“Did we just do that?” she asked.
“I think so,” Jeremy said.
“Maybe you can come to Finn’s with me tonight, so everyone can see that I haven’t been lying about you.”
“Sure,” Jeremy said. “And then maybe tomorrow you can come out with me, so everyone can see that I haven’t been lying about you.”
“Sure,” Quinn said. “And then maybe the day after that, me and you can just go out and—I don’t know—see a movie or something?”
Jeremy smiled. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he’d taken so long to finally meet his doppelganger—but he was so happy that they’d finally met.
THE END
NOT TOO DEEP!
It’s rare that Randy and his stepbrother, Nathan, are left home alone. So when it happens one night, they make the most of it with a plenty of video games, movies, and drinking. After Randy puts Tootsie on the TV, Nathan feels the need to prove that he can make a more convincing woman than Dustin Hoffman. So he goes up to Nathan’s sister’s room and gets himself dolled up. And he’s right—he looks stunning in a cute little dress and a pair of heels.
A few drinks later, the boys get carried away and they wake up the next morning on the couch together, both knowing exactly what they’d done. But instead of it being the awkward end to an awkward, drunken night, it turns out to be the beginning of a deep, dark secret, that must remain a secret, especially from Nathan’s very conservative minister of a father.
CHAPTER I
It was my job to pick the movie and Nathan’s job to make the popcorn. I didn’t think that my decision would completely change both of our lives forever.
Nathan was in the kitchen upstairs, shouting down at me as I scrolled through the different options on Netflix. “Popcorn will be done in one minute. You better have a movie up!” I scrolled quickly through the options. I still hadn’t decided if we should watch an action movie or a comedy, so I was just searching through general recommendations. “Thirty seconds!” he shouted.
There wasn’t a real rush, but it felt like we were in a hurry. It was rare that we had the house all to ourselves, and we wanted to make the most of it. We only had the one television in our house and our parents were usually using it. If they weren’t using it, then our sister, Kathy was using it. We never got to play video games or watch R-rated movies (even though we were eighteen). Our parents thought video games and R-rated movies were degenerate and they limited us to a collective one-hour per night.
But now, our parents were out of town on some sort of church excursion, and Kathy was at a friend’s house for a sleepover. We’d already been playing video games for the better half of the day (probably logging close to twelve straight hours) and now we were ready for a night of Netflix. We had to make the most of our parents’ short trip out of town.
I suppose I should be more clear when I say our parents. I’m talking about my mother and Nathan’s father. Nathan’s dad met my mom a couple of years before, and after dating for three months, they decided to move in together, which meant joining our families together. It was weird at first, suddenly having a new brother and a new guy who was strangely insistent that I call him dad. They even had a dog—we’d never owned any pets before—so the house suddenly felt strangely full.
Nathan’s grandparents were always coming over to visit—even staying the night or the week. And around Nathan’s dad, my mom acted like a completely different person. She’d always been a free-spirited lady, never having gone to church a day in her life, and now she would wear long conservative dresses and she spent half of her time doing charity work for the church. She even wore a gold cross around her neck and prayed on her knees every night before bed. I’m sure the fact that Nathan’s dad was a minister had something to do with it.
But it wasn’t so bad. Nathan was a cool guy. He had tons of great stories and we liked all of the same movies and video games. His dad was always giving him an allowance (I hadn’t gotten an allowance in a decade), and he was always sharing it with me. We would go to the mall and cruise around, buying junk food and messing around at the arcade. He even took me out camping once and showed me how to build a fire. He was the brother I’d always wanted.
“I’m coming! There’d better be a movie on the screen!” he shouted as his body weight caused a creak on the top stair. So I panicked and put on the movie I had selected: Tootsie. It was an old comedy staring Dustin Hoffman and Bill Murray. I had no idea what it was about but it had a good rating. The film loaded quickly and started playing before Nathan reached the bottom of the stairs.
He’d popped two bags of popcorn into one large bowl. He’d also melted some butter to pour over top, and he’d gone a bit overboard with the salt—which wasn’t anything new. He plopped down on the couch next to me and asked, “What did you put on?” And I’d already forgotten the name of the movie.
“Some old comedy,” I said, grabbing a handful of popcorn.
“It’s weird having the whole house to ourselves, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yeah. It’s so quiet.” And it was abnormally quiet. Nathan’s dad was usually upstairs listening to classical music on his stereo system, and my mom was usually buzzing around baking something for nobody in particular. And then my sister was usually up in her room, blasting her own music as she zipped back and forth between her room and the bathroom as she got ready for some party our parents were completely oblivious to. But now, there was no one upstairs, unless you count the little mouse that lived in our walls.
“You want to have a beer?” Nathan asked, perking up as the idea came to him with a rush of excitement.
I felt the same nervous excitement. I’d never had a beer before, partly because I’d been living with a minister since the age of fifteen, in an already fairly conservative town. “What beer?” I asked.
“I was in the garage the other day and I found a case of beer. It looks old and might not even be any good. But we should drink it.”
He jumped to his feet and ran over to the garage to grab a few cans. He returned with them cradled in his arms. “I dropped one of them, but I can’t remember which one.” I grabbed one. The can was warm, but that didn’t affect our youthful excitement. I examined the label and found that the cans were four years old. They must have belonged to my dad, before the divorce. I wondered if my mom knew about them, and if she would notice a few missing from the case. The thought of disappointing her terrified me, but I hated the thought of disappointing Nathan even more. So I cracked my can. I smelled the beer inside. It smelled like beer—not like anything had gone bad, though I had no idea what that would have smelled like. Nathan cracked his beer.
“Cheers?” he said, holding his beer up.
“Cheers,” I said, tapping my can against his. We each took a sip. The taste was awful, as the taste of every first beer is. I winced but managed to swallow. I couldn’t figure out why adults drank so much of the stuff. Nathan made a similar wince, and then he coughed and covered his lips.
“That’s… something,” he said.
“Yeah. I mean—it’s not terrible,” I said, taking a second sip. It was less terrible now that I knew what to expect. “It’s different.
“Yeah. Different.” He took another sip. “Maybe I’ll stick these into the fridge. I bet it would be better cold.”
“Good idea.”
There was a mini fridge in the basement. It was filled with bottled water and a few colas. Nathan stuffed the remaining beer into the little fridge. He returned to the couch and we continued to slowly sip away at our beers.
I felt the liquor quickly. I’d never consumed alcohol before (except for the odd sip from my parents’ wine). It didn’t take long before my head was spinning and I was feeling funny inside. Nathan went and grabbed another couple beers. He appeared to be fine, even though it was also his first beer experience. I thought it was strange how fine he looked, seeing as he was so small.
Nathan was a short guy, and he was thin too. He o
nly weighed 120 pounds, with a height of 5’4”. He looked even smaller because of his long, shaggy blonde hair, which touched his shoulders. And his baggy clothes didn’t help much either.
I sipped my second beer even more slowly, worried the alcohol would hit me too hard if I wasn’t careful. But before I knew it, I had a third beer in my hand, and Nathan must have been on his fourth already, still appearing to be unphased. But I was about to find out that he wasn’t unphased at all. The liquor was quickly eating away at his better judgement and he was just putting on a good act.
CHAPTER II
The movie was surprisingly funny. It was about an actor who can’t get any work as a man so he dresses up like a woman. I thought it was funny, but Nathan seemed to find it frustrating. He kept saying things like, “How does anyone actually believe he’s a woman? He looks nothing like a woman.”
“I don’t know. I think he looks like a lady. He doesn’t look like a sexy lady by any means, but he looks like a lady,” I said. “Maybe like someone’s aunt or something.”
Nathan shook his head. “Then why are people hitting on him?” He kept shaking his head, as if he couldn’t come to terms with the fact we were watching a comedy movie and not a documentary.
I thought Nathan had gotten up to use the bathroom. And then ten minutes passed and he still wasn’t back yet. I looked at the table and counted his beer cans, though I wasn’t able to figure out how many of the cans belonged to me. I’d lost count. And I kept laughing, either at the jokes in the movie or at nothing at all.
I took another sip from my beer. I got up for the first time in an hour and then I stumbled. I suddenly felt a rush of warmth flowing into my brain, and I realized I was drunk. “Whoa,” I said. I’d never been drunk before, but I kind of liked it. There was a peculiar euphoria that I wanted to hold onto. And I felt so carefree. I certainly wouldn’t feel the same way in the morning, but I didn’t know that now. I found myself laughing, going to the fridge to grab another beer. There was only the one left. I figured I could share it with Nathan if he wanted it.
I stumbled back over to the couch. I continued watching the movie—for another fifteen or twenty minutes. The credits rolled and then the Netflix main menu came on. I took a long sip from my beer and then I remembered that I’d been watching with Nathan, who still wasn’t back from his bathroom break. “Nathan?” I called out. And then I heard him coming down the stairs.
I looked back and my heart skipped a beat. At first, I thought my sister was home from her sleepover. I quickly hid the beer that was in my hand, and then I remembered all of the empty beer cans on the table. But before I could turn around to do anything about the beer cans, I realized I wasn’t looking at my sister. I was looking at a stranger: a blonde chick with a black skirt and a black bralette. She was wearing thick high heels that clunked on every step, and her face was stunning and dolled up.
My second theory was that she was one of my sister’s friends. Maybe my sister brought her sleepover back to our house—but then why was she wearing nothing but a skirt and a bralette? Why wasn’t she wearing a proper outfit? Surely it was far too cold out for such a skimpy little outfit.
And then I realized I was staring at Nathan. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and said, “How do I look?” Even his voice was impressively feminine. I covered my lips to stop myself from spitting out the mouthful of beer I’d been holding for the past thirty seconds. I forced myself to swallow the beer before I choked on it.
“Oh my God,” I said. And then I started laughing.
“What?” he said, twirling in his little skirt. I recognized the skirt after a moment. It belonged to my sister, and so did the gold costume jewellery he was wearing. The bralette also must have belonged to my sister. Nathan had spent the past thirty minutes in my sister’s bedroom, putting on her clothes—but why?
“Why are you wearing my sister’s clothes?” I asked.
“To prove that I can make a more convincing woman than Dustin Hoffman,” he said, still in his girly voice. He said it as if I’d challenged him, as if I’d told him that he couldn’t look nearly as feminine as Dustin Hoffman. And maybe I did say something like that. But I had to admit: he really did make a far more convincing woman. In fact, he was terrifyingly convincing. His face looked so soft and feminine. His body was so petite and it fit my sister’s clothes so perfectly. His feet even fit into her high heels. And his legs and chest were so smooth—did he shave or did he just have no body hair?
“Did that really need to be proved?” I asked.
“Am I not the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen?” he asked, and I started to laugh. He did a little spin, holding his skirt up. As he spun, the skirt lifted into the air slightly—just enough for me to see the red tinge of lace beneath. He was wearing my sister’s panties. Instead of asking him why, I just started laughing even harder.
“Go get changed you weirdo!” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Not until you admit that I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.”
“Kate Upton is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” I said.
“Well then admit that you would ask me out if I went to your school,” he said. He had a smirk on his face, and even that smirk looked strangely feminine, even though it was just his usual smirk with a bit of lip-gloss.
“You do go to my school,” I said.
“So you’re about to ask me out then?” he said with a little giggle.
“Hell no,” I said.
He skipped over to the couch and sat down next to me. He leaned his body against mine. “Well I’m not changing until you admit it,” he said.
“That’s your loss,” I said. I laughed again, and then I noticed the sweet tinge of perfume tickling my nostrils. I didn’t recognize the smell, but I assumed it was something he found in my sister’s bedroom. I shook my head. “You’re drunk.”
“So are you,” he said.
“At least I’m not dressed like a woman,” I said.
“At least I’m not checking out my step-brother who is dressed like a woman,” he said.
I perked up. “I am not!” I snapped. “Get over yourself. Fitting into your sister’s panties isn’t something to be proud of.”
“Then why do you keep staring at me?” he asked.
“If a train crashed outside of our house right now, you would stare at it too.”
“Well I’m not changing until you admit that I’m a babe.”
“Well you will have fun explaining that to my sister when she gets home in the morning. Are we watching another movie or not?”
Nathan shrugged. I did my best not to look at him, knowing he would just think that I was admiring him. I didn’t want to fuel his ego anymore than I already had. I scrolled through the movie options and put on a horror movie—something about a child who becomes possessed by a demon.
The movie started off with a spooky scene. Nathan snuggled in close to me, wrapping his hands around my arm and pressing his mostly exposed body against mine. “You know I hate scary movies,” he said, still using that girly voice.
“Aren’t you cold in that?” I asked. “At least go put on a sweater.”
“Why would I need a sweater when I have you?” he asked, still with that big grin. I could feel my cheeks turning red, which I resented. My cheeks were betraying me—making Nathan think that he was successfully tormenting me. But it wasn’t Nathan—it was the perfume and the makeup and the clothes. Out of the corner of my eye, he really did look like a chick. But it’s not like I was actually interested in him—and it’s not like I actually found him to be even remotely attractive. Though I had to admit that he really looked like a girl.
But I’d always dreamed of cuddling with a girl on that very couch, watching a scary movie with the lights off. I’d never had a girlfriend before. I’d never even kissed a girl before, or hugged a girl who wasn’t a relative. I was drunk, and my drunken sensibilities were telling me to just pretend like Nathan really was a girl—at least j
ust in my head. He didn’t have to know that I was kind of enjoying his feminine company.
But at the same time, I had to make sure he knew that I wasn’t enjoying it. So I laid to the side, away from him. My efforts were short-lived. He laid down in front of me and snuggled back into me. “Just tell me how pretty I am and I’ll stop bugging you,” he said, wiggling his bum back into my crotch. I had to bite down on my tongue to stop myself from getting an erection.
“I’m not a good liar,” I said.
“Or do you just not want me to get changed?” he asked.
“I’d love it if you went and got changed,” I said.
“Then just tell me you think I’m pretty.”
I didn’t say anything. And maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t want him to get changed. Maybe I just wanted to pretend like I was cuddling with a real girl for the night.
So we kept watching the movie. Nathan remained snuggled tightly against my body. I kept my arm on my side, careful not to touch his body and give him the wrong idea. I tried not to breathe in through my nose, so I wouldn’t smell his perfume, which smelled so good. And I kept biting the edge of my tongue, willing my cock to remain flaccid. It was hard to focus on the movie.
CHAPTER III
But somehow, we got through the whole movie. Nathan reached out for the remote and pressed play on another movie. “We should probably start cleaning up so we can go to sleep,” I said.
“We can just clean up in the morning,” Nathan said, wiggling his bum back even more, pressing his soft cheeks up against my cock, which was now starting to harden. I bit my tongue again, but it did nothing. So I took a deep breath.
“Kathy might come home early tomorrow,” I said.
“I thought she was going to the mall with her friends in the morning. Isn’t that what she said? The mall doesn’t open until eleven tomorrow.”
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