That's exactly what I was doing when disaster struck.
I was too shocked to speak so one of her friends answered for me. "Your brother is a total sissy faggot!"
My sister glared at me for a minute and then said, "Don't move." She went downstairs followed by her friends. I was so afraid and confused and ashamed that I that just stood there as she ordered.
A few minutes later the three of them returned. "Well Sissy," she said, "I'll make you a deal. I won't tell Mom and Dad about this -- but you have to do something for me."
"Sure," I said eagerly. I would do anything to keep my parents from learning about this. "What do I have to do?"
"It will be easy," my sister replied. "All you have to do is to walk down Walnut Avenue, from Church Street to Parker Street."
"You want me to go outside? Dressed like this?" I exclaimed. I had never even thought about going outside before.
"No! Not in my favorite party dress. We'll pick out something cute and appropriate for you to wear. Now don't be such a Sissy," my sister said while her friends giggled. "Walnut is a quiet street. Now get into the bathroom so we can fix you up."
I really had no choice so I complied. And my sister was right -- Walnut was a quiet street. I should be able to do this.
"Too late, Sissy!" my sister snarled. "Shut up and get in the car."
I started to cry as the girls shoved me into the back seat of the car.