All folks in this story are mine.
Cast:
Spencer-11-year old himalayan patterned rabbit boy with a delicate built .He's got the same loppy ears (though less long) as his brother, pink eyes, and a soft voice. Generally he's very shy and akward,and has been acting rather cranky and standoffish as of late. 
Terry (mentioned)-Spencer's ten year old little brother. They are only ten months apart, but they are a world apart in terms of maturity and hobbies. Terry in Spencer's opinion still acts like a little baby, but like Roy, he dosen't really like when people tease Terry for being diffrent, though unlike Roy he finds Terry incredibly annoying. 
Roy(mentioned)-Spencer's sixteen year old punk of a brother. He's over protective of his younger brothers, but, Terry thinks he's kind if an idiot who just gets himself into trouble all the time.
P.B (mentioned)-a twelve year old red squirrel with an annoying smile and even more irritating laugh. He's impossibly girly looking, and Spencer hasn't been able to get him out of his mind after their first meeting.

Spencer shifted on the side of his bed, and listend. The trailer was quiet, and this was something that didn't happen very often. Roy had taken Terrry over to someone else's house to play while he went to go talk to 'imporant people' about a show in a few weeks. He wasn't sure where his sisters were, but it was too quiet for them to be home, and his mother hadn't been home in a few days now. That wasn't very unusual though. He continued to listen, lifted his long ear to make doubly sure that he was accutally alone.
He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd been alone in the overly crouded trailer. It hadn't been this year certainly. It felt almost alien, and definently unreal. He rocked a bit on the bed, expecting the sound of one of his siblings busrting through the door, but it didn't come. He was well anda truely alone, and free to do whatever he wanted.
He wasn't entirely sure, this being the case, what he wanted. Spencer shifted on his bed and thought. He could have the T.V. He could watch whatever he wanted, or he could play with one of his board games or puzzles without little siblings to disrupt him and make a mess of things. He continued to debate he could even, with everyone out of the house try on some of Roy's clothes. They usually looked pretty cool and he often wondered, just how he would look in them. It couldn't hurt to try at could it? Most of his clothes were Roy's well-worn hand-me-downs anyways. Yes, he could do that, but..." his mind traveled a bit, his sisters were also out of the house. He thought about the squirrel boy that he'd met recently and how soft and girly he was, and wondered, just breifly how he might look in somthing cute like that. Spencer's pale pink eyes shifted twords the door of his bedroom. If his sister's caught him he'd be dead. That'd be the end of it, but if he took the clothes and brought them back to his room..there wasn't any chance of him being caught really..and he could just put the clothes away in the hamper after. It was always so overstuffed, they'd think they'd just been overlooked.
Spencer bit his lip and considered his options. He'd have to work fast if he wanted to do it. Who knew when his sisters would be home, and who knew when he'd have another shot like this. It was weird though, wasn't it? even thinking about trying somthiing like this. He slowly slid off the bed and headed for his door, pulling it open a crack to peek out. What if someone did find out? What would they think? He already had a hard time fitting in and this wasn't going to help matters. He scanned the empty livingroom and slowly slid out of bedroom, and across the itty bitty hall to the room his sisters shared. 
He pushed open the door to their room and took a moment from the doorwway to just take it all in. The girls room was far more couded and messy than his own, overfilled with two bunk beds (one with a large double bed on thebottom) a vanity table, a dresser, and if you crawled into thelower bunk of the larger of the two, you could acess the closet, which, due to the sheer amount of clothing on the floor, one would have to assume to be empty. 
How was he even going to find the things that he wanted, and whos would fit him best? He slid into the room and shut the door behind him before he started picking through the various articles of clothing on the floor, a skirt, pale pink and tiny, it'd be really short on him, had to be his youngest sisters he figured but he might be able to squeeze into it? No. He put it back on the floor and continued to dig, this time coming up with a pair of light purple tights. These seemed like they'd fit him. He tried to think of which sister these belonged to, it hardly mattered he decided, and continued to prowl for more clothing options.
Soon he had a small armfull and he thought about heading straight back to his room to try them on , but then his eldest sisters vanity table caught his eye. Sure his brother had make up too, but that had never really appealed to him, but his sisters make up, with all the beautfiully packaged items, pleasent smells, and pleasent glittering qualities seemed quite appealing. He ran back to his room with the stolen clothing and then made his way back to the vanity table,and crouched down beside it. He knew touching any of his eldest sisters expensive make up was just asking for a world of pain if she caught him, even if she didn't she'd likely notice that somthing had been moved and it would cause trouble for someone. He moved slightly to examine the items from another angle.
What was half this stuff anyways? Poweders in tons of colors, bottles with weird names on them, and all kinds of brushes and tools that he had no idea what they were. Little bits of sponge and tubes of lipstick. The lipstick seemed the least threatening. 
He reached over carefully and pulled up a little tube of pale pink lipgloss and examined it, turning the small expensive item over in his hands a few times. He'd seen his sister put on lipstick, he figured he had to be able to do that at least..and after all this was just gloss. that wasn't even all that girly, that wasn't a strange thing to want to try at all. She'd still notice if he took it though. He sighed and put it back, maybe another time. He was just about to turn to leave, once more when he this time caught sight of the trash bin next to the table. On the top, as if it was just begging to be seen was a mostly empty tube of gloss.
Spencer's heart lept lightly in his chest. It was in the bin, she wouldn't miss it would she? He walked closer and picked it up, it seemed a bit old but, there was still a decent amount in there. He pocketed it, and then sped back across the hall slamming his sister's door shut with a bang, his own bedroom door echoing it. 
Did P.B. wear gloss? he wondered about that, and he thought that he must have worn something, his lips were to pretty to just be bare. He moved over to Terry's bed where he'd stashed all of the stolen clothes and began to sort through them. Sweater, skirt, leggings..panties. He blushed a bit touching the panties, maybe that was getting a little too weird. He wasn't sure he should be slipping into his little sisters underwear.  He set them aside and looked over his small horde of clothing. Nothing to do now but change. Still he hesistated. What if Roy came home just now? What would he say? 
He ran over the horrible things that could happen if Roy saw him, but, as he ran through each, he relized what likely would happen was that Roy would close the door and never, ever bring it up again. He could deal with that. He peeled out of his old hand me down stripped sweater and worn out jeans and tossed them on the floor, and looked himself over. HIs chest was thin and flat, not cute, and his arms had these were black patches that started just above his elbow and all the way down to the back of his hand, and his legs had similar 'weird' pattenring. None of that was cute. He was all flat and skinny everywhere. At least he thought so. He was't entirely wrong about this, but perhaps if someone else had been looking they would have been able to appreciate the fact that with as young and delicately built as he was, his body was just as girly as that squirrel's, perhaps even a bit more so as he wasn't yet growing into a pre-teen gangliness, and of course he also had the benifit of his past the shoulder inky black hair and his long, cute lop ears that fell down well past his shoulder. He had a real cute face too, with an egg-shaped black spot over his nose, and pale, pink eyes, which were somthing he found horribly shameful, not to mention the fact that they were so sensitive to bright light. 
Of course he didn't see any of this, he just saw a weird lookin kid who was about to get weirder by putting on his sister's clothes. It was just for fun though, he couldn't really see the harm, after all, it was almost halloween, perfect time for dress up right?  He thought about P.B again, and then about all the pretty girls in their shiny black clothes that often went to his brothers concerts. He wished his sisters had somthing like that, but unfortunately they were either too young or two, what was the word, preppy? He couldn't remember. He just knew none of them were what Roy called 'punk' or 'goth'. It really was a pity though. He would have liked to see what he could have looked like in somthing like that. He sighed , and then set to work pulling on the strange new clothes.
He was suprised by how soft and how flimsy everything felt. It was a wonder girl's clothes stayed together at all. The sweater he pulled on was off the shoulder (though this may have only been becuse it was too large for him) and pale pink but, at least it had some bat designs on it, one good thing, He sniffed the sweater, it smelled like girl.  He moved on then and pulled on the tights over his light blue breifs. It felt weird putting them on over his boy-pants, and his eye flicked to the panties again. Nope. Still to weird. Maybe if he could get his own somehow. Spencer tried to shake that idea out of his mind. No. He wasn't going to go try and buy girls panties. Too weird.He wondered what kind of underwear P.B wore.
he pulled on the purple tights, a sky blue skirt and then sat on the bed and pulled the stolen lipgloss out of his pants pocket. Did he have time to try it? Did he dare to? He got up walked to Roy's part of the room where there was a broken, but still useable full length mirror. the bottom was covered in sticky Terry handprints, and the upper half was dusty with make up and grime. but the middle section was luckily Spencer's height and still fairly clean.
He was delighted with what he saw. If he hadn't known it was his own reflection, he was sure that he could have been mistaken for one of his sisters, at least at a quick glance. He gave a little twirl in the skirt and laughed when it flew up. Did that really happen in real life? He ran his hands over the skirt and smoothed it, scowling a bit when he saw a faint buldge in the front. That'd ruin the look for sure. 
He fidgeted, and hoped it would go down. There was no one there to see it but, that didn't make it any more appealing. He sighed again, man, he was sighing a lot, maybe he did take after Roy.  He looked at the mirror again, and kept his eyes on his upper half. Maybe he'd be even cuter if he tied his hair back? Or maybe..he held the lipgloss in his hand and worked to undo the cap before leaning forward and opening his mouth just a bit, not pursing. he remember his oldest sister yelling at one of the younger ones to never purse their lips when they put on lipstick, and slowly began to slide the gloss on.
It was a strange sensation. Kind of slimey, but, it smelled nice, sweet and pretty, and he had to appreciate the pretty glittery bits it left on his lips, as well as the soft pink tinge. Being very pale, even this faint bit of color was very pleasing to look at on his lips, and even brought out more of the pink in his eyes, which , when dressed like this, he found he didn't mind. H
He wondered if Roy would recognize him dressed like this, or if he'd think he was a diffrent kid here to play, just some girlfriend of one of is sister. Nah. He figured Roy would know right away, Roy knew him way too well.  He looked imself over in the mirror again and smiled, he had to admit, like this he did look kinda cute. 
Now what though? Spencer wasn't entirely sure, he was dressed, and feeling weird and excited, but, really he had no idea what just to do about any of that. He moved  to sit on Roy's bed and looked at himself in a few different poses. Would his sisters notice if he just kept these things? Maybe..gave this outfit another try somtime elsewhere? He wasn't really sure but..he could always hide them away for a week, maybe two? See if anyone noticed. 
Spencer giggled and laid back on the bed looking at the mirror again, blushing this time, as he wondered what it would be like to have someone dark and spooky up above him while he was dressed like this, or maybe even someone pretty, and maybe, just maybe squirrel shaped.
That line of thought certainly wasn't helping the noticable shape in the front of his skirt go down. He let out an annoyed grown and pulled Roy's blankets over his hips. He didn't want to see that while he was dressed up like this. That was too confusing, and being confused wasn't fun. 
Spencer admired himself for a few moments longer,laying down as he was and then closed his eyes and started to daydream, thinking about all the fun he could have with these clothes, and, once again, thinking of P.B.