Julian's Date -3- :: BigCloset Classic :: BigCloset TG Stories <br /> June 2001 to November 2004

Someone's at the door? Rescue for Julian or...ally for Marie?
Julian's Date
Part 3

by jijillian

Chapter 3

Painting His Toenails

Chapter III
Painting His Toenails

Julian and Marie tried to get up and out of the shower stall. They whispered fiercely to each other.

"Who is it?" Julian wanted to know.

"How should I know? Someone who has a key!"

"Mom and Dad!" Julian squeaked.

They scrambled around, their wet arms and legs sliding off of each other, their wet feet sliding on the floor. And they argued some more.

"Oof," Julian complained. "Don't put your knee there!"

"Get your hand off my butt!" Marie retorted, forgetting to be quiet.

Outside the bathroom, someone called out, "Marie? Where is everyone?"

Marie relaxed a bit. "It's Catrice!"

Julian wasn't happy about that, though it was better than it being Mom and Dad come home early to find he and his sister wrestling naked in the shower stall. "How'd she get in? Wasn't the door locked?"

"She knows where the key is hidden," said Marie. "We're in here, Catrice!" she called loudly. "My bathroom."

"Our bathroom," Julian said. Then he gave her a shove while she was distracted and she slid off hin and sort of bumped over the lip of the shower stall onto the bathroom floor.

"Ow!" she squealed. "You little fruitcake!" She grabbed her booby that had hit the edge of the door frame. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she cursed all little brothers , everywhere, for all time and eternity, in the very most colorful language she had managed to learn in her seventeen years as a suburban princess. "Fucking pissant kid brothers suck doggie dicks forever!" she screamed at him.

"You're crazy," Julian commented as he pulled himself up and tried to step over her to reach a towel.

Just as Catrice opened the bathroom door, Marie took a piece of her revenge out of Julian, high up on his inner thigh. Using all four of the nails on the fingers of her right hand, she pinched his soft flesh against her palm, then twisted and yanked downward.

Julian's wordless scream scared Catrice so badly she wet herself. And in his flailing around to get away from his sister's death grip so near his genitals, his knee connected with her nose.

The resultant blood pouring onto his leg convinced Julian that his sister had ripped off a piece of his anatomy that he didn't want to do without. "Let go! Give it back!" he squealed.

"You boke by dose!" Marie accused, trying to hold her hands up to catch the blood.

Catrice, a tiny, round-faced blonde with dimples--terrified, infuriated and mortally embarrassed by her accident--started grabbing things off the bathroom counter and throwing them at Julian. "Get away from her! You pervert! Queerbait! Rapist" she yelled.

Julian retreated back into the shower stall to escape the barrage, most of which hit his sister anyway. When a large, full, plastic bottle of mint-flavored, tartar control mouthwash bounced off her skull, Marie resorted to what her father called 'The Marie Stephanie Delacorte Patented Cataclysmic Thermonuclear Typhoon Warning System.'

The frightening wailing, tears, kicking and foaming at the mouth, along with the blood and Julian's screaming, almost scared Catrice out of a year's growth, retroactively. At five-foot-one, she couldn't afford to get any shorter but she bravely knelt beside her friend saying, inanely, "Let me see, is it really broke?" into the teeth of the ululations.

Staggering around in the echoing confines of the shower stall, Julian backed into the shower head, nearly knocking it off the wall. He recovered his balance by grabbing the faucet handles. A sudden evil inspiration seized him at the same time. He turned the hot water off. He turned the cold water on full. Then he came out of the shower stall using the hose and nozzle to soak the two girls with icy spray while practicing his villain laugh.

"Bwah ha ha hah!" crowed Julian.

"Damn you!" Marie said.

"Stoppit! Stoppit! Stoppit!" yelled tiny Catrice. "You're getting me all wet!" It didn't occur to her till later that this dousing effectively concealed her earlier accident with her own plumbing.

Marie wasn't about to yield the bathroom floor to her brother. A faceful of ice water sent pink-dyed rivulets over her breasts as she stood.

"Oh shit!" said Julian when he saw her expression. He shut off the spray with his thumb. In the silence, sounding as contrite and sincere as he could manage, he asked, "Are you okay, Marie?"

"You asshole," Marie said. She dabbed at her nose but the cold water had appaerntly stopped the bleeding. She actually seemed to have calmed down so Julian relaxed a bit. He knew he wouldn't have to call 911 for either of them.

"Y-y-you're both naked." Catrice's teeth chattered from the soaking.

"Yeah," said Julian. Carefully stepping past Marie, he pulled dry towels out of a cabinet and passed them around.

Catrice blushed but couldn't take her eyes off of Julian. This made Julian nervous because he couldn't imagine why she would stare at him like that. He decided that it must be because he had no hair at armpits, legs or groin. "Marie made me do it," he said.

Catrice's eyes widened even more. She looked at her taller bolder friend and said. "You guys....?"

"Don't be an idiot, Catrice," Marie snarled. "I made Julian shave everywhere for his date with Davy."

"It's not a date."

"It will be," Marie said, sounding mean and determined. She tested her nose gently but it didn't seem to be broken. "You'd better get out of those wet clothes, Catrice."

"Yeah," said Julian. "Get naked like the rest of us."

Marie glared at him but he just shrugged. Catrice stood there dripping while they dried off. Finally, she took the towel and tried to soak up most of the wet, dabbing at her clothes. Julian looked at her and grinned and she blushed.

"Catrice," said Marie. "Take off your clothes."

"I don't want to," the smaller girl said.

"Take them off, or I'll tell Julian to undress you," said Marie.

Catrice's eyes got really wide but no wider than Julian's. She began undoing her buttons while staring at Julian. Julian stared back.

Marie finished drying off and wrapped the towel around herself, under her armpits. She took a smaller towel out and began drying her hair. "Julian," she ordered, "stop staring at Catrice and wrap your towel around you like this." She gestured at her makeshift dress. The big bath towel covered her breasts and hung almost to her knees.

Julian wrapped the towel around himself as directed but kept his eyes on Catrice. She glared at him until Marie held a towel up for her to undress behind, then Catrice wrapped that towel around herself.

Marie wrapped a smaller towel around her head. "Do this, Julian," she said.

"Why?" he asked. Julian was a bit annoyed that he hadn't got to see Catrice finish undressing.

"Damnit! Just do it!" snarled Marie.

"Okay, okay," Julian gave in and wrapped the smaller towel around his head like a turban. His leg still hurt where Marie had pinched him and he didn't want to provoke her to new violence.

Marie grinned at him and waved at the mirror. Catrice and Julian looked at the reflections. "What?" asked Julian.

Catrice giggled.

Marie sneered. "What do you see, dickwit?"

"Uh," Julian didn't want to say. With the towels wrapped around them all like that, he looked as much like a girl as the other two. Okay, he had a flat chest but lots of girls were flat-chested. "This is stupid," he said. He started to take the towel off his head.

Marie slapped his hand.

"Ow! Stop hitting me!" Julian protested.

Catrice giggled.

"Leave your towels alone, Julian," said Marie. "We're all going back to my room to help you get ready for your date with Davy."

"It's not a date," Julian grumbled.

"He's really got a date with Davy?" Catrice wanted to know.

"Yup," said Marie. The other two followed her back to her room. "We're going to teach Julian what he needs to know to get dates with a stud like Davy."

Catrice giggled. Last in line, Julian paused at the door to Marie's room then suddenly bolted. If I can get to my room, I can lock the door, he thought.

Marie chased him, grinning. She found him in front of his room, trying to open the door. "I locked it already," she said. Then she grabbed the towel Julian was wearing and yanked it off of him.

"Yike!" said Julian.

"I took all your clothes from the bathroom and threw them in your room and locked the door and hid the key," said Marie. "You don't have anything to wear but this towel." She held it out to him.

"You are such a turd," Julian complained. He took the towel.

"Wrap it up high, like a girl," Marie ordered. "We're going to have a girl's dress-up party for you."

Julian sighed. Part of him wanted to run screaming down the street, even if he had to go naked but part of him wanted to see what Marie had planned. That part of him felt very guilty, and scared but also excited.

"C'mon," said Marie. "This will be fun and you'll know something about girls most guys don't know."

Julian scowled but he re-wrapped the towel and let Marie lead him back to her bedroom.

They sat there, Catrice on the floor, Marie on the edge of her bed and Julian on the little vanity bench. In the big mirror over the vanity table, they really did look like three girls, thought Julian. He squirmed a little.

"Julian sure looks a lot like you in the face," commented Catrice.

Marie nodded. "Yeah, he's too pretty to be a boy."

Julian just huffed and squirmed.

"What are we gonna do first?" Catrice asked and giggled.

"Well, first I thought we would do Julie's nails," said Marie.

"Julie," said Catrice and giggled some more.

Julian made a face. "This is just stupid," he said.

Marie took his hand and examined it. "At least you don't chew your nails," she said. "What color should we go for?" She reached over and opened a drawer in the vanity to reveal about twenty bottles of nail polish. "You want to pick your own color, Julie?" she asked.

"Don't call me that," he said. He snatched his hand back.

"I've always called you that," said Marie.

"Julie is a cute name," said Catrice. "Better than mine."

Marie nodded. "Your parents must smoke dope." Catrice nodded and giggled.

"Julie is a girl's name," Julian protested.

"Well, for tonight," said Marie, "you're going to be an honorary girl. C'mon, it'll be fun."

"Davy will kill me," said Julian.

"No, he won't."

"Yes, he will. He'll show up and you've got me all dolled up like you and he'll just strangle me for trying to fool him. You don't understand guys, Marie."

Marie sneered. "Oh, and you do? You only started having hard-ons last year, so you're an expert?" She began taking tools out of the drawer, nail clippers, orange sticks, emery boards. "You're a manly man, huh? And you know all about manly men?"

"You're not a guy so you couldn't understand it," said Julian.

"If it looks like a girl, guys will fuck it," said Marie.

"Some guys will fuck anything," added Catrice. Then she giggled.

Marie took Julian's hand again. He resisted for a moment but she put her thumb into that spot again and Julian said, "Ow, okay, leggo, leggo."

She didn't let go but she stopped making it hurt. "We're going to trim your nails and fix your cuticles."

"My what?" asked Julian.

"Cuticles, they're like the skin that your nails grow out of on the sides?" She showed him.

"Oh," said Julian. They didn't look that cute to him. "Will it hurt?"

Marie grinned. "It can if I want it to."

Julian sighed. "Besides avoiding pain, what's in this for me?"

"You're the one who gets to go to the concert!" said Marie.

"Then I duwanna go and you can stop all this stupid stuff," said Julian, snatching his hand back.

Marie glared at him.

Catrice reached up into the drawer to get some tools also. "I'll do your feet, Julie," she said. She started to giggle but Julian stopped her.

"No! If all I'm getting out of this is something I don't even want that bad, I'm not gonna do it!" he said and he pulled his feet up under him and sat on them.

Catrice said, "Aww!" instead of giggling.

Marie tried to glare at him some more but, in fact, he looked so cute sitting there with a towel dress and turban on and his feet pulled up under him, he looked very girly. So instead of glaring she just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay, what do you want?"

"Huh?"

"What do you want to dress up like me and take my place on this date with Davy?" Marie said patiently.

"I don't want to do it at all!" said Julian.

"You asked what was in it for you, so you're willing to do it if there's something you want," said Marie.

"I can't think of anything I want that badly."

"I'll let you have five of my CD's," offered Marie.

Julian snorted.

"Six then, your choice."

Julian considered. "Nah," he said finally shaking his head. "It's not worth getting maybe beat up for it." He didn't think Davy would do it but Davy might tell someone who would later at school.

Marie felt disappointed. Even though she had been bullying Julian into this, she had had the feeling that he secretly enjoyed the idea of dressing up in her clothes. She suspected that he had done so in the past. She wondered what he would say if he knew that she knew. She didn't wonder at all why getting Julian into a dress for a date with Davy had become so important to her.

Catrice pouted at Julian while Marie considered strategies. "I want to do your toenails even if you're not going on a date."

Julian stared at the little blonde. "Huh? Why?"

"'Cause you got cute feet," Catrice said. She giggled, no surprise, then she added, "And I think you would look so cute with your nails all painted. And if you dressed up as Marie. I'd like to see that." She beamed up at him.

"Let her paint your toenails," suggested Marie.

Julian hesitated. Catrice looked up at him with big blue eyes.

"Even if you don't go on the date with Davy," said Marie. "We could still have fun dressing you up."

Julian felt his interest rising at the thought of two girls fussing over him and dressing him up as a pretty girl. Slowly, he got his own feet out from under him and put them back on the floor.

"Goodie," said Catrice and she began looking at his feet, and taking a pair of clippers to start trimming all of his nails the same length.

Marie took one of Julian's hands and began to work on it.

Julian wished he had something to put in his lap to hide something that might start happening. Marie snipped at his nails, explaining what she was doing. "We cut them off square to make them stronger," she said. Then she realized what was making him nervous so she reached back behind her and got the big stuffed dog off her bed and put it in Julian's lap.

She grinned at him and he looked at her gratefully, embarrassed but grateful.

Marie and Catrice worked quickly. They trimmed his nails and pushed back his cuticles and trimmed them where they had gotten ragged. They filed the edges of his nails smooth and buffed the top to a soft shine.

Julian watched and asked a few questions, like, "Why is it called an orange stick?"

"Because it's orange?" said Catrice. "Duh?"

Marie handed him one. "Smell," she said.

He took it with his left hand since Marie was still working on his right. He sniffed. "It smells like oranges, too?"

Marie nodded. "Mom says they make them of orangewood, from orange trees. I don't know why?"

"Huh," said Julian. Well, now he knew something most boys didn't know, not that it was anything useful.

"What color should we use?" Marie asked.

"Super Pink!" suggested Catrice.

"Pink Passion?" offered Marie. She held up bottles to show Julian. Catrice had already started on his toes with Super Pink, an almost neon shade of hot pink.

"You guys!" Julian protested weakly. "This stuff comes off easy?"

"Sure," said Marie. "It's called Nail-Pol-ish-Re-mov-er!" She gestured at the tall bottle of yellowish fluid.

"Okay," said Julian. "Super Pink, I guess?" He giggled, so Catrice giggled, too.

Marie did each of Julian's nails with an undercoat first. "This will help make your nails stronger and the polish will stay on better," she explained. By the time she had finished with the second hand, the first hand was dry enough to paint over so she put on a layer of the Super Pink nail polish, borrowing the bottle from Catrice.

The color made Julian's hands look very girly. "You've got pretty hands, Julie," said Marie.

"And pretty feet," said Catrice. She took the bottle back from Marie and put a second coat on his toes. Then Marie put the second coat on his fingernails, too while Catrice put a topcoat on his little pink piggies.

Julian felt very odd. He rather liked the way his nails looked and it had been a lot of fun to sit while the girls did things to him. He had a hard-on under the dog.

Marie finished up with a layer of quickdry topcoat on his fingernails. "You have to sit there and don't touch anything till they dry. About ten minutes, okay?"

Julian nodded. Catrice giggled. Marie cleaned up what little mess they had made. "I've got another idea," she said.

Julian sighed. I should run and jump out the window and hide in a dumpster till she forgets about it, he thought.

to be continued...tell me in a comment what you think should happen to Julian next! -- jijillian

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