Oh, it's you, "Dork" Zoe said as I reached the stairs.
"Good to see you too, Corpse" I replied. while telling myself to act normal. Despite our words, we both got on reasonably well, but I didn't want to be caught by anyone, even my goth sister..
"What's wrong with your voice?" Zoe asked, just as my jeans finally gave out. A loud ripping sound tore though the house, and in a panicked voice, I said, "Don't come in. My jeans..."
"Why not, my dear big brother. It's my job to embarrass you" Zoe yelled, appearing at the other end of the hall. She was dressed normally, wearing her usual black dress, boots, overdone white makeup, and her black painted lips had a smile that she only seemed to have when either she was with me, or when she was up to something. I turned away, hoping to hide, but of course, it was useless. She saw the panties. Instantly, her smile turned into a smirk.
"Interesting fashion choice, my dear big brother. Don't worry, its just us. The brat and the bitch won't be home until tomorrow" Zoe said.
"Its not out of choice" I whined awkwardly. Least I wouldn't be caught by mom or Mikey. Least Zoe would behave. Hopefully
"What are you saying? Someone forced you into that?" Zoe demanded as she got closer. Too close She saw exactly how well fitting the panties were, and her smirk turned into slight confusion. "Take off the jeans, Jon."
"What? No!" I whined.
"You're already in panties, and I know it, so how can it be worse for you, dear brother" Zoe said, before she quickly moved next to me and tore off the remainder of my jeans. She stared at me, and her look of confusion deepened, along with a slight look of shock as well as betrayal. She knew..
"You're really a girl?! How?" Zoe stammered.
"Not so loud! Zoe? Let go of me!" I hissed, but I didn't think she was listening to me.
"I've got a sister! But why wouldn't the bitch had dressed you like a doll as she did with me.... or why I am the unfavorite" Zoe said, her voice slightly bitter. She stared even closer at me, almost as if she was evaluating me. Or deciding what to do.
"Zoe! I.."
Zoe placed one of her talon like nails over my lips. "Not now. Just consider this both a punishment for not telling me, as well as a gift, my dear big sister" Zoe said in a sweet voice that i had rarely her from her. Both tone and words panicked me, even more than her discovery of my secret. Before I could protest, she pinched something in my neck and I fell unconscious.
When I awoke, I saw I was on Zoe's bed, with her standing by the door. "What? Zoe?!"
"I was always good at biology. so I knew how to knock you out" Zoe said proudly. "So, do you like my present, sis?"
"What 'present'? You better have not..." I growled as I rushed to Zoe's vanity. I stared at my now paled-face, black lipped reflection with horror. She had even done my nails, now lengthened into talons like hers. "Oh my God! Zoe!"
"Like it, sis? You're a pretty girl. Take off that gross top of yours and we can continue with our makeover
