“Well, looks like you two are having fun!” Anne grinned at the sight of her children playing together. Steve immediately blushed and dropped his duck, only just realising how much he’d gotten into the game.
“I…well…” he stammered.
“It’s cute” Anne chuckled, “anyway, dinners on the way so it’s time to get out now” she added.
“On the way?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, I couldn’t be bothered to cook, so I’ve ordered Chinese” Anne replied, “I’ve put some stuff on your bed for you to put on. Come on Ems, leave Stevie to it” she added. With a disappointed sigh Emma got to her feet, and Steve noticed she was now almost chest height with their mother. Anne grabbed a towel from the heated rack on the wall and held it out. Reluctantly Steve pulled the plug and got to his feet. He stepped out the bath and took the towel, quickly wrapping it around his waist.
“Stevie! I’m nearly as tall as you!” Emma exclaimed with glee. It was true, Steve was just over a head taller than her now.
“Whatever” he grumbled as they all left the bathroom, and he made his way to his room. As he entered his eyes fell on the pile of clothes folded on the edge of his bed. He picked up a pair of pastel blue panties with butterflies on, and a pair of little mermaid pyjama bottoms.
“What…” he began.
“Well, seeing as we’re not leaving the house thisevening, I thought you might as well stick those on.” Anne said entering the room behind him, “I’m sorry she doesn’t have anything less girly” she added.
“Mom?” Steve gasped as he wasn’t expecting her to follow him, “why are you in here?” He asked. Anne replied by holding up a hairdryer and a brush.
“Your hairs too long to let it dry naturally” she said as she motioned for him to sit on the floor by the nearest outlet.
“Oh come on mom” he groaned, “I can do that myself.” He added.
“Not gonna risk it. Knowing you it’ll end up as a tangled mess!” Anne said sternly. Reluctantly Steve sat down by the socket and and Anne plugged the dryer in. She turned it on full blast and he felt the hot air hit the back of his neck.
“Ow!” He yelped, “that’s too hot!”
“Sorry monster” Anne replied, turning down the heat setting a notch, “is that better?” She asked. Steve nodded sullenly. Anne began to get get to work, brushing through his now shoulder length hair, waving the hairdryer back and forth as she did. Steve yelped again as the brush caught in a knot, causing him to flinch away. Anne rolled her eyes.
“Oh just stop being such a fucking pussy!” She snapped, “sit still and we’ll be done quicker” Steve sat there in silence, he could still feel the tingling pain from where his hair had been pulled. He poured as tears started to form again in his eyes, but he managed to keep himself together. A few minutes later Anne switched off the dryer.
“There, all done” she said, “finally” she added under her breath. Steve got to his feet and caught sight of himself in the mirror.
“Mom, what the flip?” He asked as he saw she had somehow styled his hair to look just like Emma’s, hanging slightly wavy to his shoulders, with a fringe swept to the side.
“Oh sorry” Anne replied, “guess I’m so used to doing it that way I didn’t even realise” she smirked as she tousled his head.
“Seriously, it’s not funny!” Steve snapped back, “I look like a flipping girl!”
“I said I’m sorry!” Anne said, angrily pulling the plug from the wall, “stop being such a fucking brat and just be grateful!” She shouted as she snatched the brush up from the floor. Steve was stunned at the way she was shouting at him, and could feel the tears coming back.
“I’m not a brat!” He shouted back through tears, “now get out of my room and leave me alone!” He added, stomping his foot on the word. There was footsteps in the hall and Jason appeared, having just arrived home from work. He was quickly followed by Emma, who looked a little annoyed.
“What’s going on in here?” Jason asked, folding his arms crossly, “why are you shouting and stomping like that?”
“He started it!” Anne said in huff.
“Nu-uh!” Steve replied, “you shouted first!”
“Cut it out the both of you!” Jason said angrily, “I don’t care who started it, I want you both to apologise to each other!” He added, glaring at the two of them.
“Sorry Steve” Anne said, stating the floor.
“Sorry Mom” Steve replied.
“Good, that’s better.” Jason sighed, “Anne, leave Steve to get dressed in peace. Let’s go set the table” he added, motioning for her to follow. Once they were gone Steve closed the door behind him and took a few moments to register what had happened. He looked at himself in the mirror again, and now the shock of his appearance had worn off he found himself smiling.
‘I guess I look kinda pretty’ he thought to himself as he turned to the clothes on his bed. He gingerly pulled on the panties, still not used to the way they lay flat over his crotch. Then with a sigh he pulled on the pink pyjama bottoms. Even though they would usually be miles to small for him, he found they were actually a little baggy. He finished up his outfit with a plain t-shirt from his drawers, then headed downstairs to join the rest of his family.
