Part-Time Sister

by Cathi King

 

The fun begins!!!!

Well what have the two of you got to say for yourselves.' said Mrs Chislom, with an air of exasperation. Before her stood her two children – Ty age 9 and Cathy 11. They had been fighting again. All they ever seemed to do lately was fight. It was the beginning of the summer break, but the weather like the behavior of her children had deteriorated badly over the last 3 days. They were bored and they were stuck with each other's company. To make matters worse, the family car was in the shop for a week, so any chance of leaving the house was gone.

For the last two days they seem to have taken every opportunity to annoy each other and her in the process. In Mrs Chislom's eyes, Ty was the main problem. He was just like his father – weak and lacking any real drive and commitment. Ty's father had abandoned his family when Ty was only 18 months. Said he wasn't 'fit' to be parent; 'couldn't handle the responsibility'. It annoyed her to think about it, and lately she new she was riding him harder than usual. But he needed it! He was physically and mentally weak, lacked any interest in sport or other 'boyish' pursuits, and seemed to give up on something as soon as it became hard or he hit an obstacle. Well if he wanted to survive in this world he would need to be stronger than that. In his defense, she conceded that he had shown some aptitude for computers and had artistic ability, but lacked the application to turn it into anything useful.

Cathy on the other hand was highly adventurous. Bright and ambitious, she had her mother's drive and determination. She had no doubts that Ty had been annoying his sister and she was not going to stand for it any longer.

'Ty, I have had enough – for the rest of the day I want you to do what ever your sister asks – and no buts. She is older and far more responsible that you. I have much to do and……………….' Mrs Chislom continued with her diatribe for the next five minutes. Then sent the children up stairs to their rooms, satisfied that there would (hopefully) be no more trouble at least for a couple of hours.

Catherine (Cathy) Chislom sat quietly while her mother expressed her dissatisfaction with their behavior. She new it was her fault but Ty was such a baby. So she had taken his precious Gameboy. He spent too much time on it anyway and she was bored. All this rain and the lack of family transportation had prevented her from meeting her friends. Ty was no fun; he did not like to do anything and he was such a wimp. When he came demanding his gameboy back she had told him he could have it if he could get it off her. How pathetic. She had easily held him off with one hand while he tried to unsuccessful grab the 'stolen' item. When she got sick of his feeble efforts she had pushed him away and he had hit his arm against the desk. The poor baby had then begun to cry that he would tell mum etc. She had told him in no uncertain terms that if he told mum he really would have something to cry about. That had started the shouting between them. Their mother was so angry when she came up she did not even ask what had happened. Poor Ty he was now in trouble because of her, she smiled inwardly to herself. It seemed so easy to get him into trouble lately. Her inward smile turned to absolute glee when she heard her mother tell Ty he 'had to do everything his sister asked…..'. Oh what fun this would be.

'But mum' she heard herself say, 'It wasn't all Ty's fault. I am just as much to blame'. Her mother smiled at her 'unselfish' confession of 'mutual guilt', and then reinforced Cathy's power of authority over Ty. Cathy kept her face serious but her mind raced with the possibilities.

Ty on the other hand looked thunder struck – poor little darling she thought. He looked so pathetic. As they climbed the stairs, she 'apologized' to him and told him how 'unfair' this was. He looked at her and tears began to form in his eyes.

'Oh for god's sake' she thought, 'don't cry – what a wimp!!!'

'Come on little brother' she crooned, 'everything will be alright; lets go and hangout in my room'.

He brightened at once, an invite to Cathy's room was a rare treat – usually he was banned from even casting a shadow over her bedroom door.

'Ok that would be great' he responded quietly not sure whether the offer would be withdrawn as quickly as it was given,

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'Ok little 'brother', what are we going to do?'

'I dunno' responded Ty 'Do you have any ideas?' Did Cathy have any ideas – she sure did. But she would need to play it clever to get Ty's cooperation – no matter what her mother had said.

'Lets play a game of pretend – how about a super hero rescue??

'Oh yeah that would be great – I want to be the super hero' said Ty enthusiastically. HE was a little surprised that Cathy would want to play such a game – normally she would say it was too childish or stupid for her.

'Oh no my game' said Cathy quickly 'I get to be super hero, you get to be the one I rescue.'

'What do you mean? Said Ty not quite so enthusiastically

'Well this is my game so I get to be superhero and you get to be the 'damsel in distress' 'she added confidently.

'What do you mean by 'damsel in distress'?' added Ty, knowing full well that what ever she meant it was not good.

'I mean little brother that I am the super hero and you are the one I am going to save – come on lets get ready'.

'Get ready? Sid Ty.

'Yes ready – you have to get dressed up so I can save you silly ' she added in a very matter-a-fact way. 'Now what I have got for you to wear.'

Ty said nothing. He just sat there looking at his sister not quite sure what to expect.

Cathy went to her wardrobe – the one that contained all those clothes she no longer wore. She opened the doors and was presented with and array of dresses, skirts, old sports uniforms, dance costumes and fantasy costumes. She turned and looked at Ty – he looked terrified – 'Oh what fun she thought' my own live dress up doll.

'What to wear' she mused, 'what does the fashionable damsel in distress wear?' Cathy scanned her wardrobe and her eyes immediately fell on a pink party dress complete with white sash, embroided bodice and sleeves and small white bows around the neckline.

'Oh I think I have just the outfit' she said as she pulled the dress from the wardrobe.

'I can't wear that!' exclaimed TY. 'And no way you can make me.'

'Now Ty you know what mum said you have to do everything I say – anyway it is only pretend it is not like you will be wearing it out or anything'

'But only girls wear dresses' whined Ty 'and I am not a girl'.

'No you aren't – you just act like one' responded Cathy. 'Oh don't be such a baby – it's just for fun'

Ty crossed his arms and didn't move.

Cathy walked to her bedroom door – opened it and leaned out – 'Oh mummy, Ty isn't doing as he was told', she yelled down the corridor

'If I have to come up there you will be in more trouble than you know what is good for you responded Ty's mother – now do as your sister tells you.'

Cathy turned and looked at Ty with a look of triumph on her face.

'See mum will be mad and you know what happens then…….' she left the thought trail off'

'Ty looked down – then up resignation on his face – he new he was in trouble either way – and this seemed the lesser of the two evils.

'Ok what do I do' he said.

Excellent!!! Said Cathy; just turn around while I get some other things'

'Other things', what other things he thought.

Before he knew what was happening he heard Cathy was at her draws ' Oh yes that's it… and those. No wrong color … oh that will match his eyes' then

Ok turn around and take you cloths off she said in a commanding fashion.

'What here? 'said Ty

Don't be silly it's not as though I have not seen you naked before.

'But I was only one then ' protested Ty.

'Shut up and strip – or I will call mum!!!!' she added.

Ty striped – he really is rather puny she thought – oh he is going to look so cute!!!!

Cathy however kept a straight face and managed not to giggle at his little penis – how pathetic and he calls himself a boy!!!

Once naked she got Ty to put on some white lace panties with ruffles on the bottom and little pink bows.Then a white slip with satin trim followed by a couple of petti-coats ' 'Why do I have to wear these' he protested.

'Oh don't be so silly the dress won't sit right without them' she said as she quickly dismissed his protest.

'Arms up'

Ty raised his arms and Cathy lowered the dress over his arms and head'

'You can put them down now silly'

Ty put them down and they immediately landed on the soft folds of the dress – it felt strange. Cathy started to hum as she carefully arranges the skirt over the petticoats.

'There that should do it', she said with a note of satisfaction.

'Is that it then' said Ty hopefully.

'No silly – sit on the bed so I can put on your shoes and socks; hold the dress out like this' she grabbed the sides of the dress and spread it out so it would not be crushed when Ty sat down.

Ty did the same as his sister and the dress settled gentle over his legs and the bed.

'Yes that's it' said Cathy, quietly surprised that Ty had got it right,

'That's a good girl', she added with a slight smile.

Ty glared at his sister; the 'girl' reference had not gone unnoticed.

Cathy quickly placed a pair of socks with a ruffled top on his feet; followed by a pair of white Mary Janes.

'Stand up sweetie' she was now starting to treat him like a little girl 'and let mummy have a look at you.'

'Ty glared at her but said nothing.

'Oh don't be soooo sensitive – I am only teasing you; I am far to young to be your mummy – why don't I just be your big sister – what do you say sis?'

'I thought you were going to be super hero? Said Ty.

'I changed my mind' said Cathy– I would prefer playing pretend sisters – what do you think – you are after all dressed for it.' She said as the smile broadened on her face.'

Ty said nothing – he new he was caught and no matter what he said Cathy would do what ever she wanted so he might as well go along with it.

'Ok then 'sis' I will take that as a yes. Now lets do something with that hair of yours – over to the vanity little sister.'

Ty had long dark hair that came down to his shoulders. He liked it long; thought it made him look tough – well today it made him look something else.

Cathy quickly set to work brushing his hair back from his face.

'Oh you have such beautiful hair little 'sis' – how would you like big sister to do it for you today.'

Ty just started blankly back at her

'Don't answer that; let big sister surprise you' . She grabbed his shoulders and put her face next to his. Staring into the mirror she smiled at him and gave him a squeeze.

Ty just stared blankly back at the little girl I the pink party dress. The petticoats felt soft against his legs while the bodice caressed his chest. He felt warm and scared all at the same time.

Cathy stood up and began to arrange Ty's hair. She parted it down the middle and brushed each side into two bunches behind his ears. She then skillfully secured them into two pigtails. She then brushed out both pigtails, putting a little curl in each. Next she took two white ribbons and tied bows around each pigtail. Then she used some hair slides to secure the sides (white with little pink flowers) and under each pigtail (white). Finally some work on the fringe, and her little sister was ready for the party!!

Ty looked back at the reflection in the mirror. The little girl staring back was pretty. Very pretty!!! Just like the cute little girls you see in commercials for Barbie dolls, pre-teen jewelry and puppy chow. She gave a tentative smile and looked even cuter!!!

Cathy was also staring at her handy work. Ty was even prettier than she imagined. There was no way any one would think of him as anything but a very lovely 8 to 9 year old girl.

'Oh what a cute smile!!!' she thought as Ty tentatively tested the reflection I the mirror. Ty really should have been a girl – no boy has right to be that pretty.

'Well little sister, stand up and show big sister how you look'

Ty carefully rose – as he did the weight of the dress forced the petticoats against his legs and as he move they swished together. The effect on Ty was quietly electric. He could feel the pressure of the pigtails, the tickle of the ribbons against his ears and the continued caress of the bodice as he breathed. The panties rubbed against his little penis and, small though it was, it began to grow.

His heart raced; his palms were sweaty and he felt warm all over.

'Give me a twirl sis? Beckoned Cathy. Ty looked up at a Cathy. She was smiling at him expectantly.

'Come on how about a twirl?'

Ty twirled. Slowly at first then with Cathy's encouragement a little faster. The dress blossomed out and Ty felt part of his legs exposed to the air. In the next movement Cathy had grabbed him and was twirling his body around faster and faster.

'Look at the little princess twirl' she crooned

'What a cute little princess'

Ty's head was spinning. The room blurred – highlighted by Cathie's laughing and smiling face. He felt dizzy; spinning out of control fell onto her Cathy's bed.

'Oh little sister' said Cathy somewhat breathlessly – that was fun!

'You look sooooo cute – come on your turn to do my hair; I will tell you what to do. Then we can play some games.'

For the next two hours the two 'sisters' played together in perfect harmony. As time progressed TY becoming more confident in his new role as 'little sister' and started to enjoy himself. The clothing felt good, the hair looked good (he particularly like the way the pigtails tickled his ears) and he felt great. The heat in his panties maintained itself through he two hours. He was excited. Dressing as girl got him excited and he like it!!!!

From Cathy's point of view she now had another 'girl' to do girl things with. She soon forgot thinking of Ty as her little brother. Ty was for these two hours the little sister she had always wanted – not the nasty little brother she had come to resent.

Mum Takes a Hand

Mrs. Chislom had been so busy with the house that she completely lost track of the time. Before she new it was 4.30 and she would have to start thinking about preparing dinner. She also suddenly realized that it had been blissfully quiet for the last two hours.

Making her way upstairs she went first to Ty's room to see what he was doing. Not finding him there she made her way down the corridor to Catherine's room. As she approached she heard to sound of her two children in quiet conversation. Without peering in, she listens to Catherine explaining something to Ty.

'…you brush the hair back …. Yes that's it. Now gather it at the top of your head… good ..now carefully slip the elastic off your hand and wrap it around the hair…careful don't let it ….good now a couple of twists,…. And pull the hair through…. Ok one more ..and …. That's it. Ok turn around so I can brush it and tie a ribbon around it'. Silence followed while Mrs. Chislom waited curiously.

'What are they doing?' she thought. She moved to the door and peered in. Catherine was carefully securing a ribbon around the ponytail of a young girl in a pink part dress and that young 'girl' was her son Ty!!!!!

They had not heard or seen her – Ty sat quietly at Catherine's vanity; a far away look it his eyes. Catherine finished tying the ribbon.

'There she said, 'what a pretty girl you make.'

Ty blushed

'Ok 'little sister' stand up and show big sister your little girl curtsy'

Ty stood, turned; grabbed the hem of his dress - 'what a pretty girl he makes thought Mrs. Chislom – he bowed his head and bent to one knee as he curtsied for Catherine.

'Very good!' said Catherine 'what a good little sister you are!!'

Ty blushed again.

Mrs Chislom backed quietly away from the door. Not sure what too think about what she had just seen. What was she to do? Should she do or say anything? Well the children seemed happy enough. At least they weren't fighting. So best just let it go.

So she did. Mrs Chislom said nothing. Even when Ty turned up later that day in a pale yellow sundress with his hair held back by a matching pale yellow headband. Ty was bright red and obviously nervous. Catherine however introduce him as 'Tiffany your other daughter.' Mrs Chislom just smiled and told Tiffany what a pretty girl she was. That seemed to relax Ty and soon all three were sitting down to tea.

And that's much how it went for the next three weeks. A couple of times each week Catherine would dress up Ty as her little sister. She treated him like a live doll. She got him into her school uniform, ballet tutu, princess costume, and a variety of her other dresses, skirts and other little girl clothing. One night she even got him to wear one of her baby doll night dresses to bed. That night she also showed Ty how to braid hair and braided his into two cute little pigtails.

What a shame thought Catherine that it is not longer. Ty had such beautiful shiny and thick hair – far to good for a boy. Catherine also noticed that her mum was paying much more attention to Ty's hair.

Mrs Chislom started to insist that if Ty wanted to wear it longer he would have to put it in a ponytail. For a few days Ty did as his mother told him but one morning came down to breakfast without the ponytail. His mum was furious and marched Ty up stairs to 'do it herself'. When she finished not only had she put it in a ponytail but had insisted that he used hair slides to 'help keep it under control'. Mrs Chislom had also borrowed one of Catherine's scrunches to 'make it looked nice'. Ty was embarrassed that his mum had mad his hair so 'girly' but did not dare say anything. After that he made sure he always did his own hair – unless he was playing dress up with Catherine.

One morning Mrs Chislom announced that she was taking Ty to get his hair done. About time thought Ty as by this time it was well and truly down to his shoulders.

'I have laid out you clothes on the bed – get dressed quickly as we are due at the hairdresser at 9.00.'

Ty went up stairs. On his bed were a pair of white shorts (had not seen those before), a pale blue top with a collar and no arms (also new) and a pair of blue sandals with pale green flowers on them.' There was also a pair of white briefs. Ty quickly took off his pajamas and slipped on the briefs. The material was soft like Catherine's panties. He slipped on the shorts they were tight at the front and pressed against his little penis. The blue top only just reached the shorts. Next he pulled his hair back in a ponytail and secured it with an elastic. He then slipped on the sandals (not sure about the flowers!!) and went down stairs.

His mother gave him a disapproving look.

'Do I have to dress you myself' she said. She came over to Ty and undid his shorts; pulling them down to his knees (Thank goodness thought Ty that Catherine was not here to see this – she was at a sleepover at her friend Joanna's place). Mrs Chislom then grabbed his little penis and put it between his legs. Then she pulled up the shorts. Ty was a bit surprised, but had to admit that this felt much more comfortable.

'As we are going to the hair dresser today you can leave your hair out' said Mrs Chislom.

She undid his ponytail and proceeded to brush out his hair. However unlike his usual style that was brushed to the side, she ensured it was parted down the middle and brushed behind his ears.

'Need to keep it out of you eyes' she added ' let me look – yes you look perfect..'

'Lets go'

As they drove to the hairdresser Mrs Chislom kept looking at Ty.

'Just push your hair back sweetheart – yes behind the ears. That's a good gi....boy'

Finally they arrived.

'You sit here Ty and I will check on our appointment' said Mrs Chislom.

Ty sat in the chair while his mother went to see the lady at the counter. This was different thought Ty. Usually it was down to the local barber. This was much fancier and smelt much nicer.

Mrs Chislom approached the counter. 'I am here for the hair appointment for my daughter Tiffany. She is sitting over there with the white shorts and pale blue top.

'Oh yes said the lady – I see her. What a pretty daughter you have.'

'Thank you' said Mrs Chislom.

'The stylist is ready – how does your daughter want her hair done'

'Oh my daughter is very shy - I will show the stylist what she needs and if the stylist has any questions I will answer them. My daughter gets very embarrassed if anyone talks to her'.

'Certainly Mrs Chislom – why don't you talk to the stylist she is the one over at the third chair.'

'Hello, I am Caroline Chislom. My daughter has an appointment with you at 9.00. She is the one sitting over there in the white shorts and blue top.

'Hi I am Kimberly. If you want we can get started straight away.'

'Before we do can I please show you what I was after. My daughter has neglected her hair for a while and I want to ensure she gets a good cut' responded Mrs Chislom.

'Certainly – what did you have in mind?'

'Well I have some magazines here. I was thinking something like this. Something that will hold its shape as it grows. Also anything you can do to encourage the hairs growth would be great'

'There is a new product on the market – we wash the hair then apply this to the wet hair. Takes about 45minutes to one hour to work. Causes the hair to expand in length and volume.'

'Sounds perfect.'

'It is an excellent product and will also give us more options in the cut'

'Just what I am after. Here is the picture………'

Mrs Chislom showed Kimberly a picture of a girl with similar brown hair.'

'Yes that would really suit her – will also look good pulled back or up, and you can either curl under or flip the ends.'

'That was my thought to' added Mrs Chislom.'

The two ladies chatted for another five minutes about the proposed hairstyle. Ty sat quietly watching his mother. What was she talking about? I t never usually took this long? And why were they looking in that magazine?

Mrs Chislom approached her son.

She looked at him firmly.

'Now I am going to get the lady to cut your hair differently and I want NO nonsense from you. Understand!'

'Yes mum' said Ty obediently

'Not a word.'

'Now they are going to start by washing your hair then they will put some vitamins on it. After that they will leave you for about 45 minutes. They will then rinse the hair ready for cutting. Any questions? Good – lets get started.'

Ty followed his mother over to the stylist.

'Hi I am Kimberly and I will be doing your hair. Your mother said you don't like to talk much so you just sit there and relax.'

Kimberley smiled at Ty. She was pretty and friendly which helped Ty feel a little better.

'Ok I am going to leave you now sweetheart' said Mrs Chislom, 'will see you in a couple of hours'.

'Ok' said Ty quietly

Kimberley washed and applied the 'vitamin' to Ty's hair. She then wrapped his hair in a towel and left the 'vitamins' to work.

'Here are some magazines to read while you wait.' She handed him copies of 'Dolly' and 'American Girl'. Not Ty's preferred reading but he looked through the magazine anyway. As he looked at the young girls in the magazine he thought of his dress up sessions with Catherine. They were fun. He liked the way she treated him as her 'little sister'. Even mum seemed nicer when he was dressed up. Girls sure can be funny he thought.

About an hour later Kimberly returned.

'Thought I would give you the full hour just to make sure' she said.

Ty smiled but said nothing. Kimberly rinsed his hair. It felt different. As she brushed it out he noticed it fell down past his shoulders.

Kimberly began to work steadily on his hair. She cut and clipped. Combed and crafted. As she progressed Ty noticed that, unlike previous haircuts, she was not taking much of the length. In fact, to Ty, his hair appeared to be slightly longer, but obeying his mother's instructions he said nothing. He just sat there while Kimberley did her work.

After about 30 minutes Kimberley stopped cutting. She stepped back and reviewed her handiwork. From Kimberly's perception the cut had gone well. Tiffany had done everything she asked. Next step was to blow dry and style. She picked up a large round brush and began to dry the hair.

Ty watched as she curled the individual sections around the brush and released them slowly as the hair dried. Kimberley smiled at Ty. He gave her a tentative smile back. As he watched the hair quickly transformed. By the time Kimberley had finished his hair was carefully crafted to framed his face. She had given him a part down the middle; bangs at the front and the hair had more fullness to it. She had also turned the ends under and more surprisingly it still reached to his shoulders.

Kimberly turned off the hair dryer and took one final look. Tiffany really was very pretty and the new hairstyle really suited her. She picked up the brush and made a few final touches. She reached behind Ty and stroked the hair back behind his ears.

'You can wear it either way'

She then bought it out again and carefully arranged to once more to frame Ty's face.

'Both work – you have such pretty features.'

Ty looked at the reflection. He could not believe how much like a girl he looked and this time without one of Catherine's dresses!!!

'Why don't you wait for your mother over there on the seats. You can take the magazines with you it you wish.

Mrs Chislom was running late. She had stopped off to get a present for Ty and it had taken longer than she anticipated. Also her follow-up lunch date with her friend Melanie Watson had been interesting – very interesting - and her mind was racing with possibilities as she entered the Salon.

She looked for Ty. He was sitting patiently in the reception area reading a magazine. As she entered he looked up and tentatively smiled at his mother. Mrs Chislom saw him and almost took a step backwards. Ty had always been somewhat effeminate but the new hairstyle had taken away all traces of the little boy that had entered the Salon.

Before her now was a very pretty 9 year old girl. Her dark hair perfectly framed her face giving an angelic like quality to his delicate features. Mrs Chislom smiled inwardly – this was one 'boy' who would learn to appreciate the feminine side of his nature and the natural superiority of women over men.

She greeted TY very warmly.

'Sweetheart, you hair looks great and oh so suits you. You do like it don't you? And I am sure Catherine will be impressed'

Ty looked at his mother not sure how to respond. His hair felt good; very good' but he was concerned that it looked too girly. While that was good for dress up time with sister, he was not sure how he felt about looking like this all the time.

'Well what do you think.' demanded his mother 'I have just spent all this money getting you to look more presentable and you say nothing.' she said somewhat directly.

'Thanks mum. It looks great but isn't it a little…………….well I mean……………….'

'Please Ty if you have something to say. Say it. If you do not like it I supposed we could spend more time and money to get it done again.'

Ty said nothing. His mother looked at him.

'No said Ty I like it ….it is just that………………'

'Good. Glad you like it.' said Mrs Chislom deliberately pushing any further discussion aside. 'Now Ty because you have been so good at home. Getting on with your sister and stopping your silly boy behavior I have got you a present'

Ty's eyes lit up he liked presents. Mrs Chislom handed him a small box.

Not a very big action figure thought Ty. Maybe it's some form of new electronic game. He politely took the box and opened it. Inside was a silver chain with a heart shaped locket at the end. Ty picked it up. Not what he expected………….

'Turn it over and read the back sweetheart' said Ty's mother.

Ty obeyed. On the back was an inscription.

'To someone special, love mum'

'Well. You do like it don't you?' Again this was more statement than question.

Ty looked at his mother; saw her face and quickly replied.

'I love it mummy; thank you for getting it'

'Come on sweetheart lets put it on and head home. I have some other things for you in the car.'

Ty gave the locket to his mother. She undid the clasp and draped it around his neck.

''Please hold you hair up for me so I can fasten the clasp'

Ty did as his mother directed and again Mrs Chislom thought to herself what a good little girl her son was. So feminine in his gestures lifting the hair in a bunch to one side and tilting his head. Mrs Chislom clasped the locket and Ty let his hair fall back down over his shoulders. His mother then turned him around and arranged his hair back behind his ears.

'This will keep it out of your eyes – just until we get home'

More 'Sister' Fun

Catherine was upset. Catherine was impatient. Where were Mum and Ty? They had left hours ago. She always knew Ty would have to get his hair cut eventually but couldn't her mother have at least waited until the end of the summer holidays. Dressing up her little brother would not be half the fun without the opportunity to do Ty's hair in so may girly ways. Maybe she could get a wig? Or a couple? Yes – what a good idea. She would have to talk to mum.

As Catherine thought through the possibilities of her little brother in wigs she heard the sound of her mother's car on the driveway. Well at least they were back. The kitchen door opened and she could hear her mother's voice.

'Don't forget all the packages – I did not spend good money for you to leave them in the car'

'Hi sweetie' said Mrs Chislom to her daughter as she entered the room.

'Oh hi mum – did Ty get his haircut?" she asked hopeful of a negative answer.

'Yes – I got his hair done in a style more…………appropriate' said Mrs Chislom with a slight smile.

Catherine looked at her mother somewhat confused by the response. Her mother looked back and smiled knowingly to her daughter.

'I think you will like the results' she added 'Oh Ty darling come in her and show your sister your new hair do'

'Hair do?'

Catherine sat very still, waiting for Ty to emerge from the kitchen. She did not have to wait long.

Ty came through the door; his new locks carefully brushed behind his ears. Catherine gasped and looked at her mother.

'Mum it looks wonderful' she exclaimed

Ty's hair was curled under at his shoulders; parted in the middle with bangs brushing his forehead. He looked very cute in short cut blue top and white shorts with the flower print sandals. And was that a locket around his neck? Even without a dress on he looked like a very pretty girl.

Catherine could not take her eyes off him. She looked at her mother whose face betrayed nothing but said everything.

'Ty you look great I love your hair it is so……..you.' she said warmly to her 'brother'. Her mind raced

'Is that a locket – come on show me.'

Ty went to his sister and bent over to show her his mothers' present. As he did some hair slid from behind his ear and he dutifully brushed it back into place.

He looked like such a girl – what has mum done. His hair is longer and more feminine than when he left. This is definitely cause for a celebratory dress up! She thought to herself.

'Come on Ty, time to play .'

'Yes darling go play with your sister while I get lunch – remember do as your sister tells you.'

Ty dutifully followed his sister up stairs. Mrs Chislom smiled to herself and could hardly wait to see the results of Catherine and Ty's 'play'. She had no doubts Catherine would make the best of the opportunity she had presented her.

'Oh little sister do I have a treat for you. I have been thinking about this for a long time and now seems just right. Oh I love your new hair!!!!'

Catherine went to her wardrobe and pulled our two cheerleading uniforms. They were red and blue with white trim,

She also went to her draws and got out two body suits and two white skivvies. Finally she retrieved two pairs of cheering pantyhose.

Ty looked at the clothes before him and began to tingle. He had always admired his sister in her cheerleading uniform and here was his chance to do the same. Even so part of him resisted. He felt again being forced into the 'little sister' role and as much as he enjoyed the clothes and the attention he wondered just how much further this could go, To date it had just been the occasional dress up with Catherine, but today his mother had taken a more active hand. Ty was many things but he was not stupid. He knew the hairstyle (it was certainly not a hair cut) made him look more like a girl; and part of him liked that. But what about the boy. He was still a boy and wanted to remain one. Pretend was one thing but reality was another. With this new hairstyle he felt his reality was now changing; changing in ways he could not control; changing in ways he was not sure he wanted.

But Catherine thought nothing of Ty's dilemma. She had her doll; her pretty girly doll, and now was time to play dress up.

'Come on dopey….wakey wakey. Get your clothes on – body suit first, stockings, skivvy, then cheerleader dress and top . And be quick about it.'

Ty did as his sister commanded. He dress quickly and was finished even before Catherine had managed to change into her outfit. As the clothes came on he felt the boy slip away. By the time he had finished putting on the uniform he was all girl.

'Ok little sister you know the drill – to the vanity.'

Ty sat obediently at the vanity. Catherine began work immediately on Ty's hair, as she did she was intrigued by how much thicker and softer it felt. Also there was at least 1 to 2 inches more length and it was styled for girly fun. As befitting a young cheerleader Catherine drew all the hair high to the back of the head near the crown, where she bound it with an elastic . She then brushed out the hair and curled it under into bunch, which she secured with hairpins and a white ribbon (very cute). Then she tamed the stray hairs with various slides of red, blue and white. She brushed out the fringe and sprayed silver sparkle through the hair. Next she applied a little makeup and sparkle to the eyes and some red lipstick – pucker up little sis!

She stepped back and admired her handy work. Ty looked adorable! Catherine then arranged her hair in a similar fashion. And when she finished turned to Ty.

'Ok Tiffany, you have seen me do some on the moves, so get out here next to me – time to join the squad!' Ty obeyed.

'Just follow what I do and please try to keep up.'

Catherine moved left, then right; hands up; spread hands; right knee up; left knee up…….. and on it went. Ty obeyed without question. Truth be known once transformed he became so lost in the girl that he was happy to do whatever his sister wanted. The outfit felt good and more than ever he felt the heat stirring in his panties – pushing against the fabric. The more he moved the better it felt. He really want to reach down and play with himself but he did not think Catherine would like that. So he stayed focusing on the feeling and listening to Catherine's commands.

Ty had picked up the routine very quickly; a real natural and that surprised Catherine. Who would have thought her dorky little brother would make such a good cheerleader and have such natural rhythm. He still had that stupid dreamy look on his face but he was doing what she asked and doing it very well.

Catherine introduced the music. Ty quickly picked up the beat and Catherine started to challenge him more

'Step forward; step back; ok high kick……………..very good sis; now once more'

Next she introduced pom poms and the two 'sister's were soon getting into full swing.

Mrs Chislom heard the music start up. More ballet she thought? May be Ty was in Catherine's dance outfit? Well whatever she was sure 'Tiffany' would be just the perfect little daughter.

After about an hour Catherine called a halt.

Once Catherine saw Ty with his new hairstyle she knew her mother liked having Tiffany around as much as she did, so it was only fair her mother should get to see all Tiffany, her 'other daughter', could be.

'Ok little sister I think we are ready to show mum our moves – what do you think?' . What could he think? What did it matter? His mother had already seen him dressed up so the two 'girls' picked up their pom poms and went down stairs.

'Hey mum do you want to see what Tiffany and I have to show you' yelled Catherine. 'Come into the family room.'

When Mrs Chislom entered the family room the two 'girls' were standing side by side, pom poms in each hand, and hands on hips, legs apart. Except for the hair color and slight difference in height they looked identical.

'Oh girls you look great. What have you got to show me'

Catherine went over to the DVD. The music blared. She returned to Tiffany.

'One, two, one two three…..'

The 'girls' began their routine. They jumped and kicked and danced in almost perfect harmony. Mrs Chislom was very impressed with how quickly Tiffany had picked up the steps and she parked this thought for later reference.

As the girls progressed through their routine a camera flashed. Tiffany was startled and missed a step.

'Don't stop darling I just wanted to get few pictures … that's all'

One of Mrs Chislom's purchases that day had been a digital camera for the very purpose of capturing the progress of her new daughter. Tiffany's cheerleader had exceeded her expectations. She snapped away happily and even managed 60 seconds of film.

Tiffany however was less pleased with 'her' activities being captured on film. Digital or otherwise. This was all getting out of control. 'She' finished the routine to applause from mum and shrieks from Catherine.

'That was great girls' said mum.

'Er mum'

'Yes Tiffany'

'Why are you taking pictures?'

'Memories Tiffany. Memories of my two pretty daughters together. 'She looked at Ty. He was turning pale. Time to reassure.

'Oh don't be worried silly. No one will see these but Catherine and I.' Well no one you will know about she thought to herself.

She smiled at Ty.

'Don't be such a silly girl'. She came over and gave him a big hug.

Right on cue Catherine added 'Yes Tif, this is just between you, mum and me; no one else will know.' Well except Joanne and Sarah when I tell them the news on the phone tonight thought Catherine.

'Ok as long as it is just us'

'Of course' said Mrs Chislom and Catherine together. 'Just us.'

After lunch the 'girls' stayed in their cheerleader outfits and played together till around 6.00.

'Showers' yelled Mrs Chislom. The two children dutifully went up to have showers. Ty somewhat reluctantly shed his girl clothes, unpinned his hair and prepared to get into the shower.

'Put a shower cap on Ty – I do not want you getting your hair wet; and please brush it before you put the cap on…. I paid a lot for that hair and……..' her voice trailed in the distance.

Ty looked into the bathroom mirror. The pretty girl stared back. He brushed his hair as he had seen Catherine do many times before. Leaning forward he brushed it up and over his head. Then with a flick of the head it fell back onto his shoulders. He then lean to each side and brushed the hair till it shone. It felt good. He did like his long hair and he had to agree that he did look pretty. He then wound the hair up in a bunch at the back. Secure it with a hair claw and cover it with a shower cap..

As the warm water flowed over his young body he reflected on the events of the day. Part of it excited him and he felt the stirrings. Unfettered by clothes and company he let is hands wander. Gently stroking himself, he soon came in little gasps. His first (all be it premature) orgasm. It felt good. The clothes had made him feel good. Was there something wrong with him? He sighed and continued to let the water run over him.

'Hurry up Ty and get out of the shower. I have something to show you. I will be in your bedroom' called his mother.

Ty left the shower, dried himself and wet to his bedroom. His mother was there and on the bed was a package.

'It is for you Ty – open it'

Two presents in one day this was very unusual.

 

Ty opened the package. Inside was a baby doll nighty. The top was a soft, silky fabric, sleeveless, light blue and patterned with tiny white flowers. The panties were French cut, also light blue with the same pattern.

'Well do you like them?' – another statement

'Come on try them on' insisted his mother

 

Ty did as he was told. The fabric fell gentle against his skin and despite his episode in the shower he felt his tingle return.

'Give me a look sweetheart. Oh you look adorable. Come into the bathroom and I will fix your hair'

Ty followed his mother into the bathroom where she brushed his hair back and tied it off near the top of his head. She then secured it with a pale blue ribbon and brushed it out , curling the hair under like the salon.

'There all done. Lets join your sister down stairs for a movie. I also got her a new baby doll.'

Catherine was not really surprised when Ty turned up in his own baby doll. She greeted him warmly and within half an hour all three 'girls' were sitting around enjoying the 'Hot Chick'. Catherine noted how the little brother in that movie also liked to dress in his sister's clothes.

During the movie Catherine took the opportunity to braid Ty's hair. Ty returned the favor and also got to braid his mothers.

Mrs Chislom took more 'memories' and by 10.30pm it was time for bed.

'Did you have a good day sweetheart' said Mrs Chislom to her girly son. You really are mummies precious darling.'

Ty smiled at his mother and gave her a big hug. Mrs Chislom held Ty close. Brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed him good night.

Half an hour later she took more photos of her peacefully sleeping 'daughter'.

  

  

  

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