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Can Julian refuse Marie's offer? Who's in the closet? And why is Marie in the bathroom reciting men's names?
4 - Flipping His Wig
by jijillian
Julian looked at his nails and smiled. They'd been shaped and painted a color called Super Pink. He decided he liked them but he didn't really want to admit that.
His sister Marie kept talking. "You're not going to get beat up, Julie. But you want something more out of this than just going on the date with Davy."
"It's not a date and I'm not going," said Julian. Catrice, still sitting on the floor in front of him giggled. Julian put his knees together to keep her from looking up the skirt of his towel sari and she giggled at that, too.
"You're a little faggot and you want to go on this date so bad, you'd eat dogmeat to get to go," Marie said.
"I'm not a faggot," said Julian.
"Everybody knows you're a fruit, Julian." Marie expounded on the theme. "You swish, you practically lisp." Marie was unaware of her own tendency to front a few sibilants. "You simper, you giggle and coo. Even Mom and Dad know you're gay."
"I'm not gay," Julian insisted.
"You think you might be, though," said Marie.
Julian glared at her.
"You think you might be gay cause you like to wear my things," said Marie.
"No, I don't!" said Julian. But it wasn't at all clear whether he meant that he didn't think he was gay or that he didn't like to wear Marie's things. He blushed red from the towel wrapped around his forehead to the one wrapped around his non-existent boobs.
"It's okay to wear my things today," said Marie. "In fact, if you promise to go on this date with Davy, dressed in my clothes--well, I'll give you what you wear and they'll be your things."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to dress you up as me, and the stuff I give you to wear, you can keep," Marie explained as if to a five year old.
"Why would I want your stuff?" Julian said, glaring at his sister.
Before Marie could answer, Catrice said, "Cause you like to look pretty?" Then she giggled.
Marie grinned. "That's it, isn't it? Boys don't get to look pretty but girls do, and you like looking pretty."
Julian squirmed. "I'm not a faggot," he repeated. He glared at his nails and wished he'd never let the two girls paint them.
"Who cares if you are?" said Marie. "Uncle Joey is gay and he's okay, isn't he?" Their mom's younger brother, Joe Prentiss, had come out of the closet in high school, when Marie was still a toddler and Julian still wore diapers. They had practically always known Joey was gay.
"Yeah, but he doesn't get dressed up like a girl to go on a date," Julian protested. "He's all buff and muscles and he looks good. No one would know he's gay!"
Marie didn't argue that point. "So? He had that one boyfriend that liked to do drag shows, remember?"
"Carol," said Julian. He remembered, he'd been fascinated by Joey's drag queen boyfriend/girlfriend.
"Carl, yeah, and he was gorgeous when he was dressed as Carol, right?"
Julian nodded. Two years ago, Carl/Carol had made quite an impression on him. "Joey called her a slut."
"That's cause they broke up when she got hired for that drag show in Las Vegas. He didn't want Carl to go while he was still working on his doctor's."
Julian shrugged.
"Mom and Dad won't care if you're gay," said Marie, privately adding, not much anyway. They probably already suspect, she reflected.
"I won't care if you're gay, either," said Catrice. Marie and Julian looked at her. "I'll still like you, Julie," the smaller girl added with a giggle. "You're a cute boy and you'd be even cuter as a girl."
Marie laughed. "Catrice and I used to dress you up in our clothes when you were real small, didn't we?"
Julian frowned. "No, you didn't!"
"Uh-huh. Mom made us quit when you started to kindergarten cause you wanted to wear a dress on your first day."
"No, I didn't!" said Julian. He turned red again.
Catrice nodded, her dimples showing. "We've been waiting a long time to dress you up some more."
"Ten years," Marie said.
"You guys are such liars," said Julian. He made a face at them but he didn't get up and try to leave. If he had, Marie would have twisted his arm, literally, to get him to stay and he knew that. But he did remember playing dress-up with the two girls when he was little. That had been fun and he still thought of it sometimes.
He'd almost forgotten it until Uncle Joey had brought Carol over to see the family one night. She'd been so beautiful, he hadn't believed that she was really Carl until she used Carl's voice to say something, Ten-year-old Julian had woken with his first hard-on that night. He'd been dreaming of wearing Carol's short skirt and high heels and kissing Uncle Joey with lipstick on his lips. Later, he remembered his sister's games.
"You've been sneaking into my room and wearing some of my stuff for years, Julie," said Marie. "and if you say you haven't, you're the liar."
Julian stared at her. He glanced at Catrice who giggled as if he had poked her in the ribs. "I'm not gay," he said, realizing that it sounded very weak.
"You don't know what the fuck you are," Marie said.
"We'll help you find out," offered Catrice.
"And you get to keep the stuff we dress you in," added Marie. "It'll be your stuff and I'll help you out with it."
"Help me out?" squeaked Julian.
"Yeah, show you how to do make-up, teach you to shop, big-sister/little-sister stuff. It'll be fun."
It sounded wonderful and terrifying to Julian.
"I'll help too," said Catrice, her big blue eyes shining. "We're gonna pierce your ears."
Julian slapped his hands to his earlobes and shrieked. "No!"
Marie winced at the volume but said, "Oh, don't be a baby!"
"It doesn't hardly even hurt at all much," said Catrice.
Marie got up and went to her closet and took down a box shaped like a drum. "Let me get something."
"No!" said Julian. He shook his head and held his hands tight over his ears.
"Yes, we are!" said Catrice.
"No!" said Julian.
From inside the box, Marie took out a curly blonde wig. She made a face.
"Two in each ear!" said Catrice. She grinned and giggled and bounced on her heels a little.
"No! Not even one!" said Julian. He wanted to kick at Catrice but he refrained. His lower lip trembled in a cute pout. He glared and Catrice giggled some more.
The inside of the box and the wig itself smelled slightly of moth repellent, Marie decided. She sniffed of the wig carefully. Not too bad, but....
Julian suddenly noticed what she had in her hand. "Is that the wig?" he asked.
"Yeah," said Marie. "Want to see what you look like wearing it?"
Julian's eyes got big. "You'd let me wear your wig?"
"Uh huh, I said so earlier, didn't I?" said Marie. She walked over behind him and pulled the towel turban off. "Your hair is still wet."
"Oh," said Julian. He sounded disappointed. He couldn't wear the wig with wet hair, could he? He didn't have the slightest idea whether that would be a good idea or not.
"Get the hair dryer, Catrice," said Marie. She took the wig stand out of the drum-shaped box and put it on her dresser. Julian watched her carefully drape the wig on the stand. Catrice jumped up to fetch the hair dryer from the bathroom. A kite tail of giggles followed her out of the room.
"If," said Julian. "If I wear the wig tonight, it's mine, too?"
Marie nodded. Gotcha! she thought.
Julian stared at the wig. He glanced at Marie's closet then her dresser then back at his sister. He licked his lips. Marie knew that she had him.
Catrice returned with two hair dryers. Julian didn't say a word as the two girls quickly dried his hair and fluffed it out. No one would have heard him anyway, over the roar of the dryers. His collar-length, dark blond hairstyle did not look particularly masculine or feminine when they finished.
Catrice giggled as Marie settled the wig onto his head, jucking his own hair into the cap.
Julian stared at the mirror. The wig matched Marie's dyed hair almost perfectly, a shade more golden. The tresses flowed down to Julian's shoulders, when he moved his head he could feel the hair touching him. He'd wanted to grow his hair out this long but he kept chickening out.
Marie put her face down beside his and they both smiled into the mirror. The hairstyles matched; so did the pale blue eyes. Marie wasn't wearing makeup and Julian's immature face had pretty much the same contours as hers. Julian actually had the more girlish chin and fuller lips.
"Twins!" Catrice shrieked and covered her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle the giggles.
"We do look a lot alike," said Marie. She winked in the mirror at her apparent sister.
"Yeah, well, to someone who doesn't know I'm a boy," said Julian. Fire and ice seemed to race over all his nerves. He did look remarkably like Marie while wearing the wig. If anything, he thought, I'm prettier.
Marie grimaced. She'd almost forgotten her period over the last half hour. Julian flinched away from her expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Cramps," she said.
"Oh, yeah." Julian nodded, he put a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, sis. I'd hug you but that would probably be a bad idea."
"No shit," said Marie. She stood up straight and walked to the bed. "I wanna lie down for awhile."
Catrice looked from one Delacorte to the other. "What about Julie?"
Marie waved a hand and sat on the bed. "Well, you going to do it?" she asked her brother.
"Are you going to make me wear a dress?" he asked.
Marie tried to grin but another cramp stopped that.. She lay back on the bed. "You want me to make you wear a dress. You shouldn't have fought so hard against this, now you've got to admit you really want to do it."
Julian sighed. "Davy will kill me. I'm really scared of that, Marie." That's why I've been fighting so hard, he realized.
"This was Davy's idea," Marie lied. Julian couldn't see her wicked smile.
"Really?" Julian squeaked.
Catrice knew Marie was fibbing so she opened the sliding closet door and stifled her giggles by sticking her head in amidst the hanging clothes.
"Sure," Marie said. "You think he doesn't know you're a fruitcake? I told him about you stealing my stuff..."
"I've never stolen any of your stuff!" Julian protested.
"Borrowing it then. I told him and he said he bet you'd look cute all dressed up." Marie wondered how far she could push the fabrication. Julian usually believed her even when he didn't believe her. He's pretty dumb that way, Marie thought.
"He did not say I was cute," Julian denied.
"Yes, he did."
"Well, if he did, he didn't say he'd take me on a date dressed as you!"
"He said he'd fuck you." Marie wondered why she'd said that and tried to think quickly. She moaned a bit and gritted out, "Damn cramps," to buy some time.
Julian didn't say anything for a moment. "Why would he say that?"
"I asked him," said Marie and she groaned again.
"Why the fuck would you ask him that?"
Catrice climbed into the closet and shut the door behind her. Twenty sweaters absorbed all the giggles they could hold.
Marie shrugged. "He looked interested?" she said, hazarding a guess at something believable.
"He did not!"
"Yes, he did! When he said you'd look cute, I said, yeah, but you wouldn't wanna fuck her and he said, hell yes, he would."
That did sound like Marie, thought Julian, but he wasn't sure it sounded like Davy. Davy and Marie had been going together, now and then, ever since junior high and had been going steady for the last year. Julian had had a crush on Davy for at least three years, though he didn't admit this even to himself.
Since Julian hadn't said anything for a bit, Marie decided she might have convinced him. "Have Catrice show you how to do eye makeup," she suggested.
Julian sighed. He looked around. "Where did Catrice go?" he asked.
Marie sat up and looked around. "Where the fuck did Catrice go?"
"I'm in here," came from the closet, along with a storm of giggles.
Marie stared. "What the fuck are you doing in there? It's Julie we're trying to get to come out of the closet."
More giggles.
Even Julian thought this was funny. He giggled, too. He picked up the stuffed dog still sitting in his lap and hugged it. He giggled, again. He watched himself do these things in the mirror.
Marie frowned. "Catrice, is there something you've been meaning to tell me?"
More helpless giggles from the closet. "I can't open the door from inside, there's no handles."
"What the fuck did you go in there and shut the door for anyway?" Marie glanced at Julian but decided that she liked him right where he was so she got up with a groan and opened the closet door herself.
Catrice stumbled out, tripping over several pairs of sneaks, causing a clumsy lunge that put her head right into Marie's middle.
"Ow! Damnit! Oh, fuck!" Marie staggered backward, falling and Catrice, still giggling, fell forward to land right on top of her. "Ahhhh!" Marie gasped.
Julian giggled some more. He looked at his nails. He looked at his face, framed in the golden curls of the wig. He thought about Davy. He put the dog back in his lap. He watched the to girls struggle on the floor and giggled again.
"Get off of me! You cow!" Marie complained. This wasn't really fair, Catrice might be rounded but she wasn't fat and she was five inches shorter than Marie, hardly a cow. "And stop that damn giggling!" Marie added.
"I'll do it," said Julian suddenly.
"She doesn't need any help," said Marie. "I do, though, help me up, you loon." Catrice helped Marie up, still doing her own giggling.
"No, I mean, I'll do this." Julian waved with his painted nails at the wig, himself, the towel sari he still wore, the vanity table with its load of cosmetics.
"I knew you'd do it," said Marie. She started to smile then a particularly vicious cramp seized her inside. First she turned white, then she turned green. Staggering a bit, she headed toward the bathroom, unsure if she were going to throw up or what. "Damn it, Catrice," she grumbled, "you had to go put your knee in my belly."
"I'm sorry," said Catrice with a contrite giggle.
"Help Julie do her face, " ordered Marie as she left the room.
"Okay," said Catrice.
"Maybe I don't want to do this," said Julian.
"Damnit, Julie! You can't keep changing your mind!" Marie hollered from the bathroom. "Oh, Ralph," she added. "Earl. Huey! Orel."
"Close the door, she's making me sick," said Julian.
Catrice closed the door. "She'll be all right in a little bit. I hope."
"She's really sick. I'm sorry I sprayed you with cold water," said Julian.
"That's okay." Catrice peered at his face. "You got the same invisble eybrows Marie has."
"Uh huh. Dad's got them too. Now that he's gone a little bald, his forehead starts an inch too low and goes up two inches too high," Julian told her.
Predictably, Catrice giggled.
They looked at each other in the mirror for a while. Finally, Julian asked, a little bit afraid of the answer, "What do we do next?"
"Well, I want to pierce your ears," said Catrice.
"Huh-uh. Nope, I've got to be able to go to school Monday, so no ear piercings, no hair dye, no permanents." He shook his head and the long blond wig swished around his face.
"Lots of boys have pierced ears!" protested Catrice.
"Not two in each ear, like you said! And not guys who look like me, I might get killed!"
"No one bothers you 'cause Marie is your sister!"
"They don't bother me much!" he said sarcastically. It was true though. It still baffled him why the bullies at school mostly gave him a wide berth. The two years in junior high with Marie already in high school had not been pleasant. By comparison, his freshman year in senior high had been positively civilized. "They leave me alone because they're scared of my sister?" he asked.
Catrice nodded. "Oh yeah. Nobody wants Marie mad at them."
Julian nodded, too. "I can see that, yeah. But there's no point waving a red flag at a bull, even if the train engineer is your sister."
"Huh?" Catrice actually stopped giggling while she puzzled that out.
Julian interrupted her before she could decide if Marie would want to be a train engineer. "When you're getting ready, what do you do next?" Julian waved at himself, bath taken, nails done, wig in place.
Before Catrice could answer that, Marie came back into the room. She looked as if her prayers to the gods of porcelain had not gone well. She glared around the room and both Catrice and Julian flinched. "Somebody's going to pay for making my period come early this month!" she snarled.
She stalked toward them. "What? You guys haven't done anything while I was in there tossing up last week's cafeteria specials?"
"Uh, no," said Julian. "We decided to wait for you to tell us what to do." Pretending incompetence and lack of initiative had gotten him out of danger during one of Marie's moods before. He knew that as long as you demonstrated willingness to do whatever she told you, Marie wouldn't hurt you.
"Okay," said Marie. Then she smiled. She looked at Julian and she smiled. "Lingerie," she said.
NEXT: "Tying a knot in his undies"
Note: TG deals femdom nails teens rated-M
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