Quarantine of the Lost Cities

8 - The Fashion Show - Biana

"I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bored." Fitz whined. He had been like this all day.

"Fitz, we're all bored. Do something about your boredom instead of complaining." Mom told him.

"But we've done EVERYTHING!" He complained. Ugh. I was ready to slap him. Or tortue him. Or something.

I got an idea. It was wonderful. Evil, yes, but wonderful. I would torture him! I whispered to mom.

"If he complains again, can I choose his punishment?"

"What are you going to do to your brother?" Mom asked, bracing herself. I quickly explained my idea. My mom smiled. Widely.

"You know what, sure. Go ahead. He deserves it." Mom and Dad had become a lot more lenient since quarantine, and I loved it. Sadly, it took a little while for Fitz to complain again. I never thought I'd want him to be whiny.

"I hate this! There's nothing to do!" My mom and I both smiled.

"Okay, that's it. You have complained too much. I'm leaving you at your sister's mercy." My already big smile grew. I was going to make Fitz pay.

"What?"

"We're putting on a fashion show. You're the model!"

"Ugh. You really want me to just walk around fancy wearing my clothes?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Nope! You'll be wearing my clothes!" He paled. Mom and I smiled. I pulled him to my room and locked the door. I started going through my many dresses, finding ones that had a particularly large amount of lace, gems, and pink. The first one I settled on was a dress I had gotten while shopping with Sophie. I had tried to convince her to buy it, but she refused so I did.

It was bright pink. The top of the dress was covered in gems, and the bottom poofed out a lot in pink ruffles. I couldn't wait to see Fitz wearing this!

I don't do pictures of outfits very often, but I just adore picturing Fitz in this dress.

Fitz paled when he saw it. "I am not wearing that." He said, backing away.

"You have to wear it. Mom said I got to be the one to punish you, and this is the form of punishment I've chosen." I told him. I continued looking through my dresses while he squeezed into the dress. I made him twirl for me. The back of the dress was lace up, and his broad chest barely fit, so he'd left it untied. He looked like he was suffocating from sucking in his gut, the waist of the dress was a lot tinier than his real waist. I loved it.

I grabbed some of my pink lip gloss and smeared it on his lips, then added blush, mascara, and pink eyeshadow. He looked ravishing! I topped everything off by crowning his head with a silver tiara. It had pink tourmaline sprinkled throughout it. We spent the rest of the day dressing him up, yes we. My mom eventually wanted to help me. My dad was our judge, ranking every outfit. Although Fitz was really grumpy at first, he eventually started acting the part. He would strut down the red carpet we had set up and strike funny poses. It was the most fun we'd had in a while.

Guys, it's time to see the outfits Fitz rocked. I had so much fun pictureing Fitz wearing these.