Chapter 8

“So. Eliza crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as she looked her sibling over, incredibly relieved to no longer see an erection in the panties he wore, she was positive Liz was positive she would have just left, closing the door behind her if he was still turned on. “Care to explain why when I leave the house for forty minutes to buy us the food we need to survive, you ended up in my drawers? Rummaging through them and… Not just stealing my underwear and a bra, but putting them on. Gawwd, what else of mine would you be wearing if Thea didn’t come in here catching you?”.

“I-I-I-”, Zeek stammered, nearly hyperventilating.

Liz loved seeing this new side to her brother; never before had she seen him so floundering, so scared, so submissive. Fortunately for him though, Thea came to his rescue.

“It’s all my fault.” While Theadora was not within arms length of the pantie wearing boy she still reachout out longingly, feeling like she should win a best actress award for her performance. “Zeeky was just looking so adorable with his hair, so then I started playing with it, then one thing led to another and I’d done his makeup and convinced him to get into your undies. I’m sorry for getting into your personal stuff, hon”, she explained.

“Y-yeah, it was all Thea’s idea!”, Zeek pointed accusingly at his seductress, turning to see a disappointed scowl on her face.

‘OH SHIT, COCK-BLOCKING MYSELF, ABORT, ABORT!’ he thought quickly pivoting, “Sorry, I mean, errr… it was all me, I… didn’t realise they were your panties…?” his voice squeaked as he mentioned the article of clothing he was now wearing, disgust running through him that he was wearing his sisters underwear.

In the awkward, dumb-founded silence that immediately followed, you could have heard a pin drop. Liz restraining herself from glaring at her friend for covering for her brother. They didn’t exactly plan out what to say at this point, but she had such perfect **** on him she didn’t know why Thea would give him an out, thankfully she could use what her simp of a brother said.

“Thea you don’t need to cover for Zeek, the little pervert.” She let out an exasperated sigh that was a bit overly dramatic for the moment. “You…” she shook her head in her siblings direction all while she was pleasantly surprised how he actually looked with his clear complexion and hairless body in the feminine underwear. “You didn’t realise… they were my panties… when you took them… from my room… from my underwear drawer? That’s such a lame excuse I think I’m having an aneurysm.” Pressing a few fingers to her temples Liz paced a few feet to the left before doing the same to her right like she was dumbfounded and needed a moment to process what was going on. All while Zeek looked on his mind not kicking into gear and wishing he was wearing something else, him too panicked to consider grabbing his clothing off the ground. Thea did her best to not give anything away while her friend was being a bit too much.

“Zeeky, hon, it’s okay.” Thea reassured Zeek, moving closer to pat his hand. Even she felt bad for him given how dumb his response was.

“Okay… well horrible excuses aside, the fact of the matter is you’re still a little perv, parading about in my underwear. What would Dad have to say about this?” Liz asked, so happy she had bought the underwear for this trap and incredibly amused that since it was Zeek’s money that was used to buy them, he was technically wearing his panties.

The feminized teen’s eyes opened wide in fright at the question that was really just a thinly veiled threat. “No! Don’t tell Dad! Pleeeaaase, don’t tell Dad! I’ll do anything!” Zeek pleaded, the desperation in his face and voice a sight to behold, that wished she could have a photo to relish.

“You already had to do anything and everything I told you, but these pictures will make sure of it. Or else I’m sending these directly to Dad and posting them on Facebook.” Liz then raised one arm in the air, slowly letting her hand drift to the side as if she was reading a banner. “Ezekiel Downings, towns sissy. I can just imagine the responses.”

“You-you wouldn’t! Liz, you know I'm not some sissy!”

“I don’t actually know that, but if you want to defy me, well… you can try me.”

The cold, steely, emotionless look in his sister’s eyes told Zeek how deadly serious she was.

“O… Okay, but your know I’m not though, right!? Thea, you know that!?” It wasn’t his idea, the stupid wig and shaving his body was what Liz made him do and then his time with Thea… she was so turned on by what they were doing and with the look she had given him when he was attempting to tell the truth made him think any chance he had with her would vanish if he doubles down and exposed the fetish she had.

“Hmmm, If you aren’t a perverted sissy then what are you?” Clapping her hands together once Liz widened her eyes. “That must mean you actually do want to be my little sister! Thea did you hear that?! Zeek wants to be a girl!”

“Wa… wait, no, no that isn’t what I said.” Thea was still at his side and his sister hadn’t gotten any closer, but feeling like the walls were closing in on him, Zeek took a few steps backward till he bumped up against the dresser in the room.

“No? Well it has to be one or the other. One makes you a deviant, someone I would have to report to Daddy, the other is just a confession of who you are, someone I would celebrate. You tell me, are you a pervert, or do you want to be a girl?”

Zeek shook his head, neither were true. He was just horny and Thea was the one with the kink… He thought of what he had done for her, his eyes sliding across the room to look at her with pleading eyes, but she had already come forward to protect him and he had pulled her right into the firing line before salvaging things. He wanted to think that his sister didn’t believe either of the things were true about him, but he also was sure she was just dim enough to believe things in tabloid magazines. “What do you want me to say?”

“Just tell her the truth.” Thea sad softly. ‘If he tells Liz that I made him do it I will agree, but I will ask why he was so excited and eager, why didn’ the refuse to put on his sisters underwear.’ Thea planned.

“I…Zeek looked into his crushes' big brown eyes, feeling like they could just swallow him up. She was giving him an out, but losing any chance with her when he had been so close to being with her felt like too large of a sacrifice compared to his sister's games. “I want to be a girl.”

“How about that?” Liz mentally patted herself on her back. “Well as an older sister I have to look out for my little sis. Hmm I dunno, what do we do with her, Thea?” Liz turned to ask her friend.

“How about we finish what I started.’ Thea suggested.

‘Hell yes! Covering for her was the right call, Zeek you fucking genious!’ Things were suddenly looking up for the hormone driven young man.

Then something unexpectedly happy from Zeek’s point of view. The girls seemed to act in unison as they both gasped in excitement, turning to one another a giggled laugh filled the room before the talked over one another the perfect sync they had a second ago not quite lining up. “Fashion show!” Things were no longer looking up for Zeek.

“You stay right there sis!” Eliza pointed to her brother who now had no real way to escape the trap that had been sprung. “I think I have the perfect dress for you to wear! I bet you are so happy we are about the same size. Course I’m betting you know that, no way you haven’t snuck in here to borrow one of my dresses before.” She then paused, looking at her brother. “Do you have a favorite dress of mine you like?”

“Ahh…” Zeek’s eyes darted to the door feeling like a cornered animal very much in need of an escape. “Can’t say I do, how about ahh, you… just let you know, me and Thea do this and you umm go down stairs?”

“Oh you!” Liz declared opening up her closet, pulling out one dress after another. “Now that I know where all that aggression and stupid pranks come from I’m not going to just leave you be. You just wanted attention so people would really look at you, really see the real you. I’m just sorry I missed that. Though…” she turned from her closet, that doesn’t change what you did to my hair little sis, that was way way too far. You let your jealousy get the better of you and we still aren’t even on that count.”

Thea nodded, putting back one of the dresses her friend had taken out, making the decision that it wasn’t right before turning looking over her shoulder at her prey. “She is right, was a real bitch move.”

Zeek gulped, his eyes moving back to the open bedroom door, knowing he could flee from the room, but he didn’t have anywhere to go for safety. ‘I could avoid this if I lock myself in my room, but then she might just send those photos to Dad. Him seeing me in Liz’s underwear and with an erection he wouldn’t throw me out he would… fuck I don’t know but I know it will be really fucking bad. Think Zeek, think!’

“Hey!” Liz snapped her fingers in front of her brother's face who looked to be completely zoning out. “Hey, girlie. I want you to look up on your phone how girls like you tuck there umm, the boy parts. I know Drag Queens tuck or something, you need to go do that.”

“Hmm? Wait, you want me to… Liz, I'm not going to do that.”

She snapped her fingers in front of his face once more. “I wasn’t asking, do as you're told, I’m not going to ask a second time.”

He opened his mouth ready to snap back, but slowly he closed it, shifting his jaw as he finally had his excuse to leave the room, but now with an assigned mission. ‘Not going to ask a second time, the bitch didn’t ask at all!’

Not long after Zeek departed his sister’s room he sat on the toilet, phone in hand, the video he found explaining what his sister wanted to do replied for the fourth time. He didn’t feel like he had any cards to play in his situation, all roads leading to the fires of hell. Whimpering to himself he heard a knock at the bathroom door before Thea came in.

“Hey hon, you doing okay?”

Pressing pause on the screen he gave the pretty girl a sullen look. “Do I look okay?”

Thea pursed her lips a bit surprised he hadn’t put clothes on over the panties and bra, let alone leaving those on when he was out of sight of his sister. “Don’t be glum, you still look cute to me.”

“I thought we were gonna…” Zeek pointed his finger at the girl in the bathroom with him and then pointed himself. “You know, hook up, but now you want to do a fashion show with me in a dress or something.”

“Aww.” Thea closed the bathroom door behind her. “If I thought you would have put a dress on for me I would have asked. Mmm, I’m just happy you aren’t one of those men with such a fragile ego that they think a little makeup and some clothing makes them less of a man, because I was looking forward to what was happening in the bedroom earlier.” she said with a tinkle in her eye. It was only a partial lie, she had been looking forward to what they were doing in her friend's bedroom, but that had been about dressing him up and stabbing him directly in his ego, even if she had found it more alluring than anticipated.

“You were?” Zeek asked, feeling rather defeated.

“Aww Zeeky.” Thea moved closer, placing her palm on his cheek really loving how feminine he looked with the makeup as he looked up at her. “Couldn’t you tell how excited I was?”

“Yeah, of course I’m just… Just feeling down.” While he was right to feel depressed the attention Thea was giving him allowed Zeek to keep a small candle of hope alive.

“You know your sister, always blowing things up. You did wrong by her and she is getting her ****, how about you just play along for now so she doesn’t do something you both will regret. Can you do that for me?”

“I think… Yeah, I can do that, for you.” Zeek didn’t see any other choice, but the encouragement made him feel like there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

“Good.” Theadora smiled brightly, her smile and touch getting a smile in return from the feminized teen sitting in front of her. “How about I help get your manhood under control so you can have a nice flat front in your panties.”