Author's note: I normally don't do multiple part stories, but I had several requests to continue this one, so here it is...

  

Sisters

by Jennifer White

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Things weren't quite the same at the Brookfield household since Becky had devised a way to turn her brother into Jodi. Becky was very manipulative, and had used a variety of techniques to reprogram her brother to the point where he *wanted* to be a girl. She even convinced her parents that it was what her brother really wanted.

So now he was Jodi. He was taking female hormones, and was starting to develop secondary female sex characteristics, like breasts. And she had undergone 'the operation' to change how she looked between her legs. She looked and acted just like any young girl her age. There was no sign that she had ever been male.

But this wasn't enough for Becky. She was still upset at her mother for marrying John. She wanted her mother's full attention again, like it was before she remarried. It was all John's fault. And he was going to pay for it.

* * *

 

Becky devised a plan. It took her months to think through all of the details, but she finally came up with her idea. At first, she thought of how she could get her mother to hate him, but he was too nice. And he wasn't the type to go out and have an affair. So that wouldn't work either.

But then she realized that she knew how to do something to a man that would make him useless to a woman. She would do the same thing to John as she had to his son. She would turn her stepfather into a woman too. Then Judith would have to leave him! It would be just Becky and her mother again, like it should be.

 

The first thing she did was to start by manipulating Jodi again. She so much wanted to be a girl, that she looked up to Becky, like a hero. She would gladly do almost anything for her older sister. And that made her putty in Becky's hands.

There was a general uneasiness between John and Jodi, now that she was a girl, instead of his son. Having his male parts removed during the surgery was almost like a physical blow to John. His only son, now a girl. It drove a small wedge into their relationship, and he could see Jodi drifting closer and closer to Judith as she started to flourish as a girl.

Becky used this as a starting point.

"Daddy doesn't really love you anymore" she told Becky. "He wishes he had a son, and he hates you because you're a girl."

"He does not!" protested Jodi.

"Oh yeah? Then tell me something. Does he treat you like mom does? She takes us shopping, hangs out with us, and plays with us. Dad doesn't love me, because I'm his stepdaughter. But you are his real family. No Jodi, he doesn't love you anymore."

Jodi looked up with sad eyes.

"But I love you Becky. And I want you to be happy. I'm going to help you. Just do what I tell you, and everything will be all right."

Jodi was already eager to please Becky. She didn't need much encouragement from her. She promised to do whatever Becky asked.

"You can start" said Becky, "by telling mom that you think daddy hates you because you're a girl."

"I will" said Jodi.

* * *

 

"John, I need to talk to you" said Judith.

"Sure dear. What is it?"

"It's Jodi. I'm concerned for her."

The word 'her' still made John cringe. Jodi had once been his son. Now he was a girl. It still stung, and still didn't feel right.

"Jodi?" said John, masking his emotions as he usually did (and most men for that matter!).

"She came to me today" said Judith. "She was in tears. She was really upset. She said that you don't love her anymore, and that the reason is that she's a girl. She said that if she was a boy, you'd love her. But you hate her because she's a girl."

"That's not true!" protested John. "I do so love Jodi!"

"You should really think about how you treat her John. I've seen you hold back, ever since she became a girl. You aren't as close as you used to be."

"How can I be close to a young girl?" said John.

"I think you need to keep an open mind" replied Judith.

 

Listening from the next room, Becky smiled. They had taken the bait.

* * *

 

"Dad" said Becky, "can we talk?"

John was very happy that Becky had accepted him now, and even called him Dad. But 'can we talk' seemed to be female code words for 'you are not going to like what I tell you'.

"Sure Becky" he replied.

"You know how your bedroom has a phone line? Its the only room other than the kitchen that has one. And we just got that computer. We need a phone line to go online. I can do research for school on the web, and Jodi and I can instant message with our friends."

"Instant message?" said John.

Becky shook her head. Adults!

"Anyway, we also hate it that we can't talk to our friends in private. If we had the phone in our room, we could talk more."

"Oh, and run up the phone bills" joked John.

"What do you expect from a teenage daughter?" said Becky proudly.

"Let me talk to your mother" said John, and see about adding another phone line. But money is tight right now. We spent quite a bit on Jodi's operations."

"I know dad. I'm so happy that you were willing to help her like that. And I want to save you money too. That's why I think we should just switch bedrooms. You move into ours, and we'll move into yours. We have a bigger closet than you do, and you have the phone line. We'll both be happy. Especially Jodi."

John really needed to do something right now for Jodi, to get Judith off his back. So he caved in.

"Sure honey" he said. "We can start moving tonight."

 

Judith was happy that John had been flexible enough to do what the girls had wanted. She was very supportive of John, and loved how he could be flexible like that. She began moving clothes, and packing up her things for the move.

* * *

 

What John and Judith didn't realize, is that they were now in a bedroom adjoining Becky's old room, which had been converted to a playroom for the girls. It was the room where she had discovered that sounds carried through the heating vents into the next room. And it was where she had played the tapes that slowly turned her stepbrother into a girl.

She found the tapes she had hidden, set up the tape recorder, and started playing them again nightly. John and Judith heard the tapes every night at a subconscious level, and the instructions slowly seeped into their brains.

The tapes whispered things like "You are a girl" into their ears. It gave instructions on how to walk, talk, think and speak. It wasn't something that would immediately effect the listener. Instead, it was a gradual process where the subliminal message would slowly start to take hold in the brain, until it became integrated with the listeners normal thoughts. They wouldn't even notice the change in their thinking.

One day soon, John would start to believe that he was a girl.

* * *

 

Becky took a bottle of the little white pills which Jodi took ever day to put female hormones into her system. She ground one up, and mixed it into the sandwich that Judith had prepared for John's lunch. To save money, he was 'brown bagging it'. He didn't complain, so she did it again the next day, and the next.

 

Becky looked to see if there were any changes in John's behavior, but so far there were none. But it had taken quite a bit of time with Jodi to get her to turn. So she had to be patient.

The funny thing was though, that Judith seemed to be responding to the subliminal messages already. Perhaps because she already was a girl, they sunk in quicker.

For example, Judith almost always wore pants, whether they were capris, jeans, hip-huggers, or some other variety. But lately, she was wearing skirts and dresses all of the time. It must have been the message playing over and over on the tape saying "You are a girl, and girls prefer to wear skirts. You love wearing skirts, and hate how restrictive it feels to wear pants. You only are happy when you wear a skirt."

She also seemed chattier, more like a teenage girl than a grown woman. This got John all reved up, and the two could be heard making love at night, the bedsprings squeaking. This made the girls giggle. They knew what was going on.

But Becky giggled even more, because she knew that it would be one of the last times that they did the act together. Soon, her stepfather would lose all sexual interest in women. He would want to become one instead.

* * *

 

At last, Becky noticed some subtle changes in the behavior of her stepfather. The way he talked was slightly different now, and he was starting to show signs of expressing emotions. Definitely a non-male behavioral trait. She also saw him reading her copy of Cosmo Girl, something he would never have looked at in the past.

Her conditioning was working on him! Just as it had for Jodi, back when she had been a boy. Now she could move forward with the next stage in the plan.

 

Becky knew that on Saturday night, her stepfather was going to see a basketball game with his buddies. She made sure to set it up that she was going to take Jodi over to a friend's house that night for a sleep over. And she made sure that they needed to leave around when John was going. So of course, he offered to drive them, wanting to appear eager to help the girls, especially Jodi.

Becky waited until almost the last minute, then started to apply her makeup, and to fix Jodi's hair.

"Come on girls, we need to get going" said John impatiently.

"We're almost ready dad!" she replied.

"We're going to be late!" he said.

"Dad! It takes time for girls to get ready" she replied in a huff.

She stalled for as long as possible, before finally letting Jodi carry their bag out to the car. John was upset because he was late now, and would miss the start of the game. He let his anger show a few times during the car ride.

 

The next day, Becky was sure to corner her mother, and talk about the situation.

"Mom, I don't think that Dad really understands girls" she said.

"Few men do, dear" replied Judith.

"Yes, but he was so mad at us for being late! But I can't go out of the house to see friend with my hair all a mess! And Jodi needs my help to get ready still. She's new to making herself all beautiful."

"You did a wonderful job of French braiding her hair."

"Thanks mom! But you see, dad just doesn't get it. He doesn't understand everything a girl has to do to get ready. He doesn't appreciate it. And he got all upset at us for taking so long."

"Typical man" replied Judith, shaking her head. She had been through the same thing many times with many men over the years.

"I want to teach him. I want him to understand, so that he'll never get upset at us again" said Becky.

"And just how do you propose to do that? I've been trying for years" replied Judith.

"Well, I don't know if you can do this, but I think it would be really cool if you could talk him into dressing up in your clothes for one night. Make him put on makeup, do his nails, and all that."

"Your stepfather would never do that" said Judith.

"Tell him its so that he can gain a better understanding of what Jodi has gone through. Think how thrilled Jodi would be to see her dad making an effort like that, to try and understand her. It might be what she needs to start getting close with him again."

Judith saw the wisdom in Becky's suggesting. She promised to speak to John.

 

That night, there was a long argument in the bedroom. There was no squeaking of the bedsprings that night, nor the next five nights. When Becky heard the rhythmic squeaking noise on the sixth night, she knew that he had caved in.

She snuck into the playroom to switch tapes, to one with slightly different messages.

* * *

 

On Friday night, the family was to stay home and watch a movie. The popcorn was popped, the soda was ready to pour, the VCR was ready to play the romantic comedy that Judith and Becky had selected for the family. The girls were on the couch, giggling and gossiping about school, but there was no sign of Judith and John.

"I wonder what's taking them so long?" said Jodi.

"I think I know. But I don't want to spoil the surprise" said Becky. "Anyway, did you see Phil at school today? Could you believe those flood pants he was wearing?"

The giggling started all over again.

 

Meanwhile, John was very uncomfortable in the bedroom. He was wearing silk panties and a bra, which had been stuffed full. Then Judith had him put on her pantyhose and a slip. He was red and blushing as she prepared the red dress for him to wear.

He thought that he would die from embarrassment, but it was funny; as soon as he put the dress on, and she zipped it shut in back, he felt *comfortable*. Even more than that, it somehow felt *right* to wear a dress. It was so much less constrictive than wearing pants. He wished that he could feel this good in his own clothes.

John did not protest at all as Judith put makeup on his face, and painted his nails.

"I like that color" he said as she expertly applied it with light strokes of the brush. She gave him a strange look, but concentrated on her work.

For a final touch, she pulled out a wig she had rented from the costume store for this occasion. John would become a blond for tonight, with long tresses reaching down below his shoulders. He almost looked pretty in his outfit.

He turned to look in the mirror, and felt the soft fine material of his dress brush against his pantyhose, which sent electric shivers up and down his spine. Every movement, every touch, every *feeling* was different once he put the dress on.

And he had to admit: so far, he liked it! It surprised him greatly, but it was true. He sprayed himself with some of Judith's favorite fragrance, then turned to head out the door.

"You look ravishing my dear" said Judith.

"As do you" he replied.

They strutted down the hallway, and into the living room.

"Dad!" said Jodi.

"Dad!" said Becky. They looked at each other.

"Sorry I took so long" he replied. "Now I understand why it took you girls so long. I'll never be angry with you again for taking a long time."

The girls gave him a big hug, and they all sat down to watch the movie. When it was done, they talked about the characters, their relationships, and what they liked (or didn't like) about the movie. They had such a great time, that John agreed to have a weekly "girl's movie night" from then on. It would help foster understanding between him and his daughters, and even his wife too.

 

John felt very sad as he undressed, and got ready for bed. When he took off his bra, he suddenly felt very inadequate, having such a poor flat chest. He looked longingly at his wife. She was so lucky to be a woman! He loved her so much.

They went to bed in each other's arms.

"Thank you for doing that for the girls. They really seemed to love it."

"You're welcome. I'll do that every week, for them."

He felt guilty not telling her that he couldn't wait for next week, so he could get into a dress again.

* * *

 

The next three weeks were the same: John hated his routine at work, and lived for Friday, so he could go home and become a woman. That night would be the highlight of his life, as he got to dress up, wear makeup, and be like a girl. He hated it when the night was over. The time would just fly by! It was so much more fun than his dull boring *male* life.

So when it was time for the annual family trip up north for a weekend at the lake in a rented cottage, he decided that it was a perfect time to allow himself to be a girl for the whole weekend.

He dressed up as usual once he got home. But rather than sitting down to watch a movie, they all piled into the car and drove up to Wisconsin for the weekend at the lake.

"For this weekend, my name is Linda. Nobody will know who I really am" he said.

"Sure thing, *Linda*" said Judith.

They all laughed and giggled.

 

A few hours later they arrived. The next door neighbor watched as two women and two younger girls unloaded their car, and brought their belongings into the cabin. He thought the blond was cute. He would be sure to introduce himself tomorrow. With four chicks, he would have high odds of at least one of them liking him.

* * *

 

That night, John slept in a nightie for the first time. He loved it, and swore to wear nighties from now on, even when he was forced to dress as a man. In the morning, when he showered he shaved his legs without really thinking about it. It only dawned on him when he was done, and he looked down at his smooth skin.

But that made him feel bad about all his chest hair. So that had to go, along with the hair from his armpits. By the time he was done, he had no body hair, and there was quite the hair clog in the shower drain. He remembered to clean it up when he got out of the shower.

John dressed up as a woman, and put on his makeup. He chose a shorter skirt so that he could get some sun on his legs, and show them off a bit. All three girls were very pleased at how he looked.

The went for a walk on the nature trail, then had a picnic lunch. They drove back to the cottage, and rested on the deck in back. The man from the place next door walked over with a six-pack of beer.

"Hello ladies. Can I offer you a drink?" he said. From the looks of him and his prominent belly, he had drunk quite a few beers in his time.

"No thank you" said Judith. "We don't drink beer. Only wine."

"Then I'll get you a wine" he said.

"And we don't drink in front of the girls" said John, trying to disguise his voice.

"Oh I love children too" said the man. "I've got two of them, but they live with my ex. Cute things. And what are your names?" he said looking down to the girls.

"They don't talk to strangers" said Judith coldly.

"I'm no stranger! I'm Floyd. I've lived on this here lake for almost thirty years now. If you ladies need anything, just call me. I'd be very glad to be of service. Nice to meet you ma'am" he said, staring John in the eye.

 

After he left, they all laughed.

"Linda! You just got hit on by a guy!" said Becky.

"You had better get used to it" joked Judith. "A hot blond like you is going to have guys all over her all the time."

John was afraid to admit something to them. He had been flattered at first by the attention by Floyd, but he found that he had actually *liked* it. He liked having a guy hit on him! It was somehow exciting, and made him tingle in a way he never had before.

"No!" he thought, but he could not deny the truth. He liked being a woman, and once he was in a skirt, his attraction was not to women anymore. He felt an attraction to men.

"I wish I really was a woman" he said.

"John, do you really mean that?" asked Judith.

"Linda" he corrected.

"Okay *Linda*. Lets see how you feel after this weekend. If you still like being a woman, or if you want to go home and be yourself."

"I'll show them" thought Linda. "I'll show them how much of a woman I really am. They look at me like I'm a man. I'll show them."

* * *

 

The next day, Linda told everyone "I'm not feeling well, you go without me."

After everyone left for the beach, Linda put on a sundress and went to the deck to get some sun. Predictably, Floyd showed up within minutes.

"Ditched the others, huh?" he said.

"I'll take you up on that wine now Floyd" said Linda.

Five minutes later, he returned with a Styrofoam cup full of a pink blush which had to be two years old. But Linda reacted as if he had brought a $200 bottle of Bordeaux.

 

When the girls came back two hours later, they found Linda sitting on Floyd's lap, laughing and talking, touching each other all over.

"I think I'm in love" said Floyd.

Linda just grinned.

"Linda?" said Judith. "What are you doing?"

"Falling in love" was the reply.

Judith chased Floyd off, then brought Linda into the bedroom for a talk.

"What's going on John? We're not playing games now, you were flirting with a man. We're married, and you're fooling around with another man!"

"I'm sorry Judith, but we're both women, and I'm just not into that."

"You're really a man! You're really John!"

"I was in the past, but I don't think of myself that way anymore. The move that I've been a woman, the more I know that this is what I was meant for."

"But you hated it when our son became Jodi!"

"That's because I think I knew inside that I was next, and I was afraid to admit it."

"So you're serious? You really want to spend the rest of your life as a woman?"

"I am a woman. This isn't a choice. This is who I am, and who I always have been. I just didn't know it."

Judith had tears in her eyes. She was losing her best friend and lover, but if it was what he really wanted, then she wanted it too. Linda cried too, but it was tears of joy. Becky was elated, she was about to get her mother back for herself. And Jodi was happy too, now that her dad loved her enough to show how much he cared and loved her.

The four girls lived together, happily ever after.

  

  

  

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