Girlfriends Part II

by Julie

missjulie13@hotmail.com

  

"Hi Kathy ! My little sister is home." She exclaimed.

She had a knowing smirk across her face.

"You get to wear a dress again tomorrow !" She squealed. "Charlene's Mom called."

"I guess you 'girls' like wearing your pretty dresses. Gee … if I had known how much you like being a girl and wearing frilly dresses, you could have been wearing my hand-me-downs." Kayla teased.

"It's not MY fault !" I whined in protest. "I was a good …' It's Derek's fault ! He was the one who wouldn't cooperate !"

"A good what ? … Girl ? … You were a good little girl ?" Kayla laughed.

I felt my face burning as I stood speechless.

"And you look like such a good … and pretty little girl too." She teased.

Kayla waved a pink nylon nightie in front of her.

"You get to wear a nightie tonight … Kathy … sister dear." Kayla giggled.

"Wha .. what ? … n .. n .. no !" I protested.

"Mrs. Locke and Mrs. Lawson both called. You boys weren't doing as you were told, so you are to be dressed as girls again tomorrow. I guess you haven't learned." Mom accused as she came in.

"No Mom, it was Derek !" I protested.

"You know the rules. You boys were in it together. You harassed the girls together; and you will receive your punishment together. … As an object lesson to you boys for not following the rules Mrs. Lawson suggested we continue to keep you 'boys' as girls the remainder of the day, and I agree. You will change your dress for a nightie. … Kayla is pleased to help you; … and then we'll fix your hair. You can see a little of what it's like being a girl. It might do you good. Maybe you might even get to appreciate your sister more, and, who knows, you might actually start to get along."

I hung my head as Kayla led me upstairs. She helped me out of the dress, and hung it up as I slipped the slip straps off my shoulders and let it slide to the carpet. I blushed as I stood in front of Kayla in a training bra and frilly panties.

"Oh this is priceless ! Your little training bra is so cute ! I love your little pink flower. … Oh, and your pretty panties with the flowers !" Kayla giggled delightfully.

Kayla was enthralled to get back at me for all the times I teased and tormented her.

"And what's this ? You padded your bra with Kleenex ?" Kayla squealed joyfully. ..' just like a preemie girl !"

" ..' a what ?", I asked.

"..'a preemie girl." Kayla laughed. "It's what we call pre .. uh .. girls your age who haven't…uh … never mind." She giggled.

Kayla unhooked the training bra, and had me slip out of the shoes and anklets before shooing me into the bathroom to take another bath … bubble bath this time.

Mom came in as I was drying off, and shampooed my hair, and conditioned it again, and wrapped it in a towel. She gave me a pair of Kayla's pink panties to put on, and then the pink nylon nightie. The nightie was nylon with lace at the hem and around the neck, with a pink ribbon bow at the bust with the ends of the bow falling to my waist.

Mom marched me into Kayla's bedroom, where my sister waited with a comb and a set of curlers.

"Now you're finally going to learn to take proper care of that long hair of yours." Mom declared. "You want long hair like a girl, good, you can just care for it like us girls."

I had heard this refrain all too often; but now I had little choice but let my Mother and sister have their way. I was set at her vanity while Kayla separated strands of hair and rolled them up in pink curlers.

Kayla smiled and cheerily talked to me like her sister, explaining what she was doing, and how to take care of my hair, and about makeup and how I'd look in this shade of lipstick or that shade of blusher, and about dresses and other girlie clothes. But then she also heckled me as her brother about how cute I looked in a dress, a bra, and lipstick, and about my dressing and having to behave like a girl.

Kayla had me put on a nylon robe over the nightie, and fuzzy slippers on my feet before leading me downstairs. … Mom's face lit up at the sight of us.

We went to the kitchen for cookies and ice cream, and sat around the table while they discussed what it might have been like if I HAD been born a girl. They both giggled at how things would have been different; and Mom related her experience going to shop for my training bra, which prompted recalling the shopping trip they made for Kayla's first bra. It was strange as they opened up, talking freely about their trip and girl's intimates, like I was a girl now. At least they were free to talk without fear of any caustic comments and teasing from me.

We moved to the living room for a short time. They both remarked at how well I had adapted to being a girl as I arranged my nightie and robe as I sat. Kayla came over and removed my curlers, but then had to run upstairs to retrieve the pink hair ribbon to tie my hair back for bed. She made a neat bow on top of my head, hugged me, and giggled.

Mom and Kayla saw me to bed then, and giggled as I slipped between the sheets. Climbing into bed in a nightgown was a new experience, and Mom had to help me untangle it, smoothing it down over my thighs.

Mom and Kayla woke me and sent me down to breakfast at 8 the next morning in the nightie, robe, and slippers. They giggled as I sat at the table in pink nylon with a pink hair ribbon.

"Mom, what about my nail polish ? I can't go to church with pink nail polish !" I complained.

"You'll have to. We don't have time to remove your polish and then paint them again for you this afternoon. You'll just have to manage." She said.

"MOM ! .. NO !" I cried.

"Keep it up, and we'll just take you to church in your pretty dress." She threatened.

I sat quietly eating, subdued, as Mom left, and then came back through the kitchen with some clothes, including the training bra dangling from her fingers. I heard her throw the things in the washing machine in the room just off the kitchen.

I ate quickly, and got upstairs to get out of the nightie, and into boy clothes for the first time since Saturday morning. They felt good … and safe … even if it was a suit.

I looked in the mirror at my hands with the pink fingernails running a comb through my new curls. Even with a wet comb my hair stubbornly held its curl, and there was little I could do about it. The curlers had done their job on my hair. I combed it as best I could, and left to go downstairs. I curled my fingers up into my palms. How was I going to hide my fingernails for two hours, I wondered.

Kayla was waiting in the living room in a white dress with little pink and yellow flowers. The dress had rows of white lace down the front with narrow lace around the collar and edge of her puffy short sleeves. The skirt was full and starchly crisp. She held a white purse, and she wore a white ribbon tied in a bow in her hair. She wore sheer stockings, and white pumps with 1 1/2" heels. I blushed as I looked at her, knowing how I'd be dressed girlie like my sister this afternoon.

"You look nice." I said. "..'very pretty."

"Thank you", she replied, looking at me a little funny.

We went out to the car, and I was invited by my sister to sit in front, in the middle. I usually sat in back. I watched as my sister slid onto the seat beside me, neatly scooping her full skirt. She smiled at me as she fluffed her skirt, and it spilled over my right leg.

We arrived at church, and I watched as Kayla slid out and smoothed and adjusted her dress. I put my hands in my pockets as we walked toward the front door.

I was nervous as we slipped into a pew, and anxious as I pulled my hands from my pockets to sit down. I looked about at those around us, and quickly pulled my hands into fists. I furtively glanced sideways at those near us. My face turned red as I imagined their whispering over my girlish curls, hoping no one had caught a glimpse of my pink fingernails. I looked down at the edge of my pink thumbnail. Pink sure stands out, I thought. I suppose it's why girls wear it. All through the service it was the only thing I could think about, worried that someone might notice.

Finally, the service was over, and we began filing out.

I walked out with my hands in my pockets, anxious to hurry to the safety of our car. I avoided the other boys my age, afraid they'd tease me about my hair, and demand to know why I kept my hands in my pockets.

Mom had to stop and chat with her friends outside; … and Kayla grabbed my arm and pulled me over toward her friend Megan, using my arm like a tea pot handle.. Megan looked at me funny.

"Kyle, what did you do with your hair … and what's with your hands in your pockets ?" Megan questioned.

Kayla ripped my right hand from my pocket before I could respond, and unclenched my fist.

"Fingernail polish !" Megan squealed.

My face was fiery red as I looked around at the crowd of people looking our way at Megan's squeal.

"What's he doing wearing pretty pink nail polish ?" Megan asked, turning to Kayla.

"He and two of his friends were teasing some neighbor girls. Now he and his friends have to wear dresses, and pretend they're girls, don't you Kevin ? You should see his pretty pink dress." Kayla teased.

Megan's jaw dropped; and then she squealed and giggled.

"And ..'curled his hair !" She laughed.

"Yes ..' with a pretty pink hair ribbon… huh Kathy ?" Kayla teased.

"What ? … Oh my… , I bet he looks so cu u u u t e !" Megan giggled.

"Why don't you come over ? He has to put on his pretty dress and go back over to Michelle's house this afternoon." Kayla invited.

I burned with anger and embarrassment as I stood there, defenseless.

"Oh … I'd LOVE to !" Megan squealed.

"Ok … see you in a half-hour or so then Megan. Come on Kathy, we have to get you home to get you pretty … don't we ?"

I fumed as I slipped into the front seat between Mom and Kayla, silently contemplating my fate this afternoon.

Kayla rushed right over to the washing machine to throw the things in the dryer when we arrived home. Mom sent me upstairs to get out of my suit.

"Put on a robe. Kayla and I will be up shortly." She said.

Ten minutes later I was sitting looking at my pink fingernails, and kind of apprehensive about having to wear a dress and everything again. Damn Derek, I thought, because of him Megan is going to see me dressed like a sissy girl; and I'm going to be exposed walking to Michelle's and back again in that frilly, pink dress !

Kayla came in.

"Mom said I was to put your hair up. You're going to look so pretty !"

I feebly protested, but knew it was no use.

Kayla put my hair in curlers in record time, and then sprayed my hair before fitting a bonnet over my head and turning on the dryer.

"Unzip me, … would you SIS." She giggled as she tuned around.

"I'll be right back. Don't go away." She teased as she began slipping out of her Sunday dress.

I watched as the dress slid to her knees, and she stepped out of it. I noticed the back of her pretty, lace trimmed slip with the band of her bra underneath.

Kayla retuned 5 minutes later carrying my bra, panties, and slip in one hand, and my pink dress in the other. She had changed into a white blouse and a peach skirt. I could see the unmistakably girlie crescent shape of her bra and slip under her thin blouse, and knew I'd soon be sporting my own girlie crescents.

"Ok, let's get you ready." She smiled.

She pulled the bonnet off, and quickly removed the curlers. She handed me the flower print panties, bra, and slip, warm from the dryer.

"Need any help getting dressed ?" She asked.

I looked at Kayla as I blushed, and shook my head.

"Ok then, I'll be right outside. Let me know when you've put them on, and I'll come in to help you with your dress … and hurry-up. Lunch is almost ready." Kayla said sweetly.

I slipped the panties on, but struggled with the unfamiliar bra. I slipped it off twice and inspected the catch, but still couldn't get it to latch behind my back. I opened the door, and sheepishly stood there, bra in hand.

"I thought you might have a problem." Kayla said as she took the bra.

She slid the bra up my arms, then slipped behind me, and fastened it. She smiled and giggled as she adjusted it around my chest, and ran her fingers over it.

"It's so cute. … and we mustn't forget a little help." Kayla giggled as she slipped a tissue into each cup.

"No", I protested, red-faced.

"Yes …' now for your slip… Hold your arms up."

The slippery coolness slid down over my body; and Kayla adjusted the bodice and straps just so, smiling at the slight bumps at my chest.

"Your slip is so sweet with its cute little ribbon bows." She giggled.

"..'and now for your darling little dress." She sighed, as she fluffed it, preparing it to go over my head.

"This is such a pretty, dainty little dress; … and you look so wonderfully girlie in it." Kayla giggled.

Mom came in as my sister finished tying a neat bow in back, and was primping my lace edged collar.

"Awwww, don't you make the cutest little girl ?" She cooed.

"Mo o o om !" I whined.

"Funny … Your bra seems to give you a little shape. I didn't notice that before." She mused, primping and smoothing my dress. "You look like you're really … "

Mom's voice trailed off as she looked over at Kayla with a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes Mom, doesn't he look so sweet ?" Kayla laughed. He makes such a pretty little sister. … You fix his hair, while I get him a pretty hair ribbon." Kayla added.

Mom happily brushed and combed my hair. I could tell it was curlier than ever from the way the comb struggled though it; and felt the springy recoil. Mom kind of purred as she finished, just as Kayla returned with a pink ribbon. … It was twice as wide as the ribbon I wore yesterday ! … and it seemed shinier too ! … My dear sister ! Kayla slipped it behind my neck and smiled as she tied a bow above my curly bangs; and then Mom and Kayla primped my curls as they led me over to a mirror. … My jaw dropped at the sight of the reflection in the mirror. I was sickened enough yesterday, but now with my hair all in poofed curls … and with the larger, shiny pink ribbon bow with it's V cut ends draping over my curly bangs … I just looked soooo much girlier.

"Oh wait", Kayla blurted. "She needs her lipstick."

Kayla produced the tube of lipstick, and spread the pink color over my lips.

"There", she giggled.

Mom hugged me from behind.

"Yes, oh you do look SO sweet … Kathy. Now hurry and get your shoes on. Lunch is ready."

I pulled on the lacy anklets, and then my girlie shoes with the strap as Kayla watched. Kayla then hugged me, and took me by the hand down to eat.

They both had simpering smiles as they watched me scoop my dress to sit down.

"I can't believe how well you do that." Kayla giggled. "..' as good as any … or should I say any 'other' girl."

"Mom, don't they have operations for that ? Kyle … er …Kathy could be my real little sister." She laughed … joined by my Mother.

"Gosh Mom, … I'd LOVE a little SISTER !" Kayla blurted excitedly.

We were just finishing when Megan knocked on our back door. I was already turning red as Kayla let her in. Megan came into the kitchen pulling a silky scarf from over her hair.

"Oh my God ! Kyle … is that you ? You look so adorable ! Oh Kayla, you have a such a CUTE little sister !" Megan gushed as she came over to look me over more closely.

"Oh … your slip … and … you're wearing a BRA too ? You're such a pretty g..i..r.r.l !" She squealed.

"It's a cute little training bra with a darling pink flower. … My sister's first. Mom bought it just for her." Kayla prattled, laughing.

Kayla and Megan laughed and giggled as I turned redder and redder.

"You curled his hair again I see. He looks so CUTE … and with such a pr..e..e..t..t..y pink ribbon tied in a sweet bow too … awwwww." Megan cooed.

"Fix your lipstick … sister dear." Kayla prompted.

My face burned as I pulled the lipstick from my purse, while Kayla and Megan continued giggling girlishly. Megan trilled with delight as I slid the pink color over my lips.

"Oh how sweet ! I simply love this ! How delightful … a boy put in a such a pretty, dainty dress with pretty nail polish and lipstick for teasing us girls … how wonderfully fitting !"

"It's time you leave for Michelle's." Mom called.

Kayla and Megan primped my dress, and Megan straightened and fluffed the sheer bow in back.

"Can we walk her to Michelle's house ?" Megan queried.

Kayla looked at Mom and then at Megan.

"Yeah … sure", she answered.

"Maybe we'll get to see his friends in their pretty dresses too." Megan giggled. "But I bet they don't look as sweet as our Kathy here."

"It's a little gusty out. Maybe he should wear a scarf to protect her pretty curls." She cautioned.

Kayla pulled a silky white scarf with pink rosebuds from a drawer.

"This should be perfect." She cooed as she folded it into a triangle and floated the nylon over my head.

Kayla and Megan fussed with it; and I heard the nylon sing as Kayla tied it in a knot under my chin.

"Oh yes, it goes really well with her dress … and matches her lipstick. He makes such a sweet girl." Megan giggled as she fussed with the edges to frame my face.

The pink and white silky nylon felt so smooth, pretty, and girlie against my cheeks. I watched Megan slip her scarf over her hair, and Kayla pull a blue and white daisy print scarf from a drawer and slip it over her hair, so we three looked so similar.

Megan and Kayla eagerly escorted me out the door toward Michelle's house. I was astonished to realize that I didn't mind their company. I felt less exposed and vulnerable than I did walking alone as a girl in a prissy party dress.

The first puff of wind came as a complete surprise, lifting my dress hem. I yelped as my hands shot down to my thighs to keep it down. Kayla and Megan laughed as they skillfully turned slightly away from the gusts. Their skirts only lifted slightly, although I caught a glimpse of Megan's lace hemmed slip. My dress was much lighter, and Megan teased me about nearly seeing my panties.

"Are you wearing pretty panties, Kathy ?" She teased.

"Oh yes, pretty flowered ones." Kayla assured her.

Lindsey met us a hundred feet of so from Michelle's house… with a girlfriend.

"Hi Kathy", she called sweetly. "This is my friend Chrissy. Chrissy this is Kathy."

Lindsey looked at me with expectation, and a twinkle in her eye.

"Hi Chrissy", I greeted.

My face burned, and I gritted my teeth as I held the skirt of my dress and curtsied.

Megan's jaw dropped, and she squealed loudly. Kayla squealed too, but it was nearly drowned out by Megan. The girls all giggled in delight as my face turned redder and redder.

"Oh Kathy, you do that so sweetly ! You make such a cute girlie girl !" Megan cackled.

"Did you teach her that ?" Megan asked Lindsey.

"Yes … well, Michelle, Charlene, Bobbi Jo, and I did."

My face was still fiery red as I looked at the girls.

"Lindsey, this is Megan, … and I think you know my sister Kayla." I said.

"What … no curtsy ?" Kayla commented.

The girls laughed.

"It looks like you have been having some fun." Megan commented, looking in my direction.

"Oh yes ! Are you kidding me ? It's been great ! We couldn't believe it when our mothers and their mothers agreed to let us do this… and Mrs. Lawson … she was all for it !"

"Well, he looks just adorable !" Megan trilled.

"Yes … you should see Jimmy … er I mean Jeannie." Lindsey laughed. "He makes such a pretty girl. … Of course Kathy here is a pretty girl too in her pretty pink dress with her pretty, pink hair ribbon. … And you've given him some cute curls. He makes such a perfectly prissy girl !"

The girls giggled as I felt my face glow red.

"Come on Kathy, the other girls will be expecting us." Lindsey said.

"Can we come see the other boys ?" Megan giggled.

"Sure, … wait till you see Jimmy." Lindsey giggled.

Michelle let us in; and I was surprised as Michelle and then Charlene greeted me with a hug.

"Oh … what a pr..e..e..t..t..y scarf … and pretty curls with a pretty, new hair ribbon ! Oh, you look so pretty today Kathy. … You look so s.w.e.e.e.t." Michelle gushed.

I felt my face burning with embarrassment at the girlish praise as I undid the loose knot, and slipped the silky scarf from my hair. I felt so girlish looking at their bright, smiling faces, unsure what to do with the fluid, silky, flower print material now dangling sissishly from my girlie, pink tipped fingers alongside my purse.

I noticed everyone was there, but unlike yesterday the girls were all wearing skirts or dresses. Jimmy and Derek were sitting with Sally Jane, cradling their dolls.

"Girls this is my friend Chrissy. Chrissy, you've met Michelle, her Mother, and Bobbi Jo. This is Charlene, … and this is Jeannie and Darlene", Lindsey announced.

Jeannie and Darlene blushed as they rose and curtsied, holding their skirts out delicately like the prissiest girls.

"Nice to meet you." They said, to giggles and laughter from the girls.

"Oh … Jeannie IS a pretty girl !" Megan exclaimed.

Jimmy blushed; and Sally Jane smiled, and snuggled her new girlfriend.

"Oh, they all look so sweet in their dresses … and pretty hair ribbons." Megan tittered.

I was invited to sit with Darlene and Jeannie on the couch; and the girls all smiled as I scooped my dress to sit, with the feminine scarf still clutched in my fingers. Jeannie and Darlene scootched over to give me room, and Jeannie's dress rode up slightly.

"Jeannie, your slip is showing. Fix your dress … dear." Michelle instructed.

Jeannie blushed as she tugged her dress over her knees while the room full of girls giggled.

"Oh Michelle, Charlene, Lindsey, Bobbi Jo … you've done such a splendid job of turning these boys into such sweet, pretty, good little girls." Kayla giggled.

"Oh yes ! They look so adorable in their dresses. They all make such cute g.i.r.l.s !" Chrissy laughed.

The girls laughed and carried on for a few minutes as the girls related everything that happened the last few days … until Kayla and Megan excused themselves. We all said goodbye to them at the door.

"Goodbye little sister. Be a good little girl today, Kathy." Kayla giggled while she primped my dress and curls. "Where is YOUR dolly to hold and play with, Sissy ?"

"Find her dolly, Sally Jane." Michelle called to her sister.

Kayla and Megan left; and Chrissy scrutinized Darlene, Jeanie, and me in our frilly dresses as we drifted back to our seats. The girls all watched as we scooped our dresses to sit. Darlene and Jeanie had some difficulty scooping their dresses while juggling their purses and dolls; and the girls laughed. I laid my purse and silky scarf in my lap before Sally handed me a baby doll.

We sat and talked, and talked, and blushed, and talked … about dresses, shades of lipstick, dolls, hair … different ways to curl it, and how to comb, brush and care for it, hair ribbons and barrettes… and boys behaving badly…( other boys, not us ) Bobbi Jo, Lindsey, and other girls took delight in coming over to primp our dresses and hair ribbons… and giggling as the discussions rambled.

It was over an hour later before Michelle's Mom called to us.

"Kathy, Jeannie, Darlene… would you come out to the kitchen and help me cut and serve ice cream and cake ? Leave your purses and dolls, girls."

"You'll have to help each other put on your aprons girls. …' and make nice, neat bows girls." Mrs. Martin directed as we came into the kitchen.

We stubbornly tried to tie our own aprons, but tying a bow behind your back turned out to be more difficult than we thought, especially on top of the bows of our dresses. Michelle's Mom laughed at us, and we finally conceded we had to help each other. Jimmy/Jeanie managed to tie her yellow and white ruffled and lace full apron, but Mrs. Martin primped the bow so it looked nice. The girls giggled at us as we fussed over each other's bows, trying to make them neat and straight.

"Gosh, I can't believe how you've got them behaving so girlish and prissy." Chrissy laughed.

My face was aflame as the girls tittered.

"They have to stay in dresses and ribbons if they don't." Michelle explained.

The girls were giddy as we brought them dishes of ice cream and cake. Their giggling comments about our sissy aprons and dresses kept our faces flushed with shades of red and pink, even as we joined them with our own desert dishes.

"Kathy and Jeannie, you are looking and acting so much like girls … and even Darlene is being much more girl-like and dainty." Charlene giggled.

The other girls agreed, giggling.

"Yes, look how sweetly they sit in their dresses and pretty aprons with their knees together, just like real girls." Lindsey commented, to more giggles from the girls.

"And look at them blush … like girls." Michelle teased.

"I think they like their frilly dresses and aprons." Bobbi Jo added.

"Who tied your pretty hair ribbons girls ? … I bet they did; … and they're tied so pretty and neat." Charlene teased.

"No … my sister.." I protested weakly.

Jeannie and Darlene just sat there blushing.

"Ok my little maids, bring the dirty dishes out to the kitchen, and rinse them off." Mrs. Martin directed.

We did as we were told, and then Mrs. Martin had us remove and fold our aprons before returning to the living room. We barely sat down before the girls reminded us to freshen our lipstick. The girls giggled as they watched as we smoothed fresh lipstick onto our lips with help from our mirrored compacts.

"You do that so well. What cute girls you make." Lindsey teased.

"You look so pretty in lipstick and dresses." Michelle added.

"Yes, your mothers should keep you in dresses. You make such sweet, sissy girls." Charlene cooed.

The three of us were red-faced, and completely mortified.

"I think you boys have done very well in your dresses. You all look so sweet. … I just have to get some pictures before you go." Mrs. Martin said.

We boys looked at each other, and silently groaned as Mrs. Martin posed us, snapping individual pictures of each of us holding our dolls, and then the three of us curtsying together, and then grouped us: Michelle and me, Lindsey and Jeannie, Charlene and Darlene, Jeannie, and Sally Jane, the entire group of us, plus a few extra pictures of Jeannie with Michelle and Sally Jane, and others until she ran out of film.

"I know you boys have learned your lesson, and will never pick on the girls ever again … will you ?" Mrs. Martin quizzed.

Jimmy, Derek and I shook our heads.

"No Mrs. Martin", we replied.

"You've done well accepting your punishment, and can come back any time. I'm sure you 'girls' can all be friends now." She stated.

"My, don't you boys look so cute in your dresses ?" She exclaimed, giggling.

The girls giggled too, and hugged us. They hugged us and talked to us just like girlfriends. It was odd, as I found I had feelings of friendship towards the girls, despite everything that happened. I also had respect for what they now held over us. If they decided to tell everything to everyone at school, us boys were in for it.

Michelle took my purse, giggling that I wouldn't be needing it anymore; and I was surprised when Lindsey took my scarf, floating it over my hair, and tying it under my chin.

"Such a pretty scarf. … You'll want to protect those pretty curls." She cooed.

I left Michelle's, and found myself outside once more dressed as a sissy girl in the pink dress. I felt so scared and timid exposed to the world like this, on my own. I prayed I wouldn't see any boys on the way home. I had to constrain myself once more to keep from running, or taking longer, boyish strides, and giving myself away. I even turned my hands out at the wrist, and kept my elbows in to appear as girlish as I looked.

About halfway home I came up on two girls headed the other way.

"Hi", the girl in the blue dress greeted.

"Hi", I replied, a creeping flush coming to my cheeks.

"That's a pretty dress." She said, stopping for a closer look.

They looked a year or two older than me. They had smallish breasts, and wore nylons like my sister …. high school girls.

I had no choice but to stop. It would be rude and suspicious of me to keep walking.

"Thank you", I replied in my softest girl voice.

"What's your name ?" Her girlfriend asked.

"Kathy", I answered.

"That's pretty. I'm Sandy, and this is my friend Krista." She smiled.

"You look so pretty with your pretty scarf, and matching pink lipstick and nail polish. … My mother wouldn't let me wear lipstick until just a few weeks ago." Krista commented.

"Uh … thanks", I replied; and then out of recent habit and nervousness I curtsied.

The girls giggled, and looked at me strangely.

"Oh sheeesh …. Did your mother teach you to do that ? … You're so prissy !" Sandy admonished.

The girls giggled, and I turned crimson. I walked away while they continued to laugh and giggle.

My face burned in embarrassment as I continued toward home, still walking girlishly with my hands turned outward displaying my bright pink fingernails. Here I was looking and acting like the sissiest of girls … even to other girls !

I heard a wolf-whistle that startled me. My face was immediately red, and I looked around for whence it came, but I saw no one but the two girls now nearly 100 yards away. It wasn't until another 30 feet up the sidewalk did I see a smiling Megan with Kayla on our Porch. Kayla let out another whistle.

"Wow ! Pretty girl ! Hi sweetie. Woo woo !" Megan called out.

Oh great, I thought, Kayla and Megan are on the porch waiting for me. I had hoped to slip up to my room unnoticed, and get out of this dress and into shirt and pants without any interference. I looked around to see if Megan's outburst had attracted attention. It seemed like such a long way to reach the relative safety of my porch; and my face was still red when I climbed the steps.

"Hi Kathy", Kayla called. "My little sister is home."

"Oh Kathy, you look so sweet in your dainty pink dress, … and your pretty pink hair ribbon." Megan teased. "I see you are wearing your pretty scarf too. Awww … you want to protect your pretty curls."

I could only blush. I was in no position to protest or argue dressed like I was.

"Come join us on the swing, Kathy." Megan invited.

Megan placed her hand at the small of my back, and nudged me over to the swing where they sat me between them. They primped over my dress, adjusting my skirt over my lap just so.

"Where is your purse ?" Megan asked.

"Michelle kept it. I don't have to dre… do this anymore. … Can I go up and change ?" I warily inquired.

Megan and Kayla looked at each other; and I wondered why I needed their permission.

"Ummm … sure Kathy. That's a good idea. Let's go find something nice for you. You can't wear your pretty party dress all the time, now can you ?" Megan teased.

"No … uh … but I don't have to … uh …wear a dress. " I protested, fearful Kayla was talking about making me wear one of her dresses.

Kayla led me into the house as she removed my scarf.

"OH ! … Hi Kathy, you're home. Good, you can set the table for dinner. … Will you stay for dinner Megan ?"

"Oh YES ! Thank you." Megan eagerly replied.

"M..o..o..o mmmm, can't I change first ? I don't have to go back to Michelle's." I whined.

A big smile came to Mom's face.

"No, I think Kathy can set the table for us." She replied.

Kayla and Megan were all smiles.

"Umm … Mom, we were thinking Kathy has been in her party dress long enough. Maybe we should put her in a different dress before she soils Michelle's dress." Kayla proffered.

"Hmmm, maybe you're right. … Do you have something … for your sister to wear ?" Mom asked, a slightly impish smile coming to her face.

"Sure Mom, I have lots of nice dresses I've outgrown that should fit." Kayla responded.

"What ? …. Noooo… " I protested.

Megan giggled.

Kayla and Megan ushered me up to Kayla's room, where Kayla began sorting through her closet, and pulled several dresses out. Kayla's room was always so girlishly tidy. Her bed was made with a flowery bedspread with lacy ruffles, with a doll propped up against her pillows.

"Ok, take off your dress." Kayla directed.

I looked at her… It was buttoned in back !

"I can't '… You have to help." I muttered feebly.

Kayla giggled as she unbuttoned the back of my dress, and then pulled it up over my head.

"Take off your slip. It goes with your dress." Kayla directed.

Megan took the slip from my hand after I slipped it off, holding it up by its straps, admiring it.

"It looks so sweet", Megan cooed, "but then so do you … Kathy … in your cute training bra and pretty panties."

Megan ran her fingers over my training bra, examining the little flower and other details. I felt so weak and helpless standing there in Kayla's bedroom in bra and panties with Kayla and Megan … like some little girl.

Kayla sorted through her top dresser drawer, pulling a white, lace trimmed slip out.

"Here, help her into this, Megan." Kayla said.

Megan smiled as she slipped the white nylon over my head, and adjusted the ribbon straps as the lacy hem settled just above my knees. I looked down at the white, girlie lace now arched across my chest. The cool, smooth nylon felt different than the taffeta slip, and the bust had loose folds to fit over my sister's small figure, not flat like Michelle's slip.

Kayla held up a powder blue dress with white lace accents to me, and then a cream colored dress with pink, yellow and green flowers. Kayla and Megan smiled as they assessed them, and then choosing the cream dress, and slipped it over my head.

"I used to love this dress. It's too bad I outgrew it", Kayla commented, cheerily, "but it fits you … my dear sister, nicely."

Megan and Kayla chuckled as they zipped it in back, and smoothed the dress all around, while Megan tied the attached self ties into a neat bow in back.

Kayla primped my curls, and then looked me up and down.

"You need to freshen your lipstick. Where's your lipstick ? … Oh yeah… Michelle kept it. Well, I'm sure I have a pink lipstick."

I was sick as Kayla sorted through her cosmetics on her dresser, and brought over three tubes, holding each color up to my lips. Choosing one, she slid it over my lips, and told me to me press my lips together.

"There ! Much better ! Oh, you look so sweet !" Kayla giggled. "It's fun having a cute little sister. ………. and one to help with doing dishes and housework too !"

"Oh Kayla …' a sweet little sister … and a little maid." Megan laughed.

Megan and Kayla giggled as they fussed over me before leading me back downstairs.

"Now don't make any trouble. There'll be no complaining to Mom. You are going to stay in a dress for us tonight … or Megan and I will make sure everyone knows how sweet a girl you were all weekend." Kayla threatened before leading me into the kitchen.

"Here she is, Mom. I told you my old dresses would fit her." Kayla announced proudly.

"Oh Kathy, … don't you look sweet ? … I remember this dress. … She looks as pretty as you used to, Kayla." Mom commented, laughing.

"..' doesn't she ? … Show her how cute you curtsy, Kathy. The girls taught her." Kayla chimed.

My face burned as I held the edge of my flowered dress, and curtsied.

"Oh, that's so darling ! … ' and remarkable. So much nicer than yesterday morning. I can't get you to even say 'thank you' half the time; and here the girls have you being so courteous. … and all it took was a pretty dress…." Mom sighed, obviously amused.

"Now for your apron to keep your dress nice and clean." Kayla cooed as she picked up the white pinafore apron and helped me into it.

"Oh Mom, it's so much fun having such a nice little sister !" Kayla trilled.

Mom smiled radiantly as Kayla fussed over me and my girlie clothes.

Kayla and Megan helped me set the table before we sat down to eat.

All through dinner the three of them smiled at me, and talked to me politely, and treated me like I was their angel of a girl in a pretty pinafore and dress, with Mom even asking "Miss Kathy" to pass the butter !

"Go relax Mom, Kathy and I will clear the table and do the dishes, won't we little sis ?" Kayla proffered sweetly when we were finished.

"Wow … I could get used to this ! …'volunteering for house chores ? Do you have anything to say Kyle … er Kathy ?" Mom responded, looking a little taken- aback.

"No … it's all right. We'll do the dishes." I answered meekly, glancing sideways at my sister, who was smiling Cheshirely.

Megan helped as we cleared the table, and then I was put to washing the dishes as Kayla and Megan dried. Mom came wandering back into the kitchen to sit and watch. I was kept in a constant state of blushing embarrassment as they all commented how girlishly sweet I looked in the lacy frills with my curls and hair ribbon.

Megan helped me out of the apron when we were done, and then turned to Mom.

"We're going to take Kathy up to my room to freshen up, Mom." She announced, her arm around my shoulder.

Mom smiled as Kayla, Megan and I headed upstairs.

Kayla and Megan fussed some more over my dress and curls when we got to Kayla's room. It was like I was their full-sized doll to dress and play with. Kayla freshened my lipstick, and then had me sit.

"Let's see what we can do with your makeup …. Sis." She giggled.

Megan watched closely as Kayla skillfully ran her mascara brush over my lashes several times, and then used her eyelash curler, followed by more mascara. She chose a light powder blue to brush on my lids, and then brushed my cheeks lightly with pink blusher, and finished with a final coat of lipstick. Megan cooed as Kayla presented me with a mirror. I was surprised to see the soft, girlie girl in the mirror. I looked every bit as girlie as Jimmy ! My eyelashes were long, curly and so coquettish. Kayla had worked magic….

"Oh, she has such pretty eyelashes." Megan teasingly commented. "She's a real doll ! … Kathy … you should have been a girl !"

Kayla and Megan tittered with amusement.

"Oh yes ! … She'd be a real heart-breaker in a couple years." Megan giggled.

"Yes Kathy, … you'd be starting to fill out your training bra next year, and start wearing stockings and heels along with your other girl classmates. Oh, you'd be such a pretty, popular girl !" Kayla teased.

Kayla went over to her dresser, and pulled out a white garter belt trimmed with ribbons and lace, and held it up to my waist.

"Oh yes, you'd be wearing such things as this." She giggled.

"Oh Kayla ! That's so … retro … and so cool !" Megan squealed.

My cheeks flushed as Kayla and Megan laughed, and tittered girlishly, teasing me.

"Let's see what all I have to fit you." Kayla enthused.

My sister delved into her closet, and handed Megan the blue dress, followed by another dress, several skirts and several blouses.

"Hey … I can't believe …' I still have this." Kayla giggled, holding up a starched white blouse with cap sleeves.

It had a small rounded collar with dainty scalloped lace trim, and the placket in front had tiny pink flowers, and matched the bands on the cap short sleeves. They slipped my dress off, and I stood there in the white lacy slip before Kayla helped me into the blouse, and buttoned it up the front.

"Cute", Megan chirped.

"Yes, … and I haven't worn this since … fifth grade !" Kayla giggled. "It's such a cute blouse … and it fits !"

Kayla then selected a pink A-line skirt with a single pleat over each leg about two-thirds up from the hem. Kayla zipped and buttoned it on the side.

"Oh, it's darling !" Megan trilled. "It's definitely grade-school. There's no darts for a bust. It's just perfect for our little Kathy here."

"Yes", Kayla giggled. "I'm surprised it's still in my closet."

Megan tugged at the hem of the skirt to cover the white lace just above my knees before they slipped the blouse and skirt off to try on more of Kayla's things.

Kayla squealed as she produced another dress; and they were both giddy as they quickly slipped it over my head. It was a light yellow organza dress with pink and white flowers, with rows of white lace to just below the bust, and self-ties that tied in a bow in back. It had a dainty lace trimmed collar, and was sleeveless. Kayla then had me slip into a sheer, pale-yellow half jacket that went with the dress. It had a ruffled edge all around, and tied just under my bust in a half-knot with the ruffled ends hanging loosely.

"I used to wear this dress to Church … and parties." She giggled.

"It's so dainty … and adorable !" Megan cooed. "You have a lot of pretty clothes for your .. uh .. sweet, dainty little sister."

"She's going to end up with quite a pretty wardrobe all right. She's going to have lots of sweet dresses, skirts and blouses. I can't wear them anymore, and they are just right for Kathy." Kayla giggled.

I looked at Kayla and Meagan in shocked disbelief.

"Oh yes … you will put on your pretty dresses and be my sister … and our little girl whenever we say … or we'll let everyone know and see what a pretty, sissy girl you make." Kayla giggled as she produced a camera, and began taking pictures.

I was dismayed and distressed, but cowed and defeated by my condition and position. There was nothing I could do.

Kayla had to show me off to Mom in her old Sunday dress; and Mom was delighted seeing the pretty dress again, and how well I fit into it.

It was 9 o'clock, and Kayla still hadn't run out of dresses, skirts and blouses for me to try on, when Mom called to say it was time we got ready for bed. Kayla removed my lipstick and makeup, but I had to plead with her to help me remove my nail polish. In exchange I had to promise to be "Kathy" again for my sister when she asked without resistance. Kayla and her friend Megan giggled joyously at the thought of having "Kathy" back to play with again. Megan was still giggling as she left to go home.

It was with some relief and exhaustion when I put on my PJs and fell into bed.

  

  

  

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