Double double

 

'You're doing it because you're a little bitch!' Alex's sister's words echoed in his head as he sat in the crowded restaurant on a busy Valentine's Day evening watching the maitre'd guide his sister's boyfriend and her boyfriend's best friend towards the table. He sure felt like a little bitch right now. Isabel sat across from him grinning like a Cheshire cat. She knew she had done a great job transforming him into her sister – using his slight frame and delicate features against him to craft a pretty creature with high cheekbones, plucked arching eyebrows and plump red lips. What his body lacked in the breast department had been skilfully disguised with a satin dress that had a huge ruffled neckline stretching around his arms and chest and plunging down his back. The rest of the gown was short and rode high on his waxed legs and he needed to press his thighs together as Isabel had shown him to avoid flashing his panties, A thick bejewelled choker smartly hid his Adam's apple to ensure her boyfriend's buddy wouldn't suspect a thing – to ensure his date wouldn't suspect a thing. Alex sat up ramrod straight – rigid with nerves, feeling every bit the little bitch Isabel has told him he was.

“You're doing it because you're little bitch!!” Isabel had declared immediately after telling Alex her plan and listening to his weak protests. A week earlier, he had accidentally broken up her relationship with her boyfriend by sending her a prank Valentine's card. The boyfriend found it and suspected Isabel of running around behind his back, breaking off their tryst. Initially, she had demanded Alex come clean, however, she changed her mind when she realised what might happen to her waifish brother at the hands of her bigger, stronger beau. So, she had begged, until eventually the boy had agreed to a Valentine's Day reunion on one condition – Isabel find a partner for his down bad friend, Instantly seeing the opportunity for revenge, she had agreed without hesitation.

Alex had begged until the last, dragging his (high) heels right up to the threshold of their front door. But ultimately, as much as he didn't want to strut around in a mini-dress, he didn't want to get beaten to a pulp even more so. And so, he had gone along with the double date, saying little and smiling sweetly as Isabel and her boyfriend fondled one another beneath the table. The boy he had been paired with didn't seem like a bad guy – he was chivalrous even, opening Alex's napkin and handing him his menu, but he was a guy all the same, and so was Alex. His stomach was so cramped with nerves that he couldn't imagine eating, so when Isabel told the boys they were going to freshen up, relief washed over him. There was still the dilemma of using the women's bathroom but even five minutes away from the table and the boys' leering eyes was something.

“Where do you think you're going?” Isabel chastised him as he started to follow her into the restroom – a cruel smile was etched across her face. “You're due in the men's room right about now. I promised your date a little entrée.” She drank in the horror in his expression. “I suppose I can always tell my boyfriend what you did... He seems pretty fond of me again.” She watched her brother's head drop as he turned slowly towards the other bathroom. “That's a good little bitch!” She patted his rump in the tight dress, pert from walking in the heels. “Bon appetite!”