Mark rustled the paper and furtive a furtive glance at Dustin. Mark couldn't believe how gorgeous his face looked with a little makeup. He idly wondered what Dustin's legs looked like. From the brief glance he'd had of them as Dustin sat down, they were fantastic.
He pushed this out of his mind as he heard a small 'eep' come from behind his chair. There stood June, holding a steaming dish of mashed potatoes, staring at the spectacle before her.
"Um," she said, swallowing hard. "Ryan, good to see you. And you, Dustin, where did you get that...Um...cheerleader uniform?" She put the dish down on the table and sank into her chair, unable to take her eyes off her son.
Dustin was confused, as here was another person talking about Dustin, when his name was Daphne. But he was the only person wearing a cheerleader's outfit. "Do you mean me, Daphne, mom?" he asked, in a soft, lisping voice.
"Y-yes. Yes, you...Daphne."
"Oh, well, Cindy left it over here and it just seemed like the perfect thing to wear, seeing as how Ryan is on the football team." He gave Ryan a come-hither look and patted him on the arm, acting the part of a complete sissy, as Ty had directed.
"Daphne is such a pretty name," said Ryan, grinning like a big dope.
Dustin/Daphne crinkled up his nose in a smile. "You're so sweet!"
Mark coughed. He'd grown an enormous erection just listening to Dustin's soft, effeminate tones and seeing his graceful mannerisms. He felt like he was about to cream his pants, and wanted to get the topic off Dustin.
"So, June, is dinner all ready?"
"Oh...um, yes, Dear, yes it is. I'll just go get it." She got up and finished setting the table, all the while keeping her gaze averted from her strangely altered son.
Ty grinned. June's reaction was all he had hoped. And Mark! Mark was ready to practically hump his own son! Ty was ecstatic!