Andlat's Story Spot

"How'd I get myself into this?" Ethan asked his reflection. He quickly looked away, unnerved by his reflection wearing nothing but a pair of his sister's tights. He hadn't really gotten himself into it, but he knew how he had ended up wearing his sister's tights, her leotard and tutu waiting on his bed.  It had all been their sisters' fault. Three boys right around the same age, each with a sister who was also about the same age as the other girls. That was the sort of thing that meant you saw a lot of each other. Both trios were close-knit friends, always coming up with activities. About a week or two ago, the girls had had the idea of a photoshoot in their brothers' football gear - pads, jerseys, helmets, and all. That in and of itself was harmless. It was going to be part of some community newsletter or something. But then, Ethan's sister had asked a question at the dinner table.   "What are you three gonna do?"   "Huh?"   ...

  "I can't believe I'm doing this, I can't believe-"   "You can quit, Aidan." Mom said. "You've said that for the last twenty minutes." Aidan fought the urge to groan, knowing it would only make it worse on himself. What did she expect though? He was outside, in a tutu! And a massive one, at that.   "That's actually just what the order said." Mom had explained when he had complained earlier. "Massive tutu for my daughter's solo adjudication." The way Charlotte had snickered, Aidan still was not sure if Mom had been joking or not. Then again, Charlotte had snickered the whole time she had helped get him ready. He knew part of it was because she had escaped having to model Mom's latest creation, but it was probably mostly because her brother had been transformed into the very picture of a prissy ballerina.   "It's just across the street." Mom said. "Look, you can see the house right there....