Dawn of Rachael

by RachaelMc

 

As I sat fully dressed in my most feminine attire, I decided it was time to relate to the world just how Rachael came to be. The following is a true story of the dawn of a new girl, namely me. So far, no one except my older sister knows anything about this. I will offer that, to some, this may seem wordy and overly detailed, but, to be told properly, I felt that it was necessary to provide every possible detail and nuance.

My given name is Richard (after a great-uncle my parents held in apparent esteem), and I am sixteen years old. I'm from a financially well-off (but certainly not "rich") family and grew up in a larger Midwestern city. I was about as typical a boy as there could be. I wasn't tall and maybe a bit on the slender side and fair of hair and skin. I was sort of athletic. I could field and throw a baseball with deftness but stunk as a hitter. I was as good a pass catcher and blocker as anyone even close to my age, but I could not throw a decent pass or run through a hole in a football line. I couldn't jump too high or dribble very well, but I was one of the best pure shooters and defenders on any basketball court. I played all three sports in both organized and other venues as well as playing and doing all the things a normal boy should do. I was, and remain, a straight "A" student with a propensity for mathematics, the sciences, and a command of the English language said to be far beyond my years. I also take many honors and college level courses even though I am but a junior in high school. Some call me intellectually "gifted". There is no way I would have ever imagined that I would be able to tell this story.

To provide for our sort of up-scale lifestyle, both of my college educated parents worked at well-paying professional jobs. That meant that, as my three-year older sister, Kim, became old enough in my parents eyes, she replaced the babysitter that we had had every day after school and during school breaks for years. However, to instill in the both of us the value of working for a living, we had daily household chores that were required to be done properly and on time in order to receive what many might say was a rather generous allowance. It was that arrangement and fate that brought about the emergence of Rachael.

During June of the summer of my twelfth year, my sister and I were doing laundry which was that day's chore. For a teen-aged sister and younger brother we were rather close and, surprisingly, fairly good friends and shared a lot with each other. I guess that was because we spent so much time together. I guess I should mention that Kim was and is what I guess one could call a very pretty girl of the cheerleader sort with beautiful long blond hair and a very fair complexion. She also had quite a figure for a sixteen year old with everything appropriately curvy but nothing really big or out of place, and she has great legs. We had long ago agreed to get our daily tasks out of the way as early as possible so that we could do whatever we wished later in the day without any concerns. It was midmorning, and we were sorting and folding the clothes to be put away. We had to do the laundry for the entire family, so there was a little of everything in the mix, and, for some few years, I had simply regarded any piece of clothing just as any other. I have no explanation as to why, but, out of the blue, I found myself taking special notice of the undergarments that belonged to both my mother and sister among the piles of clothing. Never before had I ever given them even so much as a thought, but, today, they seemed to be causing some strange reactions deep inside me.

As I plucked a pair of my sister's panties from the pile, the feel of the smoothness of the nylon and the sight of the delicacy of the lacy trimmings sent a rather odd sensation through me. I tried to ignore it, but as we completed our task, I seemed to gravitate toward picking the lovely garments from the pile to fold. Although I didn't know what all of them were called at the time, I later learned that there were slips, camisoles, teddies, and other such unmentionables among them. Each and every one of them sent the sensation through me once again as I handled them to fold and place on the appropriate pile.

When we were finished and putting the separate piles into baskets to be taken upstairs to be put away, for some unknown reason, I said to my sister "Kim, have you ever wondered why girl's and boy's clothes are so different?"

"Whatever do you mean?" was her simple response.

"Well, I mean…er…um…look at the underwear, for example. Yours and Mom's are all nylon and lacy and pretty and girly and stuff, and mine and Dad's are basically white, cotton, and plain. Haven't you ever wondered why that is?"

She looked at me rather quizzically for a bit and said "No, I have never even given it so much as a thought. Why?"

We continued putting the clothes into the baskets, but something made me say "I don't know. It just struck me as odd just how different our clothes are. I guess I was just wondering who decided that girl's would wear clothes like they do and guys would wear what they do."

"That's just the way it is. What difference does it make?" she responded.

"Well, boys wear jeans and T-shirts and cotton underwear and stuff like that, but so do girls, right. But, when girls get dressed up, they wear dresses and skirts and, pointing to her pile of folded clothes, that kind of underwear and other girly stuff. Guys don't have anything that's so different to wear even when they get dressed up."

"Like I said, that's just the way it is." was her simple reply. "Where are you going with this?" she added.

"I guess I was just wondering why everything is so different between boys and girls." And, out of nowhere once again, came "What does it feel like to dress up and wear all that girly stuff?"

Kim looked at me kind of funny as she apparently searched her mind for an answer. After a bit, she said "I really never thought about what it feels like. That's just what I began wearing when I got to be old enough and Mom bought it for me. To me, it is all just clothes."

With all the clothes in the baskets, we each carried one up the stairs to put them away in everyone's respective bedroom. Somehow, I had the basket with Mom and Kim's under things, and, as I put Mom's in her dresser drawers, the odd sensation swept through me once again.

When we got to Kim's room, I sat the basket with her delicates on the floor by her dresser and turned to leave while she was putting away her other clothes. "Hey, you're not done, yet. Put those clothes away like you're supposed to." Kim hollered.

I went to the dresser and opened and closed drawers until I found the right ones and inserted the clean underwear in with all the rest. I guess Kim noticed me dawdling a bit as I saw the several multicolored pairs of panties, and the lacy bras, slips, and camisoles already in the drawers. "What's bugging you, today?" she asked. "You're really acting weird about my clothes all of a sudden. It's not like you haven't seen them all before or anything."

Out of my mouth, but I don't think out of my brain, came "I was just wondering about what we were talking about downstairs. You know. Why your clothes are so different from mine and all; and, I guess, what you feel like when you wear them."

She was silent for a bit until she said "What? Do you really want to know because I surely can't tell you. It's beginning to sound like you want to find out for yourself? I've always said you were a bit weird, but that would really be weird, little brother. Where did all of this come from, anyway? "

"I don't really know. It just seemed to pop into my head when we were folding the laundry for some reason. Now it's just bugging the heck out of me, and I don't know why I even care." came my response. "I mean, I want to know, but I don't really want to know at the same time. I suppose it'll go away once I get my mind on something else." I added.

"It won't go away while you're standing there staring into my underwear drawers. That's for sure." Kim said.

I really hadn't noticed, but the drawers full of delicacies were still wide open in front of me. With a sigh, I rather slowly pushed each of the three side-by-side closed and watched intently as Kim's under things disappeared inside.

She must have noticed the way I closed the drawers, because the next thing I heard was "Alright, we are going to past this right now." As she walked over to the dresser beside me and pulled open one of the drawers I had just closed. Reaching in, she dug through the garments it contained a bit and pulled one out. Handing the garment to me, she said "Here, go put these on, and maybe we can get this silliness out of your system."

"Oh, no, no, no, uh-uh, no way! I ain't putting that on" came my startled response.

"Oh, come on. No one's going to know. There's just the two of us here. I am not going to tell anyone about it and have them think my little brother is really weird. Plus, I am totally sure you wouldn't tell anyone." Kim said as she pushed the garment toward me once again.

"C'mon, Sis. I was just kinda thinking out loud. I didn't want anything like this" I protested.

"Just do it, and we'll be done with all of this" she insisted.

"Well, if you promise not to tell anyone and not to make fun of me, I guess it wouldn't hurt anything to satisfy my curiosity." I said meekly as I took the garment and headed off to the bathroom. Once inside, I took off my shoes, jeans, and "tightey whiteys" dropping them all on the floor and looked down at the garment on the counter. It was a pair of shiny white nylon panties. They were the high-cut kind with lace around the waist and lace panels on the front above each leg opening. With trepidation, I picked them up and noticed once again how smooth and cool they felt to the touch. I stepped into them one leg at a time and pulled them up my legs and into place at my waist. The odd sensation that I had felt earlier swept through me once again, but, now, it was far stronger. The smooth, cool nylon now gently embraced my rear end and privates as I felt the light elastic at my waist and upper thighs. I rubbed my hands over the silky material feeling my rear end and privates inside. It was one of the neatest sensations I had ever felt in my young life.

My reverie was interrupted by Kim's voice from the other side of the bathroom door. "Come on out and let me see you." she said with some urgency in her voice.

I slowly opened the door, and stepped out of the bathroom to an empty hallway. I realized that Kim had gone back into her room. I wasn't really sure what to do next, so I walked slowly into her room. There I stood, just inside her doorway, with my bare legs sticking out of the bottom of my very boyish t-shirt.

Kim looked at me and chuckled as she said "Well, let me see." With trepidation, I slowly lifted the bottom of my t-shirt until my panty clad middle was exposed to Kim's view.

"Well, how does it feel?" she asked.

"I dunno." I replied, and, surprising even myself, quickly added "They're smooth and silky and cool everywhere. I guess they feel kind of good." As soon as I said it, I realized that I shouldn't have and felt myself turning red in the face. But, what I had said was true, the panties felt absolutely wonderful to have on. To myself, I wondered why I was even in this situation at all. Maybe someday I'd learn to keep my thoughts to myself.

Kim was looking at me with a smile on her face. After she apparently digested my comments, she must have noticed my embarrassment and asked "Well, is your curiosity satisfied now?"

Again, my mouth began speaking before my brain was engaged causing me to blurt out "I really can't say. I mean I'm just a guy in a t-shirt who is strangely wearing a pair of my sister's panties. I really don't have much of an idea of what you feel like when you are all dressed up. I guess I'll just have to wonder."

Again the quizzical look came over Kim's face as she seemed deep in thought. Was she strode to her dresser, I heard her say "No, we're going get this taken care of once and for all while we're at it." She was digging through various drawers and laying garments on the top of the dresser as she spoke.

When she finished, she turned to me and said "Take off that t-shirt and come over here. We'll get you into a couple of more things so you can get enough of an idea to satisfy your weird curiosity."

"Aw, c'mon, Sis. I can't do that." I protested, and, again automatically, "I mean, I want to know, but I don't think I want to do this."

"Don't worry about it. It's just between us, and it might be kinda fun. C'mon!" she gently urged.

I hesitatingly walked toward where she stood in front of the dresser slipping my t-shirt over my head as I dis. By the time I got to where she was, I was wearing nothing but the pair of her silk and lace panties. I really felt the blood flowing to and warming my face in embarrassment.

As soon as I got to where she was, she picked up one of her bras from the dresser and held it out in front of me at about shoulder height. Not knowing anything, I just stood there. "Put your arms out toward me" said Kim, and, as I did, she slipped the bra over my arms and was behind me pulling it into place and hooking the hooks in the back before I realized what was happening. When she finished adjusting whatever adjusted, she stepped back in front of me and took a look at her handiwork. Apparently not completely satisfied, she reached into yet another of her dresser drawers turned to me and began stuffing something into the cups of the bra. After considerable stuffing, pushing, and squeezing, she was apparently satisfied with the results. When she stepped back, I looked down to see satin white, lacy brassiere cups protruding from my chest. There was even a bit of my own flesh bulging into roundish mounds above the top of the bra cups.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"It's a padded, push-up bra that I wear sometimes when I want to enhance my figure a bit for the boys. I got it at Victoria's Secret. I stuffed it with some pantyhose to make it look more real for you." was her reply. I collected my thoughts and noticed the snugness of the brassiere around my chest and back and could feel the straps over my shoulders. The sensation was growing stronger and stronger, but I suddenly realized that I was standing right in front of my sister, in the middle of her bedroom, in a bra and panties. The heat of embarrassment immediately returned.

"I don't think I can do this, Sis." I protested meekly.

"Hey, little brother, I'm just trying to answer the questions you asked me earlier and get your curiosity satisfied. It's no big deal. Just go with it!" Kim offered to make me feel better. I wasn't sure that it did, but I let her continue, anyway.

"Come over here and sit down" she said pointing to the stool in front of her dressing table. I padded over and sat down wondering what was next.

Kim knelt beside me and started fidgeting with my feet. I am ticklish, and jerked my foot away. "Hey, what are your doing? Quit tickling my feet." I almost shouted.

"Relax. I'm just going to put some pantyhose on you so you can get more of a feel for what my girly clothes feel like when I'm dressed up." she offered in her defense.

I tried to relax and dealt with the urge to react as I felt her hands on each of my feet. I began to feel something around my feet that was light but restrictive at the same time. I watched as she pulled the pantyhose over my feet and began to pull them up my legs one at a time. When she got them to about to my knees, she told me to stand up, and she proceeded to tug the hose up my legs and over my hips. I felt the snugness all the way from my waist to my feet after she was through straightening and let the waistband snap around my waist. I looked down to see a pair of shiny, smooth, sort of dark tan colored nylon covered legs. The sensations came again and were stronger than ever.

"Okay," said Kim "now stand up and step in to this" as she knelt once again and held yet another white, silky, lacy garment open by my feet. I did as she had said, and she slid the garment up my legs until I felt another piece of elastic gather around my waist. I looked down as she stood and saw a half-slip with lots of lace at the bottom and up a slit on the side that reached just short of my knee. Before I realized what was happening, something silky and white went over my head as Kim directed me to push my arms through the straps that she held. After I had, she released the garment, and a camisole that perfectly matched the slip with lace all across the top that bulged out over the stuffed brassiere and fell to just below my waist. I'm not too sure, but this time the sensations that swept over me were strong enough that I think I was a bit light headed.

Kim stepped back and surveyed her work. She stepped close and tugged here and adjusted there and smoothed this and that until, I guess, she was satisfied. From a few feet away, and with that smile on her pretty face, she asked "Okay, how do you feel now?"

I didn't answer immediately because I was occupied surveying everything that I was experiencing. I could no longer feel the panties that had started this whole process because the pantyhose caressed me in silky nylon from my toes to my waist. I could still feel the straps and bands of the brassiere quite well. I moved my hands over my body to feel the silkiness of the slip and camisole fully noticing the way the layers of nylon brushed so smoothly across each other. I surprised myself at how good I decided the silky garments felt, and something "clicked" deep inside of my brain. I actually liked wearing my sister's underwear. My sort of reverie was broken suddenly by my sister's voice saying "Well, what do you think now, little brother?"

I tried my best to collect my thoughts before answering Kim. I didn't want to simply blurt out something that I might later regret. "Well, Sis" I began still trying to organize what I was going to tell her, "it really feels strange but, at the same time, kinda neat. I mean…er…um…well…these clothes are so smooth and soft and different than anything I have ever had on before. I guess I kinda think that girls are kinda lucky or something to have such nice things to wear."

"I guess you're right little brother." she offered "I guess I really never thought much about it before. They're just normal clothes to me." She then added "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

Now, I was really in a bind. Although I never expected it to be so, I truly liked the way the clothes I had on felt against my body. I was at a loss of what to tell her about what I was really thinking at the moment. So I began "You're gonna think that you've got a really weird brother, but putting this stuff on just makes me want to find out more. You know, like see what it feels like to be completely dressed like you would be when you are dressed up. I don't know why, but I think I want to try that." I finished.

I think Kim was a bit dumfounded at what I had said. She just stood there and looked at me funny for what seemed like forever to me at the time. Finally, she spoke. "What are you trying to say?" Kim asked with an air of disbelief in her voice. "Are you saying that you want to try wearing more girl clothes? If that's what you mean, then, yes, I think you're getting really weird! Maybe you ought to try and explain where this is going." she added with a degree of authority in her voice.

"This isn't going to be easy to explain," I began "and I may be more surprised than you right now. I've never even thought about anything like this before today, but wearing these things feels really neat to me. I can't explain why, but I really like the way your clothes feel on me, and I want to see what it would be like to be completely dressed as a girl for some unknown reason. Now, instead of having satisfied my curiosity, I am wondering what it feels like to wear something that is open at the bottom instead of pants. I just think that must be a really great feeling. I know it sounds totally weird, but that's what I'm thinking right now."

"Right again little brother, it sounds so totally weird, especially to your big sister." She said, this time with something between disdain and curiosity in her voice. "But, if you really want to try on more of my clothes, I guess it can't do any harm at this point. Maybe we can get this silliness out of your system that way. Let me see what I can come up with."

With that, Kim had me stand up as she circled me like an artist surveying a blank canvas. Finally she spoke. "Okay, if you really want to do this, we might as well do it right. You're pretty close to my size, so I guess I can find something for you to put on. I only see one problem, and that is that you have no waistline at all and I'm not sure my stuff will fit around you or even come close to looking right on you." She rolled her eyes up as if in thought, but her expression quickly changed to one of discovery as she apparently found a solution for the problem she had foreseen. Telling me to wait just a minute, she left the room, returning in seconds with something in her hands. "Mom had to use this to fit into a slinky dress last New Year's eve. I think it will serve our needs." She said as she stepped behind me, pushed the slip down over my hips and lifted the camisole and wrapped something around my midsection. "This is called a waist cincher. Let's see if it will give you a little more of a girly shape if we're going to be able to put on one of my dresses or skirts to fit you." she said as I began to feel pressure all around my middle.

Whatever she was doing, it got to where I was having difficulty breathing so I said "Hold on, Sis. That's getting way too tight. I can hardly breathe."

"It has to be tight to do its job of shrinking your waist so that something will fit around you. Just breathe in, and relax. You'll get used to it, and, besides, you won't have it on for long anyway." She said as it felt tighter and tighter around me. Finished with her efforts, she pulled the slip back up around my waist and dropped the camisole back in place saying "Okay, little brother, let's get this over with." on her way to her closet.

Returning just a minute later with two hangers of clothes and a shoe box in her hands, she said "Here, put this on" handing me a black garment that turned out to be a light weight sort of sweater like top with a scooped neckline and little puffy sleeves at the shoulders as I realized after I pulled it over my head and down to my waist. "Now, put this on." she said handing me the other garment that turned out to be a skirt of some sort of light blue "see-through-ish" material with black leaves printed on the outside and a satiny lining underneath. . I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to my waist like I knew what I was doing. Kim stepped behind me and buttoned and zipped it. "And these" said Kim opening the box and handing me a pair of black shows with fairly low but still noticeable heels on them. I recognized them from an awards banquet that she had recently attended. I sat down, and, with some effort, got the shoes on my stockinged feet. They were a bit tight but bearable. "Okay, stand up, and let's see what we've got" ordered my sister.

I stood and wobbled on what nearly any real girl would consider not-very-high heeled shoes, but gained my balance as Kim again circled me checking out the result. "Well little brother, from the neck down, you don't look to bad. You look like a teenaged girl with a boy's head on her shoulders. I mean, you actually fill out those clothes pretty nicely, and your legs look pretty good, too!" she commented, still surveying me, and then ending with "Now, what do you think of yourself?"

While she was checking me out, I was taking my own survey of things. I was pleasantly surprised that everything, even the binding of the waist-cincher, felt so neat to me. I took a couple of halting steps and twirled a bit fully enjoying the feel of the skirt and slip billowing up from my legs with a swish and then gently settling back into place around my lower body. My senses were drinking a sea of stimuli: the bra straps; the smooth nylon of the undergarments, pantyhose, and skirt; the lightness of all the materials; and even the way the heeled shoes made my legs feel. Although I couldn't explain it even to myself, the only word that came to my mind at the immediate moment was "exhilarating". I really liked, no, loved, the way my sister's things felt on me. I had never expected it nor did I have any idea of how to explain it to Kim, but nothing I had ever done had ever come close to feeling so good or natural to me. I guess my mind decided for me as I said "Sis, now I know you're gonna think that I'm really, really weird, but I really, really like the way your stuff feels on me. I mean I like everything about everything. It feels so good that I feel like I should have tried this a long time ago. It all just feels so "right" to me for some reason that I can't explain." I finished, but realized quickly that I wasn't finished at all. "Do you think you can finish the job for me?" I added.

"Do you mean you actually like wearing girls clothes? Are you gay or what? Because, I might have some trouble dealing with that, and what do you mean "finish the job?" Kim asked with a sort of astonishment in her voice.

"I'm not gay or anything even close to that. But, yes, I really like the way these clothes feel on me, and, even though I can't explain why, I feel like this is what or, maybe, who I really am. And, by "finish the job", I mean put some make-up on me, see if you can do something with my hair (which was fairly long but shapeless), and maybe even some jewelry if you have some that I could wear. Do your best to make me look like a real girl. Then, I want to see for myself what I look like." I said without any hesitation at all. That surprised even me!

"This is all getting to be way too much for me!" Kim said. "You mean that now you want me to put make-up on you and fix your hair and stuff and make you look like a girl all over? I'm not sure that we haven't gone far enough already. This is so weird!" she added.

"I know it's weird. It's even weirder to me, but something way down inside of me is telling me I just have to try it. C'mon Sis, help me with this. I don't understand it either, but work with me here, okay? Please, please?" I almost begged.

"I don't like this, but c'mon over here and sit down, and I'll see what I can do, I guess." was her terse response from the area of her dressing table. I gleefully walked as best I could in the heeled shoes and took a seat on the stool in front of her vanity avoiding looking in the mirror. I wanted to wait and see the totally finished product and wanted nothing to spoil what I hoped would be a very pleasant surprise soon.

Kim went to work on my face. She smeared stuff all over, messed with my eyelids and lashes, put lipstick on my lips, and brushed something on my cheeks. I was regaling in the smells and feel of the make-up she was putting on my face. The smells were so foreign to my nose but, at the same time, wonderful. When she obviously decided she could do no more, she started on my hair. She sprayed something on it and combed and brushed and fussed for quite a while. When she stopped with my hair, she reached into her jewelry box on the vanity and then put a necklace around my neck and a chain bracelet on my wrist just before I felt a pinch on my earlobes. I squealed with surprise, and Kim admonished "Quit being a baby! These are just some clip on earrings that Mom gave me to wear before I got my ears pierced." Then, Kim stepped back to survey her latest work, saying "Not bad! Not bad at all! I gotta say, little brother, if I didn't know what you are, I would have to swear that there is a teenaged girl sitting in front of me." and adding "Are you ready to see the finished product now?"

With excitement in my voice, I said "Oh, yeah, Sis. I gotta find out if I look anywhere near as good as I feel right now." Forcing myself not to look in the dressing table mirror, although I really wanted to, I rose and walked toward the mirrored closet doors of her room. Kim had already swung the two outer panels to form a three-way mirror. As my image appeared in the mirror, all I was stunned. There was nothing about the image in the mirror that said either male or Richard. Kim had done an amazing job. There, in front of me in the mirror, was a very pretty teenaged girl dressed as if she were going to some special function. The body was shapely. Thanks to the waist-cincher and the pantyhose stuffed into the padded, push-up bra, the light sweater top protruded and hugged my body exactly as and where it should and the skirt draped gently and, loosely over rounded hips flaring a bit about halfway down a pair of very shapely tan colored legs enhanced by the heeled shoes. I was drinking in and loving all that I saw until I raised my eyes to the head of the image in the mirror. I was truly amazed at what my eyes beheld. The blond hair was puffed up and combed into a very girly and rather cute style. The liquid make-up, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, and blush (I learned all of those names later, however) had transformed the face into one of a teenaged girl who looked quit a bit like my very pretty sister. The earrings, necklace, and bracelet simply made the image complete. As I finally reconciled in my mind that that girl in the mirror was actually me, I felt completely overwhelmed. The feeling that swept over my mind and body was somewhere beyond exhilarating. Although I didn't understand how or why, I just knew deep down inside that the person I was seeing in the mirror was the real me. A very girlish urge to cry came to me, but I suppressed it as best I could. I wanted nothing to spoil how great I was feeling at the moment.

Again it was Kim's voice that broke my reverie. "Well, little brother, what do you think of yourself now?" she asked, this time with a tinge of excitement to her voice.

There was no thinking about what I was going to say before I said it this time. I knew deep inside that a catharsis had just occurred, and I had to try and explain what I was feeling and thinking to my older sister even though I knew it would be very difficult to make her understand everything. Without taking my eyes from the image in the three-way mirror, I began my explanation, "Sis, there's no way you're gonna fully understand this, but what I see in the mirror is what or who I think I really am.. I mean, I really, really love what I see there. I love the way everything that I'm wearing feels on me. Everything is so smooth and soft and clingy and so light that I can barely tell its there. That is, everything but the waist-cincher. I sure know that's there. The look, feel, and smell of the make-up you put on my face is incredible. And the jewelry just sets it all off just right. Now, here's the hard part. Even though I had never even thought of this before this morning, I love everything about being dressed as a girl. I love it so much that I want to do it again and again whenever I can, but, I think it'll always be these dressy kinda clothes. I'm not sure that jeans or shorts or the like will do for me what these clothes do. I want to learn to be able to walk and move and talk and act like a girl when I'm dressed up. I think I want to learn to be as good at being a girl as I am naturally at being a boy. Oh, and one last thing. No one but you and I can ever know about this especially not Mom or Dad. There's no way they could ever deal with it and no way I could deal with anyone else knowing either. Can you get your head around all of that, Sis?"

I saw in the mirror as I continued reveling at being the new me that my sister had a look on her face akin to a "deer in headlights". While she was trying to think of something to say, I continued to observe myself in the mirror as I twirled and turned and tried to make girly movements enjoying the swish and flutter of the soft, smooth female garments that I was so lucky to be wearing at the moment. Finally, Kim cleared her throat, and began to speak. "Well, little brother, you're right on at least two counts. I certainly don't understand all of this, and there sure ain't no way Mom and Dad can ever find out about it. But, I guess if you enjoy dressing up in my clothes so much, the best I can do is try and help you as best I can. We have a lot of time to ourselves during the summer, so you're welcome to dress as much as you want to, I guess. I'll try and teach you how to be as girly as I can, too, but you'll have to be really careful that you only do the girly things when you're dressed and we're by ourselves. One slip and Mom and Dad would get so suspicious that there's probably no way they wouldn't eventually find or figure out what's going on. This will be our great big little secret. And, by the way, you not only blew me away with what you just said, you blew me away with how good you look. If I didn't know you were Richard, I would never even suspect you were anything but the girl you look like right now, except for the movements and stuff that you'll have to learn. You are actually quite pretty as a girl, and that surprises me, too. So, even though I don't "have my head around" all of this just yet, and maybe I never will, I guess I have little choice but to be with you on this. After all, you are my little brother…and…er… I guess… my little sister, too."

"Do you mean it Sis? I can dress up whenever and as much as I want to? And, you're going to help me learn girly stuff, too? Thanks, Kim. Thanks a million. You gotta be the best big sister a guy…er…and a girl could ever have." I said with excitement in my voice while still swishing about and watching the girl in the three-way mirror.

When she piped up with "I guess we can't call you Richard when you're dressed like that, can we? And, we certainly can't be calling you "Dick". That just wouldn't work. Let's see if we can come up with a good name for the girl that's standing in front of that mirror." and surprised the heck out of me. "Let's see. It needs to be something close to your real name so you won't have to work too hard to get used to it. Let's see. 'R' names. 'Rebeccah', no, too biblical. "Rikki", no, too tacky. 'Rhiannon', no, too schmaltzy. I got it. How about 'Rachael'? That's kinda current, very pretty, and not far from your real name." Kim finally asked me after the discussion with no one but herself.

"Rachael", I said "I like it. That's who I'll be when I'm dressed up from now on."

"Okay, Rachael, it's only noon so we've got at least six hours before Mom and Dad get home from work and still have plenty of time to go find Richard again. You can stay dressed until then if you want, and we'll figure out just how we're going to pull this off right under their noses." Kim surprised me by adding.

"I think I really want to stay dressed as long as I can. Actually, I sorta wish I didn't have to go back to being Richard at all, but I know that I have to before Mom and Dad get home. I like being Rachael way too much." I said. "I just wish I could explain to you just how good I feel right now and, if I actually knew, why I feel so good. Its just I feel so natural in these clothes, and I love everything about the way they feel on me. What I can't explain is why it it makes me feel so good to be dressed like this when I had never even thought about it before this morning. Since you get to wear this kinda stuff all the time if you want to, I suppose that the silkiness of nylon underwear, the delicacy of lace trim, the smoothness of pantyhose, the flouncing of a skirt, the feel of the bra and waist-cincher, the smell of makeup, and all of the swooshing they do when they rub together when I move are all things that you take for granted, but they're all very sensual and special to me right now, and I don't want to stop experiencing them any sooner than absolutely necessary. I am going to spend the next six hours simply drinking in everything that makes me feel so good about wearing these clothes. Thanks for everything, Kim. There is probably no way I'll ever be able to square this one with you. You're a great big sister."

That was the beginning of Rachael. For the entire summer, excepting the two weeks when the whole family went to a rented beach house by the ocean, I was Rachael for about eleven hours every weekday. Sometimes, when my parents went out for an evening, it was even longer. I even got to be Rachael a couple of times while we were at the beach house. Kim let me wear a one-piece bathing suit of hers (that way I could still use the waist-cincher and have more of a figure) that had a built-in bra that could be stuffed with the pantyhose. I only laid on the beach right by the house, and I wore a cover-up because the tan lines from the bathing suit would have blown my cover in a heartbeat, but it was still way cool. A couple of times during the summr, my parents went away with their friends for a Friday and Saturday night, and I got to be Rachael 24/7 for almost three straight days. I got to sleep in silky nightclothes which I really enjoyed. I don't think I ever slept better. Thanks to my big sister, Kim, and a strange chain of events, that turned out to be a really great summer.

I should add that, after questioning my sexuality and being convinced that I was probably not gay or anything even close, whenever I was Rachael, Kim gave me pointers and constantly reminded me of all the little things that were part of being a girl. She taught me to walk, move, and gesture in a feminine way. She worked with me on trying to talk and sound more like a real girl. I didn't know it, but girls even say very different things from boys so I had to learn those things, too. She taught me where and how to shave my body hair (what little I had), style my own hair, put on my own make-up, and pick out the right clothes to wear. Over time, she even got me to wearing clothes that weren't nearly as feminine as I originally wanted to, including shorts, girl's jeans, Capri pants, and the like. I wasn't all that fond of not having as much nylon and lace next to my body as possible, but I got used to just the stuffed bra and panties because, as Kim pointed out, a girl cant wear a dress or skirt all of the time. I ended up kinda liking the low-rise pants and my bare stomach showing below the short, tight fitting, lightweight summer tops below where the phony but fairly natural looking breasts jutted out. I still tried to be as dressed up as possible as often as possible because that is what I really enjoyed the most. By the end of the summer, I was sure, as I constantly observed myself in every mirror that I could see, that I could be as girly as any real girl. I could walk, talk, move, and gesture in a totally feminine manner. As the summer progressed, I began to try and feel, emotionally that is, like a girl when I was Rachael. That's something else Kim helped me with. I would observe her reactions to various things and ask her about what she was feeling at the time. Then, I would try and make Rachael feel that way when the similar circumstances arose again. When summer ended, an event I really dreaded as it approached and disliked immensely when it occurred because I wouldn't be able to be Rachael as much or as often, I was totally confident and comfortable as Rachael. I looked, acted, and felt like a girl whenever I was Rachael, but, luckily, I was able to put all of that away with the clothes and be the same old Richard the rest of the time. In fact, Richard hangs out and makes out with girls just like any other normal teenaged guy. Richard his still technically a virgin, but he has experienced oral satisfaction form a girl from his school. To this day, I am sure my parents don't suspect anything.

In the four years since the day Rachael came into being, she has progressed by leaps and bounds. For the two years before she went away to college, Kim continued to help me be Rachel as much and as well as possible. She makes sure that she leaves plenty of under garments and panty hose in her dresser drawer and lots of clothes and shoes in her closet when she leaves for school. She even hid away a complete stash of all the make-up Rachael needs, and bought me a couple of pairs of sexy, lace trimmed panties so I would have some that I could call my own. We still kept them mixed in with hers so they weren't likely to be discovered accidentally by anyone. Whatta sister, eh!! We still had the summers to do as we had that first summer. I still dress as Rachael as often as I can, but, unfortunately, that isn't all that often during the school year. If my parents go out for an evening, they usually go straight from work so I can be Rachael then from after school until way into the evening. On holidays from school, I get to be Rachael all day. And, my parents leave me at home alone, now that I'm sixteen, when they do their weekend outings, so I can be Rachael for nearly three days then. Now, when Richard becomes Rachael, it's like someone throws a switch. Everything male disappears when the first silky garment goes on and Rachael completely takes over. I still love the look, feel, and smell of everything feminine as much as, if not more, than that first time. And, thanks again to my big sister, I have had an opportunity to try some new, really feminine things like stockings that hook to garters, a bustier that she wore to a prom, and even her prom gowns which are pretty much the epitome of feminine clothing. When she has been home from school, she has even taken me out as Rachael. We have gone to the mall, the movies, and out to eat. I have been out in both casual and dressy clothes, and, as far as I can tell, no one has once suspected that Rachael is anything but a pretty teenaged girl. I have gotten that good at being a girl, I guess, and I really had fun "shopping" for girl clothes, especially lingerie. This has all turned out to be a surprising but wonderful journey that right now I don't think I ever want to come to an end.

I will wrap this up by saying that a lot has changed about me since that day four years ago. I am now somewhat confused about just what I might be. Am I a transvestite or a crossdresser or transgendered or even transsexual? That is an answer for which I am still searching. I guess that it is important to say that being or becoming Rachael, even that very first time, has never brought about any sexual arousal, and I have never even had so much as a thought about gratifying myself when dressed as Rachael. I pretty much forget about the male parts that I have except when I have to go to the ladies room, and, yes, I sit when I go and wipe with a mile of wrapped-up TP just like Kim taught me. The enjoyment and satisfaction that I experience is sensual, physical, emotional, and intellectual all at the same time, but never sexual. I know that whether I'm Rachael or Richard I have had a lot of thoughts and some fantasies that aren't exactly very male, and, yes, some are those have been of a sexual nature. I know I really, really love becoming and being Rachael far more than being Richard. I get incredible enjoyment accomplishing the transformation to Rachael. Slipping into the silky, feminine clothes, putting on makeup, adding earrings (I really like earrings for some reason), and other female accessories, and changing my hair from boy to girly style are all incredibly enjoyable for me to accomplish and watch being accomplished. Watching it all happen in the mirror as a fairly normal looking teenaged boy becomes a very pretty, feminine teenaged girl gives me great satisfaction deep down inside. I know that I really, really love everything about the time I am able to be Rachael, and I can't wait for each and every opportunity. I am now beginning to use the Internet to find more information about what I am experiencing, and, since I padded my age in my profile, I am hoping to find some other people around my age who might be experiencing something similar with whom I can correspond. Maybe I'll add to this story when I feel that I have reached some decisions that are meaningful.

  

  

  

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