Sister, Sister, Sister

by Missy Crystal

  

My sister Beth is twelve and my sister Susie is seven. I'm nine. Our dad walked out when Susie was born. He told our mom that he didn't want the responsibility of having a family anymore. We haven't seen him since. Mom is a nurse. She works an extra shift on Saturday. We used to stay with one of our neighbors, but when Beth turned 12 mom said that she was old enough to watch us while she was at work.

One rainy Saturday, I was in my room playing video games. I got bored and turned on the T.V. but there was nothing I wanted to watch. Beth and Susie shared a room. As I was walking by, I heard them talking and went in to see what was going on. They were both sitting on the floor playing with Barbie dolls.

Susie looked up and said, "Hi, Johnny. Barbie is having a wedding. Isn't she pretty?" She held up a Barbie in a white dress and then pointed to a Ken doll that was wearing a grey jacket and pants.

"Cool!" I said. "Can I play too?"

Susie looked surprised. "You're silly," she said. "Boys don't play with Barbies!" "Well, Ken's a boy," I replied logically. "I could be Ken." "No!" Susie said. "Ken doesn't do anything. We're getting Barbie and her bridesmaids all dressed up in pretty outfits."

Well, the best way to make me want to do something is to tell me I can't do it. "That's not fair," I said, looking at Beth. " Mom wants us to play together and you're not letting me! If you don't let me play, I'll tell on you."

Susie immediately pleaded with Beth. "No, Beth. No. Don't let him. He's a boy. He'll spoil the game."

Beth didn't say anything. She was very proud of being left in charge and I was sure she wouldn't want me to give Mom a bad report. Susie kept on, "Tell him Beth. Tell him to go away. He can't play with us."

Beth just sat there thinking for a while. Then she got a smile on her face. She looked at me and said, "Okay, Johnny, but you have to be a girl to play Barbies with us."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, Susie is right. Having a boy play Barbies with us would spoil the mood." You have to let us dress you up as a girl. Then it will be like having a third sister and we can all play together."

"Oh, no. I know what you're up to. You don't really mean it. You're just trying to get me to give up and go away," I said. "Well, it won't work. I'm telling Mom."

"Go ahead," she said. Susie and I will tell her that we did offer to let you play with us and you didn't want to. I'm sure she'll believe us."

"Maybe, I said, "but not when I tell her that you wanted to dress me up as a girl."

"Maybe, she said, but I think Mom will understand. She's was a girl too you know and I'll bet you she wouldn't have wanted to play Barbies with a boy either. So what's it going to be, Jenny." She and Susie both giggled.

"Jenny? Whose Jenny? I asked.

"You silly," said Beth, if you want to play with us."

"No way," I said. "You're bluffing. You don't really want me to tell Mom, do you?"

"Suit yourself," Beth replied. Then she turned to Susie. "Now where were we? Oh, I think we were getting Skipper dressed up to be the flower girl. We used to have a little basket with flowers in it. Where is it? Here it is. Which shoes should she wear? It's summer so the white sandals would be good. Are there any stockings for her. She's young, so maybe she should just wear white ankle sox? I think there are some pretty ones with lace around the top. What do you think?"

I didn't want Beth to win. Anyway, I was bored and it looked like they were having fun, even if it was playing with Barbies. What the heck, I thought. Girl's clothes can't be that bad.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay, what? asked Beth.

"Okay, you can dress me up."

"You're serious? You'll let us dress you up as a girl?"

"You're the one who said I had to be 'Jenny' to play."

Beth looked at Susie. Susie looked at Beth. They both started to laugh.

"Susie, you come with me to find something for Jenny to wear. Johnny, I mean Jenny, don't you look until we're ready."

They got up and went over to Beth's bureau. I heard drawers opening and closing and the girls whispering to each other and giggling. Beth was three years older than me, but we looked a lot alike. In fact sometimes people asked Mom if we were twins. That really annoyed Beth. Finally the came back.

"Here," Beth said. "Go in the bathroom, take off your clothes and put these on. Then come back and we'll finish getting you dressed. Hurry, if you want to have time to play before Mom gets home."

She handed me something pink and shiny. I look at them. It was a pair of her underpants and an undershirt. The nylon felt smooth and silky. I held them up and saw there was white lace around the waist and legs of the underpants and around the straps of the undershirt with a bow at the front of the waistband and the neck.

"Hold on! I'm not wearing these, I protested."

"Girls wear panties and camisoles under their dresses," Beth said matter of factly. You agreed to let us dress you up and that is what you have to wear. Now, are you going to put them on or not?"

"Whatever," I said. I was sure she figured that I would refuse to wear panties and a camisole and I was determined not to let her win. I took them and headed for the bathroom. Beth and Susie were giggling as I left.

When I got in the bathroom, I took off my t-shirt and jeans. I held up the pink nylon panties. I had seen Beth's panties before. Once in a while I would find a pair in my underwear drawer by mistake. Usually they were plain white cotton like mine, but these were silky and very feminine. I took off my briefs and stepped into the panties. As I pulled them up I could feel the silky nylon against my legs and then sliding up over my hips and butt. To my surprise, it felt really good. I noticed that there was a bulge in front over my wiener, so I reached in and tucked it between my legs. Then I slipped the camisole over my head. I turned around to look in the mirror. Wow, I thought. Girl's really have great underwear.

As I turned around to admire myself, I heard Beth's voice: "Are you coming out? We haven't got all day. We want to get back to playing Barbies.:

"Yeah," added Susie. "Come on out. I want to see my sister 'Jenny'." Then she and Beth started giggling.

"Okay," I said. "I'm coming out. But no laughing. That's not fair. This is your idea and you can't make fun of me.

The giggling stopped. "You're right," Beth said. "Just come on out so we can finish dressing you up."

I opened the bathroom door. Beth and Susie were in the hallway. As I stepped out wearing the panties and camisole, they both had a surprised look on their faces.

"I didn't think you would go through with it," Beth said, "and I thought you would look silly if you did, she added; but you look really nice. Come on, lets get the rest of your outfit."

"Thank you, I think. Okay, what's next?"

We went back into Beth and Susie's room. "Sit down on the edge of the bed, so we can put on your tights, Jenny."

Calling me Jenny took me by surprise, but then I guess I didn't look much like Johnny in pink panties and a camisole. Actually, I liked wearing them and was wanted to put on the tights, but I thought I should protest, so they wouldn't know that I enjoyed being dressed up.

"Aw, come on Sis," I said. "Do I have to wear tights? We're just going to play Barbies. You and Susie aren't all dressed up to play."

"Well, first you agreed to let us dress you up and its up to us to decide what you wear. Second, Susie and I are girls, so we don't have to wear girl's clothes, but you're not a girl, so you do. Now any more complaints and you can go change into your own clothes."

The first argument made sense. I wasn't so sure about the second, but it didn't matter. I really wanted to get dressed up anyway. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Good," Beth said. She took a pair of pink nylon tights and began to roll up one leg. "Hold up your left leg and point your foot towards me."

She took the rolled up foot of the tights and stretched it over my foot. Then she unrolled the leg over my calf. She did the same with the other leg.

"Okay, now stand up and turn around."

She carefully worked the tights up over my calves until the crotch of the panty was just below my butt. Then she took the waistband and slid it up over the panties. She reached back down and began to smooth the legs upwards until they felt tight. I guess that's why the call them 'tights.' Then she tugged on the waistband a few times to get the panty snug against my crotch and butt. When she was satisfied that they were properly fitted, she stepped back.

Beth looked at Susie. "Very nice. I think they were made for him, I mean her." She and Susie started giggling again.

I was going to say something, but then the tights felt so wonderful clinging to my legs and hugging my hips and butt, that decided not to protest.

Beth and Susie turned around and went into the closet. When they weren't looking, I ran my hands over my hips and down my legs. I couldn't believe how smooth and silky the tights felt. I never imagined that girl's clothes could be so wonderful.

They disappeared into the closet for a few minutes and I could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out what they were talking about. Every once in a while there would be little giggle. Then they came out carrying a pink and white dress. I recognized it as Beth's old party dress. It was white lace layered over a pink taffeta dress with a ruffled neck, three quarter sleeves with matching ruffles on the cuffs, a wide pink sash that tied in the back and a full skirt with built in petticoats. I remember Beth complaining that it made her look like a little girl and finally Mom bought her a more grown-up dress.

"Alright now, Jenny," Beth said. "Put your arms up."

There wasn't anything I wanted more than to put on that dress, but I was afraid if I didn't make a fuss they would know that I really enjoyed being dressed up in girl's clothes.

"Beth, you're kidding. I mean, that's a party dress. We're not having a party. Panties, a camisole and tights are one thing, but that dress is too much."

"I told you before, its up to Susie and I do decide what you wear."Then she added with a little laugh, "After all, you do want to look nice for Barbie's wedding don't you?"

I decided that I had protested enough. I just shrugged my shoulders and put my arms up. Beth reached up and slipped the dress over my head. Then she told me to reach forward and she slipped the arms on me. The dress had little heart shaped buttons in the back which she did up. Then she adjusted the skirt and fluffed out the petticoats.

If the panties, camisole and tights felt good, the dress was delicious. That is the only way I can describe the feeling. It swished and swirled as a moved. The lacy petticoats rubbed against my smooth tights as I walked. I was in heaven.

"Turn around. Let me see. Oh my God," exclaimed Beth. "I can't believe it. The dress looks better on Jenny than it did on me! Walk to the closet for me. Wait, you need shoes. Where are the party shoes I wore with it? Here they are. Give me your right foot."

Beth took a pair of pink patent leather shoes off the shelf in the closet. They had a round toe, a chunky one inch heel and an ankle strap with a gold buckle.

"Now walk for me. Stop. Spin around. Wow. I can't get over it. You're gorgeous, Jenny."

I started to blush. "Stop it Beth. You're embarrassing me. I'm not Jenny, I'm Johnny and I'm a boy, remember."

"Well you sure could have fooled me in that outfit. But we're not quite finished. We still need to do your hair and makeup."

My heart began to race. Hair and makeup too! I never even thought about wearing girl's clothes and now my sisters were dressing me up and transforming me into Jenny.

I thought I still need to be careful about letting on that I liked being dressed up, so I said: "C'mon Beth. Enough's enough. You said I had to let you dress me up as a girl to play Barbies with you and Susie and I'm dressed up as a girl. Lets go play."

"Yes, I know. But please let me finish getting you dressed. I really want to do your hair and makeup. Please. It will really be fun and then we can play. I promise."

"Okay." I pretended to give in. You can do it, but if I do you owe me. More than playing Barbies with you and Susie.

"Fair enough. I'll make it up to you. Now come over and sit at my makeup table."

Beth was only twelve and she didn't have a real make-up table. Mom let her put on some lipstick and blush when she got dressed up. She might have had some eye stuff too. I walked over to the bench and started to sit down.

"Wait," yelled Beth.

"What's the matter, I asked.?"

"You can't sit down like a boy when you're wearing a dress. You have to put your hands behind you and smooth the skirt so it doesn't get wrinkled. And when you sit down you have to cross your legs or your ankles, so that people can't see your panties."

"Oh," I said. I don't have much experience wearing dresses."

Beth and Susie laughed. Then Beth began to brush my hair. I wore it long and shaggy. She tried brushing it different ways. I was sitting with my back to the mirror and she was standing behind me. I felt her put her hand over my forehead and then I felt something cold. I though it was a comb and then I heard a snip.

"Beth," What are you doing? I said you could dress me up. Not cut my hair."

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she said. "I just evened up your bangs. Now you look cute."

"What? I don't want to look cute. I want to look like me."

"Okay, that's the best I can do anyway. Lets put on some makeup. I'll start with lipstick. It's a pretty pink that I always wear with that dress. Keep you mouth shut now or you'll have lipstick on you teeth."

I heard Susie giggling as Beth carefully began to fill in my lips. I could feel the tube moving slowly over my upper lip, following the curves and leaving a coating of smooth, creamy lipstick. Finally, she finished my lower lip.

"Squeeze your lips together to get the lipstick even. Then put this tissue between your lips and put them together."

I did as she directed and when I took the tissue away, I saw a pink outline of my lips. Then I felt a soft brush on my cheeks.

"I'm putting on little blush to give you color and make your cheekbones look higher. Good, now hold still while I brush on some mascara. It will make you eyelashes look longer and darker. I need to do the lower lashes too. There, all done. Ooops, no. Wait a second.

I heard her open one of the drawers of the make-up table and she was holding a gold chain necklace with a heart locket that she fasted around my neck. Next she fastened a gold chain bracelet with a matching small heart charm was fasted on my right wrist.

"There, Jenny. You're all done. Turn around and take a look."

I stood up and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a really pretty girl staring back at me. The bangs accented her face and the light make-up made her look feminine, but still girlish. I stood back and admired the pretty lace bodice of the dress accented with the heart locket necklace.

"Amazing, Beth. If I wasn't seeing it myself, I would never have believed it. I thought you were just going put a dress on me and have me pretend to be a girl. Not really turn me into a one."

"Well," she smiled. "I didn't think it you would make such a pretty girl either, Jenny."

Then Susie spoke up. "Come on you two. We're wasting time. Lets finish Barbie's wedding."

"Oh my," said Beth. I got so involved in dressing Jenny up I forgot completely why we were doing it. Yes, of course Susie. You've been very patient. I've had my fun and it seems Jenny's had hers. Now its your turn."

This time all three of us giggled. Susie and Beth sat back down with the Barbies, but I couldn't manage the dress with the big petticoat.

Beth saw me struggling and said, "Oh, I forgot Jenny. You need a lesson in how to manage that dress. I took me a while. Smooth the front under you knees and kneel on it and then smooth the back under your behind and sit back on our heels. Otherwise the skirt will flip up in back and show your panties."

We played Barbies for a while and finally she and Ken went on their honeymoon. Beth directed us to clean up, because Mom got mad if we left our toys out after we finished playing. I helped them put the Barbies back on the book shelf and the clothes in the plastic baggies they were kept in.

"Now what? asked Susie. Do you want to read me a story Jenny?

It took me a second to realize that Susie was talking to me like I really was her sister.

Then Beth said, "I have an idea. Lets do makeovers."

"Oh yes! Lets do makeovers," Susie repeated, clapping her hands.

"Ummmm, what are makeovers? I asked.

"We do our hair and our nails and our makeup, its lots of fun. We try different hair dos and looks," Beth answered.

"I already had my hair and makeup done, thank you. I don't think I need any more."

The girls laughed.

"No, you don't, replied Beth. But its not fair that you got to have a makeover and we didn't. It will be fun, Jenny. You'll see. Besides, your nails are a mess. You could use a good manicure and we're just the girls to do it."

"That's not fair, Susie complained. Jenny's already had her turn. Its my turn now."

"Okay, then Susie. Sit down on the makeup table bench and we'll get started. Jenny, you take one of the emery boards and shape Susie's nails on her left hand so that they are nice and round and even. I'll do her right hand."

I had watched Mom filing her nails while she talked on the telephone or watched T.V. and now I was getting to try it. I held Susie's hand with my left hand a used the fine side of the emery board on her nails. When we finished Beth applied a coat of pink nail polish on each nail. Then she handed me the bottle. I very carefully used the brush the way I Beth did and after a couple of messy attempts that were cleaned up with nail polish remover I was able to apply a smooth thick coat.

"Wow,"said Beth. "You're a natural. Are you sure you haven't been secretly using my nail polish? She added, I did my nails yesterday, so its Jenny's turn."

I sat down on the bench while Susie and Jenny filed my nails and applied a coat of the pink polish. I followed Susie's example and wiggled my fingers in the air, blowing on them to dry the polish.

"Will you do my hair now Beth?" asked Susie.

"Sure, honey. How about a French braid?"

"Oh yes, please. That will be so pretty."

I stood next to Beth as she showed me how to use the pointed end of the comb to separate Susie's hair into sections and then began to weave the sections together to make a braid. I was trying to learn the pattern, when I heard Mom's voice. We had lost track of the time and she was home.

"Hello, girls," she said. " Beth, honey, who'se your friend and why is she wearing your party dress?"

 

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