The Man of the House

It was night outside as I slipped out the front door. I had pretended to go to bed early only to slip out once everyone went to sleep. That was easier said than done in a house filled with women, but I managed somehow. I was wearing a long trench coat. It felt ridiculous, but it was part of the demands Abigail had put on me, so I could only follow along.

This was our supposed date, although I was being threatened to go on it. I went along with her demands not because I was scared, but because I was curious. It wasn’t like I couldn’t flip the circumstances around and understand how screwed up this situation was. It was rather that just because this world was flipped, didn’t mean I was. I was still me. I was physically stronger than Abigail, and I wasn’t afraid of her. Instead, I hoped if I played along, I’d get a way to frame her back. I could blackmail her just like I blackmailed my teacher, but for that, I had to interact with her and get evidence.

Any other guy may have been in tears crying that his life was ruined, but I wouldn’t be the helpless prey in this situation. It wasn’t that I was underestimating Abigail, it was more that I was certain she was underestimating me.

There was the lightest beep of a car horn in the distance, about four houses down. My eyes caught Abigail in what I presumed was her vehicle. Her house was in walking distance, but she hadn’t told me to go to her house. All she had said was come out to the front of mine. I guess, she wanted to take me somewhere on this so-called date.

With a sigh, I made sure my coat was covering me and then walked over to her car. The door was locked, and I had to knock on her window before she unlocked it. I got in and sat in the passenger seat. The car was a bit messy, with something spilled on the dashboard she had never cleaned and some trash at my feet. She sat behind the wheel, not looking at me even after I got my seatbelt on and turned to face her.

“You’re wearing a coat.” She said as she set the car into drive and peeled off down the street.

“Did you expect me to walk out of my house in what you demanded I wear?” I shot back. “If one of my sisters saw me in it, they’d freak.”

“Take it off.” She said in a no-nonsense voice.

I rolled my eyes, but I did as she instructed, pulling back the coat. This was truly extremely embarrassing. It was wearing a sleeveless skintight shirt that my nipples almost poked through. It had a somewhat low neckline which barely covered my chest. Furthermore, she had me wear these pants that were tight in the crotch. More than that, there was a distinct bulge no matter where I tried to put my dick. It wasn’t that embarrassing for a model, actor, or sportsperson, but for a former introvert like me, I felt shy.

However, this was apparently what girls liked to see. I supposed it’d be the equivalent of a tight dress that shows off her ass and has her tits popping out. Then again, I wasn’t technically exposing that much skin, so maybe it was closer to a girl in skin-tight yoga pants and a tank top. Either way, this was in the bag of clothing Abigail had bought for me, and she had demanded that I wear it on our so-called date.

Of course, had I truly not wanted to do it. I wouldn’t have done it. I was just a bit curious about how effective it would be. In a normal world, the girls would all take one look at me and turn away in disgust. For once, I was intrigued by the idea of being eye candy. At least, that’s what I saw this ridiculous get-up as.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked her once I had my coat off.

I was just a bit annoyed she hadn’t taken a look after making a big stink about me having it. She had bought it for me, so if she wanted to see me in it, she should stop acting tough.

“A club.” She responded.

I raised an eyebrow. “We’re underage.”

“I have a fake ID, and I heard the guards will let cute boys in regardless of the age. That’s why you’re dressing provocatively.”

“Oh?”

“N-not that I permit you to flirt with any girl! I’ll kick their ass just like I beat that bitch Samantha!”

I seemed to remember the fight being rather even between the two, but I decided not to point that out.

“What is it?” She demanded.

I realized that I was grinning while looking at her and broke contact. “I just thought you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Her face turned red, and for the first time, her stony look broke with emotion. However, she quickly recovered, and then drove even faster. I was worried she was going to get a ticket, but when I asked her drive safe, she ignored me and I didn’t even get an answer, so I just held my seatbelt and hoped I didn’t end up in trouble. We finally did pull up to a club.

I could hear the sound of music and voices from the parking lot. There was flashing neon lights and a long line. I knew some people at high school snuck into clubs, but I was the kind of guy who didn’t even know where they were, let alone how to procure stolen IDs to get into one. Suffice it to say, I was a little excited. Getting into a club was on a list of things I had always wanted to do. I figured I’d eventually go when I turned 21, but even then, I didn’t imagine going with a cute girl. I imagined it being a lonely, pathetic affair.

Leaving the car, I immediately wanted to grab my coat and cover myself again. I took a deep breath, shutting down all those feelings of shame and rejection. That was from a different lifetime. In this world, things were different.

Abigail came to my side of the car and grabbed my arm, pulling me to the side of the club and into a long line. There were numerous girls and guys, most of them older than we were. On average, they were usually around London’s age. However, London never could party, since she had her job to worry about.

What men and women wore wasn’t too different in this world. The main difference was the attitude behind wearing them. Women’s outfits came off more practical. Although some wore dresses, they usually had pockets. It was much more common to see a pants and blouse combo. Furthermore, there was a subtle degree of laziness in their dress. They would comb their hair and put on makeup, but not even girls spent all that much time doing it. They looked a lot more natural, and a lot less fake. On the other hand, the guys did show more skin. Shorts and sleeveless shirts were common. Most of the clothing was tight. What I was wearing wasn’t even the most ridiculous outfit I had seen.

Some men also wore makeup, and the attentiveness to their hair couldn’t be denied. I found myself touching my hair and feeling a bit inadequate that I had only tossed a little gel in it and combed.

Abigail didn’t speak much as we waited in line, and I was wondering if the reason she wasn’t talking was that she didn’t know how. She was a socially awkward girl from the moment I met her. Yeah, she could make a fake ID, likely using some of the same skills that had gotten her into the perverted up-shorts that she was doing with Dawn, but that didn’t mean she was a girl who knew how to socialize. I had a feeling some of her rough demeanor with me was because she had trouble opening up and expressing her true feelings.

I chuckled softly to myself, causing Abigail to shoot me a look. “What is it?”

“Nothing…” I smiled, reaching out and tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

She stiffened but didn’t say anything. The reason I was laughing was that another thought had come to me. The way I was excusing her behavior, I wondered if that was similar to the way women would excuse the behavior of angry or abusive men in my old world. Well, she had never technically abused me yet, and when it came to blackmail, I was just as guilty. I decided I was just going to enjoy this date, and take it as a chance to do something I had never had the chance to do before.

“You have an ID?”

I realized I had made it to the front, and a woman was standing there in a pants suit eyeing me up and down. She wasn’t an ugly woman, but she did weights and I had a feeling she could kick my ass, let alone Abigail.

“I don’t…” I responded, suddenly feeling stupid for coming here.

Abigail had said she’d just let me in, but how could that be the case? She couldn’t know for certain, and since I didn’t have a fake ID like her, this was over before it had even started. However, the bouncer didn’t immediately send me on my way. Instead, she looked me up and down one more time as if checking out my body. Then, glancing left and right, she opened up and lifted the velvet chain.

“There was a bit too much pussy in the club tonight, get on in.” She declared.

I smiled at her, which caused her to stiffen, and then walked past the rope and into the door entrance. Abigail went to follow me, but the large woman suddenly dropped the rope and clipped it, then held up her hand, shoving Abigail back.

“I’m with him!” She cried out angrily, pulling out her ID.” I’ve got an ID!”

“I said we got too many women in there. Needs more cute guys like him, not losers like you.” The door guard snorted, snatching her ID and glancing at it only briefly. “Looks fake. I’m going to toss this out.”

“The hell?” She tried to take a step forward, but the other woman squared her shoulders, and I had a flash of the battle from before repeating itself, except Abigail ending up a bloody mess.

Before things could get worse, I lightly tapped on the woman’s shoulder. She turned back, looking at me with a glare. However, when her eyes landed on me, they seemed to soften immediately.

“Um… can you please let her in? She’s kind of my ride, and she’ll make sure I get home safely tonight.” I tried to use as simple of an excuse as I could come up with.

The guard scowled for a second but then sighed. “Agh… you remind me of my little brother. I guess every cute boy needs a cucked designated driver. Be safe, cutie.”

She opened up the bar, giving Abigail the go-ahead with a jerk of her head. Abigail was still pissed, but she took the opportunity. She wasn’t dumb enough to intentionally get into a fight with the woman. I noticed that the guard still kept the license. I guess that was her punishment. Abigail would have to get a new one. At least we got in.

“You shouldn’t have interfered. I could have taken her.” Abigail complained, making sure she was well out of earshot of the guard before saying such a thing to me.

I didn’t want to hurt her pride, but this time I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “Just be happy your cute boyfriend got you in.”

I patted her cheek. She stared at me with her mouth open, not knowing how to respond to what I just said. However, before she could come up with something, I heard a yell. Turning to the source, I saw a man dancing topless on one of the tables while a bunch of women was shouting and hooting at him. When my eyes focused on who he was, my eyes nearly popped out of my head.

“Dad?”