From user23@primenet.com Thu Feb 06 16:50:02 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "I'm the Big Sister" by Karen Elizabeth L.
From: user23@primenet.com (Lisa Blades)
Date: 6 Feb 1997 14:50:02 -0700

BIGSIS1.TXT


I'm the Big Sister

By

Karen Elizabeth L.


Until a  few months ago life was pretty boring for me. I was a twelve year old 
guy with a nine year old little brother. My brother was mom's favorite from the 
day he was born and since dad died a couple of years ago he's wormed his way 
even further into mom's heart.
Don't get me wrong,  Rich is a nice kid most of the time but occasionally he 
gets to be a real pain in the butt. He wanted to spend time with me but I 
didn't want to have a little kid tagging along everywhere I went. I did my best 
to sneak out without Rich seeing me but he always managed to find
 where I went and I ended up baby-sitting him instead of doing what I wanted to 
do.
One day he really made me mad and I was determined to make him sorry. A couple 
of days later it was pouring down rain so we were stuck in the house. Mom had 
to go out for a few hours and left me in charge. 
Rich and I were sitting around watching a movie about a boy who had to pretend 
to be a girl to keep from getting beaten up. Rich thought the idea of a boy 
having to wear a dress was funny and I suddenly realized how I was going to get 
my revenge. I went up to mom's room and got together a few th
ings I'd need to really get even with my stupid little brother.
I called Rich to come up to our room saying that I needed his help with 
something. Rich actually thought that there was a chance to do something with 
me and  couldn't get upstairs fast enough!
As soon as he came into our room I slammed the door shut and locked it behind 
him. Just seeing the confused look on his face made me feel good but I was 
going to teach him a lesson he'd never forget!
"What's up?" He asked timidly.
"I just thought that since you liked that movie so much you'd really enjoy what 
I have in mind!"
"I don't trust you."  Rich said as he moved towards the door. "Let me out of 
here or else!"
"You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you!"  I said laughing. "And by 
then you'll probably beg me not to let you go anywhere!"
I told Rich to get undressed and do it quickly or I'd beat him up. He stood 
there for a couple of seconds but as soon as I started towards him he began 
undressing. I let him stop at his underwear and then sprang my surprise on him. 
He tried to get away from me but I caught him and after a little
 work managed to get him dressed in a couple of things I "borrowed" from mom.
He looked so silly standing there in one of mom's dresses and her high heels 
that I bust out laughing. 
"Please Mike," Rich pleaded with tears in his eye. "Don't make me wear mom's 
stuff, I don't want to look like some sissy!"
"Too bad!" I laughed. "You seemed to like it in that movie! I thought you'd get 
a kick out of this!"
Rich started crying and carrying on, begging me to get him out of the dress but 
I wasn't finished with him. I picked up the instant camera I got for my 
birthday and took some pictures of him all dolled up. Next I unlocked the door 
and grabbed his hand.
"Come on little sister, you always want to tag along with me so let's take a 
walk together!"
My brother's eyes suddenly dried up and opened to an enormous size.
"No Mike, please no, I'll be good. I promise!"
"Calm down sis, I just want everyone to see what a cute little sister I have!"
I dragged Rich out of the room and down the hall towards the steps where I was 
stopped cold by mom!
"What's going on here?"  She asked. "What are you up to this time Mike and why 
is Rich wearing my dress and shoes?"
"Uh, we were just having some fun mom. Anyhow, it was Rich's idea wasn't it?"  
I said tightening my grip on his arm.
Rich broke loose and ran to my mother sobbing.
"He  made me wear these clothes mom, he took pictures of me and was going to 
make me go outside dressed up like a sissy!"
Mom kissed Rich on the cheek and told him to change clothes. Turning to me she 
insisted that I give her the pictures and my camera saying that she'd deal with 
me later.
I handed over the pictures and camera and ran down the steps after calling Rich 
a sissy and a snitch. I felt pretty good, I was sure my brother wouldn't bother 
me anymore.  Mom had threatened to punish me before but never really did so I 
wasn't in the least bit worried.
Mom seemed to be hassling me more than ever though, claiming that I was still 
bothering Rich and that I'd better stop it. I had no idea what she was talking 
about, for once I really wasn't bothering Rich yet I was still being yelled at. 
What made it really strange was the day mom accused me of t
rying to dress Rich in her clothes again. I denied it but she said that she'd 
found some of her stuff missing and that it had turned up in his drawers. She 
figured I put them there to embarrass him.
One day I came home to get my baseball glove and noticed some of mom's 
underwear in the hallway near my room. When I opened the bedroom door I saw my 
little brother standing there in one of mom's nightgowns trying to put lipstick 
on! Before I could say anything I heard mom's voice behind me.
"What did I tell you about bothering him!"  She asked.
"But mom, I wasn't even home! I just came back to get my glove and saw the 
little sissy here!"
"Is that right honey?"  She asked Rich. 
Rich stared down at the floor crying.
"I'm sorry mom, it just seemed like fun and the clothes feel really nice."
Mom took a tissue and wiped his face. 
"It's okay sweetheart,"  She said softly. "I'm not mad at you."
"Wait until I tell everyone about my little sister!" I shouted happily. "This 
is going to be fun!"
Mom straightened up and fixed a look on me that wiped the smile from my face.
"Get what you came for and get out of here. You'd better not say a word to 
anyone about this! Do you understand?"
I couldn't laugh, heck I couldn't even smile, that's how scared I was.
"Yes ma'am,  I wont say anything, I promise!"
 I quickly picked up my glove and ran out of the house totally confused but 
scared out of my wits!
I kept my promise and never said a word about Rich. Mostly I was afraid of what 
mom would do to me and partly because I didn't want anyone to think I came from 
a strange family.  Mom never brought the subject up again and I pretty much 
forgot about it until one Saturday afternoon when I saw Rich
 standing there wearing a blue and white polka dot dress, a pair of white 
tights, and girl's shoes. His hair looked different, it was  brushed  and fixed 
 to make him look just like a little girl. Actually he didn't look that bad, I 
really had to look close to make sure it was my brother.
"Mom's going to kill you when she sees you like that!"  I laughed. "Where'd you 
get those clothes and who fixed your hair?"
Mom came out of her room just then wearing an identical dress with white 
stockings.
"No one's going to kill anyone,"  She said calmly. "I bought the clothes and I 
fixed her hair. Doesn't she look cute?"
"Oh just adorable!"  I teased. "But where's your purse little girl? Going 
shopping with mom?"
"My purse is in the closet and yes mom and I are going shopping."  Rich replied 
smiling
Are you out of your mind?"  I exclaimed, looking at mom. "You can't take him 
shopping dressed like that. What if someone see him?"
"We're going where no one knows us and if anyone sees him so what, I think she 
looks sweet!"
Rich went to the closet, puled out a small white purse then followed mom out to 
the garage. As I stared in shock he hopped into the car next to mom then waved 
as they pulled away from the house. My  mother and little brother were going 
shopping wearing mother - daughter dresses. I was sure I saw
 everything now!
I was sitting there watching a movie when I heard the garage door open and saw 
mom's car pull up. A moment later her and Rich came into the house carrying 
several bags from a department store across town. Rich was bubbling over with 
excitement and wanted to show me some of the things they had bo
ught. 
"Isn't this pretty?"  He asked as he pulled out a blue party dress with long 
puffy sleeves. "I can't wait to wear it, it's so nice!"
"I'm sure you'll be the prettiest boy at the party in that!"  I laughed, "Just 
make sure I'm not around when you wear it okay!"
Ignoring my sarcasm Rich gathered up the bags as if they contained treasure and 
went off to our room. I heard him and mom up there later laughing and giggling 
over something that I really didn't want to know about.
Later on Rich came down wearing a blue sundress with lots of little pink 
flowers on it. He seemed comfortable wearing it but he was driving me nuts!
"Don't you feel funny sitting there wearing a dress?" I finally asked.
"No, it really comfortable and a whole lot cooler than pants."  Rich replied. 
"But you're not a girl you dummy!"  I said, beginning to lose my temper. 
"You're a nine year old boy wearing a dress!"
Rich looked at me as if I was the goofy one.
"Well mom says I can wear one any time I want. She thinks I look cute!"
"She also let you go out in public in a dress! I'll bet people thought you were 
both weird!"
Mom had heard us arguing and came into the room to see what was wrong.
"Actually she got a lot of compliments, everyone thought it was so cute to see 
us in matching dresses!"
I looked at mom and shook my head. 
"You're both off your rockers!"  I muttered as I went to take a shower and get 
ready for bed.
I finished up my shower and went into the room to get my PJ's. When I opened up 
my underwear drawer I found out what all the laughing and giggling had been 
about. My underwear and PJ's were gone, all that was left were girl's 
underwear, nightgowns, and PJ's!
"Rich!"  I screamed. "Get up here and take all of your sissy clothes out of my 
drawers!"
I turned around to see mom and Rich standing there smiling.
"They're not mine," Rich said with a smile. "They're yours now!"
I looked at mom standing there grinning and knew I was in trouble. 
"Don't stand there staring, "  Mom said. "Get dressed and come downstairs, I 
want to talk to you."
"No!"  I shouted. "I'm not going to be a sissy like he is. I wont wear these 
things!"
Mom stared at me for a few seconds.
"Do as you're told and do it now."  She said in a firm voice. "I want to see 
both of you downstairs in five minutes."
I knew by the tone of voice mom used that she meant business. Any further delay 
or arguing could result in being seriously punished. I was going to have to do 
as I was told and that was that.
I stood in front of my open drawer not knowing what to do. Finally Rich pulled 
out a pair of sheer pink PJ's and handed them to me.
"Put these on and I'll wear mine."  He suggested. "We'll match!" 
I stated at the PJ's for a moment, they had short puffy sleeves with a little 
bow at the end and the legs had elastic at the bottoms to make them puff out 
too!  They had  some sort of lining in them to keep them from being see through 
at the chest and where a girl's underwear would be but the re
st was totally sheer! Rich handed me a pair of pink underwear to go with them 
then pulled a matching pair from his drawer.
I felt really stupid but time was running out so I pulled on the panties then 
put on the PJ's. Looking in the mirror I looked as dumb as I felt. I looked 
like a boy wearing his sister's clothes,  a sissy just like my brother!
Rich took off his dress and I saw he had on a short white slip under it.
"Don't you feel stupid dressed like that?"  I asked.
"Nope!"  Rich said as he pulled off the slip and stepped into the bottoms of 
his PJ's. "I like it, besides mom likes it when I'm dressed like this too!"
Rich pulled on the top to his PJ's and stood next to me in front of the mirror.
"Isn't it neat, we look like sisters!"
Wonderful, my brother and I are dressed up like a couple of sissies and he 
thinks it's great!
"We're not sisters remember! We're boys, we're supposed to be brothers!"
"Oh come on Mike,"  He pleaded. "Just pretend that we're sisters please?"
I wanted to wring his scrawny little neck for getting me into this but mom was 
calling and killing him would just have to wait.
"Let's go girls!"  Mom called. "I want to see how my little girls look in their 
new PJ's!"
My stomach was churning like crazy as I walked down to see mom. I'm no sissy 
and I hated having to dress like one!
I was surprised when mom didn't laugh as I walked into the room. She looked at 
me for a few seconds then smiling happily she walked over and kissed me on my 
head. Without saying a word she picked up a brush and the hair dryer and began 
to fix my hair. It only took a few minutes but to me the tim
e seemed to have stopped.
Mom brushed my hair used the dryer on it then repeated the brushing and drying 
for what seemed like forever. Finally  she put the brush and dryer down and 
handed me a mirror to look in. 
Well the good new was that I no longer looked like a sissy, of course the bad 
news was that I now looked like a cute girl with short hair! As I stood there 
staring at myself mom pulled out the camera I had used on Rich and took several 
pictures of me!
"You wont be telling anyone about your new little sister now will you?"  She 
asked with a devilish grin. "I doubt that you'd want all of your friends to see 
how pretty you look right now!"
Tears began to run down my cheeks. Why was mom doing this to me? Didn't she 
love me anymore?
"Please let me change clothes mom."  I pleaded. "I promise not to tell!"
"Calm down honey,"  Mom said as she gave me a hug. "No one's ever going to find 
out about this. It'll be our little secret!"
"But mom, I feel stupid!" I cried holding out my flared bottoms. "I can't wear 
these sissy clothes!"
Mom hugged me tighter and lightly stroked my cheek with her hand.
"But you look so nice, and it would make me so happy to pretend I had two 
daughters. Pleas keep them on for me?"
I was completely confused, I wanted to make mom happy, I really did,  but 
dressing like a girl?  If anyone saw me now I'd never live it down!  Then 
again, mom promised not to tell and my little brother or sister or whatever 
sure as heck wouldn't. 
"Why don't you girls see if there are any good movies on,"  Mom said as she 
headed for the kitchen. "I'll make some popcorn okay?"
I figured I'd go along with things for now, after all how bad could it be?  Mom 
was in a good mood and no one was going to see me. 
"Could you throw in a couple of sodas for your daughters mom?"  I asked.
Mom's face brightened up.
"I'm sure I could find a few for such nice girls!"
Rich and I sent into the room and turned on a movie. A few minutes later mom 
appeared with a large bowl of popcorn and several cans of soda. While she was 
waiting for the popcorn to be ready she had changed into a nightgown herself. I 
looked up at her and smiled, for the rest of the evening we w
ere three girls laughing and having a great time!
The movie finally ended and mom sent us to brush our teeth and get ready for 
bed. I had forgotten all about what I was wearing until I was about to shut the 
bathroom door. You see the door had  a full length mirror and as it shut I saw 
my reflection. I suddenly remembered that I had willingly sp
ent the last couple of hours in girl's PJ's and underwear and had a good time! 
There was nothing I could do about it now and it was a fun evening so I got 
ready to do what I had gone in to the bathroom for in the first place.
I was about to pull down the front of my bottoms and panties when an odd 
thought popped into my mind.
What the heck, I thought as I turned my back to the toilet. I pulled my bottoms 
and panties down to my knees then sat down like a girl. It was different 
looking down at my legs and seeing the sheer PJ's and nylon panties but it sure 
was a fun night!
The next morning I was confused for a second or two over my clothes but nature 
called so once again I found myself sitting on the bowl looking at a pair of 
pink girl's underpants and PJ's. I started rubbing my legs through the fabric 
noticing how nice it felt. I heard mom moving around so withou
t changing I went downstairs looking for breakfast.
Rich was already there, still in his PJ's of course, and mom was happy to see 
that I was still in mine. 
"I hope you girls got a good night sleep,"  mom said cheerily. " We girls have 
got a lot to do today. First we're going to church, then a quick lunch, then a 
fun afternoon of shopping!"
I was afraid to ask but I wanted to make sure.
"Uh mom, "  I asked. "You're not thinking of taking me out dressed like this 
are you? You promised no one would find out!"
"Don't be ridiculous!"  Mom said to my relief. "I made a promise to you and 
I'll keep it."
Just as I started to relax mom took my breath away.
"You'll be just another cute girl shopping with her mom and sister!"
"But mom, you promised!"
"I promised no one would ever find out and they wont, now finish eating so I 
can help you girls get ready!"
Mom and Rich finished eating and set off to get ready leaving me to sit and 
wonder what was about to happen to me. I had  only a few bites left so I didn't 
have to wonder for long.  
Rich had already had a shower and mom was helping him dress when I got back to 
our room. He was standing there in a pair of white tights, his ruffled and 
flowered panties clearly visible under the tights. Mom pulled a full length 
white slip over his head then adjusted straps on his shoulders to 
make the slip a little shorter. Once she got the slip just right she helped 
Rich into a cream colored dress with big pink roses on it. The dress had what 
looked like a lacy white bib with a small pink rose on it and a wide lace trim 
all around the bottom.
The look on my brother's face said it all, he was thrilled to be all prettied 
up! When mom finished smoothing out the dress she had him turn around so she 
could button the back. She fastened the last button and told him to look at 
himself in the mirror.
"Thank you mom!" He gushed in a high pitched giggle. "It's  so pretty!"
Mom came over to fix his hair but had to wait a few minutes until he finished 
twirling around in front of the mirror. Sure enough, after a few minute's work 
I had a cute little sister again.
There was no point in asking him if he felt silly, it was obvious that he was 
thrilled with the way he looked. I didn't want to cause a fight so I figured 
I'd make mom happy too.
"You look really nice Rich,"  I said trying to be nice. "That's a really cute 
dress!" 
"Do you really like it?"  Mom asked somewhat surprised.
The dress was nice and Rich did look cute so what the heck!
"Sure, and he really makes a cute girl when he's all dressed up like that." 
I'm really glad you think it's a nice dress," Mom said as she gave me a kiss on 
the cheek. "It was part of a 'Sisters' set, you get the 'Big Sister' one of 
course!"
Mom pointed to my bed and I swallowed hard. Laid out on my bed was an identical 
dress with a slip, a bra, and white stockings! Mom handed me a pair of pale 
yellow panties and told me to take a quick shower. When I was done she'd help 
me with the rest of my underwear and dress.
I took the panties from mom and went into the shower wondering if there was any 
way out.  I thought of climbing out of the bathroom window and running away but 
I was still wearing my new PJ's and the bathroom was on the second floor.  
There was only one way out and that meant mom and a dress!
I stalled around as much as I could but mom threatened to come in and help me. 
I quickly finished my shower and dried myself off.
I had  no other choice so I picked up the panties and pulled them on. I noticed 
that they seemed so much thinner than my old underwear.  Even the PJ's I had 
worn last night had felt so different, they were so light and really 
comfortable to sleep in! I wondered if Rich could be right about how t
he other clothes felt?  What would it feel like to wear stockings or a dress? I 
was going to find out soon enough!
As soon as I got out of the bathroom mom had me hold my arms out in front of so 
she could put my bra on me. She slid the straps over my arms then fastened it 
in the back. Once she finished she adjusted the straps to make it fit better 
against my chest.
"This is padded a bit to give girls your age a lit help in the chest area."  
She explained. "It'll give you just the right amount of chest for your age."
"Can I wear one too?" Rich asked anxiously.
"You're still a little young yet,"  Mom explained. "It'll be a few years before 
you'll be needing one."
"I'll let him have mine!"  I volunteered. "No problem at all!"
"People will think it's odd for you not to be wearing a bra."  Mom said 
patiently. "Do you really want them to stare at you?"
Mom made sense, I didn't want anyone to look too closely at me. She promised no 
one would know and I'd have to trust her. 
"You're right ,"  I sighed. "Go ahead, do what you have to do."
Mom smiled and kissed me  on the head telling me it wouldn't be so bad. That 
was easy for her to think, she was supposed to wear these things!
Next mom had me sit on the edge of my bed as she showed me how to put on my 
pantyhose. It was a little tough to get them up but after a few minute's 
struggle I was able to pull them completely up to my waist. 
The slip came next, it was pale yellow, just like my panties and bra and 
trimmed with lace. Mom helped me get it over my head then just as she had done 
for Rich she adjusted the straps until the slip was just a few inches above my 
knees. I stood there staring at my legs all covered in white nylo
n sticking out past the lace on my slip. Yesterday  I had called my brother a 
sissy and today I'm his big sister!
Mom slid the dress over my head, straightened it out,  then buttoned the back.  
I felt sort of trapped, there was no way I could reach around and unbutton the 
dress to take it off.  Until mom was ready to take it off of me I was stuck!
Mom pulled out a pair of low heeled white shoes for me to wear then had me walk 
back and forth to get the hang of them. The heel on the shoes wasn't very high 
but it still felt a little odd compared to my regular shoes. I made several 
trips across the room before mom had me sit down at  the dres
ser to do my hair.
Once again she took a brush and dryer to my hair, first brushing one way then 
the other. She said this would add a little more lift to my hair making it look 
better.  Finishing with the brush and dryer she picked up a curling iron and 
spent several minutes winding and unwinding my hair around it
. Finally she decided that she had done all she could and let me look in the 
mirror.
I'm not sure how she did it by sure enough the boy was gone again and the cute 
girl was back. As a  little extra touch she clipped yellow lace bows into our 
hair then gave each of us a pair of yellow earrings to clip onto our ears. 
Standing side by side Rich and I looked every bit like sisters d
ressed for a Sunday outing. 
Mom went to get ready leaving me to wonder how  a little joke on my brother had 
ended with me becoming his big sister. 



End of part one.

Next - Girl's day out!
BIGSIS2.TXT

I'm the Big Sister
by 
Karen Elizabeth L. (KarenTV720)

Things had really gone from bad to worse, I thought.  A little joke played on 
my brother Rich had gotten me a pair of girl's PJ's and underwear to sleep in 
last night. Today I was all prettied up to spend a day with mom as her daughter 
and Rich's big sister!
I felt really dumb standing around in a dress and girl's underwear but that was 
nothing compared to the sick feeling in my stomach when I thought about what 
was to come.
Why did mom want to take two boys to church, lunch, and shopping dressed as 
little girls? What would people think when they saw us? What if my friends 
found out? I couldn't refuse to go, mom would probably just drag me out to the 
car and make me go. I sure as heck couldn't change cl
othes, the dress I had on was buttoned up the back and no matter how hard I 
tried I couldn't reach around to unbutton it.  I had to sort of 'throw myself 
on the mercy of the court', or in this case mom, and hope everything worked 
out. 
Rich was driving me crazy. He kept dancing and twirling around to make his 
dress flare out. I was upset enough over seeing myself in a dress and 
stockings, the last thing I wanted to see were the slip and panties I was 
wearing underneath!
Mom finally finished dressing and called us to come downstairs to finish 
getting ready. Rich ran down the steps only to have mom tell him to go back up 
and act like a young lady.  I wasn't in any hurry to get there and besides, I 
wasn't taking any chances wearing shoes with a heel o
n them.
Mom gave us one last inspection before handing each of us a white knit sweater 
and white purses.  Curious I opened my purse to see what was inside. Mom had 
thought of everything;  a small brush and comb set, some tissues, a little 
mirror, and a change purse with some money in it.  S
he had even included a small bottle of cologne some of the girls at school 
liked!  Mom made sure that I had  everything a girl could want whether I wanted 
it or not!
The trip to church seemed to take seconds even though it was pretty far from 
where we lived.  I didn't want to get out of the car but mom held my hand and 
told me to smile and relax and everything would be fine. Surprisingly enough 
she was right!
As we walked into the church I thought everyone was going to turn and stare at 
me but except for a couple of boys no one did. When we came to a pew mom 
gestured for me to go in first. I smiled at the lady sitting near me as I slid 
in and she smiled and went back to reading her praye
r book. I was doing a whole lot of praying myself, praying that we wouldn't see 
anyone we knew!
The service finally ended and I couldn't wait to get back to our car. I wanted 
to push and shove my way through the crowd and run to the car but I remembered 
mom telling Rich to act like a lady.  I didn't want to attract too much 
attention to myself so I forced myself to walk slowly
 and calmly to the car. Once inside though I  felt a sense of relief.  I had 
done it! I had fooled a whole church full of people! Now if only my luck held 
up the rest of the day!
Mom and Rich were teasing me as we drove to lunch. They seemed to think it was 
funny the way those boys had looked at me in church.  I didn't see anything 
funny at all, I felt silly wearing girl's clothes and the last thing I wanted 
was to have other boys think I was cute!
 By the time we got to the restaurant I found that I needed to use the bathroom 
really badly. I knew I couldn't use the men's room looking the way I did but I 
was too scared to use the Ladies room. Mom came to my rescue by suggesting that 
the three of us make the trip together. 
We had to wait in line for several minutes before we could use the restroom and 
I was getting nervous. Church was bad enough but now I was waiting with real 
girls to get into a place I had no business going into! If someone noticed 
anything wrong in there I'd probably be taken off t
o jail or something!
Mom sensed my mood and whispered for me to relax.
"You're a pretty girl, no one's ever going to know!"
She smoothed my hair a little and put her arm around me making me feel much 
better.  I gave her the best smile I could come up with and told her that I 
loved her.  She was keeping her promise and everything would be okay. 
It took a couple of seconds for me to figure out just what I had to do once I 
got into a stall, after all I wasn't used to having to pull things up and other 
things down just to use the bathroom! After I finished I pulled my panties and 
stockings up, lowered my slip and dress and st
epped out to see mom and Rich waiting for me. Mom smoothed my dress out then 
suggested that take a few moments to fix myself up.  
I took the brush out of my purse and carefully brushed any stray hairs back 
into place again. It seemed so easy to do and in just a few moments I looked 
pretty again. I could see mom standing behind me smiling at how well I had 
done. As I put the brush back and went to close my purs
e mom stepped over and stopped me. She reached into my purse and pulled out the 
bottle of cologne she had placed there.
"Do you mind?"  She asked sweetly.
"Be my guest,"  I muttered.
I was busy looking at myself in the mirror and thought that she wanted to put 
some on herself.  I soon realized the importance of paying closer attention to 
what mom said for the next thing I knew she was spraying me with cologne!
  "What are you doing?"  I gasped. 
Mom looked at me with an innocent expression.
"You said it was okay."  
"I thought you meant on you! I don't want any of that stuff on me!"
"Oh come on now, lots of girls your age wear cologne. It's part of growing up!"
"But I'm not a girl!"  I said in as hushed a tone as possible.
"Just play along for the day, please?"  Mom pleaded.  "I promise it'll be fun!"
Looking into mom's eyes I knew I couldn't refuse her. Anyhow, what's a little 
cologne when I  was already standing in the Ladies rest room wearing a dress?
"I'm sorry mom," I said softly. "Can we go eat now?"
We left the rest room and were shown to a table. The waitress came over to take 
our order and smiled when she saw the way Rich and I were dressed.
"You girls really look so sweet with matching dresses, out for a Sunday 
afternoon with mom?"
I was afraid to say anything but Rich spoke right up.
"We just came from church and after lunch we're going shopping!"
I thought for sure the waitress would recognize Rich as a boy after he spoke 
but it never happened.
"Well I'm sure you ladies will have fun!"  She said cheerfully as she let to 
place our order.
"See!"  Mom whispered excitedly. "I told you girls you were cute! Now do you 
believe me?"
Rich was grinning from ear to ear. I was amazed, everyone who met us thought we 
were girls! The woman I sat next to in church was fooled, all the women waiting 
in line for the ladies room, and now even this waitress! I guess mom had done a 
heck of a job making me and my brother into
 girls!
 "I believe you mom,"  I said still shocked at being thought of as a girl.  " I 
don't understand it, but I believe you!"
I wanted a triple decker cheeseburger for lunch but mom ordered me a single 
cheeseburger saying that young ladies just don't eat triple decked 
cheeseburgers.  To make things worse I had to take small, girl type bites when 
I was starving! I could see some definite problems with being
 a girl already!
During lunch mom brought up the subject of what to call me and Rich since our 
boy's names just didn't fit the lovely young girls we had become. She said that 
she'd call us by the girl's names she and dad had picked out before we were 
born. Rich was to be Rebecca Ann or Becky, and I 
was to be called Cynthia Marie or Cindy!
Rich seemed happy to be called Becky but I wasn't sure about being called 
Cindy. After all, Cindy was such a girl's name if you know what I mean.  Some 
names like Bobbie, Pat, or even Sue weren't so bad but Cindy seemed so frilly 
and stuff  like that.  Of course my opinion wasn't go
ing to matter so I figured I best get used to being called Cindy.
After lunch we made one more trip to the ladies room which went a lot smoother 
than the first. Maybe I was getting used to being Cindy or something but I 
didn't feel at all odd about going in alone this time. Of course it still 
wasn't simple fixing my dress, slip, stockings, and pan
ties but knowing what I had to do made it just a little easier.
I finished in the ladies room and met mom and Rich, or should I say Becky, at 
the doors. As we walked to the car I wondered what mom had in mind for us when 
we got to the mall. Was were just going to walk around or would she expect us 
to try on clothes? I remember Becky saying that 
he and mom had spent an entire afternoon trying on outfits in different stores 
is I figured that's what I'd have to do too. 
As we drove to the mall I realized that for some strange reason I was getting a 
kick out of all of this. It was like riding a roller coaster, when it started 
down a steep hill I was scared, yet when it reached the bottom I couldn't wait 
to do it again. When we went into church this 
morning I was scared to death yet when it was all over I felt excited! Waiting 
to go into the rest room scared me again but coming out I felt excited again. I 
was fooling everyone we met and to tell the truth it was fun!
We went straight to the dress department of the first store we came to in the 
mall and mom began to act like a kid in a candy store. She held up one dress 
after another for Becky and me to look at and comment on.  I was really pumped 
up by then and soon I was going through the racks
 of clothes looking at different outfits.
Mom found a yellow short set for Becky to try on and my new little sister was 
off to the dressing room in a flash! She had to wait for mom though since his 
dress also buttoned up the back. In a few minutes Becky came back out modeling 
the shorts and top mom picked out. It was tough 
to believe that this was my little brother, the one who cried his eyes out when 
 I first made him wear mom's clothes. He didn't have his shoes or tights on but 
he was the picture of a nine year old girl!
Mom concentrated on Becky for a while giving him different shorts, dresses and 
even bathing suits to try on.  Becky was thrilled, he giggled, carried on, and 
twirled around in every single dress he tried on. I was beginning to feel a 
little left out by then so I found a short, flare
d, skirt in hot pink with a white top to try on. Of course mom was thrilled to 
come in with me to get me unbuttoned, I think it was the high point of her day!
I slipped my arms out of my dress and carefully hung it up on a hook. Taking 
the skirt from the hanger I stepped into it and pulled it up. I pulled the top 
on and looked at myself in the mirror. Just a few hours ago I was horrified at 
being seen in public wearing girl's clothes. Now
 I was admiring myself in a skirt and top I had picked out! 
Mom and Becky both thought I looked great in the skirt, it was short and my 
white stockings seemed to look really sharp with the red in the skirt. I found 
a spot where I'd be in the center of several mirrors so I could see how I 
looked from the back. Just then a sales clerk came ove
r to us.
"She looks great in that, don't you think?"  The clerk asked mom. "That's a 
really popular outfit among girl's her age."
"She's right Cindy!"  Mom said. "You could really use some pretty outfits!"
That was certainly true, the only pretty outfit I owned was the dress I had  
worn today but then again how many did I really need? No matter how cute I 
looked I was still a twelve year old boy and had no use for pretty outfits. 
Once again though my feelings didn't matter and I walke
d out of the store with a new skirt, top, a half slip, and red shoes to go with 
them! The roller coaster was going faster but I wasn't sure I wanted off!
We stopped at a few more shops after that and at each store Becky and I tried 
on different outfits for mom's approval. I was having so much fun that I 
couldn't believe it! Here I was a twelve year old boy all dolled up like a 
girl, trying on girl's clothes in front of everyone and n
o one knew it!  My brother and I were trying on all kinds of dresses, skirts, 
bathing suits, and shorts! The dressing rooms were crowded with women helping 
their daughters try on outfits but Becky and I were treated just like any other 
girls!
By the end of the afternoon Becky and I had each tried on at least twenty 
different outfits and used the ladies room three more times. It really was like 
a roller coaster ride for me, a little bit of fear but a whole lot of 
excitement!
We left the mall with my new skirt and top and Becky's short set. There were 
all kinds of other outfits we thought were nice but we had  to leave them 
behind. After all we couldn't show up at school on Monday morning wearing 
dresses. I wondered if  I could get away with going somepl
ace where I was known dressed as Cindy. It seemed like a really exciting idea 
but I knew I didn't have the guts to try!
When we got home that afternoon Rich and I were giggling like a couple of girls 
who were sharing a special secret. Mom unbuttoned our dresses and we ran off to 
our room to change into our new outfits.  I carefully took my dress off and 
placed it on a hanger mom had given me. Rich an
d I stopped for a second, looked at each other wearing slips and stockings, 
then broke up laughing! Mom came in just as Rich and I began to hug each other 
and snapped our picture.
"You can't imagine how happy it makes me to see you two getting along with each 
other!"  She said, tears coming to her eyes. "You seem to make better sisters 
than you do brothers!"
"You are a sweet little sister you know Becky."  I  joked, all the while 
holding onto my pretty little brother.
"You're kind of nice yourself Cindy!"  Rich replied, hugging me tight. "Thanks 
for coming with us today!"
I told mom how I thought it was like a roller coaster ride and that I really 
did have fun. She suggested that Rich and I finish getting dressed then meet 
her downstairs to talk about our day. I didn't care what she might have to say, 
it had been the most exciting day of my life!

The End 
(More to come!)

BIGSIS3.TXT


I'm the Big Sister (Part 3)
by
Karen Elizabeth L. (KarenTV720)


Rich and I finished changing, he wore his new shorts while I pulled on my new 
skirt and top, then went to talk with mom.
Mom explained that she and Rich had talked after she caught him wearing her 
nightgown. He cried and cried until mom finally told him that she really wasn't 
mad at him. Once he calmed down he told her that ever since that day when I 
made him wear her clothes he'd been sneaking some o
f her clothes to wear and playing with her makeup. Rich said that he liked the 
way mom's underwear felt and thought it would be really neat to be a girl.
Mom told him that lot's of little boys go through a stage when they dress up in 
their mom's clothes and that it wasn't such a big deal.  She told him that he 
could wear some of her old clothes whenever they were alone if he was good. 
From then on, whenever I wasn't home Rich would dress up in mom's stuff and 
pretend he was a little girl.  He and mom had such a good time that she would 
sometimes buy him girl's underwear  and stuff until he finally he could dress 
like any other girl his age. If I was staying at a 
friend's house for a night Rich would get to wear a nightgown and girl's 
underwear after a bubble bath.  
Rich became so good at pretending he was a girl that one day mom asked if he'd 
like to try going shopping as a girl. Mom said that if he wanted to try she'd 
dress him up and they'd go somewhere where she wasn't know and spend the day 
shopping. Mom told him that it wouldn't take much
 to make him look like a little girl and they'd have a really fun time shopping 
as mother and daughter.
Rich didn't need much convincing and one weekend  when I was going to be 
staying at a friends house they made their plans.  That Saturday, mom got Rich 
all done up in a pink sundress with all of the necessary underwear, knee socks, 
and shoes, fixed his hair to make him look more lik
e a girl. When she was satisfied they went to lunch and spent the afternoon 
trying on dresses at the mall. Mom said Rich was a big hit with everyone 
fussing over him and saying how cute he looked in different outfits! Not a 
single person ever realized that he was really a boy in a d
ress!
They had been on several outings before I happened to catch him dressed up that 
day.  Sometimes they went  shopping at a mall, sometimes to a movie, and once 
he even spent an afternoon playing with some real girls in a park!
When I teased him the day I caught him mom was afraid I'd say something that 
would hurt and embarrass Rich so she decided something would have to be done. 
She finally decided that I'd never tell anyone about Rich's dressing up if I 
was doing it too so she bought the 'Sister' dresses
,  PJ's, and underwear for me!
She gave each of us pictures of the other one all dressed up to keep either of 
us from squealing about the other. I looked at the pictures of Rich wearing his 
frilly PJ's, Rich standing there in a pair of ruffled panties and a girl's 
undershirt, and Rich in his 'Little Sister' dress
. 
"Here Becky,"  I said, offering them to Rich. "You can have these, I'll never 
tell. I promise."
Rich thanked me for the pictures then gave me the pictures of me that he had.
"Thanks Cindy,"  He said. "I promise I wont either!"
We modeled our new outfits for mom then went to change into our PJ's. I decided 
not to wear my PJ's again even though they were so comfortable. Instead I 
changed into a long, thin, white nightgown that had a ruffled bottom and was 
decorated with tiny pink flowers. I felt so cool and
 comfortable and it looked so pretty on me!
Mom and her daughters spent the rest of the evening watching movies and eating 
popcorn in our nightgowns!
The next morning Rich and I went off to school as a couple of boys but neither 
of us could forget what had happened over the weekend. Rich asked if  I really 
liked it and if we could go out again sometime. I told him that even though it 
was scary, I really did have a good time but I
 didn't think we'd do it much more. After all, we couldn't afford to buy 
clothes we couldn't wear and I only had two outfits to wear. Of course if mom 
didn't mind maybe we could play dress up in some of her old clothes at home! 
Rich was sure mom wouldn't mind and promised to pick ou
t some really nice stuff for me to try on. He promised it would be a blast and 
I believed him!
We never got a chance to play dress up during the week although we did wear our 
PJ's every night and whenever we were alone called each other Becky and Cindy. 
When Friday came though we were both looking forward to having some fun, mom 
had already okayed using her old clothes and Ri
ch had several different things for me to try on!
The first thing Rich had  for me was sort of a cross between a pair of shorts 
and a skirt. It looked like a skirt but had legs like shorts. Rich wanted me to 
wear it with a pair of stockings and one of mom's old tops to see if  I'd look 
like mom did. 
We quickly took off our school clothes and while I started to put on the outfit 
Rich picked for me he put on his sundress. It felt pretty nice to put panties 
on again and the stockings felt great too!
Rich helped me hook my bra in the back then stopped me before I could pull on 
the top to the outfit. Smiling he stuffed the bra with several wads of tissue 
until the front stuck out from my chest.
"Don't you think you're overdoing it?"  I giggled. 
"Just trying to make you look more like a grown up lady that's all!"  Laughed 
Rich.
I looked grown up all right, up and out too! I pulled on the top and stood 
there as Rich looked me over. He seemed to think I looked good enough so I went 
to our dresser where he had a bunch of makeup mom let us use. I had watched mom 
put on her makeup so I did my best to imitate he
r. Somehow though it wasn't quite the same.
"Looks like you could use a little help young lady!"  Laughed mom as she came 
into the room. "Not bad for your first try though!"
M<om put some liquid makeup on my face then smoothed it out all over. Next she 
brushed on a little blusher across my cheeks and used some mascara on my 
eyebrows. She found some eyeshadow to match the pink top I was wearing and some 
pink lipstick to match. She let me fix my own hair 
and when I was done I could see the difference right away.
I still had short hair but it looked pretty nice and mom's makeup job had made 
me beautiful! I was really happy with the way I looked especially since I could 
easily pass for a sixteen year old girl now! Rich told me I was a really pretty 
girl and mom rushed for her camera. 
Mom took a couple of pictures of me alone then took more of me and Rich. We 
were having a great time when mom rushed out of the room saying there was 
something she wanted to get. A couple of minutes later she was back holding a 
long dress all wrapped in plastic.
"When I was fourteen I was a junior bridesmaid in my favorite aunt's wedding."  
She explained. "I saved this dress hoping that I'd have a daughter who could 
wear it. Looks like that time has finally come!"
Mom unwrapped the dress and Rich and I both took a deep breath. The dress was 
so pretty; pale red with  a long pleated skirt and lace covering the top. Thin 
straps held it up and a sheer red cape went over it. I thought mom must have 
looked so pretty in that dress and wondered if  I
'd look just as nice. 
I took off the skirt and top I was wearing so mom could help me on with the 
gown. She pulled half the tissues out of my bra saying that I didn't need to be 
quite so big. She went back to her room for something she said I needed and 
came back with a strapless bra.
"You can't wear a regular bra with this type of dress Cindy,"  She explained as 
if talking to a girl. "For these kind of dresses you'll need a strapless one."
She unhooked me and helped me out of my bra then placed hers around my chest 
and fastened it. The cups were much stiffer than the ones in mine but mom said 
that's what helped the bra stay up. She added some tissue to fill it out then 
had me step into the gown.
After I pulled it up and put the straps over my shoulders I had to lift the 
bottom to pull down my slip which had gotten pulled up with the dress. Mom 
asked Rich to go to her room and get her long slip so that the dress would look 
just right on me. 
Once I had  the slip on and the dress smoothed out mom put the cape around my 
shoulders and buttoned it for me. She changed my makeup to look better with the 
dress then let me see myself in a mirror.
I looked great! Even with my short hair mom had turned me into a pretty young 
girl ready to be in a wedding!
Rich was thrilled with the job mom had done on me and asked if she had any old 
outfits that he could wear.
Mom thought for a few moments then said she thought she had just the thing. She 
told Rich to put on his slip and white stockings and she'd be right back.
Mom came back holding something else all wrapped in plastic. Taking off the 
plastic she handed Rich a fancy white dress that she had worn for a church 
ceremony when she was about his age. 
Rich's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked over the dress and I 
thought his face would crack from his huge grin!
The dress was pure white with short puffy sleeves, a pattern sewn into the 
bottom half, three small pearl buttons at the top and a sash that tied in the 
back. An extra bonus for Rich was that when the dress had been put away the 
slip mom wore had been packed away with it along with 
a pair of white socks with lace at the top!  Rich took off his sundress and 
quickly pulled on the s white socks mom gave him before pulling the fluffy slip 
over his head.  Mom pulled the dress over his head, smoothed it over his slip, 
buttoned him up and tied the sash. My little bro
ther was gone, replaced by the cutest, most adorable little girl in the whole 
world! 
Mom was busy clicking away with the camera and telling us how pretty we both 
looked.  As soon as she finished up one roll of film she quickly popped in 
another one until she had gone through three packs of film!  I asked what she 
was going to do with all of the pictures and she said
 that she wanted to make an album of when her girls were little.  I thought it 
would be a great idea to be able to look back and remember all of the fun we 
had but was a little worried that someone might accidentally see the pictures. 
I was having a ball pretending to be a girl and 
fooling everyone but I didn't want anyone to see those pictures! 
We finally had to take of our pretty outfits since mom insisted they were too 
good to play in. She did however promise that when we went to church on Sunday 
Rich could wear the pretty white dress and I'd wear my new outfit.
I didn't know what to think, I secretly wanted to dress up again but I wondered 
where mom would stop. Sooner or later we'd get bored of the mall and then what? 
Would mom try taking us closer to home to see if we could fool people who knew 
us? There wasn't much for us to do besides p
laying dress up at home and there were only so many outfits we could wear. I 
figured that one more day of pretending to be a girl wouldn't be too bad though 
and I really wanted a chance to wear my new outfit in public!
The rest of Friday evening was another slumber party as we sat around in 
nightgowns watching television  and eating popcorn. Mom livened things up a 
little by showing us how to do our nails. I suppose that anyone seeing us would 
have found it strange for two boys to be dressed in ni
ghtgowns and doing their nails but believe me it was so exciting! Rich put pink 
nail polish on his toe nails and red on his finger nails but I stuck with a 
pretty shade of red for everything. It took several tries but we finally got 
the hang of it and were soon taking turns doing ea
ch others nails. 
It wasn't long before I started to think that being a girl was so much more fun 
than being a boy. All the times I went shopping with mom as Mike were boring 
compared to the one time I had gone as Cindy. All I could do as Mike was to try 
on one plain pair of pants and a shirt after a
nother. As Cindy though I got to try on skirts, dresses, slacks, swimsuits, 
shorts, and tops. 
Some of the outfits were for everyday wear and some were dressy but they were 
all so much more colorful than my regular clothes and there were so many 
different types of fabrics to choose from! Even if I decided to wear a plain 
outfit I could always wear pretty underwear under it! I
 could wear socks or I could wear stockings which felt so nice and soft and 
made me feel really funny inside! Nothing I ever wore before did that to me.
The next day I went back to being a boy, playing baseball and hanging out with 
the other guys like I usually did. Sometimes though I found that I was looking 
at the other guys and wondering what they'd look like in dresses. 
I decided that most of my friends probably wouldn't make very nice looking 
girls but that one or two of them might look cute if they had a different 
hairstyle. It never occurred to me before but that day I couldn't seem to stop 
wondering what other boys might look like in girl's clo
thes! They would have probably beat the crap out of me if they knew what I was 
thinking but it was fun!
Saturday night of course found me in my harem girl PJ's and panties helping 
Rich do his nails and playing with mom's old makeup. I did a better job on my 
face than the first time but still no where near as nice as when mom had done 
my makeup for me. We also took turns trying to set 
each other's hair in curlers but neither of us had long enough hair for that  
so we had to settle for bangs and short styles.
Sunday morning finally came and Rich and I practically tore through breakfast 
so we could get dressed for church. Rich decided not to wear stockings, he said 
he wanted to be able to feel how his pretty new slip felt against bare legs. I 
helped him button up and did his sash and whil
e mom did his hair I got dressed.
I put on a pair of tan stockings, my half slip and a bra, then pulled on my 
skirt and top. Mom offered to do my hair but I wanted to try myself and after 
trying several styles I finally decided on a style I thought looked good. I 
parted my hair in the center then used a curling iron
 to make it curl under and away from my face. Once I got that part just right I 
added bangs and gave them a little touch of the curling iron too. 
Mom said I did a great job on my hair and asked if I'd do Rich's too. I was 
only too happy to help especially since Rich's hair was a little longer and I 
thought I could really make him look pretty! 
I brushed a little, curled a little, brushed some more, then curled some more 
and before long Rich was gone and Becky was back! Rich was thrilled with the 
way I did his hair and gave me a great big hug. Mom as usual just sat back 
happy to see how well her daughters got along!
After Rich and I were all ready mom changed into a pretty dress and we went off 
to church. There weren't any boys checking me out which made me feel a little 
sad. I thought I looked awfully cute in my new outfit and I wanted someone to 
appreciate it! 
Rich of course turned out to be the center of attention with all of the women 
we passed smiling at him. Since the girls from that church had just gone 
through the same ceremony many of them wore dresses similar to the one Rich was 
wearing.  During the service I looked around at the 
other little girls trying to see if any of them were really boys. If there were 
I couldn't tell, maybe their mom's were as good as mine.
As we drove to the mall after church I mentioned to mom that I had  been trying 
to see if any of the other girls in church were really boys. She seemed to 
think it was a cute idea to check out other girls, surely there must be other 
boys like us out there! Rich agreed and we decided
 to make a point of looking for other pretty boys!
We stopped at a little restaurant for brunch on the way to the mall and our 
first stop of course was the ladies room. It wasn't crowded so we were able to 
get right in which I was happy about. After finishing in the stall I went to 
the mirror to fix my hair when mom started to laugh
. It was a good thing that the restroom was empty, when I had pulled my 
stockings back up I had accidentally gotten my skirt and slip caught in them. 
From the front I looked fine but the back of my skirt and slip were up to my 
waist creating one heck of a draft! Good thing mom was t
here to help!
After eating we drove to a different shopping center hoping to find some spring 
outfits for Becky and me to try on. We found a store that had rack after rack 
of spring dresses and my sister and I went nuts looking for something we liked. 
We each ended up with six outfits we thought 
were just right and went to try them on.
I was on my third outfit, a pink jumper and a white jersey, and was on my way 
to model it for mom when another girl passed me going into the dressing rooms. 
She looked so familiar that for a moment I got really scared. What if she was 
someone who knew me from school and recognized m
om? What if she saw me with mom and started to wonder who the two girls with 
mom were? I found mom as fast as I could, told her about what had happened and 
said that we should leave. Mom thought that leaving was probably a good idea so 
I went back to change and ran into that girl as
 she came out of the dressing rooms. I tried not to look at her but for some 
reason I just had to take one more glance. 
There was something about her face that made me uncomfortable, I knew her from 
somewhere but couldn't figure out where. She glanced at me at the same time and 
seemed to have a confused look on her face. Then she turned and hurried away 
after one more backward glance.
I put my skirt and top back on then had to wait a little while until Becky 
finished getting changed. I stayed as far away from the dressing rooms as I 
could to avoid the girl I had seen and we left as soon as Becky was ready.
Mom promised to take us to another store to shop but I was too upset to shop 
any more. What if that girl recognized me? How would I explain to my friends 
why I was in the girl's dressing room with a dress on? I was a nervous wreck 
all because I thought it would be fun to fool people
. Looks like once again the joke's on me!
I thought about that girl all of the way home. I was sure I knew her, I just 
couldn't seem to figure out who she was though.  As I remembered what she 
looked like I felt upset and relaxed at the same time. She was someone I knew I 
was sure of that, and she was someone I  felt happy 
about. 
I never did figure out who the girl was but at least I was sure she wasn't a 
girl in my class or someone who lived in the neighborhood. Her face was so 
familiar to me but I couldn't put a name to it if my life depended on it! I 
just hoped she didn't recognize me but yet she did turn
 around and look at me as I walked away.
As soon as we got home I ran to my room and took off all of my girl's clothes, 
changed my hair style, and quickly put my boy's stuff back on. I had a lot of 
fun pretending to be a girl but now I might be in real trouble. I figured I'd 
find the other guys and if anyone asked I could 
say I was with them all day. I'd say that I'd never been to that store, didn't 
even know where it was!
When I came home for dinner Rich was wearing a sundress, girl's socks and 
sneakers, while helping mom get ready for dinner. Maybe he hadn't learned a 
lesson from the store but I sure had. It would be a cold day you know where 
before I put a dress on again!
During dinner Rich asked if I'd like to play dress up later. I told him that I 
never intended to play that game again and that if he had any brains he'd stop 
it too!
Rich seemed ready to cry. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, I was just trying 
to help! 
"I'm sorry Rich."  I said. "I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just upset about the 
girl at the mall. Aren't you afraid someone will recognize you?"
"Calm down Cindy."  Mom said attempting to get me to relax. "I doubt that girl 
really knows who you are. After all, you can't seem to remember her!"
"Please don't call me that mom!"  I begged. "I don't want to be Cindy ever 
again!"
Rich seemed to think that I was crazy to give up on such a fun game and I 
couldn't be really sure I wasn't. I just wanted everyone to think of me as a 
normal boy. That way even if that girl was someone I knew she'd never think it 
was really me.
Weeks went by and I never wore any girl's clothes. It wasn't easy, whenever I 
saw girls in my class all dressed up I thought about dressing up myself.  Every 
time I saw my dress or skirt I thought about how much fun I had and how 
exciting it was when I wore them.  I asked mom to tak
e them out of there but she said that she wanted to leave them there for when 
Rich grew into them. 
No one ever did mention that store to me nor did I notice anyone looking at me 
in a funny sort of way. For a long time though every time I heard a couple of 
girls giggling I wondered if it was because of me but like I said, no one ever 
said anything so I just forgot about it.
One day though I was hanging around with a bunch of the guys when I noticed 
something odd.  We were playing a game of baseball and I was in center field 
when the batter hit a ground ball towards second base.  Jack, the kid who was 
playing second base, got set to catch it and I moved
 in behind him in case he missed. 
Jack didn't need my help though, he quickly bent over, scooped up the ball and 
threw the batter out. What got my attention though was when he bent over his 
pants rode down a little on his butt exposing the top of his underwear. His 
pink, nylon, girl's underwear!
I didn't know what to do or say but I thought it would be better if I waited 
till the game  was over and we were alone if I did say anything. No point in 
embarrassing Jack and since I'd be in back of him no one else would be likely 
to see what he was wearing.
Jack and I had know each other for years and lived fairly close to each other 
so we walked home from the game together. Once we were far enough away from 
everyone else I decided it was a good idea to warn him about his underwear 
showing.
At first Jack said  I was nuts  thinking he was wearing girl's underwear but 
after I described what I had seen he became really quiet. When he finally did 
speak he sounded scared.
"I guess you're going to tell all the other guys about me now huh?"  He asked 
quietly. "I don't suppose I could ask you not to?"
'If  I was going to say anything I wouldn't have told you first."  I explained. 
"I could've told everyone back at the field."
"Why didn't you?"  He asked in a soft voice. "I really owe you big time you 
know."
"What, tell everyone and lose the best second baseman we ever had?  I laughed.  
I'm not crazy you know!"
"I guess you think I'm queer or something right?"
"I know you're a nice guy and a  great second baseman,"  I replied. "What else 
do I need to know?"
"Don't you want to know why I'm wearing girls underwear? 
I shrugged my shoulders. Of course I wanted to know!  I wanted to know so badly 
that I was ready to burst but I had to play it cool.
"That's up to you, I was just trying to help."
Jack told me about how one Halloween when he was seven his mother thought it 
would be cute to take him to a costume party dressed like a girl. She went to 
the local thrift store and found a cute red velvet dress all trimmed in lace 
that was his size. She wanted everything to look ju
st right so she also picked out a pair of patent leather shoes and some tights. 
She was about to check out with his new costume when she saw a little girl's 
slip and some ruffled nylon panties. Needless to say Jack ended up completely 
dressed as a girl for the party.
People at the party made a big fuss over Jack telling his mom how cute he was 
and how pretty he looked in his dress.  A bunch of them were surprised that he 
was really a boy and some women even told his mother she should dress him that 
way more often. Jack was embarrassed at first b
ut soon he found that he liked being the center of attention.
He never said anything to his mom about how he felt but would sometimes sneak 
into her room, get the outfit out of a closet and try it on. A couple of months 
later  though his dad walked in on him while he was wearing the dress. His dad 
didn't yell or anything, he just told Jack to 
stay in the house and that they'd talk later with his mom. 
Jack was sure that he was in big trouble when he told his parents that he liked 
wearing the dress and that it made him feel nice.  His parents just smiled and 
told him to make sure that no one saw him dressed that way. The next day the 
dress and shoes were in his closet and the unde
rwear was in his dresser. He wore the dress around the house along with several 
others that his parents bought for him. Outside he was a normal little boy but 
inside he was a little girl who helped her mother around the house and whose 
dad bought her lots of pretty clothes.  Jack's 
dad said that he didn't really mind if Jack dressed up like a girl, it was sort 
of like having a son and daughter all in one!
Jack continued wearing girl's clothes any time he could and his parents treated 
him like a girl whenever he was dressed up. They called him Patty around the 
house and sometimes even took little trips with him as Patty. His mother taught 
him how to cook and sew and he helped her with
 the housework. His dad took him places as Jack and also as Patty and they 
always had a great time.  Sometimes Jack and his mom would get all dressed up 
and have a fun time clothes shopping as mother and daughter.
That's when it hit me, the girl in that store that I thought I knew had been 
Jack! 
"Then that was you I saw in the store!"  I blurted out in surprise.
" You couldn't have seen me!"  Jack insisted. "Mom and I were careful never to 
shop anywhere around here."
"I know, but a  couple of weeks ago you were in a store called Susan's trying 
on some clothes weren't you?"
"Yeah, I went there with mom but how could you have seen me?"  Jack asked  
puzzled.
"Remember the girl in the pink jumper that passed you as you were going into 
the dressing rooms?"
"Remember her,"  He exclaimed.  "She scared the heck out of me!  I was so sure 
I knew her from somewhere but I can't seem to figure out where!"
"You did!" I said with a grin. "I was that girl!"
"No wonder I couldn't remember who she was! I never thought she could have been 
a boy that I knew!"
I invited Jack over to see some of the pictures mom had taken of me and he was 
only too happy to accept. We agreed that we'd tell our families about each 
other so that we might be allowed to do things as Patty and Cindy. I couldn't 
wait to get home and show him the pictures.
Jack and I were in my room looking at some of the pictures when mom walked in. 
She seemed surprised that I'd show them to anyone and was even more surprised 
to find out about Patty. She saith Jack's family. 
Mom called Jack's parents and asked if they'd stop over for a little while to 
get acquainted. She thought it would be best to talk about Cindy and Patty in 
person instead of over the phone.
When Jack's parent's arrived  mom took then to the living room  and then asked 
Jack and me to come down from my room.  We were a little scared but we 
swallowed hard  and walked into the room together to face our families as Patty 
and Cindy.
Jack's parents looked at Jack in my red skirt and top then at me in my Big 
Sister dress. We had fixed each other's hair and had  even done our nails! 
Jack's dad was the first to speak.
"That's a beautiful dress you have on Cindy, and you look nice too Patty!"
Jack's mom looked us over and smiled.
"Cindy, if it's all right with your mom perhaps you could spend the night with 
Patty at our house and then us girls could go out shopping tomorrow."
Mom was all smiles.
"That sounds like fun to me! What do you think Cindy?"
I didn't answer right away, Patty and I were too busy hugging each other and 
talking about all the fun we'd have.  I decided to take along my harem girl 
PJ's and wear my Big Sister dress tomorrow. The dress seemed like such a good 
idea since I am the big sister now!


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