My Sister Myself 4 (Patreon)

Cam spent the morning painting in his room, or at least desperately trying to paint while his music blared over the speakers in his room. So far he had not touched paint to canvas. After the events of the party, and the following day, he wanted, needed, nothing more than to get out of his own head and out of the apartment. Unfortunately the glue the women at the sex shop used to make sure his breast forms stayed on his chest, proved much stronger than he had expected. Normally he would have gone for a run to relieve his stress but Veronica had taken back her sports bra before he had left for that god awful party. So if he had his…the fake breasts would bounce freely. Something he discovered Sunday was a painful concept. But worst of all he would have had to leave the house and be seen by people. The less people, and especially the less men who saw him with these tits the better.

He had called the sex shop the day before only to discover they were closed on Sundays. He called the number of the pink haired girl to ask about the remover and she said she would have to order it, which would take at least a week. The overly seductive words she cooed just a few short days ago echoed in his mind, “No matter what fun you have, how long you have it, or how long they’re played with,–” she winked–“these beauties will not budge.” At the time all he could picture was playing with the pink haired girl’s tits.

As he sat on the edge of his bed and glared at the blank canvas. When the tits were put on him he thought it might even be fun to play with them, but after the previous night, nothing sounded like a good idea.  He took his phone off silent and found several messages from Cecile’.

Cissy: Coming home early.

Cissy:Richard’s coming too.

Before he could type a response he got another.

Cissy: I’ll explain later.

Cissy: Put on something pretty or get out of the apartment!

Cissy: 2 minutes.

‘Sent five minutes ago’ his phone read. “Fuck!” Cam swore as he scrambled to find his shoes, only finding the heels he kicked off at the door. “Screw it.” he said and grabbed the doorknob when heard the key turn in the lock. ‘You’re shitting me!’ He swore silently.

The door swung open and Cecile’ giggled as Richard continued to kiss her as she walked backwards into the apartment. He hadn’t stopped kissing her since they entered the elevator, and only took the briefest of breaks when they walked through the lobby of her building. Though the few people who were in the lobby at that time of day didn’t stop Richard from touching her, slipping his hand below the small of her back and cupping her butt as he pulled her onto the elevator where they continued making out like teenagers.

When Richard dragged her into her own apartment she couldn’t help but giggle like a naughty school girl. Cecile’ slammed Richard against the half wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of the apartment. “Ms. Rayne, I don’t know what has gotten into you…but I like it.” He laughed.

“Nothing’s gotten into me. Yet.” She laughed, groping the bulge growing in his pants before kissing the salt and pepper haired man again. How long had it been since she had been with a man? Two years? Three?  She had never done anything like what she was about to do. But gods did she need this! Cecile’ wasn’t ignorant. She knew she was a beautiful and striking woman and if she chose she could have her choice of men to satisfy her needs. But she wasn’t the type to settle for a random hookup. No, she left that to “Camile?!” she gasped as she saw her twin attempting to crawl past them.

“Who?” Richard asked, confused. Cam immediately ducked behind the counter, slamming into the cupboard.

Cecile’ grabbed Richard and pulled him away from the half wall when he turned to look at the sudden noise coming from the kitchen. “My br-my sister, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Is she here?”

“I’ll check…why don’t you wait for me–” she pulled Richard away from the kitchen and sat him on the chair facing the large balcony window–“right here. While I call her and fix us a drink.” Cecile’ smiled and started to walk away. Richard grabbed Cecile’s hand, pulling her back towards him and making her fall right into his lap where she could feel his excitement pressing into her.

“Let her catch us.” He spoke softly, their lips meeting again. Cecile’ knew she should resist and make sure her fool of a sibling was gone first…but the smell of his cologne, the taste of the whiskey on his tongue, was rapidly moving to the top of her list of things she cared about.  When their lips parted she giggled at the fact that she really did keep a list most days and today Richard was at the top of it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Cam once again gesturing as if to ask “What the hell do I do?!”

Cecile’ kissed Richard again, waving Cam away.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?!’ He groaned but grabbed the heels and slipped out of his own front door, gently closing it behind him.

Heels in hand Cam managed to gently shut the door behind him. Breathing a sigh of relief he got onto the elevator still carrying the heels he wore last night. ‘Where am I gonna go? I can’t go out like this?!’ The jeans he wore were tight enough to show off his ass to anyone who’d look. A feature he, and many women, enjoyed up until last week. But the tank top he threw on when he wanted to paint, exercise, or just be lazy, was far too tight around his newly acquired chest. “Maybe I can see about a coffee?” He wondered out loud as he finally relented and put the heels on. Stepping into the three inch stilettos once again he checked his reflection in the smooth surface of the elevator doors. “God, I look like a low rent stripper.A horny one at that!” He groaned, noticing the fake erect nipples showing through the shirt that strained against his D cup chest. Bending carefully he adjusted the straps so at least he didn’t have to worry about breaking his ankles in the unsteady shoes.

Suddenly the doors opened and Cam’s heart leaped into his throat as the overgrown jock he had previously met in the apartment’s gym stepped into the elevator. He had been blankly staring at his phone until he caught sight of Cam bent over at the waist, his cleavage on full display to the, undoubtedly roided up, jock who wore a similarly tight tank top and shorts. Though his was tight for much more masculine reasons. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“Huh? No.” Cam answered quickly.

“Oh. Cool.” The jock pushed the lowest button and Cam realized why he had asked the question. Cam had stood in the elevator the entire time and had forgotten to press any button. The doors had just closed on their own.

“Decided to hit the gym alone this time?”

“Something like that.” Cam bounced his foot impatiently and wrapped his arms under his chest. Whatever floor the elevator opened on next he would act like that was his stop. He didn’t care if it was on fire. ‘Trapped in a burning building would be better than being trapped with a horny idiot.’

“Hey.” The jock said again, “I feel like we got off on the wrong foot the other day.”

“You don’t say.” Cam continued to tap his foot, unaware of the effect it was having on his chest. Or the jock.

“I’d like the chance to apologize, and hopefully start again.” He held out his hand towards Cam. For a moment Cam hesitated before relaxing and shaking the jock’s hand. “Bradley.” Bradley winced immediately, “But my friends call me Brad. You can too.” He smiled.

“Nice recovery.” Cam smirked, “Cam.” Cam quickly added, “But everyone calls me Camille.” Cam forced a smile to his face. Hoping to pass his slip up as a joke. Only one person outside of his sister knew him as Camille and she wouldn’t give a guy like him the time of day.

Brad laughed, “Good one.”  He smiled when he noticed Camille's hard nipples. 'Fuck, this slut's not wearing a bra and it looks like she likes what she sees.' “So, you live in the building?”

“Yeah.” Cam answered without thinking.

“Me too. Obviously. I moved in about six or eight months ago.”

Cam looked Bradley up and down. “How old are you anyway?”

“Eighteen. I know what you’re thinking. How does an eighteen year old afford rent in this fancy ass apartment?”

“Something like that.” He lied. Cam bit his bottom lip, the best he could do to contain his anger. Even in the damnedable heels the boy was taller than Cam, who stood at a whopping 5’9, heel and platform included. But being short was something he had become accustomed to as he grew up. What upset him the most was that Bradley, the arrogant jock, was bigger than Cam had ever managed even when he was juicing. His arms were massive. Whatever Bradley was training for it wasn’t pure aesthetics since he clearly had been working on his back and core.

“W-what?” Cam asked with a blush, realizing he had been staring at Bradely’s muscles far longer than he should.

“I said, if you wanted I could give you a spot. You know?” His voice deeper than before as he stepped closer, “So I could lend you my expertise when things get too…much for you?”

Cam chuckled uncomfortably, as he tried to step back and was immediately met with the wall of the small elevator.

“I don’t know. I workout a lot. I’m not sure you could keep up.” He smiled, hoping to let the guy down easy.

Brad smiled back when really he wanted to point out just how thin the girl was and how he had lived in the apartment for nearly a year now and hardly ever saw her. But now was not the time to point out how wrong she was. Not with her flirty little smile on her face and how she was clearly checking him out. Not if he wanted to get laid anyway. “Is that so? In that case maybe I should work in you.” He chuckled, “I mean work in with you.” He smirked, “Slip of the tongue.” He and his friends had noticed that when a woman said she worked out “a lot” what she meant was she did nothing but glutes and legs. Of course, the way those jeans hugged her ass he wasn’t exactly mad at her.

The doors finally slid open as Bradley continued to talk to him about…something. Not wanting to miss his opportunity to leave Cam smiled and nodded, interrupting the oversized boy, “Sure.” He said quickly and tried to push past Bradley who hadn’t moved back, if anything he was even closer. “Absolutely we should.”

“Yeah?” He beamed out his cocky smile, enjoying the way she was practically throwing herself at him. Camille spent the last thirty seconds staring at his gym shorts, no doubt intrigued by the feeling of his bulge. He was sure she wanted him as her hand gently teased his stomach under his tank top and she pressed her tits into him as she passed.

“Definitely.”

“So, about your numb-”

“Chat later, k? Bye!” Cam said rapidly, noticing the doors start to close after a man in a business suit stepped on.

The two men shared the briefest of looks, when Brad noticed the man shaking his head he clenched his hands but kept the same confident smile on his face, “Netflix and chill later?”

“I said, yes!” Camille shouted back eagerly, shaking her ass for him with every step.

“Yeah. She wants me.” He smirked as the doors closed.

“Chat later?!” Cam groaned, “I said yes?!” He cursed himself as he sauntered off on the heels as fast as he could. Veronica had spent over an hour emphasizing a sexy swaying of his hips as he walked in his heels… her heels that he borrowed. All that time walking on the treadmill in heels when she taught him how to not kill himself in these damned things for the party had him still doing it now. At the time he hadn’t complained, much, since it was “just one night” but now it annoyed him that he went back into that exaggerated walk, it was how a girl might walk if he wanted a man’s attention or just plain horny enough to be like a cat in heat he thought.

For now he just had to keep moving, not stopping until he rounded a corner and was sure Bradley hadn’t followed. He took a moment to catch his breath, and ran his hand through his long hair. “Where am I anyway?” He asked no one in particular. A quick glance at the nearest door number told him he was on the sixth floor. “Six-twelve. Oh…fuck it.” He sighed wearily before continuing down the hall.

In his rush to escape gym bro Bradley he hadn’t realized he had gotten off on the sixth floor and  without thinking had started on the path to Veronica’s apartment just a few doors down. His every movement kept his chest moving, the fake tits were incredibly annoying with how they moved, making him understand why girls wore a bra to begin with. Hell even his hair kept in a ponytail he could still feel it grazing his shoulder blades with every step of his heels and every exaggerated sway of his hips. ‘I’m not on the catwalk, damnit.’ He mentally cursed himself as he forced himself to not sway his hips, ‘Women don’t walk like this unless they’re on the prowl.’ A disturbing thought crossed his mind as he drew closer to Veronica’s door. “God,” he cursed in a low whisper, “I hope Bradley didn’t see me walk like that!” But he knew for a fact Bradley had been staring at Camille’s ass as “she” walked away. He knew it to be a fact because he would have done the same thing in Brad’s much more comfortable shoes.

Reaching the apartment door Cam stopped and steadied himself, both physically and mentally. He had walked the same path hundreds of times, knocked on this same door dozens of times, been met with the same cheerful and shining smile so many times now. Even though neither one of them considered themselves to be dating, Cam had given Veronica very little reason to be mad at him in the past. If he told her the truth that he barely remembered getting into a cab after the party she may have forgiven him with little recourse, perhaps some playfully sexual punishment at most. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. But no, he not only stood her up Saturday night…he ignored her calls and didn’t answer the door all day Sunday. He truly didn’t know how she might react if he came to her with his hat in hand and a box of chocolates begging for forgiveness and here he was asking for a favor of all things.

Still…it was this or the gym.

Cam rang Veronica’s bell and waited. Veronica had already been living in the building when he moved in with Cecile’ a few years ago. When he had met her the two had hit it off straight away. With other women, talking, sex, just…sitting together, all of that was work, things he had to think about. But with Veronica it was…easy.

The door opened and Cam smiled awkwardly. “Hi honey…I’m home. He joked, hoping to lighten the mood.”

Veronica didn’t crack a smile at his boyish, or rather feminine, charms. “You’re late.” She said and slammed the door in his face.

“I deserved that.” He shouted through the door.

“You deserve worse.” She shouted back, standing beside the door.

“Would it help if I said I had a very good reason?”

The door opened a crack and she poked her head through the door, looking over her still feminized, sometimes, boyfriend. “Your hands don’t seem to be missing and your fingers don’t appear to be broken.” Opening the door further she stood in front of him, a hand on her hip she cocked to one side waiting for an explanation, “So what, did you get abducted by Colombian drug lords?”

“W-what?” he forced himself not to laugh.

“Aliens then?”

“Uh…”

“At least tell me they probed you.” Cam blushed and looked away sheepishly as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind his ear. Veronica’s face softened as she stepped out of the way of the door.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.” She walked into the kitchen and started fixing the distraught Cam a cup of coffee.

“I’d say you’re probably wondering why I’m still…like this but you don’t seem all that surprised.”

“Why wouldn’t you be?” She said without turning around as she poured coffee into his cup.

“Cause I’m not gay.”

“Pfft.” She waved him off as she sat the warm cup in front of him, “Gay has nothing to do with how you dress. You’d be surprised how many gay men I know who dress like truckers.”

“Really? How many gay people do you know?”

She rolled her eyes, “You said you had a good reason for standing me up. A very good reason, in fact.”

“I do.” he frowned, blowing on his coffee before taking a sip.

“Did something happen?” She asked, her anger had given way to concern.

“Kind of.” He cleared his throat, “You remember that christmas party we had here in the building?”

“And you hooked up with Judge Alferman’s wife? Vaguely.” Cam blushed again, “Oh my god. You hooked up with another woman at the party didn’t you? Please tell me it wasn’t someone your sister works with.”

“I..kinda.”

“She kinda works there or you kind of hooked up? Did anyone see you?”

“No! No one saw me and…it…wasn’t a she.” For a brief eternity of time the pair simply stared at each other. Until finally Veronica burst out laughing. “Great.” He shook his head angrily with a pout on his supple lips that Veronica couldn’t help but find cute. “I’m so glad you find this funny. Cause I spent all day curled up in a ball in my shower!” Cam again fixed his ponytail. Leaving out the fact he woke up that same morning with a horrible hangover and another man’s cum leaking out of his ass. He would have to burn his sheets later.

Veronica’s laughter stopped, she asked, “Did he…did you want to have sex with him?”

“I’m definitely not answering that so you can laugh at me and call me gay!" Cam stood, fixing his ponytail again for the third time, he was just nervously fiddling as he walked into the living room. Each step he could feel his hips swaying, he had gotten into her place and still hadn’t removed the heels. Rolling his eyes at himself he went to kick them off, sighing when he remembered he couldn’t just do that with the straps around his ankles.

Veronica followed, catching up with him as he sat on her couch. She gently took his hands in hers, "Listen, if you did want it I won't think any less of you. If you wanted to have sex with him I won't even think you're gay. But if you didn't…that's very serious and we should at least talk about it."

His face scrunched up, forcing his soft, kissable, lips further outward, "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"I promise."

"I…kinda did." He turned away, embarrassed. He didn't remember a lot about that night but he did recall thinking how funny the ginger was, how as he had one drink after the other he found him even more charming and the flashes of memory as he moaned in ecstasy with him inside. He shouldn't have enjoyed it. He should have stopped it from happening. He wasn't gay! While Cam battled with his own inner turmoil he missed the look of relief on Veronica's face. When she suddenly pulled him into a hug he was surprised but relieved.

After taking a few moments to enjoy the feel of Cam’s breasts pressing into hers Veronica could no longer resist and kissed the still feminine man. Oh he would get his punishment for scaring her and standing her up, but for now she was relieved he was okay. And despite her attempts to calm herself she couldn’t help but find his current form arousing. ‘I’m going to have so much fun with these later.’ She thought as she let her thumb graze the side of his breast.

“Momma?” A small voice asked suddenly. Cam jumped, breaking their hug and fell back into the couch.

Veronica giggled at Cam before turning to face the small boy, still in his pajamas.“What is it Blake?”

“I’m hungry.” Blake pulled nervously on the end of his shirt.

“Okay, baby.” She said gently, pulling the small boy to her and kissing the top of his head, “You don’t have to but do you want to say hello to Momma’s friend Camille?”

“Hi.” The small boy, who Cam guessed to be about five or six judging from his size, glanced between him and the floor, “I like your shoes.”

Cam looked at the purple heels still strapped to his ankles. “Thank you. I like your shirt.” Cam gestured to Blake’s shirt. Suddenly remembering his own and covering his chest with his arms.

Blake smiled finally, “It’s Novaman.” He coughed with a wheeze, “He’s the strongest in the universe.”

“Really?!” Cam added excitement in his voice.

Veronica chuckled softly, “Why don’t I fix us all some lunch.”

“Can I have hot dogs?” Blake asked.

“Sure, baby. You can have some hot dogs with your soup. But first, why don’t you run go get your medicine, okay?”

“Okay!” He coughed and started off in a run.

“I didn’t mean that literally!” Her voice fell flat after she heard his small feet rushing off into the bathroom. “Ugh, that boy I swear.” She shook her head and walked back into the kitchen. Cam followed her.

“What are we gonna do?”

“Well…if you want you can boil some water.”

“Not about lunch!” He whispered, following her into the kitchen, hearing the shoes the little boy had complimented on the tile floor as he took a pot out of the cabinet, “About this.” He gestured to himself.

“What about you? You never did explain why you were here. I doubt it’s just to see me. So spill.” she took the pot from his hands and began filling it with water after taking a good look at how he was dressed, wondering why he still looked the way he did. It wasn’t like the heels were glued to his feet or anything.

“My sister ran me out of my own apartment so she can hook up with some old guy from her office.”

“Ew! It’s not the same guy you-”

“No!” He snapped.

“Good…that would be just weird.” Veronica paused for a moment, “This guy she’s with, is it Richard?”

“...how do you know that?”

“We talk in the elevator most mornings.” Veronica reached over with both hands pulling a few  strands of hair free of his ponytail so it framed his face, “It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” she added with a giggle.

“Shut up.” Cam blushed, “What do we do about these?” He growled as he squeezed the false breasts on his chest.

“I think they’re hot.”

“Be serious!”

Veronica rolled her eyes and sighed, “If it’s that big a deal I’ll help you change.” She set the pots on the stove and drug Cam back into her bedroom. On the way they found Blake sitting on the floor looking for something inside of a large blue bucket, “What are you supposed to be doing?”

“...getting my medicine?” He said with a frown.

“And is your medicine in your toy box?”

“No ma’am.”

“Get your medicine then you can come back to your toy box.”

“Okay.” He shouted as he again ran to the bathroom.

“I swear, he does this on purpose sometimes.” She sighed and pulled Cam into her room.

“So….what did your ex leave some clothes behind or something?” Cam asked as Veronica sat him on her bed.

Veronica couldn’t help but giggle at the image of Cam in her ex-husband’s clothes, “Donovan is six-three and nearly three hundred pounds. I’m sorry, babe, but there is no way you’re fitting into anything he might have left behind.”

Cam pouted  “...then what?”

“I have some things you can wear for now.” Veronica shouted from her walk-in, returning with a dress in hand.

“Uh…what’s that?”

“This old thing?” She asked with faux innocence as she smoothed out the sequin dress, “It’s nothing special. Just something I save for special occasions. Like some after party fun with a special someone. And definitely not something I bought  for the occasion only to get stood up.”

“What a…oh.” He frowned, “I am sorry I didn’t-”

“Doesn’t matter. Since I didn’t get to wear it, you get the honor.”

“...I get you’re upset, but you can’t expect me to wear that in front of your five year old!”

“Blake is nine.” Cam glanced at the closed door, “He’s the shortest in his class,” she explained as she laid the dress on the bed and took Cam’s hands in hers again to stand him up, “and because of that he’s picked on a lot and doesn’t have many friends in school.”

“I didn’t know.” He frowned, remembering how terrible it felt being mistaken for a grade schooler even as late as jr.high. “But even still…you can’t expect me to wear this?”

“It’s the only thing I have that will cover up your ….amazing rack.” It was a lie, and she was sure he knew it was one, but she had already laid out the guilt trip to get the ball rolling.

“Shut up.” He felt his face burn red for the hundredth time since he walked into Veronica’s apartment.

“No, seriously.” She cooed as she pulled him in close, pressing their breasts together, “The way you look right now? Reminds me of a girl in my dorm at college.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm.” she nodded, “I was actually disappointed you stood me up because I hoped I could help you out of your dress.”

Cam licked his lips, too lost in the moment to notice her unzipping his pants, “I-it was a pain to get out of.” He laughed awkwardly.

“Of course, a dress like that? You should have had a helping hand. Put that on?” she smiled wickedly, “And I’ll help you out of it later. Oh, let me get you a clean pair of panties, maybe something that will make you feel sexy.”

Cam groaned at the teasing. “I don’t want to look or feel sexy.”
“And yet you will wear it all the same.” She gave a wicked grin before kissing his lips, “Now. Strip.” She commanded as she walked back into her walk-in closet.

Cam looked at the dress on the bed with a pained expression, “Fuck, she’s hot.” He whispered angrily as he finished taking off his clothes.

Veronica returned, smiling to see her now nude, sometimes, boyfriend. With his hairless body and longish hair, from behind he could pass as a female from behind. “Good girl.” She cooed, sauntering towards him.

“I’m not a-”

“Shh.” She whispered, “Put these on and we can play later. If you’re a good girl.” Veronica pushed a pair of lacy black panties into his hands.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this.”

“I’ve talked you into worse.” She sat on the small chair beside her bed, enjoying the show as Cam wiggled his cute bubble butt into her panties. Surprisingly, they were nearly not big enough. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous and just a little more turned on.

“None come to mind at the moment.”

“Plenty will come to you, later.”

Cam rolled his eyes as he picked up the offending dress. After a few seconds he determined which way it was meant to go and slid the dress up his otherwise nude body. The outside of the dress was awash of shimmering black sequins while the interior of the dress was smooth against his bare skin, sending goosebumps all over his body. Slipping his arms through the straps he managed to grab the zipper at his back, but that was it. “Um…” he hesitated.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can you help me?” It was bad enough that he let her talk him into the dress, weird enough she was sitting there watching him, but worse now was having to ask for help. And the way she spoke? Her voice dripped with sex, soft and sultry in a way that turned him on more than he would care to admit to her or anyone.

Quietly she helped pull the zipper up on Camille’s dress, her mind filling with thoughts of taking the zipper down again. ‘No. He…she made me wait. Now she can too.’ she told herself, even as she wrapped her arms around Cam’s waist and kissed her neck… his neck. He may have hated being short but she loved having a lover at the perfect height that would allow her easy access to his tender neck. “Come on. We have to finish getting you ready for tonight.”

“Right.”

Over the next several minutes Veronica sat Cam in front of her vanity while she did his makeup. Any attempt to turn and look in the mirror was met with a quick slap to his bare thighs. “What I say? Be a good girl.”

“This is taking forever.” He whined.

“It’s taking so long because someone wants to be a naughty girl.” His cheeks burned an even higher shade of red than before, “Besides,” She smirked, feeling the dampness in her own panties, “It’s also turning me on.”

“R-really?” He swallowed hard.

She nodded, “It’s a little like foreplay.” Cam fell into silence once more, biting his lip and squeezing his thighs together.

“There we go,” she said, finally letting Cam look into the mirror. His eyeshadow was a deep shade of red with a winged eyeliner contrasting it and really made his false lashes pop. The red matte lipstick enhancing his already exceedingly pouty lips and the contouring she said she was doing to his nose made it somehow look smaller

“Wow…” He whispered, equally aroused and astonished. For the party he dressed up just a little more than Cecile' would have. But now he was unrecognizable from any woman he would meet at a club.

"Sexy right?" Veronica cooed, "And the best part? No matter what you do or how much you kiss, your lipstick will stay."

"What?"

"Observe." She suddenly pulled Camille into a deep kiss that continued for they didn't know how long until it was broken by Blake once more.

"Momma?!" He shouted, ending in a cough.

Veronica frowned, angry at herself for letting herself get out of hand like that. "Later, Camille."

Cam nodded as he fought to catch his breath, his head turning back to the mirror. Amazed the gorgeous girl was mimicking his movements. He knew it was himself, but it was just uncanny what makeup could do. With a sigh he bent over in the chair to pick up the heels he had taken off what felt like hours ago. “Ah, ah. Those heels will never go with that dress.” Veronica stood, taking a pair of black stilettos with red insoles that matched his eyes, lips, and his…her dress.

“I can’t wear these!”

“You said the same about the dress.” She winked playfully.

“Moooom!” Blake yelled from the living room.

“Coming, baby!”

“Dad’s here!” He yelled excitedly, coughing loudly.

“...oh what fresh hell is this.” Veronica growled, pulling Cam to his feet and dragging him behind her. The heels still in hand.

“Dad? The six-foot three, three hundred pound man, husband, dad?”

“That’s the one. And ex-husband.”

“I really don’t need to be here for this.”

Veronica sat Cam on the couch once more. “Put your shoes on. While I deal with…” she paused as she glanced at her small son sitting at the coffee table eating hot dogs. “Don.”

“That’s my name.” A gruff voice said from the kitchen.