Chapter Five

Sam knew that telling his sister not to do anything was a surefire way to make her do exactly the opposite. He just went straight for the stairs, going for speed over silence when he realized someone would catch a glimpse of him no matter what thanks to how the only way to get to the floor above was to pass by the living room.

Sure enough, Sophie was determined to have as much fun as possible with his situation. “We’re back!” she exclaimed, “Who wants to see Samantha’s new outfit?”

So much for slipping away without interacting with anyone. “Sammie!” Michelle called him over right as he reached the first step, “Don’t be rude. Come introduce yourself to Fiona’s friends.”

Wasn’t it obvious where he was going? And he wasn’t ready to introduce himself to anyone. Had the other girls been told about the plan, or did they think he was actually a girl? It definitely threw him when he was called ‘Sammie,’ when Sophie was normally the only one to use the annoying nickname.

The hesitation was enough for Sophie to catch up to him. “Don’t be shy, Sammie,” she giggled. Placing a hand on the small of his back, she nudged him away from the stairs and towards the living room. “You’re allowed to hang out with the big girls.”

Just like that, he was face to face with two girls he had never met before. Bridesmaids, presumably. They were both super attractive, too. Before, he might have fantasized about how he maybe had a chance with them, even if they were young adults and he was a college guy. Now, he was expecting them to burst into laughter at any moment.

“Hey, Sammie!” The busty redhead greeted him, “Or do you prefer Samantha?”

Her tank top made it quite the effort to not check out her cleavage. As for her question, the answer mattered a lot less compared to how he answered. Loath as he was to admit it, Sam realized that Sophie had been right about the whole girl voice thing. It wasn’t as if he could just be mute for the whole weekend, and talking like a boy would mean that he had dressed up like a tween girl for nothing.

“She prefers Samantha,” Michelle said, committing to both the false name and the false gender. The full name sounded more feminine, too. “Did you two have a fun shopping trip?”

“So much fun!” Sophie answered for them, “What do you think of her new shoes?”

“Cute!” the other bridesmaid replied, “I went through a pretty big pink phase last year. Those would’ve been great for my workouts!”

“Focus up, girls,” Fiona chuckled. She gestured to the laptop on the coffee table, where they were double checking everything for the coming days.

Taking that as her cue to usher her ‘sister’ out of the room, Sophie shot Fiona a wink as she led Sam back towards the stairs.

He tried to head towards the guest room he was staying in, only for Sophie to stop him. “Where are you going, Samantha?” she quietly asked, “We’re not done yet.”

What else was there to do? He was dressed from head to toe in the clothes they had just purchased. The more time he spent with Sophie, the more she was going to be entertained at his expense. Except he could hardly make a scene at the top of the stairs, when there was a chance his male voice would carry to the floor below.

Begrudgingly following her to the room at the other end of the hall, he closed the door behind them before finally speaking up. “What do you mean we’re not done?” he flatly asked.

Sophie giggled. “Sorry. It’s just, you really can’t pull off ‘serious boy’ right now. But hey, looks like Fiona’s friends bought it. Congrats, Sammie. You can pass as a little girl.”

Hardly a reason for congratulations. Rather than taking the bait, he simply said, “Okay, it worked. So, we’re done.”

“It worked for now,” she clarified, “But they weren’t looking that closely, were they? You need to shave. Your whole body. And am I going to be talking for you all weekend?”

“But-” he hesitated. Body hair was something else he hadn’t considered amidst the embarrassment of Sophie’s idea that the other women had decided to run with. He was literally wearing a skirt. Though he didn’t have much leg hair, making the blonde wisps difficult to see from a distance, someone was bound to notice once he was seated and there was more proximity between them.

“You’re fine,” Sophie rolled her eyes, “It will grow back, won’t it?”

Well, yes. But still.

Not waiting for him to argue about what they both knew she was right about, she said, “Go shower. And no using your boring boy soap; use mine instead. Honestly, you should be thanking me; that stuff is expensive. Make sure you get everywhere with the razor, too. Legs, armpits, chest. Ooh, you should probably do your crotch, too. Just in case!”

He grimaced at both the suggestion, as well as how casually his sister referenced that part of his body. It wasn’t quite as overt as what she said earlier, though it was still awkward for him due to both their relationship and how they were opposite genders despite the ‘Samantha’ thing.

“Right now?” he asked. It was kind of a weird time for a shower, since he normally only did so in the morning or at night, plus he had already rinsed off earlier.

Sophie rolled her eyes again. “How else are you going to get rid of all that gross boy hair? You’re a girl, Sammie. Right?”

Wrong. But he was going to have to pretend for the next few days. And Sophie wasn’t exactly wrong; his hair would grow back. The main problem, aside from letting himself be put through this, was that he had never shaved like that before. He had no idea how long it would take for his body hair to return.

At least a shower meant a break from Sophie, as well as a moment to catch his breath. Ever since she and the others discussed whether or not he could pull off being the flower girl for the wedding, it had been full steam ahead on the transformation.

Unfortunately, Sophie wasn’t going to let him go off just like that. “Wait. I’ll come with you,” she insisted, when he walked out of the room to get the shaving done before he could talk himself out of it. “You probably need a tutorial in being a little girl.”

The guest bathroom was a little cramped with both of them in there. This was also the first time Sam had seen his reflection since he had changed in the car. The ‘girl’ looking back at him was embarrassingly convincing, especially with the training bra that added a hint of a curve to his chest. It wasn’t quite as bad as when he had been wearing the frilly flower girl dress, though wearing casual tween girl clothes was still awkward when he was used to how he normally dressed and looked in the mirror.

“Okay!” Sophie exclaimed, acting more peppy than necessary in the resonant bathroom, “This will be fun. I’ve never had a little sister before. I hope she isn’t too much of a brat.” Then she launched into everything Sam would need to know about how he would do things compared to his normal hygiene ritual. “Make-up wipes do exactly what the name suggests. Do that before you shower. Take out your bobby pins and put them wherever for now. Like I said, you need to use all of my products when you shower, since we want you smelling like a girl. I’m assuming you don’t normally condition your hair? Of course you don’t. So, you want to work the conditioner into those girly blonde locks, then leave it in there for a while. I’d say wash and shave your whole body, and then rinse the conditioner out. Oh, and Sammie? I meant what I said about shaving your crotch. If someone else ends up helping you with one of your dresses this weekend, you don’t want them catching a glimpse of anything down there. You’re twelve years old. You’re a girl. You need to look the part, Samantha.”

Instructive as his step-sister was being, the constant references to him being a ‘girl’ made it obvious that she was enjoying this. Most of what she went through was pretty straightforward, and there were only a few additions to his usual process. He mostly ended up focusing on the last part. Would one of the other bridesmaids be involved at some point? It made sense, when thinking about how Mia would probably be assisted with this or that if she were here. He was more mature than the original flower girl, though no one but his immediate family knew that. And, while he could suffer through shaving down there, wouldn’t his privates still be noticeable in just panties?

He would just have to rely on the fact that Sophie wouldn’t risk revealing his real age or gender, when she was obviously having fun treating him as if he were her little sister. She also didn’t give him much time to think about it. “Hop to it, girly!” she said, pulling back the shower curtain, “Everyone is waiting on us!” Giving him some privacy, she left the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Sighing to himself after another reluctant glance in the mirror, Sam began undressing. The peace and quiet he had been looking forward to was only so peaceful when he had to deal with so many steps he wasn’t used to. Taking off a training bra, for starters. Then there were the bobby pins to remove and the make-up to wipe off. At least he looked more like a boy after stripping down and undoing Sophie’s little makeover.

That relief didn’t last very long when he knew what was next. The pink razor on the counter was impossible to ignore, and he also wasn’t thrilled to be using all of Sophie’s products.

Even so, he turned on the water and waited for it to heat up, reminding himself all the while that he was doing this to get a more expensive car than he would have received before.

The first part was tolerable. Aside from applying conditioner to his hair, the rest was a familiar process, and one that he rushed through due to already being clean from his shower that morning. Shaving, however, took SO long. He started with his legs, which seemed like the most tedious. Sure enough, it took a while to get all that, and he was starting to feel rushed when there was only so much hot water left.

Sam really didn’t have much arm hair or chest hair, so that was simply a matter of making a few passes with the razor. Then it was time to take care of his crotch. He still wasn’t convinced that it was necessary to be smooth all over, when being a natural blond and wearing underwear would theoretically be enough to keep anyone from seeing his private area. But on the slim chance that somebody noticed, he didn’t want to risk it. Besides, the same logic applied in terms of how he’d be covered as he grew it all back. If anything, his legs would be more embarrassing since it was late summer and he’d be wearing shorts once the wedding was over and things were back to normal.

It was so weird seeing himself fully hairless. His legs were one thing, but it literally looked like he hadn’t gone through puberty now that he had shaved where it counted most. By the time he was rinsing off the last of the shaving cream, followed by the conditioner in his hair, the water was barely lukewarm. And, when he turned the water off and was hit with a draft from the cool AC, Sam looked even less mature down there.

“All done, Samantha?” Sophie asked. Had she just been hanging out in the hallway? Or maybe she had just walked by to check on his progress every now and then. Either way, she let herself into the bathroom without knocking when there was no longer the sound of running water on the other side of the door. “You’re taking forever in here. It’s almost like you’re a girl, or something.”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Sam muttered. Instead of grabbing a towel like he normally would, he awkwardly shivered behind the curtain. It wasn’t as if he could do anything else, when he was naked and Sophie was on the other side.

“Say it like a girl,” Sophie insisted, “Mom and Fiona told me to make sure you sound like Mia before we join everyone downstairs. Go on, Sammie. Give me your best little girl voice!”

He flushed at the thought of speaking in a higher tone. There was no way it would be believable and, up until now, he had been in denial about that being part of the disguise. Couldn’t he just throw a few petals, then skip the reception? And also not socialize with the bridesmaids ahead of time or whatever? Unfortunately, it sounded like the others had made the decision in his absence.

Calling out his hesitation and happily teasing him about it, she asked, “Aww, is someone shy? Don’t worry, I’ll stay right here until you try. I’ll just take these towels, too. It’s really up to you, Samantha. Are you going to be a brave little girl, or . . . ?”

“Seriously?” he replied. As usual, Sophie was technically doing what the rest of her family wanted, while putting her own bitchy spin on it. And there wasn’t much Sam could do in response, when she was taking advantage of the fact that he was in a vulnerable position.

“Seriously,” she said, “And pouting about your mean older sister isn’t going to get you anywhere. Come on, just show me that you can pass as a girl. Not just physically; that’s the easy part.”

The one good part about being behind the shower curtain was that Sophie couldn’t see him scowl or blush at the insult about his size. Or how she was leaning into the story that he was the original flower girl’s age.

Did he actually have to do this? Similar to everything else she had thrown at him, Sophie had an annoying way of pointing out that there was a good reason for him to go through this with her. Practicing now would ensure that no one caught his male voice mixed with whatever embarrassing, high pitched nonsense he was going to have to come up with. But also, he knew full well that she was entertaining herself with the situation along the way.

Every second he stalled was another second Sam was letting Sophie be amused by his reluctant silence. Sighing to himself, knowing that he was going to have to suffer through at least a few instances of pretending to be a girl, he went with something that was a hybrid of feminine and sarcastic. “Like, oh my God. Get out, Sophie!”

Obviously, it wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. She laughed out loud at the attempt, only criticizing him after catching her breath. “Yeah, that needs some work. You’re twelve, not five. Starting middle school in a month, right?”

Something like that. He could barely remember 6th grade as a boy, let alone what it would be like as the opposite gender. “I can practice without you,” he said.

“Should’ve been practicing this whole time,” she countered, “And you still sound like a child. Be a tween girl, Sammie. A little more mature. Just a little. You’re still my annoying little sister, after all.”

Begrudgingly going along with the exercise, thoroughly flustered by the time Sophie said that she believed that it was her little sister on the other side of the curtain, Sam tried to recreate the feminine tone he had just found. “Now put the towel back and give me some privacy.”

Whether he was talking like a boy or a girl, there was still no authority when he was naked and it had already been established that they were playing by Sophie’s rules. Probably would be all weekend, since she was a little bit responsible for him when there were only so many people who knew the truth. Michelle would be busy with last minute wedding prep stuff, and Fiona wasn’t going to have a minute of downtime until after the reception.

Sophie knew it, too. “In a minute, Samantha,” she said. For once, he would have preferred ‘Sammie,’ even if that was now going to be perceived as a nickname for the female version of his name. “First, did you shave?”

“Yes. You don’t-” That’s as far as he got.

“Umm, what are you doing?” Sophie asked, “We just figured out your tween girl voice. Stay in character, Sammie. You don’t want to slip up downstairs, do you?”

With an annoyed huff, as well as an adjustment where his vocal cords were concerned, he said, “Yes. I shaved.” The aim was still to answer as flatly as possible despite how ridiculous he sounded.

“Everywhere?” she clarified.

He hesitated, which was telling enough. Sam’s hand was currently covering his crotch, in case Sophie decided to yank the curtain aside for the sake of embarrassing him; though he couldn’t see his smooth crotch, he could slightly feel the recently shaved area against his palm.

Sophie laughed again. “Perfect! Okay, I’m going to leave you a clean pair of panties; you can wear the same training bra. Put those on and come to my room. I need to do your hair and make-up again, then you get to try on your very first dress. Well, second dress. But I bet you’ll like this one more!”

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