Sister's Little Princess

by Shy

 

I had always been curious about my sister’s bedroom. Whenever her friends came over, they would rush up the stairs and slam the door behind them, engaging in secretive girl business. Whenever I tried to join in, she would defiantly throw me against the wall and declare the place 'off limits' to people such as myself. What kind of person was I?

I was a boy.

Banished from these lands, I would never get to experience such amazing things as make-up, gossip, and whatever girls do that makes them so damn loud and annoying. Day after day, I'd see my sister leave her room, the heavy smell of girl closely following her. We'd make eye contact, and she'd step back and slam her door. Out comes the key, in it goes to the lock. The place was a land of mystery.

A mystery, until today.

After having a generously long bathroom break from my homework, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of a minor commotion in the front entrance. It was the familiar sound of someone clumsily putting their shoes on, losing their balance, and falling against the wall. My sister was never adept at simple tasks, and this was high on her incompetence list. After the ordeal, I could hear her stomp her feet into place, open the door and leave.

I, too, opened the door. I glanced down to the entrance, seeing nothing except for my shoes placed neatly by the door, the cat giving itself a bath, and...

...and the door to her room left wide open in front of me!

Absolute excitement exploded in my chest; I could feel my heart pounding beat by beat against the wall of my chest. I ran downstairs and yanked the curtains aside to make sure she was actually gone. Sure enough, I managed to catch the rear of Jody's car drifting off down the road. This is my chance, my one true chance! I thought. I raced back upstairs and crept towards the room, enjoying every second of the thrill I was experiencing.

The door creaked open slowly, spilling a bright glow of pink out into the hallway. The odor of the place was amazing. I pushed the door wide open and stepped into the forbidden kingdom, feeling the soft shag carpet wrap itself around my feet. I smiled, sighing gently, as I stood there and took it all in. The color, the smell, everything. I shut my eyes and believed for a second that I was her, waiting for Jody to come take me to the party.

Opening my eyes, I focused on a pile of clothes that rest hallway inside and out of her closet. It was all here, her pink sweater, the tight jeans, bra after bra and mounds of panties. Reaching out, I carefully ran the fabric of the fuzzy sweater along my arm, imagining what it would be like if I was actually wearing it. This begged the question, "Why aren't I wearing it? Mom and dad are at work, Sis is gone..."

I quickly pulled my shirt off and slid the sweater over my head, the soft caress of the cashmere running down my arms, my back and my chest. I grew faint with passion as the fabric made its way down my body, coming to rest at my waist. The fantasy of wearing this sweater had always lingered in the back of my mind, but I never believed that it would actually happen. This was real. Turning on her stereo, I lay back and listened to the soothing sounds of Ms. Spears, enjoying my first visit to my sister’s room.

The rhythm from the stereo was great, the beat really got into me. I stood up and started swaying my hips back and forth to it, letting the music seep into my skin. The beat got erratic and seemed to change suddenly. Odd, I never remembered the song going quite like this. I was about to walk over and give the stereo a bit of a punch when a heart-stopping sensation suddenly gripped me and froze me dead in my tracks.

Sister was home.

Gathering by how much noise was coming from the entrance, she wasn't alone. Waves of laughter and 'So, like's came streaming up as they quickly kicked off their shoes and came storming up the stairway. I glanced about the room frantically to find a way out, but there was none. My room was down the hall, and required me to go past the staircase to get to it. I was absolutely screwed. I quickly grabbed my shirt and began to pull it over my head, hoping that I'd be able to hide the horrible crime I had perpetrated.

"Michael! What the fuck are you doing?!"

There she stood, amidst a crowd of four friends, shocked and glaring in my direction. I had barely gotten my shirt over my head, the pink sweater beamed out from my body. I peeled my shirt off my sweatered arms and dropped it, and started taking off my sisters property. She was still glaring at me, as if I had just killed Mom with an axe. I remained speechless, unable to fathom an excuse for my actions. Her friends snickered and began talking amongst themselves, pointing at my obvious erection.

"You are, without a fucking doubt, the sickest little bastard alive, you know that?" She screamed out at me, causing even her friends to throw her a look of concern. "Were you jacking off on my clothes, you little pervert?"

She began to advance towards me, ready to dish out a volley of punches and slaps, something she frequently did in such a frenzied state. My arms went up to protect myself from the imminent beating when once of her friends pulled her back.

"Dana! Dana! No!" Jody shrieked out. "Maybe there's a different explanation!"

Sis was yanked back by her friends, who pulled her into a makeshift huddle. They spoke in hushed whispers, occasionally glancing over at me. My hands were trembling at the sheer horror of the whole situation, being caught dressing in my sisters clothes. The girls conversation continued on, their voices becoming less and less harsh. Sister glanced up at me, looking rather surprised. She looked back to her friends, who all nodded matter-of-factly.

"Michael..." She started. "Did you put my sweater on because you want to be a girl?"

This wasn't true. I didn't want to be a girl, I just liked the clothes. I shook my head.

"Because, if you want to be a girl..." She grinned, slowly creeping forward. "We can *make* you a girl!"

I dodged past her and tried to burst through the crowd of girls at the exit. It was hopeless. They all laughed and held me back, grabbing my arms and legs and pinning me firmly to the ground.

"Take his pants and socks off!"

Her friends took no time in obliging. My zipper went down and my jeans came whipping off. The socks came off, and Jody managed to pull my underwear clean off. Sister grinned at me.

"Time to get ready for The Ball!" She said, much to the amusement of her friends.

One of the girls holding my legs perked up and asked, "What should princess wear to the ball?"

Sister jumped up and ran over to her closet, quickly moving hangers of various dresses, shirts and pants out of the way. I couldn't see what she was looking for, but judging by the squeal of excitement she gave out, I take it she found it. I grew nervous as I heard her pulling it out of the closet, a noisy ruffle accompanying it. It sounded long, big, and...

Sis returned holding her prom dress. The garment was a full ball gown, starting at the neck and reaching all the way down to her feet. The dress itself was massively puffy, and extremely frou-frou. The color matched the walls. Pink.

"Get him into it!" Sis ordered. "I'll be right back, I need to grab a few things!"

She threw the dress down and leapt over me and out of the room. The girls holding my legs tightened their grip as I began to squirm and flop around, desperately trying to break free. It was hopeless.

Jody knelt down on my arms, allowing the other arm girl to open the dress. She undid the long zipper and opened it wide, putting it over my feet. The girls holding my legs moved their grip higher and higher as the dress slid up my legs, then suddenly let go and pulled the dress all the way up to my waist. They rolled me over slightly to get it up the back. I madly kicked my legs, feeling the weight of the dress swish around on my legs. Jody loved it.

"Settle down princess!" She laughed out, helping the other girls force my arms into the long, tight sleeves.

I'm not a very big boy, so the dress was still a tad loose around the chest. When they were done putting my arms into it, I could feel the fabric of the built-in panties push up against my bottom. I was in. Everyone cheered out and screeched with delight.

"Chelsea! Where are you?" Jody called out. Chelsea was my sis.

A faint giggling came up the stairway, followed by Sis bounding up as fast as she could. She came into the room holding various objects, all of which were clutched closely to her chest. I couldn't make any of them out as she ran to the bed, dropping the secretive items onto the bedspread. She made her way to the closet, grabbed a bra, and pulled the front of the dress down. The smooth lace of the bra ran along my chest, over my shoulders and across my back. Before they clipped it up, sis ran over to the bed to grab a few of the items.

Three things: water balloons X 2, a long, white tube.

I'm not sure what the tube was just yet, but the purpose of the balloons was quite obvious. They all rolled me over and prepared the balloons for entry. I gave out one last convulsion to get free, and finally gave in to the inevitable.

The balloons were large. VERY large, like the size of bowling balls. They slid and plopped into the bra cups fairly easily, one after the other. The bra got tighter as they squirmed to shut it. Before the clasps locked, Sis jammed the white tube into the clasps and squirted something onto both ends of the bra. She then clasped it shut and the rest of the girls pulled the dress back over my shoulders. The zipper drew up my back slowly, the dress becoming tighter and tighter as it closed around my new breasts, and finally up my neck. Sis was running the long white tube up along the zipper the whole time. Once the zipper was done, she quickly ran it back down the zipper, and up again for good measure. Jody turned the hair dryer on and began moving it slowly along the zipper.

That's when I realized that they had glued the bra and the zipper of the dress shut.

I started screaming and thrashing around, balancing on top of my massive new breasts, the confines of the dress swishing around me, all the girls laughing hysterically.

"Keep screaming and we'll glue your mouth shut." Sis said sternly, moving the tube close to my mouth as if it were a loaded gun.

"We have a few more preparations before princess can go to the ball!"

Sis grabbed her infamous 'hooker boots' that Dad had condemned several years ago, along with a pair of fishnet stockings. They ran the stockings up my legs, moving the dress up to my head to get them all the way up to my thighs. A squirt of glue went around each leg, freezing the stockings into place. I began to cry.

"Awwwwww!" They all went at once. They were really soaking up my reaction to the whole ordeal. Sis unzipped the boots and dumped glue all over the inside of each. The girls pushed both of my fishnet feet into the boots, and zipped them up. I felt the cold grasp of the glue cling to my skin, becoming more and more steady with each passing second. The bottle ran up the boot zippers, just in case the insides didn't hold.

While the boots were getting thrust onto my feet, the bottle of glue began to dump its contents into another two objects: gloves. Sis' long, pink latex gloves that she'd worn to the prom had their insides coated with the sticky stuff, and before I could move my arms away, the girls pulled the gloves onto my arms and up to my elbows. I was covered in adhesive, and I didn't like it.

"Stand him up!" Jody bounced up and down, excited to examine the work they'd done. The team lifted me off my feet and stood me up. The weight of my massive breasts pulled me forward, and I stumbled. I tried to regain my footing, but the dress was far too long for me and I wound up stepping on it and falling forward onto the bed. Chortles of laughter filled the room. I could feel the warm water inside the balloons pushing hard against my skin as I tried to stand up again. Once upright, I swayed back and forth carefully, the weight of the breasts and dress moving back and forth slightly. Sis walked over to the closet and pulled out a box.

"Princess still needs work!" She exclaimed, taking the lid off of the box. "Her hair is absolutely atrocious right now!"

She lifted a styrofoam head out of the box that was sporting a rather sizable pink bouffant wig. My eyes opened wide in fear as she began walking towards me, wig in one hand and glue in the other. I almost broke into a run, but once again stepped on the heavy fabric of the dress and fell to the floor. The girls ran over and sat me up, holding me in place, moving aside the massive ruffles of the dress. Sis came up behind me and put her knees on my shoulders.

"It's a good thing your hair is so short," Sis said while squirting a generous amount of glue onto my scalp. "Or else we'd have to shave little princess before we did her hair!"

My brush cut became drenched with the thick glue. I looked up to see Sis running the bottle along the edges of the massive wig, making sure nothing would come lose once it was on. She finished, and dropped the bottle on the bed.

"Don't move, princess! We don't want crooked hair, now do we?"

The bouffant mound of pink hair descended slowly onto my scalp, the glue on the edges of the wig cap slowly clinging to the glue that was already on my head. Soon enough, the wig slowly moved itself into place as Sis pressed down through the hair and onto the cap, securing it to my head. Jody came over with the blow-dryer and started drying the glue, permanently freezing the wig into place.

"Aw! Miss princess' hair is complete! She's adorable!" Jody said, pulling slightly on the edge of the cap to make sure the glue was dry. It was.

They all backed up and watched with great amusement as I stood up, swaggering back and forth to keep balance in those wretched hooker boots. The glue was tugging on my head, keeping the heavy wig firmly in place to my skin. I reached into the thick mass of pink on my head and pulled hard. It didn't budge, not one bit. I pulled harder, my breasts swaying back and forth with each attempt. Nope, it was there for good. Sis and her friends quickly guided me over to the makeup table. By guided I mean dragged, since the dress was too long to walk in.

Jody opened up my Sisters makeup kit, but Sis had other plans.

"Oh no, that make up is far too cheap for princess!" She smirked. "We have much better make up for royalty!" She went over to the closet and pulled out her art supplies. She grabbed a handful of markers and her airbrush kit. I squirmed and tried to get up, but the girls clamped down on me like a pack of predators.

"Misses should close her eyes, or this may sting a bit!" Sis emptied a cartridge of peach paint into the airbrush and turned it on. I shut my eyes tight and felt the spray of paint hitting my face and seeping into my pores. "This makeup will NEVER come off of princess! It's not too thick, looks just like the regular makeup, but it can stay on metal for over ten years! You'll be pretty forever!" The smell was awful, but judging by everyone’s reactions my Sis was doing a great job. The tiny spray radius of paint soon made its way over my entire face, and was soon followed by various tints of the same color. Everything was quickly dried by the hair dryer.

"Blushes!" Screeched one of the girls. "She needs blush!"

Sister was calm and patient, loading in some pink and blasting my cheeks with it. The dryer froze the pink in place. The weight of the paint felt like rubber, like I was wearing a Halloween mask of sorts. I kept my eyes firmly shut, awaiting the next coat of paint.

It didn't come. Instead, Sis opened her red magic marker and began applying it to my lips as if it were lipstick. She made sure every inch of my lips were covered, before she pulled out a fat black marker.

"Hold still, princess. This could be tricky."

I held still and saw the marker getting closer and closer. She pinned my eye wide open and started running it around the inside of the bottom lid. The marker must've been non-toxic, since I wasn't blinded by this whole procedure. She ran it over the top of my eyelid, then did the same for the other eye.

"One more thing of paint!" She said, loading in some deep purple color into the airbrush. I shut my eyes and received a light hit of paint on the top of either lid. Eyeshadow. The hairdryer paid another visit.

"Keep those eyes shut!" Jody shouted out, and I felt the glue bottle run along the top of my eyes again. I became extremely terrified, thinking that the girls were going to glue my eyes shut forever, but this wasn't the case. Before I could react, I felt two heavy sheets of fabric attach themselves to my eyelids. The hairdryer blew wind across my face, I didn't really notice given how much paint was on my face. After a few minutes I received a tap on the shoulder.

"You can open your eyes, princess! Look!"

I opened my eyes and the girls span me around in my chair. I came face to face with the mirror, and jolted back in my seat. My face was very heavily made up, my Sis wasn't in that art class for no reason I guess. The make up job was very well done, my eyes had long, heavy lashes that curved up towards my deep blue eyeshadow. The massive pink hair was a huge bouffant hairdo that was flipped out at the neck, the layers of hair constantly brushing the back of my neck. I looked like a Barbie doll from the 60's. I looked down at my chest, the two jiggling mounds covered by a thick layer of pink fabric. There was no getting out of this.

"Princess! You're beautiful!" Sis said, covering her mouth and looking me over. Her friends were holding in their laughter, and giving fake oohs and aahs. They motioned for me to stand up, so I did. I still hadn't gotten used to the weight of the breasts, as they continually pulled me forward. The girls started playing with the dress, bouncing it up and down and running their hands along the soft fabric. Just as I was wondering how they planned on removing everything, Jody pulled out her car keys.

"Time for the ball!" She exclaimed, and all the girls laughed and pulled on my arms, dragging me out the door. They picked me up by the hands and feet and carried me down the stairs and out the front door. The daylight hit me, sending a pink off my glimmering dress and onto the girls around me. Jody opened the door to the backseat and I was pushed in. Even though I was already in the car, they still had to pile the rest of my dress in after me. I frantically reached for the other door handle, but Sis got in that side. I moved to get out, but another girl got in and sandwiched me in the middle. Jody hopped in and started the engine.

"Off to the ball we go!" Jody said, smiling at me.

The car lurched down the road. Jody made sure to stop at every red light longer than she had to so that everyone could see what they'd done to me. I recognized a car full of guys as the football team from school, their jaws dropped when they saw me. I knew that I was in for an intense beating once I got out of this mess and got back to school. I sighed and looked down, my view obscured by the twin pink mountains and the bulges of the frilly pink prom dress surrounding me. I was doomed.

After what seemed like an eternity, we came to a stop. I tried to look out the window, but the girls had re-arranged the clumps of the dress to block my vision. Sis got out, grabbing my arm as she left. I tried to grab on to something, anything, but it was hopeless. The girls yanked me out of the car and dragged me a short distance before standing me up.

"Here we are, princess! We're at the ball! Have fun, and don't stay out too late!"

I looked up and saw a towering fountain, complete with a statue of a knight on a horse. I knew where we were. We were at the mall! The mall, on Mothers Day! The stores were packed with people, most of whom were looking in my direction. The girls all waved goodbye and ran towards the car. I screamed out after them.

"No!!! Please, don't leave me here!"

I reached down and picked up part of my dress, so running after them became much easier. Jody started the car, waved, then sped off. I felt sick. I began yanking on the wig, but it yanked just as hard on my scalp, as if it were my real hair. I twisted and pulled on the breasts, hoping that I could break them and free myself from the dress. No use, the fabric of the dress was too thick and the bra was too tight to get a good grip on the balloons. I tried pulling the dress up and over my head, but the built in panties hit my bottom and refused to move any further.

Quite a few people began to gather around me and watch the spectacle that I was putting on. I picked up the bottom of the dress and swished my way over to the fountain and began to splash water onto my face. I rubbed it on good, long and hard. I rubbed until my face hurt, but when I looked at my reflection in the water afterwards, the painted-on make-up hadn't smeared a bit. A group of girls began snickering at me when I sat down and fought through the maze of frilly prom dress in order to reach my boots. I pulled as hard as I could, but nothing would budge. Every item of my sisters clothing was firmly glued onto my body, and there was no way to get it off. A cold gust of wind blew up behind me, moving my huge hair forwards and throwing me off balance. I fell down, much to the laughter of many.

Click! Someone took a picture of me. Click! Click! More pictures. I could see people running into the mall to buy instant cameras. I rolled over onto my stomach, the pressure of the breasts keeping me off the ground. I covered my permanently made up face with my gloved arms, and buried my hands deep into my wig to give one last pull. I gave it all I could, but the glue was too strong, and the wig was too well made to rip apart. It was hopeless.

I lay there amidst the flashes of cameras and laughter of children, never again to ponder the mystery of my sister’s room.

 

 

 

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