Twin Girls

by

Laurie Ann B

 

The sun streaming through my bedroom window awakened me. As I turned to throw the cover off I was reminded of yesterdays events as the silky pink nighty wrapped me in its folds. I can't say that it didn't feel nice cause it really did give me goose bumps. It was going to be a warm spring day and as I looked out my window I couldn't spy a cloud in the sky. A breeze blew through the open window and caused the loosely fit gown to wrap me in a silky caress. I guess the girl's nightgown was nicer to wear than my cotton pajamas.

"Dana, Diane! Come on girls rise and shine. Breakfast is on the table," Mommy shouted from the kitchen. There she said it again, "girls". I immediately lifted my nightgown and slipped my hand down in my panties to see if my peep had disappeared yet. No it was still there. I was still a boy. Sometimes when I touched myself down there it made me tickle funny clear in my tummy. The silky smooth panties just seemed to enhance the feeling this morning. I jerked my hand out of my panties just as Diane pushed the door open.

"Oh Dana what are you doing? You look nice in your nighty," Dana told me with her most earnest voice. "Did your pee pee go away last night? Is that what you were doing with your hand in your panties?"

"Oh Diane I was just seeing. It's still there. I'm still a boy," I replied.

"Come on lets go get breakfast so we can get dressed real pretty," she said.

I followed Diane out to the kitchen grousing as I went, "I don't want to wear a dress today. I want to be a boy."

"Oh Dana, but we can be sisters today and play together and have lots of fun".

Mommy had overheard part of the conversation and as we entered the kitchen and sat down to breakfast she ask, "What's going on you two sleepy heads. Half the mornings gone and you're not even dressed yet."

Diane replied, "Oh Dana doesn't want to wear a dress and be my sister anymore."

"Well Dana I guess you should have thought about being a good boy cause you is going to be a good little girl for awhile longer. And just maybe you won't have to wear a dress today at home," Mommy retorted.

Diane complained, "But Mommy I wanted us to wear some of the pretty dresses we got yesterday and play dolls."

"Just finish your breakfast and I'll meet you in your bedroom after you brush your teeth and we'll see what you can wear today."

My plea of, "Mommy do I have to wear a dress and be a girl today", fell on deaf ears as Mommy left us to finish.

After brushing our teeth I was standing in front of the toilet trying to hold my nightgown up and pull my panties down to pee. Diane watched and then giggling at my efforts said, "Dana girls don't stand up to pee. Reach up under your gown and pull your panties down. Then lift your gown up and sit like when you make number two."

I thought about it as maybe giving in to being girly but I followed her instructions and my peep didn't fall off or any other disaster beset me. In fact it worked pretty good even as Diane handed me a piece of toilet tissue and told me girls wipe after they pee. So I wiped, pulled up my panties and headed for my room.

Mom called from Diane's room, "In here girls I've laid out your play clothes for this morning. There on her bed were the clothes. At least it wasn't dresses but it may as well have been dresses. Two little white tops with cap sleeves and pink ruffled edging around the neckline and end of the sleeves. Two pair of pink "Barbie" panties, white lace top socks with pink lace on the cuffs, the pink Keds sneakers and the pink shortalls were laid out for our dressing.

I whined, "Mommy that's girly stuff too just like the dresses."

"Yes, aren't you lucky to have such pretty matching outfits to wear," she replied. "Now get those nightgowns off, change your panties and get dressed. I'll be right back to fix your hair."

And so it was to be. I stripped as my sister did and then we got into our panties socks, shortalls, tops and pink sneakers. Mom returned with pink scrunchies and a hairbrush and soon had us both adorned with short ponytails on each side of our heads held with the pink scrunchies. As we stood together gazing into the mirror I was sure no one, not even Mom would be able to tell us apart. I did look just as pretty as the girl standing beside me. She was I and I was she.

"My you two just look wonderful! Now Dana tell me you don't look as pretty as your sister. And I'll bet those clothes feel really nice on you, now don't they?" Mommy questioned.

"I.. I well yeah I look like a girl but I'm still a boy, Mommy. The clothes are ok and the panties feel nicer than my boys but they are for girls," I relented as I shuffled my feet looking down at my pink sneakers with my fingers locked behind my back. I did feel nice dressed like this and I guess I thought I really shouldn't. At least I wasn't in a dress but no one would ever believe I was a boy. I hoped Billy wouldn't come round today and see me like this.

Diane shoved a doll in my arms and said, "Come on sister Dana let's go play outside with our dolls. Can we take our dollies for a walk around the block if we're real careful and don't cross the street, Mommy?

"I don't want to go outside. I just want to see what's on the TV," I pleaded still holding the dolly Dana had given me.

"Oh you girls just go outside in the backyard with your dollies for now. It's too nice a day to spend inside and I don't want you in my way. You can play in the play house Daddy built for you," Mommy commanded.

And so I grudgingly followed Diane out back with my dolly in tow. I had played with dolls before with Diane but I was usually the pretend Daddy, not a Mommy. So we swung our dollies on the swing set, changed their clothes and took them to the playhouse for their lunch.

Neither of us knew at the time but Mommy kept an eye on us through the window from time to time. What she saw was her dream. Two identical twin girls playing together as all little girls do. She pondered the fact that although she had forced the issue her little boy really didn't fight being made to be a little girl. She really thought she would have had a much harder battle and in retrospect wondered why she didn't start the process sooner. She wondered if she would be able to keep him as a girl. Would he slip into girlhood and embrace all its wonder or would they day come when he would simply refuse to be turned in a girl return to boyhood. He runs and play just like a girl. You really had to be perceptive to tell who was who out there playing in the yard.

As she turned from the window she thought of how if her husband could only see them together now he'd have to support what she was doing. She knew she'd have to have Dana tell her Daddy that she really liked being a girl and wanted to always be a girl if she had any hope of succeeding. Maybe if she could get some hormone pills and feed him he'd certainly start to develop as a girl right along with his sister. And maybe the hormones would help change his mind set.

She went to his room and took his bed apart reassembling it as a twin in his sister's room. She made the bed up with the identical pink sheets and "Barbie" comforter to his sister's bed. She remembered having to buy the set for two beds when she only needed the one set. Now she thought my extravagance is paying off. She would turn his empty bedroom into a playroom for her girls.

Today before her husband got home from work she'd be sure the girls were scrubbed and dressed in their finest frilliest dresses. Once he saw his newest daughter in her finery and acting like a little girl she was sure his resistance to her ploy would lessen. And if she could just figure out a way to get Dana to tell her Daddy she liked being a girl it would surely seal the deal.

John, Dana and Diane's Daddy, was at his office and his mind was wondering also. He was shocked when he saw his son in a dress. That was for certain. But he would have been hard pressed to pick out his son from his daughter if Diane hadn't spoken up right away. Panties, dresses, nightgowns and the lot had been slipped onto his son. But what probably disturbed him the most was the fact that he didn't appear to be fighting it, as he would have expected a boy his age to do. Was this some far-reaching plan of Marie's or was it something wrong with his son?

John of course knew of transgender, gays, cross-dressers and alike but for the life of himself he couldn't fit his son into any of those categories. He never knew of someone so young to identify them as gay or a transgender. He hoped this punishment as Marie described it would end and his son would return to being the boy in his life. He wondered if he had the inner strength to accept his son as gay or transgendered if it turned out that way. How would he explain his son running around in dresses to his family and friends? Well he would see what awaited him at home tonight and would certainly find out from his son where all of this girly stuff was coming from. He did remember a time long ago when he was around the same age as Dana and Diane that his sisters would dress him up like a girl in their old clothes. That ended when his friends came round one day to find him all dolled up in his sister's confirmation dress clear down to the underwear, lace top socks and shoes. Previously his sisters had forced him into girly clothes but after a time he decided he liked pretending to be a girl and being able to wear such pretty clothes.

Yes, he remembered well all the teasing, dress and hair pulling as his friends were bound and determined to find out just how far he had gone in letting his sisters dress him like a little girl. They had actually held him and pulled his panties down right out in his front yard, as they wanted to make sure he really wasn't a real girl. Oh yes he was never so embarrassed as he cried which only added fuel to the fire. The boys decided he must be a girl cause he cries like one and even fights like one.

That school year was one of the worst John had ever struggled through. He friends didn't forget soon and had no problem with making sure everyone including his teachers knew about his sissy side. More than once during that year his underwear was stolen during gym class only to be replaced by some frilly little pair of girls panties and camisoles. He never wore a piece of girls clothing again after that incident. He hoped his own son was not setting himself up for the same pain and humiliation he had suffered through. Yes he had enjoyed dressing like a girl till that time but he never remembered ever wanting to be a girl.

Back at the playhouse Dana and Diane were going on just as two little girls would play Mommy to their baby dolls. Dana dressed in his little girls play outfit with his little ponytails made it almost impossible to distinguish one from the other.

"Oh Dana, don't you just love playing with the baby dolls. You really are my sister, aren't you?" Diane said to Dana as he finished buttoning the new dress on his dolly.

"Well, Diane I can't be your sister. I'm still a boy even if it's fun playing with the dolls."

It was then that the door to the playhouse opened and Billy walked through. He stood looking at the pair in front of him in silent shock. His mind was trying to comprehend what his eyes were relaying to his brain. Dana turned holding his doll in his arms grew red in the face as the heat of this embarrassing situation rose from his toes to the ends of his ponytails. He stood in shocked silence. What was Billy going to say? How could he have let himself be seen like this? What could he say to make Billy understand?

"Dana???" was all that Billy could muster not sure if either of the two little girls in front of him were his friend Dana. If one on them were Dana then had he been playing with a girl all this time that was pretending to be a boy? He didn't know if he should be mad or glad or embarrassed because a girl had tricked him.

Diane answered, "Oh Billy it's nice you came by to see Dana. Do you want to play house with us? You can be the Daddy if you want to be."

With Diane's response Billy zeroed in on the other little girl, his friend Dana. "Dana, you… you… you're a girl," he stumbled through.

Diane responded, "Yes, she's my sister."

"But.. but I I thought you were a boy like me. I.. I didn't know," Billy stammered as he backed towards the door.

Finally Dana spoke, "Billy, I.. I am a boy. Really I'm a boy just like you. I was just playing with my sister."

"You're no boy. You're wearing girls' clothes and girls' hair things and playing with dolls. You're a girl and you've been fooling me," Billy said as he was exiting the playhouse.

"No Billy wait! Billy, come back. I'll show you," Dana shouted to the deaf ears of Billy now in full retreat.

Dana burst into tears as he pushed past his sister and ran to the confines of the house. His best friend now thinks he's a girl. Even if he could show him he's a boy then what would he think about him. He probably still wouldn't play with him anymore. Tears streamed down his face as he pushed through the screen door running full speed right into his Mommy's legs.

His Mother grasps him and questioningly asks, "Dana?" She was not sure whose tear streaked face and sobs she was comforting at first.

Through the sobs she deciphered, "Mommy, Mommy Billy thinks I'm a girl. He said I was fooling him."

Kneeling before him and taking him in her arms she soothed, "Oh Dana dry those beautiful eyes. Don't blame Billy. Anyone who sees you thinks you're a very pretty girl. Why even when you were wearing those boy clothes people thought you were my other daughter pretending to be a boy. Remember in the store how the ladies all thought you were Diane's sister? You make such a pretty girl why would you even want to be a boy?"

Everything his Mommy was saying was just making his head swim. Am I really a girl? But I have a peep. I played with boys. I played boys games even if I did play dolls with my sister sometimes. Finally he blurted out, "But Mommy if I'm a girl why do I have a peep?"

"Oh honey sometimes God makes mistakes but nothing that can't be fixed. If you just start thinking you're a girl inside and be a girl on the outside you soon will be all girl. When people ask you if you're a girl you have to tell them you are all girl. And tell them how much you really, really like being a girl and like wearing pretty dresses and playing with your dollies," his Mommy responded while still holding him tight.

"But Mommy, I… I don't think I feel like a girl," Dana replied.

"Oh but you will sweetheart just wait and see. Now it's time you and your sister eat some lunch and then we'll get you all cleaned up and dressed really pretty for when Daddy gets home. Diane bring your dolls and come on in now it's time for lunch."

Lunch was anticlimactic. Dana could hardly eat as his mind raced through all the things that had happened to him. Mommy said he was to feel like a girl inside and look like a girl on the outside. But he thought I don't know how to feel like a girl and although the girly clothes felt nice to wear he still wasn't sure he wanted to be a girl. Would he have to tell everybody he wanted to be a girl? Wouldn't that be like telling a fib? Maybe he could just wear girl's panties and vest under his boy clothes and Mommy would be happy.

Both Dana and Diane were rushed off to a flowery scented tub full of bubbles after their lunch. Diane was ecstatic and bubbled as much as the tub did as she played in the warm waters and questioned her new sister. "Oh Dana, I love you being my sister and not my brother. Don't you like it too? Don't you like all the pretty clothes? And your thingy I think it is getting smaller, don't you think so too?"

"Oh I don't know anymore. Mommy said I should feel like girl inside but I don't know how girls feel so I still feel like a regular boy. I mean like the clothes feel real nice to wear but I don't think boys should have to wear them. And Mommy said before if I wore girls' clothes I'd become a real girl even down there. Billy really thinks I'm a girl and he will never play with me again. And he'll tell everyone I'm a girl.

With as much compassion as a six year old could muster Diane replied, "Dana I will play with you and I can teach you all about being a girl. I know Emily and Carol will play with you just like they do with me. I'll share all my dolls with you and my toys and we can have lots of fun."

Dana fell silent and soon his Mommy had them both bathed, hair washed and conditioned and wrapped in big fluffy towels as she led them back to their now shared bedroom. Dana was first to speak, "Mommy where did Diane get the new bed from?"

Diane piped in, "Oh Mommy it's so pretty it looks so nice with two beds."

"Now girls, settle down. I moved Dana's bed in here so you girls could have your very own playroom in Dana's old room. And since Dana wants to try to be one of Mommy's little girls I'm sure he'll love sharing your room with you just like we would have set it up if Dana had always been a girl," Their Mommy responded.

"But Mommy what about my toys and clothes," Dana pleaded.

"Sweetheart you'll have all the clothes you'll need right here. I said your old room would be your play room so your old boy toys are still there if you really want to play with boy toys," his Mommy said with some distain.

"Dana, this is so wonderful. We're going to sleep in the same room and we can share everything," Diane almost shouted in her glee.

"Now see I even placed two chairs at the vanity so you each have one. Now go set down and let me see what I can do with your hair. Your hair is long enough now I'll get you appointments at the salon and see if they can straighten it up for the summer."

Both children sat as instructed and thus began the blow-drying, curling iron and brushing. Dana watch in fascination as his Mommy brushed and styled his hair. Deep-set curls cascaded from his head and his bangs were curled in one large curl in front after his Mommy had trimmed the hair so it would be even. She worked between the two children styling identical curls in their hair. The final touch was a pink headband for Dana and a yellow one for Diane. The bands separated the back and sides of the curls from the front bangs. Their golden hair shined in the sunlight pouring through the window.

Although Dana was somewhat subdued through this process Diane kept up an incessant chatter. "Oh Mommy do you have to put different color ribbons in our hair so you can tell who we are?" She giggled. Dana giggled at her question also.

"Well girls that is a thought but all of the dresses you bought yesterday are not identical. So we are going to match you hair ribbons to the dress you'll each wear."

"Oh Mommy you mean we can wear our new dresses," Diane squealed.

"Oh yes dear I told you earlier that we wanted to be really pretty for Daddy tonight."

"Mommy I don't think Daddy wants me to wear dresses," Dana cajoled.

"Now just where did you get a silly notion like that? Daddy always wanted two little girls to see in pretty little dresses. He was just worried that you wouldn't like dresses till he saw you yesterday. Now you wouldn't want to make Daddy unhappy would you and not wear pretty dresses for him?" Marie said in all earnestness as she took Dana's face in her hands to look into his eyes as she attempted to cement her plan. She wasn't sure just what it was she saw in her son's face and eyes but she thought that he was really going to make a more stunning girl that even his twin sister would be.

"I guess…," Was the whispered response as Dana was then stood up. He was turned towards the new bed to see the confections lay out that he would soon be in.

The pink nylon "Barbie" panties were first and as his Mommy pulled them up into place he once again thought about how nice they felt on his bottom. The matching pink vest with thin little straps was pulled over his head and into place. The smooth nylon felt nice but the ruffled neckline gave him Goosebumps. His reaction did not go unnoticed by his Mommy. Next as he held his arms above his head a frothy white slip with yards of crinoline skirt was dropped over his outstretched arms. It floated down over him tickling his thighs as his Mommy brushed it to straighten it out. He sat on the edge of the bed as white anklet socks were slipped on his feet and the pink ruffled lace tops were turned down in the appropriate manner. The crinolines crushed up between his spread legs and wrapped his panty-clad bottom in its folds. The funny tickling returned to his crotch and he squirmed on the bed.

His sister having been wearing all the girls' finery for a long time was dressing herself almost in unison with the job her Mommy was doing on her brother. Once again Dana was stood up as his mother stood behind him draping the pink confection of a dress open in front of him to step into. Dana's mind raced as he hesitated to take that step. He thought, if I do this I really am going to be a girl. Only a girl would wear something like this. Does Daddy really want me to be a girl like Diane? Why does putting these things on make me feel funny down there? Is that the way a girl feels?

His Mommy interrupted his thoughts, "Come on sweetie wake up and slip your foot into your beautiful dress. Earth to Dana, let's get moving. What's your problem?"

Tears leaked out the corner of his eye as he responded, "Mommy are you sure Daddy wants me to be a girl?"

"Of course I am. Why you just wait till he sees you tonight. I'm sure he's going to tell you what a beautiful girl you are and how happy it makes him."

Dana took the fatal step into girlhood as the dress was pulled up, his arms slipped through the sleeves; it was zipped up the back caressing him in the lacy top. The pink ribbon sash was tied in back in a large bow as the tendrils fell down almost to the hemline that ended midway between his knees and his crotch. His Mother reached up under his dress and pulled the crinoline down into place as they pushed the hemline of the dress outward appearing to shorten it even more.

As Diane slipped her white patent leather mary-janes over her feet and buckled the little gold buckle on the strap, Dana's Mother slipped and identical pair on his feet. Both girls were stood in front of the closet full-length mirror and they were identical with the exception of the color of their dresses and hair ribbons. Dana stood with his head down but peeking up to see his reflection in the mirror. The pink confection matched the bloom in his cheeks. He thought to himself as he compared his image to that of his sisters, "I really do look just like a girl. Maybe Mom is right that I really am a girl."

His Mom broke the reverie, "Oh my goodness! I have he two most beautiful daughters in the whole world. Don't you two feel so pretty in your new dresses?"

Diane squealed, "Oh Mommy we really do look just alike. Oh Dana don't you love how pretty we both look?"

"I.. I… well I guess so. I really do look just like a real girl, huh Mommy?", Dana stammered. He thought, Dad would really be happy if he really wants me to be a girl too. I hope he isn't mad and really wants me to look like this.

"Well come on you two beauties, grab your dollies and go set on the front porch swing so you can welcome your Daddy home. He'll be coming very shortly. And need I remind you two to sit like ladies and not get you outfits messed up. Go on now while I finish getting our dinner ready", Mrs. Brown instructed the children.

So Dana and his sister picked up their dolls and traipsed down the steps and out the front door to take their positions on the porch swing to await the arrival of their Dad. Dana stood and watched as Diane laid her doll down long enough to smooth her dress and crinolines under her as she sat back onto the swing. The froth of her dress and petticoats looked like a mountain of foam on her lap. Dana flowed suit handing his doll to his sister as he mimicked her actions in smoothing his dress and petticoats under him as he slid up onto the swing.

Their feet dangled over the edge of the swing not reaching the porch floor but together they got enough momentum to make the swing rock forward and back. Dana was concerned being out front where anyone going by would see him dress and looking like a girl. The gentle breeze created by the motion of the swing played with his dress and petticoats and tickled his legs. It was a rather pleasant feeling and might have added to reasons he should like wearing a dress.

Diane spoke up, "Come on Dana hold your baby like this and we'll rock them to sleep." Dana lowered his dolly in his arms cuddling it much as his sister did. He said nothing but did not join his sister when she started singing a lullaby to her doll.

Several people walked by, some waved to the little girls perched on the swing while others made comment or said hello to the girls. Dana never discouraged their comments or greetings and everyone who saw him thought him to be a girl. When they said, Oh look at those beautiful twin girls, or my, you girls are so pretty, or oh girls your dresses are so pretty, Dana just smiled back and waved as his sister did.

Even when some of Diane's friend rode by on their bikes and wave and yelled hi girls, Dana never flinched. He thought about what was happening as everyone had just accepted him as a girl. He didn't understand why they all did cause many had seen him in his boy clothes playing boy games. Maybe his Mommy was right, maybe he really was a girl and God made a mistake. If his Mommy, Daddy and his sister all thought and wanted him to be a girl then maybe he was a girl. Well he would try to be the best little girl he could for his Daddy tonight and see if it made Daddy really happy.

John pulled his car up into the driveway and as soon as he had the motor stopped and exiting the car he saw two beautiful little girls with dolls in their hands jumping off the porch swing and heading towards the steps. He was in shock knowing one of the two girls was really his son. However at this distance and both of them squealing "Daddyyyy, Daddyyyyyy your home", he had no way of discerning which of these beauties was in fact his son. His mind raced a thousand miles a second. Seeing his son dressed like a girl yesterday as a punishment brought on a heated argument with his wife. He finally bowed to her reasoning and was sure he would have his son back today. But here he was, all smiles and running to greet his Dad just like any other little girl. Both his daughter and son in their frilly finery launched themselves at him causing him to drop his briefcase to catch them both in his arms and hoisting them up as they each wrapped their arms around his neck.

He recovered enough to greet them still unsure of who was who, "My don't you two look nice. What's the occasion? And ah.. ah.. Dana, were you being naughty again for Mommy today?" He said this as he looked towards Diane not realizing his mistake. He thought or maybe hoped that the reason his son was dressed like a prim and proper little girl had roots beyond the boys own desires.

Both the children giggled and squirmed as Diane corrected her Daddy; "I'm Diane, that's Dana my sister today." Both kissed their Daddy on the cheek as he lowered them back to the ground. Skirts flared in the breeze and their little panties were exposed briefly as they lead the way into the house.

He wasn't sure of his feelings or how he should react to this situation. Inside he kept his emotions under control. He felt a mixture of anger towards what was happening to his son, sympathy towards what his son must be going through, and wonder as to if as his wife tried to convince him that this was his the true desire of his son to be a girl. He was going to settle this with his wife before things went any further and he was going to find out from his son just how he felt about what was happening to him.

As Dana and Diane raced ahead hand in hand to the door Dana couldn't help thinking, "Maybe Mommy is right. Daddy treated him just like a girl and said he looked real pretty in his dress. Daddy must want me to be a girl just like Diane."

John entered the house and called to his wife, "Marie, can I see you in the den? We need to talk."

"OK John, just a minute. Kids go was your hands for supper while I see what your Father wants", she replied.

John was pacing as she entered and he began right away, "Marie, what's going on here? Dana dressed and acting like a little girl even more girlish than his sister. Are you punishing him again by putting him in dresses? This has gone to far. I want you to stop it right now. I want him dressed like the boy he is before supper."

"John, settle down and keep your voice down. I'm not punishing Dana. If you want your son dressed as the boy he is then he's already dressed in that fashion. He got up this morning and wanted dressed like his sister in play clothes. So I let him wear short-alls, one of Diane's tops and frilly socks. He was more than happy to wear them all day and when I suggested they get cleaned up and dressed nice to welcome you home he decided to wear the dress and outfit he's got on right now." Her half truths would keep him off balance.

"But Marie, he's a boy. Don't you realize all the problems he's headed for if you continue to encourage him or let him think he can be a girl?" John retorted.

"Listen to me John, I don't know if this is just a phase or if he really feels like a girl inside. I know that if you chastise, or tease him about this you'll drive him away from you and probably cause him more problems than we can deal with. You better be prepared to encourage his decisions or I'll not be responsible for what it may drive him too."

"But Marie, He's my son. I have a daughter. I don't know if I can handle this. Maybe he just needs the fear of God put in him about how wrong it is to go around pretending to be a girl."

"John, I hope you're not serious. He's your child. Boy, girl, gay or transsexual how can you deprive him of your love and understanding? I begging you John to support him in this situation. Hopefully it's just a phase and he'll grow tried of it shortly. It's not hurting anyone and most of the people that have seen him dressed have always thought him to be a tomboy and now wanting to be girly like his twin sister."

John considered all the information and argument his wife had laid on him. He really didn't know how he would handle it if his only son really thought he was a girl or wanted to be a girl. In the end he decided his wife was probably making sense and he didn't want to be the heavy in this and lose the affection of his son. "OK, Marie, I'll try. I'm not going to make any promises but I will try for now to at least accept his pretend games but don't expect me to encourage them."

And so Dana and Diane were in the pretty dresses with bids on at the supper table. Their petticoats stuffed under the table and lace top socks and mary-Jane shoes dangling above the floor.

John spoke to the kids, "Well, what did you two do today while I was at work?" He could bring himself to say girls.

Diane spoke first, "Oh we played with our dolls and had a tea party. Then we got to play in the tub and get our hair done and then we got to put on our new dresses for you."

"And Dana did you like playing with your dolls and getting all dressed up too?" John fished.

Dana thought about how to answer his Daddy. If he said he didn't like it his Daddy would be mad cause he didn't want to be a girl for him. And it wasn't that he didn't have fun today and getting all dressed up was kind of fun even if he was a boy. So he responded with less enthusiasm than did his sister, "Yes Daddy it was fun and Mommy said you'd like to see us all dressed up. Don't you think our dresses are pretty?"

Although taken somewhat aback by the answer John finally was able to speak, "Yes you're both very beautiful in your dresses."

Both giggled and thanked their Daddy for saying they were beautiful.

It was after dinner when Dana and Diane were getting out of their dresses and into night gowns that Marie walked into the bathroom to find Dana standing in front of the toilet to pee. "Oh Dana, that's not how girls go pee pee. You wouldn't want people to think you were a boy in dresses would you? That's what they would think if they saw you doing that."

"No, Mommy I guess I forgot to sit."

"Well I know just how to fix it so it will help you remember. And you'll even look just like your sister down there. Would you like that?"

"I.. I guess so. I mean you said if I wore girls clothes I'd become like a girl down there."

Marie laughed at her son's view of things as she said, "Oh honey that may happen in time if you want it too but I think we can make you look like your sister down there right now. Go in and lie down on your bed and take your panties off. I'll be right in and see what we can do."

Although he was apprehensive it would probably be better if he looked like a girl down there too. He thought it would make his Daddy happy too. So he was lying on his bed with his panties off and his nightgown up over his waist when he Mother returned.

"Ok Honey now just lay real still and keep your legs spread apart. This might sting a little bit but it won't hurt you." With that Marie took the medical adhesive she brought in and coating the underside of his little uncut penis pulled it down between his legs. It was adhered firmly to the line between his small-undeveloped testicles. She then manipulated the skin of his testicles up around each side of his penis and glued the skin together forming what appeared to be a the slit of a little girls vagina complete with swollen pubes of little girls. The uncut end was now trapped under the folds and exited down between his legs. The positioning of which would require him to sit to pee and would appear to all but the untrained eye as a little girls bottom.

"Mommy don't pinch so hard it hurts when you do that," Dana complained as his Mother pulled the testicle skin over the top his glued down penis.

"Oh honey I'm sorry but it's all done now. Look down there. See you look just like your sister now but you'll have to remember to sit all the time to pee now."

Dana strained to look down between his legs. His penis was gone. It looked just like a girl would down there. He reached his hand down between his legs and felt his new vagina. He giggled as it felt really different and even tickled funny. "Mommy, it's gone my pee pee is gone. Did you pinch it off?"

Marie laughed at his innocence and responded, "Oh Dana, don't be silly. It's all still down there. I just fixed it so you could look like a girl down there too like you said you wanted too. When you go down to say good night to your Daddy you can show him and tell him how you wanted me to make you look like a girl down there too."

"Can I show Diane?"

"Sure honey."

"Diane, come here quick. Come and see me now."

Diane came running back into the bedroom from the bath and looked at her brother's new vagina as he lay on the bed with his legs spread wide. She squealed in delight and fascination as she stared at her brother's bottom, "Dana, it's gone. It did fall off. You look just like me now. You're a real girl now."

"I do look like you now, huh? But it didn't fall off. Mommy just fixed it so I would look like you."

"Can I touch it?" Diane asks.

"I guess so."

And so Diane reached out and rubbed her fingers over the newly created slit. She giggled as she tried to push a finger in it as she did her own pee pee. "Dana your thingy is grown shut. How will you pee?"

Dana laughed and said, "I'll pee down there where it ends. Mommy fixed it like that."

"Are you going to show Daddy?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Marie had stood listening to the exchange and watching the exploration of her handy work. She then spoke, "Well Dana put your panties back on and then you girls can go down and say good night to your Daddy and give him a kiss good night."

Dana slipped the pink lacy rumba panties back up under his night gown and followed Diane giggling and running down the stairs, into the family room and launching themselves up into their Daddy's lap starting him from a nap. Almost in unison they giggled, "Daddy, Daddy." Then Diane squealed, "Wait till you see. Dana looks just like a girl everywhere now."

John awakening looked to Dana and quarried, "What, What are you two so excited about? What do you mean Dana looks like a girl everywhere? You both look like pretty little girls, my princesses."

Diane excitement couldn't be contained as she pulled her brothers little nighty up and commanded, "Show him Dana! Show Daddy!"

Dana pulled the front of his pink panties down to expose his newly created girly bottom, "See Daddy Mommy made me look just like a girl down there so I can wear dresses and go potty just like a real girl."

John's jaw dropped as the sight before him flabbergasted him. At first he thought the kids were playing a trick on him and it was Diane pulling her panties down. On closer inspection he could see it wasn't a true vagina but it took a very close inspection. He sat in stunned silence.

It was Dana that broke the silence. Taking his Daddy's silent reaction as rejection and disapproval he felt tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Struggling to hold back the tears and yet speak he whimpered, "Daddy did I do something bad? Don't you like me to look like a girl? Don't you want me to be like Diane and wear pretty clothes?"

John regained his composure. He immediately sensed the hurt in his son's voice. His wife did this but it seems it was what his son wanted. He wanted to look like a girl in every facet. He finally got his voice back and as compassionately as he could he said, "Oh Dana, No.. No sweetheart. You.. You look ah.. ah.. just like the pretty girl you want to be. Please don't cry. You're beautiful. I was just shocked. I couldn't believe you could even look like a girl down there. Your Mommy did a really good job. I guess I'm going to have to put up with having all girls in the family."

Diane added, "See Dana, Don't cry. Daddy loves you to be a girl too now that we can be real sisters."

Dana choked back the tears as he had been given the answer he was afraid of hearing. His Dad wanted him to be a girl too. He really didn't believe everything his Mommy had told him to that very minute. He could never be a boy again, but he would be the best little girl he could be to make his Daddy happy.

Their Mommy came down to collect her two daughters and shuffle them off to bed. As Dana snuggled down in his "Barbie" bed in his pink nightgown his thoughts were on what is was gong to be like to be a girl. Would he miss playing boy games? Would his boy friends play with him anymore? He did kind of like the way dresses and smooth shiny panties and slips felt on him. Well he was a girl now so he would learn all these things.

  

  

  

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