Caught between a rock and a high heel 03

Forcing open his eyelids, Kieron let out a long-drawn-out moan before a sharp stabbing pain in the centre of his forehead forced them shut again. Being the type of guy who liked a drink, waking up with a hangover had become commonplace over the last few years. But even so, the discomfort he felt that morning was on another level. Everything hurt, from his pounding head to his throbbing toes.

Opening his sore and tired eyes for a second time, it quickly became obvious that something was wrong! His vision was blurred! And from what he could see, the room he was in didn’t seem familiar!

With his heart racing, he fought to rip back the covers surrounding him before easing his exhausted body into a sitting position. As he moved, something again felt off! The covers felt all slippery and slick against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. “What the Bejuses!” He screamed out in horror as he ran his hand down his smooth hairless leg before quickly examining the rest of his body to find it too devoid of hair.

“Are you ok?” Becca announced, bursting in through the unlocked bedroom door. “I heard a shout! Oh, ahh… You’re… ahh… sorry,” she added before turning around to avoid seeing Kieron’s naked frame sitting on the edge of her sister’s bed.

“Who are you? And why am I naked?” A flustered Kieron shot back as he whipped off the bedsheet to wrap around his naked frame, forming a makeshift maxi skirt.

“Oh, wow! You really must have been drunk last night,” said Becca with a smile. “Well, seeing as you don't remember, I'll introduce myself again. I’m Becca. You called me butterfly for most of last night though. And you're naked because you took a shower when we got back last night. Kiera wouldn't let you into her bed before removing all that blue paint."

“Blue paint? What are you… Oh! Oh boy!” Kieron muttered as he suddenly got a flashback of his costume from the previous evening.

Turning around, Becca chuckled. “So, you do remember something then. God, you were so out of it after the pub. Me and the girls had to practically drag you to the club.”

“I need to use the bathroom,” Kieron announced as he started hyperventilating. After too many shocking revelations in a short space of time, he was fighting the urge to hurl.

“Out the door and to the left. Let me show you,” Becca said, stepping back into the hallway.

“That won’t be…” Kieron's sentence was brought to an abrupt end as a tidal wave of last night's alcohol forced its way up his oesophagus. Bringing his hands up, he tried to contain it, but instead just projectiled it through his fingers, like a garden sprinkler.

Springing into action, Becca rushed forward to drag the spewing Irish man to the bathroom. She placed him in front of the toilet before quickly heading over to wash her hands. Wincing at the sounds coming from the other side of the room, she shook her head in frustration. Why did she always have to be the one to clean up after her sister?

When Kieron finally came up for air, he turned to see a blurry-looking Becca looming over him. “I can’t see properly,” he said between pants. “I think I've messed up my eyes.”

Leaning down, Becca looked Kieron in the eyes. “You’ve still got your contact lenses in from last night. They’ve probably dried up.”

With a groan, Kieron heaved himself back onto his feet. He took a moment to resecure the sheet around his waist before creeping over to the sink. “Argh! Mother of Mary,” he screamed after poking himself in the eye with a darkly painted fingernail. Grimacing, Becca edged towards the door. “I’ll give you a moment to freshen up,” she announced before exiting the room.

Having never worn contact lenses before, the ordeal of getting them out would be a memorable one for young Kieron. He poked. He prodded. And In the end, had to peel the dried lenses from his eyeballs. Sighing loudly as the second one finally came out. But his relief was short-lived as he lifted his pounding head to see his reflection in the mirror above the sink.

Groaning loudly, he resisted the urge to shout. He could only see the top half of his body. But apart from the messy mop of hair atop his head and the cringe-inducingly thin eyebrows below, he appeared to be completely hairless. How had he let this happen? How had he been so careless?

“Hey, so I brought you something to wear,” Becca announced, startling Kieron as she re-entered the room, holding a plastic bag in her right hand. “Kiera asked me to drop some stuff off at the charity shop for her, but I went through and found you something that should be better than that towel.”

“Where are my clothes?” Kieron asked as the thought of what he would wear to leave suddenly popped into his head.

“Well, Kiera left just before you woke up to return the costumes. She'll ask about your stuff while she’s there.”

“And my underwear? Asked Kieron.

“You had erm… How shall I say? A little accident while out last night," an embarrassed-looking Becca replied. "I think Kiera disposed of them somewhere. So erm… Yeah, get dressed and meet me in the living room. There are towels on the shelf if you want to have a quick rinse."

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Hovering over Becca after a nice long, hot shower, where he failed to remove the mascara still coating his dark lashes, Kieron felt ridiculous. Dressed in the outfit Becca had left, consisting of a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and some Ugg boots, he was trying not to look down. The sight of his feminine-looking outfit made him cringe. His only consolation being, that, at least, it was better than the dress he'd worn the vast majority of the previous evening.

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“Oh, good. They fit,” Becca announced, looking up to see her gloomy-looking guest standing above her. “Well, don't just stand there. Take a seat."

“Thanks,” Kieron replied as he sat, noticing for the first time the very strange sensation of tights sliding over freshly shaven legs. Shuddering, he wondered, once again, if it had been the correct decision to put them on. But with no underwear to contain his manhood, Little Kieron had poked out beneath the short hem of the shorts! Walking around like that would have been indecent.

“I see you put on the wig,” Becca said with a smile. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want it, but it’s old, and I don’t need it.”

Reaching up, Kieron ran his fingers through the synthetic locks hanging past the sides of his embarrassed face. “I… Erm… I’m not into this stuff, you know?” He bashfully said. “It just looked ridiculous without it. And if I’m going to have to leave like this, I don't want people to... you know... stare at me.”

“I know,” Becca replied, sitting back in her chair. “You told me all about yourself last night.”

“I did!” Kieron exclaimed. “What did I say?”

“Lots,” Becca said with a giggle. “You were quiet at first, but by the end of the night, you were chatting my ear off. You talked about your girlfriend. The fight you had with her. You even told me about your plan to get her back. Pretty shitty of you that, but I guess she did burn all your stuff.”

“I said all that? I can’t remember,” Kieron moaned as he reached up to massage his throbbing cranium.

“Well, you were out of it. Your eyes were all glazed over like you’d taken something. You seriously don’t remember anything?”

“Bits,” Kieron replied, shaking his head. “But not much. I can’t remember the club at all.”

“That’s probably for the best,” replied Becca while nodding her head. “It was pretty wild.”

“What happened?” Kieron asked while brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen across his face. “Please, I need to know. Did I find Mimi?”

“Yeah, she was there. And all over some other guy,” answered Becca while pursing her lips.

“That bitch!” Kieron exclaimed. “Did she see me?”

“Oh yeah, she saw you,” Becca snorted. “You marched right up and had a full-blown argument with her. I was surprised it didn’t come to blows.”

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Kieron moaned as he covered his face with his hands. “So, she saw me dressed like a…. dressed as I was?”

“Yeah, she’s not taking you back now,” Becca replied, shaking her head. "She made that very clear. But hey, try not to let it get you too down. She seemed like a bitch anyway." She added in a jovial tone. "Feel free to hang here until Kiera gets back. If you’re lucky, she might even have your clothes with her.”

Lifting his head, Kieron looked over to see Becca smiling back warmly. And at that moment, his worries suddenly felt a little lighter. “Thanks, Becca," he sincerely replied. "But do you know how long she’ll be?”

“Let me call and see how she’s getting on,” Becca replied before reaching for her phone.

Kieron smiled before looking down to see a nylon-encased bulge peeping out from beneath the hem of his shorts. Quickly crossing his legs above the knee, he groaned as he accidentally sat atop one of his boys.

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Quietly whimpering, he looked up to see Becca dialling. What would he do if Kiera couldn't find his clothes? Could he really go outside dressed as he was? The thought was so horrific it was painful for him to even imagine.