“I think it’s a little short, don’t ya think?” Pablo looked down at his outfit. He hadn’t worn anything this revealing since switching to the other side of the gender fence.
“It looks perfect, some of my best work maybe,” his older sister said, head over heels with excitement. Her whole life, they had both lived under their mother’s roof, where she wasn’t allowed to go out, always had to cover up, and was expected to be a proper lady. Sneaking out on the weekends to party in cute outfits was her escape, both physically and mentally. “This is how girls are meant to dress, baby bro. Mom’s just a hater.”
“If you say so. I swear I didn’t have this much boob this morning.” Pablo poked at his push-up bra, his breasts on display in a very exaggerated way. His sister quickly slapped his hand away. “Hey, our family’s not particularly blessed, but we make do with what we have. Ugh, and you became such a skinny bitch too. That top was made for you.” Emily took him in for the 100th time since he’d switched. It had only been three days, but she had already put him through most of girl boot camp. “You’ll get to poke and prod at yourself all night once we get a little drink in us. Trust me, the boys will love it.” She giggled as they walked toward their Uber. Pablo imagined that for half a second and wanted to puke, just the reaction Emily was going for.
“Ladies first,” Emily opened the door for Pablo. He slid in, followed by his sister. “Ha ha ha,” he replied sarcastically, letting out a soft chuckle, something he hadn’t done much of since becoming a girl. He’d never been to any sort of club or bar; he was much too young for that, but his sister had assured him that wouldn’t be a problem now. Pablo still didn’t have his driver’s license, not that the face on the card would match anymore. “Do you even have your ID?” he asked his sister. She continued tapping away at her phone as she laughed at his question. “I don’t even have my credit card. You really don’t know how this works, do you?” Pablo could only sit in the backseat imagining what was about to happen.
