A/N: Thanks to Kaylee1038 and I like Mountain Lions Too, my first reviewers, you inspired me to write a new chapter quickly. It's only been an hour since I even published the story.

I'm trying to make the dares as funny as possible, and of course, Kaylee1038 is right, the 'Truth Or Dare' theme is an overused idea, so I have to come up with some original dares to make the story unique. If you think you have any ideas for a dare or a question, or overall have some tips for me to make the story better, feel free to message me, although I can't promise that I'll use your idea.

And also, the dare I'm using in this chapter has some hilarity potential, although I don't exactly now how I'm going to start it. Hope for the best.

Disclaimer: I'm glad that I'm not Stephenie Meyer. She doesn't get to embarrass her characters! Nope, that right is reserved for fanfictioners. :)

Edward POV.

I had convinced Bella to come with me to the picnic. I didn't want her to miss any human experiences, especially since I was going to turn her into a monster sometime soon. But when Jessica said that we were going to play Truth Or Dare, I wished I hadn't.

Even before Lauren brought out the bottle, people were planning dares and truth questions in their minds, and not all of them were pretty. Mike was planning to dare Bella, to...er, expose some skin. It took all my strength not to pound his face in right then and there. Lauren wasn't decided on a single dare yet, but her principal aim was to make Bella suffer. I growled softly. Jessica was in Jessica-Land, thinking of ways she could get boys to notice her.

I tried hard not to laugh when I saw what Rosalie was planning for Emmett, and I picked out who was going to go first from Alice's visions. She, too, knew what Rosalie was going to make Emmett do, and smiled slyly.

"Well, here we go." Jessica announced, wishing that she would go first. Everyone felt tense and nervous. The bottle slowly spun to a stop, and... the first person to go was Rosalie.

"Rosalie, who do you want to dare?" Jessica asked. Rosalie gazed sultrily up to Emmett and winked. I knew my brother couldn't resist such temptation, and would accomplish his dare gladly, so long as Rosalie would do what he had been begging her to in the bedroom department.

"Emmett." She said. "I want Alice to give Emmett a transvestite makeover." She smiled sweetly. "Clothes included." Emmett gulped.

"Tonight. I bought a new French Maid costume, monsieur." She promised him so low that only we could hear. Alice pretended not to.

"Fun!" She exclaimed happily, dragging Emmett by his hand. "My make-up kit is with me, thankfully. I have this new cherry red lipstick that would go perfectly with your skin color. About the clothes, though...We'll figure something out..." She babbled on and on, excited at the prospect of dressing someone up, since Bella would rarely let her.

We all waited impatiently. I would have liked to see the final result before everyone else, but Alice was concentrating hard on the makeover, and changing her mind every so often so that it was impossible to get a clear picture. Bella squeezed my hand. She was smiling.

"I'm allowed to torture Emmett with this, right?" She wondered. I laughed, kissing her hair.

"We all are, love." I reassured her.

"Good!" She squealed, taking out her digital camera. "Good thing I brought this."

"Although, how did Rosalie get Emmett to agree to this?" She asked, her curiosity aroused.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." I told her honestly. It was bad enough we had to hear- and in my case, see- what they did to each other, I didn't want to corrupt my Bella as well.

In about 5 minutes, we heard Alice's voice.

"Everyone, put your hands together for....Emma!" She announced. And then we saw him.

The gym exploded with laughter. Emmett's long hair was curled, and a tiara decorated his giant head. Alice had made him wear pink contacts (where did she get her hands on those?) to match his pink eyeshadow and lipgloss. Of course, his outfit was even funnier. She had put him in a bra, stuffed with oranges, naturally, a miniskirt (though it wasn't really attractive seeing Emmett's bushy legs) and black high heeled boots. He was wearing a green tennis dress. And if we though this was the extent of hilarity, we were wrong.

"OMG, isn't Brad Pitt so cute? I like, love him!" He imitated a girls voice perfectly, causing the population of the gym to hardly be able to breathe. And it didn't stop there. "Ooh, Mike, looking good. Wanna go out this Friday? *wink wink*". Everyone was in hysterics, and Mike looked as if he might sink into the ground any minute. Good. If it embarrassed him, I loved it. "Oh, no, I forgot. I'm busy Friday! There's a shoe sale at Saks, you know." He went on. Mike muttered something that closely resembled "Leave me alone.", but of course Emmett didn't interpret it that way.

"What? You mean you already have a boyfriend? All those kisses in the rain we shared!" Emmett's girly voice shrieked. Bella was hyperventilating. Jessica seemed confused, and she was really beginning to wonder about Mike's love preferences. After a while, Emmett seemed to get tired, and sat back down. Rosalie was laughing really hard.

"I know, I know, I'm hilarious." He admitted.

"It- isn't- that!" Rosalie said in between chortles.

"Then what is it?" He asked.

"Bella got the whole thing on tape!"

You know why I posted this chapter so quickly, right? Because I got reviewed. And reviews make for a happy writer, and a happy writer makes for a new writer. I posted this chapter half an hour after I got reviewed. The more the reviews, the faster the post!