Would You ?          by: Julie                missjulie13@hotmail.com

 

" ..’..would you, .. please ? … I’ll even pay you." My sister coaxed.

"NO ! …’. Not in a million years ! …. I’m not doin’ it !" I howled.

"Come on, … it’s just a dress. No one will see you. … I have to get this done !"

"Well, don’t look at me ! Get one of your girlfriends to do it." I suggested.

"Jenny is too tall, and Corrine, …. well, .. she just isn’t the right shape." Sandy explained.

Yeah, … Corrine has a figure, I thought to myself.

"None of them are my size, ….. but you are." She added so sweetly.

"Well, I’m not wearing a dress ! … and that’s that ! … so just forget it !"

"Ohhh pish …. I’ve done favors for you.… Come on.’.. … I need you to do this for me."

I shook my head… emphatically. Yes, we were about the same size, even the same shoe size, even though I was 12 and my sister was 15.

"Mom !" Sandy yelled. "How am I going to get this dress finished ?"

How can she be so dumb ? No self-respecting boy would wear a frilly dress I thought to myself as I bounded outside to play.

It was the weekend before Easter in 1956.

My sister, Sandra, was looking sullen, and gave me a dirty look when I returned for lunch. …. She looked at me longingly as I sat down.

"Forget it, … I’m not doing it." I stated.

"Pleeasse…", she pleaded.

"Why can’t you help your sister out ? She has to make alterations to her dress for the spring dance." Mom questioned, smiling slightly at thoughts of seeing me in a sissy dress.

"I’m not wearing no stupid dress !" I replied emphatically.

My mother shrugged, and looked apologetically over at Sandy.

My sister was still sighing to herself when I dashed out the door to go back out to play.

It was going on supper time when I returned, … a little the worse for wear.

"Steven ! .. My God ! What were you doing ? You look like you’ve been rolling in a pig sty !" Mom yelled.

Why do mothers all have these same stupid sayings ?

She sent me upstairs to take a bath before dinner. I didn’t think I needed a bath, … just needed to wash up a little. I knew I was dirty, … but a whole bath ? Oh well, … there was no use fighting it.

Sandy was in the hall as I hit the top step. She kind of jumped at the sight of me, and yelped.

"Ewww, … look at you ! You are filthy, … like a pig."

…..and the wand for the next mothering generation has been passed on, I thought. …. I couldn’t resist, and stretched out my muddy hands to greet my loving sister. … She screamed as I grabbed her, giving her a hug in her nice white blouse.

"Stevie !!! .. Oh ick … ugh … urrgghhh…", she gurgled, and fled down the stairs, screaming.

My work done, I went into the bath, smiling.

"..’ brat", my sister called as I arrived at the table for dinner. Mom gave me a look of disapproval as I took my place.

"Steven ! How could you ..’ ? That was mean, getting your sister all dirty."

I just smiled, as I looked over at the wet spots on the front of my sister’s blouse where she had cleaned the mud off.

I went into the living room after dinner to watch some TV.

"Why couldn’t I have been a boy ?" I heard Sandy complain as she helped Mom clear the table, taking the dirty dishes to the sink.

It was about 30 minutes later before Sandy came into the living room to join me.

"..’ sure must be nice getting out of all the housework." Sandy whined.

I just smiled at her. It was not the first time I had to hear her complaints.

"That’s for sissy girls." I stated for the umpteenth time.

This led to another one of our fights, some arguing, and name-calling. Pretty soon Mom came in to break it up.

"What’s going on ?" She questioned. "Can’t you two be in the same room for five minutes without fighting ?"

"She’s just a stupid, sissy girl." I blurted.

I watched as Mom’s jaw suddenly tightened, and she got rather red faced.

"Is that so ? .. Well, Mr. high and mighty…. maybe doing some housework wouldn’t be so bad for you !"

"HA !", Sandy yelled triumphantly.

"Sit on it, dummy !" I yelled. "..’dumb, sissy girl !"

"That’s it ! … You apologize to your sister right now !"

"Yeah .. right !" I sneered.

"Or better yet…", she mused with a growing smile, … " you can just help her with her dress as she requested, and be her mannequin ! Yes, … that sounds like an excellent idea to make up for your behavior. … Sandy, … you have a volunteer for your sewing dummy."

"What ? No way ! … Forget it ! Uh-uh !"

"It serves you right ! Now, get upstairs young man; … and you WILL put on your sister’s dress."

I sat there, flabbergasted. … I wasn’t budging.

"You’ll do as I say, or you’ll be wearing that dress outside for your friends. Then we’ll see who’s the sissy girl."

"ALL RIGHT ! That I’d love to see." Sandy giggled gleefully.

"Come on, … upstairs with you, … NOW ! … ‘ unless you want to wear one to school."

"What ? …. I … no … this .. I can’t … this is stupid … I won’t …. " I sputtered.

Mom grabbed my arm, and hauled me upstairs, straight to Sandy’s room. She opened her dresser and grabbed some things, and pulled me over to the bathroom. I was stupefied. …. What had I done to deserve this ?

"Get undressed !" She demanded.

I began to slowly undress myself. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My eyes began tearing up at the thought of looking like a sissy in girl clothes.

"Come on, … hurry up", Mom ordered.

She handed me a pair of silky, white panties with flowers on them.

"Put these on !"

"What ? …. Underwear too ?" I questioned.

She just looked back with a sly smirk.

"..’and this too", she said, handing me a small white girdle. "You can’t be wearing your rough, old boy things with your sister’s new dress. …. Besides, …they won’t bite you."

"Moooomm", I whined pleadingly.

The girdle was stretchy and light, with a shiny, smooth front panel that had a flower stitched on it, and a small ribbon bow at the top. I grudgingly tugged these in place. The light girdle hugged me tight. Mom then grabbed my wrist, and pulled me over into my sister’s room.

"Here is your dress form." She announced to Sandy.

"You’ll do, .. and wear whatever your sister wants, …. and don’t think of giving her any trouble, …. not unless you’d care to just wear dresses for a while." She directed.

"Mom !" I complained.

I was mortified. Sandy seemed a little stunned by this turn of events, but quite pleased. She just sat looking me up and down for a minute or two, smiling. Then she rose and went to her dresser.

"You’ll need to wear a few things, … to make the dress lay right." She smugly announced.

She sorted through her dresser, and came over to me with some things, … and giggled girlishly.

"Hold out your arms." She said.

I looked at her, unmoving, in a mixture of disbelief and confusion. … Sandy lifted my arms; … and I watched, stunned, as she went to slip bra straps over my outstretched hands. I jumped.

"No ! I’m not wearing that !" I screamed.

"You heard Mom. Would you rather wear a pretty dress outside for your friends ?"

I turned an embarrassing shade of bright red, and looked at my sister in horror.

"Well, … ok then…."

She smiled triumphantly as she slid the white garment up my arms; … and my stomach turned as Sandy giggled lightly as she fastened the clasp in back, adjusted the white cotton straps, and then tugged it in place all around. I looked down at the unfamiliar shape across my chest, and the little ribbon bow that adorned the middle. My mouth was dry, and my voice was choked. I watched, petrified, as she stuffed one of her socks into each side of the bra on my chest. Sandy chortled in amusement.

She pulled me over to her closet as a tear slowly trickled down my cheek. She began sorting through an array of white fluff and lace on hangers, …… and I realized … she was looking for a petticoat …. for ME ! I felt the elastic band across my back stretching in and out as I gasped in humiliated anguish. She pulled several out to examine, before she selected one. …. It was a cloud of white, with rows of lace, ……and my heart pounded as I saw the huge shiny white satin ribbon, a few inches below the waist, with the ribbon ends flowing over the rows, nearly to the hem ! It was so GIRLISH ! I squirmed at the mere thought of Sandy making me wear it. Then I heard those awful words: "Lift your arms up !" … I felt so sick to my stomach as I slowly raised my arms; and my sister pulled the white froth over my head, and down to my waist. I then looked down past the small white bumps at my chest at the snow white, lacy ruffles encircling my waist with the large, shiny, SISSY ribbon bow ! Sandy fluffed it out, .. and straightened the ribbons over the skirt. This was so embarrassing. Sandy walked to the corner of her room where a frilly party dress hung. She came over to me, while fluffing the dress, preparing it to go over my head. …. "Lift up your arms, ……. Cinderella !" I could have died. Sandy had to tell me again before I reluctantly held my arms aloft, and the flowered peach meringue floated down over my body. Sandy arranged the skirt over the full petticoat while I felt my insides turning inside out. … I had a large lump in my throat as my sister zipped the dress, fastened the catch at the back of the collar, and tied the sash in a bow in back.

"Oh ! You look so sweet !" Sandy squealed, as she turned me around.

"Come on, stand up on the chair for me." She said, giggling, as she took my hand.

I went to step up on the chair. Sandy giggled.

"You have to lift your dress and petticoat …. Cinderella." She giggled.

I filled my hands with the girlish fluff, pulling it up in order to step up on the chair.

She gathered her sewing paraphernalia as I stood nervously on a chair in the middle of her room looking like some sissy girl.

"Ok, … now stand perfectly still." She said as she straightened the hem, and began working on it.

I looked down at the lacy, ruffled skirt, and then at the ruffled lace on the half-sleeves encircling my upper arms with ribbon bows and ribbons dangling over the lace. Oh … ick !

Standing perfectly still in a sissy dress with sissy girl’s underwear on was not easy; and Sandy yelled at me more than once when I shifted. I tugged at the tight waistband of the girdle through the dress, … and accidentally pulled the hem of the dress right out of her fingers.

"Stevie !" She admonished. "Stand still !"

Mom stopped to see how we were doing.

"Oh Steven, you look so darling ! Oh my, … you make such a cute girl !" She laughed. …….. "Hmm, maybe we ought to give you some curls in that long hair of yours."

"Mo o o mmmm", I protested.

My hair wasn’t long. It was just longer than some other boys. I didn’t like my hair cut so close; … and all of the cooler boys had longer hair, swept back on the sides, D A style, with a curl in front. Mom didn’t like it, and often chided me about it.

"Well, … I’ve been telling you that it’s long enough for a girl. Maybe we should put it up in curls." She commented again.

Sandy laughed. … I shuddered.

It was an hour and a half later before Sandy took a break. She helped me off the chair, and I sat on her bed. She giggled and reproached me to sit like a girl, … not some clumsy boy. I don’t know why, but I complied with her wishes, and put my knees together, and arranged the sissy dress and petticoat. I just didn’t have the strength to argue …. looking so girlish as I now did.

"How much longer is this going to take ?" I asked with hopeful expectation, pulling again at the tight girdle through the dress, as well as tugging at the bottom of the bra.

"I’m not certain. … ‘depends." She replied with a sly smile.

I groaned.

We talked a little while about her dress, and then she made me stand.

"Hmmm .. let me see what my dress would look like with my white heels." She chirped.

I began to sweat.

"No … Sandy….."

She set a pair of white 2 ½" heels in front of me.

"Sit back on the bed." She instructed.

I pulled the dress and petticoat up in order to see my feet. My sister laughed.

"Let me help you."

She tried slipping the shoes on me, but they were new, quite tight, and just wouldn’t slide on my feet.

"I know", she said, giggling, as she went over to her dresser.

She pulled a pair of stockings from a drawer.

"Sandy !" I cried.

"What ? … We’ll never get those shoes on your bare feet. The nylons will allow the new shoes to slip on."

I squirmed as she stooped to slip the stockings on my feet, … and yelped in surprised chagrin when she lifted the dress and petticoat to my thighs, and pulled the stocking up my leg.

"Wait ! … What are you doing ?" I cried.

She smiled, slyly.

"I’m fixing your nylons, ….. Cindy." She said semi-sweetly.

I had gone from Cinderella to just Cindy……..

"Tsk, tsk … you need to shave your legs." She laughed.

I watched as she affixed the stocking to the garters at the bottom of the girdle.

"No……" I whined, … completely mortified.

She giggled as she then smoothed the other nylon on, attaching it as well. …. I felt my whole upper body burning with embarrassment.

She tried to slip my foot into her white pumps again, …. and this time my foot slipped into place. …. Sandy smiled triumphantly.

"See ?" She giggled.

"Hey, … we could be doing this downstairs. We could watch TV while I do this."

I looked at her. ..’ downstairs, .. with me in this dress ? I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave the secure confines of my sister’s room.

Sandy packed up her sewing stuff, and held out her hand.

"Come on …. Cinderella." She giggled.

"Nooooo", I pleaded in vain as she led me from her room. Sandy helped hold me up as I took my first uncertain steps in the strange shoes.

We started to descend the stairs; and I found my hands full of soft, sissy fabric as I had to pull the dress and petticoat up to see where I was walking.

The dress and sissy petticoat made such a girlish swishing sound.

Sandy stopped to fluff and fuss over the dress when we got to the bottom of the staircase. I was nervous to be downstairs in such sissy clothes. Someone might see in the window, …. or someone could come to the door. The thought of anyone else seeing me humiliated like this made my toes curl, …. even in these tight shoes.

Mom looked pleasantly startled as I wobbled into the living room.

"Don’t you look pretty ? …. You’re wearing heels !" She squealed, putting her hand over her mouth in girlish delight.

"Are you wearing stockings ? …. You’re wearing stockings !" She laughed. "Oh Sandra, .. you have such a cute sister !"

My sister’s cheeks dimpled with delicious delight at my degrading dilemma.

Sandy helped me up onto a footstool; and she sat on the pile carpet, where she continued working on the hem.

There I was, …. stuck in the middle of the living room in a frilly dress …. and sissy underwear, frozen, unable to move. I kept stealing glances at the windows, oblivious of the TV.

"Turn this way….", I heard Mom call.

I turned to see my Mother holding a camera.

"NO !" I pleaded, a second before the bright flash blinded me.

"MOM !" I complained.

"Oh, … you just look so darling ! I had to take a picture." She laughed.

"Take some more Mom. I want some of those." Sandy giggled.

I sulked as Mom snapped a few more. …. I was in such trouble; but I was stuck there, forbidden to move a muscle.

"Ok Cindy, …. you can relax for a while. … Go sit on the couch." Sandy said a long half-hour later.

"Cindy ?", Mom questioned.

Sandy laughed.

"Yeah Mom, …. as in Cinderella …. "

"Oh", Mom laughed.

"I could go for a snack." Sandy remarked.

"Me too….. ", I sighed.

"Ok, …. uh, .. but not in my dress you don’t ! Stand up ! Turn around !"

Sandy unzipped the dress and had me step out of it. …. I stood in the middle of the living room now in just a bra and lacy white petticoat, … and I went from embarrassment to sheer humiliation. I slipped the bra straps off my shoulders and started to take it off.

"Oh no ! Leave that on ! We aren’t done yet." Sandy quipped, fearing I may balk at putting the sissy bra on again.

"But … Sandy….." I cried.

"Come on", she giggled, taking me by the hand, leading me out to the kitchen. "You are going to do just as I tell you, …. or I’ll show those pictures Mom took all over school." She whispered.

I was doomed.

She got the milk, Orios, and chocolate chip cookies. I got the Bosco and fixed chocolate milk. I sat at the kitchen table flushed with embarrassment in the bra and fluffy white "Tu-Tu", feeling quite silly and degraded. Eating cookies with milk in a bra was so distressing. The cookie crumbs and milk drops now had an inglorious pocket in which to fall…. I sat red-faced, often with my hand and arm across my chest, shielding the embarrassing underwear from my view.

"Sandy…. You should have put her in a blouse……" Mom chided, amusingly aware of my uneasy predicament.

"Yeah, ….. ok…’", my sister giggled.

She disappeared, and then reappeared with a light pastel yellow blouse. It had a yellow buttercup print, and a small, scalloped edge collar. Sandy helped button the left handed buttons on the girl’s blouse …. all the way up to the collar; … but then I felt better as sat again at the table. The flowered blouse was better than sitting there in just a bra.

They both smiled over at me; and then Mom and Sandy chatted about her dress, and also about what a cute "girl" I made in her dress. Every time they looked over at me my face got a little redder.

"Sandy, do you have your comb ?" Mom asked.

Sandy dug a comb from her purse, and Mom stood behind me, parting my hair down the middle.

"I told you if your hair got any longer I’d have to put a hair ribbon in it." She laughed.

"Mom, … no…" I pleaded.

"Just relax, … I just want to see what you look like."

She played with my hair for a while, making bangs, and even finger curls at my temples. A shiny pink hair ribbon appeared, and my insides crawled as Mom pulled it through my hair and tied a bow……. They both stood back and giggled.

I only sat there … head bowed, completely mortified.

Mom and Sandy were simply delighted at my newly constrained behavior.

It was nearly time for bed before Sandy and Mom stopped talking long enough to realize how late it was.

"Looks like I’ll have to finish the dress tomorrow." Sandy quipped, looking devilishly over at me.

Mom took me upstairs, with Sandy following closely behind; and I watched as they chose a pink and white flowered nylon nightie of my sister’s. Mom held it out to me; and I looked back in disbelief. Mom pushed me into the bathroom, and told me to put it on. When I came out Mom had a nylon robe for me with pink ribbon ties. Once she helped me into it she kissed my cheek. …. I was now "free" to go downstairs and watch TV for a while, or go to bed. I retreated to my room, …and under the covers. Mom and Sandy watched as I carefully climbed into bed in the nylon nightie with the pink ribbon bow at the bust.

I awoke several times that night in the unfamiliar silky nightie, and ran my hand over the smooth fabric. It felt strangely, …. repulsively, … wondrously .. nice, …. and so girlie to me. I felt so strangely…. feeling both repulsed and delighted over the touch of the satiny, girlish fabric.

Sandy practically pulled me from under my covers in the morning. She threw the slippery nylon robe at me, and dragged me downstairs for breakfast. …. I felt dizzy and lost. I didn’t know how to refuse, or fight my sister, …. for maybe the first time in my life. There was some giggling as we ate breakfast; and then Mom told me to go get ready for church. It was Palm Sunday. … For a short second, I thought they had ideas of making me wear a dress to church; ….. but then I shed the nightie, and put on my suit. Mom and Sandy came down in their Sunday dresses, flashing full, white petticoats from under their hems.

I sat solemnly in church next to my mother and sister, fidgeting nervously, anxious at the thought of having to wear the same sort of dress and petticoat they were wearing when we got home.

I went upstairs to change when we got home, only to have Sandy follow me.

"You might just as well put on a dress right now, so we can get started on my dress right after dinner." Sandy remarked.

"Noooo ….. Sandy…. " I whined.

"Here", she said, handing me flowered panties and the shiny white girdle to put on. What could I say ?

Sandy had changed into a blouse and slacks when she came into my room to pull me back to hers. She held a white bra with circled cups, and slid it up my arms. I cringed, nearly in tears. She then pulled this snow-white slip from her closet. It had lace across the top with embroidered flowers over the darted crescents, and the skirt was full with another shiny ribbon bow, … a large pink one over an insert of a circle of lace, with the ends flowing down over two rows of two inch lace. I felt my strength drain from me as she pulled it over my head, and it slid over the bra, .. so I now had two sets of straps, with the lacy hem settling below my knees. My hands fell to my side with my left hand coming to rest next to the pink bow on the skirt. My face burned with embarrassment as Sandy straightened and smoothed the shiny ribbon bow. … She then held up a white lacy blouse, and had me put my arms through the sleeves. Sandy buttoned it up the back, and my knees nearly went out from under me as I glanced at my girlish reflection in the mirror. She held up a flowered skirt, and slipped this over my head. She smoothed it over the buoyant skirt of the slip, and buttoned it at my waist. She walked me over to the mirror, where she proceeded to comb my hair into a more girlish style. I looked at the lacy underwear through the lace trimmed white blouse. I gasped, … and my hand went up over my pointed chest ! I looked so sissy girlish ! I .. looked … like … a .. GIRL ! Sandy then gave me a pair of white lace topped anklets and pink low-heeled shoes to put on.

Mom squealed when we walked into the kitchen.

"Oh MY ! You look darling….. Cindy…." She cried.

"Moooommm !" I protested.

"Well, … you do ‘ Mmmm, maybe you should have been a girl." She giggled.

I felt my face burning. … My boyish ego was in smoldering ashes.

"Here Honey, you can set the table." She said, holding out a white lace-trimmed apron for me to slip my arms through. She tied it in back. …. Ewwwww.

"We can’t have you getting anything on your pretty clothes." She cooed.

Sandy helped me out of the apron when we went to sit down at the table. …. It was awful looking down on the white lacy blouse with the lace-lined crescent bulges showing from under the nearly sheer blouse.

I sat blushing at every smiling glance from Mom and Sandy; …. and then the phone rang. Sandy jumped to answer, as usual. She had a devilish smile when she returned to the table

"Jenny is coming over to help work on our dresses." She stated.

"What ? …. Wh.. when ?" I stammered.

"’ ..’. after dinner, in about an hour."

"Get me out these clothes !" I cried nervously, as I stood to retreat upstairs.

"Just finish your dinner ….Cindy." Sandy giggled, grabbing my arm.

"Yes, … sit down and eat. There is plenty of time." Mom chimed.

I sat anxiously, suddenly devoid of appetite.

"Mmm, … I still need you to wear my dress. … You know …. with a little makeup, and …...’ ………. you could be cousin Cindy. No one would know." She mused.

"No ! I can’t be seen like this ! …. She’ll tell, …. and … then … everyone in school will know." I complained.

Sandy looked at me with her head tilted, … smiling slightly.

"I don’t think so, …. and I do need to finish my dress. We’ll have to "fix" you up a bit, but you can definitely pass for a girl."

Mom laughed as Sandy pulled me toward the stairs, then pushed me up them in front of her.

"We are definitely going to have to shave those legs." Sandy announced as I hit the top step.

She took me into the bath where she proceeded to cover my legs with white foam, and then shave them. She helped me remove the blouse, and shaved my armpits next. I feebly protested while Sandy threatened that without her help, and my cooperation, Jenny would quickly see me as her brother in a girlie dress. Confused and afraid, I went along.

The next thing I knew I was sitting in Sandy’s room at her vanity in her slip with her and Mom fussing over me. They flitted and fussed; and I watched in a mixture of fascination and fearful shock as Mom ran a tiny brush over my lashes, making them long and dark, .. and feminine. Sandy handed her blue eye-shadow; and Mom applied it to my eye-lids. I cringed when I opened my eyes to see what she had done. They giggled and commented about what makeup and colors to use, and giggled and laughed and congratulated each other as they made me look more and more like a girl, …. a "pretty girl". Sandy brushed my cheeks with a pink powder on the end of a brush, and then Mom used a pink powder puff to pat my face with powder. They finished my face with Mom picking up a tube of bright pink lipstick. I squirmed as I watched her twist, and the domed tip rose; and she brought it closer to my trembling lips. Eewww … lipstick ! Mom smiled; and I turned to see myself in the mirror with glossy pink lips.

"Do you think we should put her hair up in curlers ?" Mom asked.

Sandy studied me for a moment.

"No, …. The kids at school would tease him something terrible. …. What we need is a wig." Sandy suggested.

Mom’s face lit up.

"I have just the thing !"

Mom left, and returned with a curly, light brown wig, and they fitted it on my head. The curls brushed and tickled my shoulders. After Mom combed it out, they admired their efforts.

"No one is going to think you are a boy." Sandy commented; and they both giggled with glee.

"You look so pretty; … and you look so much older. You could easily be 15 like your sister." Mom commented.

Sandy pulled a pair of silky, brown nylons from her dresser. I gasped as she carried the filmy, feminine things over to me and hiked my slip up. She rolled one up and began slipping it up my leg. I felt so embarrassed, .. and weak, … just like a sissy girl. It wasn’t until she had attached the first one to the garters and began sliding the other one on that I began to awake from my embarrassment to how silky smooth ….. and nice they felt over my now smooth legs. I didn’t think I could turn any redder, but my face seemed to blaze even hotter.

Mom and Sandy slipped the lacy petticoat over my head, and over the slip, followed by Sandy’s peach meringue dress. Sandy held my hair up in back as Mom did the catch at the top of the zipper. Sandy arranged the curls over my shoulders, and they both smiled and sighed with pleasure at their work.

Sandy set a pair of black shoes at my feet, with no heel, a strap at the instep, and a bow at the toes. Just then the bell rang downstairs.

"Mom, …. will you get that ? It’s probably Jenny."

"Relax Cindy, you look great. Oh, but look at your nails. Hmm, … well, let’s at least give them a coat of polish."

With that she sat me at her vanity again, and set about turning my fingernails a bright pink.

Jenny came in the door a minute later carrying a party dress, with Mom right behind her.

"Hi Jenny. …. Oh Jenny, this is my cousin Cindy. I was just doing her nails."

"What a pretty dress ! ….Isn’t that…. it’s your dress for the dance, isn’t it Sandy ?" Jenny questioned.

"Yes, Cindy is helping me alter it. It’s so fortunate we are the same size, … she’s a perfect 4."

"A four ! Wow ! You girls make me sick ! You are both so dainty, … and so pretty. I can barely squeeze into an 8. ..… Cindy do you sew, too ?"

I shook my head.

"No, she’s just helping me. …. She is pretty, isn’t she ?" Sandy replied while blowing on my wet nails.

I sat quietly at her vanity waiting for the polish to dry as Jenny and Sandy talked. Mom said she’d be downstairs; and smiled and winked at me as she left. Jenny took her dress out of the plastic bag, and held it up. Sandy sighed and cooed over Jenny’s light yellow dress with the multi-colored pastel flowers. It was all ruffles, lace and froth, a lot similar to my sister’s dress …. that I was wearing.

"Isn’t it lovely Cindy ?" Sandy asked.

"Uh … yes" I nodded, clearing my throat.

I was shocked when Jenny began taking her dress off. Then I realized, … oh yeah, … I’m supposed to be a girl. I watched in awe as Jenny stepped out of her dress in just her bra and half-slip. She then proceeded to slip out of the lace trimmed slip, and was soon before me in just a garter belt, nylons, panties, and her bra. Her white cotton garter belt had narrow lace at the bottom, and two small ribbon bows where the elastic stretched down to the garters. She wore light blue panties with a white embroidered flower. Her white cotton bra had silvery embroidery on the upper cups and a white satin bow in the middle. Her dark brown nylon tops exaggerated her milky white thighs.

With my jaw nearly on my silky lap, I watched as she took a full slip from the same bag the dress was in, and slipped it over her head. Her cute, pantied behind was veiled from view as her slip settled in place. It too was very similar to the bouffant slip I was wearing, … with a large shiny bow over lace trimmed ruffles. My sister helped her into her dress, while I took a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. Fortunately, Jenny and Sandy were so engrossed in their conversation about their dresses and the dance, they hadn’t taken notice of my boyish staring.

I sat quietly as Sandy fussed with Jenny’s dress, making some alterations while the two of them chatted, unmindful of me. It was nearly an hour before Sandy had Jenny turn round for her, and announced her dress was perfect. …. Then their attention turned to me; and I was stood in the center of the room on a chair while they worked on my sister’s dress. Jenny had slipped out of her dress, and fussed with the details on Sandy’s dress in just her underwear. I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off Jenny. … It took them only twenty minutes or so before I was told to turn around; and they inspected their finished work. …. They both sounded so happy and enthused about their dresses, dates and the dance. Then Jenny suggested they go down to "Pizza Villa" to celebrate.

It made me happy. I figured I’d be out of these things, and back to being a boy very soon. …….. Wrong !

They carefully removed the dress all right; but then they put me in the thin, feminine blouse again, and another skirt, of light flower print crepe. It was very full, and it draped over the frothy white petticoat quite nicely. Then Sandy went downstairs. It was about 4:30 PM.

"Mom, … can Jenny, Cindy and I go for pizza ?"

"Um … er … uh … Cindy ? … You ALL want to go for pizza ?"

"Sure Mom, …. ‘Cindy’ loves pizza. Can we ‘ .. please ?"

I watched as Mom looked over at me, a smile spreading across her face.

"Well, … ok …. Just watch out for …uh ... your cousin." She kind of chuckled.

OH NO ! I can’t ! I thought. My legs felt like rubber.

Sandy handed me one of her sweaters. It was a soft, white, cashmere blend cardigan. Sandy helped me put it on; and then she held up a pink, flowered, silky scarf. She folded it in a large triangle, and floated it gently over my head. It felt so smooth next to my cheeks as she tied it loosely under my chin.

"It’s a little windy. This will keep your hair from blowing." She explained, smiling.

….. Oh God ! …. What a sissy girl I was, …. and ‘ going outside too ! …… Oh no !

Sandy ran upstairs, and was gone for a short time before she returned with two purses. She handed the basket type one with the flower on top to me.

"Here Cindy, here’s your purse." She said, smiling.

"Bye … girls, … be careful, and come right home." Mom called.

I followed Jenny and my sister out the door on shaky legs. I was so scared ! I was outside, in the broad daylight dressed like a sissy girl with sissy underwear, makeup and everything ! Thoughts of someone, … or worse yet, one of my friends, recognizing me terrified me. I looked down. The sunlight made my sissy girl’s underwear even more visible through my blouse, and the skirt billowed slightly at the first breeze. My hand shot down to keep it from rising, showing what sissy lace and ribbons I was wearing underneath. Jenny looked at me a bit strangely, and Sandy giggled slightly.

"Relax, your skirt will be ok. You’ll just have to get used to it." She whispered.

I couldn’t believe I was outside dressed like this, … walking down the street. The breezes against my smooth, thinly covered legs, and up my skirt felt strange, drafty, and a threat to my modesty.

Half-way down the block we came upon my friends Danny and Paul across the street. Danny was holding a basketball under his arm.

"Hey Sandy ! Where’s Steve ? Is he coming out to play ?" Paul called.

I could have died. I hung my head, hoping not to be recognized, only to gaze once again at the lacy bra and slip under my blouse, …. how utterly embarrassing.

Sandy shrugged at him, and looked over at me with a devilish grin.

It was a long four blocks later when we arrived at the pizza shop. I followed them to a small table where I sat my purse and carefully scooped my skirt and petticoat to sit down. Sandy removed the scarf from her head, and I did likewise. I let it rest on my lap. We decided on a small pizza with sausage, mushrooms and extra cheese, and three cokes.

Sandy and Jenny chatted about the dance and their dresses, while I smiled and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. I just wanted to get back home before someone saw through my disguise.

I ate daintily. I was careful to play the role I was dressed for; and we were nearly finished when Sandy announced she was going to the restroom. Jenny got up from the table too; and Sandy looked at me.

"Come on Cindy. Don’t you have to use the girl’s room too ?" She asked.

I sorta did, and started to nod, but then shook my head, … nearly making a circular motion.

"You need to wash your hands, and freshen your lipstick at least." She said, holding out her hand.

I followed them into the girls’ room carrying the purse and pink scarf. They each went into a stall. I wanted to go too, but looking down at the bulky skirt, with the slip and girdle and all, I wasn’t sure I could.

I felt so childish as I went into the stall, unsure how I was going to use the bathroom. I felt like I was a four-year old. …. Stupid me, I carried the purse and scarf in with me, and had even more to juggle. I lifted the skirt, …. and lifted and lifted until I stood there with my hands full of skirt and petticoat, but I still had to pull down my girdle and panties somehow. I was afraid the petticoat and skirt hem would fall into the bowl…… This was embarrassing. I didn’t know how to use the toilet ! I finally managed to get my girdle and panties down, and sit. It wasn’t pretty.

I was awkward coming out of the stall, straightening my skirt and holding the purse and scarf. Jenny and Sandy looked at me strangely. I walked to the sink, and washed my hands. I was drying my hands when Sandy nudged me.

"Freshen you lipstick." She coaxed.

I fumbled in the purse to retrieve the lipstick.

Jenny walked up behind me then, looking at me in the mirror.

"Yes …… Stevie, … fix your lipstick." She whispered.

I looked at my face just getting redder and redder, until it was the brightest scarlet.

It confirmed Jenny’s suspicions.

"I knew it !" Jenny squealed. "You are Steven !"

"Shhhh", Sandy pleaded. "It’s our secret."

Jenny giggled, and looked me up and down.

"Oh Sandy, what a cute little sister you have !"

They giggled together, and then Jenny took the lipstick from my hand.

"Here, let me help you, Cindy." She laughed.

Jenny applied a generous amount of pink lipstick to my lips, and then had me blot while she continued to look me over. She pulled the compact out of my purse then.

"..’ and powder that shiny nose." She directed in a burst of giggles.

I was ruined !

They both made sure everything was in place, and the scarf tied neatly over my head, before we left for home. … The streetlights were just coming on.

"I knew something wasn’t quite right. … I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Then I glanced at … Cindy … and it hit me. …. But I still wasn’t really sure. ….. Wow ! How did you get him to do it ? He’s always saying what sissies we girls are."

"Well, … I had some help from Mom. He just opened his mouth once too often." Sandy explained.

"Hey ! You let him see me in my underwear !" Jenny protested, striking my sister, playfully. ….. "That’s ok. I guess it’s nothing our little sister hasn’t seen before, …. huh Cindy ?" Jenny said, her fingers tracing the outline of my slip’s lacy bodice.

I was completely scarlet down to my clenched toes. I was in so much trouble.

They laughed, and teased and giggled.

"Cindy, … carry your purse up on your arm. … That’s right. Now take a little shorter steps. …. Yes, …. you make such a sweet little girl." Jenny teased.

"Ohhhhh", I groaned.

"This has to stay just between us, Jenny." Sandy cautioned.

Jenny looked at Sandy questioningly.

"I’m sure Cindy will be happy to be our little sister for us whenever we like, as long as no one else finds out, … ‘ right Cindy ?"

I nodded meekly.

"Oh …. YES ! I get it. …’ the old blackmail routine. Ha, … I love it. …. But hey, isn’t she a bit developed for 12 ? My little sister, Angela, is thirteen, and she isn’t as big……’ " Jenny commented, gesturing at my chest.

"Well, …. It’s the only size bra I have." Sandy explained.

A block later we were within a few houses of Jenny’s house.; and Jenny left us at the corner to race down to her place and back. She returned smiling.

As we got closer to home we passed Paul and Danny again.

"Wouldn’t you like to go over and say hello your friends ?" Jenny teased. …. "Hey Danny !" Jenny called.

I cringed in fear. …. Oh no, … she wouldn’t…’ ..

Jenny and Sandy laughed, and grabbed my arm as they hurried me up the street, and right past my friends. … Whewww

"She thinks you’re cute." Jenny called over her shoulder, pointing to me.

My face was burning fiercely.

They were laughing as we arrived home and came in the door. They greeted Mom, and we headed upstairs.

"Ok Cindy, now it’s my turn. Let’s see you in YOUR underwear." Jenny announced. … "Maybe we can have a fashion show."

They giggled as Sandy began unbuttoning my blouse. Jenny pushed the slip straps off my shoulders, and it slid to the floor. Jenny studied me for a second, smiling.

"Here Cindy, this is more suitable for you." She stated, pulling out a bra from her purse, and laying it over my shoulder before holding it aloft again. …. "It’s a training bra; and it’s just your size, …. Cindy." She teased.

Jenny unhooked my bra, and tossed it, and the socks, on the bed. She inspected my flat chest closely, running her fingertips over my flat nipples.

"Don’t worry Cindy, … they’ll grow soon." She laughed.

She then slipped the new one around me. It was slightly padded with a pink flower in the middle. The inside of the cups touched my chest, not like Sandy’s bra.

"There, …’ much better." Jenny giggled as she adjusted it, and had me turn around for them. "A training bra is just your speed."

Jenny helped me back into the slip, and adjusted the straps a little tighter. The slip bodice hung a little loosely over my chest now.

They looked through Sandy’s closet, and held some of her dresses up to me. I had to model some of her frillier dresses, and I had to walk for Jenny in high heels before they once again put me in the blouse and skirt. They giggled at the smallish bumps at my chest, commenting how I now looked like a developing pre-teen.

"What was it you told me a couple weeks ago ? … Oh yeah, go home and play with your dolls, …. wasn’t it ?" Jenny laughed.

She took a doll from the shelf in Sandy’s closet, and handed it to me, and then arranged it in the crook of my arm.

"Oh yes, … you look very sweet with your dolly. You are a natural. You make a darling little mommy." Jenny teased.

Oh God ! I was never … EVER going to live this down !

It was about eight o’clock, after fussing over me with makeup and ribbons and such, when Jenny and Sandy decided to put me in the pink nightie and robe. They covered my face in cold cream to remove the makeup, and giggled and teased me, just as I had always teased Sandy when she looked like this. I had to go downstairs carrying the doll in my arms to see Jenny off at the door.

"Now make sure you tuck your little dolly in with you tonight, Cindy." Jenny giggled as she patted my head before leaving.

Mom was surprised to see me like this; and Sandy explained how Jenny had guessed who I was, but had promised not to say anything.

Sandy saw to it I was tucked in with her doll. She then told me Jenny was going to sleep over the weekend after next, so be prepared to be their little sister Cindy again. We would have a little "mini" slumber party; …. and she wasn’t sure whether to tell Corrine or not……. She smiled and giggled as she kissed me on the forehead goodnight.

 

The End ?

 

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