Chapter 11

In just half an hour, Ezme was back, Liz’s ‘cousin’ being near completely-distinguishable from her male secret identity. Holding onto the railing on the staircase he took the first step carefully as Thea chaperoned Zeek after assisting getting him ready. “Easy May, one step at a time and no clomping like a silly boy in heels. You are a girl and we are graceful, elegant or at least a girly girl like you is.

“About damn time!” Eliza had said as she heard the heeled steps on the hardwood stairs,sitting up from her prone position on the couch. Looking her sibling up and down, perched in her court shoes, wearing pantyhose a few shades darker than Zeek’s complexion, a little black skirt and a blouse that helped create a more feminine silhouette, the hair, the makeup and the accessories all transforming him. “Though I gotta say it’s worth it; I’m kinda jealous you can pull off that outfit. You are killing it Ezme, now do a little spin for me I want to get the full view.”

Zeek slowly turned in place, taking one careful step after another. “Happy?”

Liz tapped her finger to her lip. “Your voice isn’t right and you move like you are afraid of falling. That has to be fixed, can’t have you acting like a tomboy Ezme, now go get some breakfast on; I’m famished” she ordered before falling back down to the couch, glaring at the school textbook that she had been reading which had cost her eighty dollars. Being ripped off for a school book wasn’t new, but she just hadn’t expected it for some reason from a community college.

“What do you want?”, Zeek asked in a snotty, masculine tone.

“I’m sorry?” Liz sat back up glaring at her sibling.

Zeek blew some air out of nose, **** a smile, and asked again, this time in a more feminine manner, “What would you like… cousin?”

“Hmmm… I’m thinking pancakes. And waffles. With blueberries.”

Looking in the direction of the kitchen, Zeek kept the **** smile on his face before looking back to his sister. “But I don’t know how to make them; Dad’s always the one who cooks breakfast!”

“Who?” Liz raised an eyebrow, really enjoying forcing her brother into the role of her cousin.

“Da- I mean, Uncle Eddie is the one that always cooks breakfast.”

“Well.” Eliza got up,tired of studying before she really got started. “There’s some cook books in the kitchen. I’m sure a clever girl could figure something out, a girl like you can work it out if you try hard enough.”

Zeek glared at his sister while she looked on with sadistic glee, taking in the bizarre visage of her feminized sibling’s discontentment.

“It’s alright, May. I’ll help you”, Thea reassured ‘her’, squeezing ‘her’ hand for the briefest of moments, thinking about another great change they could hit him with, his nails as she did so.

Zeek felt his penis move, and knew it was time to make a move too. “Thanks so much, Thea! You’re amazing.”

Wanting to get away from his sister and get the next task over with, he started to move towards the kitchen. ‘Ezme is supposed to be a girl, Thea is turned on by all of this, I can put up with being Ezme for her…’ he thought, thinking of a near future where they could be alone in his bedroom when his sister wasn’t around and what they would do. ‘Walk like they told you, be Ezme… me May.’ he added walking catwalk style, one foot in front of the other, moving his hips, stumbling far less so than ‘she’ was doing the previous night. Little muscle memory was retained while he felt very much like a fool.

Zeek had spent much of the previous night tripping over himself like a newborn baby deer learning to walk in the variety of heels he was made to wear. Thea being there to steady him and help him up whenever he fell, while Liz just stood there, laughing and pointing, not to be confused with Tea not laughing, she was just more polite about it.

Thea turned round and grinned at her partner in crime, who silently laughed at her brother’s feminine strut. Thea followed ‘Ezme’, noticing how ‘her’ pert, round buttocks stuck out in the dress; a tingle arising down below.

“Make sure to put on an apron; it’ll keep your clothes nice and clean, plus it’ll look so cute on you.” Thea instructed in a complimentary manner once they got into the kitchen where Zeek had his argument with his father the day before.

With Thea’s help, Zeek managed to work the mixer, pan and waffle iron to make breakfast, which he only slightly burned. He didn’t cook, so suddenly needing to do so was a challenge, that only doubled because he had to move around the kitchen in three inch heels. Between the black skirt, white blouse and now white canvas apron on him he felt like his sister was trying to turn him into a maid. Still he was able to make three servings that didn’t look too bad, not his fathers quality, but for a first attempt he thought he had done great. Setting the diesh down on the breakfast counter, hoisting himself up on one of the stools like he normally did, only for Liz to clear her throat and give him a stern look.

“What?”, he asked, exasperated.

“You’re showing the whole world your panties, cuz.”

“Huh?”.

“Cross your legs, hon. One leg over the other at the knee like you were shown.Thea explained, Zeek looking down to see his legs wide open, underwear on show. He glowered at Liz as he crossed his legs over, grunting at how uncomfortable his meat and two vegetables were now, slowly being crushed, a problem that wasn’t there the day before when he had tucked.

‘At least Thea is being nice to me. And this food does look pretty good.’ Reclassified his attempt at breakfast as he consoled himself, getting ready to dig in, only for Liz to swoop in and yank his plate away.

“Hey! C’mon!”

“First off!” Eliza put her finger in her fake cousin's face. “Do better with your voice, I’m done reminding you. Next time there will be consequences. Next you told the two of us that you were watching your figure, cuz.” she shook her head, her smug smile coming back. “I know it is hard, but that is why you rely on those you love to help. All these carbs aren’t going to help.!” Liz explained, as if recalling a conversation, one that had never happened. Sliding everything on his plate off into the trash can.

“Liz, you meanie, let the girl live! Here, have some of mine.” Thea offered, sliding a pancake and waffle onto ‘Ezme’s’ now empty plate.

A scrunched-up smile on his face, Zeek was practically emitting love heart bubbles, much to Thea and Liz’s glee.

“Alright Ezme.” Liz pointed her fork in her brother’s direction. “Enjoy what my enabling friend gave you, but I’m actually here to help. So moving forward you are on a crash diet. No, don’t glare at me, in fact I think you should tell me how thankful you are that I’m helping you look after your girlish figure.”

Clenching his jaw, Zeek seethed, but with the **** he didn’t exactly have a lot of options that wouldn’t screw him. “Thank you Liz for helping me work on my girlish figure.”

“Aww.” Liz made a cutesy face, fluttering her lashes. “Happy help, just as I know you are. So finish eating so you can start cleaning the kitchen.”

After breakfast was over and the feminized teen, taunted by being called Ezme by his sister, washed, dried and put away the dishes, along with wiping down the countertops. Helping with the dishes was a regular activity he split with his sister when his father cooked, but doing it dressed as he was made the ordeal so much worse. When the chore was done he had to move on to even more housework. ‘I’m not a fucking maid…’ He thought to himself as he started to run a vacuum over the floor, knowing saying so wouldn’t get him anywhere or worse it would give his sister ideas. Hoovering every inch of the living room he made side glances to his sibling as she sat around on her ass while forcing him to work. ‘She gets to watch junk tv while I have to keep cleaning all while trying to keep from falling in these god awful heels.’ Zeek continued to mentally complain, not acknowledging the fact that his crush was doing the same as his sister.

Getting closer to his sister to vacuum in front of the couch he stood there just glaring at her, waiting for the shrew to get the hint to move out of the way. He didn’t exactly have the longest of fuses most days, so him yelling over the sound of the vacuum to get her attention hadn’t taken long. “You mind moving?!”

With someone vacuuming the floor in the same room it made watching television close to impossible, but Liz and Thea did their best to pretend to be focused on the screen as they made comments about needing to give Zeek some more lessons on feminine grace. When he just stood there trying to get Liz’s attention she pretended not to notice till he said something. “Hmm? Oh, yeah I do mind. Please just clean around me, cousin.” Liz said, raising her voice without the aggression she clearly heard in his.

With a glare, Zeek had **** but to vacuum around her. ‘This must be how those housewives always in a bad mood on TV feel.’ his mind thinking of one of the trash shows about real housewives of wherever that Liz watched, having no real idea what they were about other than what he heard walking through the living room when it was on.

After the lounge, Zeek’s hoovering found the rest of the house, one of the girls shadowing him to make sure he was doing his job properly and to bask in his misery. “Sweetie.” Thea called to get Zeek’s attention. Afraid you missed a spot.” She said pointing to an area he hadn’t gone over. “Don’t want your sis… cousin to start bitching about it.”

As if the mere mention of her could summon Eliza into being she walked into the hallway where the two currently were. Yanking the power cord from the wall she swung the end around in a small circle. “What am I bitching about?” She asked, looking at her friend. “Is it the bathrooms in this house? Because it is now time for my little cousin to clean said bathrooms.”

A flash of irritation ran through the green eyed boy. “Why?! I cleaned them last night!” he complained, indeed having spent the final moments before his new and newly enforced bedtime cleaning the downstairs toilet, his fathers ensuite, and his and Liz’s shared bathroom.

“Yeah, but you did a shit job.” Liz continued to swing the end of the power cable around in a small circle. “There’s streaks everywhere. Do it again, this time do a better job on the mirrors.”

“It’s pointless.” Zeek let go of the vacuum cleaner, letting it fall to the ground. “The only point to any of this is your amusement. There’s no way I can do a better job when your goal is just to fuck with me.”

“Oh I’m sure you can, May”, Thea interjected, bumping her hip against him as she passed. “Oh I’m sorry for bumping into you. It’s just a thing us girls do I guess. Do you mind?”

“N-n-no, I don’t…”, Zeek answered, his mind cringing at accepting the notion of being considered a girl, but revelling at some body contact from Thea.

“Good.” Thea gave a bright toothy smile. “How about you start up stairs, but first I want to help you practice walking a bit more. Remember May, one foot in front of the other, roll your hips and step heel toe, heel toe. Do you want to keep wearing what you have on now or do you want to try something taller?”

“Ahh…” Zeek looked down at his feet that were already feeling sore from what they had given him to wear that morning, higher heels that he knew were in his sister’s closet sounded much worse. “Still umm trying to master these.”

The fact that he didn’t refuse made both the young women a bit happier. Sure he wouldn't be able to refuse long, not with what they had on him, but the less he resisted the better things would be, far as they were concerned at least. Liz looked on, as the pair went up the stairs, a new challenge in itself for her sibling, knowing the stupidly smitten boy was in good hands. So she didn't bother to call him back to put away the vacuum cleaning, despite it being her first instinct.

With some encouragement Ezme got the ablutions as sparkling clean as a Mr Clean advert after a so called break that had been spent with using the carpet that ran through the upstairs hallway as a runway. “There’s more?!” Zeek’s shoulders slumped.

“None of that Ezme, back straight, shoulder’s back and keep your head up girl and you can do with a little less complaining. It isn’t like what you are doing is hard, I’m only asking you to help dust a little.”

“You want me to dust the whole house! My feet are killing me, I need to sit down.” It was Zeeks job to pull weeds, mow the lawn and while he wasn’t a fan of the activity, something he preferred paying a neighbor kid to do, it would be a lot better than what the blonde bitch was making him do now.

“Aww.” Liz gave a mock pout. “It sounds like my little cousin would love a man to massage her feet after a hard day. Thea, do you think we can help Ezme fix her problem with being single?”

Ezekiel’s cheeks started to warm up as an embarrassing blush came to his cheeks from the teasing. “Come on, please don’t say things like that.”

“It’s okay.” Thea ran her hand up and down the young man’s skinny biceps, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m sure someone as pretty as you won't be single for long.”

The blush didn’t fade from his cheeks, but the pretty girl that he now knew he had a shot with saying that, made the teasing comment from his sister so much better, even if she did call him pretty. If Thea wanted him to be pretty, then he would be pretty if that was the path to getting into bed with her.

With a bit more motivation the harder task of dusting began. Not a single surface was spared the **** of the feather duster or rag and polish as ‘Ezme’ cleared the entire house of dust, reaching into high-up corners and crevices thanks to the extendibility of ‘her’ feather duster. But when Liz caught sight of ‘her’ dusting the low parts of a coffee table, she had some more corrective suggestions.

“No, you’re bending all wrong! Don’t bend your knees; bend at the hips. And keep your legs together. Show off that nice ass of yours.”

“You want me to show you my ass…?”, Zeek questioned, his look towards Liz disgusted and incredulous.

“I know I would.” Thea opined, once more playing good cop. “Here, let me help you, May.” She got right up close behind the cross-dressed boy, and placed her hands on his narrow hips. “Keep your legs together and straight, and then you’re just going to bend with me at your waist. Make sure not to slouch as well. Okay, three, two, one and bend.”

Thea pushed forward, her crotch touching ‘May’s’ ass and her boobs pressing against ‘her’ back, her hands moving up to ‘May’s’ torso to help support ‘her’ weight.

Zeek was practically hyperventilating, both because of the pain in his core muscles, having never had to bend this way before, and also from being able to feel the curves and warmth of Thea’s body against his own.

“Good girl! That’s how it’s done! Now make sure ti do that every time you need to bend, okay?”.

Liz snickered as she enjoyed an afternoon snack, seeing her fake cousin’s grimace as they continued to bend at the hip to clean the lower recesses of her household. Thea’s eyes were meanwhile drawn to the skirted rear, flashes of fantasies where she would bend her bestie’s feminized sibling over the couch, rip off their panties and fuck their ass with a strapon over the couch as ’she’ squirmed in pleasure below her.

With most of the cleaning done, it was time to make lunch, yet another task thrust upon Zeek. His sister demanded risotto. “You got this girl, try looking up a recipe, I trust you. While you do that, we are going to have a little chat.”

At first Zeek was hopeful about what that chat might mean for him, for them, but seeing his crush walk out of the room gave him the context of who “we” meant. So he got to work, learning that risotto wasn’t just a fancy word for rice. With them leaving the room and a counter in the way even if they were in the room, Zeek bent one foot back and pulled off the heeled shoes, letting it fall to the kitchen tiled floor. After a few rubs he did the same for his other, the cool tile feeling wonderful on his sore feet, hoping it would radiate up to his calves.

The fancy rice as Zeek thought of it had been trickier than he thought, the end result having a bottom layer stuck to the pot, something he knew he was going to have to scrub off and the rice itself seemly a lot gummier than what the picture in the cook book had displayed. Still it was food. “Not bad.” Zeek said, swallowing a spoonful of the grain dish before sliding his feet back into the three inch high heels, thankful he had actually been left alone while he cooked so he could keep them off. At one point he made a mental joke about wearing a dress and being barefoot in the kitchen, but didn’t want to risk repeating it in case Eliza thought it a punishable offence to not wear the shoes.

Holding two plates, one in each hand, Zeek walked into the living room trying to focus on both keeping the food from falling and walking how he had been instructed. ‘Let's see you bitch when you taste this.’ He thought, overly proud with his mediocre attempt at making risotto, putting the plates down on the coffee table in front of the couch. It was then that he noticed Liz was typing away on his cell phone. He had left it up in his room, the outfit not exactly having pockets and now she was messing with it. “Hey! What the hell are you doing with my phone?!” Zeek cried, swiping for his cellphone but falling short with the quick reaction of Liz pulling back just as the device buzzed.

“You know.” Liz held the phone out of her brother’s reach. “It’s really irresponsible of you to not have a password on your cell phone, cuz; anybody could do anything with it.” Liz mockingly chastised. “Anyway, I saw you were lacking in the socials department, so we made you an Insta.” she said, holding the screen up for him to see. “Here have a look; but don’t get all nervous and delete your profile, or who knows where those pictures will be backed up to.”

Liz relinquished control of the phone back to its owner, who promptly started scrolling through the Instagram account, finding it littered with pictures taken by Liz and Thea from the day before, said profile already generating a healthy amount of likes and follows for Ezme Downings. Liz outright chuckled at the look of perplexed disgust on his face, while Thea was at least partially successful in muting her reaction to a serene smirk.

“I seriously can’t believe you’ve fucking done this…”, said Zeek, the colour draining from his face, him unable to look away from the screen. Clicking on one of the photos that had been taken from the previous day it was hard for him to really grasp who the girl in the images was him. It wasn’t like he was unrecognizable, but it was a hell of a lot better disguise than Superman’s glasses. His mouth ran dry as he saw a few comments from internet randos and even a response from Ezme.

NotSoCommon: Cute as hell!

OneDayFamous: Beautiful girl with an old timey name, love it.

Ezme Downings: Aww thanks hon, you can call me May, if like.

Zeek’s jaw fell open, so many things were going wrong that were worse than Liz responding for him as this made up persona, but for some reason seeing her flirt online as him made it so much worse. It wasn’t even a big deal, he had thought of trying to do that catfishing stuff online, pretend to flirt with some morons for a laugh and maybe get something out of it, but he wasn’t laughing now.

“You’re welcome, no biggie!” Eliza gave her shocked brother a bright smile. “Ooh, but that’s not all.” Liz led on, snatching back the phone quick enough that he didn’t have time to pull away in his distracted state. “I’ve also set you up with a Tinder profile. You know, it amazes me that a hot young gal like you is single! And look, you’ve got a date already you saucy little minx. But you’ll never guess who with~.” Liz’s voice took on a musical tone.

“Tinder, no.” Zeek shook his head as the word date sunk into his reeling mind. His expression was one of disbelief as he thought back to what she had said earlier. How he likened it to benign with Thea, but with the social media accounts assisted with the word date things were not lining up as he hoped. The disbelief changed to despair and emotion was nothing compared to what came next. Abject horror, he felt it like a physical **** upon seeing whom his date was as Liz held up his cellphone to behold.

“C-C-C-C-CAL?!!!” Zeek yelled the name.

“That’s right, Zeek’s buddy! Maybe finally he’ll stop chasing after me with you to keep him occupied for a little while. You two have really hit it off; I mean just look at these messages!” Liz facetiously congratulated, scrolling down the thread.

Ezme: Heyyyyyyyy! Glad you swiped right! xxx

Cal: Hi! Couldn’t say no to someone as pretty as you Btw, you look familiar, do happen to be related to a Eliza and Ezekiel Downings?

Ezme: Yep, they’re my cousins! Wow, how’d you know them?? Xxxx

Cal: Wow crazy! I’ve known them for years. Zeek is like my best bud :D

Ezme: OMG really? Small world! XD Zeek did mention he had areally cute friend xxxxx

Cal: And he never mentioned having such a smoking hot cuz! How is he btw? Haven’t heard from him in a few.

Ezme: Oh did he not say? He’s gone with his Dad to some work thing up in the mountains. Apparently there’s like no internet or cell service up there.

Ezme: Sounds super boring but I got to see him for like a minute before left. Was hoping to spend time with him and Liz when I came down to hang for a lil while this summer xxxxxx

Cal: Oh, okay, weird he didn’t mention it. That makes sense why you just came up on my app. You’re not around for long?

Ezme: Nope, so making most of my time here. That’s why I be swipin o.o xxxxxxx

Cal: I can think of how to occupy that time. So no boyfriends back home? :3

Ezme: None that matter. While I’m in town I could be all yours, bb xoxoxoxoxxoxo

Cal: I like the sound of that. Wanna meet up?

Ezme: Sure! How about tonight? You can take me out, show me the sites. Maybe we can get to know each other a lot more… xoxoxoxoxxoxo

Cal: Sounds like a date! 8 alright for you? Or whenever you have time is cool

Ezme: Yep! Plenty of time to get myself looking pretty for you xoxoxoxoxxoxo

Cal: Awesome! I’ll make sure to hit up the gym, get my bod extra swole B)

Ezme: Oooh I love it when a cute boy swells for me o.o See you tonight! Looking forward to it! xoxoxoxoxxoxo

“Eggplants…” Zeeks words drifted off before his voice spiked in volume. “What… the… actual FUCK?!!! This is waaaaaayyyyyyy beyond fucked up! How fucking dare you put me on a date with FUCKING CAL?!! Give me back my phone; I’m calling it off. This is really too fucked up a prank.” Zeek berated, disregarding the fact that it was exactly the kind of prank he would have pulled.

Dropping his phone to the couch, the small device bouncing was as Liz pulled out her own from her pocket. She opened a pre-setup screen, her finger hovering over the send button of an email on her own phone as she set her ultimatum. “Okay, you can have your phone back. But as soon as it touches your hand, this message will be sent straight to Dad with all the pictures of you looking cute and dolled up for us. Specifically that first photo I took of you being all perverted in my underwear being turned on. Oh and it’ll also be sent to Calvin, all the rest of our family, and everybody you and I knew in high school.” The last part was mostly a bluff, she didn’t know any of her brother’s friends from school other than the dweeb that wouldn’t stop staring at her since they were kids.

“You know what?” Wanting to take a step closer into his sister's personal space to call her out, Zeek felt his ankle start to turn. In his anger he forgot his current predicament, making his words fall a bit flat. “You’re bluffing! You’ll never send it cuz you know how much shit you’ll get in if you do.” Zeek retorted, finally growing a backbone, even if it hadn’t been the best execution.

Liz’s eyes narrowed, and her thumb came crashing down upon the send button, all the air leaving Zeek’s lungs as he exhaled in terror. Liz’s email app returned to the inbox page, with an option reading “Cancel Sending Email” popping up, a countdown from 10 next to it.

“Okayokayokayokay I give up! Please cancel it. I'll do whatever you say I’ll go on the date just cancel it pleeeeeaaaassssseeee!!!!” Zeek begged, literally dropping to his knees and grasping his hands together.

With just two seconds remaining, Liz cancelled the email. “Begging on your knees, have some self respect or at least save that shit for your date. Now you know I’m not bluffing. So once we’ve eaten and you’ve cleaned up, we’ll give you some more lessons on how to be the woman you are, then we’ll get you nice and ready for the date you are so excited about.” Liz stated mockingly.