Under the Influence Part 3

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I realise I have left this a bit open ended. I plan to do a sequel some time in the future.

Somehow things had got worse when the nightclub closed. Somehow Claire's grasp on her brother's life only got more firm as they were forced apart into their separate homes. Somehow being made to stay home was exposing Brody's feminised form to more of an audience than tottering around outside Ripped Gene's ever had. Somehow meticulously applying his own makeup was more demeaning than having his sister do it for him Brody thought ruefully as a blob of mascara clumped his lashes together.

It is true that you can't dig yourself out of a hole, only deeper, but what choice did he have as Claire's mountain of blackmail material piled up? If he didn't comply, she would expose him to everyone he knew, and now as his career as a girly nightclub promoter was forced to end, his new role as a Youtube fashion influencer was just beginning. This might be his apartment but make no mistake, this was Claire's dollhouse – and he was her doll.

“Hey, enough!” His sister called out from his laptop screen. “You look gorgeous already. We're not going to get any more subscribers from you spending the entire afternoon on your face – not that I am unimpressed. I can tell you have been practising.”

Brody sighed and turned to face her. He prayed they could get this video done in just a few takes. The bow in his hair was itching and the dress Claire had picked out was hideously prissy. He had been rehearsing his female voice at her demand after she had overdubbed their first few videos and now was his time to 'shine'. He pressed record on his laptop and forced a sweet smile into the camera. “Hey, Gals! Me again!” he simpered and twirled so the dress flowed around him while his sister tried to suppress a fit of giggles in the inset. “I have so many fabulous outfits to show you today!”

Three hours later and Brody's dignity was well and truly crippled. Claire was receiving the video files he had emailed her when she stopped to look at him through the screen. “Sucks, doesn't it?” she glared at him. “Feeling so exposed, so powerless. You couldn't keep my secret and you humiliated me, and now...I'm humiliating you by holding onto a secret. Ironic...don't ya think?” At last she smiled again and Brody gazed down at his heeled feet. “By the way don't forget to send me that box full of your clothes...otherwise your secret won't stay secret.”

His sister ended the call and he looked over at the cardboard box she had sent the latest outfits over in. He had to fill it with his own clothes and send it back just as he had the three boxes before that. Slowly Claire was replacing his entire wardrobe leaving him stuck at home with a collection of clothing that would make Barbie proud. Two more boxes and he would have nothing left and with her surprise video calls she would know if he held anything back. He was in a hole alright – a pink, lacy and satin filled hole – and for now what could he do but keep digging? Digging and plotting for a way to turn the tables...