She lets him go.

It's only a concert, after all... What's the harm in it?

"Fine. I will cover for you this ONE time. But be more careful in the future."

Relief washes over Assim's face immediately. He jumps up and down, thanking you repeatedly.

"THANK YOU AMIRA, I WILL NOT FORGET THIS! YOU ARE THE BEST SISTER IN THE WORLD!" You can't help but smile at his words.

Your brother has always been a bit... flamboyant.

You recall walking in on him when you were younger whilst he was getting changed and being shocked at how effeminate he looked... It was the first time you had ever seen a male penis, and even then you thought it looked a bit small.

Tiny, even. You remember your reaction to this day. Surely not all men are like that...?

Assim, bless his heart, screeched and desperately tried to cover himself. But it was too late. His own sister had seen his manhood... or lack thereof.

You hate to say it but in that instant all of the years of your brother being teased by the other boys suddenly made sense. He was small-framed, hairless, weaker than the other boys, gullible and had a naturally girly voice. Everything about him was pathetic, in all honesty.

He was closer to a girl than a true man. And for a brief few moments, you actually wondered what he might look like as a girl.

Quite pretty, actually. Seeing your brother in these tight jeans has reignited these thoughts... I wonder how far this interest in feminine clothing goes...?

By the time you're brought back to reality, your brother has stopped jumping around thanking you and looks a bit more serious. "Amira, I won't forget this... I mean it. You need me to cover for you, anything, I will do it."

You consider his words carefully. You might just make use of that one day...

"I bet you will, now go off to your friends and stop pestering me."

His thank yous continue as he leaves the door, you're pretty sure he was still saying it as he was walking down the street.

But enough distractions. It's time to leave for work.