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Sister, Sister, Sister - Part 1
By Missy Crystal
My sister Beth is fourteen and my sister Susie is seven. I'm twelve.
Our dad walked out when Susie was born. He told our mom that he didn't
want the responsibility of having a family anymore. We haven't seen him
since. Mom is a nurse. She works an extra shift on Saturday. We used to
stay with one of our neighbors, but when Beth turned 12 mom said that
she was old enough to watch us while she was at work.
One rainy Saturday, I was in my room playing video games. I got bored
and turned on the T.V. but there was nothing I wanted to watch. Beth
and Susie shared a room. As I was walking by, I heard them talking and
went in to see what was going on. They were both sitting on the floor
playing with Barbie dolls.
Susie looked up and said, "Hi, Johnny. Barbie is having a wedding.
Isn't she pretty?" She held up a Barbie in a white dress and then
pointed to a Ken doll that was wearing a gray jacket and pants.
"Cool!" I said. "Can I play too?"
Susie looked surprised. "You're silly," she said. "Boys don't play with
Barbies!"
"Well, Ken's a boy," I replied logically. "I could be Ken."
"No!" Susie said. "Ken doesn't do anything. We're getting Barbie and
her bridesmaids all dressed up in pretty outfits."
Well, the best way to make me want to do something is to tell me I
can't do it. "That's not fair," I said, looking at Beth. "Mom wants us
to play together and you're not letting me! If you don't let me play,
I'll tell on you."
Susie immediately pleaded with Beth. "No, Beth. No. Don't let him. He's
a boy. He'll spoil the game."
Beth didn't say anything. She was very proud of being left in charge
and I was sure she wouldn't want me to give Mom a bad report. Susie
kept on, "Tell him Beth. Tell him to go away. He can't play with us."
Beth just sat there thinking for a while. Then she got a smile on her
face. She looked at me and said, "Okay, Johnny, but you have to be a
girl to play Barbies with us."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, Susie is right. Having a boy play Barbies with us would spoil
the mood." You have to let us dress you up as a girl. Then it will be
like having a third sister and we can all play together."
"Oh, no. I know what you're up to. You don't really mean it. You're
just trying to get me to give up and go away," I said. "Well, it won't
work. I'm telling Mom."
"Go ahead," she said. "Susie and I will tell her that we did offer to
let you play with us and you didn't want to. I'm sure she'll believe
us."
"Maybe, I said, "but not when I tell her that you wanted to dress me up
as a girl."
"Maybe," she said, "but I think Mom will understand. She's was a girl
too you know and I'll bet you she wouldn't have wanted to play Barbies
with a boy either. So what's it going to be, Jenny." She and Susie both
giggled.
"Jenny? Who's Jenny?" I asked.
"You silly," said Beth, "if you want to play with us."
"No way," I said. "You're bluffing. You don't really want me to tell
Mom, do you?"
"Suit yourself," Beth replied. Then she turned to Susie. "Now where
were we? Oh, I think we were getting Skipper dressed up to be the
flower girl. We used to have a little basket with flowers in it. Where
is it? Here it is. Which shoes should she wear? It's summer so the
white sandals would be good. Are there any stockings for her? She's
young, so maybe she should just wear white ankle sox? I think there are
some pretty ones with lace around the top. What do you think?"
I didn't want Beth to win. Anyway, I was bored and it looked like they
were having fun, even if it was playing with Barbies. What the heck, I
thought. Girl's clothes can't be that bad.
"Okay," I said.
"Okay, what?" asked Beth.
"Okay, you can dress me up."
"You're serious? You'll let us dress you up as a girl?"
"You're the one who said I had to be 'Jenny' to play."
Beth looked at Susie. Susie looked at Beth. They both started to laugh.
"Susie, you come with me to find something for Jenny to wear. Johnny, I
mean Jenny, don't you look until we're ready."
They got up and went over to Beth's bureau. I heard drawers opening and
closing and the girls whispering to each other and giggling. Beth was
two years older than me, but we looked a lot alike. In fact sometimes
people asked Mom if we were twins. That really annoyed Beth. Finally
they came back.
"Here," Beth said. "Go in the bathroom, take off your clothes and put
these on. Then come back and we'll finish getting you dressed. Hurry,
if you want to have time to play before Mom gets home."
She handed me something pink and shiny. I look at them. It was a pair
of her underpants and an undershirt. The nylon felt smooth and silky. I
held them up and saw there was white lace around the waist and legs of
the underpants and around the straps of the undershirt with a bow at
the front of the waistband and the neck.
"Hold on! I'm not wearing these," I protested.
"Girls wear panties and camisoles under their dresses," Beth said
matter of factly. You agreed to let us dress you up and that is what
you have to wear. Now, are you going to put them on or not?"
"Whatever," I said. I was sure she figured that I would refuse to wear
panties and a camisole and I was determined not to let her win. I took
them and headed for the bathroom. Beth and Susie were giggling as I
left.
When I got in the bathroom, I took off my t-shirt and jeans. I held up
the pink nylon panties. I had seen Beth's panties before. Once in a
while I would find a pair in my underwear drawer by mistake. Usually
they were plain white cotton like mine, but these were silky and very
feminine. I took off my briefs and stepped into the panties. As I
pulled them up I could feel the silky nylon against my legs and then
sliding up over my hips and butt. To my surprise, it felt really good.
I noticed that there was a bulge in front over my wiener, so I reached
in and tucked it between my legs. Then I slipped the camisole over my
head. I turned around to look in the mirror. Wow, I thought. Girl's
really have great underwear.
As I turned around to admire myself, I heard Beth's voice. "Are you
coming out? We haven't got all day. We want to get back to playing
Barbies."
"Yeah," added Susie. "Come on out. I want to see my sister 'Jenny'."
Then she and Beth started giggling.
"Okay," I said. "I'm coming out. But no laughing. That's not fair. This
is your idea and you can't make fun of me."
The giggling stopped. "You're right," Beth said. "Just come on out so
we can finish dressing you up."
I opened the bathroom door. Beth and Susie were in the hallway. As I
stepped out wearing the panties and camisole, they both had a surprised
look on their faces.
"I didn't think you would go through with it," Beth said. "And I
thought you would look silly if you did," she added, "but you look
really nice. Come on, let's get the rest of your outfit."
"Thank you, I think. Okay, what's next?"
We went back into Beth and Susie's room. "Sit down on the edge of the
bed, so we can put on your tights, Jenny."
Calling me Jenny took me by surprise, but then I guess I didn't look
much like Johnny in pink panties and a camisole. Actually, I liked
wearing them and wanted to put on the tights, but I thought I should
protest, so they wouldn't know that I enjoyed being dressed up.
"Aw, come on Sis," I said. "Do I have to wear tights? We're just going
to play Barbies. You and Susie aren't all dressed up to play."
"Well, first you agreed to let us dress you up and it's up to us to
decide what you wear. Second, Susie and I are girls, so we don't have
to wear girl's clothes, but you're not a girl, so you do. Now any more
complaints and you can go change into your own clothes."
The first argument made sense. I wasn't so sure about the second, but
it didn't matter. I really wanted to get dressed up anyway. I walked
over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Good," Beth said. She took a pair of pink nylon tights and began to
roll up one leg. "Hold up your left leg and point your foot towards
me."
She took the rolled up foot of the tights and stretched it over my
foot. Then she unrolled the leg over my calf. She did the same with the
other leg.
"Okay, now stand up and turn around."
She carefully worked the tights up over my calves until the crotch of
the panty was just below my crotch. Then she took the waistband and
slid it up over the panties. She reached back down and began to smooth
the legs upwards until they felt tight. I guess that's why the call
them 'tights.' Then she tugged on the waistband a few times to get the
panty snug against my crotch and butt. When she was satisfied that they
were properly fitted, she stepped back.
Beth looked at Susie. "Very nice. I think they were made for him, I
mean her." She and Susie started giggling again.
I was going to say something, but then the tights felt so wonderful
clinging to my legs and hugging my hips and butt, that I decided not to
protest.
Beth and Susie turned around and went into the closet. When they
weren't looking, I ran my hands over my hips and down my legs. I
couldn't believe how smooth and silky the tights felt. I never imagined
that girl's clothes could be so wonderful.
They disappeared into the closet for a few minutes and I could hear
them whispering, but couldn't make out what they were talking about.
Every once in a while there would be a little giggle. Then they came
out carrying a pink and white dress. I recognized it as Beth's old
party dress. It was white lace layered over a pink taffeta dress with a
ruffled neck, three quarter sleeves with matching ruffles on the cuffs,
a wide pink sash that tied in the back and a full skirt with built in
petticoats. I remember Beth complaining that it made her look like a
little girl and finally Mom bought her a more grown-up dress.
"Alright now, Jenny," Beth said. "Put your arms up."
There wasn't anything I wanted more than to put on that dress, but I
was afraid if I didn't make a fuss they would know that I really
enjoyed being dressed up in girl's clothes.
"Beth, you're kidding. I mean, that's a party dress. We're not having a
party. Panties, a camisole and tights are one thing, but that dress is
too much."
"I told you before, it's up to Susie and I to decide what you wear." Then she added with a little laugh, "After all, you do want to look
nice for Barbie's wedding don't you?"
I decided that I had protested enough. I just shrugged my shoulders and
put my arms up. Beth reached up and slipped the dress over my head.
Then she told me to reach forward and she slipped the arms on me. The
dress had little heart shaped buttons in the back, which she did up.
Then she adjusted the skirt and fluffed out the petticoats.
If the panties, camisole and tights felt good, the dress was delicious.
That is the only way I can describe the feeling. It swished and swirled
as I moved. The lacy petticoats rubbed against my smooth tights as I
walked. I was in heaven.
"Turn around. Let me see. Oh my God," exclaimed Beth. "I can't believe
it. The dress looks better on Jenny than it did on me! Walk to the
closet for me. Wait, you need shoes. Where are the party shoes I wore
with it? Here they are. Give me your right foot."
Beth took a pair of pink patent leather shoes off the shelf in the
closet. They had a round toe, a chunky one inch heel and an ankle strap
with a gold buckle.
"Now walk for me. Stop. Spin around. Wow. I can't get over it. You're
gorgeous, Jenny."
I started to blush. "Stop it Beth. You're embarrassing me. I'm not
Jenny, I'm Johnny and I'm a boy, remember."
"Well you sure could have fooled me in that outfit. But we're not quite
finished. We still need to do your hair and makeup."
My heart began to race. Hair and makeup too! I never even thought about
wearing girl's clothes and now my sisters were dressing me up and
transforming me into Jenny.
I thought I still need to be careful about letting on that I liked
being dressed up, so I said: "C'mon Beth. Enough's enough. You said I
had to let you dress me up as a girl to play Barbies with you and Susie
and I'm dressed up as a girl. Let's go play."
"Yes, I know. But please let me finish getting you dressed. I really
want to do your hair and makeup. Please. It will really be fun and then
we can play. I promise."
"Okay." I pretended to give in. You can do it, but if I do, you owe me.
More than playing Barbies with you and Susie.
"Fair enough. I'll make it up to you. Now come over and sit at my
makeup table. No, Johnny, oops, Jenny, wait," yelled Beth, as I was
about to sit down.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"You can't just sit down when you're wearing a dress. You have to put
your hands behind you and smooth the skirt so it doesn't get wrinkled.
And when you sit down you have to cross your legs or your ankles, so
that people can't see your panties."
"Oh," I said. "I don't have much experience wearing dresses."
Beth and Susie laughed. Then Beth began to brush my hair. I wore it
long and shaggy. She tried brushing it different ways. I was sitting
with my back to the mirror and she was standing behind me. I felt her
put her hand over my forehead and then I felt something cold. I though
it was a comb and then I heard a snip.
"Beth, what are you doing? I said you could dress me up. Not cut my
hair."
"Oh, don't be such a baby," she teased me. "I just evened up your
bangs. Now you look cute."
"What? I don't want to look cute. I want to look like me."
"Okay, that's the best I can do anyway. Let's put on some makeup. I'll
start with lipstick. It's a pretty pink that goes with that dress. Keep
you mouth shut now or you'll have lipstick on you teeth."
I heard Susie giggling as Beth carefully began to fill in my lips. I
could feel the tube moving slowly over my upper lip, following the
curves and leaving a coating of smooth, creamy lipstick. Finally, she
finished my lower lip.
"Squeeze your lips together to get the lipstick even. Then put this
tissue between your lips and put them together."
I did as she directed and when I took the tissue away, I saw a pink
outline of my lips. Then I felt a soft brush on my cheeks.
"I'm putting on little blush to give you color and make your cheekbones
look higher. Good, now hold still while I brush on some mascara. It
will make your eyelashes look longer and darker. I need to do the lower
lashes too. There, all done. Oops, no. Wait a second."
I heard her open one of the drawers of the make-up table and she was
holding a gold chain necklace with a heart locket that she fasted
around my neck. Next she fastened a gold chain bracelet with a matching
small heart charm on my right wrist.
"There, Jenny. You're all done. Turn around and take a look."
I stood up and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe my eyes. There
was a really pretty girl staring back at me. The bangs accented her
face and the light make-up made her look feminine, but still girlish. I
stood back and admired the pretty lace bodice of the dress accented
with the heart locket necklace.
"Amazing, Beth," I complimented her. If I wasn't seeing it myself, I
would never have believed it. "I thought you were just going put a dress
on me and have me pretend to be a girl. Not really turn me into a one."
"Well," she smiled. "I didn't think it you would make such a pretty
girl either, Jenny."
Then Susie spoke up. "Come on you two. We're wasting time. Let's finish
Barbie's wedding."
"Oh my," said Beth. "I got so involved in dressing Jenny up I forgot
completely why we were doing it. Yes, of course Susie. You've been very
patient. I've had my fun. Now it's your turn."
This time all three of us giggled. Susie and Beth sat back down with
the Barbies, but I couldn't manage the dress with the big petticoat.
Beth saw me struggling and said, "Oh, I forgot Jenny. You need a lesson
in how to manage that dress. I took me a while. Smooth the front under
you knees and kneel on it and then smooth the back under your behind
and sit back on our heels. Otherwise the skirt will flip up in back and
show your panties."
We played Barbies for a while and finally she and Ken went on their
honeymoon. Beth directed us to clean up, because Mom got mad if we left
toys out. I helped them put the Barbies back on the bookshelf and the
clothes in plastic baggies.
"Now what?" asked Susie. "Do you want to read me a story Jenny?"
It took me a second to realize that Susie was talking to me like I
really was her sister.
Then Beth said, "I have an idea. Let's do makeovers."
"Oh yes! Let's do makeovers," Susie repeated, clapping her hands.
"Umm, what are makeovers?" I asked.
"We do our hair and our nails and our makeup, it's lots of fun. We try
different hairdos and looks," Beth explained.
"I already had my hair and makeup done, thank you. I don't think I need
any more."
The girls laughed.
"No, you don't, replied Beth. "But it's not fair that you got to have a
makeover and we didn't. It will be fun, Jenny. You'll see. Besides,
your nails are a mess. You could use a good manicure and we're just the
girls to do it."
"That's not fair," Susie complained. "Jenny's already had her turn.
It's my turn now."
"Okay, then Susie. Sit down on the makeup table bench and we'll get
started. Jenny, you take one of the emery boards and shape Susie's
nails on her left hand so that they are nice and round and even. I'll
do her right hand."
I had watched Mom filing her nails while she talked on the telephone or
watched T.V. and now I was getting to try it. I held Susie's hand with
my left hand a used the fine side of the emery board on her nails. When
we finished Beth applied a coat of pink nail polish on each nail. Then
she handed me the bottle. I very carefully used the brush the way Beth
did and after a couple of messy attempts that were cleaned up with nail
polish remover, I was able to apply a smooth thick coat.
"Wow!" said Beth. "You're a natural. Are you sure you haven't been
secretly using my nail polish?" She added, "I did my nails yesterday,
so it's Jenny's turn."
I sat down on the bench while Susie and Jenny filed my nails and
applied a coat of the pink polish. I followed Susie's example and
wiggled my fingers in the air, blowing on them to dry the polish.
"Will you do my hair now Beth?" asked Susie.
"Sure, honey. How about a French braid?"
"Oh yes, please. That will be so pretty."
I stood next to Beth as she showed me how to use the pointed end of the
comb to separate Susie's hair into sections and then began to weave the
sections together to make a braid. I was trying to learn the pattern,
when I heard Mom's voice. We had lost track of the time and she was
home.
"Hello, girls," she said. "Beth, honey, who's your friend and why is
she wearing your party dress?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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