Lets go... SHOPPING!

You reach the Mall with Heather only cutting off three people and flipping to bird at another eight. She truly is a terrible driver. She parks in a handicap spot right out the front and the pair of you make your way inside.

“Alright, so what is it you want to buy?” your sister asks you when you hesitate unsure of which direction to go first.

“Umm, I don’t know,” you admit.

Heather rolls her eyes at you heavily and crosses her arms in front of you. “Let’s try this. What colour is your future date-**** victim wearing?”

You go completely blank. You never asked Katherine about her dress this afternoon.

Heather speaks very slowly as if you are mentally handicapped. “Your date. What colour is her dress?”

“Shit. I don’t know.”

“I swear to God. All ‘BOYS’ are useless. Follow me. Shut up. And buy what I tell you.”

Leaving it to Heather, she leads you in a quick march to a menswear store that sells clothes that manage to stay in fashion for all of about 15 minutes. She picks a jacket and pants off the rack, along with a white button-up shirt. She stuffs them in your arms and pushes you towards the changing area.

“Black is safe. Go try these on and I’m going to find you a tie.”

You close the plasterboard door to a vacant changeroom and start kicking off your clothes and into what Heather has picked out for you. You have the pants and jacket on a handful of minutes later when you hear Heather calling out for you.

“How’s it going jerk wad?”

“Good. I think.”

You open the door a crack to let Heather look inside and are shocked when she yanks it open and steps inside with you, shutting it after. Heather nods her head thinking.

“Not bad. Now put this on.”

She hands you a skin black tie to put over your head. Your white shirt is untucked and lifts up as you raise your arms to get the tie around your neck. Heather isn’t happy with that.

“Tuck this in,” she tells you not giving you time to respond.

Her arms reach out and you feel as she starts to pack the tail of the white shirt into your trousers. Around the front, Heather's long fake nails scratch as she puts everything in place. The fake acrylics brush through your pubic hair and dangerously close to your junk.

“Hey! Watch it,” you warn her.

“Relax little bro. I could care less about your little pickle,” Heather snaps back before a sinister look morphs onto her face. “Unless you want me to give you a handy here and that can be what I owe you?”

“… … …”

“Urgh! You are such a freaking pervert!” Heather’s nose scrunches up when you don’t say anything. “I should tell Mom what a nasty little freak she raised.”

Heather lets herself back out of the change room shutting it with a loud bang.

Happy with what Heather has picked out, you get changed back into your old clothes and go to the register to pay. You are holding the carry bags when you leave the store and are back in the mall proper.

“Got everything else you need?” Heather asks.

“What like shoes?”

“No. You’ve got Cons at home. Wear those for the look I’m going for. It will be edgy. A little bit punk-rock. Your date will eat that up. I was talking about a corsage. Condoms.”

“Noo!” you protest.

Heather shakes her head fiercely. “If I was going to let some nasty little boy pop my cherry at prom he had better be bringing me a flower and wearing a rubber!”

You cock your head at what your sister had just said. “Did you lose your V-card at prom?” you ask.

Heather laughs. “Ha! I’m not a pathetic loser like you. I cashed that in ages ago.”

You follow Heather as she takes you next to a florist and then picks you up a discreet packet of condoms from the **** store. You stash them both in your clothes bag and make your way back to your home.

Two hours later your shower, dressed and ready to make your way over to Rebecca’s for the pre-party. Heather gives you a quick once-over in the hallway outside your bedrooms.

“Not bad little bro. You may get into some panties tonight after all.”