Who makes the prettier girl?

Warren Beatty?



or Vince Vaughn?


Make you choice in the poll to the right.

...when I fall in love?

I came up with another "fall" song--one I should have remembered, because it's from one of my favorite musicals. The song is titled "Fallin'" with lyrics by Carole Bayer Sager and music by Marvin Hamlisch, from They're Playing Our Song.



The tan twofer is by White Stag (a Wal-Mart label), found in a thrift shop in March 2011; the brown-and-black print skirt is by LYS, bought at Kmart in January 2012; the shoes are Kenneth Cole Unlisted "Bond Girl" bone peep-toe pumps, from Shoe Dept in January 2013. Other accessories are black-and-white jewelry and natural hose.



One of the best portraits from these two days:


More pics on Flickr; still a bunch more outfits to come; and don't forget to choose the man who makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Now I really can't think of any more songs with "fall" in the lyrics or title.



First view of a sweater dress for the season...the green sweater dress by Connected Apparel, bought at Burlington Coat Factory in January 2009; the shoes are Mossimo "Viveca Blingy" green suede pumps, from Target in February 2013. Other accessories are scarf, red jewelry, red belt, and patterned hose.



Another pretty portrait (see I do smile in some of them!):



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The denim minidress is by Roommates, bought at Foreman Mills in January 2012; the shoes are Lela Rose "Galilea" navy/brown peep-toes, from Payless in May 2011. Other accessories are a floral headband, blue jewelry, and blue tights.



A slightly off-center portrait:


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The red-and-black crepe dress is from Kmart's Jaclyn Smith line in March 2009; the shoes are Fioni "Hilt" red patent pumps, from Payless in November 2009. Other accessories are the red fedora, gold jewelry, and black hose.



The great thing about a hat is that it can be an accessory and a prop!


More pics on Flickr; one more outfit to come; and don't forget to choose the man who makes the prettier girl (details here)!

The red twofer is by Apt. 9 Woman, found in a thrift store in June 2012; the White miniskirt is by New York & Co., bought at Foreman Mills in June 2013; the shoes are Lela Rose Unforgettable Moments "Nathalie" pumps, from Payless in April 2010. Other accessories are the red fedora again, silver jewelry, white belt, and white hose.



The best portrait from this two-day session, I think:


More pics on Flickr; I'll be starting a new "lost story" tomorrow; and don't forget to choose the man who makes the prettier girl (details here)!

A reader submitted story by Julie, from my old website.

It all started soon after my mother died. It was 1963, just three months after our president was assassinated; an event that was mourned openly by my mother and three older sisters.

My father had left us when I was little, and I didn't remember him at all. My older sister, Robyn, was in charge of us now. She wasn't quite eighteen, and still a senior in high school, when events forced her to take on the responsibility of the rest of us. Perhaps I should have been more understanding, but most twelve year old boys don't think too clearly, at least I didn't.

I had never relished living with four females. Robyn was the most assertive and smartest of my sisters. And then there was Julie, she's fifteen, and the prettiest, and Marissa, who's thirteen. Marissa is the most innocent, naive, and gullible, and my favorite to pick on.

Robyn and Julie hated it when I teased and harassed Marissa. They would scream at me, but also get mad at Marissa for being so easily taken advantage of.

It was a couple of months after mom died when my sisters, especially Robyn, had had it with my antics and teasing. I was not a model little gentleman. I had my share of fun ...and trouble.

It was only the night before when I heard Julie let out a howl from the bathroom, my name being taken in vain, and her explanation to her sisters. "Brian, the little turd, left the seat up again!"

Well, I had just just come running in from playing outside, and dashed into the bathroom. Marissa was standing there with her frilly slip pushed up nearly to her waist, doing something under her panties. She screamed! I laughed. Girls look kind of funny with their stockings and garters and stuff hanging out.

"That's some fancy pants. Very pretty! Are you going out like that?" I quipped.

She fled, crying, over to her bedroom.

When I emerged from the bath, I faced Robyn! She looked really peeved.

"I've just about had it with you! Your poor sister, it's bad enough how you tease and torture her. She's had it a little rough, and at her age she's feeling especially vulnerable. She's new to her period, and you have to laugh and taunt her."

"I can't help it if she's a dumb girl."

"That's it!" She cried, and grabbed me by the shoulders, shaking me. "And look at you! You little ragamuffin, you're filthy! You get in there and take a bath."

"You mean a shower. I don't do baths. Baths are for sissy girls."

"A bath! And I mean now!"

She looked like she was going to completely flip out, as she started pulling off my clothes, and running bath water. She added perfumed bubble bath, and didn't leave until I had eased into the water. Boy, was she mad! I didn't even protest her seeing me naked, but then she was so mad, she was seeing only red anyway.

"Boys! Why couldn't you have been a girl!"

She left holding my dirty clothes away from her body with just her finger tips, and I could hear her talking rather loudly with Julie as I soaked.

Robyn had always thought mom had been too easy on me. Whenever I got scolded or lightly punished, Robyn would shake her head, and go around grumbling. Sometimes she would complain to mom, and sometimes they would argue a bit. Robyn was especially incensed when I got away with teasing Marissa. Now, Robyn was in charge.

She seemed much calmer when came back. Julie followed her in.

"We've decided to teach you a lesson." Robyn announced. "You seem to think you are so much better than us girls, and like teasing and harassing us, so you will put on a dress and live like a girl for a couple of days. Maybe it will teach you something."

"What? Not me! Uh Uh! I'm not wearing girl things! You must be nuts!"

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but if we have to physically dress you, and we will, you will wear a dress and other girlish things for much longer. I've locked your room, so it's either a dress ... or nothing."

"No! You're crazy! I won't do it!"

"You've just added another weekend in pretty dress to your punishment. Would you care to try for all summer?"

Ooooh, I thought. I better think about this. My ego told me I could probably fend off Robyn, but three against one? My logic told me I didn't stand much of a chance. Robyn and Julie had held me down more than once the last few years, and they had grown faster than me recently. I sat silently, giving this some reflection.

"Well, what's it going to be? Are you going to do as we tell you, or do we physically put you in a dress for the next month?"

I looked at Robyn and Julie about to pounce. I cried.

"No, you can't! I can't...put.... No! Robyn!"

"You have little choice, I'd say. So are you going to cooperate, or not?"

I was panicked! If I said no, I could end up spending the first few weeks of summer in girl things, but to say yes didn't sit right either.

"Well, if I do ...I mean...if I let you.... I won't have to do this again, will I?" I sobbed.

"If you cooperate, and I mean completely, then we'll see. We'll see how well you behave. If you behave like a proper little girl, you won't have to wear a dress again."

I nodded reluctantly to acknowledge my comprehension, but Robyn took it to mean my agreement. She smiled.

"Good! You're smarter than I thought."

They merrily talked to each other about how I would be dressed.

I looked at them in disbelief, and decided I had better not contradict them now.

I couldn't believe this! Just an hour ago I was happily playing. Now, I had so much as agreed to wear a dress--ugh. I felt like I had hit a wall.

Robyn shampooed my hair, and then held a towel up for me as I got out of the tub. She took my hand, and led me into Julie and Marissa's bedroom, with the towel wrapped under my armpits, like a girl. Just two months ago it had been all three of my sisters' room, and a point of contention since I, the youngest, and a boy, got my own room. Robyn had recently moved into mom's old room.

Marissa looked surprised and tentative at my appearance.

"Hi sis, how are you feeling?" Robyn asked, cheerily.

Marissa nodded slightly. She was a shy, dainty little girl who just seemed to get on my nerves. I say little, but she and I were about the same size, just about five-foot tall. She just seemed smaller. Marissa and I were the smallest. Julie and Robyn were a good four or five inches taller.

"How would you like a new little sister, someone you can play with?"

She nodded again, but looked puzzled.

"Your miserable little brat of a brother has decided he wants to be a girl, and become a soft, sweet, baby sister for you."

That brought a smile and giggle from Marissa, but still a look of puzzlement. I was mortified, and felt so displaced and vulnerable standing there in their bedroom. Robyn went over to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of white, lace trimmed panties. She held them open.

My heart pounded, and I made a face, squirming. I looked at a determined Robyn, and timidly stepped into them. Robyn took the towel then and I heard Julie giggle softly. I looked down at the thin, delicate underwear, and put my hands over the frilly panties, and my semi-visible maleness.

"Mmmm yes, we'll have to do something about that." Robyn mused.

She pulled me down the hall, turning to tell her sisters to stay put.

She rummaged through her dresser, until she came up with a small, flower print girdle. It wasn't much bigger than the panties. I hadn't seen one quite so small, although I didn't have much knowledge about girl's underthings, even with three sisters. I knew it was a girdle though, from the garters that hung from the bottom.

"Robyn, please, I'll be good, I promise. I won't tease Marissa or any of you again."

"It's too late for that. But you're right. I don't think you'll be teasing anyone for a very long time."

While Robyn slid the girdle up my legs, I looked over at the pile of my sister's frilly garments she had pulled out in her search. I then looked down to peer into my sister's gaping blouse to see her pretty, lace trimmed, white bra, holding her firm breasts. I felt myself getting aroused, and I felt my face getting red. By the time Robyn finished tugging the girdle in place, I was embarrassingly stiff. She gasped.

"We'll have to do something about that!" She grumbled. "It looks like you like your new pretty underwear."

I shook my head in denial. I was too embarrassed, nervous, and scared to speak.

She rummaged through her dresser some more, before she hurumphed, shrugged, and turned with one of her half slips in hand. I fidgeted nervously in embarrassment, as she folded the girdle down, and slipped the folded slip inside the panties.

"Stand still! It's nothing I haven't seen! I used to diaper you, you know."

She checked my rounded front, rearranged the slip a bit, and smiled thinly. The added smoothness of the nylon didn't help to relieve my frustration. I looked down. It made me look like I had the slightest girlish tummy. She ran her hand along my leg as she removed the garters.

"We'll fix that too!" She sighed.

I wasn't sure what she meant.

My sisters showed up, wondering what was going on.

"Go back to the bedroom. We'll be along shortly, I promise." Robyn yelled.

She then turned her attention back to me.

"Now, you're going to cooperate--completely! You are going to act like a sweet little girl for the next few days, or you will stay in dresses until you do!"

I was horrified, but nodded in reluctant agreement. Me--act like a sissy girl! My stomach felt nervous and icky. What had I gotten myself into?

She pulled me by the hand out of her bedroom.

We stopped at the bathroom, where Robyn soaped my legs, and began sliding a razor over them. I went to protest, but she gave me a look before I barely peeped. The hair on my legs was thin and blonde, barely enough to argue about.

"Consider yourself lucky. I don't like doing this to my own legs. If you act up, and end up wearing dresses for long, you'll have to do this yourself."

Her explanation sounded like more of a threat.

Then she grabbed my elbow, raised my arm, and shaved under there too, and then the other side. She smiled wryly as she picked up deodorant and applied it to my pits. I winced.

"That stings."

"Yes, it does. Girls have to make some sacrifices."

She opened a box with a light scented powder. It had a large puff with a ribbon bow on top. I felt jittery as Robyn patted the feminine powder over my body, and wondered what girlish things I was going to have to endure.

"Doesn't this feel nice? Girls also like to feel and smell soft and pampered."

She pulled me back to my sisters' room. Julie and Marissa were eager and happy to see us return, especially me.

"Get me her training bra, Marissa." She instructed.

I broke into a sweat.

My youngest sister, and past victim, was only too pleased to help. Julie was all giggles. My heart was pounding.

I suddenly remembered when Julie got her first training bra. She had been after mom to buy her one for many weeks, and was so pleased as she walked to school. I had trailed behind, shouting "Julie's wearing a training bra!" She was near tears by the time we got to the front of the school.

The other boys joined in, teasing her. They wanted to see her little "wheels". Gary Schlitz snapped the strap in back, and she ran inside, crying.

Mom yelled at me when I got home for teasing her, and saying "tits". Robyn was furious when she learned, and spent the evening comforting her sister. She came by my room later, and threatened me if I ever did that again.

Now Robyn slid the white, cotton and lace garment up my arms, and Marissa giggled as she hooked it in back.

My stomach was full of butterflies.

"Well girls, it looks like our baby sister has finally graduated to a bra. Just in time too. Your big sisters are well passed training bras."

The last statement was for Marissa's benefit. I knew it wasn't that long ago she wore a training bra.

The bra had a little ribbon bow in the middle! I looked down at it. I was shaking. I wasn't sure I could go through with this.

"Julie, would you find a nice slip for your sister? One suitable for our dear baby sister?"

Julie handed Robyn a white garment, amongst giggles. It was hideously girlish. It was shiny linen on top, with a white satin ribbon bow over flared nylon ruffles and a taffeta underskirt, and it had small embroidered flowers with ribbon loops where the nylon straps attached to the lace trimmed top.

I trembled as the silky thing was pulled down my body.

Robyn adjusted the slides on the ribbon straps, and I felt my face burning. I wanted to scream about the offensive garments they were fostering on me, but I had to squelch them. I didn't want to have to do this any longer than I had to.

I looked over at another slip that dangled from the dresser. It looked quite different. The one I had on was flat on top, for a younger girl. The one I looked at was fuller at the bust. I looked at Marissa. She had small mounds, and I realized she no longer wore this sort of slip.

"What a pretty slip. Your slip is so pretty, isn't it?" Marissa chimed.

I gulped. I was trapped. All I could do was nod slightly.

"Now, now, that's not a proper response, now is it? Girls love their pretty things, and to feel pretty in them. You like your pretty slip, don't you?" Robyn prodded.

I wanted to die!

"I...uh...yes, I like my slip. It is ... very ... uh ... pretty."

My sisters giggled. Marissa looked at me with such pleasure, and then looked at her older sister in awe.

"How ... how did you do this?"

Robyn and Julie just laughed.

"I told you, he decided he wants to be a pretty girl, and wear pretty dresses and things. He's tired of being a scroungy boy, and wants to be a sissy girl now, don't you?"

My sisters all laughed and giggled, and my face burned with humiliation as I gently nodded my acknowledgment of my agreed subjugation.

"Oh, I'm going to love this!" Julie giggled. "You've been teasing us for so long about our girl things, our 'sissy' girl things! You are going to look so frilly and sweet in your'sissy' girl things!"

My toes curled. I was dieing!

It was one of life's fascinating, never to be solved, mysteries for a boy, sissy girl clothes, and the frilly things girl's wore under them. I was learning first hand, and I was mortified.

"And to think, we nearly threw Marissa's little girl things out, now that she's blossomed. And here we have one more pretty little sister to go! And now for a pretty dress. Let's see what we have for our sweet, new sister."

The girls headed for the closet, and they were all giggles.

I heard them oooh and aaah, and I knew they had made their choice. Julie carried it over to me. It was a pale yellow with a long, wide, organza sash that tied in back, and flowers and ribbons at the waist in front, and the ends of the ribbons fell nearly to the hem. It had pouffed, short, gathered, ruffled lace trimmed sleeves, decorated with florets and ribbon bows, and a lace trimmed collar. The full skirt was organza. It was the frilliest of girl's party dresses!

The three of them helped pull it over my head, and fluff and fuss with it, cooing and fawning over me and the dress. Julie took forever tieing the sash to her satisfaction.

"My, aren't you the pretty girl!"

"Oh, she's adorable!"

"A pretty little girl in a pretty little dress."

My eyes got watery, and I felt a tear on my cheek.

"Oh honey, it's all right. You must be overcome with joy to be dressed in such a darling dress. Is that it, sweetie?" Robyn cooed.

I could only nod my agreement.

My sisters laughed and squealed.

"I think a pair of lacy ankle socks. And Julie, I think a pair of your shoes will fit her--your black Mary Janes."

My two younger sisters squealed with delight.

"Ummm Julie, don't you have a wig? Your sister's hair is kind of short."

Julie returned with a wig. It was short for a girl, barely down to my shoulders. Julie had long, pretty, light brown hair, down to her waist. I didn't understand why she would have a wig. Girls were so illogical. It was a lighter brown than my own hair. Robyn pulled it on my head, and then pushed me over to the vanity. The dress rustled, girlishly, as I sat. Robyn had me stand again, and smoothed the dress as I resat. She arranged the dress over my lap and bench.

She brushed and combed the wig, with a delightful, satisfied smile on her face, and then picked up a yellow satin ribbon, drew it around the wig, and began tieing a bow in front. The long ends dangled, unmercifully, in front of my face. She smiled satisfactorily at her work, and then gripped my chin, looking me over from side to side.

I glanced at the mirror as she sorted through the lipsticks. With the ribbon bow in my curly wig, the ruffled lace around my neck, and the lace and ribbons on the sheer puffy sleeves, I looked every bit as frilly and sissified as I had ever seen Marissa. Robyn selected a lipstick of light pink, and I shuddered as she held my chin and brought the pink tube ever closer. My skin crawled as I felt it smooth over my lips. She had me press my lips together and then again over a tissue. Robyn sat next to me, and I shook nervously, and blinked back my tears. She cleaned and buffed my fingernails, and then unscrewed the cap from a bottle of nail polish, to the delighted squeals of my younger sisters. Robyn proceeded to turn my fingernails a bright, girlish pink.

My sisters all cooed and fawned over what a pretty girl they were making me into.

Robyn finished by squirting perfume on my wrist, and then a squirt toward my neck, and I made a face, amongst their giggles.

"Ok, stand up and turn around for us." Robyn instructed. "Come on, twirl! Faster! Faster! Yes, that's it. You make a splendid girl. You're very pretty."

I felt so humiliated. And as I caught my reflection in the mirror, I was aghast! I saw what took so long with the sash. It was huge. It was all poufed out, with the ends of the wispy bow visible from the front, like the wings of an angel, or fairy! The long ends floated down the back of the dress! I looked and smelled like the sissiest girl in such frothy lace and ribbons!

"Isn't she pr-e-e-e-t-y??" Robyn cooed, holding my shoulders square to the mirror.

"Oh, she's adorable!" Julie blurted.

My face burned. This was unbearable.

"What do you say when some one compliments you? Really! You are going to have to improve your manners. Girls are thoughtful and sweet, and remember, you are a girl now. If you don't start acting like one, we will have to keep you in dresses until you do!"

That got my attention.

"Thank you", I mumbled.

"That will never do, will it girls? Let's hear you clearly, and with a proper curtsy."

Marissa and Julie roared with that.

I wasn't sure how to curtsy, but I bent my knees, and spoke up, "thank you".

"We will have to work on that. Now, you are wearing Marissa's dress, so I want you to be particularly careful not to soil it. You could find yourself going with us to a dress shop to buy a replacement and who knows what all you could end up buying. Girls tend to get carried away when shopping."

A panic coursed through me as I pictured myself in the girl's department like this with my sisters.

"Marissa, why don't you go downstairs and play with your new sister? I'm sure she's dieing to play with your dolls, and eager to participate in other girlish activities, aren't you?

"Hey! We've neglected to give her a name. What do you think girls?"

"Darla.""Chrissy.""Penelope.""Susie.""Cherie.""Michelle." My two sisters called.

"I think she looks like a prissy girl. How about Priscilla, Prissy for short? What do you think, Marissa? She's your new sister and playmate. Do you like it, or would you like to choose?" Robyn asked.

"I like it. Come on Prissy, let's go downstairs. Oops, but don't forget your dolly first." Marissa called.

"And Marissa, teach your sister how to curtsy properly. Teach her how to be a proper little lady. Make sure she learns how to walk and sit gracefully, like a sweet little girl."

They giggled, and I burned in silence. Normally, I'd be yelling and calling them all sorts of names by now, but I was cleverly trapped by Robyn. I was forced to think of myself as a ... ugh ... girl, and had to answer to the name of ... Prissy! I bit my pink lower lip to hold my tongue. I had no intention of giving her an excuse to keep me in these awful, sissy things any longer than I had to.

I hadn't seen Marissa play with her dolls for quite some time, but she wasn't about to let an opportunity like this go bye. Marissa and I made our way downstairs, with each of us holding a doll! I felt so queasy as I looked down at the frilly dress I now wore, and the doll dressed in ribbons and lace in my arms. We played with her dolls until dinnertime. Robyn occasionally looked in on us, and I had to swallow my dignity, and pretend to be a flighty girl, talking to the doll babies, just like my sister! Here I was, forced to play with Marissa, and do whatever my stupid, sissy, weakling of a little sister told me! Robyn's trap was hideous!

Robyn called for me to help with dinner. It was something new to me, and my sisters sat and watched. They were all smiles. It had been another bone of contention that I continually got out of doing anything around the house.

I looked at my sissy pink fingernails. The ribbons from the bows on my short sleeves tickled my arms as I set the table, to the giggling delight of my sisters.

They continually told me how cute and pretty I looked all through dinner. I could only sit silently, try to smile, and whisper an occasional "thank you". It was far more difficult than it sounds. I nearly screamed curses at them several times, but, fortunately, caught myself.

My sisters fawned and fluffed over me and my dress while I cleared the table, and then Robyn handed me a small white purse with lipstick and things inside.

"You'll want to freshen your lipstick, Prissy dear." She giggled.

I had all three of my sisters watching me with delirious glee as I haltingly, nervously, put the pink tip to my lips.

"Go on!" Robyn encouraged. "It won't bite you. Press it firmly to your lips, smooth it on, and press your lips together."

"Yes, Prissy honey, freshen your lipstick. You want to look pretty." Julie teased.

They all giggled with glee.

It felt slippery, and yucky! I was hesitant to do this! It felt so foreign and strange!

"Oh for heavens sake, here!" Robyn yelled, derisively.

She took the lipstick. She had me copy the way she held her mouth, and then pressed it firmly to my lips. It felt thick on my lips. She had me blot over a tissue, and I looked at the pink impression, in revulsion. She held the compact mirror up to me.

"There, you look so pretty in pink lipstick, don't you, Prissy dear?"

I had to wash the dishes. I was careful not to soil the dress, and screamed when I got splashed. Robyn assured me it was only water. I screamed out of genuine fear. I didn't want to experience the threatened shopping trip!

Once I had calmed, I saw my hands still shaking. This was wrong! I was a boy! I shouldn't be worried about getting a dress dirty, a very pretty, frilly dress!

My sister took me into the living room afterward.

"Don't forget your purse, Prissy." Robyn called.

"Let's see how our baby sister is doing. Marissa, would you have your pupil show us a proper, ladylike curtsy?"

Marissa rose with me, whispering instructions in my ear. I turned red. I held the frothy skirt out, and put one foot behind the other, lowering myself.

"Thank you, my dear sisters, for making me so pretty. I just love my darling dress."

Robyn and Julie howled with glee.

"Very good, Marissa!" You've taught her well!"

Marissa smiled with delight.

"And now, we have a little dance for you."

Robyn and Julie squealed. Julie ran for her camera.

I was thoroughly humiliated and mortified, but there was no way out. I either made a complete fool of myself, or I risked having to wear a sissy dress and things for much longer. I couldn't believe I had agreed to do this! But the thought of having to wear a dress like this for much longer, and especially when school got out, was unthinkable! One weekend was all I was going to be able to bear!

Marissa had made up a little dance, and there were a couple of twirls in it, of course. My two older sisters went wild, and when Marissa and I finished with curtsies, they really screamed and cheered! Julie took several pictures, and I broke into a cold sweat at how they might be used.

Marissa hugged me.

"Can I keep her?"

It surprised Robyn.

"Well, that's up to Prissy... if she behaves."

"Oh, she'll be good. She makes a wonderful little girl." Marissa countered.

"No Marissa! She means if he's not good!" Julie corrected.

"Oh yeh, I forgot."

Marissa blushed.

"Prissy, since you've been such a good girl, would you like to wear something grown up tomorrow? Would you like to wear nylon stockings, like your big sisters?"

I was at a loss. Do I say yes or no? I stammered, trying to figure out the puzzle. I remembered one of my sisters had begged mom to allow her to wear nylons a few years back, as I looked down at the lace around my ankles.

"Yes", I replied.

They squealed, and I had second thoughts about my choice, but it was too late.

With that, they ushered me upstairs to lay out what I would wear tomorrow, and Robyn appeared with a pink satin garter belt and a pair of nylons. I moaned to myself, as I had temporarily forgotten what girls had to wear to keep their stockings up. They looked in the closet and came back with a pink dress with rows of ruffled lace down the front, and an overlay of pink chiffon print on the full skirt, with a pink satin ribbon around the waist. Julie pulled out another training bra, pink panties, and another full slip, sleek nylon this time. It was straight, no ruffles, with a ribbon bow to match the bow on the bra, and lace around the hem. These were laid out on the bed I was to sleep in tonight. I was sleeping in my sister's room.

Robyn made me freshen my lipstick again, and then they decided we would all change into nighties. It was only going on eight, but they talked like it would be like a slumber party.

I was happy to get out of the dress while it was still clean.

I was helped out of the fancy dress, and into a long, pink, nylon nightgown with a flounce at the hem, and a large ribbon bow with long ribbons at the chest. A thin, pink, nylon robe with pink ribbons and lace went over the nightie. Pink, opened toed slippers with large pink bows were slipped on my feet, and then I was sent downstairs, while they changed. The nylon nightie and robe felt so slippery, silky, and sissified! Marissa was quick to join me. She was loving me dressed as her sister. All my years of work were evaporating. I had had her nicely intimidated. I had intimidated Julie too, up until two years ago when she blossomed into a teenager.

It was noticed immediately, downstairs, that my toes weren't painted.

"You'd really like your toes painted a pretty shade of pink or red, wouldn't you? Would you like your sister to help paint your toes?" Robyn needled.

This was all too much!

"No!"

"That doesn't sound like a girl. Girls like having their nails polished, their fingers and toes. See, we have our toes polished."

I hung my head and acquiesced.

"You have to ask your sister nicely if she would help you." Robyn prompted.

I felt sick.

"Marissa, would ... you ... help ... paint ... my toes, please?"

I struggled with the words. Marissa didn't bother answering. She hugged me, and ran upstairs, quickly returning with three bottles of polish. It was soon decided my toes would be a bright pink.

When my toes were finished, Marissa wanted hers to match mine. I was elicited to help, but I only managed two of her toes before they got impatient with my clumsiness.

We fixed pizza and sat around talking, and watched TV. My stomach turned at the traces of pink lipstick on my pizza.

I had trouble sitting like a girl with my knees together. Robyn yelled at me, and Marissa came over to help show me how to sit.

It was a little early when we went up to bed.

I often heard my older sisters complain about Marissa and brushing her hair. Apparently, Marissa loved having one of her sisters brush her hair, and pestered them both to do it often. It was with this in mind, that a cold chill swept over me when Robyn suggested: "Marissa, would you like your little sister to help brush your hair?"

Julie broke up, and Marissa glowed from ear to ear. I heard Julie whispering and giggling to Robyn as I began brushing my sister's hair.

Robyn came over as I brushed, and removed the wig from my head, ran a comb through my short hair, and then tied a wide pink ribbon around my head in a neat bow. She then handed me a pink ribbon to tie Marissa's hair back. Robyn and Julie giggled at us, dressed so similarly for bed.

I was tucked in with a doll, and I stifled an urge to cry as I waited for sleep. I couldn't wait for this weekend to be over!

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The girls were up early, especially Marissa. She couldn't wait to spend another day with her new sister.

I was given fifteen minutes to bathe, lotion, and powder. I then returned to the bedroom in a robe, where I was ordered to get dressed.

I pulled the panties and brief on, and slipped the half slip in, just as Robyn had done, before removing the robe. I struggled with the bra, and Marissa came over to fasten it for me, amongst giggles. I picked up the garter belt, and placed it around my waist, expecting Marissa to help me with it too.

"Let her get dressed herself." Robyn quipped.

Julie produced a camera again.

"Robyn, ... I don't want her to take pictures of me like this, ... in this ... sissy underwear!" I pleaded.

Robyn just smiled. I whined and moaned.

"Smile, and show us your new, pretty, training bra, Prissy." Julie giggled.

I hooked the garter belt with a little difficulty, and wasn't prepared for stockings! I fumbled feebly with the filmy things, to the giggling glee of my sisters, and flashes from the camera.

"Don't get any runs in them, or you'll have to go the store to buy more." Robyn cautioned.

I wished I hadn't agreed to wear them now.

Marissa and Julie came over to show me how to roll them before pulling them on, and how to slide the garters on. I was surprised to find how nice, if sissified, they felt on my smooth, lotioned legs. One of the garters came loose as I straightened up. I rehooked it, only to have it come undone again.

"Here, let me do it! You will have to do better than this! It will take you forever to get dressed. You made fun of us for taking too long. Now you see what we have to do to get dressed." Robyn scolded.

She fastened the garter as I again marveled at the silky constriction of the nylons on my legs, and blushed.

She pulled the cool, white, nylon slip over my head next, and the silky nylon over my smooth nyloned legs sent delightful ripples through me. It felt so nice! No wonder girls liked wearing nylons! I turned red at my feelings of pleasure and embarrassment in the sissy girl things.

I looked down at myself in the smooth, cool, lacy, nylon slip with the pink rosette and ribbon bow. It was so daintily girlish! And I was so embarrassed at finding pleasure in it!

There was some discussion as Robyn sat me at the vanity to put make up on me. I was to be made up with mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, lipstick, blusher, the works!

I sat quietly, marveling at the pleasing sensation of the nylons and slip against my legs. I looked down at my frilly, ribboned chest, and my lace trimmed lap with the lacy garter belt and ribboned garters showing through the thin nylon! It was such an awfully feminine sight! I nervously slid the slip over my lap, enjoying the sensation, while Robyn applied the sissy stuff to my face. I glanced at my reflection in the vanity mirror. I wasn't sure if it was my embarrassment in the girl clothes, or that I found there was an aspect about them that I liked that made my face blush so scarlet!

All three of my sisters helped pull my dress on. The taffeta skirt felt just as nice as the silky slip against my nyloned legs. I squirmed and blushed.

The wig was pulled on me, and a pink ribbon tied in it. Robyn picked up a wider pink satin ribbon, and proceeded to tie it around my neck. I was to wear a pink ribbon in my hair and around my neck!

They stood around me and marveled. I looked as pretty as any of them!

"Oh my! Julie gasped. "She's very pretty! She's ... she's ... so pretty!"

Julie peered into the mirror, her face next to mine. My face was beet red.

"That's not fair!" Marissa griped. "You won't allow me to wear make up and you make her up all pretty!"

"You wear lipstick!" Robyn told her.

"Big deal! This isn't fair!" Marissa pouted.

"Ok Muffin, but just for today. You aren't to go outside with all this make up on." Robyn instructed.

She and Julie began making Marissa up, and Marissa was all aglow. When they were finished, Marissa and I both looked like older teenage girls. Julie took more pictures, to the delight of Marissa.

"Here Prissy", Robyn called. "You want to smell as pretty as you look, now, don't you?"

She held out a small bottle of perfume. I took it, and squirted my own neck and wrist.

My sisters had occasionally teased me by chasing me with their smelly perfume. I didn't want to smell like a sissy girl! Now, I had to spray myself.

We all went down to breakfast. I had to help. Marissa tied a frilly apron around my waist. It was going to be a very long day.

After breakfast, Marissa and I went upstairs so she could look at herself in the mirrors. She was relishing wearing all the make up, feeling so grown up. I had to help her try on different dresses and outfits. She sat at the vanity and freshened her new make up, while I brushed her hair. I struggled with my enforced femininity. I had to act like I liked this girlie stuff! Julie came in as I was telling Marissa how pretty she and her dress was. Julie shook her head in disbelief.

"How are you girls doing? Don't you just love your new, pretty little sister, Marissa? Isn't she just the prettiest, sweetest little girl?"

I wanted to scream! Instead, I found myself on the verge of tears.

Marissa beamed.

"Yes, I love her. I want her to be my bestest little sister always."

Julie couldn't help but glow a little at Marissa's exhuberance.

Marissa had to keep checking her make up. Consequently, we both spent a lot of time looking at ourselves in our compact mirrors, freshening our lipstick and powdering our noses. This was met with smiles and giggles from Robyn and Julie.

I helped with lunch, and for about the fourth time this morning, Marissa and I spent several minutes fussing with our make up.

That afternoon Marissa and I played one of her sissy girl board games. Julie and Robyn stopped to watch us ocassionally, and seemed to take pleasure that I was occupying Marissa, and she was enjoying her new sister so much. I could tell what they were thinking. It would be great for them if they could keep me in dresses and be a permanent playmate for their sweet, loving, but pesky younger sister. I was trying my best not to give them an excuse to do this to me ever again, even if I had to act like a yucky girl for two days. Julie joined us later, and she wanted to play the sissy board game with me ... er ...us.

Julie was getting a thrill out of this. She told Marissa how nice she looked in make up, and then offered her tips, which lead to both of us touching up our make up. Julie was devlish, and loved watching me putting on lipstick and powder! I hated it.

Julie went out with her girl friends after dinner, and she hadn't come home when Robyn's date arrived. Marissa and I were in the living room. I jumped a little when the door bell rang, but then Robyn's date had never seen me, and I certainly passed as a girl, so I didn't bother to hide. He only looked at us long enough to say hello before they started out the door.

"Be good girls now! Julie should be home soon, and I'll be home--well, probably late, so Marissa, take care of Prissy. Make sure she's properly attired and into bed by eleven. Good night sweeties."

Julie and Marissa helped remove my make up, and dressed me for bed.

I awoke to the smell of a flowery girl--me! And I had to take another bubble bath. Robyn cautioned me to be sure to use plenty of lotion and powder. She laid out the lacy girl's lingerie for me, and I could hear their giggles as I meekly dressed myself in the sissy underwear.

They picked out a yellow, floral print dress. It had a white, lace trimmed "V" shaped bib, embroidered in front with a multicolored floral basket with flowers and a pink satin ribbon bow sewn on the basket. The full skirt had a thin, wispy overskirt, and a wide, yellow ribbon sash that tied in back. They were making me wear the frilliest girl clothes, and I felt so icky and sick inside.

I had loved to tease Marissa by untieing her sashes in back, and now she eagerly tied mine in a pretty bow for me.

I was overwhelmed by emotions. I was embarrassed and ashamed down to my toes at how I was dressed, but also at the strange pleasure from the silky clothing, and their praise over their new, pretty sister. I knew they weren't just teasing, I did make a pretty girl. I was aghast at how pretty they made me look, and at finding pleasure from the frilly clothes. I was a boy! It was even more frustrating that I couldn't express anything negative about my frilly captivity. It was all so overwhelming, and I couldn't wait until it was over.

Robyn had me put on a pair of white gloves, and handed me a small, white purse. She looked me over, and then went to the dresser. She came back with a wide yellow satin ribbon, and told me to tie it around my neck. I looked at the mischievous glee in Robyn's eyes as I took it and pulled it around my neck. Robyn was making me do this! Boys hated sissy ribbons and bows. My fingers fumbled with the ribbon. Robyn made a face as she tied a perfect bow.

"There, aren't you pretty?" She prompted as she faced me toward the mirror with her hands on my shoulders.

I could only look at her and nod imperceptibly.

Robyn scowled.

"Yes, I look very pretty.... I'm a ... pretty ... girl." I stammered.

Robyn smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Yes you are, princess. Yes, you are. Now, fix your lipstick."

Marissa's girl friends called Sunday afternoon, wanting her to come over to play. I heard her tell them she was going to stay home with her sisters.

I had to try on several dresses and skirts and blouses for my sisters, and modeled them, and strangely, I didn't really mind doing it. They seemed to get a thrill out of it, squealing, giggling, and carrying on as girls do. It came to a stop when Robyn had me set the dinner table.

It was late that evening before Robyn permitted me to remove the clothes, make up, and polish. She removed the make up, and then showed me how to remove the nail polish. I still had to sleep in a nighty.

"I don't have to do this again, do I?" I asked, as Robyn tucked me in.

Robyn looked at me for a moment, and I held my breath.

"No, I have to admit you've been very good. I'm amazed. I'm astounded! I never thought you could behave so well! You make such a sweet girl! Are you sure you wouldn't like to wear a dress for us once in a while?"

"Robyn! No!" I protested.

"Ok, I just thought I'd ask. No, you don't have to do this again, as long as you behave. It's too bad, though."

I was going to sleep wearing a girl's nightie, but felt relieved as I drifted off.


TO BE CONTINUED

Don't forget to choose the man who makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Monday morning I went to school with a mangled male ego, but happy that my heroic efforts had kept my nightmare to one weekend. It hadn't been easy.

I avoided my sisters whenever possible that week, especially Marissa. She gave me impish looks that chilled me to the bone.

I played, carefree, on the way home from school Friday. I was back on top of the world! School would be out next Tuesday, and a whole summer of freedom awaited!

Robyn jumped me when I walked in the door.

"Brian! Were you playing with Tommy yesterday over around Mrs. Kalwski's house?"

"Uh,yes", I answered meekly.

"You were shooting his BB gun, weren't you?"

"Uh ... I ... uh ... yes", I gulped.

"Well, Mrs. Kalowski called today to tell me she has a hole in one of her windows! You know you aren't allowed to play with BB guns, don't you? Well, Prissy, you've just bought yourself two more weeks! Now get upstairs! Your bath is getting cold, and so is your supper."

"You mean I have to wear a dress--again?"

"That's exactly what I mean!" Robyn responded.

"Nooo! I won't! I can't! I won't do it! I'm not a girl! You said I didn't have to do it again!" I screamed.

"I said if you behaved! Now, you better get upstairs, while you still have some summer left." She threatened.

"No! I'm not! I won't!" I protested.

Robyn grabbed me by the upper arm, and ear! She pulled me upstairs, as I kicked and screamed! I wasn't going to do that again!

"Julie!" Robyn yelled. "Come help!"

It took the two of them to get my clothes off, and toss me into the tub.

"Now, you are going to be squeaky clean before you get out! There's lotion and powder. You know what to do with them, and then put on your underthings. We'll be back to help you pick out a dress."

I sat in the tub, bawling! This wasn't fair! I had compromised my principles, my male integrity--for what? I couldn't do it again!

I was still sitting in the now cooling water, sobbing, when Robyn and Julie returned.

"You better be nice and clean, and it's time you get your little tush out of there and get dressed!" Robyn demanded.

I looked at her through teary, rage filled eyes.

"You better start cooperating. You have no other clothes. I've locked everything away."

"I won't! I'll stay here all summer if I have to!" I hissed.

"No, I don't think so. But if you don't start doing as you're told, we'll have to dress you in the prettiest dress and ribbons, and take you over to the playground, and let you walk home! We'll see what your friends think of you as a sissy girl!"

I screamed, and kicked and splashed the water! I'd rather die!

"You have ten minutes to get lotioned, powdered, and into your underwear."

I sat in terror for several minutes after they left. What could I do?

Discretion ruled, and I dried, lotioned, and powdered myself before slipping into the sissy underthings.

Robyn and Julie showed up, ready to carry out their threat, and they smiled at my aqcuiescence. They finished hooking the bra, and then Robyn held up the nylon, lace trimmed full slip. I shuddered as they pulled it over my head.

"You are now going to wear dresses for three weeks, and you will be a sweet, courteous little girl, or you will find yourself in a dress all summer! Are we clear?"

I felt the blood drain from my face. I nodded, but wanted to scream curses at Robyn.

They lead me to the bedroom, where they put me in a frilly, pink dress, wig, lipstick, ankle socks with ruffled lace around the tops, and the black Mary Janes. They giggled and cooed over me and the frilly clothes they were putting me in

Robyn held out a pink ribbon.

"Tie this around your neck in a pretty bow. You look so precious in ribbons."

My skin crawled as I tied the satin bow. Robyn straightened it a little, setting it off to one side, then behind my neck, and off to one side again. She smiled, satisfied.

I was escorted downstairs and they helped seat me at the dinner table. I sulked, and refused to eat. I wasn't going to cooperate again!

"Well, I didn't realize our baby sister was too little to feed herself. It looks like we made a mistake!" Robyn hissed, sarcastically.

Robyn leaned over to whisper to Julie, and then Robyn went upstairs, while Julie left the house.

It was a couple of minutes later when Robyn called me to the living room.

They began undressing me as soon as I appeared, and I found myself naked.

I tried hiding myself from Marissa.

Robyn had me lie on the floor. She slipped a tea towel under me, and pinned it like a diaper! I protested, but one look at Robyn and I fell silent.

I suddenly had a flash of the time they put me in baby clothes once before. I was six, and mom had gone out of town for a few days. I was teasing Marissa, calling her a baby, when Robyn intervened. She turned the tables, and started calling me a baby, and I threw a tantrum. Then Robyn and Julie tried putting me in a baby doll dress, but I grabbed at the things, and wouldn't let go. Robyn showed up with two pair of pink panties. They forced my hands into fists, and slipped the panties over them, securing the panties at my wrists with pink ribbons. Unable to open my hands, they easily put me in a diaper a short pink dress, and a ribboned bonnet. They made me lie in bed with a doll for the better part of two days! It was so frustrating with my hands rendered useless with pink ribbons at my wrists. I complained to mom when she returned, but she said I probably deserved it. It was weeks before I teased any of my sisters again.

Robyn now pulled on pink, balloon type bottoms of baby doll pajamas, with the baby like ruffles across the seat, followed by the top. She tied a large pink ribbon in the wig, and gave me a doll to hold. I was in shock, and fearful of the trouble I was in.

Julie returned, and Robyn joined her in the kitchen.

Robyn held a baby bottle full of milk when she came back in, and a bib. Robyn tied the bib around my neck.

"Ok Prissy, time for your bottle. Be a good baby now, and take your bottle."

I turned my head in humiliated disgust, and I suddenly hated hearing that name "Prissy"!

"You take your bottle, or you'll take it to bed and not get up until it's gone!"

Damn Robyn! I was whipped! I either did as she told me, or I'd spend the next two days in bed. Knowing Robyn, I'd probably have to use the diaper before she'd let me up.

With tears flowing down my cheeks, I let her slide the nipple into my mouth. I began suckling, as she held it.

"There, that's a good baby girl. See, we didn't realize you weren't big enough for grown up food. Now, drink it all up. Marissa, why don't you hold the bottle and feed you baby sister."

Marissa was elated to, and cooed and talked to me like a baby.

There was a flash! I bawled when I realized Julie had taken a picture of me like this! They just giggled, and let me cry. They took turns coming over to coo and try to soothe me like a real baby. I hated it!

It was a while before I was calmed enough for them to gently talk me into finishing the bottle. It was either that, or finish it upstairs, in bed.

After I had drank the milk, Julie came in with two jars of baby food, and Marissa was enlisted to feed me--how totally embarrassing!

Robyn's plan was working to perfection. I felt like such a complete sissy! I didn't know how to fight her. If I refused to cooperate, even refusing to eat....

Well , the consequences were dire! Here I was in a diaper, and I wanted to scream! Instead, I ended up crying--and that was no help!

I was put to bed early with a doll. I cried. My spirit had been broken. I thought I had gotten away with a small victory last week despite it's high cost, but now, now there was only weakness and despair.

The next morning, Robyn came in to wake us.

"Well, what are we this morning? A baby, a little girl, ... or a pretty, young lady? She questioned.

"I ... uh ... I'm a ..."

"Yes, what's it going to be?" Robyn prodded.

"I'm ... a ... young lady." I answered.

The words made me want to throw up!

"Very well, let's see! You may pick out what you want to wear, and dress yourself. I expect you will be looking your neatest and prettiest."

How had I gotten sucked into this? This was a nightmare! Despite my resolve, I was going to have to cooperate. I picked out the undergarments, and headed for the bathroom. I heard my sisters giggling as I left. I walked past my locked room, and looked longingly at the door.

When I returned to the bedroom, I was dressed in a white, lacy full slip, garter belt, stockings, training bra, and pink and white lace trimmed panties. Robyn and Julie seemed a bit startled, and giggled nervously. Marissa beamed from ear to ear, her little playmate had returned. I walked over to the closet.

"What dress should I wear?" I asked, meekly.

They were all smiling. Several choices were profered from each of my sisters, before a lace trimmed white blouse, and a floral print skirt was decided on.

I heard Julie comment. "She's wearing nylons."

"Hmmm ... nylons, ... you like wearing them, don't you?" Robyn queried.

I hung my head and nodded.

Robyn and Julie laughed.

I did kind of like the feel of them, but I wore them because I had told Robyn I was a, gulp, young lady. I had learned my lesson. I wasn't going to cross her.

"We'll make you a girl yet!" Robyn giggled.

I turned to leave when Robyn cleared her throat. She pointed to her neck, and I knew what I was supposed to do. I picked up a pink ribbon, and Robyn shook her head. I picked up a white one then, and began tieing it around my neck.

Needless to say, I was on good, girlish behavior the entire day.

My skirt was a little shorter than the dress I had worn, and straight. I quickly discovered I had to be careful when I sat, to keep from revealing my nylon tops.

Robyn smiled approvingly as I sat very lady like, tugging at my hem, and sitting with my hands folded over my knees, like I had seen girls do. What is there about the darker nylon tops that seemed so embarrassingly feminine?

After we had all changed into nighties, my sisters covered their faces with sisters rediculous appearance. Robyn called me over, and covered my face with the gooey stuff! Julie howled! We all went downstairs looking silly!

Sunday morning I was taking my bubble bath, wondering how much of this I was going to be able to endure, when Robyn came in. She went over and picked up the panties I had just taken off.

"These go in the laundry! You still have some boyish bad habits."

I watched as her face suddenly turned purple!

"Look! Just look at what you did to your pretty panties!" She roared. "Pretty girls keep themselves clean, and don't smudge their pretty panties with such disgusting filth! Well, we'll see about keeping you clean and fresh!"

She grabbed something from the cupboard over the sink, and began filling it with water and soap. She came toward me, as she attached a nozzle to the inflated balloon.

"What ...what are you going to do?" I fearfully asked.

"You, my dear, are going to douche!"

Before I could ask her what that was, her face suddenly lit up.

"And you will wear one of these!" She said, as she strode over and pulled a box from the cabinet.

I went white when I saw the familiar word on the blue box with the rose on it, Kotex! I wasn't all too sure what it was exactly, but boys knew the word, and it wasn't for us!

"This is what girls have to wear to keep their panties clean."

I went into histerics. I pounded at the water, and screamed bloody murder. Robyn responded by slapping me, hard across the face. I was stunned, and my cheek was suddenly ablaze.

"You don't know how much I used to hate doing the laundry and finding your disgusting underwear! Well, you will be keeping your panties clean from now on! Now, out of the tub, and bend over."

I felt the thing push into me. I cried. I didn't know what was happening. I felt the warm sudsy water fill me.

"Robyn ...don't..." I sobbed.

"It's not going to hurt, well, maybe your pride a little."

I heard the gush of soap suds, and then Robyn had me sit on the toilet.

"Wipe yourself real good!"

"Oh Marissa!" Robyn called.

I turned to look at Robyn pleadingly. It was bad enough. I didn't want anyone else seeing me degraded.

"No", I whined.

"You barged in on Marissa as she was putting hers on. Turn-about is only fair."

I had no idea that was what she was doing the other day.

Marissa came in as Robyn slipped something thin and elastic around my waist.

She pulled a long white pad from the blue box, and my heart raced with anxiety.

"Your little sister messed her panties, so we're helping her out. I thought you'd like to help."

I looked back over my shoulder at Marissa blushing, but she wasn't as crimson as me.

"Come on, she's your sister now. I thought you'd like to help."

Robyn pushed the white rectangle between my legs.

"Fasten it through the loop, Marissa. I'll attach this side."

Robyn slipped the half slip over my maleness, and then slipped the long end of the thing through the metal loop. I was in tears, and apprehensive, as I felt the other end slide into my crack when Robyn tightened it, and pulled up on the belt.

I heard Marissa giggle as Robyn pulled a fresh pair of silky panties up my legs.

"There, now you are even. You've both seen each other in your periods."

I was devastated, and meekly followed them into the bedroom, where they finished dressing me.

I sat at the vanity in a pink and white dress, as Robyn adjusted the wig, and smoothed lipstick on my lips. I had never felt so low. The thing between my legs was uncomfortable, like a wedgie! Every time I shifted, I could feel it push further up my bottom. Did girls really have to wear these?

"Come on, it's not all that bad now." Robyn said, as she held my chin, trying to make eye contact. "Cheer up! Your not doing anything us girls haven't had to put up with. Now, go play with your sister."

Robyn stopped me as I was leaving.

"Wait!"

She tied a small pink scarf around my neck, and then straightened the bow of the dress in back. She fluffed and fussed with my dress, and patted my behind.

"There you go, Princess."

I left with Marissa. At the bottom of the stairs, we met Julie. Marissa couldn't wait to tell her the news.

"Prissy is having her period." She announced, happily.

Julie was incredulous.

"Oh Marissa, don't be silly! You and your little girl fantasies."

"Just ask Robyn if you don't believe me. She'll tell you!"

Julie bounded up the stairs as we headed for the living room.

Julie joined us about ten minutes later. She had a wide grin as she came over to me as I sat on the couch. She threw her arms around me.

"Congratulations Prissy, it's your first period!" She sang.

I looked at her, nearly in tears.

"She looks awfully piqued, Marissa. Why don't you get her some 'Midol'?"

"Is Prissy feeling out of sorts? You're not cramping, are you?" Julie giggled.

Marissa ran upstairs.

"I wish I had been there! Come on, stand up! I gotta see this!"

She hiked my dress up, and pulled out my waist bands of my brief and panties in back. She gasped, and then giggled. She reached in and pulled up on the belt.

"Hey!" I cried.

"Oh, this is such fitting justice!" Julie laughed. "Our pretty little sissy sister is wearing Kotex!"

I wriggled, having had the end pulled deeper into my bottom. Julie pulled my dress down again, and laughed. She turned me around to face her.

"Don't look so glum. And fix your lipstick, Prissy. You better be especially good! Oh, I'd love to tell some of my friends about this! My new sister's having her first period!"

Julie was beside herself with glee.

Marissa came back with two white tablets. Julie handed them to me, and told me to swallow them.

Breakfast was a little late. Robyn didn't make me help, and didn't even ask. I just played with my food while they ate. Julie looked over at me often, smiling and giggling.

Marissa took me by the hand back to the living room to play, but I just sat, and sulked. She was getting upset that I wasn't participating by the time Robyn called us to lunch. I still had no appetite.

I was still in no mood to play after lunch.

"What's the matter, Prissy? Is it your period?" Marissa asked in a sympathetic, concerned voice.

Poor Marissa, she could be such a dummie at times, just like a six year old. I wanted to scream at her. I'm not a girl! But I just looked at her with tears in my eyes.

Marissa tried to comfort me, but all it did was to make me feel worse. I just started sobbing. Marissa ran to Robyn.

"Come on Prissy, it's not all that bad. If you would accept being a girl, you will feel much better. It's only when you are bad, or fight us, that we have to treat you harshly. You make a sweet girl. I know you would like it if you gave it a chance. We all think you make a very pretty girl. Julie's even jealous you may be prettier than her. Come on now, and snap out of it, and play with your sister. Marissa just adores you, don't you Marissa?"

I didn't know why, but I stopped crying, and I did feel better.

They took me upstairs, wiped my face, and added a little make up. Robyn smiled, got up, and then returned with stockings and a garter belt.

"Here, you like wearing them. I can tell. Now, lift your dress, while I fix your garter belt for you."

I tried to deny her assertion, but her knowing smile stopped me before I could speak.

I felt disgusted that I found anything about girl things likeable.

She held out the nylons, and I took them. I couldn't help myself enjoy their silky feel as I pulled them on, and I felt like such a sissy as I attached them to the ribbon covered garters. When I finished, I held the dress up for a second, and looked down at the pink ribbons dangling over the brown tops. A wave of embarrassment and shame filled me at the completely feminine sight, knowing how I liked how they felt.

Marissa took my hand as we went downstairs to play.

It was about an hour later that I had to go to the bathroom, and I was a little panicked. How do I manage all the layers? I stood in front of the toilet and pulled up my dress, then my slip. Now what? I held the hems under my chin as I unhooked the garter belt, pulled the brief and panties down, pushed the belt and pad to my thighs, and sat. I looked at the white pad and the thing that held it. It was something of a mystery. I noticed, however, that it was still perfectly white, even after where it had been. Robyn had done a good cleansing job. I didn't know why girls were so particular about keeping their clothes so clean, even their underwear. I was nervous about keeping my slip and dress bunched up. I didn't dare get them soiled. Robyn would flip! I wiped good, and then pulled everything back in place. How do girls put up with this all the time? This was not easy! I finally got things arranged again, and snugged my nylons up before letting my slip and dress fall into place. I smoothed them, and made sure the hems were even. I had no idea girls had to go through such an ordeal to pee!

Marissa gave me a look, like where had I been, when I returned.

Marissa unbuttoned my dress in back for me as we readied for bed. It was a bit of a start to see the frilly, lace and ribboned underwear in plain view after being concealed. I turned red with renewed embarrassment.

Robyn took me into the bath, and gave me another pad from the box.

"You mean I have to wear one to bed?"

"Yes, a fresh one. Girls usually have to wear them, or a tampon, for several days. You are getting a rare opportunity. Boys generally don't have any idea what us girls have to endure."

I didn't know what a tampon was, or wanted to know.

I saw how the metal things held the ends. I placed one end in the back, and then pulled it up and placed the other end through the metal loop in front. I felt it slide into my backside as I tightened it. I shook my head. Girls don't have it so easy. No wonder they took so long in the bathroom! Robyn instructed me to wrap the used pad in toilet paper and throw it in the trash.

Julie was wearing pink baby dolls similar to what I wore when I returned to the bedroom. But Julie's top jutted out prominently. She bounced as she readied for bed. She looked over at me as I leaned over to pull my covers down.

"Still wearing Kotex, I see. Aren't periods fun?" She laughed.

I was crimson.

"I love this! You better be on your very best behavior, Prissy, or Robyn will have you wearing Tampax next."

She was roaring with laughter as she slid into bed.

I walked around like a zombie on Monday. I should be light hearted and giddy at the end of the school year, but I was confused and uncertain of my future, and disgusted at myself. I was ashamed of what I allowed, and afraid of what was in store for me as vacation was about to begin.

My toes were still a bright pink under my socks and shoes.

When I got home from school, my room was in complete disarray.

"Yes", Robyn announced. "We're making some changes. You'll be sleeping in the girl's bedroom, and Julie is taking your room. You'll have to wear a nightie tonight."

I went, dejectedly, outside, and sat on the porch. Marissa came up the walk just then.

"Hi Prissy!" She giggled.

"Don't call me that!" I exploded.

I pushed her, and she fell. She stood, brushed her dress off, and ran inside.

I was suddenly apprehensive. Robyn was going to be mad. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Robyn called me inside. I had tears in my eyes all ready in anticipation of my punishment.

"Get upstairs! You can just wash and put on a pretty dress right now, Prissy! You might as well get used to it. You are going to wear dresses now for the whole summer!"

"No!" I screamed.

"Yes, so there's no use screaming and shouting about it. You are going to be a well behaved little girl just as soon as you get home from school tomorrow."

"No Robyn, please, not the whole summer. I can't! Noooo, please!"

"Yes, you are going to be well behaved, sweet, meticulously clean, and polite. You will be our pretty little sister this summer."

"No! I won't! I can't!" I cried.

She pulled me into the living room, where she pulled out a tape recorder. She turned it on. It was me and Marissa that first day, and I was talking like a girl, playing with her dolls.

"How would you like your friends and everyone to know how much you like to pretend to be a girl? And we have some very pretty pictures to go along with this. And if that is not enough, we can still dress you and take you to the playground."

I went white! I fell very still and silent.

"Now, go upstairs and put on a pretty dress, and you can help me get dinner ready."

Robyn hugged me and kissed my cheek when I came down.

Julie showed up a short time later, and she embraced me and kissed me too.

"Thank you! Thanks for being such a rotten boy, and such a pretty girl! I have my very own room! I've always wanted my own room, and you have Marissa! You and Marissa make such great roomies!"

"Julie!" Robyn scolded.

"I can't help it! I feel great! I have my own room, and a new, pretty, little sister!"

Julie hugged and kissed me again.

"And we'll never have to contend with the toilet seat up again!" She squealed.

"Yes Prissy, you are to sit, just like the rest of your sisters." Robyn added.

My friends were puzzled by my look of silent dejection as we left the school building for summer vacation.

Knowing I would be in a dress soon, I entered our front door less than enthusiastically. Robyn followed me upstairs, pointing out the clothes I was to put on, after I took a bath. I felt very low. Robyn tried to get me to smile--fat chance!

"Come on, you might as well cheer up and accept it. Be a good little girl, and, maybe, if you're especially sweet and good, I'll let you have some of your boy clothes and things for the last weeks of vacation."

I ate lunch in a white blouse with an embroidered, lace trimmed collar, and a dark, pleaded skirt. I looked down to see the bra and slip straps showing through the blouse, as well as some lace. I had seen my sisters wear things like this, as well as other girls, but there was something especially unnerving about seeing myself dressed this way. This struck me as worse than a frilly, pink, but opaque dress.

I looked into my room later that afternoon. My stuff was gone! Julie was arranging her things.

"Where's all my things?" I cried.

"Your clothes and things are safely tucked away." Robyn responded.

"Well, can't I have some of my things to play with?"

Robyn looked startled.

"You are a sweet girl for the time being. You can play with dolls and tea sets. You have no need for boy things!" She stated calmly.

"Tomorrow we will take you shopping. You are going to need some clothes and things. And tonight you and your sisters are coming to my graduation. You're going to wear your organza dress. You look especially sweet and precious in that dress." Robyn cooed.

"Wha--what!! No ... I can't! I can't go out like that!" I screamed.

"And why not? You look adorable in that dress. No one will know."

"No, Robyn ..." I cried, tears runing down my cheeks.

"Oh honey, it's all right. You'll see. Everyone will tell you what a pretty girl you are. All my friends will be down on the floor, and you, Marissa, and Julie will be up in the audience. They won't see you."

I trembled, and was filled with anxiety the rest of the day. I was to go out in public, in a frilly dress! I searched for ways to apologize, and plead for forgiveness and mercy, for whatever I did to deserve this! I couldn't do this! I made up speeches to give to Robyn, but when I faced her, I choked. There was no escape for me!

We hurriedly put the dishes in the sink after dinner, and I followed my sisters upstairs to get ready. They were soon running around in their slips, fussing with clothes and make up. They stopped occassionally to prod me out of my blouse and skirt and into the organza dress. They seemed much more relaxed and unabashed in their underwear than before. It was like I WAS their sister, and I was a part of their feminine dressing ritual that I had laughed and teased them about so many times. I was pushed along, with Julie tieing a yellow ribbon in my hair, and Robyn handing me a purse, and we filed downstairs and piled into the car. The fresh, dress sheer nylons I wore were little consolation as I sat trembling in the back seat.

It was windy in the parking lot, and Julie produced a silky, pink and white scarf to tie over my head, securing it under my chin. We all had trouble keeping our skirts from flying. It was a new experience for me. The breezes, and my dress, felt heavenly laping at my silky legs, but it made me feel vulnerable. Near the school, a gust caught my skirt and lifted it high in front. Some boys got a good look at my frilly, delicately laced and embroidered slip, as well as my gartered nylons. They cheered. Julie and Robyn smiled at my embarrassment, and half jokingly chastised me about holding my skirt down more carefully. Marissa was busy helping me push my dress down and hold it.

We said goodbye to Robyn as she went to put on her gown and join her friends.

We found our seats, and I looked around to see whether I knew anyone. I didn't recognise anyone, and felt relieved. I wanted to leave the scarf on for extra concealment, but Marissa untied it, slid it off, and handed it back to me. The silky nylon whispered as it slid over my ear.

I heard the lady next to us remark to her friend what pretty girls we were. She then turned to me.

"Oh honey, I love your dress! You look so pretty!"

I thanked her, and blushed profusely with embarrassment.

"Are these your sisters? You are all so pretty! Where's your mother? She must be awfully proud."

I informed her our mother was gone, and she extended the proper condolences.

It was clear I wasn't going to be mistaken for anything other than a girl.

We watched Robyn receive her diploma, and then sat through the speeches, and remained seated as everyone started leaving. We would wait for Robyn. A friend of Mom's saw us and came over. I was beside myself.

"Hello dears, how are you getting along? Your sister looked so nice, and you two look as pretty as ever. What pretty dresses! And who is this?"

"Oh, Mrs. Wood, this is our cousin, Prissy. She's going to be staying with us for a while. Prissy, this is Mrs. Wood, a friend of Mom's." Julie said.

I was sweating nervously, and curtsied.

"Nice to meet you." I managed to get out.

"Aren't you the pretty one! And such a pretty dress. It's nice meeting you, Prissy, and such lovely manners. What nice girls you all are. And where's your little brother? Didn't he come? Surely he came to see his sister graduate."

"No, I'm afraid not. He hasn't been behaving well. Robyn is thinking maybe we should send him to boarding or military school. We just don't know what to do with him." Julie sighed, believably.

Marissa giggled, and Julie gave her a kick.

"Yes, little boys can be a handful, especially with no mother or father. It must be difficult." Mrs. Wood heaved a sigh. "It's too bad he couldn't have been another girl. You three are so sweet and pretty. Your big sister has taken on such responsibilities for one so young. It would have made it a little easier. Well, take care, it's so good to see you girls are looking so nice."

We all called out thank you as she left.

Robyn showed up to take us home. She was anxious to get us home quickly so she could join her friends.

Robyn slept in the next day. She had come home rather late. Julie fixed breakfast. It was nearly lunch time before Robyn came down.

"Who's all going shopping with us this afternoon? Robyn asked.

"ME!" Marissa shouted.

"I wouldn't miss this!" Julie chimed. "Count me in."

The dishes were quickly cleared, and we went upstairs to freshen up to go. All three of my sisters wore shorts and tee shirts, while I was stuck in a blouse and skirt, with nylons. Marissa wanted to change to a skirt when she realized what I was wearing, but Robyn discouraged her.

We went twenty miles to the next town. We pulled in front of a women's store, and I felt a little ill. I was going to wear this stuff for the next couple of months!

Robyn led us right to the lingerie section.

"She's going to need underwear--panties, bras, a couple of slips, and one or two tight girdles."

She picked out four bras, size thirty two double "A", and then two firm control panty girdles, X small, with lace edged legs and ribbon bows at the top.

I had to try the bras on. We went to the girl's changing room. My heart beat faster as we entered. There were a couple of young girls there, and I glanced through a slit in the curtain at a teen adjusting a swimsuit top. I saw her smallish breasts, and my pulse raced. I had only glimpsed Robyn's before, when Marissa had opened the bathroom door too quickly.

The bras I tried on had only the slightest cups, but still wrinkled over my flat chest. Robyn took out tissues, and placed one in each cup. I was paraded into the common hallway for anyone, well just females, to see. The girl was checking out her bathing suit there, and we smiled at each other.

Only the prettiest panties would do, and we looked at dozens of slips before they selected two half slips, and one beautiful full slip. It was porcelain white, and lavished in lace. It was so silky! It felt buttery smooth. The skirt had lace appliqued butterflies and flowers with a ribbon bow. The top had three inch, beautiful floral lace, with a satin bow between the cups. My sisters cooed over it. The bust was slightly darted, like my sister's slips.

"Prissy is going to look so pretty in this!" Robyn gushed. "My little princess."

Robyn then bought half a dozen pair of lace topped anklets and two pair of knee highs.

"Now Prissy, here's something I know you're just going to love. We'll pick out several pair of nylons for you, but they are for special ocassions. You can't be wearing nylons all the time, and being summer, I don't think you really want to."

Julie and Marissa joined in teasing me about my liking to wear nylons.

She bought nearly a dozen pair, six pair for Marissa and I, and six longer pair for her and Julie, and then we headed for dresses. It was three hours later, after trying on lots of dresses, skirts, and blouses that we made our last purchases and headed home. I now had my own girl's wardrobe.

We put my new lingerie in the dresser, and clothes in the closet, next to Marrisa's. There was plenty of room, now that Julie had moved out.

There was no escape, and nothing for me to do but see this through. With all my other clothes inaccessible, there was nothing but girl's things in the whole house. I didn't have much choice.

Sometimes at breakfast and/or lunch Robyn and Julie would look over at me and whisper and giggle. I wasn't sure what that was all about.

My new girdles were much tighter than the first one I wore, and securely held me in from my navel to my thighs. Their firm caress felt almost comforting to put on in the morning, but by lunch, and as the day wore on, they became more uncomfortable. By evening I was happy and relieved to remove it and get into a nightie.

Robyn announced we were going to have a family meeting Sunday morning.

"Someone has to take care of you, the house, and the bills, and to keep four girls in nylons, so I'm starting a job tomorrow. Julie has her job at the ice cream stand, and some baby sitting, so it's going to be up to you little princesses to help around the house. You'll have to keep things clean, do the dishes, the laundry, and help fix dinner through the week. Julie will help with dinner if she can, ...and I'm sorry Julie, but you'll have to mow the lawn now. Prissy's not to do that anymore. She will have more domestic chores, befitting our sweet baby sister. Marissa, you'll have to teach your sister to sew. You two will take over most of the ironing, sewing, and mending. If you have any questions or problems bring them to me. Now, any questions?"

We all looked at each other. Marissa seemed happy about the whole thing, and eager to be in charge of the house during the day.

"No? Good! One more thing. We are going to start going to church again. That means we will have to find a different church so Prissy can attend. I'll look for a suitable church we can try this Sunday, ok? Good!"

Robyn took Marissa and me to the laundry rooom and went over washing instructions, and how we were to dry and iron some things. Marissa and I were put to the task right then.

When it came to folding and seperating the things, we ran into some difficulty. There were clothes and lingerie for four girls! It was difficult to determine who's were who's. Bras weren't too difficult. Marissa was a thirty "A", Julie a thirty four "B", and Robyn and thirty six "B". But then all of us wore the same size five panties! It was rather embarrassing handling all the intimate things.

The following Saturday, after I had fussed daily about wearing the wig, (It was so hot and uncomfortable) Robyn decided my hair may be long enough to put in curls. She gave me a permanent. It was an uncomfortable, smelly process, but it was going to be better than wearing that wig all the time. My hair came out in tight curls.

"It's so short!" Julie giggled.

"Yes, but it will do. I think it's cute. No one is going to question she's a girl with a dress and hair ribbons." Robyn countered.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror upstairs that afternoon. I couldn't help myself, as I shed a few tears. I knew this was best, as I hated the wig, but this was me, my own hair, and I was a mass of curls, with a pink ribbon bow.

Sunday morning we all wore pretty dresses with nylons, and we headed off to church, just as Robyn had promised, and were accepted readily as four pretty sisters.

I wore a large lace and ribbon bow in my short curls, and my dress was ivory, with a light, multi-colored flower print. The underskirt, or self slip, was tissue taffeta with an overskirt of accordian pleaded chiffon. It had a white ribbon sash that Robyn had tied for me in back. It was very light, like wearing nothing.

Marissa and I fidgeted during the long service. Robyn scowled at us several times, as we whispered and searched our purses for entertainment. I was really beginng to feel like a ... sissy girl, not like the boy I had been at all. The clothes and the accompanying mannerisms and behavior it induced was having it's effect.

Outside, a group of boys called out to us. They soon surrounded Julie, as she was looking especially pretty, and most of the boys were her age. Marissa and I were encircled as well, while Robyn was kind of ignored. She was too old for these boys.

A little breeze came up, and lifted the chiffon of my dress. In the bright sunlight, I was shocked to see my garters and frilly underthings through the thin taffeta! I stood, embarrassed, holding onto my purse with both hands in front of me, keeping the chiffon in place. Marissa looked a bit embarrassed too, whether from the attention, or for me. I would wear a slip under this next time, I reasoned.

It was fifteen minutes later before Robyn pulled us away. Julie was glowing, and talked about a couple of boys as she climbed into the front seat.

Robyn chewed Marissa and me out about fidgeting during the sermon.

As I started my second week, I didn't have to wear such frilly dresses, but then the lacy underwear was still the same.

The following Sunday Robyn helped Marissa and I dress, and had us wear full crinolin petticoats under our dresses. They made our dresses very full, and we crinkled and swished as we walked. When we sat, the white froth of the lace edged petticoats spewed out from under the hem.

I saw Robyn wink at Julie.

Marissa and I filled the back seat of the car with our dresses.

Once we were seated in church, I realized what Robyn had done. Any movement on our part was quite noisy, and brought looks from those around us. As a result, Marissa and I sat quietly still, like two angels.

The boys were waiting for us again after church, and called to us by name. Julie was enjoying this, and Marissa too. I was nervous, standing there, surrounded, in the frilly dress and frothy petticoat.

The daily routine of skirts and dresses with a girdle and lacy nylon undies seemed unfair. My sisters got to relax in shorts. I wasn't allowed. Robyn said I was to stay in skirts.

Actually, as the summer wore on, I wasn't too uncomfortable, other than the girdle and fighting with straps. My sisters were still amused whenever I had to fix an errant strap. My gradual acceptance of the girl clothes came as a surprise, but then as long as I behaved like a girl for them I was free from teasing, and became much closer to my sisters. I was praised for looking pretty or for the slightest feminine mannerism. I even became accustomed to the feminine swishing of the silky dresses and petticoats. Sometimes I found myself "feeling pretty", a total girlish emotion that took me by surprise, and left me feeling strangely.

Once, I was standing in front of the mirror, running my fingers over the ribbon bow of my slip. Robyn came in and hugged me from behind.

"Yes, sweetie, you look very pretty in your lovely clothes, don't you? We love our pretty baby sister."

I found myself feeling good. How could this happen? I hated girls with their frilly ribbons and things.

My sisters and I were getting along surprisingly well, and things were running smoothly around the house. Julie adored having her own room, and Robyn was feeling a sense of pride at running the house, and bringing such harmony to it. I was occupying the lion's share of Marissa's time now, to the delight of Julie and Robyn. Marissa was usally content to stay around the house doing housework with her new sister, to the surprise of Robyn and Julie. Marissa was doing a responsible job, and not complaining. I was getting well practiced at brushing her hair, and frequently arranging and tieing ribbons in it for her, even braiding it on ocassion. I was the only one struggling in my new role.

Saturday afternoons we usually went out for ice cream, to a drive-in, shopping, a movie, or just a drive, ... and it wasn't unusual for us to run around, mostly upstairs, in just our lingerie on the weekends. Everything seemed more relaxed for my sisters, and they accepted me as one of them now.

Marissa and I did most of the grocery shopping, with a strict list from Robyn. That meant checking out with things like Kotex and Tampax in our cart!


TO BE CONTINUED

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It was mid August, and I had been a model little sister. I again asked Robyn if I could wear a shirt and pants. She had to agree I had been, so starting the third Monday of August, I was going to be a boy again, with certain conditions. I was to play outside. If I decided to come in, I was to wear a dress. Whenever I came in, I was to bathe and put on a dress or a nightie. In the house, I was to remain as Prissy.

Robyn helped me remove all traces of nail polish, and brushed my hair into a style more befitting of a boy Monday morning. My fingernails were still long, manicured, and definitely girlish, and my toenails were still pink.

"That can't be helped." Robyn stated. "We're not clipping your pretty nails, or cutting your hair. You will have to make do. Try and be careful not to chip or break them."

I checked how I looked. My hair was definitely longer than any boy's I would encounter, and still curly and kind of girlish looking. My hair seemed to have grown exceptionally fast the last two months. I would certainly have to have it cut before I returned to school. I ran outside, for the first time in what seemed an eternity, in pants. I was a boy again!

I found a couple of kids I knew, and for a short time it was fun, but then it wasn't like before, and they made wisecracks about my hair and appearance, and they hadn't even noticed my fingernails. I shrugged it off, but it continued to bother me. That afternoon their teasing got worse. I ran off, to the derogatory name "sissy". I stayed out until eight, when I went home to turn into a girl again. I jumped into a bubble bath, and didn't mind it. It was strange, but I didn't like the feel of dirt like before. I was also a little upset that I had broken a nail.

The next day I found three of my old friends, and they wondered where I had been. I told them I had been away. They noticed I looked differently as well. They seemed happy to see me though, and we played for quite a while, but then that afternoon Ray noticed my fingernails, and then they reassessed my appearance. They too started to tease me about looking like a girl. I sulked about this betrayal.Wednesday was a cool, rainy day. I ran out of the house, enthusiastically, but then I soon got bored, as no one was out to play.

After lunch, I went upstairs to take a bath and get into a dress. I played with Marissa. We baked chocolate chip cookies that afternoon. Robyn looked startled when she walked in.

"Well, Princess, I didn't think I'd see you. You look very sweet, honey." Robyn said as she embraced me.

She noticed my broken nail, as well as the damage I had done to several others. She shook her head and looked upset, but shrugged.

Thursday was cloudy and grey. I found some boys, but by lunch I wasn't having much fun. Once again I returned home to put on a dress. This time Marissa and I made lunch together.

Marissa was supposed to go over to her girlfriends that afternoon.

"Why don't you come with me? It'll be fun! You'll like my friends, and I know they'll like you. You can be my cousin."

I hemmed, but went with her, and this was where it got scary. I enjoyed playing with the girls. They were funny, sweet, and pleasant to me. They thought I was pretty. We had a great time just doing nothing, mostly.

Robyn was amazed when she came home.

"You like being a girl! You can't lie now! Look at you! You could be out playing with the other boys, but no! Here you are, all pretty and nice, a ribbon in your well brushed hair. Oh sweetie, I'm very pleased!"

I wanted to protest, but what was there to say. I wanted to go over to Marissa's friends again tomorrow. What was wrong with me?

Robyn attended to my nails, repairing them as best she could, including restoring the broken one, and then polishing them.

The next day Robyn helped me select my clothes and dress me. She smiled the whole time, with an ocassional giggle. She was pleased I had failed at reclaiming my boyhood. I was nervous. What was happening to me?

School would be starting in a couple of weeks, and I began worrying how I was going to get along with the other boys. I seemed to get along better with girls now. Everything seemed so odd....

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It was ten days later when I was washing up in the morning that I noticed something. My chest had felt a little strange lately, but I blamed it on having to wear a bra. And I seemed to be just a little ... pudgy. I had always been thin as a ghost, but my chest looked kind of "puffy". I called Robyn in to show her.

"Oh Julie, come look!" Robyn yelled as soon as she took a look.

"Oh sweetie!" Julie gasped.

I was baffled. They were both giggling and acting strangely.

"She's budding!" Robyn announced.

"I'm what?" I asked.

"Oh honey, you're budding. You're getting breasts. You're changing into a young woman." Robyn giggled.

"You're nuts! What are you talking about? I'm a boy."

"Not anymore you're not!" Shot Julie.

I looked over at Robyn who was glowing with laughter.

"Julie and I have been giving you something special in your milk and cereal to take the edge off youe stubborn male arrogance. I didn't think it would have such a stong effect! I think it's been part of the reason you've been such a love this summer, and why you prefer playing with girls now. You've turned into such a sweetie! You like pretty dresses and doing girlie things, now don't you?"

I was too shocked to speak.

Robyn and Julie looked at my chest and squealed and giggled.

"But ...I can't .... You mean I'm growing tits... like a girl?"

"Yes honey, but we prefer to call them breasts. You are going to be my real little princess now." Robyn cooed.

"And you won't be needing tissues any more. You aren't going to need them. You will have to wear a bra from now on, just like the rest of your sisters." Julie exclaimed.

"No! I can't ... I'm not a ... I'm a boy!"

"Oh come now. Just a short time ago you chose to wear girl clothes and play with other girls. You want to be a girl!"

"No... I..."

Tears began sliding down my cheeks.

"There, there .... You make a sweet girl. We love you so much better as our little sister, and I think you've been happier too. It's just your stupid male pride that holds you back. Julie and I have taken steps to correct that."

"But ...how .... How am I going to back to school?" I cried.

"Yes, well, I've all ready taken care of that. With an addition of just two letters I've enrolled you as a girl--Brianna Leslie Brock." Robyn announced.

"Oh that's pretty!" Julie chimed.

"But I can't .... You can't do this! The kids, they'll laugh and make fun."

"No, I've thought of that too. You barely passed the sixth grade, so I talked them into letting you repeat it. I explained it would be better if you went to a different school so you wouldn't feel so bad in front of the other kids. They agreed. You will be going to an entirely different school, and by the time you go to junior high school next year you'll be a year behind the other kids and have another year to grow into an even prettier girl with longer hair, and I'm sure, curvier body. They will never recognise you. I'm not sure they would now, except for the similarity of your name. And I expect you to bring home 'A's this time!"

I couldn't believe my ears!

"Well what about phys ed? Huh? What about that? Showers are going to be interesting!"

"I've thought of that too. Remember your heart murmur? The doctor said it was nothing to worry about, but I used it to get you excused."

I slumped in a chair. This was too much!

"There are some things we have to discuss." Robyn said, as she sat next to me.

She proceeded to tell me everything about girls ... and boys and girls. She left nothing out, although after living as a girl for three months there weren't many secrets.

"Pick a number from one to thirty." She said.

I looked at her askew, and shrugged. "Six"

"Very well, it is important we establish a period for you. The girls in your class will be starting their periods, if not all ready, and it may come out you are a year older. They will expect you to have yours. All of your sisters had theirs by the time we were your age. You will start your period around the sixth of every month. Not all girls are regular, but it will make things simpler for you. You will carry pads, .. er Kotex, with you for four or five days starting on the sixth. It's for your own good. Girls notice these things, and they may even discuss them with you, so you better be prepared to answer."

Robyn told me about them, the mess, the bloating, the cramps, the embarrassing surprises. The more she told me, the happier I was I wasn't going to have a real one.

It was several days later when Robyn escorted me to my first day of school as a girl. It was the sixth of September. She took me right to my classroom. Funny, but as a boy I would have been mortified having my big sister escorting me to school. As a girl, it wasn't a big deal.

I wore a pink and white print dress with a lace trimmed collar and hem, and a pink ribbon sash. It had ruffled lace around the short, gathered sleeves, with pink ribbon bows. I wore lace trimmed ankle socks, black Mary Janes, and two pink ribbon bows in my curly hair. Robyn had explained that girls didn't start wearing nylons until high school. Strawberry lip gloss with just the faintest hint of color, was all the make up I was allowed to wear.

I looked around at the other kids, and those that came in later. I didn't recognise anyone. Several of the girls wore a pretty dress for the first day of school. I seemed to fit in.

The teacher came in, smiling. She was in her middle twenties, and quite attractive.

"Good morning boys and girls. My name is Miss Sweet, and I'll be your teacher."

I had heard the salutation many times. It felt odd to think I was included in the "girls" now.

"When I call your name, I want you to take your desk, starting with the right front, in alphabetical order."

She soon came to me. "Brianna Brock"

"Here, Miss Sweet", I answered.

I curtsied, to the snickers and moans of most of the boys. I don't know what made me do it, ... nervous I guess. I realized right after I did it what the boys reaction would be.

"That's very sweet, Brianna. Brianna, that's a very pretty name."

I blushed, and took my seat. I squirmed a little on the hard wooden chair.

I had given much thought to how I should act. I concluded I would have to fit in as a girl. I made a funny looking boy now. It would be better if I acted as girlish and feminine as I now looked.

Freddie Cincione took the desk behind me, and it was just a minute later that I felt a tug at the back of my dress. He had untied the sash. I had done that to my share of girls. it was my turn now. I turned to give him a dirty look.

"Here Miss Sweet", he parroted. "What a sissy girl!"

I played girl's games with the girls at recess. I looked over at the boys playing ball. I'd never play with the boys again. Like it or not, I was a girl. It was fine. I was feeling alienated from boys now. I didn't want to be around them.

There were fifteen girls and thirteen boys. Only five of the girls wore bras, and only me and one other girl, Toni, had any noticeable blips.

I quickly found out about the girls, because I was placed in charge of monitoring the locker room by Mrs Gunther, the gym teacher. Robyn was right. It wasn't long before the conversations included our periods. Over half of the girls hadn't started yet, but that didn't mean they weren't curious, and those that had were looked up to.

It was a boy's fantasy come true, free to roam the girl's locker, but the reality was, there wasn't much to see. This was sixth grade, and most of the girls looked like abbreviated boys with their clothes off. My own puffy chest was more girlish than many of theirs, and there weren't many curves. I was more titallated with the girls in their frilly, delicate underwear, and thought they looked more feminine too.

My friends were all girls now, and I had many. Besides the girls in my class, there were Marissa's. Marissa and I had become close. I couldn't have imagined anything more bizarre, and Julie was just as amazed.

Julie seemed much more interested in Marissa and me now, and came over often to chat with us. She had been so anxious to get away from Marissa, but then I could never stand her before either. My life had taken such a twist. I wasn't unhappy, just confused most of the time. I couldn't imagine being a girl, or imagine going back to being a boy or how. Maybe it was the hormones, but there were things I used to hate about girls that I now enjoyed. Boys were such a nuisance, and such idiots!

I was getting along just fine living as a girl. I lived in an all girl household and liked having many girl friends.

One late Autumn day I was invited to my first slumber party. It was to be at Kristen's, Marissa's friend. I wanted to go, but I didn't think it was possible. I wasn't happy about it. Marissa was all excited about going. I didn't say anything to Marissa, but Robyn asked me what was wrong when Marissa was chatting to one of her friends on the phone about the party, and I looked down. I confided in Robyn.

"Oh Princess, you'd really like to go, wouldn't you?"

I nodded. Even as a boy I was jealous of girls having slumber parties. They sounded like so much fun. I hated it when my sisters had a slumber party and I had to stay in my room.

Robyn took me upstairs, and had me strip. She looked me over, and then pulled out the familiar sanitary belt and Kotex.

"Here, put your little twinkie between your legs, and put these on."

My male part went into hiding, as I nervously fitted myself with pad and belt.

"Oh yes! Julie! Marissa! Come up here!" Robyn called.

I turned red.

"Oh my dear sister!" Julie sighed. "Look at you!"

I put my hand over my puffy chest, and over the nothing between my legs. They looked perplexed at my shyness.

"No! You look great! I have girl friends that are less feminine than my own little Brianna. Not a girl in the world would take you for anything but a budding teenage girl having her period!" Julie giggled.

"Julie!" Robyn scolded, but half giggled herself.

I looked down, embarrassed. I looked at the end of the pad sticking out in front.

"Yes, that's the point. Brianna was apprehensive about going to the slumber party. There's no reason she can't go like this."

"I should say not!" Julie crowed. "She can run around in her bra and panties just like the rest of her friends."

"Let's show her." Robyn laughed.

Robyn picked out my prettiest white panties with the lace and ribbon bows on the front, followed by a lacy white bra.

"You know, like this you don't need a girdle. You can wear this, ... or if you would like to wear nylons, a garter belt or a garter panty like Marissa's. I'll show you."

Out came a lacy white garter belt. I smoothed nylons up my legs.

"Oh yes! Uh ... Julie, go get your heels."

She came back, smiling. I slipped into them, and nearly fell. They laughed.

"They take a little practice. Little girls play dress up, and have a little experience before now. I think maybe you should play dress up ocassionally before you start high school next year. You will be going to dances with Marissa, I bet, so it wouldn't hurt for you to learn how to walk in them now. And look at you!" Robyn whistled. "Very pretty! You are going to make the other girls jealous, and I bet Marissa's going to like having you with her, even if it might hurt her feminine pride a little. The boys will be coming around you!"

I turned beet red, but they were telling me I had no reason not to go to the slumber party, so I was happy. But then the remark about boys was unsettling."Come see!" Robyn said.

I was helped over to the mirror. I was wobbly. I was wide eyed as I peered at my reflection. I looked so much better than the girls in the locker room at school! I looked down at my pretty panties and garter belt. I couldn't see anything but girl!

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There were thirteen of us giddy, screaming girls at Kristen's, and I was happy to be one of them. I knew everyone but two of the girls, and was quickly introduced to them.

It was still very early when we all changed into nighties, and one of the girls casually observed I was having my period. I wore a pink baby doll nightie with a long nylon cover. About half of the girls wore sweatshirts or something equally as casual. We sat around, talked, and some of the girls put their hair up, with the help of their friends.

We talked and joked, and talked some more, and then Kristen said we would play a "truth or dare" until the pizzas arrived. I had heard my sisters and other girls mention playing this game. It would be my first time.

Janice took the first dare, and they made her go outside to kiss the first man or boy that came bye! She stood out on the sidewalk for about ten minutes, as the rest of us crowded around the windows, and squealed with anticipation. Kristen applied an ample amount of red lipstick to her lips before she left. A man in his thirties came along, and we watched as Janice stopped him. She talked with him a short time, and then she kissed his cheek. There were squeals and moans. What did they expect, her to kiss him passionately on the lips? I was glad it wasn't me out there!

When my turn came, I took truth. I didn't want to chance doing something so embarrassing. Kristen asked me if I had ever seen a boy's erection, and whose. I turned crimson, as the others giggled and squealed. I lied and said I hadn't, ... but then my dumb sister yelled "fibber". The other girls were all after me to name names, and I got all flustered and embarrassed. When I refused to admit I had, they demanded I take a dare!

Kristen told me I had to eat a hot dog. Now that didn't sound too bad. She brought it in. It was covered in whip cream, and it was explained I had to carefully lick the whip cream off before eating the dog, and I had to do this from the end by taking it in my mouth! Well, the girls squealed and howled as I did my best to follow their instructions. Some girls made some crude remarks and there were some boys names brandied about as I took the hot dog into my mouth to the point of choking as I licked the whip cream from the far end. It was embarrassing, but not too bad, as the other girls had a howling good time at my expense.

It wasn't too long after that the door bell rang. It was our pizzas. One of the girls asked the delivery boy if he liked hot dogs. He looked puzzled by the roar of laughter that followed!

We all had a great time! It was after two in the morning before the first of us started to crash. I was introduced to the tradtion of putting the first girl to fall asleep's underwear in the freezer.

Marissa and I were the only girls to wear a skirt the next day. I think Marissa only did it so I wouldn't be the only one.

There were ten of us that piled into Kristen's mother's Buick in the morning. She dropped us off downtown, and the group of us went window shopping. We laughed and teased each other, and talked about the stuff that happened last night. If I teased a girl or said something one of them disagreed with I'd hear: "Give her a hot dog!" The others would break out in laughter.

Marissa and I were exhausted when we got home late that afternoon. We told Robyn how much fun we had, and she seemed really happy for me that I got to go. We ate supper, and fell asleep in the living room. Slumber parties were every bit as fun as I had imagined! This was much more fun than I ever had as a boy!

The next morning Robyn made us wear the full petticoats under our dresses again. We had giggled and talked too much through the service last Sunday over the coming slumber party.

Christmas and Christmas vacation was wonderful! My sisters had discouraged their friends from coming over to our house because of me, but I was so much of a girl now, with respectable length, curly hair, perfectly polished, long nails, an emerging curvy figure, and growing bust line, now an "A" cup, and largest in the sixth grade. Their friends were welcomed now. I overheard her tell one of her friends that I was an adopted sister. I didn't know what, if anything, Marissa and Julie told their friends that had known me. It didn't matter. No one would mistake me for Brian. I don't think they would have believed it if we told them the truth. I fit in with my sisters so well, and my actions and mannerisms had become purely girlish and feminine. We had lots of girls running around our house over the holidays. It was almost like another slumber party, as some would sleep over.

Christmas Eve was the best I ever knew! The four of us hugged a lot, and told each other how much we loved and cared for one another. We were close, loving, pretty sisters. We were all happy. It seemed I had somehow brought all of us closer. Oh, we had an occasional squabble over use of the bathroom, make up, and clothes, but nothing serious, and no one got mad. I was thoroughly enjoying being a girl, and I couldn't wait until I'd be allowed to wear nylons every day, and a little make up. Wearing silky, lace trimmed underwear and foundation garments seemed almost natural to me now, and I had my favorite bra! And I had a favorite, very pretty full slip that fit perfectly over it, so the two sets of straps and the bodice aligned so nicely, something only "sissy" girls can appreciate. I liked being told I was pretty, and the way strangers smiled at me. I suppose it was the hormones, but it didn't matter to me. All I knew was that I liked being in the company of a bunch of girls, and that I loved my sisters. I was closer to my sisters than I ever thought possible. Boys on the other hand were an aggravation and a problem, as they frequently teased me, and I felt uncomfortable when they checked out my breasts. Yes, I was a girl now, and proud of it!

The End

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I did some Dani shopping today, including in one store I had never tried before. Another thing I've never really done before is taking test shots of new clothes before doing a full-blown photo session with them...but I decided it was something I'd try to do from now on.

This first skirt and blouse ensemble is from Burlington Coat Factory, a place I hadn't found anything really nice in in quite a while. I was pleased when I found the purple top, because it's one of the colors I don't have a lot of (orange and yellow are others). Details on the manufacturers will come when I do the full dressing session for these.



No wig or makeup, so the face is pixilated for privacy.

This dress was bought at Annie Sez. I've often admired the clothes I see in the window of the local store, and when they began advertising that nearly everything in the store was under $25, I figured it was worth a shot to find something. They had a number of cute items, but lately so much of what I'm seeing is black and/or white--and I have so many things in monochrome--that I skipped those in favor of this dress. It's a bit schoolgirlish, I guess, but somewhat different from many others in my wardrobe.



Not sure when the full dressing session with these will be, but with any luck before the end of the month.

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Another "lost" story by N

Tom glanced nervously at his wife, Debbie. They had only rented the room out to help pay the mortgage and they had never anticipated any kind of trouble. However, the young woman who had only moved in a few months before had definitely disappeared and, to make matters worse, neither Tom nor Debbie knew any of her friends or family. Tricia had seemed ordinary enough; she had told them that she was a student at the university, she paid her bills on time and, even though no one ever visited her at the house, she had been sociable enough with them. Their lodger had left without a word almost a week ago and, not knowing if she intended to return, Tom and his wife had made their decision. The police and local hospitals had not seen her and, more worryingly, the university did not have her name on record. Tricia’s absence was a mystery.

Thomas inserted the key and slowly opened the door, almost afraid of what they might find in the girl’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief as he looked inside and saw that the room was deserted. Debbie pushed past her husband impatiently and opened the window to clear the stale air.

"She’s left most of her things here." Debbie said quietly as she wandered over to the dressing table. "So I guess she’s planning to come back."

"The fact that she didn’t take her stuff worries me." Thomas replied. "Something terrible might have happened to her."

"I doubt it." Debbie said coolly. "She seemed pretty capable of looking after herself to me. It’s not as if she lacked confidence or anything. Did you notice the clothes she’d been wearing recently?"

Thomas tried not to smile. Watching their tenant teetering precariously on her newly acquired stilettos had been one of his favourite pastimes. He had almost been late for work twice the previous week due to Tricia’s rather flirtatious requests for company while she walked to the university. Thomas now wondered where she had really been going all that time. Tricia had certainly changed over the time that they had all been living together; she had dyed her hair blond, definitely taken to wearing more flattering clothes and bought herself a great deal of new makeup. The high-heeled shoes were actually only a small part of her recent metamorphosis.

"She’s probably moved in with some young guy." Debbie said sharply, watching Thomas carefully for any sign of disappointment. "And don’t tell me you didn’t find her attractive. She wouldn’t have any trouble finding a boyfriend and, from the way she’s been dressing recently, I’d say that was exactly what she’s been up to."

"Perhaps you’re right." Thomas replied with none of his wife’s confidence. "But we should still take a look around to try to find an address book or something."

He glanced absent-mindedly at his watch.

"God." He exclaimed. "I’m going to be late. Take a look around and I’ll see you at six. You can tell me then if anything turned up."

Thomas kissed his wife before turning to leave.

"I suppose, if nothing turns up, you should try to open that trunk by the bed." He offered as he left the small bedroom. She might keep her private stuff in there. It’s worth a try."

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Thomas returned just after 6 o’clock. Debbie was lying on the couch watching TV and, from the smell drifting from the kitchen, she had already prepared dinner.

"Any luck today?" he shouted from their bedroom as he changed.

"I didn’t find any notes or addresses if that’s what you mean." Debbie replied smugly. "But that trunk proved quite interesting."

Thomas emerged from the bedroom.

"How do you mean?"

"It seems that our tenant had some interesting hobbies." Debbie said, her distaste obvious from the tone of her voice. "In fact, your friend was quite a kinky young lady judging by the clothes I found in her closet and, to make matters worse, the stuff in the trunk was even more degrading."

Thomas looked at her quizzically.

"So, she’s my friend now?" he replied playfully. "Come on Debs. What did you find?"

His wife pushed herself up from the couch, holding her dressing gown tightly closed as she stood up.

"I’ll show you after dinner. I can’t bring myself to go through it all again just yet."

Surprised and now somewhat curious, Thomas sat down for his evening meal wondering why his wife was acting so strangely and why she had buttoned up her gown so tightly. He waited until after dinner before he asked.

"So, what’s with the buttons?" he said, pointing to Debbie’s tightly sealed throat. "You don’t normally mind wandering around half naked if we’re on our own and this coy routine is a little off putting."

Debbie cringed and then blushed as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

"It’s nothing Tom, really. Just something I found in Tricia’s room that sort of appealed and… well… I just slipped it on to see how it would look. That’s all it was."

So, what’s the problem?" he asked.

"The problem is Tom that I can’t get it off." Debbie snapped angrily. "And I’m mad with myself for being so stupid."

As she spoke, she slowly undid the top few buttons of her dressing gown and, as the loose material dropped open, Thomas giggled loudly.

"It’s only a leather collar." He smirked, trying not to laugh. "I didn’t know you had it in you Debs."

"Yes, well you can stop being so funny and try to help me with the clasp at the back rather than being quite so irritating about it."

Thomas laughed and pulled his wife’s naturally blond hair away from the gloss black choker.

"What made you put this on?" he asked as he fumbled clumsily with the delicate steel lock, "And why are you wearing so much makeup? Are we going out?"

"That’s the funny thing." She said hesitantly. "I’m not even sure why I chose this particular item. It was on top of everything else so I suppose that might have been part of the reason but I wasn’t in the trunk for very long. As soon as I started finding Tricia’s really kinky stuff, I just wandered out in disgust but the collar was still in my hand. Five minutes later it was sealed tightly round my throat and I don’t remember how it got there."

"And the makeup?" Thomas asked, now desperate to hear more of his wife’s rather peculiar story.

"The same." She mumbled, sounding confused. "I just felt… felt kind of… well compelled I guess. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time and, once I’d sat down at Tricia’s dressing table, I’d already convinced myself that I should look my best."

"You used Tricia’s cosmetics!" Thomas said, wondering if his wife had fallen ill. "Well you look great in the makeup but I’m not sure that I’m going to be able to get the collar off."

Debbie slumped into her chair.

"I’ve got to go to work tomorrow." She whimpered. "I can’t go out looking like this."

"It’s not a problem." Thomas offered. "I’ll get the scissors and cut it off. It shouldn’t be too difficult."

"Lets do it in the morning." Debbie said sounding more subdued. "It might work itself loose and I’m not sure that I want to be bothered with it tonight."

"Sure. If that’s ok with you." Thomas whispered, hugging her. "Now, do you want to show me what else you found in Tricia’s room?"

An hour later, they returned to the living room in silence; Debbie still obviously shocked at Tricia’s bizarre collection of clothes and accessories and Thomas mildly amused by his tenant’s decidedly kinky tastes.

"I had no idea." He said, breaking the uneasy silence. "I didn’t know you could buy rubber dresses round here and those heels; did you see how high they were?"

"Perhaps she’s a prostitute." Debbie suggested coldly. "I know that latex is popular amongst those sort of people and, judging by that depraved underwear, there’s definitely something very wrong with that young lady."

Thomas suppressed a smirk as he remembered the thick plugs he discovered inside a particularly elaborate pair of rubber briefs. Recovering himself, he nodded in agreement.

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Thomas woke late the following morning. Debbie was already up and Thomas could hear her clattering around the kitchen getting ready for work. She had a part time job at the local library and she had volunteered to cover for someone over the weekend. Thomas tucked himself under the duvet as his wife came in to say goodbye.

"I didn’t want to wake you." she whispered.

"You know I love being woken up at this…"

Thomas was stunned into silence when he saw what his wife was wearing. "Are you sure they won’t be uncomfortable?" he said, studying the 5-inch heels Debbie was un-selfconsciously adjusting as she sat down on the bed.

"Don’t be such a prude." She chided him. "They’ll be fine. Heels are back in fashion and I’m sure Tricia wouldn’t mind. Perhaps I should get you a pair?"

"Aren’t they a little high for the library?" Thomas said hesitantly, ignoring Debbie’s jibe.

"Nonsense." she retorted immediately. "I’ve had them on an hour and, surprisingly, they’re really rather comfortable. Anyway Tom, after a few days, you won’t even notice that I’m wearing them."

Thomas groaned loudly.

"There’s no point grumbling." Debbie said sternly. "I know that it’ll take some getting used to but you’ll have to accept the fact that your wife is rather fond of her new stilettos. They feel great, look fantastic and they’re… well… rather sexy actually and it’s nice to look glamorous for a change. Talking of glamour; how do you like the wig? I know that it’s Tricia’s but I just had to try it on and, now that I’ve got used to it, I’m toying with the idea of becoming a brunette more permanently."

Debbie slowly moved her manicured fingers from the sleek patent leather of her borrowed stilettos to straighten the seams of her black silk stockings. The short leather mini-dress she was wearing opened slightly as she rose, giving her shocked husband a fleeting glimpse of some strangely lustrous underwear. Thomas didn’t dare to ask.

"You know that you’ve got on far too much makeup?" Thomas mumbled, trying to get used to seeing his wife with long brown hair.

"Yes dear. I know I have." She replied, turning surprisingly gracefully in her heels. "And I’ll be late back I’m afraid. I’ve made an appointment at the beauticians this afternoon and I think it will take a quite a while for me to have everything done. Have a good day at home."

With that, Debbie closed the bedroom door. Thomas listened to the tapping of his wife’s new heels as she made her way to the car, only realising then that she had still been wearing Tricia’s leather collar around her throat when she left.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Thomas spent the rest of the weekend in a state of some confusion. Debbie returned from the library looking very different from how she had left home that morning. She had spent the afternoon with a local beautician and, just as she had promised, she now had shoulder length brown hair.

"I had it straightened." She said proudly, running newly polished nails through the lustrous dark strands. "And it was so nice to have my makeup done professionally for a change. I don’t suppose you noticed that my lipstick and nail polish match perfectly did you?"

Thomas nodded, staring openly at his wife’s crimson mouth.

"I’m wearing gloss on top of the lipstick." She explained, pouting lasciviously "It makes my lips seem fuller somehow and much more inviting. I’m so glad I made the appointment. The assistant was so kind and she’s given me so many new ideas."

Thomas wondered what Debbie meant by ‘new ideas’ but he said nothing as she was quite obviously in full flow.

"I would never have thought I would actually let someone pluck my eyebrows." She continued excitedly, "Look how fine they are now. I’ve got mascara on too. I would never have imagined putting on such a dark colour during the day but they insisted and, once they’d done my eyeshadow and eyeliner, I could see what an improvement it was. She said that brunettes could get away with wearing more makeup but I wasn’t convinced until I saw for myself what an improvement it was."

"You’ve been shopping too I notice." Thomas murmured, thinking of their dwindling bank balance.

"Oh, nothing much." Debbie replied, dropping the bags onto the floor. "Just some cosmetics from the salon, some new clothes and a couple of pairs of shoes. My old ones seem so dowdy now that I’ve been out all day in high heels and I can’t really expect to keep borrowing Tricia’s stuff. I just had to buy some of my own. Everyone commented on them. The beautician told me that stilettos are very fashionable at the moment and she absolutely adored the collar. Apparently, this whole fetish thing is really taking off."

Debbie smiled as she gently ran her fingers over the smooth patent leather of the choker. Thomas thought that she looked distant for a moment, as if she was deep in thought about something he had no hope of understanding. He hoped that it was just a phase she was going through. Debbie shook her head, recovering some of her previous enthusiasm as she tossed her newly dyed hair across one shoulder.

"I bought you some presents too." She said coyly as she rifled through her bag. "You’ve been looking a bit under the weather recently so I got you some vitamin supplements. I found some nice trousers and a shirt too."

Thomas’ grin faded as Debbie produced what looked like a ruffled silk blouse from one of the bags.

"You’ll upset me if you don’t like it." Debbie warned, immediately noticing her husband’s obvious disapproval. "Here, let me show you the trousers to go with it.

"Leather." Thomas exclaimed. "I couldn’t wear…"

Debbie stared at him angrily before putting everything back in the bag.

"I’ll be in Tricia’s room if you change your mind." She said angrily. "But do me a favour and at least take the vitamins; two tablets, three times a day. You might be a little more agreeable to dressing up for me once you’re feeling better."

Thomas noticed that Debbie’s hands were shaking as she handed him the foil-wrapped pills but she at least smiled when he swallowed them.

"Debs. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful…"

She silenced him with a wave of her hand.

"You know where I’ll be if you change your mind." she said, turning in her heels to walk angrily into Tricia’s room.

"Oh and while I remember." She called over her shoulder. "Samantha from the beauticians asked if I’d go out for a drink with her tonight. I said no but I think I’ve changed my mind so I’ll give her a ring. She said she’d pick me up at 8 O’clock."

With that, the door slammed shut, leaving Thomas wondering what he’d said to offend his wife so deeply. And what did she mean about going out? He’d never stopped her meeting new friends but she’d simply not seemed interested before. Thomas then started to feel rather strange. Just as he was growing increasingly angry, a wave of lethargy crept over him. His body seemed almost to slump into the chair as he relaxed and his rage faded away, replaced by a soothing acceptance of his wife’s peculiar behaviour. He wondered momentarily if she had drugged him but the vitamin tablets had seemed ordinary enough. A few minutes later, he didn’t really care what she had given him as he began to snore gently, his sleep interspersed with bizarre dreams about high heels and makeup.

The doorbell startled him and Thomas woke immediately, feeling surprisingly well rested. He stood up a little unsteadily and answered the door to a pretty blond woman.

"Hi, I’m Samantha."

Thomas didn’t have time to respond as Debbie rushed passed him to greet her new friend.

"Hello Sam. I’m sorry about changing my mind and everything. Glad you could make it." Debbie gushed, ignoring her husband as she ushered Samantha into the living room.

"I’m still not sure what to wear. Would you mind giving me a hand?"

Samantha thrust a carrier bag into Debbie’s hand.

"I brought the corset you wanted to try on." Samantha said quietly. "Even though I’m sure you don’t need it; you’ve already got such a beautiful figure."

Debbie blushed coyly.

"Thanks. I’m getting dressed in our lodger’s room as she’s away at the moment and…"

Debbie hesitated.

"Well, she doesn’t mind if I borrow her stuff and it wouldn’t hurt to dress up if we’re going somewhere nice."

Thomas closed the front door as the two women wandered across to Tricia’s room. He called to ask his wife if she wanted any help getting her collar off before she went out. A muffled voice replied immediately.

"No thanks love. I’m getting used to it now; I’ll keep it on."

Thomas shrugged and sat down in front of the television set. Half an hour later the two women came in to say goodbye, giggling as they discussed Debbie’s new leather skirt and jacket. From his wife’s radically improved figure, Thomas guessed that she had agreed to wear Samantha’s corset after all. Thomas watched as Samantha lit a cigarette.

"Oh, I’m sorry." She said blowing a stream of grey smoke from her lips. "I should have asked. Do either of you smoke?"

"No. We don’t really like…"

Debbie interrupted him sharply. "Go ahead Sam; it’s fine in here."

"Thanks." Samantha replied, smiling happily. "Would you like one?"

Debbie barely hesitated before taking a cigarette from the packet. "I haven’t been tempted since I gave up as a teenager." She said, daring her husband to contradict her. "But seeing as we’re going out. You don’t mind if I indulge myself a little do you Thomas?"

Thomas was just about to protest but he didn’t seem able to find the words. "Sure… Whatever you feel Debbie. Enjoy yourself." He said slowly, not really sure how he had become so indifferent about his wife’s new habit.

The leather choker gleamed around Debbie’s neck as she lit the cigarette. "Don’t get up to anything naughty while we’re out." She whispered, inhaling deeply. "And don’t wait up as I’ll probably be late back."

Thomas shrugged, feeling strangely contented despite the fact that his wife was going out wearing a low-cut top and a decidedly short leather miniskirt. He absentmindedly admired her figure as she turned to leave, noting that, as well as the restrictive corset, she was also wearing her new stiletto heels. She certainly looked very attractive he thought to himself as he returned to the chair feeling sleepy once again. As he dozed, he wondered if his imagination was playing tricks on him. Thomas’ eyes fluttered open as he woke from a particularly unsettling dream. God, he had actually been wondering what it might be like to wear a corset himself. He shuddered. Where were these thoughts coming from? What on earth was happening to him?

The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully. Thomas grew steadily more accustomed to seeing his wife wandering about the house in high heels and had even accepted the fact that she was smoking more than he would have liked but the changes that seemed to be overtaking Debbie weren’t all bad he thought to himself. She was certainly taking much more interest than usual in making herself pretty in the mornings; putting on makeup took almost an hour each day and her newly discovered fetish for corsets did wonders for her figure. She was dressing better too, spending many hours in Tricia’s room trying on dresses and skirts. She never seemed to grow bored with her new hobby. Thomas rarely saw what his wife was up to behind Tricia’s closed door but, whenever she went out to work at the library, Debbie always wore a different leather miniskirt or leather trousers depending on her mood.

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It was Friday when Thomas got his first real surprise. Despite taking Debbie’s vitamin pills three times a day, he had caught a cold and decided to come home early. He assumed that Debbie would be home but he wasn’t expecting to find her crouched in the living room, her eyes closed in pleasure as she rubbed herself through the membranous latex of one of Tricia’s dresses. As her climax faded, Debbie looked up and noticed Thomas standing open-mouthed with astonishment.

"Oops." She said, lifting herself up slowly. "I didn’t realise you’d be home so early."

"What are you doing?" Thomas stammered angrily. "And what are you wearing? It’s disgusting. You look like a pervert."

Debbie stared at him in disdain for a moment before replying. "Look Thomas. I like wearing rubber all right. It turns me on. You should try it yourself before you get all judgmental about me wearing it."

"Yeah, right. And end up like you. This is depraved."

Debbie smiled. "I want you to understand what I’m going through Thomas, I really do." She simpered, her rouged cheeks blushing an even deeper red as she recovered from her recent orgasm. "Something’s happening to me Tom, something strange. I’m changing and not just on the outside."

She paused as she tried to find the words to explain. "I think it might have something to do with this collar; the one I found in Tricia’s trunk." She went on. "Ever since that day I put it on and then couldn’t undo the clasp, my imagination’s been running wild. I didn’t say anything at the time but even the first time I wore it, the very moment I sealed it closed, something stirred inside me, something magical, something I’d never felt before. That’s why I wanted you to help me open the lock Thomas; these thoughts frightened me."

Debbie laughed as she spoke. "I started having strange fantasies almost immediately." She said, toying with the gleaming leather of the choker. "Daydreams about wearing beautiful rubber clothes and towering stiletto heels. I wasn’t even sure it was me at first. I hoped that I might be dreaming about somebody else but it wasn’t to be. The collar had already corrupted me Thomas. I was so beautiful in my dreams and it felt wonderful to imagine myself wearing Tricia’s skin-tight latex clothes. I had to try it Thomas. I couldn’t help myself."

Thomas didn’t know what to say. He could barely believe what he was hearing, never mind coming to terms with seeing his wife pleasuring herself in a sleek latex dress on the living room table.

"I can see you’re confused." She murmured, standing remarkably steadily in her fetishistic 6-inch heels. "So perhaps I should make it simpler for you. I’m not the same as I was before Thomas. It’s too late now. I’m not who you think I am anymore."

"So what can I do?" Thomas muttered quietly, trying not to cry.

"You have to make a decision I suppose." Debbie said coldly. "Either you accept that I’m not the woman you married and we do our best to arrange an amicable divorce or…"

Thomas looked up hopefully.

"Or you undergo the same transformation that I’ve been through. There’s another collar in Tricia’s trunk and I don’t suppose it would hurt you to try it on. You’re not a big man and, with such a small frame and rather delicate features, it wouldn’t be so difficult to feminise your appearance. I’ve got plenty of cosmetics and, with a decent corset, I’m sure you’d fit into Tricia’s clothes."

"Surely you’re not serious about this?" Thomas whispered. "Turn me into a woman? It’s ridiculous."

"You wouldn’t actually be a woman." Debbie said matter-of-factly. "You’d just look like one. And anyway, I’ve been toying with the idea of turning you into a glamorous transvestite for some time now and, even though it seemed rather peculiar at first, the concept has kind of grown on me."

"You’d really do this to me?" Thomas breathed.

"I’ve started already." Debbie replied immediately. "The vitamin tablets you’ve been taking are actually powerful female hormones, preparing your body for the more radical changes that will be necessary if you decide to continue your transformation." She paused, letting this news sink in before continuing. "Of course, we could just go our separate ways if you’d prefer. It wouldn’t take me long to find a new lover; I suspect that Samantha’s already interested. I’d prefer it if you stayed but I can’t force you."

"But it would still be me inside?" Thomas mumbled, trying desperately to come to terms with Debbie’s proposal. "My personality wouldn’t change?"

"You’d gradually become more docile." Debbie explained. "The hormones will make you more acquiescent and you’ll eventually lose most of your less attractive male traits. Wearing high heels and being strictly corseted may also make you feel quite submissive but you’ll essentially be the same inside. I think that’s actually part of the fun; no matter how believably feminine you become, you’ll always know that you were once a real man."

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Thomas glanced up at his wife, his immaculately made-up eyes pleading silently for some end to his suffering. His perfectly manicured fingers reached towards her as she took the thick leather collar from its box but Debbie would not be swayed by her husband’s protests. Instead, she simply smiled and gathered up his long auburn hair in her free hand.

"This wig is beautiful," she purred. "And it took ages to put your makeup on properly; it would be such a pity to have done all this and then throw it away just because you’re a little nervous."

"You always had rather delicate features Thomas but I can hardly believe how feminine you look in makeup." Debbie continued, her voice soothing his nerves a little. "Lipstick suits you and, now that we’ve plucked your brows, the eye makeup looks stunning. Your body will take a little longer to feminise I’m afraid but if we increase the amount of hormones you’re taking and put you on a proper diet, you won’t need to wear a corset for very long."

"Now try to relax while I fit the collar; you’ll feel so much better about everything once its on."

Thomas shuddered as the cold leather settled around his throat. Despite the obvious ambiguity of his cosmetically enhanced features, putting on the collar felt more significant than the indignity of his recent metamorphosis. Something about it horrified him but, before he could protest, he felt a gentle pressure as Debbie pulled the straps tighter. He heard the soft click of the lock and knew then that it was done. There was a moment of silence, a brief flicker of realisation and then Thomas opened his mouth to scream…

"How does it feel? I noticed the difference as soon as it was on but..."

She hesitated as Thomas’ scream died in his encased throat to finally emerge from his glossed lips as just a gentle sigh. He suddenly felt incredibly relaxed as the collar wove its magic on his fertile imagination. Debbie watched him closely, her curiosity obvious as she waited impatiently for his reply. Thomas tried to understand why his sense of masculinity was fading so quickly, replaced almost immediately by the increasingly feminine desires and aspirations of his new personality. Even as he struggled to comprehend these radical changes, the seductive allure of his new identity swept away any lingering resistance and filled his imagination with new and exciting possibilities. By the time he found the words to express what he was feeling, his doubts were already forgotten, overcome by the sensuality of his new form. As he ran elegantly manicured fingers across the lustrous sheen of his tight leather trousers, Thomas actually smiled.

"Debbie, it’s wonderful." He whispered finally, "Better than I could have ever imagined. It’s like I actually know who I am now."

Debbie smiled contentedly. Thomas was clearly completely captivated by his feminine clothes and curvaceous figure. Seeing her husband so happy, she was glad that she had insisted on an ultra-tight corset and such realistic silicon breasts for his first evening as a genuine transvestite. Debbie could barely believe that he had been corrupted so easily. She tried to imagine what he would be like when his transformation was complete. She could hardly wait…

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Thomas rose quietly from the dressing table. It was still early and he didn’t want to wake his wife sleeping soundly in the adjoining room. For a first attempt, the cosmetics he had just applied looked pretty good he decided and the blond wig and elegant earrings really rather suited the bold colours of his fresh makeup. He could have asked Debbie to help of course but he wanted breakfast to be a surprise. After all, not every woman could enjoy breakfast in bed, lovingly prepared by a beautiful latex-clad transvestite.

He tiptoed gracefully across the room in his new stiletto heels to make the final adjustments to his appearance in the big mirror. Thomas gasped as his reflection glistened invitingly from the glass. He looked better than he had imagined and the rubber outfit had been a stroke of genius. He could hardly wait for Debbie’s reaction when she saw what he was wearing. He gently lifted the hem of his short rubber dress to check the latex thong he was barely wearing. Shaving his bikini line had been quite difficult but, with his maleness tucked away neatly between his legs, the effect was definitely appealing.

Thomas carefully closed the last of his suspenders, sealing his new rubber stockings to his smooth legs before moving to the kitchen. He fiddled absentmindedly with the collar as he walked in his stilettos, finding its presence a soothing respite from the confusion of his androgyny. The soft silicone breasts Debbie had fitted to his chest, looked fantastic beneath the shimmering rubber of his dress but Thomas couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed about their rather modest proportions. He would have to ask Debbie about buying him something a little larger.

Half an hour later, Thomas kissed his wife gently on the lips to wake her, setting the tray of food on her bedside cabinet before pirouetting gracefully on his heels, proudly displaying his latest female attire. He smiled as she woke, his glossed lips parting slightly in a coquettish pout as he noticed how pleased she was to see him. It seemed like days since she had last seemed pleased with anything he had done.

"Debbie, what do you think?" he asked. "You were right about Tricia’s stuff fitting me okay and the heels feel wonderful. I even did my own makeup."

Debbie stretched beneath the bedclothes.

"You look good enough to eat." she yawned flirtatiously. "But I must admit I’m a little surprised by your enthusiasm. A few days ago, you wouldn’t even entertain the idea of wearing a pair of leather trousers and here you are now in a pretty latex dress. I don’t suppose it matters really. The important thing is you’re obviously feeling better about everything and, now that you’re more obviously feminine, you do look incredibly attractive."

Thomas actually felt his face redden slightly at Debbie’s compliment as he leaned forward to plant another kiss on his wife’s lips. He stumbled as she pushed him gently away.

"I’m sorry Thomas." Debbie said firmly. "I didn’t want to give you the wrong idea. Seeing you like this is a real turn-on for me but I think it would be better for both of us if we didn’t resume normal marital relations just yet."

She paused, trying to find the right words.

"We can’t make love now Thomas." She continued. "All the books I’ve read say that, if this is going to work, you must behave just like a real woman. You’ll adjust much quicker if you forget we were ever intimate. Don’t worry Thomas, I’m not upset or anything. These unpleasant male urges will soon fade and you’re new appetites will be just as gratifying. Even sexual preference can be changed if the rewards are high enough. You’ll see things differently when your body-chemistry gives you the desires and libido of a normal healthy young woman."

"Desires?" Thomas asked quizzically. "Libido? What are you talking about?"

Debbie silenced him with a wave of her hand.

"You’ll know when it happens." She said firmly. "The high-dosage hormones I’ve put you on will soon eradicate the last of your masculine drives and, once they’re out of the way, your natural curiosity will soon get the better of you."

"Are you suggesting that I turn gay as well?" Thomas replied in horror. "I thought that we were going to try to work on our marriage."

"I don’t think ‘gay’ is the right word." Debbie said, grinning broadly. "If we take your transformation to its logical conclusion, you should quickly progress from being a simple transvestite, albeit a very pretty one, to full-blown transsexuality. It will only take 6 months or so and then, as a proper she-male, you’ll probably enjoy all the male attention you’re going to receive. You’re going to be very attractive young woman Thomas. Men will want to make love to you. You may as well get used to the idea before you’re body makes the decision for you."

Thomas slumped onto the end of the bed, unselfconsciously adjusting the hem of his dress as he sat down.

"I don’t want that to happen to me." He stammered. "And anyway, what about you? What will you do once these emasculating drugs have robbed me of my manhood?"

Debbie laughed.

"I’ll be fine." She said gently. "Samantha’s made it pretty clear that she’s available and it’s only a matter of time before I eventually succumb and we end up sleeping together."

Thomas’ pretty red lips parted in a jealous pout and, without warning, he started to cry.

"Don’t worry about being so upset." Debbie said kindly, taking his hand. "It’s probably just the hormones more than anything else. Tears are bound to come more easily as your body adjusts to its female chemistry. It’s a good sign actually. It means that your male inhibitions are already starting to fade At least now I’ll have someone to cry with at my soppy films."

Thomas sobbed once more and then broke into a giggle at Debbie’s last improbable suggestion.

"Why don’t we go shopping today." She suggested, noting her husband’s sudden change of mood. "There’s a great shop in town that sells all sorts of wonderful things to the transvestite community. We could buy you some shoes, something with a higher heel perhaps and they have a huge range of wigs and undergarments."

She paused momentarily.

"We could get you some larger breastforms too if you like."

"How did you know?" Thomas gasped.

"Its obvious honey." She whispered conspiratorially. "Underneath, you’re just like the rest of us now and anyway, you’ll look stunning with a bigger bust."

Thomas grinned.

"I’ll go and get changed into some jeans."

"Jeans?" Debbie replied immediately. "Don’t be silly. You should go out dressed today. No one will be able to tell. I think the rubber dress might be a bit over-the-top but I’m sure that Tricia has something suitable sexy that won’t raise too many eyebrows. Why don’t you take a look through her wardrobe while I make a few appointments for us this afternoon?"

Thomas got up from the bed and dried his eyes.

"I’m still not sure about this." He said coyly. "Are you positive that nobody will be able to tell its me."

"See how you feel in some of Tricia’s ‘ordinary’ clothes." Debbie urged. "You can still wear stilettos if you like; they seem to be back in fashion in the moment."

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