Twin Girls?

by

Laurie Ann B

 

I'm recalling now as best I can why I'm wearing panties and dresses. It has been several years now since it all began. I'm sure I was a boy and am a boy now although you really can't tell unless you would see me undressed.

Anyway let me begin. My sister, Diane Lynn and I Dana Lee are identical twins. Well almost because she's a girl and I'm really a boy. I mean I can tell now cause girls don't have these things between their legs like I do. And I also remember wearing boy clothes not frilly dresses. I remember being a boy and doing boy things and maybe because I was or am a boy. I was a little unruly and didn't have much patience with girl things. That's probably why I look like a girl now.

My sister and I had just finished preschool and would be starting in the first grade in the fall. It was late spring. We both had lost our front teeth and our new ones were coming in. Our birthday was only a month away and we'd be six. We both had bobbed blond hair that was just growing out. It seems a bout of head lice in preschool running rampid resulted in us having our locks shorn to the scalp. My Diane cried. It didn't bother me. And now with summer coming on Mom had just decided to let mine grow along with my sisters.

It was a late spring day when Mom decided it was time to take us clothes shopping for our summer wardrobes. At our age the growth spurts determined that last summers clothes were not going to be of use to us this summer. My sister looked forward to the shopping expedition while I just wished they would leave me out of it. I'd wear whatever Mom bought for me. Like she always picked out my clothes anyway. Diane however was already picky about what she wore and was always really prissy about things.

I begged Mom to leave me home alone or at the least stay with my Aunt Carole till they got back. That was not an option in Mom's mind so off we went to the mall for what I knew would be a torturous day of shopping. I was bored before we started as I was dragged into the girl's department of the first store. Mom had decided to get Diane's clothes done first cause that would take the longest. My clothes would wait for the quick finale.

We were in the underwear department, as Diane couldn't even decide between Barbie underwear and the Disney Princess ones. It was like forever before she decided and finally Mom bought her some. The same indecision and time was spent choosing camisoles and slips and socks. I was bored. I started crawling under the racks of slips and petticoats pretending I was in a cave. That resulted in a severe scolding by my Mother, "Dana get out here! What do you think your doing? Can't you just stand still for a little bit and behave yourself?"

"But Mommy", I responded, "I'm tired shopping. Can't Diane just get her stuff so we can get going?"

"Look here young man, your sister needs clothes also and at least she has an interest in looking decent. It's too bad you two weren't more identical. It would be a lot easier to dress two girls or two boys than a boy and a girl."

And Diane piped in, "Our hairs the same now so if you bought Dana a dress he would look just like me." Then she giggled.

"Well I'm a boy and I just wish you'd hurry up so we can get going," I responded in anger and embarrassment that she would even suggest something like that, even just teasing.

Mom bought her all her under stuff and we went on to the shoes. If picking out underwear took time I couldn't believe the time we were spending in the stupid girls shoe department. Diane had to try on every pair of shoes in the store, I think. Sneakers, sandals, dress shoes, play shoes she tried on several pairs of each. I was bored again and trying to entertain myself. I was examining the shoe displays when all of a sudden the rack with what seemed like a hundred pair of shoes toppled over. I stood there in shocked silence, as everything in the department got deafly silent.

The silence was broken as I stood among the scattered shoes. I didn't do anything. I had hardly touched the rack. "Dana Lee, what did you do? Get over here this instant. Sit down in that chair and don't move a muscle or I swear I'll spank you right here in front of everyone," Mom ordered.

I did as was ordered as Mom and the sales lady up righted the display and started returning the shoes to the display. Mom was apologizing to the lady for the actions of her wayward son and I think I even heard her say to the lady she wished she had had two girls.

On her return she gathered up several pairs of the shoes and looking right at me with her mad face said, "I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I don't know what you think you were doing but if you so much as breathe wrong the rest of the day you'll wish you hadn't. Why can't you behave as well as your sister? Why couldn't I have been blessed with twin girls?"

I meekly got up and followed her thru the checkout as now both Diane and I were burdened with packages. It was on to the girl's clothes department and from the very first item I knew this was going to be a very long day. Diane and Mom routed through the dress racks each pulling out dresses and handing them to the clerk. The Diane disappeared into the changing rooms. Each dress she tried on she had to come out and model. Do you have any idea how long this was taking? I mean she had sundresses, party dresses, church dresses, and play dresses all to try on. She tried on shorts, and short-alls.

Well, I was bored. I tried to amuse myself making funny faces in the mirror. I played hide and seek with myself between the racks of dresses. I heard the sales lady say to Mom, "It must be a real trial to have such pretty girls and one of them turns out to be such a tom boy. She doesn't seem to have any interest in the dresses at all."

Mom just shook her head and said, "Well, the other one is going to be in dresses if they don't learn how to behave while shopping."

It was just then that I stumbled over a carpet and went headlong into a rack of dresses. The rack shook and teetered on falling as I grabbed the dresses to hold the rack. The rack settled back but I was left standing holding three or four dresses that had come off the rack. Mom looked over with fire in her eyes. The sales lady rushed over to make sure the rack was going to survive and to make sure I was unharmed. "Oh sweetheart, are you all right? Maybe you best let your Mother or I get the dresses off the rack for you if you'd like to see them."

I barely looked at her as my gaze was fixed on my Mother also fast approaching. She reached out and took the dresses from my grasp and calmly looked at the dresses and then said to me in the most menacing voice, "Dana, please if you want to try on the dresses just ask me to help you. These aren't quite the right size for you but your sister has two of the same dresses in the changing room and you can just join her there and try them on in there."

I was flabbergasted and stuttered, " Ah.. ah… Mommy, I don't want any dresses. I'm a boy.

To which she replied in a patronizing way, "Oh yes, sure you're a little boy. Now get into the dressing room before this nice lady has to witness a bare bottom spanking."

"Oh dear, you do have your hands full with that one don't you. But I'll bet once she's in a pretty dress like her sister she'll enjoy being a girl," the sales lady said as Mom taking me by the shoulder in a painful grip ushered me towards the changing room. Diane was shocked as I was thrust into the changing room with her.

"What's he doing in here?" She almost shouted as she stood there in her panties and camisole holding a little sundress in front of her.

"Well your new sister is going to get some dresses to wear. Now Dana strip down while I find you some things to wear to try on your new dresses," Mom commanded.

"But Mommy I'm not a girl and I don't want to wear dresses," I retorted somewhat meekly. Diane giggled and put her dress on and slipped out to see herself in the mirrors.

"But Mom, I'm a boy."

"And what makes you think you're a boy? Just because someone told you that, you think you're a boy? Well, you're not going to be a boy anymore. Your going to be a good little girl like your sister."

"But Mom I really am a boy. I mean I got a pee-pee between my legs and Diane doesn't."

"Well, if you wear dresses and girls clothes that will disappear and you'll be just like your sister, a girl."

During this conversation Mom had stripped me naked and had me in a pair of my sister's new panties and camisole to match. They were yellow nylon panties with Cinderella on them and the little yellow nylon camisole was all ruffled around the edges and the straps and little bow ties on the shoulders. They felt really smooth and cool on my skin, nothing like my own boy underwear. Mom had said I was a girl or would be if I wore girl's clothes. I wondered if she had dressed me like a girl when I was a baby would I already be a girl like Diane?

I was standing there shivering when Diane burst back into the room carrying a yellow flowered sundress just like the pink one she was wearing. "Look Mom the sales lady found a dress just like the one I have on but it's yellow. Can Dana have it? We'd look just alike if he did."

"Well let's see how he looks in it and we'll decide," she replied as she slipped the dress over my head, buttoned it up the back, and tied the sash in a big bow in the back. Next came the matching headband that she used to separate my hair and produce bangs in front. From the small mirror in the dressing room I thought I was looking at my sister. My face was hot and red from embarrassment. Regardless of what Mommy said I knew I was a boy and boys don't wear dresses. Before I was ushered out of the dressing room I was wearing little straw sandals with a strap on them and a yellow flower decoration on the toe.

The sales lady was awaiting our return and as Diane and I stood side by side she Oohed and ahhhed and said, "My such a beautiful set of twins. Now don't you feel better and more like the pretty little girl you are in that dress like your sister?"

I wanted to tell her I wasn't a girl. I'm a boy. But Mom said I was going to be a girl. Would my pee-pee go away and would I get a hole like my sister had if I had to wear girls clothes? I was embarrassed but didn't really know why and then I just burst into tears.

Mom just pulled me to her and said in a comforting tone, "Now, now Dana don't cry. You look very pretty in your dress and well still get you some shorts and pants to play in. You won't have to wear dresses all the time but I'll bet you'll get to love them as much as your sister does."

My sister came and standing right in front of me reached out and brushed a tear from my cheek and said, "Oh Dana, don't cry you really look nice and we can have lots of fun together, Come on, lets go get some play clothes. OK Mom?"

"Yes, girls just let me pay for these and we'll go. You girls can wear the new dresses just let me get the tags off so I can pay for them."

I protested, "Mom can I wear what I had on before, please?"

"Oh don't be silly, Dana. You know you'll just get yourself in more trouble looking and acting like a ruffian. Now come along."

And so it was. We traipsed through the girls clothing sections as Diane picks out clothes. Every other thing she picked was pink. Pink Jeans, pink shorts, pink tops and even two pair of pink sneakers she had at check out time. Laden down with packages we made our way back to the car for our trip home. We packed the trunk of the car and as I went to crawl into the car Mom grabbed me and pulled me back.

"Dana, watch how your sister gets in the car wearing her dress. You had better learn from her. You don't crawl into the car unless you want everyone in the parking lot to see your panties."

I turned red as I looked around to see people in the lot who probably had already seen up my dress and see the yellow panties I was wearing. I watched as she stepped up on the doorframe and then sat scooping her dress under her as she sat down into her car seat. I mimicked her movements somewhat more clumsily and was soon strapped in my car seat. Soon we were on our way back home. I immediately began to wonder if Dad was going to be home? What would he say when he saw me wearing a dress? I hoped he would make Mom dress me in my own clothes so I wouldn't turn into a girl. I wondered what my friends would say when they saw me wearing a dress? Would they still play with me? I also came to the realization that Mom had not even gone to the boy's departments while we shopped. Was she mad at me and not going to buy me any new clothes for summer?

"Mommy," I ask quietly, "Aren't I going to get any new clothes?"

"Of course your are sweetie," she replied, "I got you some today and we'll just have to see what else you may need for the summer."

"But Mom," I whined, "I want to be a boy. Daddy will laugh at me if he sees me in a dress. And Billy (my best friend) won't play with me if I look like a girl. He doesn't like girls. He says they're yucky."

"Oh, don't worry about your Father. I'm sure he loves having two beautiful daughters instead of one. And as for Billy, you shouldn't be playing with him if he has that attitude. I'm sure you'll find lots of new friends to play with."

Then Diane spoke up, "Oh Dana I would really like to have a sister. We can play a lot more together and I know Emily and all my friends will like you a lot better now and we can all play together."

I didn't want to play with girls. I wanted to play with Billy and the other boys. I didn't want to become a girl. As I sat there mulling all this over in my mind I also thought about the clothes I was wearing. The dress was a lot cooler. It let air clear up my legs even more than shorts did. And without the sleeves like my shirts it was cooler. It felt funny cause the panties were so slippery and I kind of slid around inside the dress.

We pulled into the driveway and the first thing I spotted was Daddy's car in the driveway. I really didn't want Daddy to see me in a dress looking like my sister. Mom popped the trunk and opened the doors unbuckling Diane and I and pulling us out of the car. She commanded, "Come on girls, Lets get our packages out. You Dad is home so we can show him all your pretty outfits."

As we were being loaded down with packages with myself on the verge of tears I pleaded one more time, "Mommy, please. I don't want Daddy to see me wearing a dress."

"You stop your whining right now young lady. If you could have behaved as a boy you wouldn't be wearing dresses and panties. Just keep it up and I'll turn you over my knee and warm your pantied bottom in front of you Dad. Now get moving."

I moved behind them both into the house trying to hide behind them and the packages.

Daddy greeted us as we entered, "Oh there you all are. How was the shopping trip? Diane, did you and your Mother beak the bank?"

"Oh Daddy, we got lot's of nice things for me and Dana. We even got matching things, see." Diane replied as she stepped aside exposing me to the full view of Daddy.

His mouth dropped open as he stared at me then looked back at Diane and then back to me. He stammered and stuttered and finally was able to get coherent words out, "What's going on? Dana what are you dong in a dress?"

He stepped closer and looking over at Mommy he laughed and ask her, "What's going on here? Why is Dana dressed up like Diane? What have you done with my son?"

Mom, replied, "Well your son doesn't know how to behave himself so he's being taught a lesson. Until he learns how to behave as a boy he's going to be your other daughter."

"Wow, hold on a minute. You mean your punishing him by putting him in Diane's dress? I don't think this is a very good idea and there are other ways of discipline. I don't want my son running around looking like a little sissy."

"Don't get huffy with me," Mommy retorted, "He'll stay in dresses until he learns how to behave. I'm the one who spends all-day and evening with them. You work all week, play golf all Saturday and sleep on the couch most of the day Sunday and I'm left to care for and discipline the children and I'll do it as I see fit. That is unless you want to become Suzy homemaker and stay home and care for the kids while I work."

Daddy backed off, "Marie let's not fight about this in front of the kids. I just think we need to discuss this further before any final decision is made. Dana, ah.. ah… well your as pretty as your sister in that dress and if you want to wear it for awhile it's ok."

I responded, "Daddy I don't want to become a girl. I like being a boy."

He laughed and said, "Oh don't worry you're not going to become a girl. You'll always be a boy but for right now you better do what your Mother tells you. She and I will talk about this tonight and see what we can work out. Now don't worry your head about it just try to enjoy being a girl for a little while."

As the evening progressed we sat down to dinner with both Diane and I still in our matching dresses. I was very subdued and tried to keep my head down so as not to look into the eyes of anyone and possibly ignite a conversation. I felt as if I would burst into tears if anyone said anything to me. I thought I would make it through without conversation till Mommy started.

"Dana, I very proud of you. Your table manors are as good as your sisters. And sitting there together it's very hard to tell one from the other."

I just squirmed down further in my chair till Daddy had to put in his two cents in a teasing manor, " Well, I've always said Diane was the prettiest girl in preschool but Dana is going to give her some real competition. I guess if my son is going to wear dresses and pretend to be a girl I'm at least happy he makes such a pretty one. I'll bet by now you like the feel of wearing a dress instead of jeans."

"Daddy, I don't. I'm a boy," I replied with a quivering lip. In my mind I was more embarrassed because Daddy might be hitting a hidden truth. The dress and slip made my bum kind of slide around on the panties and the slip did feel much nicer on my chest and legs than my underwear ever did. But I knew it wasn't right and Mommy said if I wore them I'd turn into a girl. Maybe I was becoming one already. Finally we were excused from the table and Diane and I retreated to the living room to watch TV.

Mommy went to the kitchen to cleanup the dishes and Daddy even went with her, which was really unusual. I could hear them talking but couldn't make out what they were actually saying. I hoped Daddy was going to make Mommy let me be a boy again. Sometime later Daddy stormed through the living room to his den shutting the door with a loud bang. Sometime later Mommy came in and told us to get ready for bed. Finally I was out of the dress and panties as we were put in the tub together and told to wash and she would be back shortly for us.

After Mommy left us in the tub I told Diane what Mommy said about how I'd turn into a girl if I wore girl's clothes. She giggled and said, "You mean if I wore your clothes I'd grow a pee-pee like yours and be a boy?"

"I guess so. Do you think my pee-pee is getting smaller already," I ask her as I kneeled in front of her holding my penis out for her inspection.

Diane reached out and took it in her fingers and after close examination replied, "It might be. It is pretty small. But don't you want to be my sister? I would really like it if you were my sister. We could play dolls and house and everything together."

"I don't know. I mean I have been a boy and what will Billy say?"

"Oh who cares what he says. Just think of all the fun we can have and Emily and Susie and Carol will all be our friends. And don't you really feel pretty when you're wearing a dress and slip? And don't you like wearing panties that are all smooth and slippery?" She giggled and went on, "I tried a pair of your underwear on once and they were really yucky. I'd never want to wear underwear like those. And our hair is growing out and pretty soon Mommy will take us to get it fixed at the beauty parlor. Oh you'll really like it there. It's so neat."

"Oh I don't know. I mean the dress did feel nice but boys don't wear dresses and panties."

"Oh Dana but your going to be a girl now so it's ok to wear dresses and panties and get your hair done and everything. Oh Dana I know your going to love being a girl. I know I really do."

I thought about what Diane said but I still thought I wanted to be a boy. We continued to splash and play till Mommy came in to wrap us in big fluffy towels and march us into her bedroom. There she completed drying us and handed us panties to put on. The pink ones she handed me were smooth like the other ones but had lace all around the legs and bum. I didn't object and slipped them up as I looked to see Diane wearing a pair just like them. She gave us each a long pink silky nightgown to put on over our heads that had "Barbie – Princess" written across the front. The feel of the nightgown around me gave me goose bumps. She then sat us on her bed and brushed out our damp hair. It dried as she brushed it. She then slipped pink ribbon headbands over our hair separating the bangs from the rest and said, "There you are girls. That will keep the hair out of your eyes tonight. Now go down stairs and give your Daddy a goodnight kiss and I'll get you both some cookies and milk."

Diane took off like a shot leaving me sitting next to Mom on the bed. I turned to her and said, "Mommy, I'm not sure I want to be a girl. I like being a boy. Do I have to wear girl's clothes?"

She put her arm around me and hugged me as she explained, "Honey you could never be a boy as pretty as you are. Just look in the mirror and your sister. Do you think your sister looks like a boy? See, if she looks like a girl and you two are twins then you look like a girl too. If you insist on dressing like a boy then all you'll ever be is a sissy. Not a girl or a boy but a sissy. And you know how mean the boys would be to you and even some of the girl if you were a sissy boy. And that's what you'd look like a real sissy boy even if you wore boy's clothes."

I tried to comprehend what Mommy had just said. I didn't want to be a sissy, for sure. There was a boy in preschool that had long hair and that wore frilly shirts and shiny shorts to school and the kids called him a sissy. They wouldn't play with him and called him prissy sissy and other names. No, I didn't want to be a sissy. But if my hair got cut short and I wore boy clothes wouldn't I look like a boy and not a sissy, I wondered.

After my silent thoughts wore on Mommy finally said, "It's getting late now. Go on down and say good night to your Daddy and I'll get you snack."

I went down the stairs to find Daddy but was apprehensive about appearing before him as a girl even though he had already seen me in a dress. I heard Diane giggling and discovered the reason as I entered the living room. Diane was up in Daddy's lap and he was tickling her and making her squirm as they played. He turned his head as Diane turned her attention to me and after a pregnant silence he spoke, "Oh there's my other beautiful daughter. Come over here."

When I was within his reach he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up into his lap opposite my sister. "Now then, give your old Dad a kiss before I have to tickle you like your sister."

As I reached out and put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek he began to tickle me in the ribs. I had to break the kiss and I squirmed just squirmed in his lap like a girl. Just like my sister had been doing. He finally stopped as Diane and I caught our breath and he said, "Oh you two are going to be heartbreakers now you better jump down and get to bed to get your beauty rest."

We slid off his lap and as our nightgowns rode up in back he reached out and playfully pinched us both on the bum. Both of us almost in unison screamed and shouted, "Daddddyyyyyyy."

Diane said as we left, "Good night Daddy I love you."

I felt compelled although I had not been so personal with Daddy for sometime now repeated, "Good night Daddy I.. I love you."

"I love you too girls," he said as we entered the kitchen to gobble down the cookies and milk Mommy had set out for us.

Once we were tucked into bed and before sleep over took me I thought about all that had happened today and wondered about the change in Daddy's attitude. I really thought he was going to stop Mommy from making me a girl. I wonder what Mommy said to him after dinner cause he looked mad when he went to the den. But then when I went to say goodnight he treated me just like he did my sister and called us girls. I thought about tomorrow and if Billy came over and saw me dressed like a girl. What would he say? Would he call me a sissy? Would he believe I was girl and not a sissy? Would he still be my friend if I were a girl? Sleep overtook me.

 

What's in store for Dana tomorrow? Will Dana, the girl, be presented to the rest of his world? And just how will they react to Dana the girly boy? (shall we continue? – Let Laurie_annb@hotmail.com know)

  

  

  

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