Still no luck fixing the PC so I'm afraid it will be janky old captions for a while, sorry

His father set down his coffee and dabbed at his lipstick with the napkin. He pushed his chair back. "Excuse me. I need to use the women's room," the former man blushed.

He watched his father's silicone cheeks wiggle away to the women's restroom, impressed and amused at how quickly the man had adopted feminine mannerisms. 'She' had left her purse behind on the table. Out of curiosity, he undid the clasps and peeked inside.

Mom had been thorough when she crafted his new sister, going above and beyond the physical alterations. A handful of cards, a provisional driving license, and realistic IDs fell into his hands, all fitting 'Emily', born on the 3rd of May, 2005. They even looked appropriately worn, speaking to the paranoia his parents had about whether the authorities would ever come snooping. Rummaging deeper, he found lipstick, hair scrunchies, and a small compact mirror. Mom had filled Dad's purse with everything a teenage girl might carry - even condoms and a box of tampons. Not that Dad needed such things with his skin-deep alterations.

"Hey! What are you doing with that? That's mine!" squeaked a voice. His dad had returned from the bathroom. He was pointing a shaking finger at the possessions in his hands.

He laughed. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's responsible of you to carry protection," he teased.

"Not that," Dad said, swiping aside the condoms and lunging for her debit card held in his other hand. He sensed her urgency and held the card away, just out of grasp. She whined and stretched. Mom had truly butchered her height, carving out long sections of bone and vertebrae to render her a petite thing, and her fingers fell short. "Give it back!"

"Why are you so desperate for this, little sis?" he mused, dangling the card just out of her reach. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she wobbled, too focused on the card to even notice her plump buttocks squirming back against his manhood. "Is it your allowance from mom?"

"N-no, it's nothing! It's empty," she blustered unconvincingly.

"If it's empty, you won't mind if I throw it away then?" he teased, moving towards the cafeteria's bins. Her eyes widened in panic.

"Please, don't. It's... it's not empty, okay?" she whimpered. "You're right. When I agreed to this, I had those same worries about your mother. She's always been money orientated and I thought there was a chance she might try to leave me like this so that she could seize my finances." She swallowed timidly, her eyes fixated on the card. "I moved $200,000 into an unnamed account without her knowing. Enough to pay for the surgery to undo all this, to make me a man again, if I needed to. That card is the only access I have to it. Please, don't tell your mother. It can be our secret, okay?"

She stammered into silence, staring up with pleading eyes. A slow smirk spread over his face. "The first thing you should learn about being a little sister is never give your siblings leverage," he teased. "Can a girl your age be entrusted not to spend all this on makeup and clothes? Don't you think it would be safer if your big brother held onto it?"