To admit our desire is the first step
To deny them, our last

 

The Dress                                   by: Janet Stickney                        JanetLynn17@Hotmail.com

 

I watched all of my sisters as we grew up, watching them as they dressed in the frilly dresses, heels, wore makeup and had their hair done. All of them were beautiful, and in my heart I wanted to be just like them. The scent of the makeup and perfume, the crinkly satin and taffeta dresses, the shoes, all combining to make me ache inside with the desire to be just like them, knowing I wasn't, and couldn't. Now, Beth is 19, Kelly 18, and Claire 17, while I'm 16. All of my sisters are blond, with blue eyes like our dad, and while I also have blond hair, I have green eyes like mom. I'm as tall as Kelly, 5'7" weighing about the same, 130. Dad is tall, over six foot and mom is a tiny woman, just five foot tall. All of us kids fell in the middle I guess. Over the years, whenever I had the chance I would 'borrow' some of Kelly's clothes, get all dolled up, and pretend I was like them, knowing it wasn't true, but wishing it was. My version of 'dolled up' was pitiful and I knew it, but it was the best I could do. I had been caught only once, by Claire, and all she did was tell me to change. As far as I know, she never told anyone.

Beth had met a guy she really liked, and he had three brothers, who were the same age as all of us were. She got the bright idea that Kelly and Claire, going with the brother their age, should all go out together. "What about the youngest brother?" Kelly said. "Claire, as you can see, I've run out of sisters!" "Maybe not" she said as she looked at me. Then they all looked at me, and started to grin! "No!" I yelled, "Yes" came the chorus right back. "But I can't.. I mean I've never." "Oh yes you have. Just how stupid do you think we are Richard? We knew every time you were into our clothes, especially Kelly's. We just didn't say anything about it." "But Dad!" "Dad will think it's a hoot, and mom will probably help as well." Of course, it was my dream come true, except for a date I mean! My first instinct was to say no, and I did. They ignored me of course, women are good at that. Ask Dad. "She needs a name" said Claire, "something feminine" added Kelly, "Carolyn!" Beth shouted. Together they had decided I was going to do it, picked out a name, and were headed straight at me, like a football line.

They reached me just as mom walked in the house, and all at once there was a babble of female voices, and looks directed at me. It was mom that broke it up, just as I made it to the stairway. "Richard!" Frozen in place, I turned to face her. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, but given the number of times you have dressed in their clothes I would think that this is what you want." She paused, waiting for me to answer, and I didn't, couldn't. I was still frozen in place. "Well?" "What if they find out?" "Now that is a very good question!" "Girls?" Mom asked them all, and they swore they would not tell, and in fact, insisted that they would treat me like a sister at all times. This was Tuesday, the date was for Saturday, so mom, taking charge like she always did, with a smile on her face, simply told me that starting right then, until after the date…at least, I was going to be dressing as a girl. "You'll need the practice to be feminine enough to go on a date, and this way you'll get used to it." All at once the babble started again.

"Beth will be the one to help you Richard. Claire and Kelly will stay away, I promise." I looked at Beth, and slowly nodded my head yes. I thought I could trust her the most. "Great! Let's get started." I went with Beth to her bedroom, and had to endure being naked down to my briefs as she slowly rubbed in a cream that would take all of my body hair off, which did not take that long. "Do the rest and wait a half hour, then shower it all off, wash your hair and shave as close as you can. I'll set out a few things while you do that." So began my rather rapid transformation to Carolyn. Before I was even out of the shower she tossed in some panties, and as I stepped back into the room she was smiling, holding up a waist nipper. "This will give you a trim waist Carolyn, hold still." Following that was a padded pantybrief that Claire had once used, one of Kelly's bras, stuffed with three thin foam breastforms on each side. Then came the pantyhose and a pair of flats before she sat me at the vanity.

"I know you can do pretty fair makeup Carolyn. Why don't you start. I'll just roll your hair and watch. I'll help you if you need it." With all three of my sisters using the same vanity, I had a lot to chose from, and reached out for the foundation I knew would match my skin and began to evenly apply it to my face. The powder set the foundation, and after I brushed away the excess I had nice, smooth looking skin. Beth kept putting rollers in my hair, stopping only when I brushed on the eyeshadow, eyeliner and used the eye pencil to finish outlining my eyes. About the time I was done, she said that I had to slip under her dryer, and while I sat and waited, she filed my nails down, added some fake ones, and after a trim, she painted them a soft pink color. When she announced that my nails and hair were 'dry enough', she gave me the shortest slip I had ever seen! It seemed like a camisole it was so short! I pulled it over my head, and once I had it on, I saw that it barely covered me! Then she slipped a short print dress over my head and zipped it up. It was short sleeved with a round neck and a flared skirt. It also had a hem that came to mid thigh on me. Beth sat me back at her vanity and took out the rollers, brushing my hair into a flip. Curly in the back, it framed my face nicely, and when she was done she gave me a soft red lipstick. I put it on and stood in front of the mirror. I was almost a clone of my sisters! She spritzed me with perfume, then put an earring in each ear. "Wear these Carolyn." It was a pair of low, white heels. I stepped into them, and she looked me over. "There is no way anyone would know Carolyn, nobody!"

Beth was right. I loved the way I looked. It was the very first time I had ever, actually looked like a girl. Up to then it was all I could do to manage just makeup. "Ready?" She took my hand in hers and walked down the stairs for my debut, just as Dad walked in the house. All four of us were standing together, and since he only had three daughters, I had to be the fourth one. "Who is this lovely creature?" "This is Carolyn. She'll be staying with us for a while." "I see." He went in to get some coffee, leaving me with my sisters. "You're gorgeous!" "I never thought that you would look so...sexy!" "Look at her legs! They're better than mine!" "Leave her alone girls, this is all new to her too."

After dinner they all wanted to go to the mall, and even though I protested, I have to admit that it was a small protest, and I was handed a purse and soon found myself immersed in shopping with three other girls. What an experience! Since we had more than enough clothes at home for me to wear, I didn't expect to buy anything. Claire changed all of that when she found some realistic breastforms in the lingerie section of the store. All at once I was in the changing room with Beth as she slipped them into my bra. I have to admit, it did look more natural, and felt better. I also got some panties of my own. They pooled their money, and I walked out with my brand new boobs!

That night, before I went to bed, Beth gave me a complete outfit and told me to get myself as ready as I could the next morning. In my room alone, I opened the boxes the breastforms came in, and found adhesive that would allow me to attach them to my own skin, and that's exactly what I did. The next morning, before I got dressed, I tucked away my bulge, pulled on the clean panties and fastened the bra around myself. My new breasts looked pert and firm with just a hint of cleavage. What Beth had given me was a pair of shorts and a top, so I stepped into the shorts and went in the bath to do my makeup. I did it exactly as I had it the night before, ran a brush in my hair, pulled the pink shell top on, and pulled my socks and gym shoes on. When I went I the kitchen only Mom and Kelly were there. I had recreated Carolyn almost as she was the night before.

"Damn you look good Carolyn!" "Thank you!" As we ate Kelly asked me how I managed to have such a 'feminine' front, but all I told her was that I managed. I did not tell her how I did it. "The guys are coming over today, to meet all of us girls. They'll be here about two." Later, it was obvious that Beth had orchestrated what we all wore. We all wore white shorts, ankle socks with a stripe to match our tops and white gym shoes. I had a pink top, Beth mint green, Claire light blue, and Kelly wore yellow. Mom took my picture, several of them in fact, then all of us together. When the guys showed up it was clear that they were brothers; all of them were tall, with dark curly hair and brown eyes. Matt, the eldest, then David, Mike, and finally, Steve. Like myself, Steve was 16, and in my book, the best looking one. My foray into womanhood was only a few hours old, so I was extra careful to be feminine and use the same mannerisms my sisters did, and managed to pull it off! They left at four, leaving me drained and tense.

"Steve really likes you Carolyn. I'll bet he asks you out again!" "This is a one time thing, remember?" "Yah, right. He'll stick his tongue in your ear, ask you out, and you'll say yes faster than Claire!" "No!" "Yes!, but we'll be here to help you." Great. I liked being thought of as a girl, looking like a girl and so on, but I was quickly sinking in over my head faster than I could manage. The next day was clean the house day, and with me now being treated as a girl, I helped, and we were done earlier than usual. Then mom told us we were going out to dinner. "Your father has some clients he wants us to meet. Wear something fancy, it's at Fours." We all looked at the clock and went to our rooms. Beth pulled me into her bedroom and told me I would be changing in her room. I stripped to my panties, and she saw that I had used the adhesive to attach the breastforms, and mentioned that the adhesive works for two weeks at a time. "Taking them off to soon will take your skin off as well Carolyn, so it looks like you have boobs for a few weeks! So much for your saying no to another date with Steve." "I didn't plan this Beth!" "Right. I saw you read the instruction sheet, so I know that you knew they would stay on for two weeks." How could I possibly deny that? She looked at my panties, saw how they fit and checked my skin for hair. Only a few had popped out and she got those with her razor.

I went in to shave again while she changed, but returned before she was covered up, and saw her naked. Rather than cry out, she turned to face me and told me to start my makeup! Shaken at the sight of my sister virtually naked, I sat at her vanity while she got dressed. She did my hair again, and then introduced me to a corselet. It was pink and white, and after I fastened the hooks, she began to tighten it, making me gasp. When she was done I had a 23 inch waist, my boobs had been hiked up and pushed out, and I could hardly breath. "You'll get used to it. Get your pantyhose on and I help you with the dress." The dress. It was hanging on the back of the door, the very one I lusted after, wanting to wear it so many times before. My hair was still in rollers as she slipped it over my head, and as the zipper closed and the material closed around me, I felt so feminine I almost couldn't stand it. The black satin of the bodice gave way to the chiffon skirt that swirled around my legs, showing a lot of leg because the hem was almost at mid thigh. The low, square cut neckline was held in place by a single strap that went from one side, behind my neck and back to the other side. The back dipped to just above the corselet, the thin gold belt defined my waist. As Beth finished dressing, I went to her jewelry box and took out the gold and black chandelier earrings, the matching choker style necklace, and fastened them on. She had two rings in the box, and when I tried them on, I found that they fit, so I wore them. On my right wrist was a gold bracelet, on the left, a thin, filigreed gold band. Then I sat and watched as Beth finished dressing. As she put her earrings on, she told me that she wanted me to see just how close I was to being a female.

"You and I both know how much you like this Carolyn. The only person in the house that doesn't know is dad and I'm sure he suspects it." "Why do you say that?" "Because he wants all of us to meet this new client of his. He knows how you're dressed doesn't he? That's why. If you meet this client as Carolyn and it comes up again, you'll have to be Carolyn again. See?" I did, and it made me begin to wonder. Beth fixed my hair in the same flip as before and I stood next to her looking in the mirror. Beth is a beautiful woman, and next to her I felt like what I am, a boy in a dress, but what a dress! It was the one I liked best and wanted for my own, but it belonged to Kelly. She gave me the perfume, Obsession, and I dabbed some on and did my lipstick in dark red.

The dinner was fine, and I felt at ease knowing that I fit in with my sisters. Dad introduced us girls in order of age, so of course, I was last. Mr. Owens had his wife with him as well as his own daughter. Heather was 16, like I was. Short and chunky, she had her hair cut as if she had used a bowl. It looked terrible on her, but looking at her mother I saw where she got it from. Heather did not say much all evening, even to me. Later, at home, Claire said she thought that Heather was jealous. "But she's really a girl Claire, what's she got to be jealous of?" "You were a real girl tonight Carolyn, at least they think so. Can you say the same about Heather?" That set me back a little! I had no way to say for sure. Since I would never see her again I forgot about it and had Beth help me get undressed and went to bed. After breakfast Beth introduced me to bubblebath. "Just soak and let the oil do its thing Carolyn. Shave your legs and so on, then get dressed." I luxuriated for almost an hour before I managed to drag myself out of the tub and get dressed. This time I wore a skirt and blouse.

At breakfast Kelly gave me the dress to keep! "I can borrow it back if I need it Carolyn, but you can have it. They were still in nightgowns, so they went to change while I cleaned up the dishes. "Beth told me that you glued the breastforms on. You know that they won't, can't come off for at least two weeks don't you?" "I guess." The sheepish grin I had on my face did nothing to dispel what she knew was true. "I suppose that I can expect to see Carolyn around here for a long time. Am I right?" I shrugged my shoulders and she let it go, but was she right? As soon as my sisters returned, Kelly said that we were going shopping. "Since it looks like you'll be with us a while, you might as well come along." "Why? Where are you going?" We have appointments at the salon, you do too." Claire handed me my purse, took my hand, and I was on my way.

My hair was cut, rolled, tinted, and styled. When Jeri was done, I had curls everywhere! Feminine to the extreme, it actually looked good on me. My nails were redone, then after we had paid the bill, the four of us walked around the mall. I picked up a new wallet for myself, some more earrings and a watch. Kelly and Beth started for a popular lingerie shop, so Claire and I followed along. I was in a sea of color. Satin, lace and all sorts of garments were shown, some of which I didn't even know what they were! None of us bought anything, but several times Kelly held up a thong, or scanty bra to show me.

We went home so we could change for our dates that night. In my room, on the bed, was a small box. Opening it I found a flesh colored dancers belt. The use was obvious. I undressed and slipped it on, looking in the mirror to see a smooth front, no sign of my maleness at all! Then I started to get dressed. First the panties, then the pantyhose. I removed the foam pads from the padded pantybrief and slipped them under my panties. It seemed to give me a more natural look that way, and I could do without the pantybrief. The bra, then the same black dress and shoes. I touched up my perfume and lipstick, put my jewelry on, and went to the familyroom. Claire, Kelly, mom, and dad were waiting.

They came in two cars. Steve and I in the back seat while Beth and Matt sat up front. I did my best to be as demure as possible, laughing at the jokes and smiling a lot. Steve was fun to be with, nice looking, and I was on very shaky ground. One mistake, one, and I would be, at best, only embarrassed. But I had a wonderful time. Steve held me close as we danced, his arm firmly around me, pulling me closer as the night went on. It was easy to follow him and I let him take charge. It was a new role for me, but I fell into it easily, especially as his warm breath beat on my neck. The lights dimmed suddenly, and he used that moment to let his lips caress mine. At first I was unsure of what to do. Then, as his lips met mine again I surrendered to him and kissed him back. I admit it was scary, kissing Steve like that, but I found myself no longer thinking of myself as a boy. I was Carolyn. It turned out okay, and my sister was right. On the way home, Steve did kiss me, stick his tongue in my ear, and I did agree to another date, just the two of us. In the house, we all looked at each other, and started to giggle. "I think we've found the mother lode of men girls!" They all turned to Carolyn is here to stay." It wasn't a question, and I nodded my head yes. "Well, it looks like dad is outnumbered around here now. Let me help you with the zipper." I was in my bed within a few minutes.

In four days I had gone from skinny brother to sexy sister, and I was in heaven. That night I knew. I would not, could not, be anything less than Carolyn ever again. The next morning mom said that since the four of us would be seen together often, and she liked the idea of different colors for each of us. She suggested that we each pick one. I stayed with pink, and wore the white shorts and pink top again. All my life I was male. I still am in fact. But now I have the gained the ability to express my feminine side all of the time. Dating was new of course, and all of my sisters gave me tons of advice. In the end, I was like all girls that first start dating. I had to find my own comfort level. Steve however, thought I had always been a girl and that my comfort level had been found. Had it?

Later on that day, Matt and his brothers came over. Dad was confused when I kissed Steve as soon as I saw him, and started to say something. Mom dragged him into the kitchen for a short talk. Steve had his car that day and asked me to go for a ride. I grabbed my purse, told everyone I was leaving, and left with him. I knew what he was going to do and did not disappoint me. He drove to the park, finding an open glade where he stopped the car. As soon as I looked at him he pulled me to him and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and his hand found my leg, up high. The night before I knew that I had to find out for myself. Girl, or boy? I gave up my maleness that afternoon, embracing my femininity by submitting to him, letting him kiss me, touch me, and hug me. I did the same to him, his hard male body and hairy chest making me quiver, and when I got home that night, I knew in my heart that I was a girl now, no matter what I had underneath it all.

Three weeks later I removed the breastforms to clean the skin. Mom stopped me from putting them back on. "I think that it's time that you had the real thing, don't you?" Puzzled, I just stood there. "You and Steve have seen each other three times a week since you met Carolyn. I'm not so old I can't remember what it's like to be in love. You need to be more...complete. He expects it and you want it. Put on your top and bring your bra." Braless, I had no boobs at all as she drove me to a small clinic. Four hours later I had a narrow waist, boobs and a rounded butt! Having my own breasts was such a new sensation that I all I wanted to do was touch them, fondle them, caress them. "Quit that or you'll go blind!" Grinning, I sat back as mom took me home.

Dad had known all along that this might happen, and he didn't say much. He never treated me any different than my sisters, but once in a while I would catch him looking at me. Finally, the day mom took me to the clinic, he motioned for me to join him in the den. "You have become a girl Carolyn. I'll admit that the way you took to it surprised me. I knew that you liked to dress up once in a while, but that's a long way from having your own boobs. I guess I can accept it, I just don't understand it." I told him I was the same person I always was, liked the same things, same colors, same everything. "Only the package I'm wrapped in is different dad." With a sigh, we hugged, and I went to my room.

That weekend I proved to Steve, and myself I was woman with a capital W. I let his hands find my breasts while my hands found him. I sealed my femininity that day. On Monday my name was changed to Carolyn Ruth and I found a job. As with many first time romances ours died away and I went on with life. Beth got married, Kelly is in Nursing school, while Claire and I work in the same office. I start school in the fall, just a few weeks away. Am I afraid, no. I am woman as the song says, I will roar. Maybe, if the right guy comes along, I'll purr.

 

 

 

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