I started this story in 2003 as a series, which I did not complete. I have now revised the original story line and completed the story. I am grateful to Holly for all her help. If there are still errors, it is not because Holly did not do a good job as editor.

 

Mommy Must I

by Robin Diaz

   

Chapter Six

The next school day dragged on, I found it difficult to concentrate on my schoolwork. After Vanessa hugged me at the bus stop, I started having paranoid thoughts. I worried that it was obvious how Vanessa was treating me like a girlfriend. I worried that it was noticeable that I was wearing a pair of black bikini cut panties under my jeans. To make matters worse, during homeroom I discovered traces of pink nail polish around the edges of my fingernails. I worried other kids would notice, so I kept my hands hidden. When I was not being paranoid, I spent the time studying what the girls were wearing. I didn't care about the girls wearing jeans; I was only interested in the girls wearing skirts and dresses. I watched how they moved, how they walked and how they sat. I became fascinated with girl's fashion and behavior; which made me feel uncomfortable, but I could not stop. I started to feel abnormal. As a boy, I should be interested in getting into a girl's skirt not wearing one.

Vanessa spent the day thinking about the upcoming evening and Bobbie Sue. She did not understand her obsession with Bobbie Sue. She did not understand why seeing a boy looking like a girl aroused her; she questioned if that meant she was gay. But, Bobbie Sue was a boy; she could not be gay.

We sat together on the bus ride home. Vanessa did all the talking. I thought about wearing my bra and having breasts again. The anticipation grew after each bus stop.

"Hey, what is wrong?" Vanessa disrupted my thoughts.

"Ha"

"You haven't said a word. What's bothering you?"

"Ah, nothing," I didn't think she could ever understand.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing much, just thinking"

Vanessa became annoyed, "Fine!"

It was not my intent to push her aside or hurt her feelings, "It's nothing, really."

She stared out the window.

"I'll tell you later," I looked back to see if any kids were listening, "Not on the bus."

She understood my concern, "Okay."

We rode the rest of the trip in silence, each in our own thoughts.

"Our stop," Vanessa stood letting me out first; she was being a gentlemen.

We waited for the other kids to walk away before walking to our trailers.

"Do you want to study together?" Vanessa asked.

"Sure"

"When should I come over?"

"Whenever"

We stopped at her trailer. Before turning to her trailer Vanessa asked, "So, what were you thinking."

I had hoped she had forgotten, "If you thought I was a weird freak because I wore my sister's dress."

She turned to me and kissed me on the lips. While kissing me, she gently set her hand on my bottom. I panicked and stepped back. Not because of the kiss, that was great. I panicked because I was afraid she would feel I was wearing panties. She would then know what kind of freak I really am.

"Sorry, I got to go," I walked away.

"Bye," She seamed confused.

I thought about looking back but the situation had become strange. I thought about her kiss, my first kiss. I did not realize a kiss could be so powerful, it lifted my spirits, making me light headed. My view of Vanessa had changed. I had never realized how pretty she was or that she had an incredible body.

I entered our trailer. The trailer was quiet. Becky usually had the stereo blasting. I called out for her, there was no response. I walked back to her room, it was empty. The bathroom was empty. I wondered where she could be. I did not recall any discussion of her not being home after school. I found it strange that Becky was not home. I went in the kitchen to see if she left a note, there was no note. I became concerned and thought about calling Mom at work. I decided that was being childish, nothing was amiss.

I went into my bedroom. I dropped my book bag on the bed and then slipped off my sneakers. I spent the day thinking about wearing my bra. Now that the moment was there, I had doubts that I was doing the right thing. I questioned if I was a freak or a pervert. I laid my hand on the stack of clothes sitting on my dresser. Part of me wanted to shove the stack onto the floor; instead I started to fondle the pink top. The fabric was so soft and smooth. Without thinking I unbuttoned my shirt. I stopped and looked at my reflection in the mirror; asking myself, 'Am I weird?'

In the distance a train whistle blew. I hated the train whistle. Soon the train would be screeching outside my window; followed by the roar of the diesel engines, and the rumble of the boxcars. The train reminded me that I was nothing but trailer trash. What did it matter what I did or didn't do. I continued to undress.

I stood in front of the mirror. The black panties I was wearing stood out against my pale white skin. I was uncomfortable with my skinny body. I closed my eyes and waited for the train to pass. I knew, one day, when I opened my eyes everything would be different. The trailer started to shake. I opened my eyes, not today; I pulled out the black bra. I slipped my arms through the straps the way mom showed me and then reached behind to clip the clasp. I struggled with it for some time before hooking the clasp; then I inserted my breast forms. I adjusted the cups to be even before stepping back to admire my new body. I wondered what it would be like to have breasts like Vanessa's. Seeing her smiling face in the mirror startled me.

"What?" I spun around covering my chest and crotch with my hands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you but you didn't answer the door." Vanessa stood at my bedroom door; I didn't hear a word she said.

I yelled, "I didn't hear you knock."

"The train," she spoke loud and pointed in the direction of the train.

Vanessa stood gawking at me while waiting for the train to pass. After she licked her lips, I looked for something to cover myself with. I turned and snatched the black skirt off the bed.

"I need to get dressed," I shouted over the train, but Vanessa didn't move.

The train passed, "Do you need help getting dressed?"

"No, I can dress myself."

I think she found it humors how red my face had become.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you on the sofa," Vanessa turned away. Knowing Bobby is modest she felt a pang of guilt; she stopped just outside his door, "Bobby, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For just coming in, I didn't mean to catch you changing."

"It's alright. You just startled me." Actually, it was not alright but I wasn't going to argue.

"You're mad at me?"

"No; I'm not mad," I was upset with myself, not her.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Good"

`"I'm dressed," I said stepping out of my room.

Vanessa took one look at me and started to giggle. She quickly realized I did not appreciate being laughed at. She tried to stop, "I'm sorry." She took a deep breath, "The zipper doesn't go in the front. That's a paneled skirt; the zipper is worn on the side." Vanessa pointed to the black top I was wearing, "You wear this off the shoulders." She reached up and pulled the sleeves down off my shoulders, "Like this."

I felt that something was wrong when I put the outfit on. Nothing seemed to fit right, "How am I supposed to know, I'm a guy."

"Some skirts zip on the side others zip in the back."

"I didn't know."

"If you want to wear that top, you should wear a strapless bra."

"That's why I had the sleeves up."

"Do you have a strapless bra?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Let's check." Vanessa stepped by me into my room, "Is Becky here?"

"No, I don't know where she is."

She looked through the stack of clothes; where she saw the slip, cincher, pink bra and panties. She also saw the blue nightgown. Vanessa picked up the nightgown. She decided not to comment about the nightgown. However, she thought to herself 'God I have to see him in that.'

I became embarrassed; having a nightgown was more than helping my sister. The feelings of being a weird freak and pervert returned, "Mom made that part of my punishment."

"I don't see one. We could check Becky's drawers. If that was her old top, she should have the bra you need."

"I don't know."

"Why not?"

"She'll get pissed if I go in her drawers."

"It's up to you, but that is what sisters are for; you know - to borrow their clothes." Vanessa picked up the cincher, "How come you didn't put this on?"

"I can't breathe with that on."

Vanessa set the cincher down and looked at the other tops, "Since you don't have the right bra, you might want to consider changing your top."

My plan before Vanessa interrupted me was to explore, to try on all the outfits. I also wanted to try on the red dress hanging on the hook, "I'll just let the straps show."

Vanessa wanted to see him in his lingerie again, "That's up to you, but you look like a slut."

I sighed, what did it matter, "I don't know."

"I'll help you change."

"I'm fine."

Vanessa looked at me, "You're too modest. You have to start thinking of us as girlfriends." She raised her eyebrows.

I did not want her to think of me as a girlfriend, "That is easy for you to say, I'm the one getting undressed."

"Fair enough," With one quick motion Vanessa pulled off her top. She then unzipped her jeans and started wiggling out of them.

I watched her breasts jiggle as she wiggled, "I didn't mean for you to undress."

Vanessa looked up at me. She caught me gawking at her. I blushed and turned a round; for that was the proper thing to do.

"You don't need to turn around, like I said, think of us as girlfriends."

I turned back. She stood inches away from me wearing a white bra and panty set. It was impossible for me to think of us as just girlfriends, she looked sexy. I was becoming aroused. I licked my lips while thinking about touching her breasts. I wondered if she knew the effect she was having on me. The thoughts I was having and emotions I was feeling told me I was a normal boy.

"Go ahead and take off your top," She told me.

I slowly pulled off my top. I tried to think of her as a girlfriend but my body was responding differently. I could feel myself becoming further aroused. I tossed the black top on the bed. When I looked down, it was obvious how I was feeling. We looked at each other, the room felt hot. I felt light headed and giddy. I unzipped my skirt. I was having desires I never felt before; afraid of what might happen I hesitated. Slowly, I let my skirt fall to the floor.

We stood in my bedroom; wearing only our lingerie, each nervous. We stood looking into each others eyes. I had a desire to kiss her but lacked confidence. Vanessa glanced down; I knew she could see the effect she was having on me. Vanessa had acted on impulse. Again, I thought I should be doing something; making my move but I stood motionless. When the phone rang, we jumped, each realizing that our friendship had changed. The phone rang a second time.

"I better get that," I said, running to the kitchen.

"Hi Mrs. Kiss."

Vanessa hearing that it was her mother and feeling silly about her behavior quickly dressed.

"That was your mother. She said you have to go home."

Vanessa finished pulling her top on, "Sorry."

I stood in silence. What I felt a moment ago was lost. Talking to Vanessa's Mom was sobering. It reminded me that we are best friends, almost brother and sister. Sometimes, I wished she were my sister instead of Becky. As I watched her zip up her jeans, I thought about how sexy she looked in the white lingerie. I knew those were not thoughts between brother and sister.

"Do you want to study later?" Vanessa asked.

"Yeah, sure," It felt awkward to be in the room with her.

"The jean skirt zips in the back," Vanessa kissed me while stepping past me.

Her quick kiss on my lips caught me off guard. I thought she was going to kiss me on the cheek. After hearing the front door close, I started to get dressed. I stepped into the jean skirt. I had trouble pulling the zipper up. It became evident that I needed to wear the cincher. I struggled with the clasps for a few minutes before concluding I would have to hook the clasps in the front then turn the cincher around my waist. I did not know which row of clasps I should clip on, so pulled on it until I felt like I could not breathe. It was like a second skin on me.

With the cincher on, I did not have a problem pulling up the skirt zipper. I first held the black top up to my chest, looking at my reflection and then the pink top. I decided the pink would look prettier on me. The thought troubled me. The desire to be a cute girl must mean I am mentally ill.

I was again startled by the telephone ringing.

"Hello."

"Hi Mom"

"I wondered where she was"

"How long are you two going to be?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

"That's fine, a burger and fries."

"Okay, I'll see you in an hour."

"Yeah I can do that."

I went to the living room to clean as Mom requested. While putting things away, I came across Becky's YM magazine. The cover caught my attention. I read several of the catch phrases, 'What's my color' and 'Is he a good Kisser.' I sat down, tucking my skirt and crossing my legs. I flipped through the magazine stopping briefly at each page to look at the advertisements and pictures.

Vanessa was about to knock on the door when she noticed Bobbie Sue on the sofa. She stood on the small stoop outside the trailer and watched him. She thought he was pretty in the pink top. He seamed so feminine the way he sat and flipped through the magazine. She raised her hand to knock; then stopped. Seeing he was reading YM, she got an idea. She quietly stepped away and went back to her trailer.

I heard a knock at the door. I looked up from the magazine and froze; not sure what I should do. I was scared to answer the door the way I was dressed. I thought if I stayed still and quiet; maybe the person would go away. The person knocked again. Realizing that I could be seen through the window, I stood, taking a deep breath and telling myself, 'If I act like a girl, they will believe I am a girl.'

Seeing it was Vanessa, I relaxed and opened the door, "Hi"

She gave me a quick hug, "You look fantastic in that outfit."

I enjoyed hearing the complement, "Thanks."

"I hope you don't mind I brought over my make-up kit. I think the pink you had on yesterday would go great with that outfit. Plus I wanted to try the eyeliner and a blue eye shadow on you."

Vanessa sat on the sofa and opened her kit. "Here is the nail polish," she said, holding the bottle out. "If you have cotton balls we can do our toenails."

She continued to hold the bottle of nail polish. I had shut the door but stood looking at her. Vanessa looked at me then at the open magazine on the coffee table. "This is an excellent article. What color are you?" She set the nail polish on the coffee table, "I say pink." She then proceeded to take out the pink lipstick and lip liner.

"That's Becky's," I did not want to confess to reading the article, let alone admit trying to determine my color.

"But it is an excellent article. I also enjoy the fashion section." She started flipping the pages. "I think this is the issue, there is this paneled pink mini skirt that you would look so hot in. Wait till you see it, you will agree. Here," she said as she turned the magazine around to show to me.

I looked at the skirt she was pointing to.

"Don't you agree?" She asked.

"It's nice," I actually thought she was right, the skirt was sexy.

"I'm telling you with your long slender legs, you would be hot. However, I wouldn't wear that white top; you would look better in a black top with black hose. Come on sit down lets do our nails. Did you see what Karen Crouch wore today? She has no taste. You have better taste than her."

I picked up the nail polish and sat down on the sofa with Vanessa.

She continued to talk. In mid sentence she switched topics, "do you have cotton balls?" Then she started talking about the top Beth Little had worn to school.

"I think so," I went into the bathroom to get the cotton balls. Vanessa raised her voice so I could hear. I returned to the living room with a bag of cotton balls.

"Sit down and let me have your foot," she told me.

I sat on the sofa and turned to her, realizing that if I put my foot up, I would expose my panties. Vanessa was wearing pants so it did not matter how she sat. She turned to me legs spread and gestured for me to place my foot between her legs. I did not move.

"Let me have your foot."

Reluctantly I turned and lifted my leg, tucking my skirt between my legs.

Vanessa sneaked a peek at his panties. Lewd thoughts of Bobbie Sue entered her mind. She took Bobbie's foot in her hand.

"Wow your foot is soft." She started to massage my foot.

I did not know what to say, so I remained silent and enjoyed the foot massage.

"You have really beautiful feet."

I shrugged my shoulders, how else is a guy supposed to respond to a comment like that.

"No, really, you do. I wish I had feet like yours."

"Thanks."

"Wait until you see them painted."

Vanessa shoved cotton balls between my toes and used a nail file to clean around the edge of my toenails. I watched her work. After she finished cleaning and filing my toenails she applied a clear polish, then she applied the pink. She worked in silence. Seeing my toenails being painted pleased me, however, the silence between us felt awkward.

Not knowing what to say, I decided discussing others would be safe, "What was wrong with what Karen was wearing?"

"That bib-jumper hung on her like a sack, and that white top with lace trim and spaghetti straps, please."

"I don't know. A lot of guys were looking at her."

"Of course, they think she has big boobs."

I thought she did, "She does."

Vanessa shook her head no. She smiled and raised her eyebrows, "Those aren't hers."

"What."

"She has help, just like you."

I found it peculiar having a conversation about another girl's breast with Vanessa, "You can't tell."

"You can't tell your's are fake. If a boy saw you he would stare at you the same way."

"I don't think so," It was even weirder talking about my breasts. "I think they would know and they'd kick the crap out of me."

Vanessa looked at me, "With a little make-up and your hair styled, I don't think anyone would ever guess you're a boy."

"It would be obvious."

"No, really, nobody would know."

The banter went back and forth a few more times.

"Believe me."

I looked at her, "Okay."

"You don't believe me."

"Yes I do,"

"I bet you, I can make you up so that no one could ever tell you're not a girl, hell you might even get asked out by a boy."

"I said I believe you," I wondered what it was going to take to get her to change the subject.

"You'll see," she told me.

Vanessa painted my fingernails while waiting for my toenails to dry. She did most of the talking. I started to relax. I tried to join in on the conversation but each time I went to say something she interrupted. So, I studied Vanessa's features. It surprised me that I had never noticed how pretty she was, how smooth her skin was, or the small dimples when she smiled. I realized that her eyes sparkled, and her hair shone. She was angelic.

"Let's move into the kitchen. The light is better and I'll have more room to work on your face." She put the nail polish away and started to pick up her make-up kit. She told me not to touch anything until my nails were dry. Vanessa found it humors how I was walking like Frankenstein; flatfooted with my hands held out.

I sat with my back to the table. Vanessa laid out the cosmetics she would need on the table. She held two conversations with me as she worked. While applying the make up, she continued the conversation about the other girls in school. Before applying anything she explained to me what she was going to do. I sat fairly still and quiet; only moving my eyes to see what she was doing. Vanessa worked quickly. I started to become anxious, I wanted to see how I looked. Vanessa kept telling me to sit still and be patient.

She told me, "Okay, just sit there while I get a brush and comb."

As soon as she stepped away, I reached for the small compact mirror in the make-up kit. Vanessa snatched the mirror away before I could grab it, "No looking! Just wait."

Once back in the kitchen, she worked on my hair. She parted it in the middle but my hair was lopsided. She gave me a one-third part, but that didn't work. She decided that I would need a proper cut and a new style. My hair was long enough to pull back into a ponytail. However, my bangs fell in my face.

"Can I cut your bangs?"

"No"

"Please"

"Do you need to?"

She studied my face, "Yes, just a little."

I thought hard, "Go ahead."

Vanessa held my bangs between her fingers and cut straight across, "I'm done"

"Let me see!" I grabbed at the small mirror.

"Use the mirror in the bathroom, it's bigger." She told me, not letting me have the small mirror.

Vanessa followed Bobby to the bathroom, taking notice of his feminine shape. She thought Bobbie Sue had more swing in her hips as she walked. The thought of him wearing spiked high heels returned.

I was shocked when I saw my reflection. I could not believe how much I looked like Becky.

"What do you think?" Vanessa asked.

"I can't believe it's me," I stated turning my face slightly to the left, then to the right.

"I told you, you would be pretty," Vanessa stepped up next to me.

"I look like Becky."

Vanessa put her hand on the small of my back, "You're prettier."

We stared at each other in the mirror. The desire to kiss her returned. I slowly turned to her. Vanessa leaned in and kissed me. When she pulled back I looked into her eyes and smiled. She lightly put her hand to my face and leaned in to kiss me again. The kiss had more passion than the first; I surrendered to her. I had never felt the way I did at that moment. She pulled me to her slipping her tongue into my mouth.

In a loud voice Becky announced her presence, "Hey, you two."

Vanessa and I sprang apart. I straightened my skirt. Vanessa blushed. Mom walked in behind Becky at the end of the hall. Becky grinned at us.

Becky asked in a devilish tone, "Are you two girls having fun?"

Mom looked at me. She noticed the make-up kit on the table and smiled, "So what have you girls been up to?"

"Nothing," I stated. I could not believe I responded to Mom's reference to me as a girl. I walked down the hall trying not to look guilty; feeling like I should say something about being a boy.

I noticed that Becky and Mom each had several packages, "What did you get?"

"Nothing," Becky stated.

"I'm sorry I left your dinner in the car," Mom told me.

Vanessa stepped in to the kitchen and started to clean the table.

"My, aren't you pretty," Becky told me.

I ignored Becky and asked Mom, "Is the car unlocked?"

"Yes."

Becky walked back to her bedroom and Mom went to her bedroom. I hesitated then asked Vanessa, "Will you get my dinner from the car?"

She didn't look at me. She kept cleaning, "You can get it, you'll be fine."

Part of me wanted to walk outside but I was scared, "Please."

She looked at me, "Nobody will ever know, you said it yourself, you look like Becky."

I did not understand the change in her attitude. A minute ago she was sticking her tongue in my mouth, now she couldn't do me a small favor. It was clear she was not going to help me, so I opened the door. I looked around, not seeing anybody I stepped out. Once outside, I tried to act natural but hurried to the car. After grabbing my dinner, I glanced around, seeing that no one was around, I walked back. Just before entering I looked around again, in a strange way I wished somebody had seen me. Feeling proud of myself, I slowly shut the front door.

Becky and Vanessa were in the kitchen; they stopped talking when I entered. I started speculating at what they were saying about me. Becky watched me sit down at the table.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

She noticed how he tucked his skirt and crossed his legs, "Well; you little Sis. I have to say you look cute in the skirt and top."

I glared at her as I pulled my cheeseburger and fries out of the bag. I hoped if I ignored her maybe she would go away. Vanessa had finished packing her make-up kit. Both stood there watching me.

"I like what Vanessa did with your make-up," Becky stated.

I did not respond, taking a bite of my cheeseburger.

"Thanks," Vanessa said.

"I like the ponytail and the bangs."

I continued to eat, ignoring them.

"So have you two finished with your home work or have you been playing the entire time?" Mom asked entering the kitchen.

"We need to study," Vanessa said.

"Did you tell them?" Mom asked Becky.

"No"

"Tell us what?" I asked.

"Your sister got herself suspended today."

Shocked, Vanessa and I looked at Becky with our jaws agape. Becky didn't look embarrassed.

"What for?" I had to know the details.

"Nothing really, I just hit a boy."

"You hit him so hard he had to be taken to the emergency room," Mom reminded Becky.

"You sent a boy to the hospital?" Vanessa was intrigued, "Oh my God, who?"

"You punched a boy so hard you sent him to the hospital?" I knew Becky was strong, but I didn't think she was that tough.

"I didn't punch him. I smacked him with my algebra book."

"Who"

"Jimmy Smith"

"He's a jerk," Vanessa stated.

"You sent Jimmy Smith to the hospital?" Jimmy Smith was one of the rich kids in school and a football player. He walked around like he was important, always putting down other kids. If anyone deserved a broken jaw, he did. I was impressed, "What did you do? Did you break his jaw?"

"I didn't break his jaw. I knocked him out," I could hear the pride in her voice.

"Don't be boasting. What you did was wrong, and you're not out of hot water yet," Mom was scolding Becky, but I could see Mom was proud of her.

"What did he do?" I asked.

Becky told the story how Jimmy came up behind her, and poked his finger between her legs and how she'd spun around clobbering him with her book. She explained how the principal threatened to call the police; for she had assaulted a person. That was until Mrs. Brady, the assistant principal, revealed that Jimmy could be arrested for what he'd done.

After Becky finished telling her story, I was confused, "Why did you go shopping?"

Becky and Mom looked at each other before Becky stated, "I needed a new top. Do you want to see it? I think you will like it. It's not pink. It's a cream color with rose lace trim. I was going to layer it with the fuchsia sweater; you know the one with the wide neck that hangs off the shoulders."

Becky went and got the top. The three talked about the top and possible outfits, while I ate my dinner. They debated if the top would look better with a black skirt or a kaki skirt. They discussed the many possibilities of shoes, belts and purses. After I finished eating, Mom ended the discussion telling us to study. She also reminded me that I had to help Becky with her dress. I felt Mom was being unfair. I was being grounded for two weeks, and required to wear a dress for doing nothing but calling Becky a bitch. Becky gets suspended from school for hitting a kid, knocking him out, and what is her punishment; she gets to go shopping. It did not matter if I was enjoying wearing the dresses, because Mom didn't know that. I was being punished and it just wasn't fair.

While Vanessa went to get her books, Becky helped me change into the prom dress. "So little brother, do you have a girlfriend?"

I was not in the mood to be teased, "Shut up."

Becky was taken back, "I'm sorry. So little sis, do you have a boyfriend?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head to show my displeasure.

"I'm serious. I'm not teasing."

I wasn't going to trust her.

"Do you prefer to be the girl?" She asked. "Do you want her to make all the moves? To be honest, I don't think I could ask a boy out. I don't want to. I want a boy to ask me; to bring me flowers. I want a boy who will treat me like I'm special."

My first thought was that no boy would treat a girl with the nickname 'Bobbing Becky' special. They want one thing and only one thing. Her comment got me thinking and I realized that Vanessa had made all the moves. Becky was right, I was the girl in the relationship..

"I'm sorry."

"I would like us to be friends," Becky said.

Years of mistrust was difficult to overcome, but I wanted to talk to somebody, "That was the first time we kissed."

"Is she a good kisser?"

"Yeah, she is," I could not help but to smile.

Mrs. Strikler stopped short of Becky's room. She did not typically eavesdrop on her kid's conversations. This time she felt it was warranted. Becky saw that their Mom was standing in the hallway.

Becky giggled and then teased me like a little girl, "Bobbie Sue has a boyfriend."

I blushed. I thought Becky was acting childish but in an odd way enjoyed the ribbing. I felt closer to her.

Becky glanced towards the doorway, "Did you take some tongue?"

I nodded yes.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah I did, it tickled the roof of my mouth."

"My little Sis French-kisses her boyfriend," Becky again teased.

I started to turn red and giggled.

Mrs. Strikler stopped breathing thinking that maybe her decision to help Bobby had been hastily made. She had not thought everything thoroughly through. The idea that Bobby would be dating boys had not dawned on her. She crept back down the hallway; wanting a drink.

Chapter Seven

It was Friday. School had ended. Vanessa and I sat in our usual seat on the bus ride home. Vanessa was being talkative. I was inattentive. I had spent the last few days distracted and anxious. Distracted looking at the outfits that the other girls were wearing; wondering which outfits I would look pretty in, and anxious because I had a secret. Nobody knew that I was wearing panties to school, or that my toenails were painted, and that I enjoyed both. It was a secret that excited and worried me. Vanessa knew part of my secret. She knew I wore Becky's clothes after school but she thought it was part of my punishment. Vanessa was the one who talked me into wearing make-up. What she did not know was my desire to be transformed, to look beautiful. That looking pretty made me feel special.

"Hey," Vanessa elbowed me.

"Ha"

"I asked what you are doing tonight."

"Don't know. I'm still grounded."

"I was hoping we could do something. Maybe rent a movie."

My paranoia had amplified over the last couple of days. I turned to look behind me before asking her, "Maybe you can come over."

Vanessa set her hand on my thigh, "I'd love to." Then Vanessa remembered that she was only allowed over to study, "But I'm not studying, not on Friday night."

"Right," I had forgotten. "If you come over before Mom gets home, I doubt she will kick you out."

The bus stopped at the entrance to the trailer park. We waited for the other kids to disembark. We leisurely walked down the gravel drive, distancing ourselves from the other kids.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Vanessa asked.

"I don't know, there isn't much to do, I guess watch TV, maybe rent a movie."

"I could bring my make-up kit over. I want to try a different look for you. A sexier look," Vanessa told me moving closer. When I felt her breasts push against my chest, my mind went blank. She set her hands on my hips and smiled. I couldn't think.

"Well?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "If you want."

Vanessa wanted him to say yes. She kissed him on the cheek, before whispering in his ear, "I'll be over shortly."

I heard the stereo from outside our trailer. I was blasted with heavy metal music when I opened the door. I could see that Becky was home all day; her empty soda cans and snack bags littered the coffee table. The television was on; however I could not hear it over the stereo. As I passed the kitchen, I saw the mess of dirty dishes and food she left on the counter. I thought about letting her know I was home but decided against it; still annoyed because she wasn't truly being punished.

Entering my bedroom, I immediately saw the new outfit lying on my bed. There was a peach colored camisole and a powder pink almost white T-shirt with a delicate pink floral pattern around the wide neck and sleeves. Laid out below the shirt was a grey and pink plaid mini skirt. Next to the skirt was a peach bra and panty set. I dropped my book bag on the floor and lifted the camisole up to examine it. I found it sexy.

"You like?" Becky hollered.

She startled me. It was not her sudden appearance that startled me; it was being caught admiring a piece of lingerie, "Ha?"

"Do you like your new outfit?"

"Why?" We were both hollering to be heard over the music.

"Don't you like it?" Becky looked at me hurt.

"I meant, why did she get this?"

"I picked it out," Becky stepped in the room. "I love the color. I thought it would look sweet on you."

The song stopped. I looked at her questioning, "I don't understand why you did this. My punishment will end in a week."

"When I saw it I thought of you. I thought you would like it. I just wanted to do something nice."

I did not understand her or why she was being nice. But, I felt like I was being a jerk, "What is it?"

"A camisole, you wear it under the T-shirt. It's a layered look."

"Thanks," I had to holler because a new song started playing.

"Go ahead and change," Becky yelled to me as she walked away.

I started to undress while Becky turned down the volume on the stereo. She then entered my room without knocking, just as I was dropping my pants. She could see I was wearing pink panties and that my toenails were painted pink. Embarrassed, I jerked my pants up.

"Do you mind?"

"No," she said.

"I do!"

"Think of us as sisters?" She pouted. "I have been home alone all day. I thought that you and I could spend some time together. I thought I could help you get ready. You always let Vanessa help you … I just thought."

It looked to me as if Becky's eyes were watering up. I thought she was about to cry, "I'm sorry. I'm just not used to changing with you in the room. It's sort of weird, don't you think?"

"Not for sisters."

I looked at her as if she was stupid, "We're not sisters!"

"We could be if you would let us. You wouldn't believe how much we look like sisters when you're wearing your skirt." She paused for a moment. She lowered her face to look at the floor. In a soft voice she asked, "I thought you were having fun this week?"

Secretly I was having fun; I felt guilty, "Some."

Bobby could not see the smirk on her face; which turned it into a warm smile by the time she was looking at him. "I think you will love this outfit once you see yourself in it. I'll get your cincher and falsies while you change your panties. I won't look. I promise."

Becky continued to talk while collecting the items off my dresser. I hesitated a few seconds before changing. I quickly slipped out and into my new panties, and then pulled up my new skirt before telling Becky to turn around.

"Don't you love how the skirt fits? I think the flat panel accentuates the pleated skirt, giving you a really hot look. Here, let me help you with the cincher and then we'll get your bra on."

The cincher did not feel as restrictive as it did the other night. It was tight, but I felt I could breathe. I liked my new peach bra. It was padded like my other bras, but it was made from a different material; a smoother softer fabric.

"What is this?" I asked her.

Becky could see the transformation come over Bobby as she helped him change his clothes, "Satin. Do you like it?"

"It's different," I liked it but I did not want her to know that.

"Here slip this over your head," she handed him the camisole.

The camisole fabric felt slick. I thought it to dainty to fit me. I carefully put my arms through the straps, letting the camisole slip down past my face. The fabric tickled my skin. I noticed it had a light perfumed smell. The camisole bunched up on top of my bra. Becky pulled it into place, "Don't worry that's a good problem to have."

"What?"

"Having your clothes catching on your breast; that's a good problem."

I had to admit I preferred filling out my tops, "right."

"Here," she handed me the top. "I think you're going to like this look."

I pulled the top on. The top bunched up on my breasts. Becky pulled the top into place and then started adjusting my clothes. After she had my bra straps aligned with the camisole; she adjusted the large swooping neckline to expose the straps. Becky then started fussing with my hair.

"Do you want me to pull it back in a ponytail?"

I did not answer. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I did not feel as attractive as I did the night before. However, I did think the layered look was sexy.

"What's the matter, don't you like the outfit?"

"No, I mean yes, the clothes are fine, I just ... It's hard to explain."

I didn't understand my feelings; I could not explain them to another person.

Becky could see that he was troubled about something. She went to take his hands, to comfort him, to let him know everything was all right. Becky felt a twinge of guilt for the way she had been treating Bobby.

We were interrupted with a knock on the door.

"That's probably Vanessa," I stated with a smile.

Becky could see that Bobbie's spirits were lifted, "Well let her in."

Becky watched Bobbie Sue walk away. Bobbie Sue had a light bounce in her steps and a swing in her hips. "Don't forget you have chores to do."

I turned to Becky, "What chores?"

"You have to clean."

"Clean what?"

"The kitchen and living room."

"That's your mess."

"And 'you' have to clean it," she said her words slow.

Vanessa knocked on the door again.

"You better let your boyfriend in," Becky told me as she walked out of my room.

"She's not my boyfriend."

"She wears the pants," There was a slight tone of ridicule in her words.

I could not believe that a second ago I felt close to her, "Shove it."

I let Vanessa in. My good mood had soured, "Hey"

"Wow, you look great." Vanessa was excited. She glanced around to see if Becky was around. When she saw we were alone, she pulled me to her and gave me a kiss. I was delighted with the attention.

Vanessa then asked, "Do you want me to do your make-up?"

"I have to clean."

"Let me do your make-up first, and then I'll help you clean."

"You don't need to clean."

"I don't mind. If we do it together it will go quick," She grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

"Okay, thanks."

Vanessa guided me to my bedroom. We sat on the bed. She set the make-up kit down and started with painting my fingernails pink to match my toenails. Then she worked on my eyes, applying a plum shadow; which she lightened with an off-violet highlight. Once she felt she had the eye-shadow right, she applied eyeliner. I worried that Vanessa would poke me in the eye. Vanessa constantly told me to sit still. My desire to blink drove me crazy.

Becky listened to their chatter. She thought it cute, Vanessa telling her little brother how he will be transformed into a sissy.

"Okay, now I'm going to do your lashes. This is new mascara. It should lengthen and curl your lashes."

"Why do I need that?"

"Just trust me."

I did trust her. She was my best friend. What was nagging at the back of my mind was Becky's comment. I was the girlfriend. I did not understand why she wanted me to be her girlfriend. Or, why I liked being her girlfriend. My subconscious kept asking, 'Dude what are you doing?'

"I do."

Vanessa applied the mascara. She thought Bobbie no longer looked like a teenybopper. He was taking on the appearance of an older teenage girl. "I want to add a little color to you cheeks," she told him as she used a large brush to lightly apply some rouge. "Now let me get your lips."

I sat still while she lined my lips with a small brush. I could feel the weight of the make-up on my face. I could not explain why feeling the weight of the make-up delighted me, it just did. It was the same with wearing lingerie and having breasts. I did not know why I felt better seeing myself as a girl, I just did. It was those feelings that worried me. I was a boy, everything I was enjoying I should find disgusting.

"Rub your lips together."

I did as she asked.

"Now I'll put some gloss on," She told me.

"Done," She said while putting the cap back on the gloss. Then she took my hand and pulled me up to stand, "I think you'll love what I've done."

I stared in the mirror. I thought about what Becky had said earlier. She was right. We could easily be sister.

"You don't like it?"

"I can't believe it's me"

Vanessa turned to me and slid her arms around my waist. She leaned in and kissed me. I responded to her passion. We stopped to breathe after a minute of kissing. I felt extraordinary I wanted her to kiss me again. Vanessa could see that I thoroughly enjoyed her kiss. She leaned in and kissed me again.

"Hey, quit sucking face and get to cleaning."

We jumped apart.

Becky was tickled by our reaction. I could see that Vanessa wanted to smack the grin off of Becky's face. I glared at Becky.

"You look adorable." Becky told me, and then asked, "Do you have a hot date tonight?"

"Go to hell," I told her.

Becky looked at Vanessa, "I see you think Bobbie Sue is hot in her new outfit I picked out."

Vanessa straightened her back, standing taller and squaring her shoulders; taking a confrontational posture, "What if I do think Bobby looks pretty."

Becky looked Vanessa up and down, and then smiled, "Yes."

I felt awkward hearing Vanessa and Becky talking about how pretty I was, "Don't you have something to do?"

"Don't you have a lot of cleaning to do?" Becky asked, then smiled and walked away before I could respond.

   

To Be Continued.

  

  

  

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