Snow Bunnies
by: Julie
missjulie13@hotmail.com

 

It started out to be a fine day. Here it was Friday, December 2, 1968; and it was not long after I got to school when they decided the snow was coming down too quickly and too hard, and sent us all home. It was pretty out with the big snowflakes falling; and I was elated to be walking home in the snowy white winter wonderland to a free day off.

I saw snow tracks as I arrived, and knew my sister, … and probably a couple of her girl friends judging from the tracks, were already here. My mom would be at work, as she had to support us since my father had died when I was little.

I heard voices and noises upstairs; and I found my older sister Janey and her friends Lindsey and Laura doing stupid girl exercises in her room.

"What do you sissies think you’re doing ?" I laughed, as they gyrated their arms while holding these tiny weights.

"What a bunch of cupcakes." I chortled. … "… ‘ building up those muscles for tea parties ?"

"Oh … ha ha, ..Kevin .. We’re just toning, … you little urchin." Janey hissed.

"Yeah ! I know what you’re doin ! HA ! You’re trying to fill out your sweaters !" I laughed. "That’s all you girls think about or are good for."

"Ooooooo", Janey gurgled.

They all started to come after me, and I beat it out the door. I heard it slam behind me; and I could here them ranting as I went downstairs.

It was about 20 minutes later when the doorbell rang, and I opened it to two more of my sister’s girlfriends, Carol and Debbie. They came in, shaking the snow off their fur trimmed coats, and slipping the silken scarves from their heads. I escorted them up to Janey’s room, and pushed the door open.

"Here’s a couple more for your sissy exercises." I chuckled.

"Hi Carol, …. Hi Debbie", they greeted.

Laura smiled, and winked at Janey.

"Is that right ?" Janey challenged. …. "Well, I bet we girls do a simple, ‘sissy’ exercise I bet you can’t do."

"Yeah … right…" I replied, disdainfully.

"We bet you can’t….’ ." She dared.

"What ?" I asked, … sure that I could do anything they could.

Janey went over to her vanity and picked up her chair. She went over to the wall by her dresser, paced back three steps, heel to toe, and sat the chair between her and the wall.

"You can’t do this." She said, and placed her head against the wall, lifted the chair, and stood upright again.

"What ? …. What kind of silly girl thing is THAT ?" I laughed. …"Anybody can do THAT !"

"Oh ?" Janey replied, smiling. "Ok, … let’s see you do it. ……. But first… if you can’t ….. then YOU are the sissy; …… and …… you will have to wear a dress." Janey teased, giggling.

All the girls started giggling and laughing at that prospect. I tuned red.

"Oh … FUNNY ! …..What’s in it for me ?" I questioned.

"Are you chicken ? …’ afraid you can’t do it ?" Janey teasingly challenged.

"You’ve GOT to be kidding !" I mocked. ….."It’s just dumb !"

"Ok, … I’ll bet you five dollars !" Janey replied.

My eyes lit up with dollar signs ! … Wow, … was my sister crazy ? Five dollars just to do that ?"

But then I was just a little hesitant, … and suspicious. It seemed too easy. I couldn’t believe Janey would give me five dollars to do that. … But then again….. girls were kinda dumb….

"Ok…. ‘ five dollars !" I agreed.

Boy, … this was going to be easy money.

The girls all giggled, and whispered to each other as I went over to the chair. I paced off three steps, heel to toe, … as Janey instructed.

"Five dollars….", I repeated, looking directly at my sister.

"Five dollars", she repeated.

I smiled to myself as I placed my head against the wall. All I had to do was pick up the chair, stand up, and walk out with FIVE dollars ! I was anxious to get it over with.

I picked up the chair, …. and went to straighten up…… and ……. I couldn’t budge ! The girls started to giggle, … and my face slowly began to burn.

"What’s the matter ? …. Straighten up !" Janey teased.

But try as I might, ‘… ….. I was stuck !

"Now who’s the sissy ?" Janey laughed.

"Here, … let me show you." She called.

I sat the chair down, and backed away, …. red-faced.

Janey repeated her earlier performance, making the feat look just as simple as before. I watched her closely. …. It looked so effortless. …. How did I get stuck ?

Her friends were laughing, and teasing.

"He’s going to look so sweet in a dress." Debbie called, to the giggles and teasing from the other girls.

"It’s a trick !" I yelled.

"Come on sissy, … let’s find you a pretty dress." Janey laughed.

"No ! … You tricked me ! …. Wait ! Stop ! ….. Let me try again." I protested.

"Mmmm I don’t know…. Hey, … you lost. Now, you have to make good on your end of the bet."

Janey grabbed my hand, pulling me over to her closet.

"No, …. Wait ! … I can do it. Give me another chance." I pleaded, .. planting my feet.

Janey looked at me.

"Ummm … well-l-l , …ok …one more chance. BUT, … it will cost you ! If you can do it, … then you won’t have to wear a dress, … AND I’ll give you the five dollars; …. But if you CAN’T ….. then you are going to dress the part of a sissy girl, .. and I mean you’ll wear everything, including panties and all…. for the whole day !"

I felt my face drain of feeling; and I went cold from the very thought.

"I uh … I’m …" I stammered.

"What’s the matter, …. chicken ?" Janey teased.

I couldn’t give up. It looked so easy; … and the thought of putting on a dress in front of all these girls even for a minute was TOO embarrassing ! …. I HAD to take the chance to get out of this. … I had to try !

"Ok", … I gulped.

The girls squealed and giggled.

"A deal is a deal ! If you can’t do it this time, you WILL wear a dress." Janey repeated.

I went over to the wall, and repeated the steps. I took a deep breath, lifted the chair, ….. and ………. I was stuck ! The girls all howled, and taunted me.

I stood, defeatedly. They were all giggling, calling me sissy, and teasing me about what a cute girl I was going to make. Oh NO ! …… I looked askance at the door, … and made a desperate dash…. Debbie and Lindsey stepped in front of it, slamming it shut.

"Oh, … so, ‘ trying to run out, huh ! A welcher ! …. Come on girls, … let’s teach him a lesson !" Janey barked.

I fought as the girls grabbed me; but it was a losing battle. It was five 15 year old girls against one 12 year old boy. Still, I was going to make it hard for them. They yanked my shirt down my arms, and then wrapped it around my wrists.

Janey came over to me with a tube of bright pink lipstick.

"Hold him girls."

Someone yanked back on my hair to keep my head still as my sister began smoothing the girlish color to my lips.

"Hold still, … or you’ll get this all over your face." She cautioned.

The girls giggled, and began teasing me about my bright pink, girlish lips.

Janey then dug in the back of her dresser, and came over with a bra. She held it up.

"To think …. I used to wear this, … just last year." Janey mused, holding the smallish white cotton bra up.

Her friends giggled. It was obviously too small for her now. Janey had developed considerably the last year.

"Gosh Janey, it’s not much more than a training bra." Lindsey giggled. "You have such a pretty figure now."

"It’s perfect for our little sissy, … er .. I mean my little sister here, though." She laughed.

They slipped the smallish, slightly padded cups over my chest, and pulled the straps over my shoulders, even though my arms were pinned behind me, making it look like I was wearing the bra. …. Janey snapped a picture of me, as the girls all leaned in, smiling.

"Now, .. are you going to put on a dress now, like you agreed, … or will we show everyone in school these pictures ?" She questioned, holding the camera up in front of me.

Her friends all laughed. I hung my head. I was dead ! … It wouldn’t pay to try and fight them anymore. They would still manage to dress me. I could only make it difficult for them.

"Are you going to put on your dress, now …… sissy ?" Janey questioned.

I nodded in defeat, … and they all giggled.

I was escorted across the hall, and the girls started drawing bath water, and adding Janey’s girlie stuff to it. I was left in the bath in just my shorts, and told to take a bath and shampoo my hair.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door as I was given a two minute warning that the girls were coming back in to see me dressed. I wrapped a towel around me.

They herded me back across the hall to Janey’s room, where Janey held up a pair of white nylon panties with lace panels down each side. There were two pink ribbon bows, centered on the lace. The girls squealed and giggled as Janey handed them to me, … and told me to put them on. The girls giggled gleefully as I accepted the pink, lacy underwear, and stepped into them. The sight of the pink ribbon bows as I slid them up my legs made me turn a bright crimson while her girlfriends teased.. The towel was taken from me, and they giggled nervously, as the thin, light pink panties exaggerated my male bulge. My sister mumbled, and dove into her dresser once again. She pulled a flower print garment out, smiled slyly, .. and thrust it out to me. It was a panty … but with garters dangling from the bottom ! It had tiny pink, blue and yellow flowers over a white background with white ribbon bows at the legs where the garters attached.

"Here ! You’ll need this. Put it on." Janey commanded.

My legs got rubbery as her friends shrill giggles filled the room as I stepped into this sissy garment.

Janey looked pleased when I got this in place, and hiding my male identity much better.

"Now for your bra." Janey announced.

"Hold out you arms." She ordered.

I was blushing from head to toe, with the girls giggling and carrying on, excited at putting a boy in such girlish frills, as I held my arms straight out in front of me. Janey slid the white cotton band up my arms, and her friends fastened the latch in back. Carol and Laura tugged at it, positioning it to their satisfaction. Janey pulled a couple pads from the back of her dresser.

"These are just what you need…. little sister…" Janey chuckled. "Say, we need a name for you."

Her friends laughed and giggled as they called out sissy girl names.

"I have just the name. ….. Kristi …. Kristi Ann." She pronounced.

I turned a little redder. It was the name of a neighbor girl I liked and played with a couple years earlier. Janey used to tease me a little about my playing some girl games with her. Kristi had since moved away.

"Oh … such a sweet name." Laura cooed.

All her friends thought it was such a pretty girl name.

"With such a pretty name we will have to dress her extra girlie." Debbie giggled.

Lindsey ran her hand over my leg.

"We have to do something about those legs though." Lindsey stated.

My legs were covered in short blonde hairs, with just a few darker brown ones.

They pulled me across the hall again, and they soaped my legs. Janey and Carol shaved them; and then they lifted my arms, and shaved the few hairs in my pits. Next, they put my head over the sink and poured some conditioner on my hair, wrapped it in a towel, and took me back to Janey’s room.

I was sat at Janey’s vanity, and a set of curlers were set in front of me. The girls giggled and laughed and chatted merrily as Janey, Laura, and Lindsey put my hair in curlers.

"Your hair is going to look so pretty now, ….. Kristi." Janey giggled.

Once my hair was all in curlers Janey selected a lacy white slip from her dresser, to more giggles and tittering from her girl friends.

"Oh …. This is so much fun !" Carol laughed.

They all agreed.

The porcelain white nylon had shiny ribbon straps, and the top and bottom had such sissy lace with a ribbon bow over the lace at the hem, and one in the middle of the bust too.

They all cooed girlishly as this was slid over my head, and smoothed into place. Debbie arranged the ribbon straps over my shoulders. I squirmed so helplessly over all this girlish sissiness.

Janey rooted in her closet. She produced one dress, … and then another, and still a third, to the delight of her girlfriends. Each of the dresses was held up to me, to their giggling squeals and taunts. When she held up the last, … a pink and white party dress with tiny blue and yellow flower accents, the room of sissy girls exploded in squeals of girlish delight.

"Oh Kristi Ann, … you’ll look so darling in this." Laura giggled.

The girls couldn’t wait to slip the frilly dress on me. It was light organza with a full flared skirt. The dress had a white, rounded, lace trimmed collar with rows of dainty lace down the front. The long sleeves were full and nearly sheer, gathered at the wrists with white banded cuffs which were accented with embroidered flowers and a pink ribbon bow. The dress had two layers of light silky material, and the lacy slip I wore under was somewhat visible, as were the two sets of straps. Visions of my sister in this dress years ago popped into my head. She had looked so sissy-girlish, and I had teased her a little. ……. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt one of the girls pulling at my waist; and I realized she was tieing the ribbon sash in a sissy bow in back.

"And now … for your nylons." Janey giggled.

She held up a pair of sheer, glistening, golden brown stockings. …. Oh, .. they looked sooo girlie !

I felt so embarrassed, and burned with shame as Laura and Lindsey lifted my sissy dress and lacy white slip to slide the sheer stockings up my now smooth legs. I felt like a melted puddle of pink as the girls delicate hands attached the garters high up my thighs to the sissy dark brown tops, surrounded by the frothy white lace. They had me stand and look in the mirror as they held up my dress. I looked at the stocking tops pulled taut by the garters.

"You liked to tease me about wearing stockings. How do you like them ?" Janey questioned. ….. "Don’t they feel nice ?"

I couldn’t answer. I was choked with total mortification.

The girls pulled the slip and skirt down, arranging them. The slip hem was ever so close to peaking out, and the skirt had to be tugged down to cover it.

"Oh … you look so cute !" Debbie squealed.

.Janey rummaged in her closet.

"I should have an old pair of dress shoes I wore with that dress." She stated.

She came out, holding a pair of white shoes with a strap up triumphantly. They had a short 1" heel.

"These are just perfect for a girl your age, Kristi Ann." Janey giggled.

The girls wasted no time slipping them on my feet; and I was told to walk around. I wobbled, and they giggled.

"Just take shorter steps Kristi." Laura advised.

"Ok, … now for a little makeup." My sister said.

I groaned, .. and complained.

"Just for that, we will make SURE we make you all pretty." Janey stated. "Debbie, … Lindsey, … why don’t you paint her fingernails while Laura and I do her makeup."

The girls all squealed in delight again.

I was sat at Janey’s vanity once again. They helped arrange my dress under me as I went to sit, and smoothed the skirt over my lap.

Janey grabbed her mascara brush first, and did my eyelashes; .. and then there was eye shadow, eye-liner, and then a light pink liquid over my cheeks, followed by powder blusher, pressed powder, and then the crowning glory … more pink lipstick, just as Debbie finished the last strokes of pink polish to my nails. The girls all cooed and giggled as they commented on what a cute girl I made.

"Oh, .. you make a pretty girl." Debbie giggled. "Are you sure you don’t want to become a girl ? You could wear dresses all the time."

My cheeks flushed a deep red as the girls tittered.

Lindsey felt my hair, and announced it was dry enough. They quickly took the curlers out, and exclaimed how nicely my hair held a curl, as Laura and Janey combed and brushed.

Laura found a pink satin ribbon on Janey’s dresser and pulled it through my now curly hair, and she giggled as she tied a pretty, pink, sissy bow above the new curled bangs they had given me. Her friends all squealed their approval as they looked me over.

"Oh .. Kev … I mean Kristi Ann, you look adorable !" Debbie exclaimed.

"Oh, yes … she IS !" Lindsey chimed.

The rest of the girls giggled and agreed.

She looks so much like a girl, she may even be able to straighten up with the chair… now." Laura giggled.

I looked at them questioningly.

"Oh, …. Didn’t we tell you ? Only girls can do that chair thing." Janey laughed.

I knew there was something amiss about that. I didn’t ask for further explanations. It was too late for me now.

I glanced over at the mirror. I looked like the prissiest of girls, … ready for some sissy party. I could see my face redden with embarrassment.

"Smile pretty Kristi !" Janey exclaimed.

I turned just as my sister snapped a picture. … I groaned.

"Well, now that we have a sweet little sister. She can go get her big sisters some refreshments, and serve us." Janey exclaimed, to resounding approval and giggling from her friends.

Janey, Carol, and Laura escorted me downstairs. By the time we got to the kitchen I had adjusted to the small-heeled girl shoes. I just had to walk more slowly and take shorter steps. Janey found a frilly white pinafore apron that was saved for special occasions, and the three of them cooed and giggled as they tied it around me.

"We wouldn’t want you to get your pretty dress dirty now." Carol laughed.

Janey had me get some glasses out as she rummaged to see what she could find. I poured coke into the glasses, and Janey arranged some cookies and snacks on a tray. Janey called for the other girls to come down, … and I met them in the living room with drinks and snacks. I had to make two trips, and her friends giggled at my dress and apron with all the girlish frills. My sister took a couple more pictures of me serving her friends in a dress and apron.

"Wow Janey, … you have such a cute little maid !" Debbie laughed.

I joined them, and they all made a fuss over me, making sure I sat properly and demurely in the party dress and apron. My legs felt so silky cool and girlie as the dress brushed over my nylon stockings.

They all watched as I ate a cookie, and took a drink. They were quick to remind me to watch how I ate, .. that I was to be dainty.

They sat and chatted, sometimes about me, and how sweet I looked, and how I should be made to dress this way more often, … and sometimes about the snow storm.

Yes, … the storm, I thought. At least with it snowing like that there wouldn’t be anyone coming in the door, … or even around to glance in the window. Thank goodness for small favors. There would only be mom when she got home from work. I wondered what she was going to say if they still had me dressed like this. She would probably laugh and say I deserved it. She always took Janey’s side.

Janey and Laura had helped bring the snacks and drinks in, but now they expected me to clean up by myself; and the girls were all elated as I took all the dirty dishes out to the kitchen.

"Oh MAN ! I gotta do this to MY little brother !" Lindsey laughed. "This is great !"

Lindsey sat giggling to herself for a second, and then added: "I can just see him in a frilly dress !"

The girls all thought of brothers, past boy-friends, cousins, and just annoying neighbor boys they would put in dresses, and giggled and laughed amongst themselves.

"Oh Kristi, … freshen your lipstick. You have to put on more lipstick after you eat." Janey giggled.

"I’ll get it." Debbie said. "I got to go upstairs and use the bathroom."

"Find her a purse to carry, Debbie. She needs to keep herself looking nice in such a pretty dress." Janey called. "Put a comb, lipstick, compact, …. and whatever in it for her."

The girls all giggled in amusement. Carol said something, and the other girls let out a couple of squeals, while Laura blushed a little. I didn’t catch it.

Debbie returned with a small white purse with a long strap. She came right over to me, and held it out to me. Janey told me to open it, and to fix my lipstick. Imagine my surprise when the first "tube" I pulled out was a Tampax ! ….. The girls let out shrill squeals of laughter. Laura blushed as much as I did. I wanted to melt into the floor. I just stood there, mortified as the girls nearly rolled on the floor. It was about five minutes before Janey reminded me again to replenish my pink lipstick. I went to put the tube to my mouth when they told me to use the compact mirror to see I did it correctly. My hands shook as I tried to comply. I couldn’t believe I was putting lipstick on myself. Janey snapped another picture before calling me over.

"Here, let me help." Janey offered.

She redid my lipstick, and then took the powder puff, and patted my face lightly, giving my nose a tiny pat at the end, playfully.

"We big sisters have to watch out for our little sisters." She told her friends.

They giggled.

We all sat around in the living room then, and they chatted. Her friends would come over by me one or two at a time, and play with my dress and apron, and tease me a little, telling me how pretty a girl I was.

It was around 1 PM that some of the girls were getting hungry.

"Well, we have our little homemaker. We can have her fix some lunch for us." Janey announced.

"Awww, Kristi, … you can cook too ? You are going to make some girl a pretty little wife." Lindsey giggled.

The other girls broke into laughter.

"Come on Kristi Ann, let’s see what we can fix."

Janey and I managed to find some sandwich fixings, and we made a big salad. The other girls wandered through the kitchen to see what we were doing, and to comment on the adorable little maid they had to wait on them. They all giggled and teased as I set the table in my frilly dress and lacy apron.

We were eating at the dining room table when the phone rang. Janey answered. It was mom.

"Hi mom, … no, we are fine. Yes, he’s here. We are both fine. … Oh … ok …. No …we’ll be fine. …….. Actually, … he’s being very sweet. … No, … really…. That’s fine … I don’t blame you …. No, we’ll be ok. …… Uh …. Mom, a few of my girlfriends came home with me from school, …. Is it ok if they spend the night ? … Yeah, … ok …. No,…. We’re fine mom, …. It’s ok. …. Ok …. Bye."

"Mom got out of work early, but she only got as far as Aunt Nancy’s. I guess the roads are really bad. She’s going to stay there until tomorrow, …… so, we are on our own till then…. " Janey announced, … smiling.

"It’s ok if you all want to spend the night. Hey ! We’ll have a slumber party ! …… Just us GIRLS !" Janey said, looking straight over at me, … and then around at her friends.

There was some giggles and squeals. It sounded like a great idea to them. They started talking of what to do, and what other girls they could get to come over, and what they would do about nightgowns, and ….. what about food supplies ?

Janey got on the phone to girls that weren’t too far away. …. She found two who would trudge through the snow to get here, and she asked them to bring extra nighties, and any snacks they could, but it didn’t sound promising for party snacks. Considering the snow, pizza delivery was out…… There was a store two blocks away. She said we ought to trudge down there for some. Hopefully they would still be open. She asked who wanted to go, … and all but Carol volunteered. My sister looked over at me, … and looked me up and down. …… Uh oh ! …. No ! She wouldn’t !

"We’ll have to see what we can get for you to wear ….. Kristi. You get to go grocery shopping with us !"

"NO !" I cried. "I can’t go out like this !"

"Why not? Nobody’s going to be out. Besides, no one would recognize you anyway. … You’re going ! But I think you can take off your apron now."

Her girl friends were all squealing with delight.

"I’ll go if you lend me a pair of your slacks, Janey." Carol piped up.

"Sure Carol, …. I can find you a pair."

"I get to change to slacks too ?" I questioned.

"No, … you get to wear what you have on. We’ll find you a coat, and some boots, … and a pretty scarf to cover your pretty hair-do."

"That’s no fair !" I protested.

"Hey, … we girls have to wear skirts and dresses to school all week. You are going to see what it’s like, …. right girls ?"

Her girlfriends all laughed. They thought it was great !

Janey found a coat that had gotten too small for her. It had a soft fur collar. She handed me a pair of black boots with a small heel, and it too had fur around the top. They were slightly big, but not much. Janey buttoned my coat, and pulled a silky white scarf with pink flowers over my head, and tied it under my chin. She pulled the pink lipstick out of my purse, and replenished my pink lipstick.

"We don’t want you to get chapped lips, … Kristi Ann." Janey giggled.

The girls giggled as they put on their coats, and pulled scarves over their heads. I was the only one in a skirt as we prepared to go out. Janey gave me a white fur muff to keep my hands warm. Her girlfriends giggled.

The snow was deep, but it just wasn’t the snow in my boots that made me yelp and shiver. The cold wind whipped around my nearly bare legs, and up my skirt. The thin nylon wasn’t much covering, but I found it was better than nothing as the cold wind found my bare thighs between my nylons and girdle.

The girls squealed as we set out. They all looked back at me to see how I was doing. Walking in the deep snow with your hands immobilized in front of you inside a muff was not easy. We did find a couple walks that were shoveled, but had to walk in car tracks in the street most of the way. Near the store the wind swept down the street and caught my skirt, lifting it. I yelped, to the delight of the girls.

"Mmmm pretty slip you’re wearing, Kristi." Lindsey called.

We stomped the snow from our feet as we entered the store. The lady cashier looked over at us and smiled. There was just one man in the store, besides us. The manager said they were closing early, … in 30 minutes.

We wandered the isles, looking for goodies, …. And loaded up on pop, ice cream, chips, and other snacks. We bought some chocolate chips. Janey said we’d make cookies.

As we unloaded the cart Janey told me to put on more lipstick for the trip back. The lady smiled and told me how pretty I looked. I blushed. She then said what pretty girls we all were, and they thanked her. The lady looked at my skirt beneath my coat, and my stockinged legs.

"That looks like a pretty dress dear. Are you having a party ?" She asked.

"Uh, … yes … it’s her … it’s kind of a graduation party…" Janey told her.

Her friends giggled.

The girls had to do the carrying. You can’t carry with your hands inside a muff.

They all asked me how I liked wearing a dress in the winter as we got back to the house. They all giggled.

Janey removed my coat and scarf, and had me put on lipstick again.

"You should have curtsied when the lady at the store complimented you Kristi." Janey giggled.

The girls all laughed at the suggestion.

"We forgot to teach you to curtsy. …. Well, we can teach you now."

Janey and Debbie gave me directions on how to hold the edges of my skirt, and put one foot behind the other and dip. They all giggled.

I had to help take things to the kitchen, and it was soon after when I was put in the lacy apron again, and had to wash the dishes from lunch. I had just finished when the doorbell rang. It would be Tammy and/or Sue, more of her girlfriends coming for the slumber party.

Janey told me I had to answer the door, and said I had to greet them with a nice, girlish curtsy.

I opened the door to find Tammy and Sue; and they looked at me a bit strangely what with me in a frilly party dress and lacy pinafore.

"Hello girls", I greeted, taking my lacy apron in my pink fingertips and curtsying. "Nice of you to come."

They stared for a few seconds, and broke into laughter.

"Who is this ?" …. ‘ somebody bring their little sister ? What did she do that you got her dressed like that …. and curtsying ?" Tammy asked, giggling.

The girls were all laughing.

"Take another look." Debbie said.

Tammy and Sue looked at me with not a sign of recognition. I hadn’t seen much of them. I only knew them slightly. They both shrugged.

"It’s Kevin…. Er uh … well, Kristi Ann, now." Lindsey announced.

They stood looking for several seconds before they broke into big smiles.

"You’ve got to be kidding ! …. ‘ a boy ?" Sue shrieked. ….. "I love it !"

"And she’s our little maid for tonight, … aren’t you Kristi." Laura commented.

I burned a bright crimson as I lowered my head, and nodded.

The girls all giggled and chattered about their small triumph over the male sex, while I hung up Tammy’s and Sue’s coats.

I returned to the living room, and Sue and Tammy looked me over. Tammy came over, and lifted the hem of my dress, …. and giggled.

"Oh, … nice stockings, … and a lovely slip." She chuckled. "And he blushes so sweetly."

The girls began telling them the whole story, and Sue and Tammy giggled, and looked me over with much interest.

Janey had me show them how I freshened my lipstick, and powdered my nose.

"Oh, … he looks so sweet !" Tammy gushed.

It was about an hour later when Laura, Tammy, and Debbie decided to bake the cookies; and I was enlisted to help them.

The girls all giggled and commented about their educating me in domestic duties as we left for the kitchen.

I took a large tray of chocolate cookies in to the girls when they were done. I was greeted with lots of smiles and teasing about how darling I looked in the frilly dress and apron upon my reappearance.

I shuttled between the kitchen and living room a lot as I waited on the girls. The girls made cute, teasing remarks as I brought them snacks and soft drinks; and they made sure I kept up my girlie appearance, despite the lack of attention to their own, as they relaxed in slacks and shirts in the living room. They primped at my apron and dress, and I had to keep my lipstick freshened, and had to regarter my stockings when they started to loosen at my knees. The girls loved that, as I hiked my dress up, and tugged at the tops of my stockings.

By 9:30 PM the girls were all in nighties, sleep shirts, or similar loungewear. Several of the girls had their hair up in curlers; while I was still fully dressed, including the frilly apron.

It wasn’t until 10:30 that Laura suggested they put me in a nightie to join them. Janey, Laura, Lindsey, Tammy, and Carol took me upstairs. Janey looked through her things until she found a blue and white baby doll nightie. I had to wear the bra I had on, and Janey had me wear a pair of snug panties under the bloomer type ruffled panty bottoms of the nightie. There was a large white satin ribbon bow at the bust of the nightie, and my hair ribbon was changed to a larger white satin to match. Janey had me wear a sheer white nylon robe over the top with sissy ribbon ties. I arrived downstairs to oohs and aahs from the girls …. To my first slumber party.

Tammy and Debbie joined on me the couch, and Tammy began primping my frilly nightie and robe, and playing with my curls, twirling one of my curls around her finger. Tammy wore a pink baby doll herself, unlike many of the girls who wore cotton nightshirts.

I was accepted into their group as they chatted about clothes, hair styles, boys, and school. Sometimes the topic of conversation would turn to me. They would giggle at how sweet and girlie I looked, and they would ask how I liked the party dress I wore, and how I liked wearing a bra and stockings. ….. I squirmed and blushed, and complained about being made to wear such sissy things, … but secretly enjoyed their attention.

Carol sat on the other side of the room, painting her toenails. It wasn’t long before the girls looked at my toenails, and Debbie suggested my toenails should be painted also. A bottle of pink polish appeared, and Debbie slipped down to sit on the floor, as she began turning my toenails pink, … to match my fingernails.

There I sat with Debbie working on my toenails and Tammy right next to me, playing with my hair. I found it rather exciting, despite how sissily I was dressed in ribbons and nylon. I was surrounded by older, rather cute girls; and I was getting such attention.

Laura and Tammy were the cutest. They were petite, and both had light brown curly hair. I had a little crush on Laura; but then she was 15, …. they were all 15 …. and there was no way.

Tammy’s silky nightie slid over my own as she cuddled next to me, and I stole glances at her smallish breasts, which were barely covered by the layers of sheer nylon. We looked quite similar. We could have been sisters. With my padded bra we had about the same shape; and I felt some sort of bond between us.

When the conversation turned to what they would do tomorrow, it soon became evident that I was included in their plans…. as Kristi. They talked of going downtown to window shop, and going over to Carol’s house to see a new dress she bought.

The subject of what I was going to wear came up. They all agreed the party dress was inappropriate, and that I would need something less dressy. They asked Janey as they inquired about what other dresses, or blouses and skirts might fit me. …. I sat there, shaken. I was again supposed to go out in a skirt ….. and nylons ? The girls all looked over, giggling, sizing me up for various items of clothing. Tammy giggled devilishly beside me, caressing my locks still.

"Oh, … and we could take Kristi shopping in "Goldman’s." Carol squealed. (a large department store downtown which was mostly women’s clothing)

"Yes, … she can try on dresses, along with the rest of us. … Oh, … and we can take her into the lingerie department, and have her try on bras !" Sue laughed.

The room exploded in giggles and squeals, while I turned beet red, and shrank down into the cushions.

It was several minutes of teasing, with more comments about what items of clothing I might be made to model for them, before the conversation moved on, and my face could at last return to a normal shade.

As much as I was enjoying being amongst the girls, despite my occasional high level of embarrassment, I had had a long tension-filled day; and I was exhausted. I slumped back against the cushions, and was pleasantly surprised when Tammy slipped her arm around me, and let my head rest on her chest and shoulder.

"Ahhhh, … she’s pooping out. …. Isn’t she cute ?" She whispered to the other girls.

I heard the girls giggle, and make comments again on how sweet I looked and acted as a girl….. as I drifted off……...

It was early morning, probably about 2 or 3 AM when Janey woke me. I noticed most of the girls were sacked out as Janey led me groggily upstairs to bed.

I was again wakened by my sister at 9 AM the next morning. I was surprised to find myself in bed… and in a bra and nightie !

I was ushered into the bath, and told to wash and dress. Janey had laid out some things….. pink panties, a different but similar white bra, the flowered girdle, and another full white lacy slip ! She can’t seriously want me to dress myself in these !

"Janey ….. " I whined.

"I know…., but I don’t have time. Get yourself dressed NOW … Kristi Ann ! …. And I MEAN it !"

I’m not sure what had happened to me, but considering everything yesterday I decided I better cooperate.

I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but after I washed I reluctantly slipped into the panties, … struggled with the bra, and turned red as I pulled the flowered girdle into place, and picked up the silky nylon slip to go over my head.

I walked over to Janey’s room where she sat in her bra and slacks, combing her hair.

"Hi Kristi, … come over here." She called.

She sat me down, ran a comb through my curls, and tied my hair with a satin ribbon again. She then handed me a pair of nylons to pull on. I looked at her in shock.

"Go on !" She ordered.

Janey sorted through her closet as I pulled the girlish film over my legs, attaching the tops to the garters. It was a rather arduous task for a boy, getting the garters clipped to the stockings. I looked down at the sissy, pink tipped fingers working with the silky film. Were they really MY hands ?

She held out a white blouse, and motioned for me to slip my arms in the sleeves. My sister slipped the blouse up my arms, and buttoned it up the back. She then handed me a pastel plaid, satin-lined, straight skirt, which I stepped into and pulled up. She zipped it, and did the button. She turned me around, and looked me over. She pulled a pink ribbon from her dresser top, and slid it under the rounded girl collar, and tied a bow.

"There, … that’s cute." She sighed.

She had me slip into the white shoes next; and then she hurriedly smoothed pink lipstick to my lips.

She pushed me out the door, and down to the kitchen. The skirt was restricting, not like the freedom the full skirt yesterday afforded. Although it wasn’t a tight skirt, it still confined my legs as I went to go down the steps. I had to turn slightly sideways to navigate. Janey tied the frilly apron around me again when we got to the kitchen.

"You get to man the kitchen. They will be getting up soon, and you will have get them what they want….. juice, milk, cereal, … (and she smiled slyly) or cook them eggs, … whatever…. Ok ? Try and clean up the kitchen, and you can help wred up the living room as the girls get dressed. …. Be a good girl, Kristi Ann." Janey giggled, patting me on the head as she left.

I looked down at how I was dressed as she left. Here I was …. Again !

I was cleaning the kitchen when Lindsey came in. She just wanted some juice, so I poured her a glass. She smiled.

"I gotta get me a little sis like you. You are such a doll."

She stumbled out, and made her way upstairs.

Things were pretty quiet until about 10:30 when a couple more girl began to stir. I had the kitchen pretty well wred up by then, and looked to get the living room straightened as they left their pillows and blankets to file upstairs to the bathroom.

Mom called. Here I was talking on the phone to my mother, dressed as a sissy girl.

"How are things over there this morning ?" She inquired.

"Fine", I replied

"Did you stay out of the girls’ way last night ?" She asked.

"Not exactly", I said.

"I suppose you were a pest, and made trouble." She grumbled.

"No, … not at all…. I … uh … we got along…" I stammered.

"Really ? …. Hmmm I suppose the house is a mess ?"

"No, … I uh … I mean we … uh are wreding up." I stuttered, knowing she would never believe I was doing it.

"Uh huh, … well I’m having lunch here, and then I’ll be home for dinner."

"Ok mom, … everything is just fine here, … really." I assured her.

The girls started coming down in various stages. Laura was looking all freshened and well groomed; but Debbie and Tammy were both a little disheveled, and Debbie was brushing her hair out. They were all a little hungry, so I retreated to the kitchen to help find them what they wanted.

"Do we have any eggs ?" Debbie asked.

"Uh … yes Debbie, …. Would you like me to fix some, … and maybe some bacon ?" I asked.

Debbie smiled.

"..’you cook ? … That would be nice… over easy." She giggled.

"Oh MAN ! … Wait til I get my hands on my little brother !" Said Lindsey, coming into the kitchen. "If he can only make half the little sister you are…."

I hadn’t cooked eggs but once, but I got out the eggs and bacon, and started frying. Debbie, Lindsey, Sue, and Carol sat around the kitchen table. I popped some toast in, and Tammy came in. She smiled, and came over to hug me.

"Oh, … you look so sweet again today, Kristi." She greeted.

As I worked at the stove, a slip strap slipped off my shoulder. Tammy giggled, and slipped her dainty hand inside my blouse, and fixed it.

"Thanks", I said, blushing, as she re-buttoned my blouse.

"Sure, … we girls have to watch out for each other." She giggled, as she tugged down on the bottom band of my bra.

I was serving the eggs when both straps on my left side slipped off my shoulder. I looked down at my blouse front. How do I get the straps up in this back button blouse with no way in ?

"Tammy, …. Help", I cried.

Tammy giggled, and fixed my straps again.

You’re learning about straps, …. and so many girl things." She laughed.

After everyone had eaten, it was my job to wred up, and wash the dishes, while the girls primped, and got ready to go downtown. I had nearly finished when Janey called. She and Tammy and Sue looked me over, and took me up to Janey’s room. They brushed and combed my hair, retied the hair ribbon in my hair; and set me down to make my face, …. like yesterday.

We came downstairs, me with makeup and the white purse over my shoulder. The girls cheered.

"Woo … woo, …. very pretty" Lindsey called.

Once again I was forced to leave the house in a skirt and with a fur muff. Just try walking with your hands in front of you…. And then try it in a skirt, in snow ! Everyone had to wait on me, because I just couldn’t walk very fast dressed like this.

Laura looked adorable in her white fur earmuffs.

Everyone was digging out, and there were a lot more people stirring than yesterday. Downtown was still pretty quiet for a Saturday afternoon as we entered Goldman’s.

I was the center of the girl’s attention, and they all had dresses, blouses and skirts to show me. All their gigggling would have attracted attention, but there was hardly anyone in the store.

I thought I had made it safely out of the dress department, when I was escorted into the girl’s dressing room. Tammy had found the sweetest formal prom dress for me to try !

I was helped out of my skirt and blouse, and into this pink satin gown, with a large bow in back. It had pink eyelet lace across the straight bodice, and around the hem. The dress had only spaghetti straps, so my bra and slip straps were exposed as they led me from the changing rooms to show the other girls. They all thought I looked sweet… of course. Tammy joked that she’d be my date…..

Once I was changed back into my skirt and blouse it was off to lingerie; and they all giggled and made little chirping noises as they had me look at panties, slips and bras. Lindsey and Debbie picked out a couple bras, and led me back to the changing room to try them on.

The girls were in a fine mood as we left the lingerie area. Tammy and Lindsey pulled me into the cosmetic section.

"May I help you girls ?" A lady asked.

"Do you give makeovers ?" Tammy questioned.

"Yes, we do. Would you like a demonstration ?"

"Oh, … not me… it’s for Kristi Ann, here." Tammy giggled.

"Kristi Ann, …. That’s a very pretty name." The woman cooed.

"Uh, .. thank you", I shakily replied, … and just as shakily curtsied.

The lady laughed.

"I didn’t think young girls did that anymore. How nice. …. Well, we’ll have to see how much prettier we can make you. You have such nice features, dear. Come on, and sit over here, while I pick out some nice shades for you."

I sat on the high chair, and the woman started in with liquid foundation. ….. She explained what each product was for, and what colors looked best for my skin tone. Tammy and Lindsey smiled as each cosmetic was applied. The lady made my face with liquids and powders and creams, and finally showed me three different shades of lipstick, and had me try each one. After 45 minutes I had to decline to make a purchase, and the three of us walked away. Tammy and Lindsey thought I looked great. She had made me look softer, more feminine, and my face "glowed". And after all those cosmetics, I didn’t even look like I was wearing a lot of makeup. I just looked….. so very pink … and girlie.

We walked along the streets, looking at the window displays. All eight of us stood looking at the window display at "Christine’s Bridal Shop". The girls fawned over the dresses in the window.

It was 3:30 by the time we made it back to our house; and the girls decided they would head home for dinner. They all made a fuss over me, and they all hugged me good-bye. Tammy gushed over me, and hugged me several times.

"You can come over and visit me any time you wish Kristi." She giggled.

I blushed.

Laura was the only one left as we bid them all good-bye.

Janey said we should tidy up the house, and surprise mom.

I did the last few dishes left in the kitchen. When I came out the living room hadn’t looked better. I looked down at my blouse and skirt and nyloned legs.

"Can I change now ?" I pleaded.

"I don’t know. ….. Mom might like the change." Janey answered.

I blushed at the thought of mom seeing me like this.

"It would be a shame to waste that nice makeover you got. You look so pretty."

"Janey…….. !" I whined.

"Oh, … all right, … but I want a picture of how pretty you look with your makeup and all."

I not only had to let her take more pictures, but had to pose for her. Janey arranged my blouse and skirt, as well as my hands and feet as I sat demurely in a chair. She also took a close-up with me holding my hands on either side of my face, and smiling. Such girlish poses…..

"Ok, we can take you upstairs now, and get you out of your pretty clothes and makeup. It’s a shame though. ….. Gosh, … you should have been a girl. I could have had such a cute little sister."

I wore a shirt and pants when I returned downstairs.

My hair refused to give up it’s curls so easily. The girls were right. My hair held a curl … very well; … but then I figured after a couple shampooings it would be back to nearly normal, …. by Monday, if I was lucky. Mom was sure to notice though. What was I going to tell her ?

Just then the door opened… Mom was home.

 

The End ?

 

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