Kyle immediately noticed Little Kyle's sad expression. The way the little lips quivered, the way the little eyes seemed to be holding back tears.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked worriedly.

Did Little Kyle feel bad about having to dress up as a girl? Was he holding it in all this time and now, he couldn't handle it?

Little Kyle looked at him, his eyelashes slightly wet as he held back the tears.

"I want to be just like you," he declared, making Kyle's heart jump.

Xing Han pounced on that moment, saying excitedly, "I know, right?! Kyle is awesome, right?!"

Kyle indicated with his hand to Xing Han to calm down, as he focused on Little Kyle. Xing Han put both his hands over his mouth and sat down on the bed obediently.

"If that's the case, why do you look like you're going to cry?" Kyle asked gently.

Little Kyle blinked his eyes rapidly, making the tears that were threatening to form, to dry up. Then, he shook his head, "Am not."

He puffed up his chest, declaring, "I am a strong boy."

Kyle smiled at that, and patted his shoulder, saying, "I know you are."

Kyle wasn't going to press the issue. Little Kyle would talk when he was ready ... if he wanted to. He then turned to Xing Han and smiled.

Little Kyle watched as Kyle then turned to Xing Han.

He was glad that Kyle didn't keep on asking. He didn't want Big Brother to know that their names weren't exactly the same. His real name was Kai Sheng, but his mother told him that he had to go by the name of Kyle because it was 'easier' for other people to pronounce.

Little Kyle knew his mother was lying to him for some reason.

However, he did not have the courage to actually ask or demand the truth. His mother looked like she was a bit scared at that point, so he did not want to cause her any more pain. She also told him that he must never mention his real name because it was no longer 'true'.

He is now Kyle.

He had been sad at first, when he remembered that his original name wasn't Kyle. It wasn't the same as Big Brother. Then, he remembered what Big Brother had told him : it didn't matter what other people said or thought. What was important was how he felt.

So it didn't matter that he wasn't born as a 'Kyle'. In his heart, he was going to be just like Big Brother. So the name wasn't important.

"You grew taller and we were of the same height, but after I wear these, you're going to be shorter again," Kyle said with a laugh to Xing Han as he put on the shoes-made-from-Hell. They weren't stilettos, thank goodness, but it was still high heels. Three inches, too.

Kyle did NOT miss wearing these infernal contraptions. Heck, even in his past life, he rarely wore them. He hated those fashion gurus that would state high heels were essential; that it would make the dress or outfit better. Why didn't they just make outfits that didn't need high heels?! It's damn painful and uncomfortable to wear for long periods.

Still, he put them on without voicing out his complaints too much. He only said, "Stupid stupid shoes. Bane for all mankind. Should be burned at the stake ..."

Xing Han was busy laughing at Kyle, not being sympathetic to his plight at all.

Watching Kyle leaning on the chair while putting on the heels made Xing Han sigh. He truly cut such a gorgeous figure. With his long, wavy hair falling down, hiding half of his face as he looked down at his feet.

The way those breasts seemed to be peeking out of the blouse and ready to burst out of the low cut neckline. The way his long legs seemed to go on and on ... then when Kyle turned a bit, the way his butt filled that skirt ...

Xing Han shook his head.

"Man, Kyle," he hissed, "How come your dick doesn't show? Your butt seems to be straining against that skirt of yours."

Kyle looked behind, at his behind and smirked, "I do have a lovely ass, don't I?"

Xing Han rolled his eyes, "That still doesn't answer my question."

Kyle looked at Xing Han, then said, "Do you really want to know?"

Xing Han nodded, saying, "Cuz your dick isn't exactly small and that skirt isn't exactly big."

Kyle laughed while Little Kyle was looking bewildered. He thought Xing Han had a point and stared at the front of the skirt. Xing Han was right. Nothing showed.

"Don't regret asking this now," Kyle said, "Remember Justin Timberlake doing that 'Single Ladies' gag video with Beyonce? He wore leotards and his dick didn't show up either."

Xing Han thought back, "You're right. Why is that?"

"Well, I don't know about him, but I wanted to show you that it's possible. For me, I use the method transgender women* use," Kyle explained, "It's a combination of a few things. Tucking it in and wearing special underwear. The panty part on this pantyhose has the same function as a special fit gaffs.** It provides the support to hold my dick closer to my body."

"Wait ..." Xing Han said, "What do you mean by 'tucking it in'? Tuck what in??"

Kyle gave him a look.

"How is that even possible?!" Xing Han gasped out loud, then asked, "Isn't it painful?"

"As long as I don't get an erection, I'm fine," Kyle replied.

It had been a bit painful the first time he had done it, but with practice, it was fine. Essentially, he'd push his b*lls back its socket (where it had been before it dropped upon puberty), then pushed his dick behind. Kyle just gave Xing Han a summarised version for it would be too much for him to handle.^

Little Kyle didn't need to know either.