Jeannie's Weekend
by: Janis Elizabeth

 

It was about two years ago, when I was thirteen that I first started paying close attention to my older sister's clothes. At first, just the sight of her things, especially her lovely satin lingerie, would be a thrill for me. However, after about six months, I was not satisfied with simply seeing her nice clothes; I had to try some of them on so that I could really get to feel the satin against my body. Fortunately, I was able to sneak her satin lingerie out of the laundry hamper, wear it in the privacy of my room and enjoy the sensuous feeling of the satin on my skin and then return it to the hamper without being caught. In order to experience the full sensual feel of the satin against my body, I had been regularly using a depilatory cream to keep my body hairless. This has gone on for the past eighteen months.

Nevertheless, I had mixed feelings over what I was doing. One part of me wanted to be totally dressed in women's clothes so that the full extent of my recently discovered feminine side could be expressed. The other part of me was feeling guilt over doing something that was looked down upon by most of society. The conflict raging inside of me was one that could not easily be resolved.

Finally, after experiencing this inner conflict for some time, I decided to approach my sister and admit my feminine longings to her. I wanted to know what her feelings were on my conflict. Even though Sharon, my sister, was not a cruel or hurtful person, I was leery about admitting to her that I loved wearing her clothes because I did not know how she would react. Would she be scornful or would she be understanding? I selected the Friday afternoon when Mom would not be home because she had left for a weekend women's religious retreat to approach my sister. If anything went wrong, I would at least have the rest of the weekend to try to make amends and get things straightened out. Very nervously, I stood in the doorway of my sister's room and said, "Sharon, do you have a few seconds to talk?"

Sharon looked up from the book she was reading while laying on her bed, smiled at me and said "Sure, Gene. Come on in, sit down and talk to me. What's on my little brother's mind? " As I entered, she closed her book and set it on her nightstand.

I walked over and pulled out her desk chair and sat facing her. From the serious expression on my face, my sister must have thought that I was going to confess to having committed the most heinous of crimes. She instantly became very caring and concerned. Nevertheless, I couldn't even bring myself to look at her, I felt so embarrassed with what I was about to admit. All I could do was stare at the floor. "Sharon, I feel very nervous sitting here, but there is something that I must admit to you. I have needed to talk about this with someone for quite some time but I have never had the nerve to do it until now. Please don't think that what I am about to say is foolish or ridiculous."

Without even pausing for breath, I continued. "For the last eighteen months, I have been sneaking your lingerie out of the hamper and wearing it. I love how it feels so soft and silky against my skin. Part of me wants to get dressed from the skin out in feminine things and part of me says that it is wrong to want this. I have so many guilt feelings inside of me because of these desires."

I finally lifted my eyes from the floor to look into my sister's face. She was neither laughing at me for what I had just said nor scowling over my expressed desires. Instead, I would have to say that she had a smile of kindness on her face as she reached out and took my hands in hers, as if to comfort me. "Gene, is that all that is upsetting you? I thought it was something with dire consequences. You are not the first boy to have expressed an interest in wearing women's clothes nor will you be the last. What you desire is not strange. It is only different. I wish you didn't feel that you had to sneak my dirty lingerie out of the hamper in order to enjoy their silken softness. All you had to do was ask me. I would have been more than happy to let you wear any of my things."

I had been so tense awaiting her reaction that I was on the verge of tears. Now hearing my sister's kind and loving acceptance of my desires made me feel more relaxed. I looked into her face and said, "You mean you are not upset or disgusted with me or my admission for what many feel is a perversion?"

Sharon simply smiled at me and said, "Gene, I could never be disgusted or upset with anything you will do short of committing the most heinous crime imaginable. The people who view the wearing of women's clothing by men as a perversion are simply in error. There is nothing wrong with a guy who enjoys wearing satin lingerie or a nice feminine outfit. In fact, I think that a guy, who can get in touch with his feminine side, especially through an appreciation of the clothing, is less likely to be an abusive adult. Now, for the $64,000 question. Would you like to get dressed up right now in some of my things? Mom is away for the entire weekend, so we have the place all to ourselves. No one will know. It will be our little secret."

My sister must have read my mind for she had anticipated my next request. I felt like a kid looking at all of the presents under the Christmas tree. I simply nodded my head in excitement. Sharon then said that I first needed to shower, making sure that I also washed my hair. She asked if I would wrap a towel around my damp hair as she usually did upon exiting the shower. I said that I would.

I literally flew to the bathroom to take my shower. Quickly I shed my coarse male clothing and turned on the water. After showering, I washed and conditioned my longish blond hair, using the shampoo and conditioner in the shower that Mom and Sharon used. I lightly dried my hair and then wrapped a towel around it as I had seen my sister do on many occasions. The scented bath talc had always been a temptation that I had previously resisted. Now, however, I was able to apply the lavender scented feminine powder to my body. I then wrapped a towel around me, making sure that I covered myself just like a woman and returned to my sister's room.

While I was showering, my sister had gotten out some lingerie for me to wear. There on the bed was a matching satin bra and panty set, a satin garter belt, a lacy satin full slip and nylons. For a few seconds, I was concerned about lowering my towel in front of my sister. She quickly assured me that it was all right and that seeing me naked would not embarrass her. With that assurance, I put down my towel and picked up the garter belt. After fastening it around my waist, I stepped into the lovely white satin panties.

Once they were snugly in place, I became aware that my arousal was quite evident. Sharon suggested that I go into the bathroom and address this minor problem before we continued. When I returned, she handed me a fresh sanitary pad to put into my panties. "It will give you a more feminine front and will help to keep you properly tucked in," she said. I thanked her, took the pad and properly positioned it in my panties.

I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully put the nylons on. Sharon watched with interest as I bunched them up, slid my toes in and then gently drew them up my legs. As I attached each garter tab to the stocking top, she smiled and said, "You have done this before, I see." I looked at her and simply nodded my head.

As I slipped the bra on my arms, my sister was there, ready to hook the back for me. Before I could consider the emptiness of my bra cups, she was handing me a pair of realistic B-sized beast forms. When I looked at her questioningly, she simply replied, "I had to supplement nature when I was younger. These will give you the shape of a fifteen-year old girl." I thanked her and positioned the breast forms in my bra. It felt nice, as well as different, to have the proper weight filling the cups of my bra. I then lowered the slip over my body. The lace on the hem and across the bodice made this satin garment seem even more feminine and wonderful.

Sharon then had me sit down in front of her vanity. She placed a teal colored shampoo cape over my lingerie-clad body and then removed the towel covering my damp hair. She proceeded to comb through it to remove the tangles and snarls. Also, she trimmed the ends, making sure that the edges were even throughout. I watched in the mirror, as she combed, sectioned, clipped and rolled my hair. Soon my entire head was covered with rollers of different sizes and different colors. I looked on as Sharon covered the rollers with the pink plastic bonnet which was attached to her hair dryer. When she turned it on, the warm dryer air blowing on my hair felt so nice and relaxing.

While I dried, I watched, in the mirror, as Sharon started on my makeup. She applied four dots of liquid foundation around my face and then carefully smoothed them out until it covered my entire face. She next brushed powder over the foundation. She picked up the blush, whose color I later learned was rose, and carefully applied it to my cheekbones, beginning just under my eyes and working outward. Rose eye shadow was placed on my eyelids and mascara was applied to both my upper and lower lashes. Before starting on my lips, Sharon turned off the hair dryer. Nevertheless, the plastic dryer bonnet remained in place, covering my rollers.

First, a lipstick pencil was used to outline my lips. My sister then removed the cap from the tube of lipstick and started to apply it to my lips. I pursed my lips so that she could easily apply the creamy coating. At one point, she stopped and had me press my lips together, so that the coating would be spread out. When she finished, she had me blot the excess off on a tissue. Looking back at me from the mirror was a teenage girl, nicely made up, wearing a hair dryer bonnet and covered with a shampoo cape.

My hair was the next task to be accomplished. After removing the bonnet and the rollers, my sister used styling mousse, her comb, her brush and hairspray to fashion a very acceptable feminine hairstyle for me. When she asked me what I thought of the new me, all I could do was stare in awe and wonderment and simply say "WOW!!"

As she removed the shampoo cape, Sharon assured me that indeed was the way I looked with some hair styling and makeup. I thanked her for making me look so beautiful. She just scoffed and said that all she did was to enhance the natural beauty that was already there. Looking at me, she said, "I guess I shouldn't refer to you as Gene while you look so feminine. Do you have a name selected for your femme persona?" I admitted that I had not even given any thought to the subject. After a few minutes of contemplation, I asked if Jean would work. Sharon shook her head saying that when spoken, you could not distinguish Gene from Jean, and she definitely wanted me to have a feminine sounding name. She then said, "How would you like to be called Jeannie? It is close enough to your own name but has a definite feminine ring to it." I agreed with her and said that I liked the name Jeannie.

With my new name decided, Sharon took me over to her closet and asked me what I wanted to wear. There were so many things that I wanted to have on my body that I was at a loss to pick just one. My sister realized my dilemma and proceeded to select several dresses and gowns from her closet. "First, let's have you try on this bridesmaid's dress that I wore last year for Cousin Linda's wedding. Usually, a bridesmaid's dress can only be worn for the wedding and is not suitable for any other occasion. At least this gown will be worn once again."

I was eager to try on this gown. I thought Sharon looked very lovely when she wore it. For a few nights thereafter, I dreamed of wearing this lovely dress myself. However, I understood about being able to wear that type of gown only once. Sharon removed it from the hanger, unzipped the back and held it open for me to slip over my head. The gown was quickly in place around my waist. I lifted the front and slid my arms into the short sleeves. My sister then zipped the back of the gown up. I was saddened because the gown seemed to be too long.

Even without my saying anything, Sharon realized the same thing. She immediately went to her closet and emerged with a pair of matching four-inch heels. "Here, little sister. I think you need to put on these heels to have the length of the gown correct." I carefully sat on the edge of her bed and slipped my stocking covered feet into the heels. They fit perfectly. I was about to stand when my sister cautioned me about standing and walking in heels. She held onto my arm while I stood. To say that was unsteady on my feet would be an understatement. It took a few minutes before I could stand unaided and a few minutes more before I felt that I could venture more than a step or two. With my sister's coaching and assistance, I was soon walking better in the heels.

I walked over to the full-length mirror to admire myself. I loved the reflection showing me clad in a satin, lilac gown with short sleeves, rounded neckline and full skirt flowing from the fitted waist. A satin sash also encircled the waist. While I was looking at my image, Sharon reached up and pinned her headpiece to my hair. It was essentially a few satin lilac roses with lilac netting covering the front of the hair. I loved the look and feel of this gown. I jokingly told Sharon that any time she wanted to discard this dress, I would be more than happy to take it off her hands. As an afterthought, my sister remembered the elbow length satin gloves she wore with this gown. In a flash, she was helping me put them on my hands and arms.

While I would have loved to spend the rest of the day wearing this exquisite dress, Sharon thought that I should try on a few other things. Reluctantly I took off the bridesmaid dress and awaited my next treat. This time, I put on my sister's Senior Prom gown. This was a black satin column dress with a single strap. Because of its style, this gown was more form fitting than the bridesmaid's gown. It flowed with my every step. Since the gown was single strap, Sharon kidded me about my one bra strap showing and said that a young lady shouldn't show too much of her bra at any time. I smiled at her comment.

The rest of the afternoon was like a fashion show with me trying on one outfit after another from a full-skirted, knee length, pink satin dress with a crinoline to a red silk sheath that ended just above my knee to Sharon's old blue school uniform jumper and white blouse. After wearing her old school uniform, if they would let me, I would wear that type of uniform to school every day. Sharon seemed to be getting as much enjoyment from all of this as I was. I even tried on her one-piece gym uniform, which was anything but stylish and her bathing suit, which I thought was very stylish. At last, she said that we needed to straighten up these things and go fix dinner. As we replaced the clothes in her closet, Sharon pulled out a short sleeve cotton blouse and a knee length denim skirt. "Here Jeannie," she said. "You can wear these for the rest of the day." She also handed me a pair of flats. What a letdown it was wearing flats after having spent the last two hours in heels. I dressed while Sharon finished hanging things up.

We went to the kitchen to fix a light meal, as neither of us was overly hungry. I suggested that I should wear an apron to protect my clothes and my sister readily agreed. I found a frilly pink apron hanging on the inside of the pantry door. I put it around my neck and had Sharon tie it in the back in a big bow. She told me how cute I looked dressed in the skirt, blouse and apron. We fixed a small tomato stuffed with tuna for each of us. After dinner, we did the dishes and straightened up the kitchen.

Sharon then suggested that we change into nightgowns and paint each other's toenails and put each other's hair up. Although I was a bit hesitant concerning my hair styling skills, I was eager to continue. Sharon and I went to her room. She pulled out two satin nightgowns, one in black that was ankle length and one in pink that was waltz length. She asked which one I would prefer. I said that the black one with lace on the bodice and spaghetti straps was very appealing. Sharon smiled at my comment and said that it was her favorite also. When I started to say that I would take the other one, she wouldn't hear of it. "I want my little sister to really enjoy this weekend," she said.

As I undressed, Sharon suggested that I leave on my bra and panties. I took her suggestion and removed everything but these two pieces. I then slipped the black satin nightgown over my head and down my body. After the rest of the experiences of today, the touch of the satin on my skin was electric. Sharon had changed into the pink nightgown and looked very cute wearing it.

While we listened to some of her CD's, we sat on the bed and talked, just like two sisters. As we sat there, Sharon opened her bottle of pink nail polish and started to coat my toenails with it. She told me to be careful as it took a little while to dry. When she finished my nails, she handed the bottle of polish to me and offered me one of her feet. I started to refuse, but Sharon said, "Come on little sister. I know you will do a good job on my toenails." I took the bottle of polish and carefully applied some to the first nail. With my sister's support and encouragement, I eventually did a creditable job painting them all with the pink enamel.

Sharon asked if I wanted to sleep with my hair in curlers. She told me that it was not the most comfortable thing in the world, but that once in a while a girl needed to do it to keep her hair looking nice. After thinking it over for a few seconds, I told my sister that I would be willing to try it. I sat with my back to her while Sharon put as many small curlers in my hair. She then handed me a ruffled sleep bonnet to wear over my hair.

We talked for sometime thereafter, while I gently brushed her lovely light brown hair. Among our topics of discussion was what would Mom think if she saw her son wearing a nightgown with his hair up in curlers? For that matter, what would Mom have said had she been present during our fashion show? Sharon looked at me and said, "Jeannie, I am sure she would have been very surprised to see you dressed like a young woman. I think, though, that she would have listened to you and would have tried to understand your desires. I don't think she would have been angry or upset. She may have even been pleased with how nice and feminine you looked. Who knows, maybe once she got over her initial surprise, she might enjoy having a second daughter."

As it was time to sleep, my sister showed me the routine I should go through before I went to bed. I used cold cream to remove my makeup and then washed my face with cold water to cleanse the pores. When I was finished, I gave my big sister a big hug and thanked her for her understanding and for her assistance today. She said that she was pleased that she could help her little sister. I headed for my room and slid under the sheets. Even though there was a degree of discomfort in sleeping with the curlers in my hair, I had the best night's sleep that I could ever recall. My dreams were of lingerie, dresses, gowns and all things feminine. They were so very pleasant.

Saturday morning, I woke up refreshed and renewed. It only took a second to feel the curlers in my hair to realize that yesterday was not a dream but that it actually happened. Next to the bed, I found a pair of pink fluffy slippers that Sharon had obviously placed there while I slept. Over my chair was a pink quilted robe that had also appeared while I slept. A note was on top in my sister's handwriting. "Jeannie, when you wake up, put on the robe and slippers and come down to the kitchen for breakfast. Sharon." I slid my feet into the soft slippers, after first admiring my freshly painted toenails. The robe went over my nightgown and I padded off to the kitchen.

Sharon sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. She was wearing a similar robe over her nightgown and I noticed she also was wearing soft slippers. I got my juice, milk and cereal and sat down at the table with her.

As I fixed my cereal, Sharon asked if I had slept well. I assured her that I had a very pleasant evening. She then asked me what I would like to do today as Jeannie. My response was that I wanted to go shopping. However, I did not want to go to the mall. I wanted to find a shop that specialized in retro clothing. I had saved some money and I wanted to purchase a few items for my new wardrobe, such as a poodle skirt and matching top. Sharon was enthused with my idea and quickly got the phone book to see if we could locate such a shop. She found one not too far away that promised to have both new and gently worn apparel from the 50's, 60's and 70's.

We cleaned up the kitchen and then started to get ready. Sharon told me to take a shower and to be sure to wear her shower cap over my curlers. I went into the bathroom, removed my robe, nightgown, lingerie and curler cover. I wrapped my sanitary pad in tissue and placed it in the wastebasket. Then I put on my sister's multi-colored plastic shower cap. While I had seen it in the bathroom many times before, I had never felt tempted to wear it when I showered. Now, I just regarded it as another part of my feminine experience. I showered quickly and dried myself off completely. Again I used the scented dusting powder to give me a nice feminine scent. I put on the robe and slippers, picked up the things I had worn and headed for my sister's room.

Sharon was already dressed in a lightweight, white short sleeve blouse and a green knee-length, A-line skirt. She had also laid out my outfit for today. First, however, she had me sit at her vanity so that she could remove my curlers and comb my hair. After combing my hair into a nice, soft feminine style, she placed a white satin ribbon in my hair. She then did my makeup. While applying my makeup, she explained how to apply each of the cosmetics. I listened intently so that some day I would be able to do my own makeup. Since we were going out shopping, Sharon thought it best that my makeup be kept to a minimum.

After she had completed her handiwork and I reviewed the finished product, I again said that she had done a fantastic job with my face and hair. She just scoffed, saying that she did not do anything special or unusual. Regardless of what she thought, I felt that she had done something very special in making me look like a cute teenage girl. While Sharon put my worn lingerie in the hamper, I started to get dressed in the clothes she had ready for me.

A fresh set of white satin lingerie awaited me on the bed. I put it on, again enjoying the sensations of the satin against my skin. After positioning a fresh pad in my panties and my breast forms in my bra, I put on my skirt and blouse. The only difference between what my sister wore and what I was wearing was that my skirt was in a light blue instead of green. I then slipped my feet into a pair of white tennis shoes. I then paused for a few seconds. A look of concern crossed my face.

Sharon sensed that a change had come over me and asked what was the matter. I replied that I just realized that I would be going outside and I was afraid that everyone would recognize that I was merely a boy dressed in his sister's things. Sharon assured me that no one would know my true identity because I looked like a very attractive teenage girl. Although I was still concerned, I smiled and took comfort in her words. I then said that I guess I was ready to face anything. As I headed out of her room, my sister handed me a small leather shoulder bag, with a compact, some lipstick, tissues and a wallet. I went to my room and got the money I planned to spend and put it in my wallet.

We then headed for the retro clothing store. The thirty minute drive was very pleasant and I started feeling more and more at ease. We chatted during the trip just the same as any two sisters would. Once the car was parked, I again started feeling slightly apprehensive about this activity. Sharon smiled at me and told me I would be fine. I nodded in understanding, not really sure I believed her. Nevertheless, I carefully exited from the passenger side of the car and walked beside my sister into the store.

The store was truly as it was advertised. Not only did it have the poodle skirts and saddle shoes from the fifties; it had items like the tie-dyed outfits and love beads from the sixties. When the saleslady asked if she could help us, Sharon said that I was looking for an authentic poodle skirt and matching top. She proceeded to lead us to a rack of skirts and tops in a vast variety of sizes and colors. We browsed through the choices, occasionally holding one in front of me to see how it looked. At last, I selected a bright blue skirt and a short sleeved pink top. We were led to a dressing room where I tried on my choices. I was so pleased when they fit perfectly. I looked just like a teenager from the fifties in the skirt and top. I changed out of the poodle skirt and top and back into my skirt and blouse and exited the dressing room.

We were about to head for the front to pay for our selections, when my sister spotted a rack of very pretty dresses. They turned out to be fifties' style satin cocktail dresses, the kind one wore with a starched crinoline under her skirt and three-inch patent heels. We looked through them all and commented on the various colors. Sharon found one dress in my size in gold satin that she said would look absolutely wonderful on me. I started to protest, saying I didn't have enough money with me to buy the dress, even if I liked it. It did not seem to matter to Sharon, however, who removed the dress from the rack, picked up a starched crinoline and led me back to the dressing room.

While I loved the look of this dress and was eager to try it on, I was reluctant to do so because I felt that I couldn't afford it. Sharon calmed me down by saying that if it fit and I liked it, she would treat me to the dress. I told her that her offer was very sweet but that she didn't have to do that for me. She looked at me and said, "You're right, Jeannie. I don't HAVE to do this at all. I WANT to do it for my little sister."

With that being said, I proceeded into the dressing room and removed my skirt and blouse. I carefully stepped into the starched crinoline and gently pulled it up my legs to my waist. It was a different sensation to feel the starched crinoline brushing against my nylon-clad legs. Sharon then handed me the cocktail dress. After unzipping the back, I slid this silky delight over my head and onto my body. I put my arms into the short sleeves of the dress and then asked my sister to zip me up. It sounded both strange and wonderful at the same time to ask Sharon to zip me up.

The dress, with its short sleeves, rounded neckline, fitted bodice and gently flowing knee-length skirt fit beautifully and felt absolutely divine. As I looked at my mirrored reflection, Sharon came in and handed me a pair of gold-colored three-inch heels. "Jeannie, gold satin is definitely for you. Now, get the whole picture. Put the heels on and see how much better the dress looks on you." I put the heels on, being careful to maintain my balance. With the heels completing the outfit, I sensed that the dress both looked and felt even better. I looked at Sharon to make sure it was all right with her for me to get this wonderful dress. When she nodded in agreement, I simply beamed.

I removed the heels, dress and crinoline and handed them to Sharon while I put my blouse, skirt and shoes back on. When I emerged from the dressing room, I found that Sharon had added an extra item to her things for me. She had found a gold clutch purse that exactly matched my new dress and heels. She felt that the purse would be the perfect accessory for me. As we proceeded to the check out, my sister ribbed me about looking like a dressier version of Donna Reed while I was dressed in my new cocktail dress. I smiled at both the reference and her comparison.

We left the retro clothing store and proceeded to drive to the mall. I told Sharon that I really didn't have much money remaining to spend. She told me that one of the joys of being a girl was that you could shop for clothes without having to actually buy anything. That sounded like a nice idea. Although I knew if I found something that I really liked, I would want to buy it.

There were many different shops that could entice a young lady like me, including a lingerie store. As we walked through the mall, we passed one of the small stands that was set up in the courtyard. This one sold all styles of pierced earrings. Some of the styles were absolutely lovely. Sharon or I would see a nice pair and would hold them up to our ears, imagining how they would look if they were in our lobes. Once, I seemed to be admiring a particularly lovely pair of earrings. My sister, observing this, smiled and whispered that I should take the time now and get my ears pierced. While I smiled at her suggestion, I shook my head indicating that I was not going to do that yet. I was still reluctant to have that evident a display of my new femininity when I wasn't dressed as Jeannie.

From there, it was on to the shoe store where we each tried on several pairs of heels. Sharon quietly reminded me to keep my legs together or else the salesman would be given a free view of my lovely panties. With each pair we tried on, we would walk around some, using the floor mirrors to provide a better view at how the heels looked on our feet. At one point, Sharon mentioned how nice my legs looked when I wore heels. I blushed at her comment. It was fun to shop without buying anything. Besides, trying on and walking in different styles of heels was a nice experience.

When we entered the large department store, which was one of the mall's anchor stores, we came right into the cosmetics and fragrances area. We picked up the sampler bottles of different fragrances and sniffed each particular scent. A few times I liked the specific scent. Sharon suggested that I spray a little on my wrist and then see if I really liked it. She and I had each sampled two of the fragrances. One fragrance was particularly appealing and I would have bought a bottle to keep on Jeannie's vanity had I had enough money with me.

While we were there, one of the cosmeticians approached and asked if either of us would like a complimentary makeup consultation and product demonstration. My sister quickly pushed me forward. For the next hour, I sat on one of the high-backed stools that were near the counter, wearing a short, lacy makeup cape while the young lady explained some of the different products that were available and how to properly apply them. By the time that she finished, my face had undergone a professional makeover. When I indicated that I wasn't really ready to buy cosmetics today, the young lady smiled and handed me one of her business cards. She said that when I was ready, she would be very happy to assist me. She also complimented me on my lovely complexion. I thanked her and said that I would keep her in mind when I was ready to restock my vanity.

Sharon had been off to the side the whole time, watching me enjoy my professional makeover. She asked me how it felt to have someone fuss over your makeup. I told her that it was a wonderful experience, both in having the makeover and learning the proper techniques of application for my cosmetics. Our next stop was the dress department where there were so many delights to behold. I tried on several different dresses, listening to my sister's comments about the fit, the style and the color. Some that I tried on were not to my liking for one reason or another. A few were very nice and two or three were absolutely heavenly.

On the way out of the store, there was a display promoting a teen charge account. The teen would have a limit of $75-$100 on the account. This would enable the teen to establish credit and be able to shop. Sharon thought that it would be a good idea for Jeannie to open her own account. I agreed and stopped to fill out the form. The young lady that was there to assist, if needed, filled in a temporary charge card for my use until the regular plastic card arrived in the next two weeks. I thanked her and carefully put the temporary card in my wallet. It felt strange to have a store account in my femme name.

Having used the better part of the day shopping, Sharon and I made our way home. Once inside, I put my packages on the sofa, quickly donned the frilly apron and went to work assisting Sharon in fixing dinner.

After we ate and cleaned up, I removed the apron and hung it back inside the pantry. I then took my new clothes and put them into my closet.

Sharon had me change into her pink waltz length nightgown and had me cleanse my face as I had done the night before. It was sad to remove the professionally applied makeup but realized that I really couldn't sleep in it without having some of it come off on my pillow. When I finished my cleansing, I joined my sister in the family room. We sat and watched a chick flick before going to bed. Sharon reminded me to plan on getting up early so that we could go to church in the morning. She also said that we would be going to a different one so that it was all right if I wanted to be Jeannie for one more time this weekend. I nodded and said her idea sounded fine.

As it was now, bedtime, I hugged my sister and told her "Good Night." My last preparation before getting into bed was to put on my ruffled sleep bonnet, even though I did not have curlers in my hair. I settled into bed and thought about my day of shopping and of my purchases, now carefully stored in my closet. For the second night in a row, I had the most restful sleep filled with dreams of Jeannie.

I arose early on Sunday morning, put on my robe and slippers and headed for the kitchen. Sharon had fixed us a hot breakfast and mine was on the table waiting for me. We ate and then cleaned up the kitchen prior to getting dressed for church. I then followed my sister to her room to get dressed. After I put on the white satin lingerie, garter belt and stocking, I let Sharon do my hair and makeup. She applied the cosmetics skillfully. It was a nice sight, seeing my sister in her lingerie, applying makeup to me while I was dressed in lingerie. I smiled at this lovely sight.

Today, I would be wearing a nice light blue shirtwaist dress with a white belt and white two-inch heels. My jewelry would include silver clip-on earrings, a watch, a silver bracelet and a silver chain necklace with a cross. Sharon was similarly attired, but her dress was dark blue. A quick spritz of perfume and we were ready to depart.

It took us a few minutes to get to this church. As we walked in, several of the members of the congregation smiled and greeted us. After the service, the minister spoke to us as we were departing. He said that he hoped we had enjoyed visiting with his congregation and would consider coming back in the future. We both assured him that we would. The trip home was pleasant and uneventful. It was the last thing that would be uneventful for the next few hours.

We walked into the house and were surprised to find Mom in sitting in the living room, reading the paper. It seems that her weekend retreat had ended sooner than we had expected and she returned home before my Jeannie could revert to being the normal Gene. Mom glanced up from her reading and greeted Sharon. She then noticed me standing there behind my sister. She started to ask two questions. The first question was "Sharon, who is your friend? I haven't met her before." and the second, immediately following was "Where is your brother? He wasn't here when I got home and now I don't see him with you."

We both got very quiet before Sharon finally spoke. "Mom, I would like for you to meet your new daughter Jeannie. I hope you like her and are as fond of her as I am. Jeannie is now an open part of Gene's persona." To say that Mom was in shock would be quite an understatement. She got up and looked very closely at me before saying anything. She finally sat back down, looked at both of us and said that she hoped there was a good explanation for all of this. Rather than have us stand throughout this entire enlightenment, she had us sit down on two of the living room chairs.

Mom looked first to Sharon for an explanation, because she was the elder. However, since I had initiated the entire chain of events, I spoke up first in order to take my sister off the hook. I told Mom everything from how I first noticed the satin lingerie in the hamper to how I then had to try it on to how I finally had expressed to Sharon my desire to dress completely en femme. I told her about the weekend and how Sharon had lent me some of her clothes so that I might be able to live out this obsession of mine. I spoke of our going shopping at the retro store and of Sharon and my purchases there for Jeannie. I even talked about our "window shopping" at the mall, my makeover at the cosmetics counter and my opening of a teen charge account in Jeannie's name.

Mom sat there listening to my revelations, taking note of everything that I said. When I finally finished speaking, Mom leaned back into her chair and thoughtfully pondered over my statements. Sharon was about to speak up, trying to take the responsibility or blame for Jeannie's presence. Mom, however, held up her hand to silence any further comment.

Sharon and I reached out and clutched each other's hands, just as if we actually were sisters waiting to hear something decisive. Finally, Mom broke the silence. "First of all, I am not looking to blame anyone. I do not think that Sharon is any more responsible for what has happened here this weekend than is Gene or Jeannie. Jeannie, I am so glad that you finally chose to actually admit your desires to you sister rather than continuing to sneak her things out of the hamper. Sharon, I think that you have handled an extremely delicate situation very well. I am glad to see that I have raised two very sensitive, sensible daughters."

When Mom said "daughters", I asked her whether my becoming Jeannie at all upset her. For the first time since this discussion began, she smiled at me and said, "Upset? There is nothing in this that would upset me. I just wish that I had some advanced notice about Jeannie. It is rather a shock to be sitting here and see two lovely young ladies return home from church and then find out that one of them is actually your son. By the way, Jeannie, you look very lovely in that dress. Maybe, for next year's women's retreat, I will take both of my daughters with me."

As Mom ended her statements, Sharon and I both squealed with joy and quickly went over to hug her. We were all smiling and also verging on tears of joy and happiness. When, we finally regained our composure, Mom asked about my purchases. I explained what I had bought and then told her about the cocktail dress, crinoline, heels and purse that my sister had purchased for me. Mom said that she would like to see me in my new clothes later on. Also, she asked if I would mind doing a repeat of yesterday's fashion show. She would love to see me in some of Sharon's things, including her bridesmaid's dress and her prom gown. I replied that I would be happy to repeat our fashion show. Sharon nodded in eager agreement.

Mom then looked at us and asked if we were hungry. When we both said yes, Mom said that she was going to take us out to eat, so that she could show off both of her beautiful daughters. As we prepared to leave, Mom asked me if she could expect to have Jeannie as a regular weekend visitor. I smiled at her and said that Jeannie would love to be present any weekend that Mom wanted her there. As went headed for the restaurant, we all had the biggest smiles on our faces. In the car, Mom tuned to the station that featured music from the big band era. The first song that we heard was "I Dream of Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair." This caused us all to smile broadly. After this weekend, I think that, not only will I be able to dream of Jeannie, but, with Mom and Sharon's help, I will be able to be Jeannie again and again.

 

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