Whatever Happened to Rhys? (Black Friday)

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Rhys found himself playing with his hair again. The long locks were dry from the sun and had loose ends from the humidity – just as real hair would. This was the longest he had ever worn the bodysuit and he was still finding things to be astounded by. Just the fact he was tottering down a Hawaiian beach in a bikini, turning the heads of surfers as he passed should have been enough – yet the way the sun beat down on the synthetic skin, the way it produced sweat that trickled down the small of his back leaving tiny tickling trails as it went all the way down to the perfect ass that had parted many a Black Friday crush over the years.

This is the least I deserve, he thought as he sipped a rum cocktail from a hollowed out pineapple. This was his just desserts for donning this ridiculous bodysuit every November to retrieve whatever trinket his sister desired this year. He didn't care that he had to enjoy it as a woman. Luxury was luxury.

Ten years ago Rhys had broken his sister's leg in a drunken bike prank gone wrong. Confined to the sofa with her limb in plaster, she had demanded that he put on a ultra-realistic female bodysuit she somehow had and brave the Black Friday crush to purchase a console game she was desperate for in lieu of revealing the true cause of her fractured leg to their parents. To this day, Rhys couldn't even remember what the game had been.

It certainly hadn't helped his memory that his sister had not called it one and done when it came to his new alter ego. Rather she continued to hold the bike incident over him like a dangling guillotine and made it a tradition to gleefully drag out the bodysuit every year for him to put on in place of his dignity. New phones, consoles, even an air-fryer one year, they were well into their twenties by now and due to the challenges of modern life, both still living with their parents. Rhys didn't know what his Mom and Dad would do after all these years if they found out what he had done to their daughter, but for the sake of the roof over his head, he dared not find out.

And then there was this year... His sister had sent him out as usual, this time to buy some super-light weight luggage for a girls' trip she was planning in the new year. He had gone to the checkout, the familiar feeling of shame behind his eyes as the shop assistant scanned the items...and then her face lit up. Rhys had won some kind of promotional prize from the company selling the luggage – a winter sun vacation to Hawaii.

The cocktail tasted extra sweet as Rhys thought of his sister. It was her passport that was tucked into the zip of the luggage that had won him his escape and she would likely find out what he had done when she took her own vacation in the new year. But, hey, what she going to do? He considered, grinning across the surf. Blackmail him?