Mikey entered the house looking like a 14 year old girl who couldn't have been more feminine. He did have fun with Sally and Mary and he looked forward to hanging out with them again, since they were really more fun than his guys friends. But he knew he shouldn't feel this way, and at the same time, he didn't care. That is... until his sister Zoe saw him.
"OH MY GOD! MOM! JANET! Look at Mikey! He looks like a baby hooker!" she screamed.
"Zoe, stop! How many times do I have to tell you not to pick on your little brother...." His mother said as she entered the room, stopping mid sentence as soon as she saw her son. Her hands covered her open mouth in shock.
Janet, who used to be Jon, smirked when he saw his little brother. Heknew the little creep had done something to him, and it had only been compounded by his careless mother's wishes, but to see him get some comuppance was great.
"Mikey, you look so adorable." Janet said.
"Mikey... why..." his mother stammered "Why are you dressed like that... and... are those more girls clothes you bought in those bags?"
What could Mikey say or do?
