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Sister, Sister, Sister - Part 4
By Missy Crystal
It had been an exciting first day for me as Jenny. After having my ears
pierced and my hair styled at the mall, my concern about being
recognized as a boy dressed up in his sister's clothes was gone. I
followed Mom, Beth and Susie into the house. Let the neighbors get a
good look!
"It's late girls. Please get ready for bed," Mom called to us.
I went up to my room, closed the door and started to get undressed. I
slipped the jumper's straps off of my shoulders, but the skirt stayed
up. I reached around and untied the belt. The jumper fell down around
my feet and I stepped out of it. I remembered the fuss Beth made about
my leaving clothes on the floor when I took off her party dress, so I
went to my closet and got a hanger. I took off the top, being careful
not to get makeup on it, and was pulling down my tights when I heard a
knock on my door.
"Jenny, are you decent?" asked Beth.
"Well, if you consider being in my panties decent, yes," I replied.
The door opened and Beth came in. She had on yellow cotton panties with
white trim and a matching top.
"Is my little sister getting modest?" she asked. "My seeing you in your
panties didn't seem to bother you this morning when I was dressing you
up."
"It doesn't bother me," I said. "I wasn't sure about you."
"Why?" she questioned me. "We're sisters, aren't we? We don't have
anything to hide."
"Well, maybe one thing," I replied.
"Yes, that's true. Perhaps we should keep our panties on," she said
with a grin. "I wanted to show you how to wash your tights and I have a
present for you too."
"A present Beth, really? I already got a present at the mall. You don't
have to give me anything."
"I know I don't have to," she said, "but I want to." She held out a
box.
I took the box and opened it. Inside I saw something white and shiny
with frilly lace. I picked it up. It was a gorgeous nightgown. The
material was satiny smooth. It was sleeveless and had a v-neck and low
back with a lace ruffle in front and a matching lace ruffle around the
bottom. Underneath it was a matching long sleeved robe with three
ribbon ties on the front and a lace ruffle at the cuffs. The robe was
shorter than the nightgown and open in the front, so the ruffles on the
nightgown peeked out.
"Beth, I love it!" I was so happy that my sister would give me such a
beautiful present that my voice quivered. She had never been nice to me
when I was her brother. "But it's much too special."
Beth had a big smile when she saw how excited I was. "Aunt Karen gave
it to me for a special occasion and I can't think of any occasion more
special than having a new sister. If you don't take it, you'll hurt my
feelings." She put her hands in front of her face and pretended to cry.
"Okay, okay." It didn't take much to convince me. "But if I can share
your clothes, then you can share my nightgown. Deal?" I asked her.
"Deal," she agreed.
She was about to hug me and then we both realized that we were in our
underwear and maybe that wasn't such a good idea, even if we were
'sisters'.
"Can I try it on now?" I said excitedly.
"Not yet, Sis. We need to get washed up. Come on, grab your tights."
She turned around and headed for the bathroom. I followed her. For some
reason, it didn't seem strange for us to be in the bathroom together.
"You need to wash your tights and stockings after you wear them," Beth
said matter-of-factly. "First, fill the sink with warm water. Then add a
little hand soap. Swish the tights around a few times. See here?"
She had turned the top of the tights inside out and was showing me
something white inside.
"This is a cotton sanitary panel. You need to scrub it."
"Beth, really, enough with the period stuff."
"Jenny, this has nothing to do with periods," Beth scolded me. "Girls
get infections if they don't keep themselves clean, well, you known,
down there. If we are going to share my tights and panty hose, then you
need to do this after you wear them."
"I'm sorry, Beth," I apologized. Then I added jokingly, "And I promise
to keep myself clean, 'down there'."
Beth went on, "After you wash them, let the soapy water out and run
warm water. Hold them under the faucet and gently squeeze until all the
soap is out. Then hang them over the towel bar in the bathtub."
"Got it," I told her. "Now can I put on my nightgown?"
"Not yet, Jenny. A girl's hair may be her most important feature, but
her skin is second. All the makeup in the world won't cover a facefull
of zits. Fill the sink up with the hottest water you can stand. The
heat opens up your pores. Use the cleansing soap and wash you face.
Rinse it really good to get all the soap off. Then blot it dry with a
towel."
I started to follow her directions, filling the sink and checking the
temperature of the water with my fingers under the faucet.
"Wait a second." She reached into a drawer. "Here," she said, and
handed me a headband.
"This will keep your hair back. Put it over your head and around your
neck under your hair. Here, I'll show you. Okay, there. See. Now, pull
the bottom of the band against the back of your head and slide the top
of the band forward over your forehead to catch your bangs and pull
them off your face."
I never realized that washing my face could be so complicated. After
completing the routine and being admonished for rubbing and not
blotting, as well as receiving a lecture about the various makeup
removers, cleansers, moisturizers, and toners I would need to use when
I got older, I was given my sister's permission to return to my bedroom
and put on my nightgown.
As I was heading down the hallway, I heard Beth call to me, "Jenny,
don't forget to brush your hair before you go to bed. Some of the
fashion magazines say 100 strokes, but I just do it for a few minutes.
Goodnight, Sis. Sleep tight."
"Goodnight, Beth." Then, surprising myself with words that I had never
used before, I added, "I love you."
I went into my room and closed the door. I picked up the beautiful
nightgown from my bed, running my hand over the silky smooth nylon and
brushing the lacy ruffle with my fingers. I found the bottom, slid my
arms inside, lifted it over my head and let it drop down. I was amazed
that anything could feel so wonderful. I wished that I had a full-
length mirror in my room, like Beth and Susie had, so I could admire
myself. I modeled the nightgown, walking, turning and posing. It was
late and I was tired from a long exciting day, so I decided to wait
until the morning to try on the robe. I pulled back the covers and got
into bed. As I slid down, the sensation of my nylon panties gliding
over my nightgown was ecstasy. I closed my eyes and dreamed pretty
dreams.
"Beth, Susie, Jenny! Girls, wake up. Rise and shine. Breakfast is
ready," I heard Mom calling from the bottom of the stairs.
I sat up. Was it a dream? Mom had called, 'Jenny'. I look down and saw
the nightgown. No, it wasn't a dream. I threw back the covers and slid
out of bed. I lifted up the bottom of the nightgown and saw I still had
on the pink nylon panties Beth had dressed me in the day before.
"Jenny, what's keeping you? Hurry up. Your breakfast is getting cold."
I picked up the robe, slid my arms in and tied the three ribbons at the
front.
"Coming, Mom."
I hurried downstairs and into the kitchen. Beth and Susie were already
sitting at the table. Beth had on a big white cotton t-shirt with a
picture of a megaphone and pom poms on the front. Susie was wearing
pastel pink cotton pajamas with light blue bunnies and lavender carrots
with mint green tops. I had a silly thought whether light blue bunnies
really ate lavender carrots.
Mom stopped what she was doing when she saw me come in.
"Jenny, that is a beautiful nightgown and robe. You look very pretty.
Beth, is that the set that Aunt Karen gave you for your birthday?"
"Yes, Mom. I hope it's okay. I though that Jenny should have something
special to sleep in."
"It was very sweet of you to think of your sister, Beth. I can't
believe how much I enjoy having three daughters." Mom paused and then
asked, "And what would my three beautiful girls like to do today? We
could go to a movie or to the park. It's up to... ."
"Oh, the park, please, the park," interrupted Susie. "I want the park.
Jenny can push me on the swings and we can feed the swans in the pond."
"How about it, Beth and Jenny?" Mom asked.
"Fine with me," said Beth.
"Fine with me," I said.
"The park it is. Let's finish breakfast, clean up the kitchen and then
you can get dressed. Beth and Susie, you'll have to help Jenny pick out
her clothes. It will be a while before she can do it on her own. I'll
make us a picnic lunch."
"Mom," said Beth. "You gave us a very nice day yesterday. Today is your
day. We'll clean up the kitchen. You go get yourself ready. And no
sweat suit either!"
"Well, I never," replied Mom, pretending to be shocked. "Aren't we
little miss bossy this morning?" She smiled, took the last sip of her
coffee and headed upstairs.
"Alright, sisters, let's get going," ordered Beth. "Susie, you clear the
table and bring the dishes to the sink. I'll wash. Jenny, you wipe and
put them away."
With the three of us working together, the kitchen was done in no time.
The amazing thing was that as a boy I would have left the table as soon
as I finished eating and gone to watch TV or play a video game; but as
Jenny, I enjoyed helping my sisters with the housework.
"Come on, Susie and Jenny. Let's get dressed," directed Beth.
We went upstairs to her and Susie's room.
"What shall you wear today, Jenny?" Beth said, looking me over. Susie
and I will wear our jeans. Should I find a pair for you too?"
"No, thank you," I said. "I've been wearing pants all my life. I want
girl's clothes. Besides, you're the one who said I needed practice
being a girl."
Beth went into her closet and started looking through her clothes. "No,
too dressy. No, no, no. You wore the jumper yesterday and a girl can't
wear the same outfit twice in a row. No, no. Yes! My kilt. And here's
the blouse I wear with it. Perfect."
"Susie, please get a pair of panties, a cammie and a pair of blue
tights from my dresser."
She came back with a pair of plain white cotton panties and a short
white cotton top with thin straps. Beth took them from her and handed
them to me.
"Jenny, go in the bathroom and change into these. Then come back and
we'll finish dressing you."
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I untied the ribbons on
my robe, slipped it off and then pulled my nightgown up over my head. I
neatly folded them on top of the counter. Then I slipped off my pink
nylon panties and stepped into the white cotton ones. They were not as
nice as the nylon panties, but with their high cut legs and low waist
they still made me feel like a girl. I pulled on the top. It was more
like a bra, fitting snug over my chest and coming to the bottom of my
ribs. I looked in the mirror and saw a pretty girl staring back, except
for the bulge in her panties, which I fixed by tucking my wiener under.
Then I realized I had to pee. I lifted up the seat and pulled down my
panties. I stopped. Jenny should go like a girl. I put the seat back
down, turned around and sat. When I finished, I took some toilet paper
and wiped myself, so I wouldn't get any dribbles in my panties.
"Jenny, we're ready," Beth shouted.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Give a girl a break," I kidded her.
The bedroom door was open. When I stepped in I saw Beth and Susie both
in jeans and sneakers with short white socks. Susie's socks had little
pom poms at the back, I guessed to stop them from sliding down into her
sneaker. Beth's jeans had a fancy stitched design in white on the back
pockets and she was wearing a light blue short sleeve shirt with the
top buttons undone to show a white tank top underneath. Susie had on a
flower print pullover jersey.
"Here, Jenny, put on your tights. Remember how I showed you yesterday?"
I took the tights from Beth and put them on, smoothing the legs and
pulling up the panty until it was snug. Beth gave me an approving nod.
"Now the blouse."
She handed me a plain white cotton short sleeve blouse with a round
collar. I put my arms in and buttoned it up. I was getting better at
doing buttons backwards, although it occurred to me that girls probably
think that boy's clothes button backwards. I left the top button open.
The kilt was blue plaid with a pleated skirt that had two buckles at
the side. Beth took it off of the hanger, undid the buckles and opened
the skirt up so it was one long piece of material. She handed it to me.
I held it, but had no idea how to put it on and just stood there.
Beth realized from my puzzled expression that I was clueless and took
it back.
"Sorry, Jenny, I keep forgetting you're new to this. Here, the skirt
wraps around you."
She reached behind me and then took one end in each hand, pulling it
against my waist in back. She wrapped the left side around and fastened
it to a button on the inside of the waistband near my right hip. Then
she brought the right side around in front, hooked it to the waistband
near my left hip and buckled the two buckles that held the slit in the
skirt closed. She stood back and admired her work.
"There, that's good," said Beth approvingly. "You can wear these penny
loafers. They have a lower heel than the ones you wore yesterday, but
they're better for walking in the park."
We took turns sitting in front of the makeup table's mirror doing our
makeup and hair. Susie didn't wear makeup yet and her hair was long and
straight, so she didn't require much attention. Beth did her lips and
eyes and then started fussing with her hair, running her hand through
it half a dozen times to collect it, twirling it around and putting it
up in a high ponytail with an elastic, then taking it down and doing it
again with a black scrunchy. When she was finally satisfied, I tried
putting on my makeup. I picked up the pink lipstick I wore yesterday.
Beth stopped me and suggested I use red, because there was red in the
plaid of the skirt. That was the first I knew that a girl's makeup had
to coordinate with her outfit. It took me a few tries and a lot of
tissues before my efforts met with Beth's approval. Then I used the
styling brush and blow dryer to fluff up my hair and frame my face, the
way Mr. Kenneth had shown me, and combed out my bangs. When I finished,
I asked Beth if I could wear her heart locket.
"Of course, sister dear. You can wear my gold bangle bracelet too. I'm
happy to share the family jewels." Then she realized that 'family
jewels' meant something different for boys and started giggling. Susie
looked at her with a puzzled expression and Beth got serious again.
"Let's get going. No, wait a second. Jenny, you need a pocket book." She
went into her closet and came out with a blue fabric one with a
shoulder strap. "Here, take the lipstick and your brush. I think there's
a mirror in it already." She looked inside. "Yes, there is."
We started for the door and Beth stopped us again. She went back to her
makeup table and got a bottle of perfume. She put a dab on each of my
wrists, two more dabs behind each of my ears and one at the front of my
throat. Susie wanted some too, so she put a little dab on her wrists.
"Rub your wrists together to work in the perfume. The heat will release
the scent."
The perfume had a flowery, powdery smell. Very pretty. I noticed that
Beth was not putting any on herself.
"Don't you want to drive the boy's crazy?" I kidded her, referring to
what she told me yesterday about wearing perfume.
"Nope. They're all yours today," and she laughed.
I made a face at her.
Susie was already going downstairs and we followed her. Mom was in the
kitchen putting things in a canvas tote bag. She was wearing white
pants, a black knit top with a scoop neck and three-quarter sleeves and
strappy black sandals. She had on makeup and a black hair ribbon.
"Wow, Mom!" Beth exclaimed. "You look great."
"I'll say," I agreed.
"Yes, great," said Susie, not wanting to be left out of the
conversation.
"Thank you girls. I'm glad you approve. I wouldn't want to embarrass my
daughters in public," she kidded us. "Now, let's scoot."
Mom picked up the tote with our picnic lunch and we headed for the car.
As usual, Beth and Susie got in back and I got in front. By now,
managing my skirt was easy. The park was only a about a five minute
drive. Mom parked the car and we all walked up to the picnic area. Mom
picked out a table in the shade of a big tree. Of course, Susie
couldn't wait and started running towards the swings. Mom had made it
clear that girls did not run in skirts and dresses, so I walked slowly
and Beth kept me company. As we got near the swings, I could see Susie
talking to another little girl. When we got a little closer, I could
see it was Kelly Johnson, the daughter of the woman who she stayed with
after school until Mom got home from work. If Kelly was here, then her
mother wouldn't be very far away. Mrs. Johnson had come to the house a
few times to drop Susie off when Mom was running late and I wasn't
enthusiastic about testing how convincing I was as Jenny with somebody
who knew me as a boy. Before I could leave, Susie saw me and started
calling to me.
"Jenny, Jenny, come push me. Please come push me."
"In a minute, Susie." I turned to Beth. "If Kelly is here, so is Mrs.
Johnson and I really don't want her to see me. You push Susie. I'm
going to head back." I turned and started to leave.
"Jenny, Jenny," called out Susie. "Where are you going? You said you
would push me. You said so!"
I looked around and didn't see any adults around. I didn't want to
disappoint Susie and decided to take a chance.
"Okay, Susie. Calm down. Here I come."
I walked around behind her and started to push here. She pumped her
legs and went higher.
"Push me harder, Jenny. Harder. I want to go way high."
I was concentrating on Susie and did not notice Mrs. Johnson arrive.
"Hi, Beth. Hi, Susie," she greeted them. "How are you? Is your Mom here
too?"
"Hi, Mrs. Johnson," Beth replied. "We're all fine and yes, Mom is at
the picnic area. We're going back to have lunch when Susie finishes."
Mrs. Johnson turned to look at me.
"And who's this?" she asked.
Beth said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's my cousin Jenny. She's visiting us
for a few days."
"Oh, how nice. Hi Jenny, I'm Claire Johnson," she said as she walked
over and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you. Are you Karen's
daughter?"
I was trying to hide behind Susie, but it wasn't working. Mrs. Johnson
was now next to me. There was nothing I could do. I held out my hand
and said in a soft voice, "It's nice to meet you too. Yes, Karen is my
Mom."
"I didn't know Karen had a daughter."
She stopped and looked at me closely. I smiled at her and brushed my
hair back with my left hand to show off my pierced ear.
"I can see the family resemblance. She paused and turned to Beth.
"Where's your brother?"
"Oh, he didn't want to spend the day with three girls, so he stayed
home to do whatever boys do." She shook her head as if to say 'boys are
weird' and gave a little laugh.
Mrs. Johnson walked back around to where Beth was standing.
"Kelly, it's time for us to go. Say goodbye to everyone. Susie, we'll
see you tomorrow. Bye Beth. It was nice meeting you Jenny."
She took Kelly's hand and they walked off towards the parking lot.
"Holy cow, Beth! I was sure she would recognize me. I just about peed
in my panties. I can't believe I pulled it off. She did believe I was
Jenny, didn't she. She wasn't just putting me on or anything. You
think?"
"No, I don't think she recognized you," Beth said reassuringly. "From
her expression and the way she spoke to you, I am sure she thought you
were a girl. Why wouldn't she? You're dressed like a girl, you smell
like a girl, you act like a girl and Susie and I treat you like a girl.
Even Mom didn't recognize you at first and that was before you got your
hair done and your ears pierced."
"I guess you're right. But what if you're not? What will I do?"
"I don't know, Jenny. It's something that could happen if you go out.
You'll just have to ask Mom."
Susie wanted me to push her some more. I wasn't in the mood. I was too
worried about Mrs. Johnson, but she had been patient and I didn't want
to disappoint her. I went back behind the swings and gave her a push.
After five minutes or so, Beth took over. Finally, Susie had enough and
we headed back to the picnic area.
When we arrived, I went up to Mom. I had a worried look, which she
immediately caught.
"Jenny, what's the matter?" she asked in a concerned tone. "What's
bothering you?"
Beth interrupted. "Well, when we got to the swings Kelly was there and
then Mrs. Johnson came over and met Jenny and, well, Jenny is worried
that Mrs. Johnson recognized her."
"Oh," said Mom. "Did she?"
"She didn't seem to. I introduced Jenny to her as my cousin and she
asked whether she was Aunt Karen's daughter. She did say she didn't
know that Aunt Karen had a daughter though and asked where Johnny was,
so maybe she caught on."
Mom was silent for a minute.
"Claire did meet my sister when she came up to help me after your
father left. I don't think they spent much time together. Karen and I
were very busy, what with a new baby, and Claire was just a neighbor
then. That was seven years ago, so I doubt she remembers much and I
really don't think she knows whether Karen has a daughter or not.
Anyway, Jenny, I wouldn't worry about it. Even if she did know who you
are, and I doubt she does, she is a very nice person. I am sure she
would just assume that it was a family matter and none of her business.
And if she ever did say anything to me, I would tell her that you had
been teasing your sisters and it was my idea to dress you up as a girl
to teach you a lesson. Okay?"
"Thanks, Mom." I gave a sigh of relief. "That does make me feel
better."
"I'm glad, Jenny. I really enjoy your being a girl and you seem to like
it too. I wouldn't want anything to spoil it. Now girls, let's eat. You
can have anything you like for lunch, as long as it is peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches on white bread. There's a jar of peanut butter and
grape jelly and a loaf of bread. What bread you don't eat you can feed
to the swans after lunch. So what will it be?" Mom laughed. It was the
first time I can remember her enjoying herself. Jenny was definitely an
improvement to our family. I decided that no matter what happened, she
was going to stay.
We all had made our sandwiches and were sitting down to eat when Beth
popped up and started waving.
"Crissy, Dee, Mary," she called out. "Hi. Over here."
I turned to Beth and said anxiously, "What in the world are you doing.
Please, Sis, almost having one heart attack today is enough."
"Don't be silly, Jenny. These are my friends from school. If you're
going to hang out with me, then you're going to have to meet the people
I hang out with. You have to make up your mind. Yes or No. I'll send
them away if you want me to, but then you can't expect me to spend all
of my time with you. I have a life, you know."
I turned to Mom for support. "Please, I've only been a girl for a day.
Give me some time to get used to being Jenny. I'll meet Beth's friends,
but not now. Please, Mom. I need more time to practice."
"I think you're doing just fine, Jenny. Mrs. Johnson knows you and if
she didn't recognize you, then Beth's friends certainly won't. Just
relax. Everything will be fine. Besides, it's too late. They're here."
I look up and saw the three girls approaching us. Beth walked around
the picnic table to greet them.
"Hi, girls," she said enthusiastically.
"Hi," they each replied.
"Crissy, Dee, Mary, this is my Mom, my sister Susie and my sister
Jenny."
I saw Mom raise an eyebrow and Beth's smile drop for an instant when
she realized her mistake. She immediately corrected herself.
"Well, Jenny is actually my cousin, but we're just like sisters. We
share everything. She's wearing my kilt and blouse and I borrowed her
designer jeans."
Beth spun around to show off her jeans.
"This is Crissy," Beth said, introducing a tall thin blonde with
shoulder length hair. "We're in homeroom together; this is Dee, Debbie
actually, but we have three Debbies in our class, so she's Dee. She's
in my homeroom too," she said, putting her arm around a short girl with
dark hair in a ponytail; and this is Mary," putting her other arm
around an Asian girl with short dark hair and bangs. Beth paused, then
turned to Crissy and asked her, "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much," Crissy replied. "We're going over to Cindy's house
to hang out. Do you want to come?"
Beth was very social and didn't want to be left out. "Can I, Mom?
Please? Cindy lives just the other side of the park. Please!"
"Well, Beth, it's not very polite to run off and leave your cousin. You
can go but you have to take Jenny with you."
"Really, Mom? It's okay for Jenny to come with us?"
"Mom!" I exclaimed. "I mean Aunt Carol. I don't think that it's a good
idea. I have some unpacking to do when I get home. Beth can go with her
friends, I don't mind."
"Jenny's around our house so much, Beth and Susie are like her sisters
and I'm like her second mother," Mom said to cover for me. "Jenny, you
need to get out more. You will be staying with us for a while and need
to meet people. Now scoot along with Beth and her friends and have
fun."
"Yeah, really Jenny," added Crissy, "it'll be fun. We're just going to
hang out, maybe listen to some music and talk about boys." The girls
giggled. "My Mom is picking me up in a couple of hours. Beth's house is
on the way and she can drop you and her off. It's no biggie. C'mon."
"Yeah, like, really," said Mary.
"Totally cool," said Dee. "You can tell us all about the boys at your
school."
"Yes," said Beth trying to keep a straight face without much success.
"I want to hear all about the boys!"
I gave Beth a dirty look. Then I looked at Mom with a pleading
expression. She gave me a big smile back. Before I could say anything
more, Beth grabbed my hand and started to pull me along as the girls
left.
"Wait," called Mom.
I breathed a sigh of relief. She was just kidding and now I was saved.
"Jenny, here," she said handing me my pocket book. "You almost forgot
this."
"Oh, dear, how absent-minded of me," I said, giving Mom the eye. "I
can't imagine what I would do without it. Thank you so much," I paused,
"Auntie Carol."
The girls had stopped when they heard Mom call and now they started off
again.
"I'll get you for this," I muttered to Beth as we hurried to catch up
with them.
TO BE CONTINUED
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