Chapter 15

“Well look who’s doing the walk of shame!”, Liz called down from the upstairs banister as Zeek entered the house, indeed looking as if was coming back from a regretful one night stand, what with his sheepish demeanour and the fact he was holding his high heels in his hand.

“So, did you have fun?”Thea asked, always one to balance Liz’s mockery with genuine concern or at least it seemed genuine.

“No, not really…”, Zeek answered truthfully, scraping his tongue on his front teeth.

From the girl’s vantage point, the duo of torturers were unable to make out the finer details of Zeek’s appearance, such as the fact his makeup and hair were fixed but his dress was stained with semen, the soapy water in Cal’s bathroom not being enough to remove evidence of the night’s dalliances. Zeek headed to the kitchen, only for Liz to shout, “Wait right there, young lady!”

She and Thea descended the stairs while Zeek huffed and turned, a hand on his hip in a sassy, unconsciously feminine manner. When Liz reached her baby brother, she realized there was something off about his appearance.

‘Not the makeup, or the hair, no… they’re all fixed, but… the dress. There’s weird pale splotches all over the top of it. That could only be one of two things; pasta sauce, like an Alfredo or bechamel, possibly from dinner, or… You little slut, I can’t believe you actually did it!’ Liz mentally exclaimed, surprised at her own conclusion.

Liz grinned like the Grinch.

“Shame you didn’t enjoy your date. What did you get up to?” asked Thea, sharing a knowing look with Liz as she too had surmised the state of the dress.

“We just went to a restaurant. Choy’s, the Chinese one”.

“And?”, Liz pressed.

Feeling as if she was seeing right through him, Zeek didn't let go of his story though his wide eyed guilty look wasn't helping. “And that’s it.”

“Really, you didn’t do anything more romantic? Not even a smooch?”

‘Fuuuuck… I texted her about the kisses. Can’t tell her about the blowjob. I’ll never live it down. Will have to make sure Cal doesn’t let on, too. How? Can’t think, too tired… With my luck he will want a second blow job to not talk about the first one.’

“He kissed me in the restaurant. And that’s it”.

“Oh, really?”Liz said with mock surprise.

“Yeah, really?”

“You’re lying”

“I am not!” as he lied defending himself from the accusation of lying he scraped his tongue once more praying the slimy feeling in his mouth would go away.

“Yes, you are. Like I told you earlier, I’d be checking up on Calvin to see what he thought of your little date. And he told me all the dirty little details about what you got up to after dinner”.

“…You mean you know about-”

“Uh-huh”

Completely frazzled, Zeek completely accepted that Liz had caught him lying to her. If he was to save himself from her wrath, the only thing he could do was to own up to everything.

“He made me do it! It started off as just making out in his car, then we got to his place, and he took me up to his room, and he was all over me. He tried going for my panties, but YOU were the one who said I couldn’t get caught AND I had to leave him happy, so how could I refuse him when he asked me to suck him off?! That bastard used my head like a fucking fleshlight till he almost took my jaw off, so I had to step up and give him a pornstar blowie myself. Selfish prick didn’t even tell me he was gonna nut so he got it all in my mouth and over my face and in my hair and aaaalllllllll over this dress of yours! So are you happy? You’ve completely ruined my relationship with my best friend!”.

After venting, there was silence as Zeek panted, till Liz asked, “…And did you swallow?” her taking note that he said “my panties” as if admitting ownership.

“…There was nowhere for it to go…”

“Well… that was quite the confession. Thank you for confirming my suspicions”.

“Suspicions?! You said Cal had already told you everything!”

Liz shrugged at the accusation. “Dear, sweet, stupid brother. How would I have gotten the time to call Calvin after your date when you’ve literally just walked through the door?”

“I…”

Zeek’s mind scrambled from the trauma of the evening’s events, he didn’t have the mental faculties for basic logical reasoning like being aware of the simple passing of time. Shame and despair rose in him like mercury. He felt weak, helpless, having to hold onto the wall for support as the strength in his legs left him.

“But… how did you guess?”

“You came home with Liz’s dress stained, May-May. And very few things leave a stain like that”, Thea pointed out.

“And also, somebody forgot to use the mouthwash, didn’t they. Cumbreath is such an unattractive thing for a girl to have. Though I suspect a horny girl like you, it will become a regular thing.” Liz snarkily added.

Zeek indeed was too rattled to even consider how his breath smelled. His face now was a perfect blend of confusion and despair; a sight so pathetic that Liz couldn’t help but burst out into raucous laughter, bending over and gripping her knees to steady herself.

Between laughs, she mocked, “You- sucked- Cal’s- dick! You really are a little sissy-whore-cocksucker! Maybe we should put your ass out on the street or take you dogging in the woods! That way you’ll be able to suck as much peen as you want!”

Thea, too found humour in Zeek’s bewilderment, but still did her part to put a positive spin on things.

“It’s alright, May-May. Every girl that likes dick gets used to the taste of cum soon enough.”

These words of encouragement were not encouraging at all.

“I… I need to go to bed”, monotonically said Zeek, sweeping his feet like a zombie to the stairs.

“That’s right, Ezme, you’ve had a big day, run along to bed now! Make sure to do your night-time routine before you do! We’ll know if you haven’t. See you bright and early tomorrow morning! Have sweet dreams of cock and cum and putting them all up in you!” Liz said with a sing song voice.

Heavy-footed, Zeek gripped the bannister as he pulled himself upstairs to his bedroom. Liz cackled as she watched him ascend, but Thea couldn’t help but feel a little disconcerted. She liked it when ‘May’ was weak and submissive, not glum and depressed. Hopefully she’d be able to turn that frown upside down.

Almost on auto-pilot, Zeek prepared for bed time, first removing the earrings, then the dress, wiggling out of it with considerable effort. Next was lingerie, then hip pads and breast forms, then gaff, and finally the tape keeping his junk nicely tucked away, gingerly removing it so as not to tear the skin. Luckily he’d already shaved the area, so there were no hairs to be torn out.

Releasing his twig and berries was a sweet relief, the discomfort of his flattened junk at an end, though by the time dinner was over he had already stopped noticing that his genitals were being crushed. Now unfastened, the urge to go number one suddenly leapt upon Zeek and he made it to the bathroom just in time to avoid pissing all over the floor. After making sure the coast was clear, Zeek bolted back to his room.

Sitting in front of his vanity mirror, Zeek peeled off his false eyelashes before methodically plying his skin with makeup remover wipes, watching as Ezme disappeared and Zeek came back into view.

The next step was lotioning his arms and legs, taking a little comfort in the fact that the moisturising product smelled and felt nice against his hairless skin. He applied a different moisturizer for his face, and another for his hands. He could see that his faux nails weren’t going anywhere any time soon, so left them be, though he let out a groan of annoyance.

removing the pins keeping his ‘hair’ in its updo, brushing out the wig till it was sufficiently knot-free then tying it out the way in low pigtails with hair bobbles, covering them with pink scrunchies. Finally, he slipped on the hot pink and black panties and matching negligee, now ready for bed.

Zeek turned off the various lights illuminating the room, then slipped deep under the covers, allowing the salty hot tears of a broken man to flow into his sheets as he dreaded what his life would now become.