Instead he had heardher talking in the kitchen to their mom and he had tried desperately tohide the evidence of his desires from her. He had tossed t...e dress andpetticoat into the closet haphazardly and was sitting, trying to wipethe makeup off his face. Suddenly he heard a small cough and heturned, staring at his sister."Steven, mom and I have decided to help you out. Now I don't know whymom wants me to help you, but if you're going to be a girl like me, thenwe're going to have to make you. “Bing Bong” the door bell rang. I scampered to answer it. “Mum I’m going out with John, see you later” I shouted.We ran and laughed and talked and ran some more, until we reached the park.I was as happy as the proverbial sand boy.We played on the swings and met up with some other guys and played football and just messed about.Then John said “Let’s go over to the coal yard”I didn’t need asking twice.We headed straight up into the office and I nearly ripped John’s shorts off as I grabbed for his. Fuck etiquette.“Hey, Rob. I got raped tonight like you told me I would if I hooked up with Howard and Dennis Maddox. I got mouth-fucked, too, which shouldn’t surprise you at all. I probably asked for it, right? Anyway, call when you get this message. I don’t think I’ll be getting to sleep anytime soon, so fuck whatever time it is. Oh, and I busted my knee. And I’m a girl now, too, which explains why I sound like my sister, right?” He laughed, hanging up.“So, dude,” he muttered. “Please explain. OOo“Please drive up to the window,” she announced as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Show me. I repeated the words silently as I pulled up, forced to look slightly up at her, noting how perfect her vantage point was.“Ketchup?” she asked, but from the way she smirked, her brows forming questions, I knew that wasn’t all she was asking. I could, of course, just take my meal and drive off, but something told me that, if I did, our little game was over, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted -.