Chapter 9

“That’s great, Zeeky, now turn slightly to your left… turn your face towards me a little… lift up your right foot… there we go! Now smile! Bigger than that, lovely! There we are, that’s it! Gorgeous!” Thea complimented her model. It had been her turn to tell Zeek how to pose as she and Liz snapped picture after picture on their phones of the feminized young man.

Zeek’s hair had been let down after a bevy of photos were taken of him wearing pigtails. He was dressed in a beautiful, flowing yellow sundress that his sister barely ever wore, saying it was too tight in the chest and offered it to him as a gift. Considering that the bra he was wearing was padded to near overspill with more pairs of tights, Zeek couldn’t complain about that discomfort, only eeriness from the sensation of the summer breeze wafting across his bare legs from under the dress. Everyone had felt the wind, but he had never felt it like this. The gentle touch of the light breeze across his bare legs, flowing up under the dress like he was standing over a vent. Men didn’t ware dresses, what men did was admire girls when they wore their pretty outfits, but here he was having to admit to himself that the cotton dress might have been the most comfortable piece of clothing he had ever worn.

What was uncomfortable however was the very thing the prettiest girl he had ever met helped him with. When he had been in the bathroom she watched the video he had already seen a handful of times and had him stand up before she pulled down the underwear he was wearing. It was the first time he had been so exposed to a girl since he was in diapers. Her warm hands touching his cock and balls had made him go from flaccid, to chubby to rock hard in the matter of seconds, an ocean of feelings hit him at that moment, that Theadora fucking Abara was touching his dick was the highlight of his life up to that moment.

Instead of things progressing like he wanted she had tossed cold water on him, or more accurately wrapped a cold wet washcloth on his member telling him he had to cool down, but left hope by mentioning something about later. With her help his testicles were pushed up into his body, his empty ball sack had been wrapped around his dick before it being shoved between his legs and held in place by the yellow panties. The view in front of the underwear was unsettling, as was the feeling of it. The video talked about tape or something called an unclockable, whatever that was to keep himself in place, but he didn’t have either in the bathroom.

The next thing that was less than comfortable were the high heels he was wearing; five inch cork wedge sandals with a two inch platform that had thick white leather straps. He had never felt so tall before, with the shoes being over six feet tall, but had also never felt so awkward trying to walk on the balls of his feet. It didn’t take long before his feet started to ache from being raised so high. It took the help of both the girls to keep him stable as they moved him to the backyard, because no fashion show was complete without photos. The photos that they already had and Thea had kept him behaving, he hated doing this, knowing it only gave his sister more ammo, but what could he do.

Zeek thought the big floppy sun hat would be a godsend and help hide his face, but no, it was positioned to accentuate his face or only partially obscure it, adding a sense of mystery and allure and glamour to the photos or so said Liz.

Even so, his tormentors made sure to get up close for several face shots, highlighting the amazing work Thea had done with his makeup, touching it up and adding more contour, highlight and eyeshadow to further feminize his face.

All of that was a lot, and would have been more than enough, but after the first single shot of him in the backyard with the pigtails still in his sister had made a declaration. “We messed up, Thea, we forgot to accessorize! Liz had been sure that she fixed the so-called problem by sliding gold bangle bracelets on his wrists, and clipping a pair of long, dangling gold earrings to his ears via the use of clip-on adaptors.

“Okay, my turn!”, Liz announced, thinking about the next pose for her new doll. “Hmmm, let’s get you up against that tree. Now put your hands behind your butt. Stand up straight, chest out, no… I said chest out, good. Rest your right foot against the trunk. Now chin up. Smile. SMILE little sister. That’s better.”

Liz snapped a smorgasbord of pictures from a bevy of angles, uploading them immediately to her password-protected cloud drive should her brother somehow get a hold of her phone.

“Alright, how about a change in hairstyle again? I’m thinking a side braid. We can head inside to your vanity so you can set it yourself. You better pay attention, Zeek, this will be a good lesson for you.”

The boy was so thankful for their high fence in the backyard so that no one could see him, he wasn’t sure what he would do if they wanted to go to the front, saying no was getting more dangerous of an option with every photo that was taken.

After both ladies had their fill of photos of Zeek with this new hairstyle, one he was made to style himself after the girls taught him how, they were finally getting around to finishing their photoshoot, but standing out there looking at her sibling Liz had a thought. “You know, you really are pretty. It is a shame you weren’t born a girl.”

The words were like daggers into Zeek, his thoughts of his sister not really being a threat the night before had proven so very wrong, he would say he would want to die, but he just needed to push past this, be a man about it so he could get his woman.

“Yeah.” Liz nodded, seeing him touch the tree to keep his balance in her shoes. “Having you around will be a lot of fun, but everyone knows I don’t have a sister. So while Daddy is gone I think you are more like my cousin than my brother right now.” she laughed. “In fact, I think you need a new name”.

“Wait, how long do you expect me to wear this dress? Wait, wait, wait, a new name, Why? Are you such an airhead you forgot your own sibling’s name?” Zeek responded to the sudden rush of insanity from his sister.

“From now on, you ARE my cousin, got it?! You’re not Ezekiel, you’re… Ezme! My cousin, Ezme Downings!”.

“Ezme?! That’s such a lame name. Can’t you think of anything more original?”.

“Daddy and Mom liked using old names or biblical names…” Liz rolled her wrist as she waved the general idea around. “So you are Esme till I say otherwise, that is how long. You of course have another option, but we both know you want to keep your private life private.”

“I think it’s nice”, Thea interjected, once more playing good cop to Liz’s bad cop, slinking up to Zeek. “Esme Downings, has a beautiful ring to it. Such a cute name for a cute girl!” She leaned in and gave Zeek a pert kiss on the cheek. Were this a cartoon, Zeek’s eyes would have popped out of his sockets, his tongue rolled out his mouth, and steam blown out his ears.

“I mean, Esme isn’t so bad, I guess it’s not so bad.”

Liz couldn’t help but chuckle at how whipped her brother, or “cousin” was. Thea was disciplined enough to keep her laughter in check.

“Wonderful, Ezme. I’m happy you could come visit.” Liz mocked again.

“So are we done? Can I take this crap off?” Zeek asked, exasperated by his ordeal.

Liz put her phone into her back pocket, moving up to her feminized sibling to hold his face her fingers touching the back of his neck so she could look into his green eyes with her own. Makeup did such a good job transforming them into something more alluring that she was sure could drive men wild. “But why would you want to, Ezme. They’re your clothes, I can’t wear that underwear anymore and the dress doesn’t fit and my gosh do you pull the look off. You can just walk about everywhere in your underwear, or naked! So I tell you what cous, you can keep borrowing my shoes and you can keep that pretty dress on. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Oh c’mon, give me a break, will you? I can’t stay like this forever!”.

“No, not forever…but I did ask you something, does that sound nice, Ezme?!”

Pressing his lipgloss covered lips together in a pout that made Liz think she could make perfect if she had him practice a little more she saw her brother slowly down while she kept his head in her hands. “Yes…” Zeek replied with a great deal of hesitation.

The cogs in Liz’s mind were turning as she thought of a despicable new plan. Her brother was clearly incensed at having to wear girls' clothes. This had only been meant to be a one time thing, but she did have all the power here. ‘What if I made him wear them twenty four seven till Daddy came home?’ Her new cousin Ezme being around could work. It would be easy enough to fool people; Liz’s makeup skills were on par with Thea’s, so it wouldn’t be too hard to femme him up when her BFF wasn’t around. Plus she could teach him how to put on makeup himself, or at least touch it up.

Each added thought was put on the pile, all of them making the vengeance seeking young woman smile more and more. At first she had just been teasing him about staying dressed up, but it really could be a thing.

Dolled up, Zeek really did look like they could be a ‘Cousin Ezme’. It wouldn’t be too far fetched to pretend that Zeek had gone away, probably with their father on his work trip so that the patriarch could keep an eye on him. Meanwhile, the adorable Cousin Ezme had come over to visit and was staying in his room. “This is just too perfect!” Liz declared.

“I…” Zeek had the hardest time keeping his balance in the incredibly high wedges, but his complaints had been dismissed with Liz saying how wedges were the easiest to handle, but she had been wearing heels for practically her entire life or at least her teen life, this was the first pair he had ever worn and the pair of girls had thrown him in the deep end. “I don’t think it is Liz, not at all.”

In her pondering Liz had stepped away from her brother, hearing what he had to say she just flicked her hand in the air as if his concerns were worth less than nothing. “Shh Ezme, we both know thinking isn’t your strong suit. Now keep quite while I work this out.”

“Yeah.” Liz responded to her own internal thoughts after the dismissal of her prisoner. “And because Ezme.” She pointed at him as if he had forgotten the horrible name she was giving him. “That is you. Well since she is such a sweet, caring, honest, hardworking girl, she is going to volunteer of her own free will to do all the household chores, be that cleaning, cooking, doing the laundry, taking out the garbage, etc. Because if she didn’t, things could get very hairy for Zeek, especially where his father was concerned.”

Seeing the look of horror on Zeek’s face Thea was going to say sorry to him, not that she would have meant it. Wearing some clothes and doing chores still seemed pretty light of a punishment for brutalizing his sister’s hair. Sure she pulled off her new look, but he had no way of knowing that when he took scissors to it. Instead she saw him fall on his ass as he tried taking a stomping step towards Liz.

“Thea, how’s your schedule looking? Would you be able to help me with a little project?”

“I think I’ve got the time. What do you have in mind?” Thea replied, Liz whispering her whole plan to her, a devious smirk breaking out on her face that even she couldn’t hide.

All while Zeek sat on the grass, his legs spread out as he looked at his smooth legs coming out of the yellow dress, his feet in the wedge heels that looked like they would be a great deal heavier than they actually were. His shoulders slumped as he saw the two conspiring against him, he knew Thea was on his side, but she obviously had an interest that he would like to say he wasn’t on board with, yet he had jumped at her word and it had spiraled out of control. Liz was the real problem and as much as Thea seemed to like him, an incredible surprise, it didn’t seem she was willing to cross her best friend for him.

Looking at Zeek out of the corner of her eye Theadora nodded once. “Well that sounds like a plan. Count me in”, she answered.

Hearing some sort of agreement between them Zeek focused on his tormentors. “What’s going on, what are you two planning?” his voice and expression betraying his nervousness.

“Okay, so here’s how your week is going to go…” Liz began.

One explanation later, and even through his makeup you could see how white Zeek’s face was. “You… you can’t be serious?! I’m not some fucking **** for you to push around, or doll for you to play with!” Zeek spat.

“Well you really don’t have any choice in the matter, do you?”, Liz responded, her attitude cocky, knowing that she had won already.

Zeek racked his brains for anything, any kind of dirt he had on Liz that he could use against her to get out of this sticky situation, but he had already been scraping the recesses of his mind for such information; there was just no way out of this mess except doing whatever Liz told him to do. He looked into his crushes brown eyes, mouthing the word “Help”

Shaking her head Theadora walked closer to help the dress wearing young man up to his heeled feet. “I am, the first idea was worse, trust me.”

With a heavy sigh Zeek shifted slightly, needing to get to the bathroom to fix yet another problem, the tuck just coming undone from his fall and now that he was standing it was even more uncomfortable than before. “I guess not…” Zeek confirmed, his will crushed.

“Aww, don’t be sad, my sweet little Ezme. At least I’ll be around to spend time with you.” Thea consoled, holding the newly dubbed Ezme’s hands in her own, herself looking forward to all the fun she was going to have with the twerp, who was blushing beet red.

“That-that might be nice…”

“Well, Thea, now that’s all been sorted, what do you say we move this phoshoot to another location? And another outfit for my dear, sweet cousin, hm?”, Liz spoke up.

Zeek shuddered, dreading the hell that awaited him.

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