Sister, Sister, Sister

by Missy Crystal

  

After I hung up from Mom, I started thinking. She was convinced that Mrs. Johnson didn't know that Jenny was a boy, but I wasn't so sure. There wasn't a lot of time for her to check me out when she saw me in the park. Did she really want to meet Jenny again like she said or did she really want another look at me to be sure it was Johnny in a dress? I didn't see any reason to take a chance. On the other hand, I liked going out as Jenny. I decided to wait and talk to Beth when she got home. She was really good at figuring things out.

I wasn't sure when she'd get home from cheerleading practice, so I went down to the kitchen and started doing my homework. I tried folding my left leg under me and sitting the way Beth did. I managed it for a few minutes, but it was uncomfortable. There are some things that girls do that I guess I will never be able to do I thought. I had just finished my math and was reading my English book when I heard the door open and Beth came in.

"Hi Sis," Beth said and then did a double take. "Wow! Stand up and turn around." She paused as I modeled for her. "You look really cute."

"Thanks," I replied. "I had a very good teacher." I smiled at her and tried to curtsey. I put my hands on the side of my skirt and started to bend down. It was more like a bow and Beth giggled.

"Well, there are still a few things I can show you." She flared out her short cheerleader's skirt and slid her right leg back while bending her left knee. "See, you drop down and keep you upper body straight. Girls don't bend over in skirts. Want to try it again?"

I followed Beth's example, although I was a little unsteady.

"Much better," she said approvingly. A little more practice and you'll be a perfect lady."

"Thank you your highness," I kidded her as I tried again. As I straightened up, I told her, "Seriously though, I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Okay, little sister, what's up," she said curiously.

"Well, Mom called. She said she was going to work another shift. Actually, she made me feel really good, because she said that she would have come home to make sure Johnny didn't get into any trouble, but she trusted Jenny and ..."

"Well, Mom's right about that," Beth interrupted. "Seeing you dressed up by yourself when I came in was surprising, but seeing you doing your homework by yourself was shocking."

"Thanks for agreeing with Mom," I said with mock anger, because I realized now that I really was a pain as a boy, "but, getting back to what I was saying, Mom will be working late, so she wanted me and you to go get Susie at Mrs. Johnson's. That's the problem. Mom talked to her and thinks that Mrs. Johnson doesn't know who I really am, but I don't think it's worth taking the chance."

"I need to change out of my cheerleader outfit. Come upstairs with me and we can talk about it."

I followed Beth up the stairs to her room. I had never really looked at her cheerleader outfit before. She had on a maroon sleeveless jumper with a short pleated skirt with white between the pleats, a white long sleeved turtleneck, tan tights with white sneaker socks over them and sneakers. I was behind her on the stairs, so I could see maroon panties under her short skirt.

As soon as we got in her room, Beth stopped and said, "Unzip me please."

I hesitated. "Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Well, lets see. I dress you up, right?"

"Right," I replied.

"And we wear our panties and bras when we get washed up, right?"

"Right," I repeated.

"And we're sisters, aren't we?"

"Yes," I agreed.

"Then what's the problem?"

"No problem," I said. "It's just that, well, it seemed like helping you to get undressed is, well, just different than your dressing me or my seeing you undressed. I don't know. It's just, well, I love being your sister and I wouldn't want to do anything to mess it up."

Beth turned around and put her arms around me. "Nothing is going to mess things up between me and my sister Jenny. Ever!" She emphasized her assurance by hugging me. "If I ask you to do something, it's because I want you to do it. And right now I want you to unzip me." She let me go and turned around.

I reached up and pulled the zipper down. Beth bent forward and wiggled her shoulders. The jumper slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it. Next off were her sneakers and socks. After that, she crossed her arms, took hold of the bottom of her turtleneck and pulled it over her head. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and started to take them off.

"Beth!" I exclaimed

She stopped. "What?" she said startled. Then she realized. "Oh," and she giggled. "These are cheerleader's panties. They're like bloomers." She saw I had a puzzled look. "Bloomers were baggy underpants girls wore in the olden days for modesty. I have on tights and my regular panties underneath." She continued to take them off, then her tights. When she finished, she was in a white sports bra and white cotton panties.

"Now then, lets talk about you," she said as she opened the closet door and took out a pair of jeans. "If you're worried about Mrs. Johnson recognizing you, why not just stay home?"

"That's what I thought too, but I like going out as Jenny. Mom said that Mrs. Johnson was really nice and even if she did know I was a boy she wouldn't say anything. If she did, Mom would just tell her I was being punished. Then again, she might have believed that story when she saw me the first time, but she'd have to wonder why I was still dressed up as a girl today. What would Mom say to that? Johnny liked wearing his sister's clothes so much that he just wanted to keep being a girl?"

Beth stepped into her jeans, pulled them up, buttoned the waist and zipped up the fly. She opened her bureau, took out a red long sleeved top, slipped it over her head and tucked it in. She put her hands up and fluffed her hair. Then she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She went back to her bureau and got out a pair of white sox. She turned to me.

"Yes, if you want my opinion, that's just what Mom should say. I think that you have to be who you are. If you're Jenny, then you're a girl and people will have to deal with you as a girl. If they have a problem, it's their problem, not yours."

I thought about what Beth had said for a while. I am Jenny. Why should I worry about Mrs. Johnson? Beth was balancing on one foot putting on her sock. I ran over and threw my arms around her. She lost her balance and we toppled over onto the bed.

"I love you, Sis," I said emotionally. "I can't imagine having a more wonderful sister. I hope Jenny grows up just like you."

Beth was rarely at a loss for words, but my show of affection took her by surprise. Either that, or I knocked the wind out of her. Either way, after we got untangled, she bent over and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you too, Sis," she said, "but I don't want you to grow up like me. You're a very special girl. You should grow up like you. Now, if you will be a little less appreciative," she said with a grin, "I will finish getting dressed and we can go get Susie."

Beth went over to her make-up table and looked in the mirror. She touched up her lipstick.

"Come here, Sis," she said, waiving her hand holding the lipstick.

She looked me over from side to side, then she applied lipstick to my lips.

"Pucker and blot," she instructed me. I put my lips together to spread the lipstick evenly and then used a tissue. Beth looked approvingly. She took a brush and began to fuss with my hair. When she was satisfied, she walked over to the closet and took out a pocket book.

"Here," she said, handing the pocket book to me. "Lets get going."

I took the pocket book and followed her downstairs to the front door. Beth opened it and we stepped out. Beth took my arm. It was still light out as we headed down the sidewalk. Mrs. Johnson lived two blocks away. We walked slowly. If Beth had any concerns about being seen with me, she didn't show them. I was very happy and gave her arm a little tug. She looked at me and gave me a tug back. We just kept walking arm in arm. Two sisters out for a stroll.

About half way to Mrs. Johnson's, a car went by and slowed down. Then it pulled over and stopped. Two boys got out.

"Hey Beth," one of them said.

"Hi Billy, hi Carl," she said back.

"Where you going?" the other boy asked, "and who's your friend?" he asked giving me a long look.

Beth noticed the way he was looking at me. "Not that its any of your business," she said coldly, "but we're on our way to get my little sister Susie. And this is my cousin Jenny. She's staying with my family for a while"

"Hi Jenny," both boys said together.

"Hi," I replied.

The driver of the car honked to get the boy's attention.

"Gotta go," one of the boys said. Then he turned to Beth. "Are you going to the school dance Friday night?" he asked.

"I'm not sure yet," Beth told him. "It depends. We might be doing a family thing with my cousin. I have to check with my mother."

"Well," the boy said, "bring her along. We'll show her a real good time." He winked at us and then got back in the car and closed the door. The other boy got in and the car drove off.

"I'm sorry, Jenny," Beth apologized. "Those boys are really fresh."

"No problem, Sis. In fact, it was fun. They certainly thought I was a girl."

"True," Beth agreed. "A really cute one from the way Billy was eyeing you."

"Sis, please, you're making me blush."

Beth took my arm. "Actually," she said as we started walking again, "would you like to go to the dance with me on Friday?"

"I don't think so," I told her. "Hanging out with your girlfriends was one thing, but I'm not ready for a crowd and especially not boys, if those two were any example."

"Unfortunately, they are," Beth said with a sigh. "You're probably right. I keep forgetting that you're my little sister."

 

We reached Mrs. Johnson's house. Beth looked at me. "Ready?" she asked.

I adjusted my skirt and fluffed my hair. "Do I look okay," I asked Beth.

"You look fine, Jenny."

"Then I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I told her.

Beth reached over and rang the bell. After about a minute, I heard footsteps and the door opened. Mrs. Johnson was standing in the doorway.

"Beth. And Jenny. How nice. Do come in, won't you?" She stepped back to let us in and then closed the door behind us.

She turned to look at me. "Jenny, I'm very happy to see you again." She took my hand. "Beth, why don't you go upstairs and get Susie ready. I want to talk with Jenny a bit."

Beth looked at me. I nodded for her to go ahead. She went up the stairs leaving me alone with Mrs. Johnson. She continued to hold my hand. I wasn't sure if she was just being friendly or she wanted to make sure I didn't get away.

"Lets sit in the living room, Jenny." She gently led me by the hand to a chair. I reached behind me, smoothed my skirt and sat down. I crossed my legs at the ankle and put my purse in my lap with my hands on it. Mrs. Johnson sat in a chair a few feet across from me. She was wearing a beige blouse, open at the collar, and a brown skirt that went to below her knees. I could see she was wearing stockings and she had brown slip on shoes with low heels. She was not wearing any makeup. Her dark hair was short and curly.

"Well," she said after we got settled, "how are things going so far?"

I couldn't tell from her question whether she was just making conversation or she was asking me whether I liked being a girl. I decided to be honest. "I'm very happy."

"Yes, I can see that," she replied pleasantly. "Everything seems to be working out well for you and you're family. You're happy, your sisters seem happy and from talking with your mother, she's happy too.

My face went blank. My family, my sisters, my mother! She knew!

Mrs. Johnson read my expression. "Its okay, Jenny. Really. I've known since we met in the park. I'm a psychologist. My job is to observe people. Even though you were wearing girl's clothes, I could tell from the way you spoke and moved that you weren't born a girl. You could probably fool most people, but not me. And seeing you with Beth and Susie, it wasn't hard to figure out who you were." She gave me a reassuring look.

"At first, I decided it was none of my business, but then I noticed a change in your mother. She used to complain to me about what a problem you were, Johnny I mean." She paused and smiled at me, then went on. "But in the last few days, all of that changed. She's been happy and relaxed. I can't say that I understand the change in you or her. I don't work with transgendered people." She saw that I didn't understand. "I'm sorry, I should have realized you didn't know all the words yet. "Transgendered," she explained, "means someone who is born one sex but who want to be the opposite sex. In your case, boys who feel like girls. Its not as unusual as you may think, although most of them don't come out as young as you."

"What do you mean, 'come out'?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry. 'Come out' means two things. It means to tell people how you feel about yourself and it also means to go out in public dressed as a girl. It's the opposite of keeping how you feel a secret or dressing up when nobody's around." She paused. "Did you ever do that? Get dressed up in your sister's clothes. Is that how this got started? Someone caught you?"

"No, it all started when I was pestering my sisters to let me play Barbies with them last weekend," I explained. Beth wanted to get rid of me, so she told me that only girls played Barbies and if I wanted to play I had to wear a dress. I'm sure she didn't think I would do it and I don't know why I did. Maybe it was because I was stubborn or maybe I knew deep down that I wanted to be a girl, but I let her dress me up and, well, it just felt right."

"I see," she paused. "People's minds are very complicated or I wouldn't have a job." She smiled. "Usually we do things for more than one reason, so it was probably a little of both"

Just then we heard Susie, Beth and Kelly coming down the stairs. Mrs. Johnson stood up and looked at me. Then she said in a serious voice, "Listen Jenny, I want to be your friend. If there's anything that you don't want to talk to you mother about or that your mother can't help you with, please come talk to me. Will you do that?"

I walked over and put my arms around her. She put her arms around me and we hugged each other.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes'," she said softly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Beth looking at us with a worried expression. I nodded my head slightly to let her know everything was okay. I saw her face relax into a smile.

"All right, you kids. Time to get going. Jenny, I am very glad you came to visit and hope to see more of you. She turned to Beth who was holding Susie's hand. It was nice to see you too and Susie, I'll see you tomorrow. She walked us to the front door and opened it.

When we reached the end of the walk Beth stopped.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense," she said excitedly. What happened?"

"I was right," I told her. "Mrs. Johnson did recognize me at the park."

"Oh!" Beth exclaimed.

"But Mom was right too," I continued. "She said Mrs. Johnson was a nice. In fact she knows all about being transgendered. That means a boy who wants to be a girl," I said, very pleased with myself to finally know something that Beth didn't. "And she wants to help me."

"That's wonderful," Beth said.

"And you were right too, Sis. You said I should be me and not worry what people think and it worked out fine."

Beth stopped walking and turned to me with a serious look on her face.

"Jenny, I'm happy that Mom was right about Mrs. Johnson, but I also know how the kids at my school talk about queers. And when you went to the mall as Jenny, you told Mom that if the boys at your school recognized you, they would beat you up. Maybe my advice wasn't that good after all. I'm not sure that the world is ready for Jenny or Jenny is ready for the world. Please be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I agree, Sis. Not everyone is like Mrs. Johnson. I remember how worried I was when I went to school yesterday with my earrings in and nail polish on. I promise to be careful."

Just then Susie tugged on my arm.

"Jenny, what are you and Beth talking about? Come on, let's go home."

I knelt down and told her, "Susie, Mrs. Johnson knows that I'm a boy."

She became defensive. "I didn't tell her, Jenny. Really. You told me that I couldn't say anything and I didn't. I really, really, didn't."

I put my hand on her arm reassuringly. "Calm down, Sis. I know you didn't. Mrs. Johnson recognized me when she saw me at the park. I'm very proud of you."

She looked relieved. We started walking again

"And, I have a surprise for you." I paused dramatically.

"What, Jenny, what? Please tell me. What's the surprise?"

"Well, Mom is working late tonight, so it will just be us three sisters."

"Oh, that's great!" she said enthusiastically. "We can have cookies and ice cream and play games…"

"Hold on, Sis," I cautioned her. "This isn't a party. Mom trusts us to be grown up and take care of ourselves while she works.

"Yes. You wouldn't want her to be disappointed when she gets home, would you?" Beth added. "Besides, we all have school tomorrow."

"Okay," Susie conceded.

We reached our house and went in. Beth, always Miss Efficiency, gave us directions. I'll bake the pizza and make a salad. Jenny and Susie, you set the table. She went to the freezer and took out the pizza.

"Jenny, come here for a second," Beth said as I was putting out the placemats. "Susie can finish that. Do you know how to use the oven?"

"No," I admitted.

"Well, you need to learn your way around a kitchen if you want to be a good wife." She thought that was hilarious and started giggling.

I didn't think it was very funny and gave her a dirty look.

"I'm sorry, Jenny. I was just joking," she said apologetically.

"Seriously, though. This is the oven. She pointed to a door in the front of the stove."

"Well, duh, Sis. I know what an oven is."

"Oh really? Then turn it on and set it for 375 degrees," she challenged me.

I looked at her. "Listen, if I knew that I was going to be a girl, I would have hung out with Mom in the kitchen like you did and make cookies and stuff, but this came as a surprise to all of us. Now show me how it works."

Beth went into her teaching tone of voice. "You turn this knob here," she pointed, "until the little red dot on the stove is over the 375. That's it. Then you just wait until the oven reaches the right temperature and the little red light next to the knob comes on."

"Wow, I'll have to practice to get it down," I kidded her.

Beth got the dinner ready and after we ate we cleaned up the kitchen. As I was putting the dishes away, I thought to myself how much I enjoyed being close to my sisters and how much I would have missed as their brother. I shrugged my shoulders.

Beth saw me and asked, "What was that for?"

"Nothing," I told her. "I was just thinking how different things might have been and how happy I am to be Susie's and your sister.

Beth put down her dishtowel. She put her arms around me and gave me a hug. "Me too," she said affectionately. Susie had been listening and came over to make it a group hug. "Me three." We all started giggling.

After dinner, Susie asked me if I would give her a bath and play with her. I had a lot of homework to do, so I told her I would get the bath ready, but that she would have to play and wash up by herself. She pouted, but went off to get undressed. I went upstairs and started the bath the way Mom had shown me. I turned on the water let the tub fill up. As I was bending over to check the water temperature, I heard the door open. I turned around and Susie was standing there without any clothes on.

"Susie!" I said hurriedly, "Please wrap a towel around you."

Susie looked at me innocently. "Why Jenny, what's the matter? Aren't you my sister?"

I turned my head away, so I wasn't looking at her. "Yes, Susie, but don't you remember? Mom said that even though I'm your sister, I'm still a boy and boys don't see girls without their clothes on."

Susie replied with perfect seven year old's logic. "That's silly. You're not a boy. You're a girl. If you were a boy you couldn't be my sister could you?"

"I don't know the answer to that question, Susie. All I know is that Mom said I shouldn't do it and I don't want to do anything that would make her mad at me. Do you?"

"No," she agreed. "I don't want to get you in trouble."

"Okay then. Your bath's ready." I turned off the faucet and checked the temperature of the water again. "Hop in. You can play for a bit and then you need to wash up. I'll send Beth up to get you out."

I went back downstairs. Beth was at the kitchen table doing her homework.

"Susie's in the tub," I told her. "Will you go up and get her out in about fifteen minutes, please?"

"No problem, Jenny," Beth said.

The rest of the night went very quickly. While Beth got Susie to Bed, I finished my homework and stated to get ready for bed. I went in my room and stripped down to my panties and top. On the way to the bathroom, I passed Beth coming from putting Susie to sleep.

"Night, Sis," I said affectionately.

"Night, Jenny," she said and blew me a kiss.

After doing my nightly beauty routine, I went back to my room and slipped into my nightgown. I set my alarm clock for 7:00, to be sure that I had plenty of time to take out my earrings and make sure all of my makeup was off. Then I turned out the light, got into bed and snuggled down, enjoying the silky smooth feeling of my nylon nightgown sliding against the sheets. As I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I wished, instead of having to go to school as Johnny that the just like Pinocchio, the Blue Fairy would come down from heaven, wave her magic wand, and I would wake up a real girl.

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