Not as Advertised                    by: Rachel Ann Cooper                         © 1997

 

OK. I admit it. I’d been ragging on my sister Janet all week. Sometimes she really bugs me.

Her with all her pots and potions, lotions and whatnot. A girl can only be so pretty and Jan is just naturally gorgeous anyway which is what bothers me I guess. She takes so much time trying to enhance what she’s already been given. She’s a year older than me but I’ll be sixteen soon.

Janet could NEVER wear makeup and she’d still be a boy magnet, yuh know? People say we sure look a lot alike too. That kind of bothers me. Does she look like me or do I look like HER?

On the other hand, mom and dad had been at it tooth and nail and pretty much over the same thing where mom was concerned. She was a cheerleader in college so you know she was and is pretty and this past Sunday when we all went out to dinner, dad got on her case about holding us up. They were still at it at breakfast on Monday. Just one look at mom and I could tell she was fed up. It wasn’t exactly what she said but HOW she said it.

Tuesday when I got home from school, mom had a present for me or US I guess. I loved rock and roll, especially the oldies from the 70s and she had scored a whole bag full of tapes from a garage sale, so she said. "I just know how much you like that group ‘Culture Club" she said, "so I found two of those and put them on top of this stack. Just work your way down. I think you’ll like them."

"Wow! Thanks mom. This is great" I replied, and took the stack of tapes to my room to study my homework. I always played music in the background when I was studying anyway. So I slipped the first one in the player and settled back with economics. By the time the first side was over I was probably asleep but I heard mom call me for dinner. She and dad were listening to one of the tapes too. I think it was the Moody Blues. That’s a really distinctive flute.

At dinner, the conversation took the usual turns. Nothing major. "Jack, would it hurt you to take a little care of that mop of yours? You haven’t washed it since last Friday", said mom. "Oh, alright. I’ll wash it." We were all speaking civilly to one another and discussed the day’s events as was the custom. We were still being entertained by the new tapes as I went back to my room to finish my homework where I continued with the second tape. This was great stuff and, according to mom, almost free. Well, I vowed to not miss a one of them until I’d listened to all 15. It looked like she had another 15 she had saved for dad and her to listen to also. I did go in to take a shower and wash my hair in Janet’s and my adjoining bathroom after I’d been listening to the second one for a while. I even used Jan’s conditioner on it and when I blew it dry, it did look better but something just wasn’t quite right so I took my brush and back combed it a little for body and then I tied it back up in a pony tail somewhat off my neck. There, that looks better I thought. And then it hit me, Jack, what the heck did you do THAT for? Well, because it looks nicer I guess. Oh, OK.

Mom was effusive in her praise of my hair all of a sudden. It did look shiny and full. It appeared dad had taken the hint too and while he didn’t have enough length for a long pony tail like mine yet, his looked nice and full and shiny too, sort of fluffy I suppose you’d say with a blunt cut at the back. I’d never been a fan of ‘big’ hair but I guess a little extra body was OK. It looked nice on him.

That night after the 10 o’clock news, I shut down my little 13" TV and turned on the new tapes again and put it on continuous loop. I’d gotten used to playing music while I slept. Actually Mom had always used the radio to help me sleep when I was little and I’d grown accustomed to it. Now that I’m going on 16, I find I still like a soothing sound to fall asleep to. She did the same thing with Janet. That first night I played more rock and roll and drifted off to awaken to Jim Croce.

When I got dressed for school, rather than just grab my hair and put it into a rubber band, I brushed it out, fluffed it up a little and borrowed one of Jan’s black scrunchies. There, that’s better I thought with some satisfaction. As I was looking at myself in the mirror: Maybe I should get an earring huh? maybe two. Yeah, that might be cool. WHAT are you THINKING Jack? Two? Yeah, maybe! I noticed a couple of Dad’s blemishes missing as we ate and asked about them. "Oh, yes. Thanks for noticing Jack. I decided to use some of your Mom’s stuff on them. Look OK?" "Yeah Dad, nice. Makes you look a little younger."

I’d never thought about wanting to look nicer much. I mean guys just do minimal stuff but just then they noticed my hair. "Jack, your hair looks great. What have you done", asked Mom? "Just gave it a little body Mom. Does it really look OK?" "Definitely an improvement son. Keep it up." "I suppose it’s not too much trouble. Doesn’t take 20 seconds to do it. OK."

A couple of the girls noticed my hair at school that day and complimented me on it. I found that I liked getting compliments. How strange! And compliments about my hair was even stranger, however, beggars...etc. Other than that, Thursday was pretty much of a repeat of Wednesday in all respects right up through dinner and after.

We didn’t watch much TV and listened to the rock & roll tapes again and I did again over night. I felt really well rested the next morning, almost ambitious, and when I was doing my hair I’m afraid I put a little more back combing in it and spritzed it with a lanolin spray of Janet’s. Wow, that does look good I thought as I smiled at myself in the mirror. I tied it off a little higher than yesterday with a red scrunchie and went down to breakfast. Dad must have been extra sleepy this morning as he didn’t have his shoes on. He was wearing Mom’s scuffs, not her flat ones but the ones with about a 2" wedge heel. "Dad," I said, "I think you’d better change shoes before you go to work." "Oh for heaven’s sake. Yes, these wouldn’t do at all <laugh> but I find I like the little bit of heel Jack. They’re a little small but maybe you would too." "I don’t know about that Dad but if it feels good, go for it."

When Dad changed for bed that night, he came back to the kitchen and he was wearing a different pair of slippers. They were definitely women’s and with an even higher wedge heel and his toes were painted a pale pink. He had on his nylon pajamas, at least they looked like his, and the sight gave me a little chill but I didn’t say anything except, "nice slippers Dad." "Thanks son. I got them on the way home. Your Mom did the nails for me. Like the color?" "Uh...yeah Dad, sure, if you do." "Yes, it’s a nice shade. Thanks." What the heck was with Dad all of a sudden? Well, no matter. I wasn’t raised to be judgmental. On the contrary, we were taught to be very tolerant of others What business was it of mine anyway? Besides, they did look nice in those slippers.

That night I brushed out my hair, putting it up at my crown in a violet scrunchie. It looked cute the way it swished around tied up there like that. I looked in the mirror and decided that I definitely would look good with an earring, even better with two. Yes, I want TWO. I wonder if Janet will let me wear some of her pretty dangles? JACK!!! What the hell are you THINKING? That I’d look cute with more hair and nice earrings. What’s your problem Jack? Dad’s hair is fluffy and he paints his nails and wears pretty slippers and, for all I know, those are girl’s pajamas too. Don’t you want to keep UP? I’m not so sure. On one front I’m having a real problem with this and on another, I’d love to paint my toes too. And those slippers really are attractive, even on Dad.

It was over the weekend that I got into real trouble. I mean, not TROUBLE trouble but Jan has a habit of leaving her lingerie hanging over the shower rod and when I took my shower Saturday morning, I of course had to take them down. She does have nice taste in lingerie. I really liked that pair of pale blue panties with the wide lace at the top. After I finished my legs and shaved my arm pits and got out of the shower I just had to try them on. I mean, what are sisters FOR anyway? Oh, I LIKE this feeling. These are GREAT! WHOA JACK!!!!! You just shaved your legs and arm pits and you’re getting off on wearing a pair of your sisters satin panties!! SO? I think they’re pretty. Sue me!

Just then Janet eased into the bathroom. She knew I was probably done because the water had long since stopped running. "Well Jack. Those look real cute on you. Do you like them?" "I...Uh...I’m sorry Janet. I didn’t mean..." "Oh, don’t be silly Jackie. I really don’t mind if you get with the program. Panties ARE a lot nicer than those dumb briefs you wear. Would you like a few pair until you can get some?" "You don’t mind? I think I love them." No, why should I? We’re siblings aren’t we?" "Well yeah but..." "Then it’s settled. I’ll go get you some." Janet returned to my bedroom with 5 more pairs of pretty panties in various shades and styles for which I thanked her with a hug and a kiss. ME kiss my SISTER? What’s the world coming to? She brought me some other things too like a nightie and mules like daddy’s, flats and a bra and a shirtwaist dress and just put them into my closet. This is SO strange. I just kind of zoned out and didn’t even complain.

If I thought THAT was strange, I hadn’t seen Dad yet. He came to breakfast Saturday morning wearing a pair of Mom’s shorts, his new sexy slippers and had done his nails in a round shape like Mom and Jan and with shiny clear polish on them. His legs were bare, cleanly shaven and not bad to look at. His hair was fluffy and looked a lot like Mom’s. My first thought was where the heck did he hide the jewels? Those shorts are TIGHT! My next one was darned if Dad doesn’t look kind of nice in Mom’s shorts. His hair and nails look nice too. Can’t believe how nice his legs look. Good grooming must be contagious around here. Well, I guess I can get with the program too as Janet says. I then went back to Janet’s room and borrowed an emery board and some pearlized pink polish and some clear. Then I proceeded to do all my nails like Dad’s and the girls. When they had dried, I looked at myself in the mirror again and ran my hand over my butt. Darned if you don’t have a nice one there Jack! A little lumpy in front but I don’t think I’ll be going back to cotton after feeling how nice nylon is, no way! I wonder if Dad has discovered how nice panties are? I just have to get myself some satiny panties next time I go shopping. I put on the slippers Jan had loaned me to keep up with daddy and went back into the family room. "Way to go bro" said Jan. "Like them?" "Yes. Nice job on the nails too."

Saturday we lounged around the pool after the grass was cut. We listened to some Eric Clapton and some Janis Joplin. I felt very mellow. Dad wore a tight speedo suit or at least what looked like one and the question of what he did with them came to mind again. He was barely showing but the suit looked good. "Son, when did you begin shaving your arm pits," asked Dad? Oh, just this week Dad. Just seems cleaner somehow. I think the hair makes them retain B.O., don’t you?" "Yes, I do. That’s why I’m doing it too. I guess you hadn’t noticed." "No, I hadn’t but it seems like a good idea. Some of the things the girls do aren’t such a bad idea even if it takes a few minutes now and then."

We’d been lying there listening to some Crosby, Stills and Nash. I’d been sunning myself for a while, about an hour I guess I wonder if my legs are as pretty as dad’s!* As I looked at my face, the word ‘bushy’ described how my brows looked to me too so I took Jan’s tweezers and thinned them out a little from the bottom and got rid of the ones over my nose. The more I thinned, the better they looked. There. That’s better. Much cleaner look. I’ll bet TV people and movie stars do this all the time. I fixed my pony tail at my crown with a pink scrunchie and went back to the pool. I really liked the way it swung back and forth when I tied it there. Just a few more inches and it would be brushing my neck as it swung back and forth. I always thought a pony tail was sexy on a girl. I put on my borrowed mules again. I think I like these but the make me walk like a girl.

Going back out to the pool, Janet noticed my ‘improvements’ immediately. "Darn Jackie, you do have pretty legs" she teased. "Thanks Jan. I’m glad you think so. "And you did your brows too. That softens your face considerably Jackie. Good show. I like the hair UP like that too but would you ASK next time you want to borrow my hair stuff please?" "Oh, I’m sorry. Sure. I guess I should get my own anyway." "That would be a good idea bro. Does the bra fit?" "Uh, yes. Thank you." Well then, the dress probably will too. Hope you like it." "It’s cute. Thanks." did I just thank my sister for a dress and say it was ‘cute’ implying that I would wear it? Yeah, I guess I did. Wow. It IS cute though.

That evening, since I didn’t have a date, Brandon, that’s my nerdy friend and I went to the mall.

Now, I really didn’t intend to do it but I steered Brandon into J.C. Penney and bought six pairs of lovely panties AND a mid calf length nightie with a fitted bodice in mint green. It was gorgeous! Brandon was a little stupefied. "Jack, are those for your Mom or Janet?" "Neither Bran." "Who then?" "Me, of course. And while we’re at it, I want to get my ears pierced. Do you mind?" "Uh, n...no Jack, I don’t mind, except I never knew you liked girl’s stuff before. I wouldn’t tell this to another soul, but I kind of do too except I’m afraid to do anything about it. I’m proud of ya Jackie." "Well, that’s a relief Bran. I was afraid you’d bail on me. Let’s go get me some pretty studs." WOW!! I can’t believe the conversation I just had with Brandon. I also can’t believe I bought myself a slinky nightgown right in front of him either. I hope it feels as good ON as it did in the store!

We did go to the piercing both and I got some plain gold studs. I also got some cubic zirconia for after they healed but for now, I didn’t know how much I could get away with at school. I still had a few weeks to go before summer vacation. We also stopped by the dollar store and got some hair care stuff. I picked up some scrunchies and pins, a few ribbons and a silk decoration that clipped in when you wore your hair up along with a comb for a French braid and one of those ‘Hairdini’ things. All the while Brandon was carrying on about how jealous he was but I didn’t see him doing anything about it, just like he said.

I really don’t know what came over me but we ended up in the Payless shoe store roaming through the 8-9 isle of the women’s section. Janet had put a pair or two of pantyhose in my sock drawer and I had a pair on. Brandon was bouncing off the walls as I tried on cute girl’s shoes. I finally settled on a pair of black flats and a pair of loafers with a slightly built up heel in a size 8. OK, it was about a 2½ inch heel. They were cute and I figured I could get away with wearing them to school. Why did I want to wear girl’s shoes to school? Why was I wearing panties and pantyhose? Why? Because it just felt right I guess. I wore the loafers home. The cashier wised off at me I think. He asked, "would you like a purse to go with those miss?" On the one hand, I wanted to belt him. Oh the other, I thought it was sweet of him to ask. So, I reached over and pulled down this neat black shoulder bag and added it to the pile and smiled. The way I had my hair done and the earrings... Oh, my! The shoes were easy to get used to. No problem at all and they made my feet look a size smaller at least. They also made me as tall as Brandon who, in reality, isn’t very tall either. I just loved the flats. They were so sexy but demure.

The real surprise was when I got home about nine. Mom an Dad were sitting watching TV in almost matching lounging outfits. They were both wearing peignoir sets and mid heeled mules.

I was sure he had panties on underneath. Dad looked like he had on a little blusher and a light lipstick too, not to mention the top of his gown was appropriately pushed out. I couldn’t contain myself all of a sudden. I lost control but not the way I’d expected. I GUSHED! ME! "Daddy you look wonderful. Just wonderful. That looks great on you. Is that all Mom’s stuff?" "No, your Mom and I went shopping too although not locally. I see by the packages you did too and those are cute shoes. Going to wear those to school?" "Yes." "And you got your ears pierced. Good for YOU. We were wondering when you’d get around to it. You and Janet can share earrings now. What else did you buy?"

"Just some panties and a nightie and the shoes. Oh, and these cute flats. Want to see?" "Yes honey, model for us", said Mom. I showed them the flats and they made appropriate noises. "OK. I’ll go up and change." "It took me a few minutes but I put on my new nightie and the padded bra Jan had loaned me, put on my new flats and then let my hair down and brushed it out into it’s natural waves. It hung past my shoulders and was very shiny. well, if Daddy can wear lipstick, so can I and I proceeded to use a little of Jan’s Plumrose. She’d probably have a hissy fit but I could get my own. Good thing she was out on a date. I thought I looked rather cute. Definitely girlish but cute.

"OH, Jackie, you look darling, doesn’t he Lou?" "You really do have potential son," said my Dad. "I think you could be almost as pretty as your sister, don’t you Eleanor?" "I do Lou. And you are looking awfully cute yourself. You should both embrace this clean new look and let it grow on you. I’m sure you’ll come to love all these soft, pretty things you both are trying out." "Mom, that’s exactly what I’m scared to death of. I don’t understand myself at all. If Daddy and I aren’t careful, he could lose his job and I could end up in the hospital." "Well then, we need to just keep this self improvement program of yours mostly at home for a while, don’t you think? At least the more flagrant things like makeup?" "Yes honey" said daddy, "that just makes sense. We can enjoy these nice things at home and be our old, dumpy selves at work and school, OK Jackie?" "Sure Daddy. Whatever you two think is best." I slept to the rocking sounds of Santana that night.

Well, I never slept in a gown before and never had one swishing around my shaved legs before and never wore sexy slippers before but I confess, I loved it ALL. And I loved the look the blush and lipstick gave me too, especially with my hair down. There was no getting away from the fact that both my ears were pierced though. Well, I could deal with that except that when I looked in the mirror, I was seeing a different version of Janet.

Janet caught me bumping into walls the next morning half asleep in my new nightie and still with my makeup on. She looked just a little surprised but said, "well Jackie, you look very comfortable. How do the mules fit?" "Almost perfect Jan. Thanks. I think I’ll get myself a pair. I like them and daddy seems to like his a lot too. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your polish and makeup." "No, not really hon but you should be careful when you borrow makeup. What you borrowed is smudge proof. Your lips are stained until tomorrow more than likely." "Oh well, I’ll make the best of it. Thanks, I’ll remember that." Sunday we all went to church at 10 AM. Daddy and I were wearing our panties and hose and I did my hair just a little. I mean, it was Sunday and we were going to church. I don’t think I looked too feminine even with my pink lips. Neither did Daddy. Judging from the occasional stares I got, I may have been wrong.

Monday morning we all did our usual thing except for a few minor adjustments like I couldn’t take out the studs but I didn’t tease my hair much either and I took the polish off my hands. I just put on a coat of hardener so they would resist breaking. Of course I couldn’t hide the way the nails were shaped. A few noticed the earrings but only a couple of the girls made a point of it, none of the guys. A couple of the girls noticed my new shoes though and told me how much they liked them on me. Barbara wanted to try them on so I let her and they fit her. Carol noticed my pantyhose then and just winked at me saying, "Jackie, you shouldn’t go barefoot. Put on Barbara’s Mary Janes while she has yours on." "Oh, Carol, I couldn’t. They’re really cute, but I just couldn’t. What if she didn’t want to trade back?" She just smiled back. I did want to try on those Mary Janes though. Maybe I had a friend. The girls did seem friendlier though and I hung with them a little bit on Monday.

I was a slight kid, what you would describe as ‘non-threatening’ in girl talk so they didn’t have a problem with me. A couple also noticed my eyebrows and told me I looked ‘sweet’. I told one, "Thanks Laurie. I’m trying to clean up my act and dress nicer and take care of myself a little. You really like the look?" "Yes Jack. I think it works for you. You’re beginning to look a lot like your sister though hon. Don’t give up until you complete your look. You have to find what works for YOU. The high heels are a nice touch too but the Mary Janes would look cute too." "Gee, they’re not TOO high are they?" "Just right hon. You’re still only about 5'8" with them on. You should get some more cute shoes and wear them. You’ll be fine." Oh, if they only knew how sweet I was becoming for what reason I could not fathom.

Tuesday night dad came home and changed into a pair of short shorts, a blouse with bra and a pair of skimmer flats. FLATS!!! They looked a lot like mine. Jeeze, he was really getting cute looking since he started caring for himself and embracing his feminine side. "You look nice daddy." "Thanks Jackie. I feel great." I noticed that he had also plucked his brows and I would swear he had on a little mascara in addition to his lipstick and blusher. I think he could be almost as foxy as Mom! Wow! I’m thinking of my DAD all dolled up in women’s clothes, a dress, high heels and all and with BOOBS. AM I NUTS? I think he WOULD be major cute though.

Wednesday became Thursday and then Friday and the weekend was upon us again and all the while, we had been enjoying Mom’s gift of music. I just LOVED these tunes and by Saturday had played all 15 over three times around including continuous loop overnight. After chores, I went up and cleaned myself up and put on some fresh panties and fixed my hair. I’d shaved my legs and pits and did my nails and hair by the time everyone was ready for our joint shopping trip.

We started off at the discount department store (the really BIG one with 1,100 outlets) and got a lot of things there. What were we shopping for, the four of us? Soft, pretty things. Things that made us feel good or look good of course. Janet helped me with my makeup purchases and Mom assisted Daddy. We all got some undies including a couple teddies, slips, bras, skirts and blouses, hose and another gown or two. Then daddy and I went into the men’s room and put our thigh high hose on and we all went to the shoe department and got some slippers and flats and oxfords and some other shoes that could pass for boy’s, sort of. And I did get myself a pair of those cute Mary Janes. We also got some pretty heels. Of course, we tried them all ON when we thought no one was looking. I got such a RUSH when I tried on my first pair of high heels. They were black patent and had at least a 3 inch heel. They were SO sexy! I got VERY excited, obviously so I’m afraid. "Jackie!" my mother cautioned. "Just look at you even in your tight panties." "I’m sorry Mom. I can’t help it." "Well, if that’s how you’re going to react, maybe we better get you something to calm you down, the BOTH of you. I’ll go see about that next week. I swear, I can’t take you two ANYWHERE" she kidded with a big grin. "Oh, cut that OUT Mom," I retorted. "We’ll be OK as soon as we get used to feeling like this about pretty things."

We had a real fashion show when we got home and Mom talked Daddy into getting his ears pierced before we got home too. Would you believe? Mom took Daddy in hand and Janet took me and we all went and got decked out to the max. Janet was very patient with me showing me all about makeup. She was really very sweet about it. I was SO glad I hadn’t started to shave yet. My complexion looked good after I covered a couple zits. Janet rolled my hair for me, putting me under the drying and then I got into my new undies, hose and heels and my new 34B bra with some falsies and one of her casual party dresses. She did my nails in a rose creme to match my lipstick. "Go look at yourself Jacqueline darling," she said. "Jacqueline?" "You are far too foxy sister mine to be a JACK. Go look!"

I was STUNNED!! She was right. MOM was right. I could be a major fox if I took the time to dress and makeup like a girl but then I realized, "Janet, this all took two HOURS to do." "Well little sister, now you are getting the point. Pretty comes with a price. It takes time, effort, know how, a little talent and of course your prettiest things." "I don’t know about all of this Jan. What’s with Daddy too all of a sudden? He’s acting awfully girly lately. It’s not just the clothing. Am I doing that too?" "Want the truth or not?" "Truth." "Of course you are Jackie. How could you NOT? You are both going to become more and more feminine to the point that you can’t pass any more as boys at all. Isn’t that what you wanted?" There was a long, very pregnant pause while I digested what I had just heard. "Oh, Jan! YES, that is exactly what I want. What is the MATTER with daddy and me?"

"Why don’t you ask your father? LOUISE should be ready by now too. Let’s adjourn to the family room little sister." I walked as gracefully as I could in three inch heels, wiggling my butt just like Mom and Janet. I knew I looked darling but how would daddy look? And how would I react to seeing my father all decked out as a woman? WHY did we want to do this? Why did we crave all these feminine things. Why were they sexually stimulating to us. "Oh, Daddy, you look adorable" I cried! You are one foxy lady." "Thank you sweetheart. You are just as pretty as your sister. I knew you could do it." "Not without Janet’s help but just look at me. It took two hours but I feel WONDERFUL." "So do I Jackie. So do I," she said. My father was gone, replaced by this lovely mid thirtyish woman. Except for her voice, I would never know she was my daddy. And she acted SO feminine, just perfect I thought. And Jan said I was acting perfectly feminine too. Oh boy. No wonder I was so well received by the girls!!

"Daddy." "Call me Louise honey." "Really?" "Yes. It’s a little more than ridiculous to call me daddy when I look and feel like this." "Well, do you have any idea how we got to be like this?" "No Jackie but I’m really afraid it wouldn’t help even if we did know. Why not just try to forget about that and go with the flow." "I’ll try Da---Louise."

We lounged around another hour or so if you can call a mutual admiration society lounging. I got in a lot of practice in my black pumps. I loved to hear the tap on the tile floor and I was getting comfortable with the whole picture of myself as a girl. I LOVED all these pretty things and Janet loaned me a pair of her long dangle earrings too as did Mom with Louise. My hair looked great in soft waves falling about my innocent face. We COULD be four good looking babes.

Well, after that night, Daddy and I, that’s Louise and Jackie, never looked back. We did our best to pretend to be Louis and Jack at work and school but I could FEEL that it was a losing battle.

Daddy was acting more and more like a woman and he never wore ANYTHING masculine around the house any more and as little masculine clothing as possible to work. I actually tried to fight this overwhelming feeling but in the end, it was no use, no use at all. Mom did get us something to calm us down. It was some purple pills she had us take. We began with one a day, then two, then three, then four over a period of four weeks then stayed at four a day. Finals were long gone. It was coming up on the 4^th of July. Strange things were happening to my body and mind and I’m not sure I was that much more calm and I was beginning to be upset with not wearing a top with my bathing suit.

"Jan, why is my chest sore and hard underneath?" "Don’t you know Jackie?" "Gimme a break sis. If I knew, why would I ask?" "Oh, alright. Your milk glands are developing is all. Nothing to worry about but by the end of summer, you’ll have to wear a girl’s swim suit. You are growing a nice set of hooters sis. Is the other stuff shrinking yet?" "How did you know about that?" "Just a guess. It IS then?" "Yes." "Good. Then your new titties won’t have to fight so hard to come to the surface." "My WHAT?" "Gee JACQUELINE. Didn’t you hear me? Hooters!. It’s not just about clothing. Don’t you get it yet? You’re turning into a girl. So is DADDY! You HAVE made a few girl friends at school and they love the new you, I might add. I’ve talked with them and explained the situation. There’s a new girl on the block sister friend and she’s YOU!" Well ladies, I fainted dead away. It was a good thing we were in Janet’s room and she had thick carpet.

I woke up with Janet kneeling over me and a wash cloth on my forehead with my bangs brushed back. "What happened?" "I suppose you went into shock when you heard you and daddy were turning into girls. Neither of you ever appreciated what Mom and I go through to be pretty so now, you DO, don’t you Jackie honey?" Sitting up I said, "This was some kind of revenge thing Janet? You and MOM did this to us?" "Of course sweetie but we did you a favor. We wanted you both to understand and what better way than to become one of us? You’re both going to LOVE becoming women. You’ll see. You don’t act ANYTHING like a boy anymore sweetie. The boys at school must think you are really fruity by now especially when you try to pass as Jack so give it up. I’m sure the girls will tell them soon though so you won’t have to worry. You’ll just be another chick at high school and you may as well start going to the summer dances in a skirt and flats. You’re going to spend the rest of your lives married to a vanity table just like US! At least you’ll never have to shave. Louise will have to have her beard taken out."

"MOM!!!!!" I ran screaming in my new feminine voice into the kitchen and almost tore the slim skirt I was wearing. I was in tears of course and waving my arms wildly. "What’s the matter honey?" I sat down sobbing. "I think you know very well Mom." "Oh, THAT!" I think we’d better wait for your Aunt Louise to get home and we’ll discuss it then if you still want to." And, of course, that was the end of that for the time being. Louise did not want to discuss it. She was having too much fun.

Louise and I weren’t rocket scientists but it didn’t take one to figure out that we were taking female hormones and that our breasts and bums were expanding predictably. My pelvis would actually grow into child bearing proportions. I’d be in a real B cup by August and so would Louise if not more. I just never got enough of that 70s rock & roll.

I played it almost every night and, according to Louise, so did she. Hey, I’m not a complete dope. You can’t refer to a fox like Louise as "Daddy!" SHE or Aunt Louise would have to do.

I was into an honest A+ cup with nice, big brown nipples by the end of July and Louise was working on a B. Janet had confessed that she had talked to the girls, so I didn’t even pretend to be Jack anymore, especially around Brandon. He went out with me all the time and it gave us both an ego boost. For me to have a boyfriend and him to have a girlfriend, something he NEVER had was quite a stretch.

It was also quite a stretch for me to realize I was scoping out cute guys too!

"Jackie, I confess I can’t even remember what you were like as Jack anymore. You’re probably the prettiest girl in our class and we’re dating. At least, that’s what it looks like. I can’t believe nobody has recognized you. I mean, you and Janet look so much alike now." Yes, Brandon. I’ve wondered about that myself. It’s really odd." I didn’t have the heart to tell him the whole school probably knew by now and had us clocked dead bang.

As I was having difficulties, so was dad/Louise. He/she had become VERY feminine and mom was having her wear a waist cincher all the time which gave her a too slender waist under a man’s suit and her boobs had become hard to hide too. She looked very uncomfortable when she went to work in drag as dad. She had electrolysis every Saturday and her beard was moving relentlessly down to the chin. I know, you wonder why we just didn’t stop taking the pills. We talked about it but we had both come to the same conclusion. Whatever device they had used to get us into this position, it had worked too well. We really didn’t want to go back to being masculine.

We both loved looking and acting like we did. Mom and Louise were having a blast as girlfriends and I had never gotten along better with Janet OR my girlfriends at school. I love all my pretty new things and being pretty and popular. I didn’t mind the time it took. And time it did take! NOW I understood and at what a lovely price.

I had made new friends. I didn’t want to be a boy any more. We both acknowledged that by whatever means, we were stuck. We’d just have to play this out to it’s logical conclusion. No matter what we thought on an intellectual level, we both knew that we loved what we were becoming and didn’t want to stop now, COULDN’T stop now even if we really wanted to, which, I don’t believe we did. Louise was becoming a downright beautiful and mature woman. She was going to be fighting off guys with a club and me ,well, I was having similar problems in my own age group. A couple of the boys at the pool had come right up to me and asked me by name for a date calling me ‘Jackie’. They were serious too. We had evolved indeed into a couple babes but it was sure a high maintenance business, just as Janet said. It took time. Oh, if we’d just kept out mouths shut. Will men NEVER learn to keep their mouths shut? If this happened to more of them, I’ll bet they would.

Finally, push came to shove. Louise and I had to make some decisions. Would she try to keep up appearances as Louis Fenton or would she pull out the stops? Could I go back to Prentiss High or would I want to or HAVE to switch schools to stay alive. There had always been a couple bullies that liked to pick on Brandon and Jack and when I showed up on campus, what would happen then? Death by hanging? A lynch mob?. Or would the girls protect me? I rather felt like they would.

We returned to school the day after Labor Day. I returned as Jacqueline Anne Fenton. I wore a simple print dress with scoop neckline and short sleeves with pearl accessories and my black calf flats. I made up as pretty as I knew how, letting my long hair flow in cascading curls about my face. My voice had matured into that of a young woman. I was no longer Jack, hopelessly caught in femininity forever. Stuck in this alternative universe. The girls were so wonderful. They welcomed me to the club. I got asked out by three boys and accepted one. He was a hunk. Carol urged me to say yes. I did. That begins another chapter in this new life!

Daddy/Louise was in big trouble. She couldn’t pass any more either. Louis might as well be dead as Louise took over his body. She was lovely. She was also a Vice President and her boss, Alan Greenfield was a very nice man. Somewhat of a letch, but a nice man. "Lou, would you come in here please?" :"Sure Alan. What’s up?" "You tell ME. Just look at you. If I weren’t married, I’d ask for a DATE! Why don’t you just undo that hair, put on a skirt suit, some makeup and some heels and be done with it.!"

"That obvious huh?" "You’ve got to be kidding Lou. You’ve been ‘round the bend since July. My guess is that’s quite a figure you’re hiding under there. What’s the wife have to say about all of this?" "She’s fine with it Alan, really. She helps me a lot. What are you going to do?" "I’m going to recommend that you be transferred across the bay. What do you want to be called?" "Louise will do. When do you want me to dress in my power suit?" "Tomorrow will be fine Louise. You are a very badly kept secret around here. You’re so damned feminine you put my wife to shame." "I’ll take that as a compliment. Thanks. You’re not really upset? I really didn’t have much choice about this." "I really don’t understand that but no, it’s OK. I have a feeling you’ll do even better now that you’ve come to terms with this. I always thought you were a little too good looking to be a guy, you AND Jack.." "Funny you should say that Alan. Jack caught this disease too. He’s now our daughter Jacqueline and looks very much like Janet. They’re both very pretty." "It figures."

So, Aunt Louise was transferred and I went on to become a cheer leader. That’s what pretty girls do in high school, isn’t it? We both had ceased to function in any meaningful way as males and so, with the help of our therapist, we applied for sex re-assignment. Louise went first during her vacation and I also during mine the following summer when I turned 17. I’m sure my boyfriend Josh appreciated that move. He sure likes to pet as much as I like to be petted. My parents now live as ‘domestic partners’ which is recognized in our state.

"Mom?" "Yes Jackie?" "Please tell me how you did it." "Oh, THAT again! You never give up do you? Alright, now that you are a girl and appreciate what a girl goes through for a man, I’ll tell you. Music." "The TAPES?" "Sure. I told you they were cheap and for what they were, they were cheap at ANY price <giggle> as far as I was concerned. I paid $500. for them. You and your daddy never had a chance. I got them from a girl’s school for boys. All they did was enhance our femininity but for you two, they GAVE you femininity in spades. All you wanted to wear was skirts and dresses. Once you had played them twice, you were irrevocably hooked with no way back and you must have played the entire set 12 times in three months before you tired of them. All the while you were being re-enforced, desiring more and more femininity. Now, I have another beautiful daughter and a lovely companion who understands me completely. How good can it get?" "Brandon LOVES rock ‘n roll Mom. Mind if he listens to them? I just KNOW he’ll love them as much as I did."

"I suppose so honey. He’ll really be better off." "Oh, goodie!" And I raced up to my room to get Brandon the present of his life.

The end.

 

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