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Trisha

by Julie

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Looking back, I guess I was sort of gullible; and have to admit I got hoodwinked by my sisters. Growing up with three sisters, I was usually at odds with them; and, of course, Mom was always on the girls' side. Dad was gone most of the time on business, and it would be sometimes weeks until we saw him.

This particular incident happened in June of 1967. I had been fighting with my sisters a little more than usual, what with school being out for the summer. My two older sisters, Karen 16, and Alicia 14, were beginning to teach my younger sister, Penny 11, teen girl rituals of facials, hair care, and fashion. Penny had just started wearing one of those flat training bras to cover her slightly puffy chest, and the noticeable thimbles pushing her t-shirts out. To see all three of them with goo all over their faces in the evening before bed was just too funny… and my laughter and teasing was resented by my sisters … and not particularly appreciated by my Mother.

It was a Friday morning in June when I charged into my sister's room, and caught Karen and Alicia in just their bras, girdles, and stockings. There were shrieks and cries of complaints as I pointed, and laughed at their sissy underthings, and then came loud protests to Mom as I was expelled from their room. Karen and Alicia ranted on, scolding and calling me names … and raising my ire.

My sisters were getting dressed to go shopping downtown for new dresses for some occasion or other. I was not particularly interested in following my sisters' girlie activities too closely. I was feeling a little more devilish and vexatious than usual after my sisters' scolding tirade, and decided to surprise my sisters with a water-filled balloon, to which I had added blue water-colored paint. As they exited the house in their nice, starched, summer dresses the balloon burst on the sidewalk beside them, spraying all three of my sisters, polka-dotting them and their pastel and white dresses in blue! As my sisters screamed and retreated back into the house, the air was now turned blue with their curses, and cries of complaints to my Mother. My mirth was suddenly tempered by apprehension when Mom yelled out my first, middle, and last name.

I couldn't conceal my amused satisfaction as I walked into the kitchen to see my blue spattered sisters, but cringed a little at the scarlet anger in my Mother's face.

"Do you see what you did to your sisters' dresses? … What … what were you thinking?" My Mother demanded.

I couldn't help but smile as I looked at my sisters leopard-like condition.

"Do you think this is funny?" She howled. "I never! … You are in big trouble mister! .. I can't believe you'd do such a stupid stunt. … Well .. you are grounded … for two weeks! … ' and you can forget going camping next weekend!"

"What? … 'wait … no Mom … you can't … I've gotta go camping… you said… " I whined as the blood abruptly drained from my face.

I had been looking forward to going on this camping trip with my best friend Darren, his two brothers, and their dad, for weeks.

"You should have thought about that before you pulled such a dirty, nasty trick on your sisters. Just look what you've done to their nice dresses! How could you do that to your sisters?" Mom scolded.

"Mom, please… I'm sorry. Pleeaase… anything … but not that! … I gotta go camping!"

My sisters looked pleased as they left to go upstairs to clean up… while I continued to plead with my Mother… without much success.

I was sulking, having cried about my apparent loss of my camping trip when my sisters trickled down from upstairs. They had changed into their everyday clothes, and Alicia had washed and put her hair up in curlers. I heard them tell Mom the blue water paint had washed out of their dresses, and hadn't ruined them.

I cried and pleaded my case to Mom over lunch.

My sisters had planned to eat downtown after shopping, but their shopping trip was now postponed.

I was still apologizing and pleading to my exasperated Mother as the dishes were cleared, when Karen began whispering to Mom. My sisters had looked forward to my going away camping as well, as I had heard them talking about having some of their girlfriends over, and taking advantage of my absence.

"Oh … he'd never go for that!" Mom replied to Karen.

There was more whispering back and forth before Mom addressed me.

"Patrick … how bad do you want to go camping?" She asked.

"Really? …. 'anything Mom … I'll do anything!" I responded.

"Well … I'm not so sure…." Mom answered, looking askew at Karen … who was smiling Cheshirely.

"Your sisters have suggested an alternate punishment. … Since it is they who you wronged, I will agree to offer it to you; but I don't think you'll like it." Mom warned.

I was a little apprehensive at Mom's warning, but eager to accept anything in order to go on the camping trip.

"Instead of two weeks, your sisters have proposed two days … " Mom stated.

Mom paused as she looked at Karen, who was beginning to giggle.

"..'two days in a dress … and see what it's like living in your sister's shoes … or dress in this case." Mom declared, an amused smile coming to her face.

"What? … that's crazy … that's … that's … " I stammered.

"That's the deal. You can have two days and go camping, or else it's the two weeks." Mom stated.

My sisters were all giggling now.

I was stunned speechless. I looked at my giggling sisters, and felt my face turning red.

" ' a dress?" I questioned. " why ? …"

"You like to tease us about our dresses and things." Karen stated. "You can just wear one yourself for a couple days."

I glared at her.

"How bad do you want to go camping?" My Mom repeated.

Darren had told me all about the fishing, and boating, and swimming … I wanted to go camping more than anything … but…

"I want to go camping with Darren, Mom." I answered.

"Well then … go with your sisters upstairs. … Your two days will start now."

My feet were reluctant to move as Karen nudged me toward the stairs. I was scared and embarrassed thinking about what it was going to be like for two days, as my gleeful sisters pushed me upstairs.

Karen informed me I'd have to take a bath; and as I dragged my feet toward the bath, I heard my sisters merrily discussing which dresses and things they were going to pick out for me to wear.

Karen pushed into the bathroom behind me, and smiled as she poured pink foaming bubble bath into the tub, followed by a dash of sissy-scented bath oil.

I grudgingly disrobed and slipped into the bubbles after she left. My blood ran cold, contrasting against the hot bathwater. I sulked, in no hurry to meet my fate. About ten minutes later Mom came in. She smirked at me surrounded by bubbles, and brought over a bottle of shampoo. She helped shampoo my hair, and then massaged in crème hair conditioner. She left, only to return a minute later with a couple items.

"Your sisters sent these. You'll put them on before reporting to your sisters' room." She smirked. "I can't believe you're going along with this; but I guess it serves you right after your disdainful behavior toward your sisters."

I dried off a minute later, and looked at the two items Mom had brought in… and shuddered. There was a pair of white nylon panties with a lace flower appliqué … and a white girdle.

I could hear my sisters' laughter and chatter across the hall as I lifted the silky, white panties. I was breathing heavily as I hesitantly stepped into them, and drew them up my legs. The lacy flower appliqué, and silky feel of the nylon unleashed a bevy of butterflies in my stomach. Once the waistband was in place, I slid my hand over my smooth, nylon hip, and felt my face flush with embarrassment at the strange excitement I felt.

I unfolded the white girdle, and looked at its girlish artistry and prettiness. It had a lacy diamond pattern over the front, with a white ribbon bow at the top. I took a deep breath in anticipation of the task before me, before stepping into the unmasculine garment, and tingled as the girlish elastic stretched over my thighs, and then over my silken hips. It all felt so foreign … so disgraceful to my boyish pride. I shuddered, but was determined to do whatever it took to be able to go camping next week.

I opened the bathroom door, and meekly walked across the hall, into my sisters' bedroom. I was a little surprised at my sisters' subdued reaction as I entered. Alicia and Penny tee-heed slightly; but there was no jeering or laughter at my appearance in girl's underwear.

"Hi … Patricia", Karen greeted.

My heart was racing. I was in for two days of hell … I was sure.

Karen picked up a bra from a dresser, and came toward me.

"Hold your arms out", she commanded.

I took a dry swallow as I raised my arms, and watched as Karen slid the straps over them. I looked down at the lace edged crescents of the bra that now covered my chest. My sister fastened the catch in back, and tugged at the band on the bottom, and fussed with the straps. The small white cups had a thin layer of padding, but still had creases due to my flat chest. I felt frozen, unable to move, or even think, like a deer caught in headlights, as Karen unhooked the bra and slid it off me, and brought over another bra. This one had snowflake-like lace on the cups with a girlie ribbon bow between. The cups were a little stiffer, forming smallish mounds, and Karen looked pleased as she tugged at it all around my chest. I felt the strange belt-like constriction around my ribs; and my face burned as Alicia and Penny giggled. I felt trapped … like a mouse in a room full of cats.

"Ok … Trisha, come over and sit here." Karen purred silkily.

I sat on a wooden chair next to her bed. The chair had a pink cushion with a ruffled edge. Karen began fussing with my hair, and I gulped when Alicia brought over a set of rollers.

"I've sometimes wondered what you'd look like in pretty curls." Karen giggled.

"I bet he'll look so pretty with his hair done." Alicia chirped.

I felt so weak sitting there in a bra and girdle letting Karen put my hair in curlers, listening to my sisters chatting about what dresses I would be wearing for the next two days. Alicia and Penny would hold up dresses, skirts and blouses, asking me if I thought they were pretty. I merely nodded in embarrassment, or acquiescently mumbled.

Karen finally clipped the last roller in place, and I was stood in front of a mirror, as they teasingly showed me how I looked in a bra and girdle with my hair in curlers. Karen then pulled a white half-slip from her dresser.

"Here, pull this on." She directed.

I stepped into it, and pulled the elastic up to my waist. The smooth nylon slip had a three-inch lace hem with a glossy ribbon running through the middle, culminating in a bow.

"Oh … pretty", Alicia sighed, adjusting the slip so the bow aligned over my left leg.

My sisters giggled as my face went from red to a deep crimson.

Karen produced a blouse, and slipped it over my head. I looked in the mirror at the pale yellow, short-sleeved blouse with the scalloped, lace-edged collar. I looked at the yellow and white daisies on the blouse as Karen fastened the buttons at the back of the collar. Karen then slipped a skirt from a hanger, and had me step into it. The skirt was white, and was smooth on top and then flared out, with a field of yellow and white daisies up the left side, and matched the blouse. Karen then had me sit as she pulled several pair of socks from her dresser, handing me a pair of white anklets … with lace around the tops. My sisters giggled as I pulled these sissy socks on my feet. Karen then set a pair of white shoes down for me to put on. These were plainly girlish with a strap that buckled over the middle. Karen had me turn and model this outfit for my sisters before she picked up a tube from the top of her dresser. Karen held my chin as she applied a light coat of pink lipstick to my lips.

"Oh, you look so cute in pink lipstick!" Karen giggled. "Now let's go downstairs to show Mom."

I was nervous as I left my sisters' bedroom. The clothes felt strange. I was taking short, shallow breaths; and I could feel the elastic of the bra distinctly, and the new, girlish little peaks at my chest seemed to push in and out very noticeably … and embarrassingly. My sisters' muffled tittering only increased my anxiety as we hit the bottom of the stairs. Karen went on ahead to locate Mom, who was starting dinner in the kitchen. I was surprised to see it was a little past four o'clock already.

"Hi Mom", Karen greeted. "I'd like you to meet your newest daughter … Trisha."

Alicia and Penny pushed me out into the kitchen; and I felt my face burning as I looked at Mom's look of surprise and amusement.

"Oh my … don't you look sweet … uh … Trisha?" Mom trilled.

My sisters giggled as I embarrassingly fidgeted, casting my gaze down at the floor.

"That's a very cute blouse and skirt, honey." Mom teased as she began to fuss over my girlish clothes. "The girls put your hair up and everything. You look so darling. … I can hardly wait to see what else the girls have planned for you."

I gulped, as Mom primped my blouse; and I felt her hand run across the elastic band across my back. I then felt her lift my skirt hem to see what I was wearing underneath. It was so embarrassing.

"Why don't you girls set the table? Then you can go play in the living room. Dinner will be ready in about 30 or forty minutes.

My knees went weak at Mom's "girls" comment.

"Take shorter steps … and keep your elbows in close to your body." Karen directed as we moved to the living room after setting the table.

My sisters told me how to sit like a girl with my knees together, careful that I didn't wrinkle my skirt. I was inundated by instructions from all three of my sisters until Mom called us for dinner.

Mom watched bemused as I carefully scooped my skirt to sit at the table; but dinner went relatively quietly, with few comments about my new girlish status.

After dinner I helped clear the table.

"Trisha, you get to wash." Karen chirped.

"You'll need an apron, dear." Mom called, pulling a flounced, flowery, pinafore type apron from a drawer. "We don't want you to soil your pretty blouse and skirt."

Mom tied a bow in back for me, and I set about washing the dishes, with Karen and Alicia drying and putting them away.

"Keep your hands in the hot sudsy water, Trisha. Get them nice and soft; and we'll do your nails when you are done." Karen giggled.

Karen untied my apron when we finished, and folded it neatly.

"Ok sis, let's go upstairs. We'll work on your fingernails… and see what we can do with your hair." Karen said..

Mom smiled as we filed through the living room on the way upstairs.

I was sat on the chair in my sisters' room once again. Karen pulled up a chair next to me, and took my hand; and with a plastic tool and nail file, she worked on my fingernails.

"Ouch!" I cried as she dug at my cuticles.

"Don't be such a baby. I'm just giving you a manicure so your nails are presentable." Karen scolded.

When she was finally done shaping my fingernails, Karen began removing my curlers, and then brushed and combed my hair.

"Oh .. you have pretty hair." Karen cooed. "Your hair holds a curl very nicely … so naturally curly … Trisha. It's fortunate you let it grow long."

Alicia and Penny offered their opinions, and giggled and squealed, as Karen fixed my hair this way and that. Karen seemed to play with my hair for a long time, at least to me; before I watched as she picked up a wide, shiny, white, satin ribbon from her dresser. Alicia and Penny were giddy as I felt Karen slip the ribbon under my hair in back and begin to tie a bow in my curls. Karen spent five or six minutes making a bow to her satisfaction, before holding up a hand mirror for me to see. Perched above my new curly bangs was a very neat, wide, shiny, white bow with the V cut ends draped girlishly over my curls. The extremely girlie sight made my insides slither and squirm.

"You ate all your lipstick off." Karen remarked as she looked smilingly down at her sissified brother.

Karen applied a generous amount of pink lipstick to my lips, and had me roll my lips to even it.

"Mom squealed girlishly, just like my sisters, when we arrived back downstairs.

"Aren't you the sweetest… awwww" Mom gurgled, fondling my curls and hair ribbon.

"You are going to have to take better care of your hair from now on … so we can keep it in curls and hair ribbons, and looking so pretty." Mom teased.

Mooommm!" I wailed.

"My sisters laughed.

Karen took my hand, and led me over to the dining room table. My sisters watched with amusement as I obligingly scooped my skirt to sit; and then Karen produced a bottle of pink fingernail polish.

"Now, you need to polish your fingernails, Trisha. Isn't this a pretty pink? … Here, let me show you."

Karen took the tiny brush, dabbed it against the wall of the small jar, and brushed the pink color over my fingernail. I was surprised how smooth and cool the polish felt, and how much feeling I had through my nails. My stomach fluttered at the sight of the very girlie, bright pink color. Karen repeated the stroke from the brush two more times so that my fingernail was completely covered.

"Now you do the rest of your nails." Karen said, pushing the bottle of pink closer to me.

Alicia and Penny giggled as I picked up the tiny brush and began painting my second fingernail pink; and they all laughed at my clumsy struggles with this unfamiliar, girlie activity. I messed up the polish on my nail; and I was dismayed as Karen had to wipe it clean with remover, and had me start over. After watching in amusement at my struggle with two more of my nails, my sisters left me to do the best I could.

A half-hour later Karen returned to see how I was doing. She frowned, and sat down before removing the polish from all but three of my nails. I had only managed to do two of my nails well enough for her. It only took her about six minutes before she had all my fingernails brushed into a perfect, bright, girlie pink.

"There … it's not so easy … is it?" Karen gloated.

Karen had me blow on my nails to get them to dry. … I remembered how I'd laughed and teased Karen and my other sisters when I saw them painting their fingernails or toenails; and I suddenly hoped they wouldn't make me paint my toenails too.

"Oh … very pretty, honey." Mom teased as my sister had me present my pink fingernails for her to see.

"They match her lipstick, Mom." Karen chimed, cheerfully.

I felt all squeamish inside at how girlie my sisters had made me look.

"He makes a pretty cute girl, doesn't he?" Mom commented.

My sisters giggled, nodding in agreement.

For the next half-hour or so we sat and watched TV. I was so distracted by my pink nail polish and the images of me in girl clothes, curls and sissy hair ribbon that I barely watched.

At nine o'clock, Karen, Alicia and Penny took me upstairs to get ready for bed. I wasn't too surprised when Karen held out pink baby doll pajamas for me to wear. The filmy nylon top had a large pink bow at the lacy bust, and the bloomer type panties had lace around the leg openings. I changed in my bedroom; and when I returned the blouse, skirt, bra, slip, girdle, and panties to Karen, my sisters squealed gleefully at me in girlie pink.

Karen slipped a short, filmy, pink robe over the baby dolls, and had me step into a pair of fluffy, pink slippers … and then I jumped when Karen slid her hand over my leg.

"Oh .. we have to do something about those leg hairs." She declared.

Karen dragged me across the hall in to the bathroom.

"I don't know how I missed your legs. We'll have to shave them, Trisha. You're going to be wearing nylons tomorrow."

I watched in stunned silence as Karen smoothed white foam over my right leg, propped up on the edge of the bathtub. Karen slid the razor over my leg, removing the thin, blonde hairs.

"Here", she said, handing me the can of foam and razor. "You do your other leg. I'll be back in a minute to see how you are doing."

My hands were almost shaking as I thought about having to wear silken stockings tomorrow. I didn't think shaving my legs was such a big deal … just that it was a girlie thing. I thought of the irony that the first thing I was shaving as a young male was my leg.

Karen returned just as I was making the last few strokes. She pushed the filmy pink robe off my shoulders, took the razor from my hand, and ran it over one underarm, and then the other. I wasn't sure I even had any underarm hair, but they were smooth for sure now. Karen then rubbed some lotion between her hands and transferred it to my legs. Next, she took a white powder puff from a pink box, and patted my legs, and then a pat under each under arm.

"There … doesn't that feel nice? You're all smooth and silky now … sister dear." Karen said, smiling sweetly.

My legs felt very differently! When I bent over, and the silky chiffon of the nightie and robe slid over my smooth upper thighs, it felt so cool … and nice … and… undeniably girlie.

Mom giggled again when she saw me in pink nylon.

"It looks like I've got all girls now." Mom chuckled.

We watched a little television, and had a snack of milk and cookies, while Mom and my sisters giggled, tickled by my sissified appearance. I was overwhelmed by my thoughts of embarrassment as I sat there in girlie pink nylon… with my smooth, newly shaven and lotioned legs. I couldn't help but furtively run my hand over my new silken thigh, and feel myself being reluctantly drawn into my sisters' sissy world. I felt my face flush as I looked at my sisters in their nighties… with their own smooth, shapely legs.

When it came time for bed, Mom and Karen followed me into my room. Mom helped me out of the filmy robe, and smiled as I crawled into bed. I was embarrassingly aware of the large pink ribbon bow at my chest as Mom pulled up the covers. I hadn't been tucked in since I was six or seven; and I felt even younger than that now dressed in pink baby dolls. The filmy nylon, and my smooth-shaven legs against the sheets felt strangely nice as I waited for sleep.

Mom woke me up a little early Saturday morning.

"Put on your robe, and come down for breakfast; and then you have to get dressed to go shopping with your sisters."

Shopping! … Oh no! I should have known, since I disrupted their plans yesterday; but my utter embarrassment had filled my thought.

I was surprised and embarrassed to find my sisters were in shorts and t-shirts when I arrived in the kitchen. I was the only one in pink fluff and ribbons. My sisters smiled, and were obviously pleased to see me still dressed in sissy girl clothes.

The chatter at the breakfast table was still pretty normal. My sisters were always going on about something stupid, trivial, and girlish. The difference was how my sisters smiled sappily when they looked at me.

I was still eating my cereal when I realized I was alone with Mom. My sisters had all drifted off upstairs. When I finished, Mom followed me upstairs… and into my room a minute later, and sat on the bed.

"Here, your sisters sent these over for you. After you wash up, put them on, and go see Karen."

I picked up the folded items from the bed after Mom left. There was a pair of panties, white with a pink flower print, a fresh bra that looked identical to the one I wore yesterday, and the girdle I had worn. My insides felt like Jell-O as I pondered having to put these things on, and play "girl" for my sisters all day… and go outside!

I went into the bath, and was surprised to see I still had the white satin hair ribbon in my hair. I slipped the ribbon out.

I hesitated after washing up, before pulling the flowered panties on, and then squirming into the snug girdle. My hand went over the ornamental lace front panel, and felt the small ribbon bow at the top. It was pretty… I looked at the garters showing through the elastic leg coverings, and felt a twinge at the thought that they would be holding silken stockings soon. I picked up the alien bra. Karen had dressed me yesterday; but now I was to put the bra on myself. I looked at how it fastened in back, and noticed the tag: "Teen Angel by Lovable .. 89% cotton, 6% acetate, 5% spandex. I looked at the silvery snowflake-like lace over the foam-shaped cups, and the girlie little ribbon bow between. I slipped my arms through the straps, and struggled to latch it behind my back. Being unsuccessful, I slid it off to examine the hooks again before straining to latch it once more, this time successfully. My face turned red as I looked in the bathroom mirror at myself in my sister's bra and girdle.

My heart pounded as I left the bathroom.

Alicia let out a little squeal when she saw me.

"Come on in, Trisha." Karen beckoned. "Don't you look so sweet? Come, we'll finish getting you dressed."

I timidly entered, as all three of my sisters smiled sweetly. My sisters' room was scarily girlie. Besides lacy curtains and pink riffles, there was a pair of nylons hung over a table lamp shade, a white bra lying on a bed, and a creamy-white, lace-trimmed full slip hung on the closet door.

Karen came toward me carrying a pair of golden brown, silky stockings, dangling from her fingers.

"Sit down, Trisha. I'm going to show you how to put on stockings. … They are very delicate, so you have to be very careful with them."

I sat, and watched as Karen rolled a stocking down. She had me lift my leg, and she proceeded to slide the glistening, brown film over my foot, and carefully work it up my leg. I tingled with embarrassment as Karen slowly encased my foot and leg in the silken film. When she got to my mid-thigh she turned the cuff of my girdle leg up and attached the darker stocking top to the back garter first, and then smoothed the film with her hands, and tugged at the top before sliding the front garter onto the stocking. Finally, she replaced the cuff of my girdle leg over the top.

"Here, now you put your other nylon on. Be careful, but make sure it is held nice and snug. If you don't get them tight, they will bag at your knees and look terrible."

I slipped the nylon over my toes, and coaxed the silky film over my foot and ankle and up my leg. I looked at my dark brown toes, and how the film glistened over my smooth legs. They felt silky and nice, like nothing I ever experienced before. I reached my thighs, and folded the left cuff of my girdle up, and fumbled with the white garter, trying to get it to slide onto the reinforced nylon top. With one garter secure I began to affix the front garter. Karen slid her hands up from my calf, and tugged at the top of the nylon.

"It has to be snug." She reminded.

I folded the girdle cuff over the top of the second nylon. Karen took my hand, leading me over to a full-length mirror.

"Now, what did you find so amusing about our underwear?" Karen questioned.

"Nothing", I whispered as my face turned beet red, and shrugged.

"Of course not…", she gloated.

Karen went over to her dresser, and returned to me with two slips. One slip she draped over her arm as she prepared the other to slip over my head. I raised my arms, and the cool nylon glided down over my body. I looked down to see white, flowery lace crescents arched across my chest, and shiny ribbon straps alongside the cotton straps of my bra. Karen primped at the bodice and straps, and smiled satisfyingly. She returned the other slip to her dresser.

"Now for a pretty dress for you." She sighed.

Alicia and Penny had excited smiles … and stifled little giggles.

Karen came over to me carrying some dresses. She held them up one at a time, at arm's length, assessing them. Karen then made me hold four different dresses up to myself as she decided. Karen chose a pale yellow dress with a print of yellow and white flowers with green leaves. The oval collar had a loose, ruffled flounce. It was sleeveless, but had loose semi-sheer material, like the flounce, that draped loosely over my upper arms. The full flowing skirt was double skirted, and it had a sash of solid yellow that tied in a bow in back. Alicia and Penny squealed and giggled their approval as the dress was slipped over my head, covering my girlie, white, lacy underwear. I put on the white shoes I wore yesterday; and then Karen brushed, combed, and fussed with my hair as I was seated in the chair. As humiliating as it was to be seated there in my sisters' room in a frilly, flowery dress, and knowing Karen was making my hair all girlie … it still felt nice somehow.

"There … now for a pretty hair ribbon." Karen giggled, gleefully.

She produced a stiff, shiny, yellow ribbon, and slipped it under my hair and tied a neat bow on top of my head. The touch of the cool, slippery satin against the back of my neck sent confusingly electric chills of humiliation … as well as pleasure through me.

Karen smiled down at me as she lifted my chin, and then had me close my eyes as she applied mascara. She brushed a light pink powder on my cheeks, and lightly ran a powder puff from a compact over my face, before smoothing pink lipstick to my lips.

"You look so cute in pink lipstick. You make a good looking girl … Trisha." Karen giggled. "You are actually pretty."

Karen had me stand and look at my image in the full-length mirror. As I gazed, stunned at my girlie image, Karen's face lit up; and I then felt her slip a ribbon around my neck. I looked at the shiny yellow satin at my throat as Karen tied the ribbon in a bow in back. I felt paralyzed as Karen slipped a gold bangle bracelet on my wrist, and placed a lipstick, compact and small hairbrush into a small, white vinyl purse with a long thin strap, before slipping the strap over my shoulder.

"There! You look so nice… You are ready to go shopping, little sister." Karen laughed jubilantly.

I had butterflies in my stomach; and I felt my pulse race as I walked, in shock, with my sisters downstairs. It hit me as we reached the bottom step … I was really going to have to go out in public dressed like this! To my horror, the light ruffles of my dress fluttered, drawing attention to my girlie bust. My pink-tipped fingers clenched in anxiety around my white vinyl purse. I was almost sick to my stomach as we met Mom in the kitchen.

"Oh MY!" Mom exclaimed. "Don't you look precious! … You look so pretty, Trisha."

My face burned as I dropped my gaze, down over a prissy dress, at the floor.

"Mooomm … I don't really have to go outside like this do I? I can't go out dressed so … so silly!" I whined.

I really wanted to say "sissy", but the word got stuck.

"You don't look silly … ' not at all. You look quite sweet in a dress … and made up so pretty. … You would have made a darling girl." Mom replied.

"But … but … people will see me like this …I ... I … can't!"

"Now … now … no one will see anything but a very cute girl in a pretty dress. Just do as your sisters tell you, and behave like a good girl, and you'll be fine. Behave, and no one will ever guess you are a boy. I'll drive you to the store, and I hardly think any of your friends are going to be there in the princess section of the store.

"The Prince and Princess Shoppe" was THE large clothing store in town, covering a quarter of a block. The men's, or Prince, section had an entrance on one street, and around the corner on another street was the women's, or princess, section and entrance. The windows around the women's entrance were always filled with a large variety of feminine articles from dresses to embarrassingly intimate bras and girdles displayed for passersby. Inside, the two sections were connected by open doorways; but men and boys seldom ventured into the female section where frilly dresses and girlie intimates were prominently displayed. It was an old-fashioned store with wooden floors and large glass cases, and matronly salesladies.

I squirmed nervously in my sissy dress and constricting underwear as we waited for Mom to collect her purse and check her hair and makeup before leaving.

"You're wearing stockings! How do you like wearing nylons, dear?" Mom asked, amused, as we began filing out the door..

I cringed in silence. I was mortified.

The cool, fresh air over my tightly encased silken legs felt strange … strangely nice … and undeniably girlie. I got in the back with Penny and Alicia. My sisters had no problem managing their skirts, but my dress rode up, exposing my lacy slip, my girdled thighs, and my nylon tops. I fumbled with my dress, smoothing it under me, and hurriedly covered my lap. My sisters laughed. My face burned with embarrassment as I continued to fuss with the skirt. The smooth fabric of the dress slid effortlessly over my nylon encased legs, and the silky coolness of nylon over nylon left me breathlessly ashamed of the girlie pleasure that washed over me.

"You are going to have to be more careful with your dress out in public." Mom warned.

"This is going to be a good education for you. You will get to see what it's like for your sisters in their dresses." Mom pontificated. "You know … Karen was right. This will do you good! You won't be so apt to tease your sisters in their dresses from now on."

My sisters were excited as we drove downtown, while I looked nervously out the windows at men and women of different ages as well as boys and girls. I worried about how each of them would view me. Would they guess I was a boy dressed like this? All the while I tingled as my pink fingertips occasionally slid my slippery skirt over my silken legs.

Mom pulled into a parking space, and my sisters began checking their hair and makeup.

"Check your lipstick, Trisha. … It looks a little thin. Freshen it up." Karen directed.

Alicia and Penny giggled next to me, as I nervously, tentatively pulled the lipstick from my purse, and smoothed pink lipstick to my pursed lips, with the help of the mirror of my compact.

We got out of the car; and I fought to keep my skirt from exposing my girlie unmentionable.. Karen checked my dress and hair as we smoothed our dresses.

I walked between Mom and Karen as we approached the female entrance to the store. The entrance was flanked by long, large display windows on either side, filled with lots of lacy lingerie and foundation garments; and we paused to survey them. My knees were knocking as I stood on the street in a frilly dress.

Karen held the door, and my two younger sisters giggled as I nervously entered.

The store was fairly busy, and as expected, there wasn't a male face in sight. We made our way over to teen dresses, and my sisters began to browse eagerly. I hung back with Mom, but we were soon involved as my sisters held out dresses for appraisal. A frilly dress or two was also held up and suggested for me by my sisters. When my sisters had selected two or three dresses to try on we migrated over to the changing room. I was going to wait outside, but my sisters pulled me with them, and had me hold onto their extra dresses while they changed.

Penny found her dress first, a pale, lime-green in shiny taffeta. Alicia found a pink and cream organza. As we waited for Karen to find a dress, Alicia brought in a blue satin dress for me to try on. Mom helped me out of my pale yellow dress, and into the pretty, blue, semi-formal dress. The shiny, deep, royal blue satin felt cool and slippery as I stepped into it. It had pretty, white eyelet lace across the top of the bust, and there were tiers of lace fanning down the back, from the waist of the bell shaped skirt of the dress. At the top of the lace was attached a blue satin bow, and the ends draped down over the lace in back. It had two-inch wide shoulder straps, edged in eyelet lace. I was paraded out in front of the dressing rooms while my sisters and others cooed, and told me how pretty I looked in the dress. It was very embarrassing, especially since my bra and slip straps showed, as they didn't line up well with the straps. Alicia squealed in amusement as I put my polished pink fingertips over my bust to try and cover my lacy slip bodice from peaking out. My face blazed red, and Karen, Penny, Mom and the salesladies giggled at my seemingly girlish shyness and embarrassment.

"Oh Trisha, you'd make someone an adorable Prom date." Alicia teased.

It was Alicia who finally took me back to the dressing room, and helped me out of the satin dress, and back into my yellow flowered one. Alicia giggled satisfactorily as she tied my sash in a bow in back.

"Pat-trisha, you make such a nice sister. You should have been a girl … instead of a bratty brother." She remarked, tickled with participating in putting me in all the sissy underwear and dresses.

Karen was modeling a pretty peach and cream dress with pretty lace accents and a full flowing skirt when Alicia and I came out of the dressing room; and it was obvious Karen had found her dress.

After Mom had paid for my sisters' dresses, we meandered over through lingerie. There were frilly, lacy, intimates prominently displayed everywhere. For the first time I was content to be perceived as a girl. I would be even more mortified to be in amongst all these girlie unmentionables as a boy. My sisters casually examined lacy slips, and then fancy, embroidered, lace-trimmed panties.

Karen held up a pair of white panties with lace, pink embroidery, and a pink ribbon bow.

"Aren't these pretty, Trisha?"

I nodded meekly as Alicia and Penny tittered.

My sisters fervently examined the finer panties, drawing me into commenting on them, and giving me a pair to run my fingers over the lacy details; before we leisurely ambled into the foundations section. Alicia quickly held up a bra to show me.

"Look Trisha, it's your bra … ' the same one you are wearing." She announced.

My face blazed, mortified at her rather loud pronouncement.

My sisters examined the bras; and I watched as they commented on some of the pretty details. They showed me how to examine closely the cup and strap construction.

Alicia told Mom she needed a couple new bras, and Mom agreed, and helped her pick two out.

We moved on to the girdle area next, where Alicia talked Mom into buying her a new girdle, and took delight in showing me. I was astounded at all the different girdles that were prominently displayed, many on partial mannequins. Some were rather large, heavily paneled garments that looked like they would squeeze you into any form they desired. Many of these seemed to have numerous large garters dangling from the bottom, some with shiny ribbons. Some corseted you from your chest to mid-thigh! They were for older ladies apparently; because the teen section we stayed in had less formidable ones, some with very light elastic, much softer and less elastic even than the one I was wearing. Karen and Alicia had to show me details; and Karen shoved a panty girdle into my hands. It had shiny satin panels, and a lacy overlay on the front panel. The garters dangled from the bottom, with shiny satin ribbon coverings. I felt my face afire as I was forced to handle such an utterly feminine, intimate garment in front of strangers.

Near the girdles was a long glass case filled with nylon stockings, with a few mannequin legs displaying them. My sisters were looking at pantyhose; but Mom reminded them they were three times as expensive as stockings, and you had to throw them out if you got a runner in one leg. If you bought three pair of stockings for the same price, and got a runner in two stockings, you still had two pair of stockings left. Mom bought six pair of "honey beige" stockings, size 9 ½. These fit Karen perfectly, but were a bit long for Alicia and Penny; but Mom said they had to share. I couldn't help but blush a little, looking at the fine, delicate stockings, fully aware I was wearing a pair myself, attached to my girdle.

After all that time shopping, my sisters still took their time browsing, looking at scarves, blouses… etc as we casually strolled out of the store.

We started down the street toward our car, when a group of five teenage boys turned the corner toward us. I was horrified. I looked down over my flowered dress, and my pink-tipped fingernails holding my small white purse. I cast my gaze at the pavement as I walked, and looked to hide between my sisters, who were beginning to giggle as they realized my embarrassment. I stole glances up at the boys, to see if there was any hint of recognition. As they got closer I realized they were a little older, about 14 to 16, and was somewhat relieved I didn't know them… but was unsure if any of them might recognize me from school. I saw their smiling faces as their eyes scanned my sisters and me.

"Hi g i r l s", I heard one boy drawl smoothly.

"Woo-hoo", another cat called.

One of the boys let out a wolf whistle just behind us as they passed; and I looked at Alicia blush, and all three of my sisters giggle slightly.

"Oh, did you see the tall one? Wasn't he cute?" Alicia questioned.

My sisters chatted on about the boys the rest of the way to our car, discussing their degree of "cuteness."

I was thankful for the safety of the car as I slid into the seat, fighting with my full skirt again. Karen and Penny laughed at my struggles as I tugged my skirt over my girlie lace.

There were some boys playing about fifty feet down the block as we got home; and I anxiously scurried into the house, clutching my purse in my pink fingertips.

My sisters quickly disappeared upstairs with their new dresses.

"Trisha dear, come set the table." Mom called.

I was putting the last knife and fork on the table when Mom brought over the frilly pinafore apron, slipping it around me.

"Would you slice some tomatoes for me, honey?"

Mom and I were setting the ingredients for BLTs on the table just as my sisters came into the kitchen. My jaw dropped, for they were in t-shirts and shorts again.

"Can I change too?" I questioned.

"Oh, but sister dear, you look so sweet in your pretty dress." Karen cooed.

Trisha and Penny giggled; and Mom just smiled.

Mom had me leave my apron on as we ate, and then my sisters and I cleared the dishes.

It was just a short time later when my sisters had me gather up my purse and took me upstairs.

My sisters fawned over their new dresses, once again asking my opinion about how pretty I thought they were, drawing me into their girlie gushing.

"Now we have to find a pretty Sunday dress for you to wear, Trisha. We are going to church tomorrow." Karen announced.

This was a stunning announcement since we generally didn't attend church other than Christmas and Easter. I felt the blood drain from my face in surprised shock and dread. I shook my head as my sisters giggled at me. I knew how my sisters dressed for church, and the thought of appearing in church, in front of all those people, looking like my sisters, was frightening. It was not like we really knew anyone at church, and I would be recognized, but still…

My sisters began pulling out their fancier dresses to assess for me to wear. Karen held up a creamy white dress with full, long, crepe sleeves. It had lace ruffles down the front, and a straight skirt. My sisters helped me out of my flowered dress, and Karen helped me into the cream one. Karen and Alicia tugged and primped at the dress as they assessed it … and then the next frilly dress was held up. I tried on four other dresses before Karen pulled out a filmy, flowered, pink dress. It had shiny satin reverse collar with matching satin cuffs on the short sleeves, and a sash that had an attached bow in back. The skirt was very filmy and full, and the dress was lined in thin, pale pink taffeta. The dress was so much frillier and girlie than what I had been wearing; and I could almost hear my heart pound as Karen slipped the dress on me. From the waist up to the bottom of my bra was quite snug, and Karen made me suck my stomach in to get it zipped. My sisters' bright smiles told me this was the dress I'd have to wear. Karen rummaged in the closet, and produced a pair of pink pumps to go with the dress. Karen slipped off my shoes, and had me step into the 2" heels. I was mortified as I was made to turn, and then walk for them. I teetered … to my sisters' giggles. Karen slipped the yellow ribbon from my hair, and replaced it with a pink one.

Karen and Alicia helped me down the stairs as we went to show Mom. The dress swished and whispered girlishly as I descended the stairs; and I had alarming visions of everyone in church turning to look at the girl in the swishy dress as I entered. Mom smiled, cupping her hands over her mouth in glee when she saw me.

"Don't you look just darling?" She trilled. "And ' in heels!"

Mom and my sisters giggled as they commented on the pretty pink dress, and how I looked in it. Mom made me walk in the heels for her, and giggled slightly as I teetered precariously.

Mom gasped in surprise when Karen told her they wanted to take me to church tomorrow morning.

It was about a half hour later when my sisters escorted me back upstairs, where they had me try on several more of their clothes. The final outfit was a thin, light pink, nylon, back-button blouse, with a light, summery, flower print over white background skirt. The skirt wasn't nearly as full as the skirt of the yellow dress, and was a couple inches above my knees, just barely covering my slip and nylon tops. Alicia tugged on the hem several times to cover the lace hem of my slip. My bra and slip straps along with the lacy crescents of my slip were plainly visible through the thin, nylon blouse, and the heels I was wearing seemed to force my lacy chest out more prominently. Karen kept me in the pink heels to practice for tomorrow, and my sisters steadied me as we returned downstairs.

Mom greeted us, eager to see how my sisters had dressed me now.

"Oh … that's a pretty blouse … 'so thin … you can see your '…" Mom giggled and blushed, unable to complete her sentence, and looked over to Karen.

"Yes, doesn't she look so sweet in pink?" Karen questioned.

Mom and my sisters tee-heed.

It was like I was my sisters' maid as I got up to get Alicia a soda and fetch Karen's purse. I got plenty of practice walking, and getting up and sitting down in a skirt and heels. My stockings stretched from all the activity and bending, and they loosened.

"Fix your nylons." Karen directed.

There I was in the living room, in pink heels, a pink nylon blouse and flowery skirt, my sisters in t-shirts and shorts, and lifting my skirt to re-garter my nylon stockings, exposing my girdle and lacy slip. Was there anything more embarrassing and sissified than this? Karen came over to give me directions.

Mom called to have me help her prepare dinner; and all three of my sisters came out to the kitchen to watch me, and make comments.

"You are doing much better in your heels." Karen commented.

Mom smiled, while Alicia and Penny giggled.

After dinner, as we cleared the table, a slip strap slipped off my shoulder. I struggled to fix it, when Karen came up behind me, slipped her hand inside the back of my blouse, and replaced the strap.

"There you are, Trisha. Bra and slip straps can be a problem for us girls."

"Thank you", I squeaked.

Karen hugged me.

I washed the dishes; and afterward Karen checked my fingernail polish for damage.

Karen helped me out of my apron, and we all went into the living room to rest and watch TV. My sisters kept a close eye on me as I fussed with my skirt. I had to tug my short skirt down, and conscientiously keep my knees together, to keep my slip and nylon tops from showing every time I shifted. I kept thinking that I wished my skirt was a little longer.

Alicia and Penny went upstairs around 7:30 PM and Karen took me upstairs about an hour later. Alicia and Penny were in their nighties with their hair in curlers when we arrived at their room. Karen helped me out of the blouse and skirt, and I slipped off the pink heels, before Karen took me across to the bath.

There was a box sitting by the sink with large letters on it "Kotex". Karen blushed slightly, and put the box in the cabinet.

"I don't think you are ready for those yet." She quipped.

Karen had me take off my stockings and add them to the ones soaking.

"This is how you rinse out your stockings." Karen explained as she swished the stockings around in the sink, drained the sudsy water, and then rinsed them out, before Karen and I placed them over the curtain rod to dry.

Karen then shampooed and conditioned my hair in the sink, before wrapping my hair in a towel.

"Change into your nightie, and then come across the hall." She directed.

I took off my slip, bra, girdle and panties, and slipped on the pink baby dolls.

Alicia and Penny had their faces covered in white cream when I returned to their room. Karen sat me down and began putting my hair up in curlers. When she was done, she applied lotion to my arms, legs, face, and neck, and then she covered my face with white cream so I looked like my other sisters.

"Put on your robe and slippers; and here is a bottle of clear nail polish. You can join your sisters downstairs, and put a clear coat of polish on your nails." Karen directed.

Mom laughed when I returned downstairs, before straining to keep a straight face.

"Sorry honey", she said, "but I guess you deserve it after laughing at your sisters all this time."

I just finished putting a clear coat of polish on my last nail, when Karen arrived, looking like Alicia, Penny, and me.

We watched some TV and had milk and cookies before we went up to bed. Karen washed the junk from my face.

"What about my curlers?" I asked as Karen escorted me to my room.

"You'll sleep in them … just like your other sisters." Karen replied.

"It's not so easy being a girl, is it?" Karen asked, as she pulled the covers up; and I looked to find a comfortable way to lay my head full of curlers.

Karen woke me at 7:30 the next morning … awfully early for Sunday morning. We all went down to breakfast in our nighties with our hair in curlers. I fretted about being dragged to church as a girl in frills, and glanced at my sisters timidly.

"How did you sleep?" Mom asked.

I shrugged.

"The curlers woke me up several times."

My sisters smiled, and Penny giggled.

"Just part of being a girl." Karen chimed.

Karen handed me a pair of pink lace-trimmed panties, and a bra to put on when we returned upstairs. The white bra had lace accents and a pink bow between the cups. I washed up, slipped on the girlie underwear, and sat until I heard Karen call.

My sisters were fussing about in their lacy undies, still getting dressed, when I walked in. Karen was in a very pretty, elaborately laced full white slip, and greeted me with a formidable looking girdle in her hand.

"Here, you need to wear this today. It will make your dress fit better." She said.

She had me step into the white, lacey panty girdle, and I blushed as I pulled it up my legs, and wiggled into it. I looked down at the open dangling garters with the shiny satin ribbons as Karen zipped the girdle up the side, all the way to my rib cage. It was extremely snug. The upper part around my waist was heavy elastic with hard stays, and kept my breaths shallow, pushing my bra covered chest in and out more prominently.

Karen brought over a snow-white full slip for me, and slipped it over my head, and smoothed it in place. The top was very pretty with embroidered silvery flowers over the bra part, and edged in pretty lace in a rose design.

Karen handed me a box with a new pair of silky nylons inside. She told me to put them on, and then sat me down to remove my curlers. It was dumb, because I could only sit staring at the silky brown stockings in my lap after Karen told me to sit still. I could see the garters and ribbons through the white nylon of my slip, and cringed at how sissy they looked.

When Karen was done brushing and combing my hair, she had me slip into my stockings, while my sisters looked on in amusement, as I fastened my garters. It was a little difficult bending with the tight girdle; but I didn't bother to complain. I knew my sisters would just laugh at me. The shiny porcelain white ribbons looked even sissier over the dark brown stocking tops.

Alicia and Penny fawned as Karen helped me into the pink dress. Karen had no trouble zipping the dress now, and I felt her affixing the bow in back. Karen then produced two pink satin bows, and carefully clipped one in my hair on each side. She had me sit again while she applied mascara, blusher, powder, and pink lipstick.

"Oh yes … you make such a cute girl." Karen cooed as she lifted my chin.

My sisters giggled and commented on how girlie and pretty I looked, and congratulated each other.

"Oh … one more thing you need now." Karen commented as she went over to the closet as I slipped into the pink pumps.

She reached up on the shelf, and came back with a white lace doily.

"Girls have to wear something over their heads in church." Karen explained.

Butterflies took flight in my stomach as I looked at the white lace. The scalloped lace had a white satin ribbon bow in the middle with the ribbons hanging well over the edge. I remembered my sisters wearing them to church now, and how extremely girlie they looked with the circle of lace, and the ribbons draped over their hair in back. Karen pinned the lace on top of my head, and then I was given my purse, and a pair of white gloves to wear.

Karen pinned one of the doilies over her own hair, made a few last strokes of her comb through her curls; and sprit zed her neck with perfume, and then sprit zed my neck with the delicate floral scent.

Our dresses swished as we went downstairs. I looked at the floating lace over my sisters' hair, and the ribbons draping down; and I shuddered, being confronted now with what an impossibly sissy girl I also appeared.

Mom hyperventilated with enthusiastic glee, and gushed over us. She had me turn several times for her as she cooed deliriously over my prissy pink dress, ribbons, and girlie accessories.

My face burned as I heard the sound of our heels on the linoleum, and the swish of our feminine dresses, as we filed through the kitchen on our way out.

Alicia and Penny helped smooth my skirt over my lap as I was situated between them in the back seat of the car.

We attracted lots of attention and smiles as the five of us approached the church entrance in our frilly Sunday dresses. I was determined to act as girlish as I could to avoid detection, and was the picture of girlish shyness as I blushed, and quivered nervously.

Our dresses rustled as we filed down the isle, and into a pew, announcing our girlish presence, and many turned around in their seats to smile at us. Women around us complimented Mom on how lovely her daughters looked; and Mom appreciatively spent several minutes conveying thanks and basking in the praise over her delightfully feminine family.

I sat quietly and primly, with my gloved hands holding my purse in my lap, between Karen and Alicia, who primped over my dress, and arranged our skirts as they flowed together.

We were approached by many of the parishioners as we filed out of the pew, gushing over our dresses, and praising Mom over her sweet-looking daughters. Mom was loving it; and my sisters were very amused and satisfied with themselves as they stole glances my way.

Outside, we were again accosted by women fawning over us and our dresses. I was so embarrassed and nervous standing outside in pink fluff with my white-gloved hands holding onto my purse. The gentle breezes played with the lace and ribbons of our dresses and hair, and floated our skirts. I felt the vulnerability of a girl as the breezes swirled over my nylon-clad legs, and up over my bare thighs. We stood at the top of the cement steps that led down to the street; and even a slight rise of my skirt would allow street-level peeks under my dress. I looked at the boys in their suits looking up at us. How differently I felt as a girl in all the girlie underwear and frilly dress.

There were still lots of people around as I carefully flitted down the steps with Mom and my sisters to our car. I scooped my dress, and carefully slid in, relieved to be in the relative safety of the car.

I was looking to get home, and be out of these girlie things at last as we drove home. Mom and my sisters were praising me on how good I was, and how pretty I looked, when my heart nearly stopped! There, coming down the street, heading toward our house, were my friends, Ted, Dan, and Steve! Mom pulled into the driveway, and I yelled at Penny to let me out. I pushed past Penny toward the house just as my friends turned to come up our walkway! I moved pretty fast in my pink heels, and slipped into the house, and scurried upstairs. Oh shit! Pleaaasse… I thought. I hope they didn't recognize me! IMAGINE!!! My friends seeing me looking like this! I pulled the ribbons and doily from my hair, and kicked off the pink heels. I reached to unzip my dress. I was unfamiliar with the clothing, and frustratingly fumbled with the catch in back, when Karen came in.

"What do you think you're doing?" She demanded.

"Get me out of this! I did your two days. Now, get me out of this dress." I cried.

"No … not quite yet. You still owe us two more hours." Karen stated.

I stared at her.

"What? … Nooooo", I whined. …. "my friends …I can't …"

"Yes … Mom is sending your friends away. … I don't think they saw you… At least they didn't mention how perfectly sweet you look." Karen chuckled.

I looked at my sister, stunned.

"Come … we have to go down and help Mom with dinner, and eat." Karen calmly stated.

"Let's fix your hair, first." Karen added.

Karen ran a comb over my curls, and replaced the pink ribbon bows. She waited as I slipped back into the pink heels, and handed me my purse.

"Freshen your lipstick." She directed.

I was flustered, but did as she said.

"Ok, now lets go downstairs." Karen said, as I put the lipstick back into my purse.

"Oh good, there you are." Mom cooed, as we arrived downstairs. "I have to get some pictures."

My jaw dropped as I watched Mom pull out her camera.

"No .. but … but …" I sputtered.

"Karen Alicia, Penny, get in close girls." Mom directed.

"Wait … where is her pretty hair covering?" Mom asked.

"She can wear mine." Karen offered, unpinning the lace circle from her hair, and pinning it to the top of mine.

I was beside myself as Mom snapped three pictures.

"Now, I want a few more of just Trisha." Mom stated.

Mooommm … noooo", I whined.

"Let's check your makeup, Trisha." Karen chirped.

Karen smoothed more pink lipstick to my lips, and patted my face with the powder puff.

Mom had me stand holding my purse, and made me smile; and then she had me remove my gloves, and sit with my hands in my lap, as she finished the role of film.

I was even more nervous and subdued than before, as we all went out to the kitchen to help Mom get dinner started. I was in a daze, and barely helped my sisters as they set out place settings and condiments while they chattered merrily. The rustle of our dresses was amplified off the kitchen walls. Alicia, Penny, and I sat at the table while Karen assisted Mom. I sat straight up, primly, due to my stayed girdle, and listened to their light, gay banter.

I ate lighter than my sisters for a change, and was chided teasingly by Mom and Karen. I blamed the girdle for lack of appetite, and complained about the tightness of the girdle Karen had put me in. My sisters just giggled.

We all cleared the table, and put the dishes in the sink, before migrating out to the living room. I arrived last, and Mom and my sisters beamed as I scooped my dress under me, and sat demurely.

It was about an hour later when Karen came over, and offered her hand to help me to my feet. We went upstairs, where Karen began to help me out of my girl things.

"I wish you could have been my sister." Karen said. "You would have made such a lovely, sweet girl…. really… We could have been so much closer. Maybe now that you see what it's like for us girls, you can relate to us … your sisters better. I think you're really sweet."

I was stunned into silence by my sister's words. I felt so confused by everything that happened; and Karen just stirred my confused mind further; but I felt warmed somehow.

Mom and my sisters greeted me eagerly when I joined them downstairs, an hour later, now in boy mode. To my surprise I looked at my sisters in their very prissy dresses quite differently; and we smiled and chatted on a different plane of understanding.

 

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