"Dustin!" Dustin's father shouted, setting down the evening newspaper.
He stared as his son sashayed into the room in a tight cheerleader's outfit that his girlfriend Cindy had left last time she'd come over. Dustin's face was covered with rouge, eyeliner and lipstick. Ty nearly wet himself as his foster brother entered to sit down for evening dinner.
At the sound of his father speaking, Dustin looked around, but could see nobody other than Ty and his father. His name was Daphne, so obviously someone in the newspaper must be called Dustin. He sat down and extending a pinky gently sipped his ice tea.
"Son, why are you dressed like that? And what's that on your face? Are you pledging some school fraternity or something? Did you lose a bet?"
Dustin looked confused. He looked down, and with horror realized what he was wearing. He looked at his reflection in the dining room mirror,and blinked. He had been compelled earlier to shave himself all over, dress in women's clothing and put on make up by Ty, but he'd forgotten what he'd done to himself 3 hours earlier.
Ty was amazed at what a professional make up job, Dustin had done to himself. He'd expected more of a clown or hooker look, but with a wig, Dustin could pass as an athletic girl. Ty unexpectedly found his foster brother kind of hot, which embarrassed him. He contemplated turning Daphne into an anatomical female, or making guys irresistably attracted to drag queen Dustin, and making himself immune to his charms.
"Dustin, your friend, Ryan is coming for dinner. Are you sure you want him to see you like this?"
Dustin wanted to say, no of course not, but Ty bewitched me. Instead he sighed, and shrugged.
The door bell rang.
Dustin rose to get the door.
Ryan the quarterback was standing there in his letterman's jacket, and he nearly lost it when Dustin in drag opened the door.
"Hah! Man, Dustin, you look ridi--" he paused as Ty made Dustin irresistable to men, "you look amazing!" Ryan's hand dropped to adjust himself as his 9 incher boned up in the jockstrap under his blue jeans. "May I come in?" Ryan nonchalantly put his hand over Dustin's shoulder, and escorted his best friend, whom he now considered his date to the dining room.
Dustin's father found himself uncomfortably attracted to his teenage son, and squirmed in his seat. Ty just sat there and beamed. Ryan moved his place setting and chair, so that he was practically sitting on top of Dustin. It was so awkward, Dustin couldn't say no or shout or anything, Ty had rendered him docile and subservient. Ryan liked his girls that way, and new how to assert his authority.