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“Fuck me!” Harlow slapped the cards to the table angrily.

“Maybe later.” Harry laughs. “For now, why don’t you come over here and take your seat.”

“Nnnn.” Harlow groaned and turned to simply leave when a delicate hand gripped his arm like a steel clamp.

“You wouldn’t be about to back out of your bet would you?” Valerie hissed in his ear, her bright red nails digging into his flesh.

“No?” ‘Ow fuck!’

“I didn’t think so. Now, laugh and smile.” Her voice hissed before switching into a boisterous giggle which Harlow was forced to join in before she let his arm go.

Harry watched the exchange with a knowing smirk. He knew Val was some kinda egghead but she still had the body of a cheerleader, she always rebuffed any of his advances towards her, but her new friend and Danny’s girlfriend acted much more open to the idea and a hell of a lot dumber. The girls whispered for a few seconds before giggling and turning around in a scene all too reminiscent of highschool. Lucy faced him with a drunken smile as she sheepishly rubbed her elbow. ‘She’s got it bad!’ "Here ya go." He slapped his leg eagerly. "Got it all warmed up for you."

“Thanks.” He said sarcastically as he forced himself to sit in the man’s lap. Immediately he wrapped an arm around Harlow’s waist, pulling him in closer. Before Harlow could break his ape-like hold Harry handed Harlow three cards, followed by a fourth

“Here you go sweetheart, hold these for me.”

“Okay?” he mumbled as he took the fifth card. At least maybe he could make a couple of plays of his own even if it meant he had to deal with Harry’s busy hands.

“I like to save my hands for more important activities.”

“Mhm.” He mumbled, shifting the cards around in his hand while Harry’s hand went unnoticed as it gently caressed his breast. Harlow smiled, looking at the cards. He was one card away from a royal flush.

Harry smirked, when he saw Lucy’s subtle smile. ‘Oh she’s definitely a slut. I’m doing Danny a favor turning this trick out.’ “Yeah, you like that?” He whispered.

“I think with one more we’ll be good to go.”

“I get it, you like to be teased.”

“Yeh-huh?”

Harry took one card out of the hand and threw it into the center, “We’ll take one.” Collins spun a card towards Harry. Harlow quickly snapped it up and shifted in his seat, ‘Finally! My luck’s turning around.’ He got the perfect card.

‘Fuck this bitch loves to tease too!’ Harry’s cock hardened in his pants leg as Lucy’s ass dry-humped his lap. “You know, I think I was wrong earlier, you’re not a cheerleader. You’re a wide receiver, or you will be later tonight.” Lucy looked over her shoulder with a smile and giggled excitedly.

Harlow shifted uncomfortably as he felt something stiff poking his butt, ‘What is that? Wait, what did he say?’ Harlow looked over his shoulder, remembering his smile, ‘Oh crap.’ Harlow didn’t understand why but that smirk plastered on Harry’s face made him uncomfortable, ‘Uh…how would Valerie handle this?’ He smiled and laughed and that seemed to satisfy whatever the idiot had been talking about.

Danny shook his head and stared at his cards. Harlow lost another bet and now he had to sit on Harry’s lap. If he wasn’t supposed to be Lucy’s boyfriend he would laugh at him. They were friends and he loved the guy, but sometimes he deserved a little comeuppance but for the most part he always managed to wriggle out of whatever he got himself into. Of course Lucy’s luck was as usual shifting any of the bad luck towards him. When Harry laid out a royal flush, completely destroying his three of a kind, he was sure it was part of some punishment for helping a bad friend. “I gotta pee.” Lucy laughed, using Harry’s shoulder to help himself up, his finger sliding gently across his chest as he walked away.

“Hey, I gotta hit the head too. Deal me out.”

“Good, maybe let the rest of us win one.” Danny grumbled, picking up his two new cards.

“When I’m done you can have your lucky rabbit’s foot back.” Harry laughed as he stood up and followed Lucy.

Harlow pushed the door behind him, standing in front of the toilet for a moment before remembering that he could not stand to pee even if he was alone. As he was flushing and pulling his panties up the door slowly opened. Harry stood in the doorway, his smile spread across his face like a shark’s grin. All tooth and hunger. “We’re finally alone.”

“What do you want?” Harry knew Lucy was into him, if she wasn’t she would’ve yelled and cursed as she kicked him out. But she didn’t. She leaned against the counter, panties around her ankles and a lustful stare.

Harlow held himself up carefully, his ankle didn’t hurt but his knees were weak under the unexpected amount of alcohol found in a simple cocktail. “I want you to honor our bet.” He chuckled, pulling the feminine man into him and kissing him. The shock of a grown man pulling him off of his feet and into his warm body was too much for his mind to understand immediately. It took a few seconds but his mind finally caught up when he felt Harry’s tongue sliding around his own. Pulling his head away did nothing, he would just lean in more and grope his ass. Even as he climbed back over the countertop. He tried to push Harry away. But his delicate hands against his solid chest were no match. In a desperate act of freedom he at least tried to force Harry’s tongue out of his mouth. Big mistake! Now he was trapped in a tongue war with the large man.

Finally Harry broke their kiss and spoke, breathlessly. “Damn girl. I knew you were wild just looking at you.”

“W-y-I’m dating Danny.” Harlow gasped as he tried to catch his breath.

“You didn’t mind earlier when you were grinding my cock like a stripper.”

“I was-” The sudden realization of what was underneath him earlier had finally forced its way through the fog of alcohol.

“Yeh. So don’t chicken out now. Besides, we made a bet.” Harry kissed the nape of Harlow’s neck. Unfortunately no one had ever done this to Harlow before so he was completely unprepared for the wave of pleasure this sent directly down his spine and through every inch of his nervous system.

“Oh g-od!” He gasped. “No, I-we can’t.” he whispered as he tried to pull himself away. Harry let his prey slip through his fingers for a moment before wrapping his hand around Harlow’s thin waist.

“Come on. It’ll be our little secret.” Harlow realized pushing him away was useless so when Harry kissed the other side of Harlow’s neck, nearly dropping him to his knees, Harlow simply held on, digging his nails into his beefy arms.

“We..no I um…fuck.” ‘God why’s it so hard to think?’ All he could think about was the pleasure he felt as Harry sucked on his neck like a vampire, and the pain his pent up prick felt as it pulled once again against the glue. `And why are you hard!?’ He screamed internally at his little Harlow. He wasn’t gay! But between the alcohol, Valerie’s little teasing earlier, and now the new sensual sensibility he didn’t know his body had, and how long it had been since he got some direct stimulation of his own he couldn’t help that his body not only reacted positively but wanted more! Harry’s hands caressed his tight dress, each touch a reminder of how much stronger this man was than him. His hands were rough and calloused from hard labor but gentle as they embraced the feminine form of Lucy. ‘No. Gotta think, if he has his way he’s gonna find out and probably kill me before Jefferson can!’ Harry’s left hand slid up Harlow’s side as his right crept every downward to its true destination. She was nervous, many women were at first. They always made excuses as to why they shouldn’t but he realized long ago that those excuses weren’t for him, but for them. Little lies they tell themselves about why they can’t follow their pleasures. “I’m married. We shouldn’t.” She’d say, “We’ll be caught.” or, “I have to pick my kids up in an hour!” and Lucy’s protests were no different. She had a boyfriend, and Danny was his friend but it’d be better he expose her for the slut she obviously was now than for him to find out later after he fell in love. Like every woman before her Lucy grabbed his hand, stopping him for that final moment before he would lift up her dress and ram his cock into their pussies. Harry stopped all of his movement on her, this was a truly pivotal moment for them. Every so often the woman would stop him and tell him she can’t. Shouldn’t and can’t were different. Shouldn’t just meant she needed more convincing, which his hands were usually convincing enough. He stopped if she ever said she couldn't. Whether she couldn’t because it wasn’t in her nature or because she had made up her mind he didn’t really care. But sex after can’t, was something entirely different than seducing a woman away from another man.

Harlow looked up at the man, gasping and thankful that he came to his senses in time to keep his hand out of his crotch. “We’ll get caught if we have sex…I’m loud.” Harry smiled but waited. “What about…option D?” Harry looked at Harlow with confusion until his eyes fell upon the massive breasts pressed into his chest.

“More like double D.” He chuckled.

Harlow forced a smile, “What do you say?”

“It’s a start to work off your debt to me.” He smiled before taking a step back and unbuckling his belt.

Harlow released the breath held in his throat, he didn’t want to give this guy a boob job but when it dawned on him through the fog that he suddenly stopped feeling one of Harry’s hands because it was busy groping his fake chest it seemed like the best solution to get this guy out of his hair without causing a commotion.

Harlow’s mouth fell open as Harry unleashed the massive cock from his pants. Harlow had never felt like he was under-endowed before now but at a glance he would guess Harry was packing close to eleven inches if not twelve. “Yeah,” he laughed, “I get that a lot.” Harlow already thought he was a massive tool and his own tool being so massive gave him reason to hate him even more. He thought for a moment about screaming and claiming Harry attacked him but that would draw attention to everyone, and if he could convince Valerie then there would be cops and the police would no doubt interrogate the both of them and his story he left his ID at home wouldn’t hold up for long once they searched the database and found Lucy….didn’t exist. No, just letting him get off on two fake tits was much easier and less messy. Harlow knelt on the cold tile floor, immediately wishing he thought to put a towel down first as a form of padding. Slipping off the one shoulder strap he slowly lowered his top, hoping and praying that Val did a good enough job that it didn’t expose any seams. Harlow looked up at Harry expectantly. He didn’t look angry or confused, if anything he looked just as excited as before if not moreso. Was he just going to stare at him? “You know what to do.” He finally said.

“Uh…actually I’ve never done this sort of thing before.” A nervous laugh escaped Harlow’s lips.

“Love the innocent act, babe, but come on.” Harry stroked his cock, the leaking precum making it slicker and slimier than before. Hiding his revulsion by ducking his head and grabbing the thick cock he placed it between his fake tits quickly. The sooner he could get this started the less he’d have to touch another man’s dick, and the sooner it would be over and he could drink the memories away.

Lucy blushed at first, even acting innocent but she quickly grabbed his cock with a couple of jerks before putting it in between her massive tits. ‘Danny must like that innocent act.’ His last thought before his mind wandered and succame to his lust. Her breasts were magnificent, soft but firm, and the way she squeezed her tits together as she stroked his cock had him wondering if he would be able to last more than a minute. He was never a quickshot like some men but he had always been able to distract himself by pleasuring the women he’d bed. “Oh fuck, baby. Your tits are amazing!” He whispered loudly.

“Shh.” She shushed and picked up her speed. She clearly loved to tease men! Because every few seconds she would kiss the tip of his dick. ‘If I time it right?’ He thought incoherently and imagined, if her tits were this good, how good was she with her tongue?

Harlow had hurried and put Harry’s cock between the fake chest, but almost immediately it began to slip away. Using the fake chest instead of his bare hands he was able to grasp the thick dick laying on his chest and did his best to stroke it off quickly. Harry moaned and swore and started thrusting his hips like the horny dog he was. Harry fucking his breasts would have been fine except every so often the head of his cock would spring forward and try to force its way into his mouth. He tried to back away but found, much like their makeout session, Harry would follow. Not wanting to even attempt to use his tongue to force it away, he simply looked up at Harry, keeping his lips out of danger.

Lucy looked up at Harry with the hungry lustful eyes that pleaded for him to take her. Claim her as his own in his harem of cheating wives and girlfriends. None of them could hold a candle to him and he knew it, their eyes told him so every time. Harry groaned one final time and grabbed on to the only thing he could, Lucy’s hair.

Harlow yelped in pain as the extensions pulled aggressively against his real hair. As he did he felt something squirt into his mouth and on his face. Out of reflex he swallowed the salty liquid, but once he realized what it was he pulled back, letting/forcing Harry to finish between his fake breasts.

After some panting Harlow stood and with his eyes closed turned to wash his face. The familiar  arms snaked around his thin waist before he could start the sink. “That was amazing.” Harry breathed heavily into Harlow’s ear. “Fuck baby…if that’s what a taste is like, I can’t wait for the real thing.”

“Wha-” Once again his hair was pulled, his mouth forced open in pain, and a tongue was forced inside. If he could hardly push the brutish man off of him before it was impossible now. His first attempt had his manicured and painted nails wrap around his slimy cock.

Harry’s tongue was replaced with his thumb and something salty. “Get used to the taste.” He promised, Harry had slipped his thumb between Harlow’s heaving bosom and scooped up his own cum and depositing it in Harlow’s mouth. With a kiss on Harlow’s cheek, he buckled up his pants and slipped quietly out of the bathroom.

Harlow quickly washed his face, scrubbing with the lone washrag he found by luck and memory. Scrubbing his face clean he was finally able to see once again. When he could see again he was startled to see Valerie standing beside him in the mirror. “Jesus christ!” He shouted. “What are you doing in here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Why are you washing off your makeup?”

“I’m not I uh-”

“Why is your top off?”

“It’s…well…um…see I spilled something on the dress and-”

“And your breasts?” She pushed one to the side exposing the stickiness in between.

“Well…look I…um.” Valerie of course knew what happened.

She watched Lucy drunkenly stumble into the bathroom and Harry follow in soon after. They were definitely not smooth. She kept waiting outside of the door for Harlow to scream or shout for Harry to get off of him but instead it grew quiet followed by moaning. She had never considered Harlow gay, and Harry fit the bill for a classic closet case but the fact Harlow willingly dropped to his knees and sucked off Harry was a startling surprise even for her.

“Did you and Harry f-”

“No!” He growled. “Not…no. I…”

“You gave him a…” she balled her fist jerking it back and forth in an obvious motion.

“No. Um…Look I was just, holding up my end of the bet okay?”

“Okay. I didn’t know you had the hots for Harry.”

“I don’t!”

“If you were actually dating my brother I’d throw you out so fast!”

“I’m not, I mean I didn’t cheat.”

“Try to lie again when you don’t have Harry’s cum on your breath.” Valerie growled. She didn’t care and even if she told Danny what happened he wouldn’t care either. But if she didn’t act mad she would be unable to contain her laughter. “Forget it. You need to redo your makeup and get back out there.”

“You expect me to go back out there?”

“Of course! Danny’ll get suspicious if you just hide away. He’s expecting his good luck charm to get back and sit in his lap.”

“You can’t be-”

“Hey. You almost finished the night without needing me to remind you.”

“What?”

“So I guess you’re packing your bags. No wait, you have nothing but the clothes on your back. Well, I guess I can let you keep those.”

“Wait no, you can’t be serious. I did everything you said all da-”

“What did I say?!” Valerie snapped, flicking her finger into his face like a dagger, “I said if I had to remind you once! I had to remind you now and clearly you forgot multiple times tonight. I am not risking my life if you can’t even play nice. So, you’re out.”

“No wait, come on. I’m still new to this.” He begged. “I slipped okay? But you can’t just kick me out for one slip up.”

“Oh no? Watch me.”

“Please, give me a second chance!”

“This was your second chance!” Harlow’s naked chest heaved with every panicked breath he took, after everything he had been through he was about to be out in the gutter? Dressed like this?! “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, Lucy.” Valerie turned and opened the door.

Harlow threw himself at the door, slamming it shut and blocking her path, “Wait! Just one more second chance. Please. I’ll do anything. I promise I’ll smile like an idiot and giggle and whatever else.”

“You’re already supposed to be doing that?”

“What else then? Name it.”

“Name it?”

“Anything! Please, I’ve proven I can. I just forgot once.”

Valerie pretended to think for a moment, “Fine, but I want you to beg.”

“I am.”

“No. Beg me to help you be a good girl.” Valerie let herself smile and giggled.

“Are you serious?”

“Good luck Lucy.” Her smile vanished as she grabbed the doorknob again.

“No wait. Please…please help me be a good girl.”

“You don’t sound like you really mean it.”

Harlow sighed, “Please, Val. Please help make me into a good girl…it makes me so happy.”

Valerie smiled again, “Good girl. Since you asked so nicely, I will help you. But you have to trust me, even if it doesn’t make sense, everything I have you do is to make you the good, happy, girl you've always wanted to be. So be sure and not only smile but thank me.”

“Thank you.” Harlow forced a smile through gritted teeth as he pulled the strap of his dress back into place.

“Okay, Lucy. We have a busy week coming up, but first we need to get through tonight.” Valerie quickly reapplied Harlow’s makeup, as quickly as one can while trying not to laugh. She still couldn’t believe the sexist Harlow sucked off Harry the womanizer. Lucy certainly passed well enough, but she couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets Harry had and if she could draw them out?  Valerie buried the thought, reminding herself she had to focus and it would be unethical to manipulate someone against their will.

After Valerie finally finished reapplying his makeup they both walked out into the hall but when Harlow turned to walk into the guest bathroom Valerie quickly grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Brushing my teeth. I can still…” He didn’t want to say it, saying it would be like admitting it actually happened and it didn’t! Not as far as he was concerned. But the lingering taste of Harry’s cum on his tongue was sickening.

“What? There’s no time. If you wanted to do that you shouldn’t have spent so much time fussing over your makeup.”

“I wasn-” Without further explanation Valerie yanked Harlow’s arm and dragged him back to the poker table and at Valerie’s quiet urging he sat in Danny’s lap, wrapping his arms around Danny’s shoulder. Danny hardly reacted to the weight in his lap other than curling his arm around Harlow’s waist. Without her prompting Harlow kissed Danny on the lips. Danny looked to Lucy with confusion before he remembered his role and forced a smile. Lucy smiled back, while glancing carefully at Valerie who smiled happily. It was all she could do to keep from laughing with glee. Valerie made her and Lucy more drinks which he eagerly accepted. The fruity cocktail washed some of the bad taste from his mouth and the alcohol helped him pretend the bathroom never happened. If the first helped the third and fifth fixed all of his problems. Whenever he would look across the table he would see Harry staring at him with what he now realized was lust. He would shrink away at first but due to his bolted on smile only made things worse since everyone else just saw a hot blonde playing coy. Changing tactics he instead would occasionally caress Danny’s biceps and bite his lips or he’d play with Danny’s hair and kiss his cheek. Danny found it terribly distracting but whenever he looked to Val for help she would simply give a thumbs up. So he’d simply sigh and focus instead on his cards, and tried to stop his growing erection through sheer force of will alone. Rather unconsciously he started rubbing Lucy’s back gently up and down. Harlow hated how his friend’s gentle touch sent goosebumps across his back. But another drink would fix that problem too.

The rest of the night became a blur for Harlow, he vaguely remembered all of Danny’s friends leaving with significantly less money on them than they came with and Danny being happy about that. As Harry left he boldly kissed Lucy on the cheek as he gave her a hug. So to not arouse Danny’s suspicion or…something else Valerie said, he kissed the remaining two men on the cheeks as they left as well. He vaguely remembered falling over something and being carried.

Danny bid farewell to his friends while he counted the two hundred dollars he had won that night, if Lucy’s luck was that consistent maybe letting him-her sit in his lap was a small price to pay after all. Shortly after hearing the door close he heard a thud, Lucy swearing, and Valerie breaking out in hysterics. He walked to the living room and the source of the sound and found Lucy had tripped over…well nothing but her own drunkenness and fallen face first on the couch, her thong on full display. “You couldn’t help her up?” He swore at his sister under his breath as he approached the sleeping Lucy.

“N-no! To-too funny!” She gasped between howling fits of laughter. On any other day he might have found it funny enough to laugh but it certainly wasn’t enough to lose his shit over. Of course he was blissfully unaware of just how much Valerie had been holding back all throughout the evening. Danny thought for a moment how best to approach his real sleeping fake girlfriend with as little wounding of either of their dignities as possible, but his especially. Ultimately he decided to hook one arm under her waist as quickly as possibly and roll her into his arms. The sudden spinning was nearly too much for Lucy. Thankfully, even though the world was spinning like a top she found something solid to cling to; Danny. Lucy moaned and wrapped her arms around Danny’s shoulders as he had done many times that night. “Aww, she loves you.”

Danny looked over his shoulder at his sister with a sneer. “You know you’re a college student right? Not a third grader.” As if to prove his point Valerie stuck her tongue out at Danny. Rolling his eyes he carried Lucy off to his bedroom. Danny laid her on the outside of the bed, with every intention of rolling her over again so she would be against the wall instead of him but she clung desperately to the mattress and moaned pitifully at any attempt he made to pry her loose. “Fine.” He grumbled and climbed into bed from the foot of it and tried to adjust himself so he could sleep.

Danny’s bed, in an attempt to be ergonomic and save space, was pushed into the far corner of his room. Being he rarely, if ever, had overnight guests who would share his bed it made practical sense. This afforded him slightly more walking space in his old room than he would have had. The main drawback was, if he rolled over during the night to enjoy the coolness of the walls, he would have to roll back or attempt to crawl out. Usually this problem was easily mitigated as he was typically alone in the bed. Now, there were two problems, One was Lucy had him boxed into the wall. Several times he woke up in the middle of the night with his arms wrapped around her, his hand instinctually holding his friend’s breast. The second was, even though he knew in his mind that Lucy, the Marilynn Moneroe wannabe was actually Harlow, degenerate gambler and best friend, his body only reacted to the fact he had a beautiful big breasted blonde laying next to him.

At one point Danny thought he was about to catch a break as Lucy sat up on the edge of the bed. For a second he worried she might get sick but it was so much worse than he expected. Lucy stood up and peeled off the tight dress and dropped it to the floor around the heels she still wore. Stumbling back she kicked the dress somewhere into the darkness before laying back into bed and rolling over so she could be closer to Danny.

Now Lucy’s large breasts were on full display for Danny. He knew they were fake. He knew it! But they were amazing fakes, even if the light had been on he didn’t think he would be able to tell where Harlow’s flesh ended and Lucy’s breasts began. Since he was not alone, and remembering the awkward disaster of just that morning he didn’t just want to jerk off again, even if Lucy was drunk enough that she might not wake up the risk was too great. Whenever he tried to shift himself so he could climb back out of bed Lucy would latch on to him. Pressing her breasts into his arms even more.

He could easily toss Lucy and escape but she would no doubt wake up and see his erection. Or worse, the noise might bring Val and he especially didn’t want her to think he was actually attracted to Lucy. No matter what, Lucy was actually Harlow, and a man he grew up with for years. “God damn you could at least put on a shirt.” He swore under his breath.

Lucy moaned, “Nnnoo.”

“What?” He hadn’t expected her to be awake enough to hear him, and truthfully he couldn’t tell if she was.

“No shirt.” Lucy continued speaking as if she were a Marilynn impersonator, “I’m hot.” Lucy giggled drunkenly. “I’m hot.”

“Then why are you all up on me?”

“Hmm spinning! Too much. Safer.”

“Hey come on…I gotta pee.” He lied, hoping that would allow him an escape from the beauty beside him. But, Lucy apparently had fallen back asleep. Or refused to answer. Either way he was trapped and all he could do was try to think unsexy thoughts.

Eventually night passed and Danny did fall asleep. Harlow barely heard the sound of a click before Valerie said, “Rise and shine and seize the day!” Harlow groaned and pulled himself closer to the large but comfortable object he clung to. It wasn’t until he felt coarse and thick hair against bare skin did he realize that the object was not only another person, but Danny! Harlow shot up and threw himself back, crashing to the floor.  “Girl you are too much.” Valerie laughed. Only then did he realize Valerie was recording the entire incident on her phone.

Snapping an arm over his exposed chest and genitals he growled at Valerie, “Gimme that!”

“Ah, ah, ah! Smile. And don’t worry, I’m not going to show anyone. But you two looked so cute cuddling I had to take a picture for your scrapbook.”

“I don’t ha-aah.” Harlow’s head thrummed with every syllable.

“No not yet. But luckily you’ve got a bestie who loves shopping as much as you do.”

“I do?”

“I know you’re a bit of an airhead but come on, you can’t be this bad.” Valerie helped Harlow stand up, “Let’s chalk it up to your hangover I guess. But hey, I’ll fill you in on everything you forgot about yourself.”

“But I don’t actually like this stuff.”

Valerie’s claws dug into Harlow’s small wrist immediately and pulled him into the hallway half naked, “You begged me yesterday to help you be a girl. Since you’re having issues remembering your past then I will help you remember.”

“But I-Ow!”

“No, you will say thank you and repeat anything I tell you so I can be sure you won’t forget again. You are going on your third and final chance here. You have to remember we’re all at risk and it seems like of the three of us, I’m the only one trying here.”

Harlow pulled his arm away from Valerie, rubbing the marks left on his wrist, “Hey, I’m trying. I’m pretty sure I kissed Danny more last night than his last girlfriend did in three months.”

“Yes. But you were drunk. If you can’t do it sober then we can’t trust you’re not going to get us all in serious trouble.”

“Fine.”

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say.”

Harlow sighed, “Thank you for reminding me I love shopping and…scrapbooking.”

“Good. Now get some clothes, unless you wanna give Danny a very special breakfast.”

Harlow grumbled and walked back into the room, seeing the sleeping giant with his morning wood tenting his boxers. Harlow shivered and quickly grabbed a shirt.

Danny woke up a half hour later to the smell of freshly cooked bacon. Hurrying down the hall he was shocked to see Lucy wearing his shirt. Due to the size difference his shirt was more of an almost too small dress on her. And every time she bent over he could just see the smallest hint of her butt. Once again he had to mentally remind his erection that what he was looking at was a man. “Good morning, brother mine.” Valerie sang. Knowing he was caught and it would be too suspicious if he simply turned around and left, he hurried into his place at the table using the wood table to cover his own.

“Mornin.” Valerie smiled as she watched Harlow approach, and carefully set a plate of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon toast in front of Danny. When his friend was about to thank him, Harlow seized the opportunity and kissed Danny on the lips, sweetly. Danny swallowed hard as Harlow turned away, and walked back into the kitchen. “What the hell was that?”

“What? She’s your girlfriend. I’d think you’d be used to it by now.” Danny frowned and stared at his breakfast. Harlow’s kiss hadn’t helped his situation any.

Valerie was glad she had set up her phone so it would record the entire incident. Considering how much Harlow grumbled about having to wear Danny’s shirt that he accidentally picked up in his haste, she didn’t think he would continue. ‘He must really be afraid,’ she thought, ‘But not quite enough.’ He had been scared into playing his role of Lucy before but for a short time. He already began to slip again when she “reminded” Lucy of how much she loved to kiss Danny, she kissed him as soon as he was awake, kissed him goodbye, and kissed him when he’d returned and much more. But the memory and pain from this morning had at least been enough of a reminder. She needed something to scare him into it in a way that would last longer than a single day. Something she could control.

After breakfast and Danny had left for the day, Lucy and Valerie piled into her car to do their shopping. “Oh shoot. I forgot my purse,” She giggled, “wait here.” A few minutes later, she returned with the purse and they were off. They spent the first couple of hours just trying on clothes without buying anything. Harlow hated the complete waste of time and energy but “thankfully” Valerie was there to remind the airhead how much fun he’d always had just window shopping and trying on pretty clothes. Even if she couldn’t buy them yet, due to not having the cash right now. On the way out of the mall the girls stopped at the food court, Valerie had a slice of pizza but reminded Lucy that she was on a diet and a vegan. Harlow growled, and clearly wanted to say something but Valerie cut him off before he had the chance. “Hey, I was just thinking about your problem.”

“The fact I eat like a rabbit?” Harlow growled, picking up a piece of kale with his plastic fork.

“No, your ID. You don’t have one right…Lucy?”

“...No, I guess technically Lucy doesn’t.”

Valerie rolled her eyes, “Don’t refer to yourself in the third person Luce, it’s tacky.”  Valerie continued, “But anyway, I was thinking about Danny’s friend Harlow. He knew some shady people. So, I’m willing to bet he would know where we could get you a proper ID without a lot of that boring paperwork.”

“Uh…yeah. But it’s expensive.”

“You’re doing that babysitter gig soon right?”

“I…hadn’t really planned on it.”

“You said you would.”

“No, you did.”

“Same thing. So anyway, I can lend you some money until then if we can figure out where to go.”

“I…I mean, it’d have to be cash and not exactly safe. Are you sure?”

“It’s important. I’d hate for the cops to think you’re somehow connected to Harlow.”

“Yeah.”

“I wonder what they want with him?”

“...I don’t know.” Harlow may have let it slip that the cops were looking for Harlow but he wasn’t about to play the speculation game with her. Instead he silently picked at the strange green salad in front of him.

“Eh, that’s someone else's problem. Tell me, which was your favorite outfit you tried on today?”

Harlow thought for a moment, he had been forced in and out of so many dresses, it was ridiculous. But he knew he had to answer something before she did. It had to be the right answer too. If he chose something “Not his style” then she might take over and pick for him and he’d lose even more control over his situation. Such as it was.

“The…uh, black one with the uh, white flowers?”

“You mean the cami dress with the wrap belt and the floral print?”

“Uh..yeah. That one.” The only reason Harlow liked it was the fact it was the one that showed the least amount of skin that he knew she would accept as an answer. The dress had two thin shoulder straps and a sweetheart neckline so his arms and cleavage were fully exposed but the rest of his body was hidden.

“That one was cute. I think you looked cute in the red bodycon mini dress. It showed off all your amazing curves.” It showed them off alright, it was practically painted on and he felt more naked wearing that dress than he did when he was actually naked.

After Harlow had forced down all of his salad, at Valerie’s insistence, Valerie dragged him to a beauty supply store. Not only did they pick out more makeup for Harlow to “play with” but she picked up several tubs and tubes of cream he was expected to rub into his skin either at night before bed or in the morning after his shower. Unknown to Harlow every product she selected for him, thanks to being vegan friendly products, had copious amounts of soy and soy byproduct. Of course at most this would do is give him silky smooth skin and encourage hair growth. But their next stop was a place Harlow was both happy and disappointed to see.

Harlow climbed out of the car reading the sign above the dingy and pink store, “B&J’s toy box? What the hell is this?”

Valerie sighed, “You’re being an awful potty mouth today, you don’t normally swear so much. I guess you forgot.”

“...riiight. Thanks for reminding me…I don’t swear I guess.”

“No problem. Anyway, this is the place I got the glue for your chest. Hopefully they’ll have the stuff to remove it.”

“Oh great!”

“Plus I need to get some other things as well.”

The outside was much worse than inside. The sales floor was surprisingly clean, despite the fact it housed rows and rows of various sex toys on metal racks. Beside the front door was a long black counter with various and crude chalk drawings taking up large portions of the space. What wasn’t covered by chalk was filled in with stickers of various pride flags. Along the back wall were various mannequin torsos wearing sexy lingerie ranging from silk to leather. Underneath shelves of plaster heads were covered with leather masks or brightly colored wigs. A thin hallway on the side led to what Harlow could only guess were “private viewing booths”.

Harlow felt oddly overdressed as he walked passed rows of sex dolls of every quality. He pulled at the denim skirt trying to somehow make it longer, or at least reach his knees. Of course when he bent over he exposed the strings of his thong underwear he was once again forced into. He felt oddly grateful his thong matched his hot pink mesh lace cami top. Even though he had wanted to balk at the very idea when she first handed him the clothes to change into after his shower. With every creepy guy who stared at him he tried to shrink himself more and more. Especially now when he would catch the less than subtle men who were staring at him. Harlow made sure to stay as close to Valerie as possible. “Hey, we’re just getting the remover stuff and we’re gone right?”

“No, I told you I was getting some things first.”

“Come on.” He begged.

“It’ll go faster if you help me.”

“Fine, what are we looking for?”

“Just give me your opinion, what do you think of this?” She held up a small pink vibrator the size of her pinky.

“It’s great. Can we go?”

“It’s gonna take longer if you’re not gonna be honest.”

“Fine…it’s kinda small.”

“You think?”

“I mean…yeah.” He held up his pinky.

“So bigger, got it.” She looked at the boxes hung on the wall until she found one that measured in at nine inches long and three inches around.

“That’s perfect. Now we’re done?”

“Not yet, we need lube and a B.O.B.”

“A Bob?” Harlow followed closely behind Valerie, imagining her enjoying the new dildo she dropped into the small basket she carried at her side.

“B. O. B. Battery Operated Boyfriend.” She explained, “Every girl has at least one.”

“Really? Even when they’ve got…that?” he gestured to the flesh-like toy.

“Of course.” She stopped, turned, and stepped close enough that her breasts were pushing into his. “Maybe if you’re a good girl,” She whispered, “I’ll show you why we love them.”

Harlow laughed nervously, “Okay.”

“But you have to be good.” Harlow nodded like an idiot, feeling the glue pulling at his dick trying to escape its sticky prison. Valerie smiled and turned back around to continue her search. Special warming jelly dropped into the basket followed by a twenty-four pack of condoms and a dozen flavored condoms. ‘Damn,’ Harlow thought, ‘she’s expecting some fun nights ahead.’ She examined another tube of cream and dropped it directly into the basket. Finally she picked up a thin purple vibrator measuring at 7.5 inches from base to tip. “What do you think?”

“It’s kinda thin, are you sure that’ll be enough?”

“It may be a bit smaller but it packs a punch like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Okay. So that’s it right?”

“Yup, just one last thing and we’ll be headed home.”

They both walked to the counter and found a man with cornrows in his hair reading a hentai magazine openly. “Excuse me?” Valerie asked the man.

“Yeah?” He looked up and when he saw Valerie and Lucy’s chests he perked up quickly. “Well good afternoon ladies. How can I help you?” He certainly had an idea how they could help him.

“These, and I was in here the other day and bought my friend one of those, chest plate thingies, but totally spaced and forgot the glue.”

The man turned and looked at the back wall, a row of fake breasts of various sizes and below them the boxes they came in. “Oh.” He looked back at Lucy who he realized was a bit too mannish now that he thought about it. “Yeah I think we got some.” The man smiled and walked away from the counter, passing beyond a beaded curtain.

“Why did you tell him that?!” Harlow whispered loudly.

“What?”

“That…they weren’t real.”

“Please, you’re not the only girl with fake tatas in Vegas.”

“But he’ll know I’m not a real girl.”

“Look around. I don’t think he cares.”

Harlow took in the multitude of pride stickers, shirts, and finally the book he was wearing. On the cover was a thin and feminine looking girl with a bulge tenting her skirt. “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better.” The man returned with a small package of the remover and scanned it in the machine.

“So…you two planning a fun weekend?” He leered as he took the basket.

Harlow waited an eternity for Valerie to explain but she said nothing, “N-no.” He started, “I um, I have a boyfriend.”

“That certainly hasn’t stopped you before.” Valerie laughed.

“What?” Harlow’s jaw fell and he looked at her absolutely appalled, “I never-”

“Harry begs to differ.”

“I can’t believe you said that!” Harlow whispered angrily, not as quietly as he thought.

The man laughed, “Hey, ain't no shame in it. Gotta follow your bliss, right?” The man winked at Lucy. Packing the last of the purchases into a large brown paper bag he smiled at Lucy, “You know if ever you get bored and want the real thing, we’ve got these privacy booths big enough for two.” He looked at Valerie and smiled, “Three if we squeeze in close.”

“We’ll have to remember that.” She said as she paid for the purchases, ‘Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.’ She kept her smile on her face, shoving the bag into Lucy’s hands.

Back in the car Harlow let out an awful shudder rippling over his body like a dog shaking water off of its fur. “What was that about?”

“Oh you know, sometimes if you flirt with these guys you can get a discount.”

“And did you?” He asked more like asking if it was worth the creepy experience.

“Oh yeah. I saved a few bucks and you got your toys and your remover.”

“My what?”

“Your toys.”

“I thought they were for you?” his eyes widened.

She laughed, “I already have my own. Why do you think I needed your opinion? I didn’t want to get you something you wouldn’t like.”

“Wh-I don’t like this stuff.”

“I wouldn’t have thought so but after last night with Harry, and what happened with you and Danny last night.”

“What? What happened with Danny?”

“You guys had sex.”

“What?! No we didn’t!”

“Really? You both were basically naked and cuddling.”

“I got hot…and Danny always sleeps in just his boxers cause he thinks he’s a 1940s tv character.”

“Hey, you don’t have to lie to me. Maybe being a girl makes it easier for you to be okay with liking men and having sex with Danny.”

“I don’t like-Danny and I have never had sex!”

“No?”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean, ‘why not’? I’m not gay!”

“Then what was that business with Harry?”

“....a lost bet.”

“Okay…lose bets like that often?”

“What, no!”

“So Harry was your first?”

“First …bet like that. Not first guy.”

“Oh, so there were others.”

“Look, I’m not gay! I don’t like men, I didn’t have sex with Harry or Danny! And I have no plans to or use these…things!”

“Oh…okay, I get it.” She smirked, “Well, it’s a good thing we got those anyway. You can put them in your dresser or nightstand.”

“Or the trash.”

“No way, you know I wasn’t kidding that every girl has a few toys around her house. So if you’re living here it’d be weird if you didn’t. Lucy.”

“Sure, okay.”

“Like, with the condoms…unless you’re trying for a baby you’d use them, right?

“I guess.” He sighed, he just wanted her to shut up. He’d wait until tonight and toss them in the can with the rest of the garbage. Thankfully, Valerie dropped the conversation and played music instead. Of course she’d dropped it not because she believed him but because she had planted the seeds she wanted to grow.

At home, Valerie stopped at the door, “What?” Harlow asked, holding the brown bag awkwardly.

“Nothing…I just…I could’ve sworn I locked the door before we left.” Valerie pushed the door and it slowly swung open. Inside, the living room had been tossed, draws of end tables were pulled open and their contents emptied on the floor, portraits pulled down off the wall, cushions pulled out of their chairs. “What the hell?”  Harlow dropped the bag and followed the trail of destruction, both bedrooms had clearly been rifled through. Someone was searching for something. The cops? No, they usually came with warrants. Valerie looked through the tossed sheets and clothes on her floor in visible distress.

"Is anything taken?"

"Not that I can tell yet."

“Har-Lucy…Do you think those guys would have…” Harlow slowly nodded.