This choice: Its your sister's friends • Go Back...Chapter #3I didn't sign up for this! by: Unknown A collective squeal of ahhhwws and giggling erupted from an assembly of girls standing by the entrance of your sister's room. You stared at them in petrified mortification, aghast that anyone but your sister should be made to witness you in your miserable state.
"Oh Mel, he's SO cute!" Janet from across the road coed.
"How did you get him to do it?" Sophie queried, trying to stifle her mirth by placing a hand in front of her giggling mouth.
"Guess you have the little sister you always talked about wanting." said Katie the red-head with a sly grin.
With a face resembling the rising morning sun, you turned about to make yourself scarce. But as you tried to made a run for it from this excessively humiliating scene, 4 pairs of delicate hands clutched you back. You felt like a sack of feed being frenzied over by a pack of harpies as you were wrestled into your sister's office chair and made to sit.
"Oh no, little brother. Just where do you think you're going?" There was an ominous glint in her eyes that foretold grim foreboding. Whatever she had in her mind, it certainly didn't spell good tidings for you.
"What is this?!" you raged, cherry faced: "You didn't say anything about anybody seeing me!"
"Oh come now, little brother. You'll be going outside soon enough. A lot of people will be seeing you anyway. I don't see what you're moaning about?"
"I didn't sign up for this!" you struggled; but it was a forlorn futile exercise as the girls held you down. They were all between 17 and 19 years of age; fully grown and tall as the clouds from your point of view. You on the other hand have yet to even fully start puberty's growth cycle; and as a result was exceedingly tiny for your age group, as well as the smallest in your class. You were petite in structure and androgynous in face, and was bullied for it by your sister for many moons. Often she would mock you about not being a boy; and when you declared red-faced that you were, she would ask for proof in terms of arm hair, something you could not offer.
"Oh but you did, little brother. You had agreed to wear anything I chose to the convention if I won our bet. You lost and now its time to collect."
"Forget it! You can't make me do it! I'll tell mom! Let me go!" A flash blinded your eyes and made your vision go white. When the blur subsided, you saw your sister in front of her computer uploading something from the digital camera she held in her hands.
A truimphant smirk crossed Melody's lips: "Let him go, ladies."
Like a prisoner having his clamps released from the torturer's table, you jumped up in relief. The other 3 of Melody's friends just laughed at you.
"Fine then, little brother. Go. I'm not stopping you. There door's right there." Melody said.
Ah oh. Melody was known never ever to just let something go if she wanted it. You could barely believe she would just let you walk off unscaved after she won a bet. You looked at her in fearful suspicion; wondering what new trick she had up her sleave.
"But before you go, come and take a look." she motioned to the screen. You approached with mistrustful trepidation, knowing that bad news was about to befall you. Then you saw it.
To your horror, you saw yourself, looking quite rediculous being cross-dressed. Worse still was that the unflattering pictures of you were made an attachment to emails, all primed and destined to your best friends' electronic addresses.
"Go...and I send." Melody gloated. The blackmailing witch!
You glowered at her as you fumed smoke out of your ears; knowing full well to disobey Melody would be social suicide. You'd be the laughing stock of the school till and after you graduated.
Meekly you begged her: "Please don't."
"Will you behave now, little brother?" she asked imperiously.
"Yes, yes."
"Will you do anything and everything I tell you to for today? And wear whatever I tell you to, when I tell you to?" Melody asked.
You just glared at her with molten fury. Seeing your deviant look, she hovered her finger over the enter key, the same way a suicide-bomber would threaten police about to take him in custody with his finger right over the trigger mechanism.
Sweating and knowing full well that Melody was fully capable of actually doing it, you kept yourself humble and swallowed your pride: "Yes, yes, okay! Just please don't."
Melody beamed at you, which only made you hate her more. She instructed you to go sit on the office chair, which you complied, albeit ruefully. Then she and her friends huddled together in a group, a secretive circle in which they whispered and giggled delightfully their plans to make your existence a misery.
You could only hear things like:
"He's cute, but he'll stand out way too much-" Janet complained.
"I've brought my make-up kit. We cab fluff him up!" Sophie said from the side. 'Fluff him up??? That didn't sound particularly appetising!
"What about his hair? We need a better wig. That one doesn't cut it. Do think I need to go to the costume store down by the road?" Katie asked.
"Great Idea!" Melody intoned: "Make sure its a red one! One the same as Yoko Littner. And get some perma-hair gel and a wig plant. We don't want his hair falling off."
"Another thing." Janet interjected: "What about the bikini top? You didn't think that one entirely through, Mel. It doesn't fit him. Let me get a sport bra or something. They'll think Evan is just a little late bloomer."
"Don't worry." said Melody with an evil voice: "I got something you'll all love to help him with his chest!" She then showed something to the girls. It must have been unique or funny, because they all exploded with snorts, laughter and applauds to Melody. You had the grim suspicion you didn't want to know what it was.
"Oh that'll work." Janet agreed.
Then, like the natives of a tribe that had just finished discussing how they were to cook and eat the captured explorer, they all turned to face the hapless helpless you. You gulped in trepidation and nervousness.
"Oh Eeevaaan..." Sophie called out to you, the same way someone called out to a pest with pretended harmlessness only with the intent of fumigating it. From behind her back she revealed...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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