Hey This is my first story so I guess I should some sort of warning above. The following is a work of fiction and is for entertainment purposes only. I think thats all.

 

Becoming The Little Sister

by Jaygee

Part 2

 

When I woke up I was tucked under the blanket I had fallen asleep on top of and I realized Christian must have picked me up and moved me without waking me up. It was no large feat since I weighed less than 80 pounds. There was a teddy bear in my arms that I had been hugging in the night and when I took off the blanket I found that I was wearing my princess pajamas. Had she undressed me too?

I went to the shower and found a note that reminded me to put my braids in a plastic bag so I wouldn't mess them up. Before I'd be more than willing to get rid of them, but last night while hugging her in bed she had convinced me that they look good. As I looked in the mirror and saw them I had to admit she was right. Compared to my old shaggy mess, this looked way more... whats the word... pretty?. I took off my pajamas placed the bag over my hair and stepped into the shower. I washed myself with the soap in there and when I was done I smelled a lot like a girl. I got dressed, pulling my barbie panties on, put on a blue blouse and another pair of jeans and walked towards the kitchen.

Christian was sitting down in the kitchen reading a glamour magazine and eating oat meal. The Sunday paper was sitting on the table. She smiled and I smiled back. "Where is everybody?" I asked.

"They're in the back swimming. Do you want to join them?"

"Maybe later."

"Oh yeah. Dane. Mom wanted me to give these to you." She handed me a couple of pills. She then saw the skeptical look on my face and smiled. "Relax. They're just vitamins. We all take them." I wondered if I was becoming paranoid. I swallowed the pills.

Then I remembered. "Did you change me into my pajamas last night.

"Yeah. I didn't want you to mess up your clothes."

"But wasn't it kind of weird when you saw my you-know."

"You have to relax, Danie. We're family now."

"I guess you're right."

"By the way. Just a pointer. Your penis would look larger if you trimmed your bush more."

"What!?"

"I don't mean to get to personal, but girls like guys with bigger equitment and yours is... no offense... kind of small." It was an understatement. I was little more than two inches erect and when it was flacid it almost seemed to disappear.

"So you're saying if I shaved my pubic hair it would look bigger." I said with a hopeful voice.

"I have to be honest Dane. You'd look better with less body hair in general. Honestly if you shaved everything and trimmed your pubic hair, you'd be far more attractive."

"Really... Well... See the thing is..." I didn't know how to phrase what I was going to say but Christian gave a knowing smile.

 

"You've never shaved before." I blushed. "Don't worry Dame, it's easy. Go into the bathroom and I'll show you." I walked into the bathroom and she followed shortly bringing her pink bottle of lotion and razor. "Into the tub." I climbed into the dry bath tub and she stood outside. She then proceeded to strip me down and not just shave my legs but my arms, underarms, and even the little I had on my face. She then handed me some cubicle scissors and asked if I wanted privacy while I trimmed my pubic hair. I took her up on the offer, and as she left I examined myself in the bathroom mirror. The lotion had left me with extremely smooth feminine arms and legs and as I looked in the mirror, in combination with my pigtails small stature and now no body hair, I was now a 15 year old male who looked like a 10 year-old pre-pubescent girl.

When I finished my little hair cut, I looked down and saw that Christian was right. My penis looked slightly larger, but since it was flacid it still was only about an inch long. I slipped on my panties. I looked down and realized that if other guys wore panties there'd probably be a large bulge in front, but I was as flat as any other girl.

I went to put on my other clothes, only to realize they were gone. Christian must have taken them with her when she left the bathroom. I poked my head out the door and saw that the coast was clear, but when I made a break for the bedroom, Allison had just ran in the house. She was soaking wet and was wearing a purple bikini. She didn't quite fill it out yet but she still looked quite attractive. She didn't even seem to notice that he was only wearing panties and just said "mom wants you to come out and swim right now." I looked at her and told her I was not going to wear that bathing suit.

"Mom said you'd say that and that it wasn't a request but a demand." I still refused. "If you don't wear that bathing suit I'm going to make you." With that said she began walking towards me. I turned and ran towards the bedroom actually scared of what Allison might do. I got to the bedroom with her right behind me and tried to slam the door but she pushed it open. My first guess that she might be stronger than me proved to be correct. I tried to push her away but she held me down. I started smacking her uncontrollably as I felt tears beginning to roll down my face. She caught my arms and held them both in one hand. She had overpowered me as if I was only a small child. I was now crying histarically and she held me up and fed my legs into the swimsuit. She pulled the straps over my shoulders. The suit fit perfectly and like the panties, there was no bulge to be seen. I looked more girly than ever. I was sobbing in a pink one piece bathing suit and having my pigtails pulled by what seemed to be an older sister.

She led me outside towards the swimming pool where mom was lying on a lawn chair tanning. When she heard me crying she sat upright and told me to come to her. I ran sobbing like a little girl. When I got to her, she hugged me and for some reason I hugged her back. "What happened sweetie" she said in a voice that one would use to a baby. "Was big mean Allison being mean to my special little girl?" Suddenly she turned to Allison and her voice changed to a stern scolding. "What did you do to her!"

"Nothing! I just did what you..."

I tried to speak over my uncontrollable sobbing. "Sh-Sh-Sh-e p-pulled my hair and th-then sh-she pushed me and..."

"I DID NOT! She's a little liar."

I suddenly began to realize that they were refering to me as she, her, and a little girl. "I am n-not a l-l-little girl. I'm a b-b-b-boy."

"Yes, I know angel" mom said as she held me tighter." Then she turned back to Allison. "You should know better to pick on someone smaller than you are. I told you to help her into her bathing suit. Not make her cry! Now go to you're room Allison!" Allison stormed off. "Its okay. She's not going to hurt you anymore darling. Now do you want to go swimming with Christian." I looked over and saw Christian in the water smiling sweetly. I was still sniffling but nodded. "Okay then. You go ahead."

I watched Christian swimming graciously and felt inferior. I hadn't been in a pool since I was a little kid and I had never really learned to swim. "I turned to mom and told her. She smiled and grabbed some purple water wings. Before I knew it she had them placed over my arms, then picked me up and handed me to Christian. They were all very strong women.

When I was in the water I stopped crying. I felt so happy and secure in Christian's arms. She smiled at me and I started giggling. By the time we stopped swimming I felt much better. That night mom insisted that we watch another movie as a family. I didn't want to speak with Allison. I had finally recovered from my histarics and was now humiliated at how much I let her bother me. That night we watched the princess diaries. I loved how she started out as a bland boring person and became a princess. I identified well with the character and after watching it, I almost felt like I wanted to become a princess. I got really tired all of the sudden and mom told Christian to put me to bed. She walked me over to the bathroom. She wiped my face down with a baby wipe and then tried to help me brush my teeth. I insisted that I could do it myself though. I was 15 years old afterall. She then walked me into the bedroom, help me change into my pajamas and asked if I wanted to talk about what happened. Once again I began crying when I thought about Allison. Christian comforted me again. I realized that I was crying much more often than usual but everytime I did someone came and comforted me. Christian once again soothed me to sleep and just as I closed my eyes she handed me a doll to hold.

  

  

  

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