Summertime Girls

by Jennifer White

 

"I'm bored" I told my mom.

Here it was in the middle of July, and there was nothing to do. I didn't have a baseball game until tomorrow night. I was in a fight with Ken from across the street, so our moms wouldn't let us play, because we got too rough with each other. I was out of money, because the weather was so hot and dry that nobody's lawn was growing, and that meant there weren't any for me to cut. What's a boy with no money and no access to friends supposed to do? I was bored.

"Tomorrow, after your teams last game, I've decided that we'll take a little trip up north. You're going to stay with your Aunt Grace and your cousin Lisa for two weeks."

I was immediately excited. Up north with my tomboy cousin mean hiking in the woods, fishing, running around, throwing the football, playing basketball, chopping wood for the fire, and lots of other fun stuff like swimming in the lake, and paddling around in the canoe. Lisa and I had been pretty close, and had done so much together over the years. Now we were both teenagers, and we still emailed each other regularly, although I hadn't been up there to visit them for about a year.

I packed my bags. This was going to be great! A vacation from my summer vacation.

 

* * *

 

The hardest part about going up north to visit my Aunt Grace and cousin Lisa, was that it took about five hours of riding in the car. When we first left the city, traffic was so slow, and we just crept along. I *hated* that. I tried to read a book or play my handheld video game, but I was too wound up with excitement to concentrate.

At last we left the city behind. As we got further and further north, the traffic got lighter. Now we were flying along the highway, getting closer and closer. We stopped once for gas, and to have some burgers for lunch. Well, burgers for me. Mom had a salad.

Now it was the last stretch, just another hour and half to go! The farmer's fields started to become fewer, as we reached an area that was hillier, with more trees. I always knew we were getting close when the trees got so big and so thick. Just a few more miles to go! Over the big hill, then left. Down through the valley, then right. Over the stream, 3rd dirt road on the left. And there we were. 1959 Cedar Creek Road. We had arrived at last!

 

As we pulled up, mom beeped the horn. I could see Lisa and Aunt Grace sitting on the big front porch, drinking iced tea, waiting for us. I got out of the car, and ran up to greet them. Aunt Grace looked the same as always, with her long hair done up, wearing a house dress. But I was shocked to see my cousin Lisa.

Lisa had always been a tomboy. She had always worn her hair short, along with scruffy clothes, like the kind I wore. Cut off jeans, and a T-shirt for me today. But the Lisa I saw wasn't what I remembered. She had become a *girl*.

I mean, she was always a girl of course. But now her hair was shoulder length, and styled with pretty curls. She was wearing makeup! She had lipstick on and mascara. She had developed two very noticeable mounds on her chest. And for the first time since I had ever known her, she was wearing a skirt. She had become a girl!

I stood there with my mouth gaping open, I guess. She came over, hugged me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She had never kissed me before! I could smell *perfume* on her. How could this be the girl that I used to have so much fun with? What had happened to her?

Luckily though, while her outward appearance had changed, she *was* still my cousin Lisa. She took me inside to show me a fish she had caught a few months ago, and had mounted. We talked just like old times. It was just weird to have her voice coming out of the body of a girlie-girl. I kept noticing things, like how her nails were painted, even on her toes! Or how her ears were pierced now. I just could not get over how she had changed.

 

Aunt Grace was a wonderful cook, and as usual, she made a big meal for us. I would eat well the two weeks I was up north with them! Aunt Grace was my mom's older sister. Both her and my mom had married early, and both were divorced now. They were close, and always kept in touch. We just didn't get to see them very often, because of the distance between us.

We all talked and laughed as we ate, and it was like old times. But I couldn't take my eyes off of the, um, "developments" on Lisa's chest, as well as how the rest of her had changed. I could see the outline of a bra under her shirt, and it sent shivers through me.

I guess at this point, I ought to tell you something about myself. You see, for just about as long as I can remember, I was always fascinated with girl's clothes and things. When mom was at work, and I was alone, I had gone through her things more times than I could count. I'd "borrow" one of her bras for example, and wear it until I felt too guilty, then I'd put it back in place.

Over the years, I had tried on her panties, her blouses, her dresses, stuffed her bras full, worn her pantyhose, and more. I think that a part of me had always wished that I was a girl. And so when I saw these changes in my cousin Lisa, I guess that part of me had to be really jealous. Why couldn't *that* have happened to me?

And so, what happened next put me right in the path of temptation. You see, it was time for me to unpack, after we finished dinner, and my mom kissed me good-bye, and drove back home. I took my suitcase, and I was going to carry it down to the basement, where I'd sleep on the old couch.

"No!" said Lisa. "You're not sleeping down there. I am."

"I don't mind" I said.

"Well I do. You're company. *You* are going to sleep upstairs in my room. *I* will sleep on the cough. I don't mind. I sleep down there half the time in the summer anyway."

"But..." I said.

"Don't argue!" she replied. "No go upstairs. I've cleared out the top drawer of my dress for you. Go!"

 

I went upstairs, and unpacked my things into Lisa's dresser. And then I couldn't help it. I shut the door to her room so nobody could see, and I opened up one of her drawers to see what was in it. Bras and panties! Then I looked in the next one: and there were her nylons! One was full of fluffy sweaters. Another had her socks, which were mostly anklets, with pink trim.

I went to hang up a couple of my shirts in her closet. There I saw skirts, dresses, girl's jeans, blouses, camis, and all sorts of frilly things. I knew that over the next two weeks, I was going to have to check some of these things out for myself! I might even have to take a thing or two back home with me.

I looked her bed now. It had a pink and white comforter on it, and pillows with lacy trim. On her night stand were copies of Cosmo and Glamour. I'd have some reading to do too! I felt shivers all over. I wished that this *was* my room. If I had been a girl, this was the room I would have wanted, right down to the lace curtains.

 

I put my suitcase on the shelf of the closet, and went downstairs to talk to Lisa and to Aunt Grace. We had a lot of catching up to do. And speaking of catching, I didn't want to get caught going through Lisa's things! Now wasn't the time; it would be suspicious if it took me over and hour to unpack! So I sadly left all of her exciting girlie things behind, and went downstairs.

 

* * *

 

The first full day there was fun. We went for a long walk on the hiking trail. But it seemed weird for Lisa to be wearing cropped jeans with a very girlish cut, instead of shorts. And she was wearing a skimpy tank top, that seemed to empathize her "assets". Her long blonde hair swung to and fro as she walked. Even her walking motion seemed different now, in that she swung her hips instead of walking like a boy.

But we talked about everything, and that part of our relationship seemed unchanged. When we got back to the house, I chopped firewood for a while, as she helped her mom cook (something she *never* used to do!).

 

"Why is there so much wood to chop?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't do that anymore. Too hard on my hands and my nails. We have someone come by every few months to haul firewood, chop it up, and other odd jobs.

It was disappointing; she didn't do those things anymore. Just like a girl.

 

That night after dinner, I told her and Aunt Grace that I was feeling tired from doing so much outside all day, and that I was going to be early. In fact, I was going upstairs to put on one of Lisa's bra and panty sets, then to wear one of her skirts, and to lay on her bed, reading her magazines, and dreaming of myself as a girl.

I tried on three of her skirts before I found one I really liked. It was navy, and came down to my knees. Then I found a nice white blouse, and put that on. I laid on my stomach, and curled my legs up behind me, as I read articles on makeup, clothes, fashions, accessories, as well as relationships, and gossip about movie stars.

 

I slept in her pink silky nightie that night, which was *so* awesome feeling. I had a great night's sleep, and woke very rested in the morning. After I dressed up, I went downstairs. Aunt Grace made us waffles for breakfast, which was a real treat. After we ate, Lisa went up to her room to get dressed, and then we were going out to walk in the meadow.

 

We headed out, carrying our picnic lunch for the afternoon. It was so nice and peaceful out there, and you'd get to see wildlife like deer if you were quiet. We found a nice spot on the hillside, and laid down the blanket, and set things up. As we talked, her tone suddenly turned serious as she looked at me.

"I need to ask you something important" she said.

"Sure" I replied. "Ask away."

"Now I don't mean this in a bad way" she said. "And I hope you don't take offense."

I shrugged. I didn't know what she meant.

 

"When I got dressed up this morning" she said, "I couldn't help but to notice that several of my things weren't in the right spot. One of my skirts wasn't hung up properly. My panty drawer was open, just a little, and it looked like someone had gone through it."

I immediately started to blush. I looked down at the ground. I felt so stupid! I had been caught red-handed. I was so excited that I hadn't been as careful as I should have. Stupid!!!

"Tell me" said Lisa, gently. "It was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes" I whispered as I nodded. "I'm sorry."

"You've got an interest in my things, don't you?" she said.

"Yes!" I said again. "And I'm sorry!! I won't do it again."

She was a girl now, so she would probably start crying, or tell me that she hated me. Or she'd tell her mom, who would tell my mom, and I'd be in huge trouble. I was *so* scared. I didn't know what to do! So I was really surprised when she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me.

"That's okay" she said. "I'm not mad at you or anything. Come on, lets go for a walk!"

 

I followed her, almost feeling stunned that she had just shrugged it off like it was nothing. I was *so* thankful that she was letting me off the hook. I had so many warm feelings towards her at that moment. I loved her. We spent the rest of the day together having fun, and she never said another word about me being into her things.

We had a great time, as always, then came back home. I chopped some wood, while she helped get dinner ready. We ate our meal, then played cards for hours as we told and retold old stories from our family. I loved when Aunt Grace told me about her adventures with my mom when they were young girls. I learned a lot about my mom I never would have guessed at!

 

It was time for bed now. I said goodnight, then went and brushed my teeth. I went into my bedroom (Lisa's bedroom really, but mine for the duration of my stay!). I turned on the lights, and got a real shock as I saw something on the bed. There was a bra and panty set there, along with a note! I hurried to shut the door, and then dashed over to read what it had to say.

The note was in the pretty handwriting of a girl, in red ink. It said "Please wear these tomorrow. For me." It was signed with just the letter "L". Needless to say, I was stunned. Lisa *wanted* me to wear a bra and panties tomorrow? I immediately got fully aroused. She *wanted* me to dress up in her things!

I was so excited that I could hardly sleep. Tomorrow, I was going to wear a bra and panties, and it was going to be *all right* to do it! This was something I had dreamed of doing all my life, but had always been ashamed of. Now it was okay to do it! I was so happy that night, and I had the sweetest dreams.

 

* * *

 

In the morning, I got up and showered. As usual. But now, when I got back to 'my' room, I put on a bra and panties, before putting on my cut-off jeans and T-shirt that I'd be wearing all day. I was *so* aware of my girlie underwear as I walked around! I wondered if Lisa or Aunt Grace could noticed it. I was scared that Aunt Grace would find out what Lisa and I were up to!

We ate breakfast, and they both acted like everything was normal. I was relieved. So Aunt Grace *didn't* know. And Lisa wasn't making a big deal of it. We went for a bike ride after breakfast, and still she didn't say anything. I noted that I was riding a *girl's* bike. Of course, with just the two of them living there, they wouldn't have a boy's bike. But it excited me further to think I had on girl's underthings, and I was riding a girl's bike!

Still Lisa didn't say anything to me about it, and *I* wasn't about to bring up the subject. It wasn't until after lunch, when we were walking down the hiking path side by side, that she finally said something to me.

 

"Tell me cous" she said, "are you wearing those things I put on the bed for you?"

"Yes" I said, in almost a whisper. We were alone in the woods. Nobody would hear us except the squirrels. But still, it was hard for me to say it out loud!

Lisa smiled at me.

"It took a lot of courage for you to do that" she said. "Now tell me. How does it *feel* to wear them all day?"

"I have to say, it feels wonderful" I replied. "Like I have a newfound freedom to do something I've always wanted! It makes me tingle all over to think that I've got them on."

"So you really like it, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes" I said. "I really do."

 

"Lets be serious for a minute" she said, stopping, and turning to face me. "I want to know something. Do you like to dress up because you're interested in boys?"

"No!!!!" I said. "No way. I like girls. Just girls. Only I like to wear their clothes."

"Okay, I get it!" she said. "I just wanted to know."

"Well, now you do" I said, defensively. I didn't want to be with a *boy*. That was gross! I loved girls, as I told her. But sometimes, I wanted to *be* one.

 

"Okay, so you only like girls" she reiterated. "But you like how it feels to dress up in girl's clothes, right?"

"Exactly" I said, as we started walking again.

"Do you want to keep on exploring, while you're up here?" she asked, in that gentle tone of voice.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I mean, do you want to go further with this? Wear more than just a bra and panties? You can wear *all* girl's clothes. You can try on makeup. I can help teach you about being a girl. You'll be safe. Nobody will have to find out about it. There won't be any shame or anything. Just a chance for you to keep exploring this side of yourself."

 

I was of course surprised by this offer! And of course, there was no way I would do anything but to accept it.

"That would be so wonderful" I said. "Yes, I want to keep exploring. With your help."

 

Lisa reached for my hand, and gave it a squeeze. I tingled all over from feeling her touch. I had friends who were girls, but no *girlfriends*. Her hand felt so warm and so soft. Just like her. She made me feel so special!

"Don't be afraid" she said. "I'm your cousin, and you've always been a good friend. I would never hurt you. This is going to be fun for us!"

I smiled and squeezed her hand back. I tingled all over inside. She was going to help me feel like a girl.

 

When I went to bed later than night, there were some clothes laid out on the bed for me, along with a pink shaver, and a note. It read:

 

"Please wear me tomorrow. But first, shave your body and your legs! L."

 

I looked at what she had chosen for me. There was a white tank top (with scalloped lace trim on the straps over the shoulders and around the neckline), along with a pair of girl's cropped jeans, and a fresh pair of white cotton panties. There was also a pair of the anklet socks, with the pink trip at the top. I couldn't wait to put it all on tomorrow!

I fell asleep with visions of girlish things dancing in my head.

 

* * *

 

In the morning, I got up and took my shower as usual. But this time, I used my pink shaver to get rid of all the hair on my legs, my chest and under my arms. There wasn't too much there, but enough that it wouldn't look right on a *girl*. I felt *so* excited as I dried off, then started to put on the clothes!

The bra wasn't as big of a deal this second day; I had worn it all day yesterday, and I felt more used to it. Same with the panties, although I loved how soft the felt on me! Then I picked up the tank top. I slipped it on over my head, and looked at myself in the mirror. The straps going over my shoulders were wide enough to hide the straps of my bra. But the scalloped edging was so frilly and girlie, that you'd never mistake this top for one of mine!

Now I took the jeans. They were cropped, so they would come down just to my knees. They were cut for a girl though, so when I pulled them on, I noticed a few things right away. First of all, they were a little loose on my hips, but very tight above them! Lisa was thinner at her waist then at her hips. I wasn't. So they were hard to button up!

Perhaps more alarming though, was the fact that there was no room in the crotch. With my jeans, they were cut so that there was plenty of room for me down there. Not these. They were really tight in the crotch, and it took some getting used to! I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed like a girl!

But I didn't look like a girl. I looked like a boy in girl's clothing. As I was admiring myself, there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" I said.

"Hi" said Lisa. "Can I come in?"

"Sure!" I said.

 

She walked in and smiled at me.

"Look at you!" she said. "You're so cute! Turn around!"

I turned in a full circle, so she could see me from all sides. She smiled so warmly, to reassure me that everything was all right.

"Very good" she said. "Now lets get a little makeup on you. Have a seat here, and I'll explain what I'm doing. Then tomorrow, you can start to put it on for yourself."

 

I was thrilled. I had dreamed of wearing makeup, but I had never done it before. She started with my eyes. She applied a little bit of eyeliner around them, which she explained would make my eyes look more prominent. Then she put on a little bit of peach color on my eyelids and eye sockets, with a little bit of pink. She said that would make my eyes look bigger and softer. She told me to be sure to use the lighter shade on the eyelids, and the darker shade in the outer corners.

Next, she pulled out a tube. She unscrewed the top, and I could see that it was a wand with a brush. She had me close my left eye, as she ran the brush through my eyelashes. They immediately became darker and for more noticeable.

"This is mascara" she instructed. "You can see what it does for your eyes!"

"Oh yes" I said, watching as my eyelashes suddenly made the whole look of my face change.

"Now it is very important that you cover your lashes from the root, all the way to the tip. You can kind of wiggle the wand like this to lay down some color, then pull through your lashes like this to spread it out evenly. Make sure you use full strokes. It's trickier with the lashes below your eyes though. Try not to poke your eye!"

"I'll try to remember that" I replied.

"You have very pretty eyes" she told me.

"That you" I said, feeling a chill all over. Pretty. Me!

 

Next, she put just a hint of color on my cheeks, followed by a soft pink lipstick, which had a shimmery color. She sprayed me with a puff of perfume, and my face was all done. Now she turned to my hair.

 

My hair was a little long for a guy, but not really long enough for a girl. She pulled the hair on my left side back first, and used a bobby-pin to keep it up. Then she did the same on the other side. Lastly, she gathered it in back, and used an elastic band to pull it into a tight ponytail.

 

"Look at you! You look so good as a girl" she said.

"Thank you" I replied, gaping at myself in the mirror. The clothes had done a little to change my look; the makeup had done a *lot*. Now I almost looked like I *was* a girl.

"Are you ready for breakfast?" she asked.

"Yeah" I replied. "I'm hungry!"

 

Just then it hit me though. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. If I went to breakfast looking like *this*, like a girl, then Aunt Grace would see me! I couldn't let her see me like this! I had to hide from her! I heard footsteps in the hallway.

"You've got to hide me! She's coming!" I said.

Lisa looked so calm. How could she be calm, when I was about to get caught like this? I felt a panic sweep over me, and my mind was paralyzed.

 

"Girls, your breakfast is ready!!!" called out Aunt Grace.

 

Girls? She knew already! She *knew*!

"Lisa?" I said.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you already" she replied. "My mom knows everything about what we're doing. Actually, dressing you up was all *her* idea in the first place. She understands, and she wants to help you as much as I do. You don't have any reason to fear anything from her. She is going to be supportive. In fact, she's going to treat you like you *are* a girl, for the rest of the time you're here."

"She is?" I said.

"Yes. She will behave exactly like she did when cousin Mindy visited last month. As far as she's concerned, for the remainder of your stay, you *are* a girl. You are a *neice* to her now."

"Wow" I said.

Lisa nodded.

"Now come on, I'm hungry too!"

 

She took me by the hand, and pulled me out the door. We walked up to the table, where our breakfast was waiting for us. Aunt Grace was seated at the table already, pouring out fresh squeezed orange juice for us.

"Come on girls, it's getting cold" she said.

It felt so weird, but so wonderful to be called a girl!

"Sarah" she said, "Can you please pass me a napkin?"

"Sure Aunt Grace" I said, handing her one.

Sarah! She was calling me by a girl's name!

"Thank you Sarah. You look very pretty today. You have your mother's eyes, you know."

I smiled and blushed. I didn't know how to take a compliment like that!

 

After breakfast, Aunt Grace told us that she needed to go into town to do some shopping. That left Lisa and I alone all day. We cleaned up the kitchen, then went out for a long walk in the woods, as usual. But now, I looked pretty, like she did. I was dressed in girl's clothes. She treated me like a *female* cousin, calling me 'Sarah'. I was *so* happy.

"Sarah, how does it feel to be a girl?" she asked.

"It feels wonderful!" I said. "I mean, I feel so free, like this is *me*. The way you've treated me, and the way your mom has treated me, it's just so cool. The more I feel like a girl, the better I feel inside."

 

She took me by the hand as we continued to walk together. She told me about how girls relied on their emotions more, and how talking was more important to them than it was to guys. She said that if I was to be a girl, I would need to really get in touch with emotions, and become able to express them better. She said she'd help me, and she'd teach me.

And so we spent hours talking about how girls think, and about feelings. Lisa told me about her relationship with her mother, then asked me to talk about mine. I had to admit that I felt jealous; she was obviously much closer with her mom than I was. But in all, it was a wonderful day; my first fill day "as a girl".

 

We got back home, and Lisa had me help her prepare for dinner. We peeled the potatoes, washed up the lettuce for the salad, chopped up green peppers and cucumbers, then tossed them in the salad along with cherry tomatoes. We were just about done, when Aunt Grace returned home.

"Hi Lisa, Sarah" she said. "Thanks for helping with dinner."

"No problem mom" said Lisa.

"Oh Sarah, can you come here for a moment? I bought a few things for you while I was out shopping."

"Sure" I said, drying my hands off on the towel, then walking over to see what she had for me. We went to 'my' bedroom, where she had several shopping bags waiting for me on the bed. I eagerly opened them up, to see what she had bought me.

First of all, there were several bras, and two different three-packs of panties, in different colors.

"Now you don't have to borrow Lisa's anymore. You can wear your own" she said. "I can't believe that a girl your age would forget to pack her own underwear! You're a silly girl sometimes, Sarah."

I now looked in the next bag. There were three shoe boxes. I opened up the first one. It had white tennis shoes, with pink trim.

"Go ahead, try them on for size" said Aunt Grace.

I tried them on, and they fit perfectly! I wondered how she knew my exact shoe size, but I didn't think about it much, because there were two more boxes to open. The next one had brown casual boots. They had heels and pointy toes. They were really cool. They fit perfectly too.

The last box had a pair of shoes, also with heels. I tried them on, and felt giddy as I buckled up the straps. I was wearing heels! I decided I'd wear these around the house all the time, and wear my boots when we went out. I wanted to be in heels *all* the time!

 

The next bag had clothes in it. A frilly tank top, not too different from the one I had on now, except that this one was pink with white trim. There was a frilly blouse, with ruffles going down the middle, and on the cuffs of the sleeves. She had also bought me a denim skirt which I could wait to try on, pantyhose, and a yellow sun dress. Lastly, there was a pink cami, which was made from a shiny silky fabric, with glittery sequins around the top.

 

"You open that last bag, and try them on, while I go get something from the basement" said Aunt Grace.

"Thank you so much for all my new clothes!" I said.

I came over and kissed her on the cheek, like I had seen Lisa to do my mom when we had arrived.

"You're quite welcome Sarah" she said. "A pretty girl should have pretty things to wear. I'll be right back with something else for you in a few minutes."

 

I looked in the last bag, and gasped. There was a box there, which I pulled out. There was a picture of the contents inside: a pair of silicone breast forms. They looked just like real breasts, including a big nipple, and a dark ring of color around it! I opened the box and looked at them. They seemed so intimidating!

I had worn bras before and stuffed them, but never with anything that looked like these. I carefully took them out of the box, and placed them into my bra now, one after the other. Then I stared at myself in the mirror. It looked like I had two big mounds on my chest. Just like Lisa. Just like Aunt Grace. Just like a *girl*.

I felt myself, down between my legs, trying to get really hard. Seeing myself with breasts was a huge turn-on! I loved how I felt! I felt like a girl! I was so happy!

 

I read the paper that came with the box. It explained how to care for my new forms, how to wash them and treat them. It also explained how they could be glued on, to help keep them in place, or to wear them with something strapless. I put the paper in the box, and slid it under the bed. These would be my most treasured possessions.

I cupped my hands over them. They seemed so huge to me! They were so realistic. I liked how it felt to have breasts on my chest. I loved it!

 

A few moments later, Aunt Grace returned with some more things for me from the basement. One was an old girdle of hers, which she said would help with my figure. Another was a corset, which I could also wear to help pinch in my waist, and give me curves. She also had an old flannel nightgown for me, since it got chilly there at night, being up north.

 

I went back out to the dinner table with her, feeling all proud of my new breasts. But Lisa didn't say anything. She didn't even seem to notice them.

"What do you think of them?" I asked her.

"Of what?" she replied.

"These!" I said, putting my hands over them.

"Oh. Your boobs. Yeah, girls have them. Big deal. I mean, when I first started to develop, I felt so excited, because I thought that once I had boobs, I'd be a *woman*, instead of just a girl. And I felt jealous of the girls at school with bigger boobs then mine. But then I came to realize they didn't mean anything. They're just boobs. The size of your chest has nothing to do with who and what you are. Being stacked doesn't make you a woman, any more than having a flat chest doesn't make a girl masculine."

She took a bite of her salad.

 

I hadn't ever thought of that. I guess girls were just used to always having breasts, or boobs as she called them. Just like the bra I was wearing. It was a big deal to me, because I normally didn't wear one. But to the girls, it was just a piece of clothing.

I had so much to learn about being a girl! I was so glad that I had two wonderful relatives like this to help me.

 

* * *

 

The next day was exciting for me. After I showered, I put on my bra, with my new breast forms. Then I put on the girdle that Aunt Grace gave me, followed by my new denim skirt, and the white blouse with the frilly cuffs. I did my hair the way that Lisa had showed me yesterday, and I put on my own makeup for the first time. Not as good as she had done it, but not too bad considering. As a finishing touch, I put on my new boots, with the heels. They came up to just below my knees, and fit perfectly.

We ate breakfast together, but it was so cloudy outside that it seemed like early in the morning. As Lisa and I started to do the dishes, it started to drizzle outside.

"Oh no" I said. "We won't be able to go out and do anything!"

"That's all right Sarah" she said. "We'll find something to do indoors today."

 

We started out by watching a movie, all three of us together on the couch. We ate popcorn and talked as we watched it. It was about two girlfriends who had grown up together, then drifted apart. Now, they were both divorced, and they were getting together for the first time in twenty years.

It was a very emotional movie to watch. Quite different from the action films or comedies I usually liked to see. I figured that Lisa had selected this one for me to learn something from, about female friendships. So made sure I plaid close attention to it.

After it was done, all three of us discussed it.

"What do you think she was feeling when she found out that Roger had left her for a younger woman?" asked Lisa for example. She wanted me to feel what the women in the film had felt. I had never thought much about *feelings*. I had just liked to dress up in girl's clothes. There was more to being a girl then just wearing a skirt, I could see.

 

During this time, they both helped me with my 'manners'. For example, Aunt Grace was appalled at how I was sitting.

"Young lady!" she said, "You're wearing a skirt, and sitting with your knees apart? Not in my house!"

 

I had to work on my posture, how I sat, how I crossed me legs, and many other things. Things that girls like Lisa did effortlessly, I had to work at. But then, she had a whole lifetime to learn these things, and they were all new to me. Aunt Grace might have sounded harsh to me, but she was treating me like she would her daughter. And I appreciated it.

 

After lunch, the girls had me go into the kitchen with them.

"It is time you learn how to cook, Sarah" said Aunt Grace. "Today, we're making a pie. Lets start with the crust."

 

I had *eaten* pies a zillion times. I had never *made* one though. I didn't realize how much work it was! First, we made the crust, while Lisa peeled and sliced up the apples. Aunt Grace showed me how to use the rolling pin to flatten it out. We cut a circle of it, and laid it into the pie tin (after coating it so the crust wouldn't stick). Then she had me take the scraps, mush them into a ball, then roll it all flat again. Good thing I had an apron on, with all the flour you use!

Now she had me cut the flattened dough into strips. She showed me how to arrange them on top of the pie to make a lattice crust, after Lisa put in the apples and spices. Then as a final touch, Aunt Grace showed me how to crimp the edges, where the upper lattice crust met the lower crust. The oven was preheated. Now all we had to do was to wait.

 

Next, we did some chores.

"Do you do the wash at home?" asked Aunt Grace.

"No" I replied. "Mom does that."

"Well, it is time for you to learn how" she told me.

 

We went to the laundry room, where there was a large hamper full of dirty clothes. She had me separate out the darks and whites. Then I had to take out from the white pile the ones that couldn't be bleached. She explained that the bleach would fade the colors, so you had to use dried bleach on them.

It was pretty easy then: set the washing machine for the load size, and the temperature. Hot for white, cold for dark (so the colors wouldn't run). Put in the detergent, and the fabric softener. Then let it run.

"That's so easy" I said. "What's the big problem?"

"You'll see" she said.

 

We did some dusting around the house, when I heard the washer buzz to indicate it was done. Now I had to go back, take out the clothes, unball them, and throw them in the dryer. Except that some of the clothes couldn't take the heat from the dryer, so they had to be hung up to dry. Then start the dryer. Then put in the next load of wash.

Now back to the dusting and cleaning... until the dryer was done. Take the clothes out, and put them in a laundry basket. Take the clothes out of the washer, and put them in the dryer, except the ones that needed to be hung up. Fold the clothes in the laundry basket. Put them away. Then get ready for the next load.

"And then we'll have to iron a few things" said Aunt Grace. "And you're lucky, we're not washing sheets and pillowcases today, so you don't have to make and unmake all the beds in the house."

 

Meanwhile, the timer went off for the pie, which needed to be take out to cool. You couldn't just do one thing when you were doing this "woman's work". You had to wait on one thing, so you did another. But then something you did earlier needed you to go back to it, so you were always juggling three things at a time.

I told Lisa I was impressed.

"I never realized it was so hard to do all of this. I always thought of housework as being easy."

"If you think this is hard" said Aunt Grace, "just imagine doing this when you're pregnant. Or when you have a young child who needs constant supervision. I don't know how my mother did it, with two girls and four boys!"

"Wow" I said, feeling a new appreciation for my own mother, and for my grandmother.

 

We went through old family photo albums, and talked about my grandmother some more, along with my mom. I had known what male bonding was, but I had never appreciated that women had close female relationships in the same way. I was excited. I was learning so much.

 

* * *

 

The next day was fun for me, because I got to go outside in a skirt for the first time. Lisa and I went out to the meadow, and picked bunches of wildflowers, and long grasses with the seeds at the top. We went out to the lake next, and found a couple of pieces of good driftwood. We took it all back to the house, and arranged the flowers with the grasses, gluing them onto the driftwood. When the flowers dried up, we'd spray them with a coating, so they'd last.

"You can hang yours on the wall in your room" she said, "so you'll always remember your vacation."

"I'll do that" I said.

I didn't care that people might think it funny for a boy to have a dried floral arrangement on the wall; it would always remind me of when I was a girl.

 

I helped cook dinner that night, peeling the potatoes, and helping to make the roast. We had a great dinner, and ate the last of the apple pie for desert. After Lisa and I cleaned up the kitchen together, we lit a fire in the fireplace, then sat on the couch together.

"I'm going to teach you something cool tonight" she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Cross-stitch" she said.

 

She showed me the pillow on the arm of the couch. It had a pattern stitched onto it, with her name.

"I made that" she said. "And I'll teach you how."

"That looks so good!" I said. "I thought that was store bought."

"Nope. That was me. Now lets get started."

 

First, we went through several patterns, until we found a nice one that said "Home Sweet Home". Then we prepared a piece of fabric with the pattern. She showed me how to stretch the fabric tight using a pair of hoops that interlocked. Now the sewing could begin.

It was painstaking work, making sure you put the needle into the right hole, in just the right spot. At first, I kept losing the thread out of the eye of my needle. But over time, I got better at that. You had to manage the different colors, and put the right stitch into the right place, making a small X (the cross in cross-stitch!). After an hour, I looked at my hoop, seeing how very little I had done. I realized that it would take a lot of work to complete!

 

"Now you have a nice hobby you can work on at night, or rainy days" she said.

"Thanks for teaching me" I replied.

 

* * *

 

The next day was a big day for me. Lisa told me to wear the yellow sun dress, which I did. She spent some time with my hair, using some stuff she put in it, before blow-drying it, teasing it with a brush. When she was happy with it, she used hairspray to keep it in place.

Next, she did my makeup, doing a far better job than I could at this point. And this time, she did the works. Foundation. Blush. Everything. When she was done, I looked so pretty! With the way she had my hair, I looked even more like a girl. In fact, with my smooth legs, my fake boobs, and now my pretty face, I *did* look like a girl. Someone who didn't know me would think I *was* a girl.

I put on my high heel shoes, as she put on hers.

 

"These are too fancy to walk outside in" I said. "What are we doing today?"

"We're going to walk outside" she replied, "But not in the woods. We're going into town."

 

I felt that knot in my stomach again. I was going into town, dressed up as a girl? I froze for a second, but then I realized that I looked so convincing, that nobody would notice! And to help things out more, Lisa gave me some jewelry to wear. She clipped earrings onto my ear lobes, followed by a pretty necklace. Then she had me put a couple of rings on my fingers, as well as a bracelet.

"Here's your purse" she said, handing over an old one of hers. "Hold it like this, over your shoulder. Never let it out of your reach."

 

I thought of my mother always carrying a purse. She would clutch it with her arm when we were in a crowd. I'd have to e sure to do the same. I was so nervous as we rode in the car, almost in a daze. I was going into town, as a girl.

 

After the long drive, we took a little while to stretch our legs. We window shopped, looking at all of the pretty clothes. Whereas my denim skirt was very stiff, this sun dress had a skirt that was very soft. It fluttered in the breeze, and brushed against my smooth leg.

It felt so weird! But I loved every sensation, from the click of my heels on the sidewalk, to the way I could see my pretty reflection in the store windows. What a thrill to know that I could walk right in to any of these stores, look through the girl's clothes, and nobody would blink!

 

I clutched my purse between my arm and my side, as the others were doing, as we walked over to an outdoor cafe, where was sat down for lunch.

"Hello ladies, what would you like today?" asked the waiter, a young man of 22 or so. I felt uncomfortable the way he was looking me up, and smiling at me. But then I realized: he was accepting me as being a girl! I knew how guys looked at girls. I had done that a zillion times. So I couldn't fault him for it, although it did make me feel uncomfortable to know a guy was scoping me out *that* way!

All the people walked by us as we at. Women would smile at us. Guys would stare at us. By the time we were done eating, I wasn't freaking out so much anymore. Nobody knew that I was really a boy. They all thought I was a girl. And that made me feel *so* much better.

But then, Lisa and Aunt Grace would never have put me in danger of being discovered. They only did this with me, because they knew I'd pass the test. That gave me a huge boost in my confidence. Even *they* thought I'd pass as a girl. And that made me feel even more feminine.

 

We went shopping next, and I was able to buy myself a few more things. I would have loved to buy a ton of clothes for myself, but I couldn't believe how much more expensive girl's clothes were than boys! Those fashion designers really ripped you off! I found one *really* cute skirt, but they wanted $180 for it! Just for a skirt! Needless to say, I didn't buy anything from *that* clothing rack. Now I could see why my mom got so excited about sales.

 

And then came the best part of the day. Aunt Grace took us to a salon, where we all had our nails done. First they did my toenails. They soaked my feet in water, and I got a massage on my feet, ankles, and lower legs.

"You have some bad calluses on your feet" said JoAnne, the girl who was doing my nails.

"She's a bit of a tomboy" said Lisa defensively.

"Just like you used to be. Runs in the family, huh?"

"How did you know I'm related to her?" I asked.

"Oh, you have the same nose, the same eyes, and the same smile."

 

Girls noticed so many different things than guys did! I couldn't tell you who my nose looked like. I didn't notice that kind of stuff!

JoAnne clipped and filed my toenails, and then applied a dark red polish in two coats, followed by a clear sealer. And now it was time to work on my hands. Again, I got a massage on my hands and wrists, which felt wonderful. Then she clipped and filed my nails, which were pretty short. She then applied the nail polish, and the sealer. She had me hold my hands in this dryer thing to speed everything up.

When I was done, I couldn't stop staring at my fingers, with all the color on my nails! And down at my feet, my open toes showed off my painted toenails. I felt even more like a girl now.

 

"You should let your fingernails grow out longer" said JoAnne. "They'd look pretty. Or come see me, and I'll put on some extensions."

"Okay" I said. "Thanks!"

 

I admired Lisa's nails. She had on the same color as me, but her nails were long ovals, instead of mine being so short. Hers were much prettier. I wanted my hands to look like hers.

 

Now for the rest of the day, I was paranoid that whenever I did something, I might chip my nice new nails. It would take a lot of getting used to, with the nail polish! But I loved it all.

 

* * *

 

The next day, I wore my new white ruffle skirt and red cami top I had bought from the store, along with pantyhose for the first time. The felt divine as the skirt brushed against my legs. Aunt Grace went through her jewelry box, and donated several things for my growing collection, including a faux-pearl necklace.

She also gave me a bottle of expensive perfume which she had received as a gift.

"The scent doesn't work well for me" she said. "Why don't you keep it?"

"Thank you *so* much!" I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. I could see traces of lipstick where I had just kissed her. My lips. leaving lipstick stains behind! I felt almost woozy, I was so happy.

 

After doing some housework with Lisa, and working for a couple of hours on my cross-stitch project, Lisa and I decided to watch a movie. It was a romance, and I tried to focus on the feelings of the main female character, so I could learn from her.

"Don't you think he's cute?" said Lisa, as the male love interest kissed the woman for the first time.

"I guess" I said.

"Wouldn't you like to date a guy like that?" she asked.

"I'm not interested in guys" I said. "I told you."

"You're a girl now Sarah. You don't have to be afraid anymore. You don't have to hide your feelings. Not from me. You can tell me anything, and it's okay."

"I'll tell you what I feel" I said. "I think he looks okay, but I'd rather date *her*. I just like girls."

"But you don't have a girlfriend at home. Why not?"

"Because" I said, "There aren't any girls there who I've met, who are like you."

 

At that moment, I wanted to kiss her *so* much. I wished I could be with her! But she was my cousin and you just couldn't do that. I wanted to cry. In fact, a tear did form in my eye. Soon, this would all be over, and I'd have to go back to being a guy again. I didn't want this to end! This was heaven.

"I love you" I said.

"And I love you" she replied.

We held hands, and sat there watching the movie together

 

* * *

 

I had the cutest outfit on the next day. I was wearing Lisa's jeans to start with, along with my high heel boots. I had the corset on this time, so it really forced my waist in, making the jeans fit perfectly to my 'curves'. I was used to having the tight crotch now, and just wearing girl's clothes wasn't enough alone to get me aroused anymore. I was used to them now.

Next, I had glued my breast forms in place, then I wore a white cami over them. And over that, I wore the new white blouse I had bought. It was so sheer that you could clearly see the cami through it. The front was covered with thin ruffles, and it buttoned up the middle. The arms were long, ending in five inch wide cuffs, made out of a lace pattern. At the bottom, the same lace trim was used. And at the top, it had a two inch high lace collar. Very feminine. Very poofy.

I wore full makeup, and my jewelry. I had even plucked my eyebrows a bit, with help from Lisa. That morning, she had shown me how to using a curling iron on my hair, which made it look so pretty. I wanted a perm, so I could always have curls! The look was very much like one we had scoped out in Cosmo. We had spent a lot of time discussing the latest fall fashions.

 

After breakfast, I did some more work on my cross-stitch project. I was making great progress! Aunt Grace had been showing me how to use her Singer sewing machine. I had sewn myself a new apron, to learn the right techniques. Now I was going to make a pillow out of my stitch work, once it was done.

I sat there on the couch, my legs crossed, just like my stitches. Lisa was working on one herself, and we talked as we worked along. I could hear Aunt Grace's voice outside. I thought she was talking to someone on the phone, until I heard another voice that chilled me to the bone. My mom's.

 

My mother was here! She'd see me all dressed up as a girl! I was in such a panic, that I just froze, unable to move! I felt helpless as I looked at her, as she walked in the room.

 

"Sarah!" she said. "How's my little girl? Come give your mother a kiss!"

I stood up, and walked over to her. She hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her back. I was in total shock. She was treating me as if I was a girl too! She knew all about what had been going on here!

 

"And Lisa, look at you. You look so much more mature every time I see you."

She gave my mother a hug and a kiss too.

 

"Mmmm" said my mom. "Dinner smells good. Grace tells me that you've become quite the little cook Sarah. I'm glad to hear that our family recipes will live on through another generation. Some day, you can teach them to *your* daughter. I'm so proud of you."

 

She was proud of me? I felt that tingle all over again. I loved being a girl, and it was the best thing in the world for me. But to hear my own mother say that she was proud of me for it? You can't imagine how overwhelmed with emotion I was at that moment! My own mother liked me as a girl!

 

All through dinner, she treated me as if I was her daughter. I was just stunned. She called me Sarah. She asked about what I had been doing, and didn't bat if I told her I had been shopping for skirts, got my nails done, learned cross stitching, cooking, and so on.

 

As Lisa and I were clearing the plates after dinner, I finally had a moment alone with her.

"How did mom know about all this?" I asked.

Lisa smiled warmly.

"Who's idea do you think this all was?"

"My mothers?"

"Yes" she said.

"But you told me that Aunt Grace had come to you with the idea."

"She did. After getting it from her sister. Your mom set this all up for you. She told me that she had noticed some tendencies in you and she wanted to let you explore that side of yourself. She said you never seemed fully happy, and that she wanted to let you do this. How do you feel?"

"Being a girl is the best thing in the world" I said. "It makes me feel good all over to be a girl. It makes me feel special. *This* is what I want to be."

"I can tell" said Lisa. "Your mother must really love you, to have gone through all this trouble just for you."

Now it made sense how Aunt Grace knew my shoe size. My mom had told her about this. She had planned it all out in advance.

 

Tears welled up in my eyes. I ran out to my mom, hugged her, and told her that I loved her so much!

"Why are you crying Sarah?" she said.

"Because, I'm so happy!" I replied.

 

* * *

 

The next day, I wore my sun dress, so I could show my mom how good I looked in it. All four of us went into town, and had our nails done together. With all the work I had been doing, my nails had been chipped, and really needed at least a polish change.

"Have you thought about those nail extensions?" asked JoAnne.

I looked over at my mom. She nodded her head.

"Yes!" I said. "Lets do it."

 

And so, when we got back home, I had long fingernails. They would take some getting used to, but they would be well worth it. They made me look even *more* like a girl. I was so happy. But one thing did weigh on my mind: I was going to have to return home soon, and all of this would end. I was so happy here! I didn't want to go back to being a boy!

I would be so lonely at home. I felt so close to Lisa. I really did love her. If she wasn't my cousin, I'd have asked her to start dating me. I wanted to be with her, and I wanted to still be a girl. My mom noticed how my face was showing my inner emotions. She asked me about it.

Back before I came up here, when I was just a guy, I would have shrugged it off, and not talked about it. But I felt like a girl now. And girls talked about things. Like how they were feeling. So I told my mom everything.

 

"I love you" I said. "And I don't want this to sound wrong, but I don't want to go back home with you. I want to stay here. I want to be Sarah. I want to be a girl. I don't want for this to end!"

"Sarah, I know that. But I can tell, there's something else you haven't told me yet."

I nodded.

"Its Lisa. Mom, I love her! But she's my cousin, and so...."

 

In the middle of my dramatic speech, my mom laughed out loud.

"Mom!" I said. "I'm trying to tell you how I feel!"

"Sarah, I understand" she said. "But there is something that *you* don't seem to understand. You're too young to remember, but back when your Aunt Grace first got married to your Uncle Joe, she got pregnant right away. But she got sick, and lost the baby. To make matters worse, they had to operate on her, to save her life. They had to remove some things. And she could never have another baby after that."

"That's so terrible!" I said, as the tears welled up in my eyes. "I never knew that!"

"You've heard it before, you just don't remember. But do you realize what that means?"

The wheels were spinning in my head. If Aunt Grace couldn't have babies, then it meant....

"Lisa was adopted?" I asked.

"Yes" said mom. "She's your cousin by adoption only. Not by family bloodlines. If she loves you, as you love her, then there is no reason you can't be together."

 

This was too good to be true. I could be with Lisa! I ran out to find her, and asked her to take a long walk with me. I explained to her my feelings.

"I love you so much" I said. "But I was afraid to let myself feel that, because I didn't know you weren't my blood relative. I love you, and I want to be with you."

"And I love you Sarah" she said. "I want you too, but I held back, because I didn't think you liked me in that way. When you told me you loved me, I thought it was in a family way, not in a romantic way."

"I love you *both* ways" I said.

She moved closer to me, and I moved closer to her. Our lips met in the most romantic kiss imaginable. Her soft body, touching mine. I pulled her closer. I was in total bliss. I was a girl, kissing a girl.

 

"How can we make this work?" I said.

"You're going to move up here, full time" she said. "Your mom has made the arrangements. You'll go to school up here, as Sarah. And we can be together."

"But don't you want a man?" I asked. "You told me that girls wanted to have a man."

"I want *you*" she said. "All the guys I've dated haven't been like you. They were all into themselves. They weren't sensitive. I can't imagine any of them letting me teach them how to cross-stitch, let alone letting me put makeup on them, or having them wear a skirt for me. All my life, I've wanted someone like *you*."

"You want me too?"

"Yes" she said. "You're exactly what I want. A boyfriend who can be so much more. We can be best friends. We can share *everything* together, even our clothes. You think like I do. You feel emotions like I do. On the inside, you're a girl. It's just on the outside where you're a guy."

"I don't want to be a guy" I said. "I want to be a girl, forever."

"You can be" she replied. "You can get implants. You can go on female hormones. Just hold off on having your surgery until we're married, so I can get pregnant. Once your little guy has done his job, we won't need him anymore, and you can have him removed, so that you're all girl. To me, you're a girl already."

 

I was so happy that I almost felt dizzy. In a flash, I went feeling completely down, to feeling completely up. It had looked like the summer of my dreams was coming to a close. Going back to my old life would have felt like going from a 3-D work in color, to one in 2-D, in black and white. This was so much more, being a girl!

And now *all* of my dreams were coming true, all at once! A had a beautiful girl who loved me, and wanted to marry me. I was able to *be* a girl, with her, and she loved it! She wanted to have my baby! And she wanted me to then have the operation, so I could be a real girl too. It was everything I had ever dreamed of, and more.

 

"I know we have to wait a few years" I said, dropping to one knee, "but Lisa, will you marry me?"

"Yes Sarah. I will marry you" she replied. "You might have to put on a tux, and pretend to be a guy for that one day, but you can always be my girl after that."

"I'll wear lingerie under my tux, to match yours" I said.

"Perfect" she replied.

 

We fell into another kiss, as we fell deeper and deeper in love.

 

* * *

 

Those days in my summer of love seem so distant now. My life was turned upside down, as I moved in with Aunt Grace full time, and became Sarah. She home-schooled us girls, so I didn't have to deal with being teased at school, for being a boy who dressed up as a girl.

When we were old enough, Lisa and I got married. We made love every night on our two week honeymoon to Jamaica, and sure enough, she missed her next period. When it was confirmed that she was going to have a baby, we were both overjoyed.

As soon as she gave birth, she suggested that I go get my operation scheduled. She pointed between my legs.

"You won't be needing that anymore" she said.

I felt that chill go through me. I was going to have my own pussy!

 

Now little Gracie is almost 8 years old. She asked once why she has two mommies, instead of one. We told her that her daddy loved her so much, that he wanted to be a girl, just like her. Lisa and I share all of the household responsibilities equally. We are equals in bed, financially, emotionally, and in responsibilities. We are the perfect partners. We are two women in love. I could never even imagine being a man again. Being a woman has brought me the greatest joy, happiness and love that you could ever imagine. I *am* a woman. Now, and forever.

 

The End

  

  

  

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