Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
Everyone says Kellie’s brother is a little strange. No one can really put their finger on what makes him just a bit off, but it’s something. Every time he comes up in polite conversation, someone shakes their head and says, “That boy sure is strange.”
Well, I guess you could say I didn’t really know either until this morning when I caught him all gussied up like a girl, jumping on Kellie’s bed. Scream singing to Shania Twain’s “Man, I feel like a woman.”
“Feel Like A Woman”
I stayed at their house for a sleepover and slept in because Kellie and I had stayed up so late. We rushed off to school without even grabbing a bite to eat, but when we got to our first class, I realized I’d left my phone at her place.
She gave me the key to the house and said I could just run back on my next free period to get it. I hate being without my phone, so as soon as our first class ended, I hauled ass to the parking lot and raced to her house. Charlie’s truck was in the drive, but I didn’t think much of it; I just wanted my phone.
I unlocked the front door and crept in. Maybe he’d still be asleep, and I could get in and out without him ever knowing I’d come back, but as I tiptoed down the hall, I realized there was no way in hell he wouldn’t know I was here ‘cus I was too curious for my own good.
Shania Twain’s
Shania Twain’s “Man, I Feel Like a Woman” was blasting from the stereo in his room. His door was wide open, so it’s not like I was snooping; I just saw by accident and couldn’t stop staring. Charlie was wearing Kellie’s knee-high white cowgirl boots, her pink lace thong, and a white Stetson bra on his head. And he was hollering every word of the lyrics into her pink hairbrush.
“What in the fuck?” I laughed, and when he turned to look at me, I realized his lips were painted hot pink, and he’d glued on some false lashes. He covered up his big ol’ dick hanging out of that little thong, and then his eyes rolled back in his head. White spunk splurged through his fingers as he realized he’d been caught dressing like a woman. I backpedaled, ran to Kellie’s room, grabbed my phone, and hauled ass right back outta there!
That boy SURE is strange, alright!
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443