Dressing for Sis

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

Copyright © April 1998

 

When my older sister, Debbi, came to sit down for supper, her hand brushed my back causing me to freeze. It rested there, just a fraction of a second before her nails pinched through my sweatshirt, lifted the elastic and let it snap back. Grinning ear to ear, as she sat, "Thought I told you to stop messing in my clothes?"

I wasn't thinking, just blurted my defense, "I haven't been messing in your clothes, Sis!"

"I suppose you expect me to believe the bra you've on, is yours?"

"It is! Damn it!" As her grin changed to a puzzled stare, I realized what had just transpired.

Two months previously, when she had first accused me of 'messing' with her things, it had been true. I'd stopped and used the meager allowance she gave me to buy my own, just a bra, a few pairs of panties, a garter belt and several pairs of stockings. I was wearing a full set of femme lingerie under my gray sweat suit.

"For the strangest reason, I believe what you just said. Want to tell me about her? I'm listening."

Debbi began to eat the supper I'd prepared, but my appetite had evaporated, I just picked at what I'd put on my plate while I told her about Cynetta.

Throughout my revelation of what had been inside since I was two, maybe three, fourteen - fifteen years ago, she only asked enough questions to keep me going and I caught her several times, looking, not staring, at me in a quizzical way.

I'd the dishes cleaned up and she continued to listen until nearly ten o'clock. Rising, she stated, "I'm going to bed. Tomorrow when I get home, I want Cynetta here. You have permission to wear anything of mine that you may think looks good. End of discussion, for tonight. Mean it!"

I turned out all the lights and was getting undressed, when my door suddenly opened. Debbi grinned at me in my panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. She tossed black material in my direction, "Cute, Sis," and the door closed. Retrieving the fabric, I discovered it was her sexiest, sheer, black baby doll top. Strange? I never expected that Debbi would ever know about Cynetta, much less that she would loan me her nightie.

She awoke me by lifting off all the covers. "Good morning, Cynetta." Folding the covers back over me, she sat down on my bed. "I just wanted to confirm a little of what I thought I heard you tell me last night." Under her baby doll, I'd slept en femme.

"I've got to leave for work in a few minutes. On my bed, I've laid out something for you wear, today. Take extra care and time to be super pretty by the time I get home. Go for the works, you've all day. I'm not telling you what to wear for tonight, but a cocktail dress might be nice." Leaning over, she gave me a motherly kiss on my forehead. "Looking forward to this." She left.

I needed to pee, but right after, I looked on her bed to see what was there. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't a pair of black jeans, black leotard and her low-heeled pull-on black boots. There was a note too.

'Cynetta,

Probably you expected one of my minis, sexy top and spikes. What I laid out is what a REAL girl, just might wear around the apartment. Go for ultra-femme, this evening.

Luv,

Deb'

Yes, I had expected something else, but enjoyed the thrill of her 'ordering' that I wear these instead.

I found her tube of Neet^® and used it to coat my entire body from my ears down, removing seventeen years of hair growth, which wasn't much. For Cynetta's debut, I was going to do this right.

I used her bathroom, as it had a tub. With bubble beads poured in as the water filled, I waited for the depilatory to work. I used extra care to shampoo my long hair, lathering twice, rinsing then liberally working in her conditioner. I was really getting in the mood by the time I'd dusted Debbi's body powder over my hairless body after drying off.

Towel wrapped like a turban, I started to dress, going for total black from my skin out. All of my own panties were pastel or white and my bra was white. When I opened Debbi's lingerie drawer, there was another note.

"It's OK. Told you, you may wear my things today."

I pulled on black, tricot briefs and hooked on a plain black bra. As was my practice, I stuffed the cups with panties. Not wanting to open a new package, I found a pair of her black pantyhose and smoothed them up my legs. They felt incredible on my hairless legs.

Her long sleeved, T-necked leotard zipped up in back. I sat to put on the jeans. Cynetta had never before worn pants and this was a different sensation, especially because they were incredibly tight. Debbi and I, fortunately, are nearly the same sizes everywhere, even shoes, except my ass was much narrower, yet her jeans were snug even there and I had to work to get the zip and button closed.

Pulling on the comfortable boots, I'd just sat to think about my makeup when the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi, is Cynetta there?" It was my sister.

Switching my voice, "This is Cynetta."

"You pretty yet?"

"I just finished dressing in what you laid out. I was getting ready to do my makeup."

"Good girl. Don't forget your nails, toes too. There are false nails in the bottom of my bathroom vanity. See what you can do with your hair." Not awaiting a reply, the phone went dead.

I sat, thinking things through before stripping off everything, but my bra and panties, I put the leotard back on and starting to get my toenails pretty. As you might expect, bright red was my color of choice.

I didn't bother to put the pantyhose, jeans and boots back on. My hair took an hour to get up in curls with her curling iron and a full can of spray. It took me half an hour to get my brows plucked and almost three hours to glue, fill, buff, shape then polish my fingernails. I've practiced a lot with makeup, but didn't do it then. I spent over an hour searching everything in my sister's wardrobe, no longer concerned that I got everything back into its place, just so. It was in the very back of her walk-in closet, in a garment bag, that I discovered a pouf shouldered, black taffeta, cocktail dress that I did not know she owned. Pulling it to me, it took only a second to tell me that it was what I was going to wear.

Damn! It was three forty-five! Where had the time gone?

Beginning on my makeup, I learned some of the joys of having long nails. I could no longer hold the liner brush as I was used to, to do my eyes over my foundation. Things had to slow down, considerably, because of them.

I was futilely struggling to get the back zip closed on the dress when I heard the front door open and close. Shit! Five twenty! Debbi found me in her bedroom, my hands still trying to get the zipper to close the last couple of inches. Not saying a word, her hands pushed mine down and closed it for me.

"My! Don't you look pretty? Model for me, Cynetta."

 

The End

  

  

  

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