. He had debated its necessity, but his tormentor had insisted, “Girls should always be freshly shaven when they’re trying to impress a boy, and you do want to impress him don’t you? Plus it feels amazing. Don’t you agree?”

Zeek felt so low, he only nodded before being physically prodded till he answered in the slightly elevated and breathy voice the girls had been making him practice. “I do want to impress Cal and it feels amazing.”

Not able to hold in her mirth it was Theadora that spoke up before her friend. “You don’t sound as excited as you should girl.”

“She doesn’t sound happy at all, odd. Ezme, you are happy to go on a date with our cousin’s best friend, aren’t you? I mean…” Liz pulled out his phone that she still had possession of. “You seem so thrilled, and horny really when you are talking to him.”

Zeek glowered in his robe- pink and fluffy was definitely neither his colour nor style, but he couldn’t help but admit to himself that the soft texture of the fabric felt amazing against his bare skin. He hadn’t given an answer to the two, his sister a cruel bitch, while Thea had joined in as well, he could at least say she was just being playful and teasing. While his mind kept asking questions like “What am I going to do? How can I get out of this?”The two young women dug through the walk-in closet looking for the perfect dress for ‘Ezme’s’ date. Zeek heard them talking, but he just stood there staring off at nothing, one voice blurring into another.

“Too boring. Too baggy. Too colourful. Too skimpy. Well…Let’s put it aside for later. We need something classic, classy and sexy.” It had been the word sexy that finally caught the young man’s attention to see what new horror awaited him, seeing his sister hold a sequined backless blue dress.

“Yeah that’ll really show May off. But we need something to also cover up enough of her. Something like…”

“A little black dress?” Liz pulled out one such garment; a black bodycon sleeveless minidress with a high round neck. Liz had only worn it once for a cocktail party. It was silky and had a horizontal ridge effect all the way up. She presented it to her sibling. “Here you go; this should fit, cuz. Luckily we’re basically the same size. What do you think?”

“Yeah. Lucky me”, Zeek replied, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Well I can’t wait to see you in it, May. I bet you’re going to look fine as hell~” Thea complimented Zeek, turning bright red at just the idea of Thea looking him up and down, imagining the sexual thoughts she would have dancing around in her head about him.

“Hmmm…” Liz ran her fingers across the shaved side of her head, it still felt odd to her. “You will have to tuck to wear it though.”

“You want me to tuck?” Learning to press his balls up into his body was something Ezekiel could have lived a full life without knowing and here he was about to go on a date with his friend, his male friend while pretending to be a girl, having to hide his own manhood away.

“Well it’s where you hide your boy parts by, like pushing your balls up into yourself, then taping everything else back behind you to make it all appear smooth” Liz elaborated, well aware everyone in the room knew what she had meant. Seeing the not so happy expression on her brother's face, she rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t be such a pussy, Ezme! Beauty is pain after all. And besides, do you want Calvin to know what’s really going on under there?” Liz berated.

Breaking the silence Zeek nodded in affirmation. “No, I guess not.”

“Of course not. Thea, can you help remind him how to do it, a Youtube video or something that you watched before, while I get the sports tape for her to wear?”

“Of course”, Thea replied, going about her task.

With the video upon her phone screen, Thea sat Zeek down upon the bed, scooching up close to him, right hand holding the phone in front of them while the other reached round his back and held his hip. Contrary to what the video was trying to achieve, Zeek was having a hard time preventing his penis from becoming more noticeable as he fought against the blood wanting to make its way to the organ, Zeek’s heartbeat racing with his crush so close to him.

Once the video was finished, Thea asked, “Did you get all of that, May-hon?”

“Can… Can we watch it again?” He in fact did not want to watch it again, but Zeek also didn’t want to move from his current cuddling position.

“Sure!” Thea said, pressing the restart button, a part of her amused at the idea that his youtube algorithm will have the data saved of him watching these videos over and over again.

“Here’s your panties and some tape, gurl. Head on to the bathroom and come back when all your shit’s nicely tucked away”, Liz interjected, throwing the items at Zeek before the rewatch of the video was over, Zeek barely managing to catch the items.

Zeek held out the panties before him, turning his nose up at how silky and tiny the garment was; much smaller than the pairs he’d worn up to now.

It took several uncomfortable attempts, but Zeek finally got the gist of it tucking, regretting the fact he was getting better at the activity and returned from the bathroom naked barring his turban and the black panties he now sported. Liz and Thea crouched down close to get a good look at Zeek’s attempt as he visibly cringed, fists clutched at his sides.

“Wow, completely flat! And it looks like you’ve got a nice bit of a camel toe too! It’s almost like your twig n’ berries were made to be tucked!” Liz laughed. “You were meant to be a girl Ezme and you are so much more behaved than my brother. She laughed some more.

As her friend cackled, Thea touched the smooth front of the panties with the back of her hand, before turning her hand around to slide her fingers around the lace edge of the underwear for a few inches. “Mmmm… My girl is very sexy~.” She purred in something close to a whisper that made Zeek’s heartbeat a little faster, now torn between humiliation and being turned on.

“Okay, let’s get your shapewear on”, Liz announced, clapping her hands and pretending to ignore Thea’s flirting to keep her new doll nice and compliant. Bringing out a pre-opened Glamazon Premium box, Liz presented it like it was a grand prize. “Yesterday I did a little shopping; thank God for next day delivery and other people’s money!”

From the Box, the girls pulled out a black steel-boned underbust corset, a pair of flesh coloured booty short hip pads, and a pair of fleshy-coloured, breast forms. The breasts weren’t close to the cheapest on offer at Liz’s D-cup size, wanting her cousin to be just as gifted in the chest and were decently realistic to look at. They could pass inspection so long as someone didn’t look too close, but hidden underneath a dress no one would know the difference. ‘That fuckin’ turbo virgin Calvin’s never touched a boob in his life so it’s not like he’ll know the difference’ Liz thought.

Sending her brother on a date with his annoying best friend, that she was positive had a hand in what Zeek had done to her, hadn’t been part of her original plan, but getting her brother into a restrictive corset with more realistic feminine assets just worked out so much better with this current course of action. For Eliza it felt more like three birds with one stone than two. “Alright, let's give Ezme her tits first!”

Laying on his sister's bed, his hair… The hair glued to him was still wrapped up in a pink towel while he only wore a pair of black panties that he would look sexy if they weren’t on him. His body was free of any hair, smooth and supple thanks to the lotion. All of it made him feel so incredibly exposed as his sister and her friend kept giggling at him anytime they looked in his direction. Zeek would have snapped at his sister and even Thea to get this over with, but as **** as he felt in that moment he didn’t have the conviction to speak.

“Okay hon, this is going to be cold.” Thea said with a caucasian skin colored fleshy object in her hand. Turning her palm over and stabilizing it with her other, she positioned it onto the nineteen year old’s chest. She gave him a kind smile, enjoying the expression on his face as he felt the cold gel like clue as it pressed down onto his skin and left nipple. “Just need you to hold this still May, we don’t want your breasts to be uneven.”

“I don’t want tits at all.” he whispered, only to hear his crush make a tisking sound as she leaned over him. Humiliation, that was something he was getting a lot of, but having his crush literally put tits on him was a new blow.

“Shush now, Liz was just trying to get a reaction out of you by calling them that. Girls like us..” She pointed to herself and then him. “Don’t call them that, they are breasts and every little girl wants to grow up and be pretty like their Mommy, and developing your chest is a part of that.”

‘What would she think of her son now…’ Zeek thought, a brief memory of laying on the couch next to her when he was young, him rolling a little toy car over the couch and up her leg like it was a mountain. Every memory he had, not that Ezekiel had many, of his Mom were precious and painful at the sametime. He didn’t want to think about her right now and tried to clear his head as he felt the next blob put on his chest. “Why are these so cold?”

With a tube of glue in hand Liz took a step closer to the bed. “The glue will warm up shortly, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

At the mention of glue, Zeek tried to sit up to yell at his sister, but was held down by the much stronger girl that had ever so helpfully positioned the objects on his chest. “Glue! You bitch! Get these off me! Thea, let me go!” That was when Zeek felt a slap to his face that came across his chin. It hadn’t been a hard blow, not one that would even leave a red mark, but it had caught him by complete surprise when Thea struck him.

“My name is Theadora Abara, you know me so I am only going to ask you this once. When do you think it is acceptable to order me around? I am doing my best to be helpful, I think I have been downright kind to you considering what you did to my best friend. Now answer me, when is it okay for you to give me orders?” She barked out with the sternest voice Zeek had ever heard that had him freeze in place.

“N…Never?” Zeek gulped.

“Is that a question?” Thea leaned in close looking hard into the annoying young man’s green eyes. She couldn’t deny she had been enjoying some aspects of what they had been doing a lot more than she expected, but she had still been pissed at what he had done. Playing the part of the good cop had been her suggestion but it had also been a challenge.

“Nooo.” Came the soft reply from the prone man.

“Good.” Thea nodded, glancing over to Liz before returning her attention back to Zeek. “Now you stay still holding your breasts in place for a few minutes and I swear if they are uneven because of your trying to flop around, I’m just going to peel them off without the solvent so that they take a layer of skin with them. “Got it?!”

‘I wasn’t flopping…’ He started to think before just nodding, hearing the mention of solvent for the glue made his first… one of his complaints not seem so bad.

“Good.” Thea said once more, nodding firmly in his direction before taking a deep breath and making a motion with her hand as she tried to center herself. “Now, May.” Thea’s curly hair bounced as she tilted her head, her voice back to being something much friendlier. “Why don’t you thank your cousin for helping you with your undeveloped chest, as we talked about I’m sure you wanted to be pretty when you grew up.” She then leaned slightly back, running her hand up her captive’s leg. Yelling at him hadn’t done anything for her, but his meek compliance sure had.

“Ah, hmm.” he started, feeling much more intimidated by Thea than his sister, despite Liz having the power to crush his life. “Thank you Liz for helping my umm..”

“Underdeveloped chest?” Liz offered.

“Yes, thank you.” he said, shame clear on his face.

Putting down the glue back in the box, Liz shrugged. “No problem at all and think nothing of it, that is what family, real family does for one another, they help. Besides, you are already so pretty, we couldn't let you have low self esteem when it could be fixed with a little money. You just lay there for a little longer and then we will move on to the next step, getting you into a corset to help with your little weight problem.”

Zeek had only seen corsets in movies, and his mind wandered to Elizabeth Swan in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie, fainting from how it stopped her from breathing. Sitting up from the bed had been an odd experience, the breast forms staying put, pulling on his skin. The unfamiliar weight wasn’t exactly a welcomeone, but there was an odd sense of something when he looked down to see tits on his chest. Playing with them was one instinct, but not one he followed through with the added shame of the actual situation. When it was agreed they were in the right place, he stood up and tried not to complain for the next stage, not wanting Thea to be angry with him.

Putting his own corset on, a dark thought that he now owned one, played out much like the film. The corset was zipped around his waist, protected by a small black cotton cami. It was snug, but not too restrictive, Zeek more than a little surprised, it being what he expected it to feel like. The corset itself felt more supportive, like a lifting belt. ‘Okay, not as bad as I thought.’

“Okay May-hon, take a deep breath, then breathe out for me.” Thea instructed from behind a hint of boob tactically touching his arm.

The sucker that was Zeek did as instructed, only for his breath to be **** out of him as Liz roughly pulled the corset lace from behind, leveraging herself by sticking her knee into his back.

“What the hell?!” Zeek gasped

Liz wrapped the strings around her hands as she continued to pull. “We’ve got to get it nice and tight! Just deal with it; beauty is pain, just grow a pair and deal with it.” she said as if he didn’t already have a pair of balls that had been hidden away.

As each row of lace was tightened, Zeek gasped and yelled, his eyes watering as Liz roughly pressed her knee into him as she pulled at the laces, giggling with sadistic glee as she did. Thea meanwhile helped tie the laces and gave Zeek much-needed words of encouragement. Finally, Zeek’s waist was fully and achingly caved in, making it difficult to breathe deeply or even bend with how restrictive the shapewear was.

“Wow, you’re so snatched; I’m jealous!” Thea praised, the compliment itself warming Zeek’s heart even if the content of said compliment made it shiver.

While Thea gave kind, if humiliating words, Zeek’s sister gave what she would say was more constructive criticism. “Don’t slouch; it’s ugly and so unclassy.”

“I’m not… I don’t think I can actually.” Zeek said gasping taking short rapid breaths. He felt Thea’s hand on his shoulder as she turned him to face her.

“May, just look at me, listen to my voice. You need to calm down, you are okay, you can breathe, just a little differently right now. If you keep gasping you are going to pass out. Just listen to my voice, you are a beautiful young woman, someone I am happy to spend time with.”

Zeek didn’t feel as if she was doing a great job of calming him down, but she was doing a good job distracting him, doubly so when he felt her breasts press into him or sort of felt them thanks to the balloons on his chest as she pressed into him as she gave him a hug that was not nearly long enough.

Next came the next piece of underwear, something to give Zeek some support up top. A black semi sheer push-up bra with a lace flower pattern. Between the corset, the fake breasts and push up bra the young man had a tantalisingly female silhouette. Standing in his sister's room being looked over with a critical eye while wearing female clothing made Zeek feel like some degenerate sissy, but less so than when he thought about that first picture Liz took of him. Things could have been so good if she had only spent fifteen more minutes at the grocery store. Him and Thea could have sealed their new relationship. Instead he had tits…

Biting her bottom lip, Thea was looking over her friend’s bratty brother in a better light than she had the previous day, confirming to herself she might have just found a new kink that she wasn’t so sure about. “Oh Em Gee, you look stunning, babe! I could just stare at you all day looking like that! Though I’m not sure I could stop myself doing more than stare.” Thea giggled.

Zeek could feel his member trying to harden, secured so tightly with tape it wasn’t going to be moving any time soon, but it did add a new level to how uncomfortable it was.

With pantyhose sliding up his skin, the light material gliding up, rubbing against the feminized boy's legs, Thea’s hands gliding across them as she rolled the soft material up, Zeek leaned closer and closer to the object of his affection, wanting to kiss her so bad and to do so much more or at least the need to head off to his own room and lock the door for some private time. When she stepped back, ruining the opportunity for a kiss it left only one other option. “Can I ahh…” He swallowed. “I need to use the bathroom.” he lied, not able to think about a good enough excuse to get to his own room.

Seeing his flush face, Thea raised an eyebrow even as she replied in the affirmative. “Sure May, if you need to tinkle, go right ahead.”

“Don’t take too long Ezme, we have lots more to do before you meet your dream man for your date.” Liz called after her brother as she watched him scurry out of her room, his pantyhose covered feet moving rapidly.

“You know he is going to go jerk off don’t you?” Thea questioned her friend.

Turning to look at her, Liz made a disgusted face. “Ew, no, I didn’t know that. He is such a pervert.”

Thea only laughed. “I don’t know about this specific situation, but I’m pretty sure all boys are perverts.”

Feeling an internal need Zeek went to the bathing slamming the door shut as fast as he could. That was when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. For the first time he saw himself with a feminine chest, the D cup breasts enhanced by the sexy pushup bra. With every breath he watched his chest rise and fall, the breasts moving that only heightened his existing arousal. Reaching up he pulled the pink towel from his head, letting the now semi damp blonde hair fall around his face. With the breasts, the hair and even with no makeup on he saw a girl in the mirror and with the pantyhose and very much thanks to Thea running her hands over his legs Zeek felt like he could cum right there and then.

Cupping the semi lifelike breasts he gave them a squeeze, he of course couldn’t feel the interaction as if they were real, but they felt flesh-like and in the mirror he could watch the girl touch herself… Watch himself do so. The illusion wasn’t so great that he could pretend it wasn’t him, but he was so worked up it didn’t matter that much.

Keeping one hand where it is, Zeek slid the other under the pantyhose, under the panties before grunting in frustration. His dick was taped back, though that didn’t stop it from hardening uncomfortably in that position. “Fuck it, I can just redo it.” he told himself, moving to pull down the panties hose, followed by the panties, no thought for what he was about to experience by removing the tape.

Before he could start the minor self harm with pulling tape off, Zeek heard a knock on the door, followed by his sister’s voice. “Ezme, you need to hurry up in there, we need to get your sexy ass ready for your man.”

“Dammit.” he half whispered. “Need more time, can you ahh, I just need more time, please leave me alone for a bit.” Zeeks said, starting and failing to come up with an excuse to send her away.

“Are you okay in there?” Liz tried the door handle, not planning on opening the door at all, not wanting to see what was going on, only to put a stop to it. To her own relief and her brothers, the door itself was locked, still she continued to jiggle the handle. “More time? Oh, is it your time of the month cuz? You can have one of my tampons, they are in the cabinet under the sink.”

Clenching his jaw and squeezing his hands into fists the pantyhose wearing young man tried to make his sister drop dead with a thought, but when nothing happened he pulled the feminine attire back up. “I’m coming out!” he said, raising his voice in irritation, the hardness of his male member fading away while his arousal only partially followed suite, it now accompanied a great deal of sexual frustration.

“Yeah you are.” Eliza whispered to herself before the bathroom door shot open. “There you are, come on, we got more to do!”

Back in the bedroom a figure-hugging little black dress was zipped on, followed by his feet **** into a pair of bright red patent leather court shoes with a inch and a half platform and five inch stiletto heel. To say that Zeek felt uncomfortable would be an understatement, the high heels, the tallest and thinnest yet that he had worn, had a vice-like grip upon his feet, his toes being crushed to fit a shoe size 0.5 sizes too small for him.

“I can’t wear these, I will break my neck and I think they are too small.” Zeek complained.

“You look good enough to eat. You just do what we practiced and I promise you will be fine.” Thea said, stepping closer, grabbing ahold of one of his arms and pressing herself up to it. Zeek had been taller than his crush for a while, her being shorter than his five foot eight by two inches. Now he felt like he towered over her with his current footwear.

As with their normal dynamic, Thea being the good cop, Liz was the bad, wanting to keep him mentally, emotionally off balance. Scoffing Eliza rolled her eyes. “You will get used to them, or not, doesn’t really matter. What does matter though is they make you look hot and I know that is your goal. Ezme, tell me how you want to look hot for your date.” She ordered.

“Go ahead, I want to hear you say it too.” Thea whispered, still holding herself up against him.

“I want to look hot for my date.” Zeek said with no real passion in his voice, Thea’s encouragement only working so far for motivation.

Crossing her arms Liz shook her head. “Tonight, you Ezme are going to do whatever your date wants. He wants a kiss, you kiss. He wants his tongue down your throat, you don’t just let it happen, you make sure he knows how much you enjoy it. I don’t care if he wants to bend you over the table at the restaurant and fuck you in public, you will do so with a smile on your face or your life is fucking over.”

“Hey!” Zeek said with a panicked voice. “I said what you wanted! You can’t make me do… I’m not having sex with him!”

Not able to control herself, Thea let go of Zeek and moved to go sit on the bed so that she had a moment to school her face. Like Eliza, she didn’t expect much touching at all to happen on the date. While snapped her fingers on one hand before pointing directly at her brother’s face.

“Girlie, you are going to do what you are told or I swear you will be spending every day while Dad is gone out on a date with a new man. You literally assaulted me, cutting my hair just because you were jealous or maybe it was just because you have no fucking empathy. I’m not trying to teach you a lesson about being a better person, no, no. Dad thinks that is what we are doing here, but you dear Ezekiel are being punished. Far as I’m concerned if your dweeb friend sticks his dick in your ass you tell him to fuck you harder, because if you don’t there wont be a future for you. Just every single person you know looking at you, knowing what you get up to. A hell of a price considering there will be no way Dad lets you stay in this house after and don’t you dare even think that I will go down with you. No, no, not happening.”

Liz verbally ripped her sibling a new one, making sure he fell low to her authority. Part of it was because of what he had just done, but it was also a build up of years and years of dealing with his shit that had just been left unchecked and if she was honest with herself a part of it would be because deep down she blamed him for their mother’s ****. It wasn’t a conscious thought and there was nothing reinforcing it, just a little girl growing up without her mother and not understanding why. Why was she gone, why was she left with a brother like him.

“I don’t…” Warning bells were going off in Zeek’s mind, positive she was about to send that email he had stopped her from sending earlier. That she was going to do that and here he was stuck with a wig glued to his head and large breasts. He thought maybe he could peel them off, but Thea had mentioned it ripping his skin off. “Okay, okay.” he took a few deep breaths, or as deep as he could with his waist so compressed. “Please cousin.” he swallowed as he held a shaky smile on his face, lilting his voice like he has had to do for the Ezme voice. “Can you help me look hot for Calvin? I want to look perfect for him.”

There was no off switch for Liz’s explosion, she hadn’t meant to go off on him like that. She thought he had been tamed, but the resistance to her control had just set her off. If Thea had asked earlier about sending him off on a date with an internet rando, than she would have said no, but part of her felt like it was okay for her to be the bad guy. She had constantly worked hard, smiling and acting strong for her dad and for the little shit. Their father gave her some special treatment, but she put in the effort while he did nothing, worse than nothing he caused problems. ‘I’m okay with being the villain in his story.’ she thought to herself. “Good, I’m glad to see you are being serious about this, Ezme.”

The rant her friend just gave was a bit worrying to Thea so she moved from Zeek to her, not that the bedroom was overly large to whisper to her friend. “Hey, you okay?”

Liz bumped her shoulder into her friend’s as she whispered back, leaving Zeek standing nervously, not sure if things were about to get worse for him. “Yeah… I was just.” she shook her head slightly and pressed her lips into a line. “Remembering things like the time he pushed me off a swing when we were kids, my Dad worried I had broken my leg, but it had only been a sprain. Still he only told the little shit to play nicer and not so rough and just so many more things like that.”

“Yeah, but still…” Thea remembered the specific instance Liz was talking about, she hadn’t been there for it, but remembered her friend coming to school the next day on crutches.

“Thea…” Liz moved so her back was to her brother so she could look the slightly shorter woman in the eye. “He has always been like that, really I don’t care if he has to suck a few cocks. Hell at least then he would be doing something to make someone’s life better for once in his life.”

The slight curl on Liz’s lips at the statement had Thea doing the same, the half joke finding some resonance within her. “Alright, I’m with you.”

Nothing discussed between the two was relayed to Zeek, the private little conference only making him worry some more, though he hoped his future girlfriend had calmed his sister the fuck down so she would be a little less insane. He always knew it was there beneath the surface, her perfect little act never fooling him, but right now was not the time to rock the boat.

The tense moment soon passed and he found himself sitting once more in front of his sister’s vanity to have his eyebrows painstakingly waxed and tweezed into high, thin arches, yelping each time Liz roughly ripped away the wax strip from his brow, eyes watering as his hairs were callously plucked to give the perfect arch.

Like a yin to Liz’s yang, Thea was meanwhile giving the troubled young man a relaxing manicure, complete with cuticle work and massage; the soft comfort of her hands against Zeek’s helping him weather the trials brought by hurricane Eliza. Once the cuticles were snipped away and tidied, Thea brought out a pack of almond-shaped false nails that soon had a coating of nailpolish in the same shade of bright red as glossy red high heels he had been **** into wearing. It was not a relaxing sequence of events for Zeek, the pain had been tolerable, but not something he expected, so much as flinching earned him a comment from his sister about being a baby and seeing his nails altered had somehow changed the appearance of his hands completely. It made no sense, they were the same hands, sure he didn’t work out, or do manual labor, but he was a boy and just changing his nails so they were longer, in an oval shape and a glossy red shouldn't make it look like he was a girl… or at least he wanted to believe that, what he had been seeing in the mirror the last two days told him something different.

Thea matched the corresponding nail to the correct finger before wiping ‘Ezme’s’ nails with a cleanser, then brushed on some industrial-strength nail glue and swiftly pressed the nails in place, oiling the cuticles and providing another little massage after they were firmly affixed. Once one hand was done, she moved onto the next.

“You have such lovely slender fingers, May-May.” Thea added a little extra to the feminine nickname, seeing if he would rebuke, but when none came she continued. “And these nails would feel divine raking along somebody’s back.” Thea added a bit of what she hoped was an alluring tease, to assist in keeping him compliant. She couldn’t imagine one of her brothers putting up with a fraction of what Zeek had thus far.

“Alright, time to do your hair. I’m thinking you’ll want to do something with a bit of elegance, a bit formal. Why don’t you show us one of the updos you’ve been working on?” Liz instructed.

Zeek just gave his sibling the stink eye, huffed, and ran his hand through his fake long blond hair, rubbing in some argan oil as it was handed to him before brushing it. Taking care of the hair was an incredible pain, having to then spritz it with a heat-resistance spray before separating it into sections with alligator clips that his sister assisted with allow him to more easily straighten it. All of that was work he had to do before he even started to style the hair and he couldn't wait to go back to his normal routine, or lack there of when the wig was gone.

Once the flowing locks were straight enough, he made three attempts to gather it around the back of his head before he was successful, looping his hair around a can of hairspray before fastening it into place with a multitude of pins, he imagined his sisters hair curler would do the job better, but the girl in the video he had watched a few times had done this, so he followed suite. He had left some hair to the right side of his face to remain free, instead curling it slightly to make it wavy. Once finished, he sprayed a healthy amount of hairspray as he was so diligently taught to do so, securing his ‘do in place.

Liz and Thea applauded once he was finished. “Girl, you really picked that up quickly!” Thea encouraged.

Zeek just rolled his eyes. “I’m not some dumb ditz, this isn’t difficult. Watch a video, try it, watch it again and so long as someone has more than two brain cells to rub together it isn’t hard.”

“Aww.” Liz gave a mock pout. Don’t say that Eliza, I’m sure a bimbo like you has at least four brain cells. With your brilliance I can see you really have learned something! You have a bright future as a hairdresser methinks!” She didn’t particularly look down on anyone working in a salon working on people’s hair, they had to go to school and be state certified, but at the same time she doubted her brother held them in the same light.

“Okay, my turn, let’s get you looking glam as fuck, May-May!” Thea gently caressed Zeek’s pre-moisturised, pre-toned, pre-primed face with an avalanche of different brushes. “You are going to need to practice this more, a girly girl like you not being able to do this for herself is just out of place. He kept his eyes and mouth closed for the most part, not wanting to see or engage in anything that was happening to him, not that he had a lot of choice. Opening his eyes when ordered, then his mouth to feel the lipstain applied, catching glimpses of his despairing expression as it was diligently feminized further.

Meanwhile, Thea showered Zeek with compliments, continuing to use the name May-May. Her saying how clear and soft ‘her’ skin was, how big and pretty ‘her’ eyes were, how cute ‘her’ nose was, how plump, luscious ‘her’ lips were, remarking “They’re just begging to be kissed.”

After she was done, Zeek beheld just how glamorous Thea had made ‘Ezme’ look, the college student having gone all out to give him a subdued yet perfectly-crafted evening look complete with heavy natural eyeshadow, wing-tip eyeliner, and a pair of false eyelashes which gave off a very natural feel. The lips of the girl in the mirror drew his attention, although naturally plump, were made to look as if they’ve always been double their size. He had seen himself in the mirror looking feminine, too much like a girl, but now he looked… the girl in the mirror, she captivated him to the point he just stood there in a daze as the two girls continued to treat him like a doll.

The final steps Thea and Liz took were by far the easiest with Zeek unmoving and compliant. A pair of long white-gold pointed cone earrings were clipped to his lobes, and he was practically doused in perfume, targeting the key areas of his wrists, inner-elbows, neck, jaw and behind the ears; the goal being that Calvin should be able to smell Ezme coming before you even saw him, but at least the perfume was a very pleasant smell, Zeek took in a deep breath. Despite the volume he thought the girls were putting on him it wasn’t suffocating or overpowering, a suit fruity aroma that felt more enticing than something he would turn his nose up at.

“Oh my God. May-May… you’re stunning! Give us a twirl, girl!”, Thea enthusiastically clapped, genuinely taken aback by how hot Zeek looked all dolled up as Ezme for a date.

“Wooo, way to go, lil’ cuz! Calvin’s one lucky guy; he’s gonna be all over you!”, Liz mocked, laughter audible in her tone.

“Please. Zeek held his arms slightly out to the side, palms open as he slowly turned in place. “I’m begging you, don’t make me do this… I just can’t go on a date with fucking my best friend!”

“Settle down there girl.” Liz laughed. “Haven’t even been on one date yet and you are thinking of stealing my brothers best friend and fucking him. I mean, you do you or him as it were, but… Nah, never mind. You are going to have so much fun on your date, I just know it. I also know you are going to smile and act all happy through the entire date, because if I hear otherwise…”

Zeek could practically hear the words “or else” that had been unsaid, but still he continued his plea, as a memory of Calvin talking about how he wondered what a blow job felt like. They didn’t talk a lot about sexual things, but despite their age they had been drunk a few times in highschool and Zeek very much wished that at least his own brain wouldn’t make his current situation worse. “Liz… There’s just no way I can go through with this!” Zeek pleaded, desperation and dread permeating from his pores.

“This is happening whether you want it to or not. Now you stop being such a whiny little bitch and get onboard. The correct perspective for you should be you being grateful that I’ve actually managed to score you your first ever date?” Liz berated.

The line about scoring him a first date made Thea snicker. She knew he was a bit of a loser when it came to a dating life, but didn’t realize it had been so bad that he had been actually dateless up to this point in his life.“Oh I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Actually it’ll be pretty fun, I reckon. He’s Zeeky’s best friend, right? So you two should get on really well.” Thea pretended to reason things out like his false persona was real.

“But…” Zeek shifted uncomfortably from his situation and things his mind told him were to come. “But what if he tries anything? What if he tries to kiss me?!” retorted Zeek.

“Then you fucking kiss him!” Liz rolled her eyes, believing that despite their age the **** date would be like middle schoolers going on their first date, too afraid to look at one another for too long, let alone touch. “I don’t give a shit if he ends up taking you to a goddamn sex dungeon! You are going out with Calvin and you are going to make sure he has fun!” she shouted, years of frustration with her brother and his best friend bubbling over.

‘Fucking little creep deserves a prank of his own, a little embarrassment is still nicer than some of the shit him and his hanger on have done.’ Liz thought about Calvin. The boy had seemingly never matured past grade school, with his method of showing affection involving being as obnoxious as possible to win a girl’s attention. Eliza had been the victim of numerous ‘pranks’ before, often at Calvin’s own hand as he vied for her affection; finally getting one over that little reprobate made Liz’s heart palpitate in a way she never knew it could.

Zeek looked completely despondent, like he had just received news that his father had died, and tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes.

‘Aw shit, my makeup! Gotta cheer her up fast!’ Thea thought, not wanting all her hard work to be ruined, an idea suddenly springing to mind. “Well it’d be a good thing actually if you kiss or do anything naughty with him, May-May.” She said out loud before leaning in close, one of her hands coming to rest on his stomach as she whispered in his ear. “Cuz whatever you two do together, I’ll do with you when you get back from your date!”

Liz practically broke her neck with how quickly she whipped it round to give her bestie a look of shock and pure bewilderment, the intimate little whisper not being quite enough to keep her from hearing.

“Wha-… You really mean that?” Zeek said, pulled from his despondency and yanked right back to being captivated once more, his brain still throwing some alarms.

Thea slowly walked around her pray, her hand that was on his stomach ran to his hip, then around to his lower back as she continued to circle him till she could look into his, Ezme’s green eyes before taking his hands in her own. “Promise. Whatever. And I do mean whatever…”

Zeek’s heart was in his throat. Finally, a guarantee that he would be receiving some of the affection he had desired off of Ezme for so long. Sure, he would have to kiss a guy, his best friend no less, and it would be one massive hurdle to get across, but if he could finally lock lips with the girl of his dreams… the proverbial fire alarms warning him in his mind were turned off, despite the fire, the **** feminization continued.

“I guess… one little date couldn’t hurt…”

“Good.”Liz spoke up, not enjoying seeing her friend being so hands on with him, even if her agreed role was to keep him compliant. “Now you just do whatever Calvin asks of you. I’m gonna be interviewing him about the date later, and I want nothing but glowing reviews, you hear?” Liz ordered.

As if saying his name Liz had summoned him the doorbell rang. *DING-DONG*

“Ah, right on cue. Now hurry on down there, Missy. Don’t keep the man of your dreams waiting.” Liz ordered, gesturing to the bedroom door.

“OHDEAROHGODOHFUCKICAN’TBELIEVEI’MDOINGTHIS!” Zeek rambled, his words falling over one another as his lips tried to keep up with his mind. With a deep breath, Zeek steeled himself for this nightmare before he could spend time with Thea, his dream and made his way out of the room.

‘Remember, straight back, one foot in front of the other, sway your hips, chest out, keep a steady pace so you don’t trip’, Zeek reminded himself, hearing his own high heeled footsteps on the hardwood of the house as he made his way downstairs and to the front door.

Meanwhile, back up in Liz’s room, his sister was taking issue with her partner-in-crime’s pledge. “You’re really going to do whatever that little bitch does with Calvin right back to him?”

“I mean, yeah.” Theadora shrugged her shoulders, only looking her friend in the eye for a moment before looking away..

Liz rolled her eyes as she scoffed. “That’s so gross! What if you end up having to see his dick or something?”

Thea laughed at the notion, positing, “You really think those virgins are gonna do anything? Calvin’s too chicken shit to try anything more than a peck on the cheek goodnight.”

“…I guess you’re right. Though I did add some things to the purse Zeek is going to use just to fuck with him when he looks in there later. C’mon, let’s not miss the show.”

As Liz and Thea left to watch Zeek suffer, the latter thought to herself, ‘Well, the way May’s looking… Maybe a little kiss might not be such a bad thing…’

*DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG DING-DONG* The doorbell rang over and over again with Zeek standing on the other end, just staring at the closed door to his house feeling paralyzed. He had just been pumped up, but as he got closer to the door he faltered. ‘This is insane, this is just crazy! Come on, come on we have to do this. If I don’t Calvin will know anyhow and so will everyone…’

Calvin was up to his usual immature trick of hammering on the doorbell when nobody answered within ten seconds, smirking to himself as one thumb continuously jabbed at the button, the other hand grasping a bouquet of flowers. However his dinging and donging came to an abrupt halt when the door opened and his eyes befell the beauty that was to be his date.He has seen pictures on the dating site, but seeing Ezme in person was something else.

The girl standing on the other side of the door was slim yet curvaceous, the lines of her body exemplified by the form-fitting black dress that left her arms bare and stopped at mid thigh, her long legs covered in dark hose, her perched in shiny red heels that left her just slightly taller than himself. Her perfect blonde hair was in some kind of fancy style to keep it away from her gorgeous yet uncannily-familiar face; she truly did look like another member of his buddy’s immediate family, but a hot one at that. She even smelled amazing, her potent perfume filling Cal’s greedy nostrils.

Cal was completely floored and speechless as his mind tried to process the fact that he would now be embarking on a date with a creature so breathtaking; one who had to be the one to break the ice as he just couldn't find the words.

“Calvin?” He heard her say his name, her voice was eerily familiar, sounding a bit like Zeek’s. Figuring it to be a family thing, Cal came back to his senses.

“Oh yep and I think we went over how you can call me Cal. I really, umm. Really enjoyed talking to you so far, I didn’t even know the Downings had a hot cousin, Zeek never told me about you. I can see why; those pictures online don’t do you justice… Oh I got these for you!” Cal presented the inexpensive bouquet robotically.

“Oh, err, thanks…” Zeek said, his heart beating fast enough that he thought it could power a jet engine. His own nervousness making him oblivious to his friend verbally stumbling, only feeling the weight of his eyes and the horror of being called hot. Not being recognized was the best case scenario, but at the same time it felt incredibly bad that his best friend didn’t even see him.

‘Ezme’ gingerly grabbed the offered flowers, unsure what to do with them, but luckily Eliza appeared on the scene to take them.

“How very thoughtful, Calvin. I guess there was a gentleman in there after all. I’ll put these in some water for you, lil’ cuz.” she said, taking note that the boy next door hadn’t even bothered to wear a collared shirt, only wearing dark, though clean jeans with dress shoes, a white t-shirt and brown blazer. Stepping a little closer and leaning in she whispered in her brother's ear.

“Ah, hehe.” Cal chuckled nervously, unsure what to say to Eliza. He didn't expect a real date, and had actually gotten the flowers for her, but he had been on the back foot since he saw Ezme in person and couldn’t seem to mentally catch up.Seeing the two lean into one another as they whispered didn’t do his will power any favors as it tried to quash his imagination from going wild.

“Remember, whatever he wants, you do. I want to hear nothing but praise from him. Cuz you know what’ll happen if there isn’t. Oh, and don’t go blabbing to him about who you are underneath all of that. If he works out who you really are, then the whole world will be in on the joke as well, capiche?” Liz whispered to her brother like they were conspiring.

Zeek gulped, and answered, “Y-yes…” while his eyes stayed locked forward looking into his friends face, pleading for this to not only be over, but for his identity to stay secret the new parameters throwing out his idea of trying to play this off as a prank or a bet.

“Yes, who?” Liz’s lips curled up into a smile.

“Yes, cousin.”

“Good girl.” Liz gave a light slap to her brother's rear before looking past him to Calvin once more. “You take care of her now.”