would you?
by Julie
Part II
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.
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Imagine waking up in a dainty pink nightie with a doll beside you in bed ... and you are a 12 year old boy getting up to go to school and having to face other boys knowing how sissily you had woke up in a pink nightie! I was shaken as I got dressed for school, and ate breakfast quietly and timidly in the presence of Mom and Sandy.
I was still feeling rather meek at school, and looked at the girls in their skirts and petticoats differently. I'd hear the girls' giggles behind me in the hall, and I'd blush, paranoid they somehow knew how I was dressed in their sissy underwear with a frilly, sissy dress, and swishy petticoat.
I was still deflated when I got home; but everything seemed normal as I watched "The Mickey Mouse Club" while Mom and Sandy set the table for dinner.
They smiled when I came out to sit at the table; and I shrugged when Mom asked how my day at school went. Nothing was even said when I slinked from the table, leaving Mom and Sandy to clean up.
No one seemed to notice my legs were shaved in gym class Tuesday as most of the boys in 7th grade didn't have much hair anyway.
I began to feel more normal as the week progressed, but still timid, especially around Sandy. Outside of an offhand sly comment here and there from Mom or Sandy, the subject of me in a dress wasn't discussed ... to my relief.
Sandy spent a good part of Saturday getting ready for her dance; and Mom gushed over her when she came downstairs about 6:45 PM. She looked very attractive in her dress, all prettied up. Sandy fluffed her dress, and looked over at me.
"Thanks Stevie, for helping me with my dress." Sandy called, sweetly.
I blushed and blurted: "You're welcome" spontaneously. Mom and Sandy giggled; and my face turned redder. I was flustered, and didn't know how else to respond.
The next morning, Easter morning, we found our Easter baskets. Sandy's had a few girl things besides candy, like stockings and lipstick. While I rummaged, looking at all the candy I got, Mom and Sandy talked about the dance, and her date.
Mom and Sandy wore very pretty dresses and fancy, beribboned bonnets for church. I was relegated to the back seat of the car, as the front seat was filled with their dresses and petticoats.
All the women and girls wore frilly dresses with voluminous skirts and petticoats at church. My space was encroached by Sandy's dress and petticoats on one side, and by another teenage girl on the other side, so I felt like I was being enveloped by white and pastel clouds on both sides. The girl blushed and whispered apologies about her skirts encroaching over my lap, but with so many women in full skirts on Easter Sunday, there was little that could be done. I wasn't the only male who had to endure a frilly skirt and lacy petticoats. Sandy just smiled at me with no apology, and fluffed her dress rather than making an effort to scrunch it up; and I felt helpless to protest.
Mom and Sandy made no attempt to change out of their very frilly dresses and petticoats as they prepared Sunday dinner. I, on the other hand, was out of my suit 5 minutes after I hit the front door.
Due to the size of Sunday dinner I helped clear the table, and was thanked by Mom; but I left Mom and Sandy to deal with the dirty dishes.
I was a little unsettled as the following weekend approached, what with Sandy's forewarning of my participation in a slumber party with Jenny; and I was definitely intimidated when Jenny arrived right after lunch on Saturday as I was leaving to go out and play. I was pretty nervous when I came home for supper but everything seemed normal as Mom, Sandy, and I sat down to eat. I was still apprehensive as I went back out to play. When I came in at 8:30, Mom was calmly watching TV; and I joined her, with no sign of Sandy or Jenny. I was amazed as I went up to bed Saturday night.
Church was not as nearly as crowded, or so many women in their frilliest, fullest dresses; and I was able to sit far enough from Sandy to keep her skirt and petticoats from my lap.
Sandy was pleasant to me as the weeks passed; but I still felt intimidated around her, especially when Jenny came over; so a strained peace reined at our house.
As the school year drew to a close, things were getting back to normal. Mom spent part of Sunday night and Monday morning fixing a nice picnic for Memorial Day, to take to an amusement park, where there was a beach and fireworks in the evening. Sandy and Mom loaded everything up; but then Sandy had to leave right after lunch to meet her boyfriend. I ran off to the rides and the beach. I returned a little after 5 PM, just in time for dinner, and ran off again. I returned about 8PM for a snack before we watched the fireworks. Sandy arrived just in time to help Mom pack everything up. I heard Mom grumble as I left her and Sandy to unload the car.
Mom was rinsing the picnic-ware as I ate breakfast and left for school.
Wednesday was the last day of school, and I got home in time for lunch, before running out to play.
Danny, Paul, and Eric showed up right after breakfast Thursday morning, our first full day of summer vacation. We were sitting on the porch steps deciding what to do with our summer of freedom, when three of Sandy's friends showed up. Sandy had her friends wait on the porch while she finished her breakfast, and freshened up before they headed downtown. We boys laughed as the three girls corralled their petticoats to sit scrunched together on the porch swing, with their skirts and petticoats piled up high on their laps. They started gently swinging, and their skirts and petticoats lifted gently with the breeze. Eric and Paul went over to push the swing, and a short time later the girls began squealing their complaints about swinging too hard. I joined Eric and Paul, and the three of us stopped the swing at its backward apex, sending the three girls onto the porch floor on their heinies with their petticoats and skirts in disarray. We boys thought it was hilarious! The girls got up trying to straighten their skirts and petticoats, when something came over me; and I yanked down on Kristen's partially exposed white petticoat, covering her ankles in lacy fluff, and causing Kristen to turn bright red with embarrassment. The squeals and laughter had brought Mom and Sandy to the screen door to see what was happening; and I looked up to see Mom looking at me, incredulously, her jaw dropped in shock.
"Steven! You get upstairs ... to your room! But first you apologize to Kristen and the girls."
The laughter, and my amusement, came to an abrupt end; and I blushed as I slowly made my way up to my room.
Fifteen to twenty minutes later, Mom showed up.
"I want you to go take a bath ... make it a bubble bath ... and use some bath oil beads. You're going to shave your legs smooth again and your underarms. ... We'll just see how funny it is, when YOU are the one in a petticoat!" Mom huffed.
I was stunned; and I felt my face go white and cold ... but there was no arguing with Mom when she was enraged and determined as she now was.
I went in and nervously began drawing the water. Mom tossed in the pink bath oil beads along with the bubble bath, and set a razor and foam on the edge of the tub, while I struggled with my trepidation.
I was in no hurry, and was slow and deliberate as I sat surrounded by bubbles, and ran the razor over my underarms, and the thin stubble on my legs. Mom banged on the door to tell me to hurry up.
Mom had some clothes waiting, thrown over my bed, when I returned to my bedroom.
"Check out your dresser and closet." Mom smirked.
I opened my top dresser drawer. It was empty ... as was my closet!
"These are your clothes for now ... until I decide otherwise. So you better do as you are told, and behave accordingly! Otherwise, you can just expect to spend most of your summer in skirts and petticoats." Mom warned.
I hung my head, shaken.
"I would have thought you had learned your lesson about being so mean, and making fun of girls." Mom scolded, looking at me for some explanation or apology for my behavior; but I just hung my head in silence.
"Well now you'll have your own petticoat to play with. Do you need some help getting dressed?" Mom asked.
I shook my head. It would be less embarrassing without Mom dressing me.
"I will be waiting downstairs then." Mom stated sternly, daring any defiance.
I stared, with my face getting hotter by the second, at the girl clothes laid out on my bed. I couldn't possibly consider dressing myself in these sissy, girlie clothes, had I not been dressed by Mom and Sandy before. The nylon panties were pink, with a cute, little, embroidered flower. The small girdle was familiar, as was the thinly padded training bra Jenny had left. I found it pretty embarrassing as I strained to hook the lightly padded beginner's bra behind my back ... incredulously dressing myself in the girlie clothes. Even in my room alone it was embarrassing but still better than having my Mother dress me. I nervously pulled on the fluffy white petticoat, followed by the light, silky, pastel blue skirt, and the light blue blouse with the tiny dark blue flowers. The socks were not bobbie socks, but thin anklets ... with sissy lace around the tops. I stepped into the black flats, and went over to look at myself in the mirror. I saw my face flush even redder as I looked at my sissy image with my skirt pushed out by the petticoat underneath. Oh God! How long was Mom going to make me dress like this?
My hair What was I supposed to do with my hair? It was still wet from being washed. I couldn't very well comb it back in my usual DA. I felt pretty silly as I combed my hair this way and that, looking to find a way to get my hair to look more girlish ... or less boyish, and more compatible with how I was dressed. I parted it down the middle, and reluctantly headed for downstairs, slowly shuffling like a shy 4 year old whose mother had called regarding some missing cookies.
I was apprehensive and reluctant as I slowly descended the stairs, unsure if Sandy and her friends were still around to see me degraded this way. Mom smiled thinly when I found her in the kitchen.
"Good, you can help me fix lunch." Mom greeted, before giving me the once over to be certain I was wearing everything she had laid out.
"M o o o m m!" I whined. "How long do I have to dress like this?"
" .. 'until I see an adjustment in your attitude! I'm tired of your derogatory attitude toward your sister and girls. That was despicable how you and your friends bullied Kristen and her friends."
I hung my head in silence.
We prepared salad, fruit, and sandwiches; and it was embarrassing when I had to scoop my skirt and petticoat like a girl to sit at the table; and the thin, shiny, rayon skirt, along with the petticoat, swished and rustled, making such a girlie sound.
Mom informed me Sandy had gone downtown with her friends, and wouldn't be back until later this afternoon.
"Let's see what we can do with your hair." Mom said, after I helped her clear the dishes.
We went upstairs, where Mom brushed my hair to try and fluff it. She fussed with it, combing the front forward into bangs, swept slightly to the side. I then watched as she picked up a blue satin ribbon, shaped a bow, and clipped the bow on one side. I turned red and squirmed, as I looked in the mirror at my boyish hair with the girlie blue ribbon.
We returned downstairs, where we sat in the living room.
"You don't have to sit here. You can go out and play or sit on the porch swing." Mom teasingly suggested.
I blushed, and shook my head, as I looked nervously down at my voluminous lap.
"Suit yourself", Mom said.
"As long as you are here, you could run the vacuum cleaner." Mom suggested about 45 minutes later.
I had thoughts of me turning into my sister as I ran the sweeper, with my skirt and petticoat swaying.
I was helping Mom prepare spaghetti for dinner, when Sandy came home around 4:30. Sandy stopped dead in her tracks, in shock, when she saw me.
"Hi Sandy, dinner will be ready in a half hour." Mom greeted.
"What's this?" Sandy inquired, her mouth gaping.
"I didn't appreciate his behavior ... or lack of one with Kristen and your girl friends. I think it will suit him right to wear a petticoat of his own for a while after his insensitive stunt." Mom explained.
"Wow! Super!! He makes a great girl! Can we keep him in skirts and dresses then?" Sandy giggled enthusiastically.
Sandy was tickled, and pitched in to help prepare dinner, just to be close to me.
"Mom ... what are you going to do with his hair? ...' nice bow." She giggled.
" ' and how about a little lipstick?" Sandy asked after studying me.
"Mmmm ... well ... I thought you and the girls might be able to help 'her' with that tomorrow at your slumber party." Mom suggested.
Sandy squealed ... and then hugged me.
"Oh YES!! ... I think we girls can fix his hair, and make him pretty!" Sandy giggled with glee.
Slumber party? Hey! Whoa! I hadn't heard of a slumber party ... but then I really hadn't spent that much time around Mom and Sandy recently, or paid that much attention to them.
"Mom! NO! ' a a .. slumber party? Do you mean I have to be dressed like THIS tomorrow in front of her girl friends?" I frightfully pleaded.
"Why? I think the girls will be happy to have another girl join them. I'm sure the girls can teach you some manners and so many things." Mom giggled.
Oh NO! My knees nearly buckled.
"Uh ... how many girls ..' ?" I squeakily asked my chortling sister.
"Oh, nine or ten at last count." Sandy happily replied, her eyes dancing with glee.
I gulped.
Sandy had the biggest grin. Sandy's grin never stopped, all the way through dinner, and as we did the dishes. I was scared, and my hands trembled.
Sandy had me sit beside her on the couch after dinner.
"Can I fix our Cinderella up, Mom?" Sandy asked.
Mom smiled.
"Well ... I'll leave it up to him. If he doesn't mind too much." Mom replied.
"You don't mind, do you Cindy? You want to look nice ... don't you? You don't want to look like a boy in a sissy blouse and skirt do you?" Sandy pleaded.
Sandy pulled on my arm to get up ... and I reluctantly acquiesced. I figured why fight it? It wouldn't be good to alienate Sandy while I'm in this vulnerable position.
Sandy fussed with my hair, but was unable to improve it much. Sandy then smoothed pink lipstick to my lips, and used a little blusher and mascara. Sandy was delighted as she looked me over, and hugged me.
"Oh, we girls are going to have so much fun with you tomorrow! Jenny will be thrilled to see you again. She has asked about 'Cindy' often." She squealed.
Sandy left me downstairs to go over to her girlfriends, no doubt eager to tell them about the new girl coming to her party.
It felt so odd sitting in the living room in a skirt and petticoat, with Mom scolding me to keep my legs together, and to sit up straight making the little mounds under my flowered blouse embarrassingly more prominent.
Mom took me upstairs to get ready for bed at 9 PM; and came to my room with a yellow, flower print. knee-length nightie with lacy accents and a ribbon bow at the bust, a satin quilted robe with a ruffled lace- edged collar, and fuzzy slippers. My groans and complaints of wearing a girl's things even at night were rebuked.
Sandy came home as we were coming downstairs, and let out a little squeal at the sight of me in the girlie lace and ribbons. We sat in the kitchen snacking on cookies and ice cream; before Mom and Sandy saw to it I was put safely to bed in the sissy night clothes.
It was pretty embarrassing as I joined Sandy and Mom for breakfast downstairs in our nighties and robes. Afterwards, they took me upstairs to get me dressed; and I was given a pair of flower print panties, and wore the training bra again. Mom slipped a light pink, flower print skirt with a ruffle at the hem over my head, and smoothed it over my beribboned petticoat. Mom then held a white blouse out for me to slide my arms into. It had a dainty collar with sissy-sweet, embroidered flowers of pink, green and ivory, and trimmed with delicate, narrow, ruffled lace. The banded short sleeves matched the collar with the same embroidered flowers and dainty lace. The blouse felt so girlie soft and silky; and I felt my face burn as Mom buttoned it up the back. I looked over into the mirror to see my white bra quite visible under the blouse.
"Mom! You can see my ... uh ... my ...uh bra!" I complained, blushing profusely at the words "my bra".
"Hmmm ... uh ... ok. Wait a second." She replied.
Mom returned with something small and lacy in her hand. She unbuttoned my blouse, and had me hold up my arms. The next thing I knew, white nylon was being pulled over my head, and I looked down to see a band of pretty lace across my chest. Mom slipped the blouse back on me, and buttoned it again. I looked over now at two sets of straps, and my lacy bust under the feminine blouse.
"Yes, it looks better with a pretty camisole." Mom commented.
I nervously put my hand over my lacy display. I wasn't so sure.
Sandy commented how pretty my blouse was, and how cute I looked in it, before fussing with my hair, and fastening a large white satin bow on top of my head. The ends tickled the tops of my ears.
"We are going to HAVE to do something with your hair tonight, and fix you all up pretty." Sandy giggled as she applied a light coat of pink lipstick to my lips.
I sat in my room, cowed, waiting for Mom and Sandy to get dressed trembling at the thought of Sandy's friends seeing me like this. I was dismayed when Mom and Sandy showed up in shorts and blouses, and shuddered as we went downstairs, with me the really girlie one wearing a skirt and petticoat ... and such frills.
I scooped my pink, flowered skirt to sit in the living room, and my camisole strap slipped off my shoulder. My delicate blouse was buttoned up the back, and the banded short sleeves didn't allow my hand to enter there either.
"Mom ... how do I ... what do I how do I fix this strap?" I complained.
What is with these silly girl clothes? I thought.
Sandy came over, and put her hand in the back of my blouse, and pulled the strap in place.
"Thanks", I said half-heartedly.
"You're welcome, little sister." Sandy giggled.
Sandy's amused smile freely expressed her satisfaction that I was getting to experience the difficulties of her girl clothes.
The phone rang, and Sandy said it was for me with a sly grin. It was Danny; and he wanted me to come over to play. My face was red as I imagined his reaction if he could see me like this. I told him I was grounded for the duration.
Sandy went out; and I watched TV until noon, when I helped Mom fix lunch. Sandy returned in time to set the table. My straps kept sliding off my shoulders during lunch.
Mom and I straightened the house, while Sandy made preparations, and spent a lot of time on the phone to her girl friends. I fought nervously with my camisole straps all afternoon, and wished I hadn't complained about my bra showing.
I cringed with foreboding when the doorbell rang a little after 3 o'clock. It was Jenny, and I felt my face turning red at Jenny's growing, glowing smile, and shrank at her amused giggles.
"Cindy! ... Oh, how NICE to see you again! Don't you look sweet! ' really cute blouse and skirt. Oh, and you are wearing such a pretty camisole too. ... But we will have to do something with your hair, though." Jenny giggled.
Sandy squealed and giggled with Jenny, while my face burned.
Mom had me join her in the kitchen around 4 o'clock to fix some sandwiches and snacks for the girls who would be arriving soon; and the lump in my throat grew each time I heard the doorbell ring and another girl arrived.
Mom made a tray of sandwich wedges, and chips and pretzels for the girls; and I was pushed reluctantly out to meet the girls with a frilly apron over my sissy blouse and skirt; and my face burned redder with each step.
My face was ablaze as the girls giggled and squealed at my appearance, and Sandy and Jenny introduced me.
"Everybody this is my new little sister, Cindy." Sandy announced.
Of course the girls all knew about Sandy's younger brother who was joining them as one of the girls; and I was quickly surrounded by 8 squealing girls, all curious, and giddyingly eager to inspect everything I was wearing.
I was the center of their attention as they primped curiously at my girlie clothes, their hands exploring every inch of my clothing; and their giggles and squeals rose each time another girl arrived to meet Sandy's new sister.
Things had finally died down around 6 o'clock, with a total of 12 girls now crowding the living room. It seemed the word had spread from Jenny and Corrine about Sandy's brother being dressed as a sissy girl; and a few more girls had asked to be invited. There were only two of the girls who wore skirts, while the rest wore shorts or petal pushers. I was the only one in a petticoat and the girls loved it.
Mom came in to greet the girls; and several of the girls made inquiries to Mom about why I was being dressed in girlie frills, and for how long.
"He has had this superior attitude toward his sister and girls; and it has been a concern. I'm sure you girls probably have brothers, or know boys like this, who think girls are just sissies, and think they are so much better. Well, when he and his friends bullied Kristen and he pulled her petticoat down, I thought enough was enough, and an object lesson was in order. He's going to be wearing his own petticoat for a few days ... and will be helping with some of the female household chores, and just see a little of what it is like from a girl's point of view for a change."
Some of the girls cheered, others chimed their agreement, wishing their own brothers could be put in a dress, and some giggled.
"Have you apologized to Kristen ... Cindy?" Mom inquired.
"I'm sorry, Kristen." I said, my face still burning red.
"Apology accepted", Kristen replied.
"Ok ... what are we going to do with your hair, Cindy?" Jenny asked.
"I have a home perm kit. Would you girls like to give her a permanent?" Mom asked.
Several girls shouted yes, while others squealed in approval. ... I stood in anguished shock ... my boyish ego shriveling to miniscule proportions.
One of the girls pulled the ribbon bow from my hair, and the girls ushered me out to the kitchen to wash my hair.
"Take her blouse off. You don't want to get perm chemicals on it." Sue cautioned.
My blouse was removed, and several girls giggled at my lacy camisole and bra; and I felt some of their soft hands exploring my girlie underwear. My head was put under the faucet, and then a towel put over my shoulder before I was seated at the kitchen table. My hair was wound up in small rollers, and the solution was applied to my hair. A plastic bonnet was pulled over my hair then. While we waited on the perm solution to work, Jenny and Darla shaped, and then painted my fingernails "romantic rose". The solution was rinsed out; and then my hair was wound in curlers again, and a hair dryer bonnet was fitted over my hair.
I was taken out into the living room where the dryer was plugged in; and then two girls removed my shoes and anklets, and painted my toenails to match my fingernails. Thirty minutes later the bonnet and curlers were removed, and my hair brushed out. A hand mirror was held up for me to see my head full of tight curls. I pulled one out, and watched it coil back ... like a silky spring. My hair, despite its relative shortness, looked quite girlie now. The white ribbon bow was nestled back into my new curls, and now looked well-suited. Most of the girls had to crowd around, touching and examining my new curls, giggling and cooing their approval of my new girlish look, as well as my girlie red fingernails and toenails.
I heard someone say makeup; and the next thing I knew Jenny and Donna were applying moisturizer, liquid foundation and rouge, followed by Alicia, Tammy, and Beth helping apply mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, eyebrow pencil, blusher, lipstick, and lastly, patting my face with a powder puff.
My blouse was returned, and the girls buttoned it. I had to turn for the girls as they inspected their finished product. The girls giggled and fawned at how pretty I looked, and what a cute girl I appeared to be, both in awe and tickled that I was a boy.
The girls were soon trying on makeup, both on themselves, and each other. I heard murmurs and giggles from a couple girls about "if a boy can look that good ...' "
I began noticing a few of the girls had changed into nightshirts and nighties; and about 20 minutes later, Mom had me go with her upstairs to put me into a pink nightie of silky chiffon over nylon, with a ruffled neckline and a big, pink, satin bow at my bust. The hem barely reached mid-thigh. The fluffy, see-through chiffon robe with the ribbon ties didn't hide my sissy nightie at all. Mom tied a shiny pink ribbon bow in my hair to match the larger bow at my bust, and then nudged me down the hall toward the awaiting girls downstairs
I was greeted by the girls giggles and squeals as I descended down the stairs; and I was sure my face was flushed as pink as my very girlie nightie with it's sissy pink satin bow.
"Girls, would you like to give Cindy a facial, and remove her makeup before she has to go up to bed?" Mom asked.
There were some eager squeals; and Dawn, Beth, and Terri happily applied goo all over my face. They seemed to be equally happy to apply the facial to remove my makeup, as they were to put me in makeup.
"It's so cool a boy is dressed, and made to see what it's like to wear makeup and, take care of his hair and complexion like us girls." Beth giggled.
"Welcome to our girl's world, Cindy." Tammy tittered.
"Yeah, wouldn't it be neat if all boys had to go to a slumber party, where they had to dress like girls, and get made up, get facials, and have their hair put in curlers?" Dawn giggled.
"Yeah, my brothers are always teasing me about having to put my hair in curlers and using moisturizer and facials. It would suit them right to have to do it just once!" Donna complained, and then giggled at the thought.
Mom said I had to go up to bed; and I should thank the girls for being so nice, and doing my makeup and hair. ... ... and a curtsy would be nice, Mom added as an afterthought, with a slight giggle.
My face burned with embarrassment.
"Thank you girls ... uh ... for uh ... your help." I stammered, and curtsied clumsily, holding the edge of my sheer, pink robe.
The girls laughed and giggled, and called out "nighty night Cindy".
Mom tucked me in bed around 10:30 in after helping me out of the filmy robe. I could hear the girls' laughter downstairs as the slumber party was just getting started; but I was tired, having a long day of embarrassment, and fell asleep quickly.
Mom woke me at 8 AM Saturday morning. She had me wash up, and then had me put on a pair of yellow panties with white lace panels, and then helped me into one of Sandy's bras, which she stuffed with Kleenex; and I looked down at the somewhat pointed cones embroidered with silver flowers on my chest. She had me pull on a panty girdle, and then handed me a pair of nylons! She watched, smiling, as I reluctantly pulled these up my legs, and struggled nervously to affix them to my garters. Mom then produced a lacy, light pink garment with white lace trim. She had me step into it, and pulled it up, slipping the ribbon straps over my shoulders. I looked down at the very girlie, silky pink nylon over my torso, with the lace trimmed legs covering my garters and nylon tops.
"This is called a teddy." Mom tittered.
Mom held out a frothy white petticoat with a large ribbon bow, and I stepped into it. She then held a pink, flower print, organza dress. I looked down at the very frilly dress as Mom tied the sheer ties in a big fluffy bow in back. Mom then had me step into white strappy shoes with 1 Ύ" heels and open toes; and I went weak-kneed as they exaggerated my pointed chest. The reinforced toes of my stockings showed, but the double nylon of my stockings didn't prevent my red toenail polish from being seen. Mom slipped a gold heart pendant around my neck, and a gold bracelet with a heart charm on my wrist. She fluffed my curls, and clipped a pink bow in my hair, and then clipped pink heart earrings on my lobs. Finally, she applied pinkish-red lipstick to my lips.
"You look so sweet in lipstick and with your curls. You would have made such a cute girl." She said, holding my chin up.
She put the lipstick and a compact in a white "envelope" type purse with a gold clasp before handing it to me.
"You get to play "hostess" for the girls. Let's go down and fix them breakfast, shall we?"
"Mom!" I complained nervously. "The girls are all wearing shorts and play clothes. Why do I have to be dressed so so girlie?"
"You delighted in picking on the girls in their pretty dresses while you were scruffy. The girls deserve the same opportunity." She explained.
I was shaking as I struggled slowly and carefully in the heels. I looked down at the front of the very frilly pink dress, pushed out prominently and pointedly, and at my red polished nails over the white purse. I felt sooo sissified in all the frilly underwear and dress. My nylon encased legs felt so silky, nice ... and so girlie with my petticoat and dress brushing over my legs. I would be dressed so much more formally feminine than all the girls downstairs, even Mom, who wore a shirtwaist housedress with a petticoat.
My heels on the stairs, and the rustling of my petticoat, didn't even stir a single girl as we made our way to the kitchen.
Mom pulled out a sheer, white, full pinafore apron she saved for holidays and special occasions, and slipped it around me. It was such a frilly, ultra feminine apron with lots of lace, including a puddle of lace with a large ribbon bow on the pocket. My stomach was full of butterflies as Mom tied a large neat bow in back while I looked down at the bib and the fluttering, delicate lace pushed out to pinnacled prominence by my pointed peaks. We then made a pot of hot chocolate, and made bacon, eggs, and pancakes. The smell of bacon brought some of the girls out to the kitchen, where they gasped ... and giggled ... and squealed in delight at the sight of me in such a prissy apron and dress with heels and nylon stockings. They couldn't help their hands from exploring my clothing, lifting my dress and petticoat while cooing and giggling over the frills. Their giggles and squeals, and the aroma of food, brought the rest of the girls out to the kitchen, which became really crowded and loud with their giddy squealing! I was completely mortified.
"Ok girls ... back out to the living room!" Mom ordered.
"Cindy, take the girls out some hot chocolate." Mom directed, placing some cups on a tray.
Mom smirked as I tugged down on the bottom band of my bra through my dress before picking up the tray.
The girls were all giggles as I slowly tottered out in my dress and sissy apron, carrying the tray, where once again my dress and petticoat were lifted to satisfy their girlish curiosity.
"Oh Sandy, you have the BEST sleepovers!" Michelle giggled.
"Cindy you look SO girlie!" Tammy exclaimed.
The girls giddily laughed and teased about what a sweet little sister, and perfect, pretty hostess I turned out to be.
Tammy explored under my petticoat, and found the delicate lace hem of my teddy.
"What is this?" She asked, fingering the lace.
I blushed deep red.
"My teddy", I whispered to the inquisitive Tammy, as I turned even redder by the second.
"Oh WOW! You ARE dressed SOOO GIRLIE!" Carolyn squealed.
"I've never even worn a teddy!" Donna commented.
My dress and petticoat were held straight out from my waist, so all the girls could get a good look at the bottoms of my pretty, pink, lacy teddy, garters and nylon tops.
"Can you believe it! .. a GIRDLE .. and stockings .. and EVERYTHING!"
Alicia squealed.
" ' pretty legs." Lindsey quipped, her fingers gliding over the garters and dark welts of my nylons.
".. and quite a pretty, girlish figure too, Cindy." Carolyn giggled.
"We are more than even now Cindy." Kristen laughed, looking at my exposed girlie undergarments.
My petticoat was allowed to fall back into place, and the girls commented how pretty it was, and expressed astonishment at how thoroughly and ultra girlie my Mother had me dressed.
My face was still bright crimson when I returned to the kitchen.
"Are the girls teasing you?" Mom asked.
I nodded.
"Well good, you deserve it; but they are just having a little fun with you, and don't mean any harm. I think they really like you. You do make such a cute girl." Mom consoled me, fluffing my curls.
"I think some are jealous. You make a prettier girl than several of the girls in the living room." Mom whispered.
I don't know why; but it made me smile.
I took a platter of pancakes out, with some plates and silverware.
"Anyone who wants eggs can come out to the kitchen to get them." I announced.
"Oh Sandy ... you have the best slumber parties. Can we come again soon?" Kelly inquired.
"Yes ... as long as pretty Cindy comes too." Jenny added.
The girls giggled, and chorused their agreement.
"Oh yes our adorable maid", Tammy giggled.
"We love you Cindy!" Michelle shouted.
I blushed.
I returned to the kitchen to bring out another platter of pancakes with a smile, and an oddly scary thought of wanting to attend another slumber party with myself in a sissy dress. Maybe I'd get to stay up later, and see what all the giggling was about last night, and what the girls get up to.
I tugged again at the bottom band of my bra after I set the platter down; and the girls tittered.
Mom and I had lots of dishes to wash, and a kitchen to clean; and Mom smiled with satisfaction as I paused several times to again pull down on my bra, and adjust my girlie straps. I was surprised when I came out an hour later, and nearly all the girls were still in their sleep shirts and nighties. I was enthusiastically welcomed back into their group; and I scooped my rustling dress and petticoat to sit. As I talked to the girls, they began to leave and reappear in their shorts and tops one by one. By the time they had all changed, it was time for lunch, and Mom called me to the kitchen to help make sandwiches. Some of the girls came out and told Mom they were not hungry, and were still full of pancakes. We made a small platter of sandwiches, and I took them out for those who might want one.
Most of the girls were still there at one o'clock, and Mom came in as I was sitting with them.
"Girls, how would you like to help Cindy with her makeup? You all did such a nice job last night."
The girls were eager, and my face was their canvas again. Mom told them to not overdue it, but to make me "presentable".
"Cindy and I are going downtown, shopping." Mom explained.
The girls all giggled, and were excited at the thoughts of me going out in public. I was shocked with this news, and quivered nervously.
"Mom! What ... uh ... why ... uh ... Mom!" I protested.
"Cindy honey, you need some underthings. You can't keep wearing your sister's." Mom explained. "You look so much like a girl, no one is going to know the difference."
I felt my face turning beet red ... again.
I was trembling as the giddy girls applied mascara, a light eye shadow, blusher, and face powder under Mom's supervision. The girls were all excited and amused I was going shopping for new panties and other unmentionables, and cooed and fawned over me.
I had to use the bathroom, and was embarrassed as I whispered to my Mother.
"I have to use the bathroom. How do I do that with this uh teddy?"
"The teddy has snaps. Do you need help?" Mom asked, giggling.
I shook my head.
I pulled my petticoat off, and lifted my dress, examining my teddy, before unsnapping the crotch; and then I pulled my girdle and panties down. I was aghast at what girls go through to go to the bathroom. It took me 4 or 5 minutes just to get everything back in place again amongst a lot of girlish rustling. I looked in the bathroom mirror at my curls with a pink bow, my pretty pink lips, and the frilly collar of my dress with the necklace. I was nearly mesmerized at the girl looking back a cute girl a very prissy girl a very curvy girl.
Mom had changed to a nicer dress; and I was surprised there were 9 girls still downstairs when Mom and I went to leave. They giggled as I was directed to apply another coat of lipstick; and then they bid us goodbye. A few of the girls even begged to come with us, but Mom rebuffed them.
I was shaking somewhat as I went out onto the porch, down to the curb, and climbed into the car, arranging my prissy dress and petticoat. I couldn't believe I was going downtown with my Mom to buy me girl clothes! I looked down over my pointed chest at my girlish, red fingernails over my petticoated lap, and tugged at my bra once again.
Fortunately we found a parking space across from "Dahl's", a women's shop, so it wouldn't be a long walk in my unfamiliar heels. I was scared as I climbed from the car in a frilly dress in the middle of downtown, and catching the attention of people on the street. I felt so self-conscious of the torpedoes pushing out at my bosom, and imagined everyone starring as we smoothed our dresses.
I went weak in the knees at just the display window as we approached, as it was filled with lacy intimates, and blushed profusely as we mingled with the women going in and coming out of the store.
I felt my face burning as we entered the feminine bastion, where there were partial mannequins displaying bras, girdles, and all kinds of girlie underthings. Mom took us over to the bra section, and picked up a smallish teen bra, inspecting it. My whole body vibrated with embarrassment! My brain went numb, and it was all a fog as I was pressed to help Mom pick out three thinly padded training bras, and three pair of panties, two with different pretty floral prints, and one with pretty butterflies. We looked at dresses, and then slips, and petticoats. After examining a whole row of white, fluffy, lace-trimmed petticoats, Mom selected one with a nylon top followed by alternate rows of ruffles and lace with two medium sized ribbon bows set diagonally from each other on the left side of the frothy skirt. Mom held it up to me, and asked if I thought my new petticoat was pretty!
My mind spun as we then looked at girdles, and I thought I was going to faint as Mom picked out a rather formidable girdle which turned out to be for herself. As we were about to leave the girdle section Mom saw a light control floral print girdle with pink ribbon bows where the ribbon covered garters attached, and swooned over it.
"Isn't this darling? ... And it almost matches your new panties!" Mom exclaimed.
I saw the glint in Mom's eyes, and I knew I was getting a new girdle as well.
I was almost in a coma when we left the boutique.
We got home around 3:30, and Sandy, Jenny, Corrine, and three other girls were eagerly waiting to hear of our shopping trip. I was surprised to hear Mom relate to them I had tried on my new bras, as I barely remembered being in the dressing room. Sandy and Jenny squealed loudly as Mom displayed my new panties, bras petticoat ... and they all swooned when they saw Mom had bought me a new flower print girdle!
"Awwww Cindy!" They all cooed.
Imagine my surprise when I found myself outside, sitting between Jenny and Sandy, swinging on the front porch a while later, my light dress and petticoat floating with the breeze between the shorts-wearing girls. It was such an irony as my prissy dress and petticoat overlapped the girls' bare legs.
I was stunned, and trying to remember how I got outside on the swing, when Mom called us in to dinner. I was guided into the house, and then into the kitchen, by Jenny and my doting sister. It was only after a few bites that I began to drift back into consciousness, and became fully aware of the conversation and those around me. I was shocked to again realize how girlish I was dressed with bright red nail polish and all, and blushed at the thoughts of my shopping trip and my new girlie underwear.
Sandy and Jenny pulled me upstairs with them after dinner, where they undressed me down to my teddy, and had me turn and walk for them before slipping the straps off my shoulders, and removing Sandy's stuffed conical bra. They poured over my new bras, panties, and girdle, holding them up, and gushing about how pretty they were. It was almost like I was seeing my new underwear for the first time, and I burned with embarrassment all over again. The bras were not similar: one was white with snowflake-like lace, delicate lace edging, and a cute ribbon bow, one was pink with shiny cups with lace detail to the inner part of the cups, with a pink ribbon bow in the middle, and one was ivory with a pink rosebud print and a white bow with a pink rosebud in-between the cups. Sandy and Jenny had me choose. I picked up the rosebud print, and Jenny took it from my hands.
"Hold out your arms, Cindy. You have to keep your little titties covered, you know." Jenny teased.
I felt my face turning scarlet as Jenny adjusted the cotton straps by slipping the end out of the metal holder, making an adjustment, and tucking the end back again.
Oh ... such a pretty bra! You have such pretty, girlie taste." Jenny cooed, running her hand caressingly over the rosebud cups, and the ribbon bow.
The girls giggled, and then they pulled me from my room to join them in Sandy's room in my bra, girdle, stockings and heels. I was surprised as they slipped their blouses and shorts off, and laid out their dresses for their dates, being unabashed in their bras and panties in front of me. I watched as they set their hair, and began dressing in girdles and stockings, before pulling on their petticoats and dresses, chatting merrily the whole time. They helped each other brush and comb their hair; and then they put on their makeup: mascara, blusher and lipstick. They were still primping when Mom called that their dates were here.
"Goodnight little sister ... don't wait up." Sandy giggled, kissing my cheek.
"Goodnight Cindy ... you look so sweet." Jenny said, kissing my other cheek, and caressing my pretty bra cups.
I went back to my room to put on my teddy, petticoat and dress. I had trouble getting the zipper up, and tying the bow in back.
The girls were gone with their dates when I came down, and Mom latched the top of my dress, and retied the sash in a neater bow. She sat with me on the couch with her arm around me.
"You look so sweet and pretty as a girl." Mom commented. "Do you like your new, pretty things?"
"Mom!" I protested as I blushed ... but nodded, almost imperceptively.
"It looks like you are wearing one of your new bras." Mom purred.
"The girls ... they ... uh it was their idea." I stammered.
"I think your sister, and all the girls, really like Cindy, don't you?" Mom questioned.
I nodded.
"I think if you get to know them, you'll like them too; and you won't want to tease and make fun of them anymore."
I nodded, and began to understand Mom's wider scheme for putting me in girl clothes as punishment. I had come to like most of the girls.
"It's not all bad wearing pretty things is it? It's sort of nice looking so pretty, don't you think?" Mom prodded.
I hesitantly nodded, still blushing.
"Good ... cause I think you should try and enjoy your experience in our girl's world while you have this unique opportunity." Mom said, hugging me. "Now ... what do you say we bake some nice chocolate chip cookies for a nice snack later?"
I nodded, and smiled as I went with Mom out to the kitchen.
Mom took me up to my room at bedtime. She laid out my pink bra, a pair of my new flowered panties, my new girdle, a pair of stockings, a pretty, pink petticoat with ruffles and girlie-sweet pink bow, along with my new petticoat, and a pink and cream dress with lacy accents. She helped me out of my dress and underthings, and showed me how to rinse out my stockings and place them over the shower rod to dry. She had me take a bath and shampoo my hair, and then put it in curlers for bed. I slept in the pink nightie.
I went down to breakfast in my nightie and robe, along with Mom, Sandy and Jenny. I was shocked to hear we were going to go to Jenny's church this morning and I would be joining them as a girl!
To be continued
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