The Girl Within

by Julie

Part III

 

Caroline woke me up early Friday morning. She told me to get washed up, and put on bra, panties, and girdle before coming to her room.

Caroline put me in stockings, full slip, a plain white blouse with a ruffled lace trimmed collar, and a flowered A line skirt. She combed my hair, and tied it with the pink ribbon; and I put on pink lipstick, before we went down and started breakfast. We had the table set and breakfast ready when Mom came down in her robe.

"Good morning Mom, what can we get you for breakfast?" Caroline asked.

Mom seemed to rock back on her heels.

"You can find my real children." Mom replied.

"What ... you don't recognize your pretty daughters?" Caroline quipped, giggling as she primped over my curls.

"You certainly look like my pretty daughters. I ... I hardly know what to think anymore."

We served eggs, bacon, and French toast, while Mom reveled.

"I'm going to the sales with Sherry and Deana. Krista here will take care of the breakfast dishes and keep you company today until I get back, won't you sister dear?" Caroline questioned.

I nodded as Caroline went upstairs to freshen up before going.

I poured Mom another cup of coffee, before starting to clear the breakfast dishes.

"I can't believe the change in you in girl clothes. How can you look and act so sweet and pretty in a dress, and be so hateful toward girls when you aren't?" Mom questioned.

I blushed as I continued to wash the dishes with my back turned.

"It's fortunate you look so pretty as a girl. As long as you senselessly attack your sister like you do, the more time you could be spending in skirts. ... Do you have anything to say?"

I looked back at Mom, and shook my head as I turned back to continue doing the breakfast dishes.

"Well, then we'll just keep you in skirts today." Mom sighed. "It will just be us girls."

I finished the dishes, and Mom and I went out to the living room. Mom watched as I scooped my skirt under me, and sat slightly to one side, keeping my nylon-encased legs together.

"Maybe we should be going to the Christmas sales too ... and get you your own dresses ... and panties and such." Mom teased, shaking her head in confused disbelief at the completely sweet, girlish image opposite her.

I felt a shy pink flushing my cheeks.

It was a few minutes later when Mom rose and went upstairs to dress. I was free to just walk about downstairs in my skirt and blouse, and looked at my pretty reflection in the mirror. I primped my hair ribbon, applied a fresh coat of lipstick, and looked at the pretty lace showing through my blouse. I was enjoying the freedom to explore the house as a girl for about half-an-hour, when Mom called.

I went upstairs and into her room. Mom was dressed in a blouse and skirt herself, and called me over. She primped at my curls with a comb, and then sat me at her vanity, and applied a cream to my face, followed by a light, translucent powder, mascara, a pink blusher, and finally a wetter, more vibrant pink lipstick. She then turned my face to her mirror. I was a little shocked, as I looked softer, and even more feminine.

"Wow", I muttered.

"Yes ... wow ... You make a pretty girl. ... You look so soft and sweet as a girl ... don't you honey?" Mom gently whispered.

I could only nod slowly.

Mom led me from her room over to Caroline's room, where she sorted through her closet.

"Take off your blouse and skirt." She said.

I felt very girlish as I unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my frilly chest with my bra and slip straps, and then stepping out of my skirt, and seeing my nylon tops and garters through my milky white slip.

"Caroline dresses you so thoroughly." Mom giggled, looking at my complete set of feminine underwear.

Mom held a couple of dresses up to me before selecting a frilly white dress with a mostly pink flower print. Mom slipped it over my head, zipped it up in back, and tied the self-ties in a bow.

She had me look at my reflection in the mirror of the girl in the soft, flowing, full-skirted, spring-type dress. I smiled as I ran my pink-tipped fingers over the smooth, pretty, waist and skirt, turning this way and that.

"It's a very pretty dress, don't you think?" Mom giggled.

I nodded, and blushed. I looked at the pink cheeked girl in the mirror, blushing so girlishly, and blushed all the more.

"Would you like to try on another pretty dress?" Mom suggested.

My face was now burning red; and I was unable to move or speak.

"Come, let's see if you can pick another dress to try on." Mom urged, taking my arm, and guiding me over to Caroline's closet.

My heart was pounding, and I blushed profusely as Mom browsed through my sister's frilly dresses.

"Which dress would you like to try on next? Come on, your sister has so many pretty dresses. Find one you'd like to wear, or just try." Mom urged.

I felt my chest pounding as I slowly, carefully touched the dresses on the rack, assessing them, until I came to a shiny pink satin dress with puffy short sleeves, and a big puffy bow in back.

"Ahhh, a pretty Princess dress in pink. Yes, it is so girlie." Mom cooed.

Mom pulled the dress out of the closet, laid it over Caroline's bed, and then unzipped my dress, and had me step out of it. Mom replaced the dress in the closet, before fluffing the satin/taffeta dress, and slipping it over my head. The dress swished and rustled so girlishly as it settled over my body, and Mom smoothed it, and zipped it up in back, and fastened the bow. The bodice had a large, square open neckline, trimmed in eyelet lace. I felt like a fairy princess in the formal dress. I turned for Mom, and she giggled. She led me over to the mirror, and I looked at my reflection, disappointed, for it didn't fit me too well, as the satin bosom ballooned over my tiny chest.

"Well, not all dresses are going to fit you right. That's why you have to try them on." Mom giggled.

The dress rustled again so loudly as Mom helped me out of it, and then Mom chose a blue georgette dress with white lace accents. This dress, too, didn't look the best on me.

Mom pulled the pink and white, silky bow blouse from the closet, and had me put it on. Mom tied a big bow at my neck, fluffing it, before pulling out a white pleated skirt, and had me step into it, buttoning it at my waist.

"You look so girlie sweet and soft in this blouse." Mom tittered. "Ok ... grab your purse. It's about lunch time."

We went downstairs, and made hot turkey sandwiches with gravy for lunch. Mom cautioned me to be careful with my blouse and the loose ties. I held my left hand up, my pink fingernails splayed over my bust; and Mom giggled, as it looked so girlie.

Mom and I relaxed in the living room after lunch, after both of us freshened our lipstick. My full, pleated skirt draped over my knees when I sat, providing ample modesty, unlike my former two skirts.

Caroline came home around 2PM ... and arrived with her friends Sherry, Deana, and Jillian. My face turned scarlet as I sat, frozen, in the living room, unable to run and hide.

"Hi Mom ... hi K r i s t a" Caroline drawled.

"Hi Mrs. Carson", Caroline's friends greeted.

"Krista! Hi sweetie!" Sherry called out.

Sherry, Deana, and Jillian came over and fawned over me.

"Oh how SWEET he looks! You mean he's your brother?" Jillian squealed.

Sherry, Deana, and Caroline assured her I was, indeed, Caroline's little brother, to my mounting embarrassment.

"Oh my! What a darling, girlie blouse!" Jillian giggled.

"Oh, he blushes so girlie too." Deana teased.

The girls had their fun fussing over me, giggling over my very feminine blouse and skirt, as well as my hair ribbon and makeup; ... and the girls lifted my skirt high enough to satisfy their curiosity that I was wearing nylons with garters. Jillian shrieked over my wearing a girdle and stockings.

The girls pulled me over to sit with them on the couch; and then they began telling of their shopping exploits of today. They pulled out some cute tops, and skirts to show us. I just sat there between Sherry and Jillian as the girls chatted, until Caroline suggested they go up to her room. Sherry grabbed my hand.

"You can come too, Krista." She said, pulling me along.

The girls were giddy as they ushered me into Caroline's room.

My skirt and slip were soon lifted waist high for the girls to view my entire girdle, and they giggled at my totally feminine foundations and all.

The girls then pulled out bras, a girdle, and several half-slips they had purchased. Here they had been shy about displaying them openly downstairs, but were at ease about showing them freely in front of me now.

It was a little difficult sitting on Caroline's bed in a skirt, and I had to get up every so often to straighten my skirt before resitting.

"You're going to get your skirt all wrinkled." Deana said. "Take your skirt off."

"Yeah ... it's just us girls. Take off your skirt." Sherry echoed.

I blushed as the girls continued to tell me to remove my skirt, and so I unbuttoned it, and stepped out of my skirt, to their soft squeals of glee.

"Pretty slip", Jillian commented. "Show us the rest of it."

I turned red-faced again as the girls implored me to remove my blouse as well.

Caroline helped me off with my blouse, and the girls' faces lit up at the sight of me in a pretty, lacy, full slip. ... It took the girls a couple of minutes to calm from their giggling giddiness over me in such girlie lingerie; but then they went back to their girl talk, and chattered amongst themselves. It felt comforting somehow to be amongst the girls in pretty, feminine lingerie, with the girls now so relaxed and accepting.

I listened as the girls talked of the inadequacies in their looks; dull hair, large thighs, etc. ... all the real and imagined fears of teenaged girls. It made me realize how vulnerable the pretty teen goddesses I knew also felt. I also felt sad at my inability to reassure them. How could I, in such sissy lace, ribbons and lipstick, tell them how pretty and angelic they appeared to boys? I enjoyed insight ... and unexpected freedom, and yet was imprisoned still.

The girls' conversation was interrupted when Mom looked in.

"Would you girls like to stay for supper? We have plenty of Thanksgiving leftovers."

Mom looked at me in my slip in shock!

"Krista! What ...? Come, you can help me set the table."

Mom seemed mildly amused as she held my bow blouse while I slipped back into it; and then I pulled the white pleated skirt on, before Mom meticulously tied a neat, fluffy bow at my neck.

Mom put her arm around me as we went downstairs, and hugged me, and kissed the side of my head before we set the table, and reheated the leftovers.

The girls came down, and giggled over my frilly apron, and

hugged me as well, before taking their seats around the table. It was like we were all girls, as they even joked freely with each other about their breast size, and Deana complained about her period. I was astounded at my acceptance as just another girl; and Mom never shushed them about me, a boy, in their midst.

My sister and her friends migrated to the living room while Mom and I cleaned up the kitchen, after the girls thanked Mom profusely for the nice meal.

It was just a few minutes after Mom and I joined them in the living room when Caroline's friends expressed their thanks, and said they had to leave. Sherry, Deana, and Jillian hugged me as they said their goodbyes, with Deana even kissing my cheek. They all seemed so sweet as we bid them goodbye.

Mom stated Caroline's friends seemed like such nice girls as we settled in the living room. It was just a few minutes later when I yawned. Caroline and I had gotten up so early.

Caroline rose, and held out her hand.

"Come on, little sis, it's time we get you washed and into bed."

We kissed Mom goodnight and went upstairs. Caroline removed everything down to what she called my "bare necessities", my bra, panties and girdle, and saw that I cleaned my face of makeup, and then hugged me and kissed my cheek before I went to bed.

I found Mom and Caroline already eating breakfast when I came down the next morning.

"Oh ... it's you, David." Caroline said as I came into the kitchen.

She sounded disappointed.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to put on a pretty blouse and skirt?" Mom teased.

I made a face, grabbed the milk and cereal, and sat down.

"They would go much nicer with your pretty fingernails." Caroline chimed.

I looked at my pink fingernails as Mom and Caroline lightly giggled.

"Sorry honey, but Krista IS really sweet." Mom remarked.

I blushed, slightly miffed.

Mom and Caroline giggled lightly again at my blushing.

"Yes ... it would probably be as easy to change into a blouse and skirt as it would be to remove your pretty nail polish." Caroline said coyly, continuing her teasing.

Mom and Caroline giggled, having a good time at my expense.

I cleaned the polish from my fingernails after breakfast, and went out to play.

A week later, on Sunday I got out of my suit clothes after church and Sunday dinner, and put on my pretty, girlie foundations and lingerie. A short while later Mom called from downstairs, as a couple of my friends had come over to see if I wanted to come out and play. I quickly stripped, stuffing the clothes in the back of my dresser, dressed in my play clothes, and went out with them.

The next day, Monday, when I came home from school, Mom came into my room.

"What are you doing with these?" Mom asked, holding out my girdle, stockings, bra... etc.

"Are these your sister's? Did you sneak them from her?" She questioned.

"Uh ... no Mom", I replied, blushing.

"Then whose are they? ... Did you steal them?"

"NO!" I cried.

"Well then, who do they belong to?" She demanded.

"Um ... uh ... they are mine." I answered.

"What?" She questioned, in disbelief.

"Uh ... yeah ... They are mine ... I bought them." I said, blushing in total embarrassment.

"You bought them?" Mom repeated, looking at me, skeptical.

"What ... what are you doing with them?"

I just blushed, looking at the floor.

"Ok ... then put them on. I want to see you get dressed ... in YOUR clothes." She challenged.

I looked at her in shock.

"Well...?" She said.

"Here? ... Now?" I questioned, shakily.

"Bashful? ... I'll give you THREE minutes. Put them ALL on!" Mom instructed, and left my room.

I removed my clothes, and put on the panties, bra, girdle, and was just attaching my second stocking to my girdle when Mom returned. I was beet red, there under her gaze, in a bra, girdle and stockings. I was so embarrassed as I then pulled the lacy slip on while she watched.

Mom looked dubious as she studied to see how everything fit me.

"You mean to tell me you bought these to wear?" Mom questioned.

I nodded.

She then grabbed my wrist, and pulled me across to Caroline's room. She handed me a pink and white flower print blouse and the white pleated skirt to put on, and then the white shoes, before she pulled me from Caroline's room.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Caroline arrived home from school.

"What the..." Caroline questioned.

"It seems your brother has his own lingerie ... panties, bra, girdle ... stockings." Mom stated.

"Yeah ... I know Mom, I helped him buy them." Caroline acknowledged, looking a bit bewildered.

"You ... what?" Mom questioned.

"He really liked dressing up as a girl. I didn't want him sneaking into my things, so I took him shopping." Caroline explained.

Mom looked a bit shocked at the two of us.

"How long has this been going on?" Mom questioned.

" ..' a few weeks." Caroline replied.

Mom then looked over at me to confirm or deny. I was still in a perpetual blush, looking at the floor. Mom looked at the two of us, perplexed, before grabbing my wrist again, pulling me to the utility room.

"If you are going to dress like a girl, you can just help me with sorting the laundry."

It was pretty embarrassing, as Mom had to show me how to fold practically everything! I felt pretty inept as she showed me how to properly fold even the simplest items towels and face cloths; and it was really embarrassing when she showed me how to fold their bras and panties. I took an armful upstairs, to my room, the bath, and then delivered Caroline's things. Caroline looked at me cautiously, before a slight smile came to her face as she took her folded underwear and things from me.

"Well, you said you wanted to wear girl clothes. You may be getting a little more than you bargained for." She said.

I felt so humiliated. It was one thing to put on a dress for Halloween, or to be made to wear girl clothes ... and entirely another to be dressed in my own girlie clothes, and stand before Mom as a sissy boy who wants to dress as a girl.

I timidly returned downstairs to set the table, and help Mom with dinner.

It was pretty quiet as we ate. Caroline volunteered to help me with the dishes afterwards, leaving Mom to go relax in the living room.

"Go take him upstairs, and fix his hair and face, so he looks like the girl he wants to be, Caroline." Mom said as we came out into the living room.

I felt dismal as Caroline brushed and combed my hair, and then put lipstick on me.

We returned downstairs about 20 minutes later. Mom just glanced at me as I sat, and ignored me for nearly another 20 minutes as she watched the news.

"What ... no hair ribbon, Krista? You look prettier with a hair ribbon, don't you think?" Mom questioned.

I nodded slightly, not knowing what else to say or do.

"Well, go upstairs and get one. I'm sure you know how to tie a pretty bow by yourself by now."

I went up to Caroline's room, and slipped a pink ribbon under my hair, and tied a bow above the bangs my sister had given me.

"Oh yes, much better", Mom commented as I returned.

"We'll have to buy you your own pretty ribbons." She said a little sarcastically.

Mom had me stay in the living room with her until 10 o'clock when she sent me upstairs to get ready for bed.

"Caroline, see that she rinses out her stockings and things, and hang them up in her room to dry." Mom directed.

I got dressed quickly in the morning, and ate breakfast quietly, before leaving for school a little early.

Mom followed me to my room when I got home, where my stockings, panties, and bra still were hanging.

"David, as long as you want to dress in girl clothes, we need some rules. I don't want you to just "play" at being a girl. When you get dressed it will be for the rest of the day ... or all day on Saturdays. ... If you want to get dressed you can do it now, and come down and set the table, or you can put your things away for another day. If you break the rules I'll confiscate all your girl clothes. It's your choice." Mom stated before leaving.

I folded my bra and panties, and checked my nylons, sliding my hands inside the silky confines, before placing them neatly in my dresser.

Thursday night I was tempted to slip into my bra and panties, but I couldn't bring myself to risk losing my pretty things.

When I came home from school on Friday, Mom told me to take a bath, shampoo and condition my hair, make sure my legs were smooth, and get dressed as Krista.

"I'm taking you early Christmas shopping tomorrow. Krista needs a few more things."

"Where Mom?" I nervously asked.

"Downtown shopping", she replied, not narrowing it down.

I nervously slipped into the sweet smelling bath water. Mom had obviously added some of her perfumed bath oil.

I was in my bra and girdle, lifting a stocking, when Mom came into my room. I was scarlet as she watched as I slid the filmy stocking up my leg, and fasten the ribbon-covered garters to the top.

"You do that as well as a girl." Mom commented as I attached the garters to the second stocking.

My face felt aflame as I stood, and walked over to my dresser to get my lacy full slip, with the shiny white ribbons on my girdle flopping sissily over the silky, dark brown nylon tops. I slipped into the lacy, delicate undergarment, mortified, as Mom adjusted the ribbon straps over my shoulders.

" ..' very pretty." She commented. "I'll get your blouse and skirt."

Mom left me standing there, and returned a short while later with a white blouse, a pink, floral print, A line skirt, and the white shoes.

"Caroline is giving you these shoes, and is sorting through some more of her things to give you. Caroline's going to put your hair up; but you are going to have to learn to do it for yourself."

"It looks like I have a little sister after all." Caroline giggled as I went over to her room.

I wasn't quite so amused.

Caroline worked on my hair, slowly putting it up in curlers, while she casually inquired about what Mom said to me, and relayed what she said to her.

"Thanks for the shoes." I said, not over-enthusiastically.

"You're welcome. I don't wear them all that much, anyway. I'm supposed to sort through more of my things I seldom wear for you. I have a pair of light blue sling-back pumps you can have. They hurt my feet ... and they have a 2½ inch heel. It will be fun to see you try to walk in those."

"Mom said I was going to have to learn to put my own hair up in curlers." I said, as I looked at Caroline in the mirror winding my hair.

Caroline just smiled sweetly back at me in the mirror.

"Yes, you were curious what it's like as a girl. I guess you are going to find out. You will have to learn to manicure and polish your own nails too ... maybe even do facials and night cream." Caroline said, a slight tickle of satisfaction in her voice.

It took Caroline half an hour to put my hair in curlers this time, and then she applied a little light pink lipstick, before we went down to the kitchen together.

Caroline and I did the dishes before relaxing in the living room.

After the news, Mom took me up to Caroline's room, sat me down at her vanity, and handed me a bottle of pink nail polish for me to do my nails. I struggled painting my nails for 45 minutes, before Caroline came in. She examined my left hand, and watched me trying to get the polish even on my right ring finger, and tisk-tisked. She sighed, removed the botched nail polish from most of my fingers, and redid them.

Mom inspected them when I returned downstairs, and looked over at Caroline, knowingly.

I was surprised when I was sent up to bed at 11 o'clock, and supplied with a flowered nightie of Caroline's to sleep in.

"What about my curlers?" I asked.

"You'll sleep in them. You want to look nice to go shopping downtown, don't you?" Mom replied.

"Mom ... you're taking me shopping dressed as a girl?" I asked fretfully.

"Yes, unless you'd rather go as a boy to try on dresses, skirts ... and bras." Mom answered.

I shook my head.

"I didn't think so. It's a good thing you make such a good-looking girl. As long as you behave, no one is going to suspect a thing."

I washed up and climbed into bed in my hair curlers, and was surprised girls could do this. It was not comfortable; and I was a little dubious about my desire to emulate girls.

I didn't sleep all that well, and was drowsy when Mom woke me, and told me to wash and get dressed. I was nervous and apprehensive when I returned from the bathroom to find a white blouse with a large, scalloped, lace-trimmed collar, and a light pink, flower print, full skirt. I nervously dressed in my panties, bra, girdle, a fresh pair of stockings, full slip, the blouse and skirt, and the white shoes.

I came down for breakfast, still in curlers.

"Oh, you look nice, dear." Mom greeted.

Mom was at the stove ... in a pretty sweater ... and off-white slacks!

Caroline looked like the cat that swallowed the mouse, and was still in her nightie and housecoat.

I ate hesitantly, reluctant to be dragged downtown looking like this.

"Ok Krista, let's fix your hair and put on some lipstick. We have some girl shopping to do." Mom said.

My legs felt a little wobbly as Mom took me upstairs.

Mom removed my curlers, and brushed and combed my hair.

"Oh yes, you have such nice, pretty hair with such cute curls. It's kind of nice you want to be dressed like a girl ... pretty hair ribbons and all." Mom trilled.

Mom slipped a wide, white, shiny, satin ribbon under my hair in back. tied a large bow on top of my head, and arranged my curls. Mom brushed my cheeks with a light pink blusher, and smoothed a generous amount of pink lipstick to my lips.

We went downstairs, where Caroline was still waiting, and watched as Mom had me put on Caroline's winter coat with the fur collar, and then slipped a white, flower print scarf over my head, tying the silky ends under my chin, before putting on her winter coat, and slipping a scarf over her head.

Caroline grinned as she waved goodbye.

It was snowing lightly, with the wind swirling, as we went out to the car. The winds felt so cold over my thinly protected legs and up my skirt. The skirt was a heavy knit, so the winds didn't present much of a threat to lift it. I shivered in the front seat as we waited for the car heater to warm up the car, and remove the thin frost on the inside of the windshield. My little purse sat on my lap as my hands were under my pile coat armpits.

I was still shivering as we drove down the street toward town. Mom pulled up in front of Penney's. Being just two weeks before Christmas the streets were full of shoppers at 10AM.

"Come on Krista", Mom called cheerily as I climbed from the front seat.

I looked at the pretty holiday dresses, and the women's lingerie in the right side of Penney's display window as we approached the entrance.

The store was very busy, and Mom led me over to the junior dress department, where she began browsing through the racks of holiday dresses, blouses and skirts. Mom pulled out lots of cute and pretty blouses, skirts, and dresses with enthusiastic glee for me to assess; and we went back to the girl's dressing rooms with my arms full, while Mom carried our winter coats. We had to wait for an empty dressing room, and then I had to go in and remove my blouse and skirt, and try on several blouses, skirts, and dresses. After nearly an hour later I carried a white "sissy" blouse that buttoned up the back, with ruffled lace down the front, narrow ruffled lace around the small collar, as well as around the cuffs. Mom had also selected a light pink A line skirt with a tassel belt, and a soft rayon/chiffon pretty flower print dress of mostly white and pink, with lace and ruffles, and a ribbon sash ... a very girlie dress that was on sale.

Mom had us browse through the lingerie section next; where she made sure I looked at every style of panties, bra, slip, and girdle they had, and had me comment on nearly every one ... with so many women and girls around listening and looking on. as we compared the different pretty lace trims. Mom helped me pick out a pair of very pretty panties with pink rosebuds, and little ribbon bows over the lace-trimmed legs.

Mom had me closely examine the size 34 training bras alongside two 11 or 12 year old girls with their mothers; and they blushingly giggled as they looked over at me. Mom got doe-eyed as she picked up a light blue training bra trimmed in sweet, narrow lace with little embroidered butterflies on the cups. The blue ribbon bow between the cups even resembled a shiny-winged butterfly.

"Isn't this so sweet, Krista?" Mom asked, sighing.

Mom looked like she was kind of daydreaming as she smiled down at the training bra, perhaps recalling buying Caroline's first bra.

I looked at the cute training bra, acutely aware of the girls and mothers smiling at us and the bra, and vividly recalled my "dream" when I wore sweet training bras as my tiny breasts gradually filled them out. I felt my face burning as Mom offered it to me to examine.

"..' very sweet." I replied, running my pretty fingertips over the butterflies.

We replaced the bra, and drifted away; and I watched as both girls quickly picked up butterfly bras to fawn over with their mothers. Mom then found me a darling, padded 34 A lacy white bra with little pink and white flowers and a ribbon bow.

I had to hand the saleslady everything while Mom pulled the money from her purse.

"This is kind of fun, isn't it Krista?" Mom asked as we put our packages in the car, before walking down the street.

"It's much more fun buying for a pretty girl, than a boy." She whispered through my silky scarf into my ear.

We turned into Murphy's five and ten. Mom ushered me over to girl's hair accessories, and urged me to pick out some pretty barrettes. There was a large selection, and I picked out two with pink ribbons and white lace to Mom's glowing approval, and then two with white ribbons, satin rosebuds, tiny pearls, and sparkly netting. Mom picked out a couple cute butterfly clips, and then she found a bundle of hair ribbons with a large variety of pretty pastels, and even a length of pretty lace to tie up a girl's ponytail. We then looked at the girl's costume jewelry. Mom was just mildly interested, and seemed more interested in my reaction as I looked at the cute teddy bears, hearts, etc. It wasn't until we got to the necklaces, and they had gold wires with things written in pretty script such as "princess" "hotstuff" "sugar-n-spice" "sweet" that Mom perked up, and let out a little squeal when she picked one up that just said "girl" with a pink heart rhinestone in the place of the dot over the i.

"Perfect!" She giggled.

For a total of just $2.11 I had such really girlie accessories.

We walked past the women's hosiery counter, and scanned over the different socks, and anklets, and I slowed as we came to the stockings.

"You are going to be responsible for your own stockings, Krista." Mom said. "They are fragile and expensive if you don't care for them, so you will have to buy them with your own allowance. That way you will take extra care with them. ... Perhaps we should get you some anklets so you don't have to wear your stockings all the time."

I said nothing as Mom backtracked to the anklets; and watched as she picked out a pack of three white anklets with lace around the tops and with a ribbon bow!

"Girlie enough for you?" Mom asked.

I blushed.

"Freshen your lipstick." Mom directed as she paid for my anklets.

"Speaking of lipstick, your sister wanted me to pick up some more nail polish. It seems you two have been going through the pink polish pretty quick as of late." Mom teased.

We found the nail polish, and Mom bought three bottles of "perfectly pink" nail polish.

We left Murphy's and continued down the street to Maybelle's, where we looked at the racks of blouses, skirts and dresses; and then Mom led me up the stairs to the intimates, only now there were a few men there browsing, being so close to Christmas. We looked at the panties, and Mom found a set of three different flower print panties with lace and a ribbon bow at the waistband. Mom then spotted a sale on a group of three pretty half-slips, and selected a grouping of white, a light pink, and white with a pink rosebud print, all with pretty lace, and a white ribbon bow at the hem.

"Now, would you like to pick out another girdle?" Mom inquired.

I remembered the soft pucker knit girdles, smiled and nodded. I went right over to them, and held one up, white with ruffled lace around the legs, and ribbon-covered garters.

"Oh yes, so sweet for young girls. ..' a darling addition to your pretty wardrobe."

We browsed through the bras, and Mom found a very girlie-sweet bra with embroidery on the padded cups, and a pink flower in the middle, with ribbon bows where the straps attached to the cups.

"Well, I think we've done very well with getting you a nice start on your new wardrobe, wouldn't you say?"

I blushed; and I blushed even more as I handed the saleslady the bra, panties, girdle and slips, with all the other women customers around, especially when the lady lifted the bra, and then the panties and slips up high to refold them, and for everyone to see.

"Oh, these are very pretty, honey." The saleslady commented, smiling at me.

" ..' just darling." A woman customer in line added as she looked on.

Oh boy was I glad I was dressed as a girl! Imagine how embarrassing it would be to be standing her buying these girlie intimates as a boy! It was bad enough with just Mom knowing.

I blushed, and fidgeted with my purse and silky scarf in my hand as we waited for the lady to hand me the packages.

Mom had me slip the scarf over my head, and replenish my lipstick to keep my lips moist, and save them from chapping, before we went back out into the cold.

We unloaded the packages into the car, and sat, waiting for the car to warm up to defrost the windshield again.

"Since you are going to be dressing as a girl you need to start keeping yourself groomed like a girl. You will wash and condition your hair every other day, and put it up in curlers at least once a week. You'll keep your nails clean and groomed, but you'll leave the trimming of your nails to your sister and me. You will use lotion and powder after you bathe. I expect you to keep your room much neater now too. Whenever you are dressed like a girl I expect you to act and behave like a girl ... just like you have this morning." Mom declared.

We pulled from the parking spot, and Mom sighed.

"This will take a little getting used to."

Caroline eagerly greeted us when we came in the door, anxious to see everything Mom had bought for me. She snooped in the Maybelle's package first, and giggled and squealed at my pretty, new underwear as we hung up our coats.

"You can see everything after lunch. It's late, aren't you starved?" Mom asked. "You girls set the table."

Caroline was bubbling with curiosity, and had me describe our shopping trip as well as what Mom had bought. When we finished eating, we put our dishes in the sink, and Caroline was the first one in the living room, and began pulling everything out.

Mom retrieved the necklace, and came over to slip the chain around my neck. Caroline looked at it, as Mom did the clasp, and squealed and then giggled at the gold script "girl" at my neck.

"Take her upstairs, and have her try everything on, Caroline." Mom said.

Caroline grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs.

"Oh that's so cute! I want one!" Caroline squealed, looking at my necklace. "I'm a girl!"

Caroline had me try on the "sissy" blouse with the pink skirt first. I felt so girlie as Caroline buttoned the soft, frilly blouse up the back. She carefully positioned my new necklace to display it over the lacy collar, before showing me in the mirror. My face turned red at the sight of my girlie slip showing between the narrow rows of ruffled lace down the front, and my bra and slip both were plainly viewable from the back. Caroline loved the blouse and skirt outfit.

"Oh Krista, I love it. Can I borrow it sometime?" She bubbled.

I smiled, and nodded. Caroline hugged me.

"Come, let's go show Mom. You are going to have to get more pretty clothes, so I can borrow them too." She giggled.

"Awww, don't you look so pretty and sweet?" Mom cooed as Caroline and I got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Isn't this a darling blouse, Caroline? It's so dainty and feminine ... and the soft pink skirt goes so well with it."

"Yes, I've already asked about borrowing her new outfit. It's so girlishly pretty." Caroline gushed.

Mom giggled.

"And I want her necklace too!" Caroline exclaimed.

Mom laughed.

Caroline took me back upstairs, and helped me out of the blouse and skirt, and into my pretty dress next. After Caroline tied the ribbon sash in back, I admired the dress in the mirror. When I turned I was surprised to see Caroline pulling off her slacks and top, and watched as she pulled a full slip from her dresser to cover her bra and panties, and then slip her arms into my "sissy" blouse. I buttoned it for her, and then she slipped into my pink skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror.

"You look very pretty! ... Absolutely scrumptious!" I remarked, taking a line out of "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang", and startling myself.

Caroline blushed, and giggled.

We went downstairs to show Mom.

Mom giggled when she saw Caroline in my blouse and skirt, and then gushed over the two of us.

"How fortunate you sisters can share." Mom tittered.

"Yeah Mom, Krista can share with me a lot!" Caroline exclaimed, thrilled to have such a dressy outfit to borrow.

Caroline and I held hands as we climbed the stairs back to her room, where we poured over all my very girlie underthings, and pretty barrettes.

Deana called, and Caroline yakked on the phone for almost an hour. When she got off, she said Deana and Sherry were coming over after supper. I looked at Mom. I was going to have to stay in my blouse and skirt! ... Once was fun, twice was explainable, but how was I going to justify still being dressed so girlie?

I set the table for supper; and I was a bit worried at the prospect of Caroline's friends seeing me dressed as a girl again as we sat down to eat.

We had just finished when the doorbell rang. I was clearing the table when I heard Caroline and her friends talking, and then going upstairs to her room. I helped Mom do the dishes, and then snuck up to my room, and closed the door.

I looked over all my pretty clothes and things Mom had bought, and was folding them nicely to put away, when I heard a knock at my door.

"Krista ... Krista ... come over and join us."

"Yes Krista, please ... it's all right. Come over and sit and talk with us. Krista, it's Deana and Sherry."

"Krista, come on out." Caroline begged.

I opened the door to three smiling faces.

"Don't you look darling?" Sherry cried.

I was ushered over to Caroline's room as Sherry and Deana fussed over my pretty blouse and skirt. Sherry and Deana were tickled I was still in skirts with a bra and girdle, and amusingly intrigued at what a cute girl I made. The girls were discussing makeup, and Deana and Sherry couldn't resist using me to experiment on with different shades of eye shadow, liquid makeup, blusher, etc. and giggled at me as they overly made me up with blue eye shadow, and then pink, then green, and white... I didn't mind as the girls chatted as they fussed over me. I listened and learned of their older, teenage world as they treated me with girlie tenderness. They took me downstairs to show Mom with my eyelids and cheeks a light pink, my eyelashes heavily mascara-ed, and with Cleopatra-like eyeliner. Everyone was amused ... and fascinated too by my overly dramatic makeup. We laughed and giggled light-heartedly.

It was nice as I really felt like Caroline's sister as we said goodbye to Sherry and Deana at the door, and as they hugged us before they left.

Caroline took me upstairs, smeared my face with cold cream, and helped me get ready for bed.

I went to bed wishing I could be Caroline's little sister, and stay in pretty dresses, skirts and blouses. Girls' clothes were so much more diverse and interesting... sensual ... both constricting and loose, silky and visually pleasing. Boy clothes seemed so uniformly boring, and predominantly cotton. The gulf between boys and girls was strictly defined however ... but then it made it more exciting too, at least to me. I didn't look forward to going to church tomorrow in a suit. I wished I could go like Caroline, in a pretty dress ... with pretty underthings. I decided I'd change into a pretty dress after we got home from church. I wondered ... how I could have teased and ridiculed Caroline and girls earlier. I had changed so much since "my dream" I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

I rushed upstairs when we got home from church, and got dressed in a new bra, panties, girdle, and slip, put on stockings, and into my new dress. I was putting on lipstick when Mom called me for dinner.

Mom and Caroline were surprised to see me in a dress; and I was surprised to find my sister had replaced her pretty dress for a sweatshirt and slacks! Caroline giggled at this reversal. I turned to have Caroline zip me the rest of the way up; and she retied my ribbon sash into a neater bow. I looked at Mom as I sat, knowing I was committed to staying in this dress, or a skirt and blouse, and behave as a girl until bedtime.

I looked at my fingernails as I ate, wishing I hadn't had to remove the polish this morning.

After I helped Mom with the dishes, Caroline took me upstairs to comb and arrange my curls, and she clipped one of my new pretty, beribboned barrettes on one side. I sat quietly downstairs most of the afternoon, necessarily sedate in my delicate dress, gently arranging it over my lap.

Wednesday after school, I put on panties, bra, girdle, stockings, full slip, and shoes, and went over to Caroline's to see what I could borrow that wasn't so dressy. Caroline put me in a flower print blouse, and a navy blue, box pleated skirt. Caroline wore a similar outfit she had worn to school, a print blouse and box pleated skirt. Caroline and I talked a while in her room that evening; and she had me try on her blue sling-back high heels.

We got out of school a little early on Friday, and were free for the Christmas Holiday until January.

Caroline had a date to a Christmas party, and asked to borrow my "sissy" blouse and pink skirt for Saturday night. I went up to her room to help her get ready, and buttoned the "sissy" blouse in back for her.

"You look so pretty and feminine. Your date is going to trip over his tongue all night." I commented.

Caroline blushed and giggled, and kissed my cheek.

Sunday after church, I again dressed in my pretty dress. Caroline and I went up to her room in the afternoon to talk about her date and the party. Caroline painted my fingernails as we talked.

Monday and Tuesday I dressed as a boy, and was still able to go out, as I wore gloves over my pink fingernails. I wished I could wear a silky scarf out in the cold as I played. The icy wind whipped my curls about, and chapped my cheeks.

I got dressed as a girl Wednesday morning. I went over to Caroline's room in a full slip, bra, panties, girdle and stockings to see what I could borrow. Caroline was in her nightie and robe, and giggled when she saw me.

"Hi Krista, my sweet little sister."

I blushed.

"Would you like to borrow a dress, or a nice blouse and skirt?" She asked sweetly.

I smiled, and nodded. Caroline and I looked through her closet. Caroline pulled out a pink knit jumper, and a white blouse with embroidered flowers at the corners of the narrow lace-trimmed collar.

Caroline brushed my hair, and fixed it in twin ponytails with pink ribbon bows.

"There", she said, turning me toward her mirror, pulling out my "girl" necklace, displaying it outside my blouse.

"Maybe it should say 'girlie girl'." Caroline giggled.

I left Caroline's room to go down to breakfast.

Mom's face lit up like our Christmas Tree when I walked into the kitchen.

"Don't you look A D O R A B L E!" She squealed.

I blushed as Mom came over and primped my ribbons and "puppy ears", and took notice of the girlie collar of my blouse, and my "girl" necklace displayed.

I got the milk from the refrigerator, and retrieved a bowl and cereal. I scooped my jumper as I sat, when Caroline arrived in slacks and sweatshirt.

"Doesn't Krista look sissy sweet, Mom? How do you like how I fixed her hair?" Caroline squeaked girlishly as she stood behind me, putting her arms around my neck.

Mom grinned as she looked at the two of us, shaking her head.

"I never thought David would ever be the sissy girl in the family; ... but he sure looks cute all fixed up in girlie ribbons."

Caroline giggled as she fingered my hair and ribbons while sitting down beside me.

I cleared the table and put everything away while Mom and Caroline sauntered into the living room after breakfast. I joined Caroline on the couch a few minutes later, and she cuddled up next to me, and fussed with my hair, and the ribbon bows.

"... ' how well you two get along. Tell me I'm not dreaming." Mom sighed, smiling over at us.

"I love her to death, Mom." Caroline giggled, hugging me.

After lunch Caroline called Sherry, and came over to sit beside me afterwards.

"Umm, Sherry and Deana would like us to come over Krista. How about we go visit?" Caroline implored.

"..' go over like this? I don't know, Caroline." I replied, apprehensively.

After a lot of girlish coaxing, I stood at our front door with Caroline slipping a silky scarf over my head, and tying the ends under my chin. We said goodbye to Mom, and set off to walk over to Sherry's, three blocks away. I couldn't believe it. ...I had to learn the art of feminine persuasion from my sister. She was good. ... Despite my misgivings, it was a nice walk in the sunny winter day, and despite my thinly covered legs, and resulting resentment over my sister's slacks. Caroline lent me her white knit mittens to carry my small purse by its short handle.

My legs were freezing as we rang the bell at Sherry's house. Sherry and Deana were thrilled to see Caroline and me, hugging us both. Girls were so much more uninhibited, and demonstrable than boys. Sherry and Deana squealed at the sight of me in Caroline's pink jumper and girlie blouse, and then erupted in giggles when I slipped my scarf off to reveal my pink beribboned puppy ears. I felt so girlie in front of them in a pink jumper and hair ribbons, while all three of them wore sweatshirts and slacks.

We hadn't been there barely long enough for Sherry and Deana to peek under my jumper, or my legs to get warm, before the girls decided to walk to town to do some Christmas shopping, and donned their own winter coats and pretty scarves for the adventure.

It was just a short walk; and I felt fairly comfortable in their company, as we joined the multitude of downtown Yuletide shoppers. What with the crowds, and me in an overcoat and scarf and in the company of older girls, I felt safely concealed from anyone who might recognize me.

I was not surprised when the first place we went into was "Antoinette's" a dress and lingerie store. We looked through the racks of skirts and blouses, and then the pretty holiday dresses. Deana nudged Sherry and Caroline, and they smiled over at me as I browsed through a circular rack of hanging full slips, admiring the pretty lace and embroidery, and their silky coolness. Sherry came over.

"Find anything you like?" She asked.

"They are all very pretty." I replied, smiling.

"Yes, they are." Sherry trilled, and looked at the pretty, lacy bodices with me.

We left the boutique, and continued down the street, pausing to look at some of the display windows, especially the gowns at "Christine's Bridal".

We turned into Murphy's, and we spent 20 minutes looking at the cosmetics: different colors and shades of lipstick, blushers, compacts with pressed powder, and liquid makeup. Caroline slipped my scarf off, to display my beribboned hair bunches. I blushed as my hair drew smiles from people around us. Girl's costume jewelry was close by, and took Caroline over to show her where Mom had found my necklace. The girls looked over the cute, girlie necklaces, bracelets and earrings; and Caroline bought a necklace to match mine. I was surprised when the girls giggled enthusiastically over girlie barrettes, and bought some really cutsie bows that grade school girls often wore.

Caroline had Deana clasp her new necklace; and then she proudly turned toward me.

"We are now both "girls" as well as sisters together." Caroline giggled, holding her "girl" necklace at her neck.

I felt warmed as we all tied our scarves under our chins before leaving.

We visited Penney's, Maybelle's, as well as some smaller clothing stores. Sherry and Deana bought a couple skirts and pretty sweaters; and Caroline managed to buy something at Maybelle's while I was helping Sherry and Deana, and wouldn't tell me what it was.

We stopped at "Mama Luciella's Pizza Parlor" and ordered a small pizza and a pitcher of coke. My cute hair brought smiles from the clerks and patrons when I removed my scarf. When we were finished eating, I was pulled along with them to the girl's restroom. I timidly entered with the giggling girls; and I used a stall the same as they did, and joined them at the mirror to brush our hair; and I freshened my lipstick. Caroline primped my ribbon bows and floated my scarf over my hair, and tied it under my chin, before we left.

"You have such a cute little sister to watch out for." Deana giggled to Caroline.

We walked with Deana and Sherry back to Sherry's before heading home.

Mom asked if we had eaten when we got home, and asked if we'd like a snack. We went out to the kitchen, and Caroline put her arm around me and lifted her necklace.

"Look Mom, your 'girls' are home."

Mom giggled.

I was asked to dress pretty for Christmas Eve, and wore my "sissy" blouse with Caroline's long red skirt, and wore a large red satin ribbon in my nicely curled hair, and red lipstick. Caroline wore a crisp, shiny red dress with a full skirt, white lace collar and white, lace-trimmed cuffs. Her dress sang so girlishly as she walked and sat.

After a nice dinner we went out to the living room to sit in front of the Christmas Tree with our eggnog. Mom gave a present to Caroline to open, and one to me addressed to "Krista".

Caroline got a train case filled with cosmetics, and she squealed softly and thanked Mom. I opened my package with the pink bow, to find a pink baby doll pajama set of nylon and chiffon with white lace and a big pink ribbon bow at the bust, and smaller pink ribbon bows over the white lacy-edged legs of the panty bottoms. It had a matching pink shortie robe with pink ribbon ties. I ooohed and aaaahed over how sweet and girlie it was, and smiled, knowing I'd be wearing it to bed tonight.

"Oh thank you, Mom. It's so pretty!" I said, blushing.

Caroline and I examined all her new makeup, picking out favorite shades; and Caroline tried one of her new lipsticks.

At eight o'clock I couldn't stand it, and went up and changed into my new nightie and robe. Mom and Caroline thought I looked so sweet. I felt SO girlie in the soft, pink nylon and chiffon.

I came down early Christmas morning in my new pink nightie and robe with a pink ribbon tying my hair back, feeling so girlie as I kneeled under the tree to assess the pretty packages. I was surprised to find a pretty doll in a pretty dress and long curly hair under the tree with a tag "From Santa to Krista". I was cradling the doll, inspecting her, when Caroline came down, giggling at how girlie I looked; and we went out to the kitchen to make hot chocolate, and wait for Mom to come down. Caroline knew I was getting the doll, and thought I looked very natural with her.

Mom beamed when she came into the kitchen with Caroline and I in our nighties and robes drinking hot chocolate, with my doll in my lap. She came over and hugged me.

"Do you like your doll?" Mom giggled.

"Yes, I do, Mom ... thank you."

We had a wonderful Christmas morning exchanging presents, and Krista got another gift, from Caroline ... a soft pink sweater with a white eyelet lace collar. Of course Caroline reserved the right to borrow it.

Two days later I came down to breakfast in my pink baby dolls; and when I said "good morning" my voice broke. I cleared my throat, and my voice broke again. Mom smiled at me wryly ... knowingly. My days passing as Caroline's pretty little sister were numbered. Within six months my voice would drop; and then I would be shaving my face instead of my legs. Did I have months, or a year or two? For now though, I could still be Caroline's sweet little sister ... with a frog in her throat.

 

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