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Like Brother Like Sister
By
Trapper Jock McIntyre
Authors note: Given the lack of female to male cross-dressing stories, I
decided to dive into this genre. Scant few authors seem to handle the topic
appropriately. Only one handles it properly, and to her/ him, I kozmically
tip my hat.
To further spur interest in the topic, I'd like this story to be a thought
started for a female to male cross-dressing universe. I realize that the
story here is lightweight as are the characters. Therefore, I offer the
characters and situations to others expand upon. However, as I hold my
characters very dearly, I impose only the following rules:
1) The stories must be female to male cross-dressing in nature and not body
swap/ transformation. No male to female cross-dressing with these
characters. The female characters must never actually have penises.
2) No sexual situations
3) No abuse or harm or humiliation must ever come to the characters
4) If other characters are introduced the above rules apply to then to.
Thank you -- enjoy!
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Stephanie-Anne Hunter sat in her bedroom staring out the window. Her
brother was in the driveway bouncing a basketball. Lazily he lofted it into
the air scoring a basket. He made it look all so easy, she thought. But
then again, everything about being a boy was easy.
Her brother Joseph was 15 years old and everything she wanted to be. At
night she'd lie in her bed and hope that when she was 15, she'd be just
like him. But as Stephanie-Anne was a 13-year-old girl, this was of course
impossibility.
She went downstairs and out onto the front porch. She sat on the steps and
watched her brother. Stephanie-Anne wished that she could be the little
brother instead of the little sister and join him in a game of hoops. She
imagined standing next to Joseph in bathroom, her face all lathered up in
shaving cream as he taught her how to shave. She could seem them both
standing there both wearing a pair of boy's white fly-front briefs.
She sighed. Stephanie-Anne didn't necessarily want to be a boy; she really
just wanted to be treated like one.
"Hey Joseph, can I shoot a few baskets, too," she hollered.
"Nah, go away! You're a girl. Scram!" he answered back.
"But I can play too, can't I," Stephanie-Anne insisted.
Joseph tossed the basketball to the basket "Nope, you're a girl."
"Well, couldn't we just pretend that I was a boy?" she asked.
"Duh! You're a girl, now scram," Joseph replied.
Stephanie-Anne went back into the house and to her bedroom. At least she
could pretend on her own. She slowly and quietly closed the bedroom door
behind her then crept over to the old teddy bear that sat on her bed. The
bear had a rip in the one seam under its arm. Stephanie-Anne dug a finger
in the seam and began pulling something from inside the stuffed animal.
Once extracted, she snapped the item in the air to shale out the wrinkles.
The secret item was a pair of boy's underwear.
Stephanie-Anne set them on her bed and began to smooth out the wrinkles.
She had stolen them from her cousin Mark last summer when she went her
family went to visit her aunt and uncle. Mark was her age and she spent the
visit imagining what it was like to be him. When no one was around, she
would look into his bedroom and imagine what it was like to sleep in a room
that wasn't all girly-girl.
On the morning that her family was getting ready to return home, Stephanie-
Anne decided that she needed one last look around Mark's bedroom. Everyone
was packing things into the car, so she made up an excuse about needing to
use the bathroom. While everyone was outside, she snuck into Mark's room.
She opened the door to his closet and ran her hands long Mark's shirts and
pants. Stephanie-Anne then moved from the closet to his chest of drawers.
She opened the top drawer and looked over his socks, all neatly folded and
arranged. Then she pulled open the second drawer. Mark's briefs were all
perfectly arranged. She ran her hands over them, and closed her eyes. Her
mind drifted off to thinking about what it was like to wear underwear like
this, so soft and cottony, not like those nylon panties her mum bought for
her. She tried to imagine what that fly opening on the front boy's
underwear felt like when you wore them. Her mother yelling for her and her
father tooting the horn on the car interrupted her fantasies.
"Stephanie-Anne, hurry up, we're ready to go."
She heard the door to the house open, and just as quickly she grabbed a
pair of Mark's underwear and stashed them in her back pocket. She then
slide the drawer shut and went running down the steps.
It was this pair of boy's underwear that she was now smoothing the wrinkles
out of. Once they were her cousin Mark's underwear, now they were her boy's
underwear.
Stephanie-Anne took off her jeans and the t-shirt was wearing and tossed
them on the bed. Then she removed her panties and threw them across the
room. Standing there in just her knee socks, she picked up HER boy's
underwear and stepped into them. She slowly pulled them up her legs and
snuggled them around her waist. She then walked over to the mirror that was
attached to the back of her bedroom door.
Stephanie-Anne never ceased to feel a little thrill at the sight of the
reflection that she was now looking upon. Her boy's underwear was white
with little grey lizards all over them. The wide grey waistband had a red
stripe and the words Fruit of the Loom on them. It was about and inch
wide, unlike that wimpy lacey waistband on her panties. And those lizards
looked so much cooler than the flowers on the panties. And then there was
that all-important fly opening, the thing that made these so unlike
panties. She ran her fingertip along the stitching of the fly, the fly of
her boy's underwear.
She smiled as she looked at herself. Dressed in her panties and training
bra, Stephanie-Anne definitely looked like a girl with her long fingernails
and her long hair cascading about her shoulders. But when she was wearing
her boy's underwear, Stephanie-Anne thought that she looked a little bit
like a boy, albeit one with long hair and nails like a girl and small
girlish boobs.
Then feeling a bit bold, she decided that she was going to wear them in
front of her parents. She pulled her t-shirt on and looked in the mirror.
She could she boy's underwear peeking out below her t-shirt. The t-shirt
was white with powder blue sleeves. A playful kitten adorned the front of
it.
She then picked up her jeans and pulled them on. They had flowers
embroidered on them. Finally she pulled on her sneakers. As she sat on the
edge of the bed she looked around her room. Her mum had made it all look
all feminine with ruffled curtains and flowery wallpaper. Stephanie-Anne's
Junior Girl Scout uniform hung on the doorknob to her closet, a closet
filled with dresses and skirts.
Giving herself one last check she nervously went downstairs to join her
parents on the patio. She wondered if they'd know that she was wearing
boy's underwear.
She plopped down in a chair on the patio and sat with her legs spread
apart.
"Stephanie-Anne!" her mother scolded. "Sit more ladylike! Only boys sit
like that."
The evening passed uneventfully and when it was time for bed, Stephanie-
Anne undressed and tossed her jeans and t-shirt on the floor next to the
pair of panties she had taken off earlier. She kicked off her sneakers and
put her bunched-up knee socks in them. She grabbed a nightshirt from her
chest of drawers. It was filled with girlish panties and all a jumble. She
paused to grab a pair of panties and then stopped.
"No," she thought. "Tonight I'm going to wear my boy's underwear to bed."
Stephanie-Anne pulled the nightshirt over her head and climbed under the
covers. She reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to bed and
pulled out a small flat stone. She called it her wishing stone. Stephanie-
Anne rubbed it as made a wish. From the smooth surface of the stone it was
obvious that she had been doing this for a while.
"I wish that they would treat me like a boy." she wished. She continued
quietly repeating her wish as she drifted off to sleep.
At 8 o'clock the next morning, she was awakened by the sound of her brother
banging on her bedroom door.
"Hey dude! Stephanie-Anne! Wake up!" Joseph yelled.
Why was her brother calling her to wake up? He was never interested in her.
Stephanie-Anne stretched and shook the cobwebs out of her head. Something
felt funny when she did this. She reached up to scratch her head and it hit
her. Her hair. It was short! Stephanie-Anne pulled her hands away and held
then in front of her face. The long girlish nails that had previously
adorned her fingertips where now stubby short fingernails like a boy's.
She bolted from the bed to stand in front of the mirror on the back of the
door.
Stephanie-Anne's eyes got as big as saucers. She had a boy's haircut. It
was short and parted on the side. Then she looked at what she was wearing.
The nightshirt she had worn to bed was replaced with a t-shirt that said
"PS 51 Boy's Phys Ed". Peeking out from below the hem of her t-shirt,
Stephanie-Anne could see that was still wearing her boy's underwear.
She shook her head again. "What the heck was going on?" she thought. "Wait.
Am I a boy now? Or am I still a girl?"
Stephanie-Anne pulled down her boy's underwear. She was still a girl to be
sure, she still had a vagina. She pulled up the t-shirt. She still had the
two little budding breasts that she had when she went to bed. Yet other
wise she looked like a boy.
Just then Joseph pushed open the door and entered her room. Stephanie-Anne
stood there petrified, her boy's underwear around her ankles.
"Hey little brother, what're you doin'. How's it hangin'?" Joseph asked.
Stephanie-Anne looked at him. She blinked her eyes.
"Hey. What were you doin' Stephanie-Anne? Beatin' your meat? Don't let mum
find out that you playing with your cock or she'll have a fit."
"My cock?" Stephanie-Anne asked. "Huh?"
"Your penis little brother! Geez, Stephanie-Anne what's up with you?"
"My penis?" she asked.
Joseph lifted the front of his t-shirt. He was wearing a pair of white
Jockey Y-Fronts. Unlike Stephanie-Anne's they did have a bulge in the
front.
"Yeah -- what d'ya think we have, pussies like girls do?" he said as he
grabbed his basket.
Stephanie-Anne looked at the bulge in her brother's Jockey Y-Fronts and
then down at her pussy. Why did Joseph think that it was penis.
"Joseph, do I look different to you?" Stephanie-Anne asked.
"No, Stephanie-Anne, not at all."
"You mean I don't look like a girl to you?"
"A girl?" Joseph laughed. "Why would you say that?"
"Well, its," Stephanie-Anne started to stammer.
"C'mon Stephanie-Anne, you're a boy and maybe you should start to learn
some boy's things, like shaving. Grab a clean pair of briefs and meet me in
the bathroom."
Joseph left the room and Stephanie-Anne sat on her bed. She looked around
her room and noticed that it was now decidedly un-girly. No ballerinas or
stuffed animals, apart from the teddy bear that she had hidden the stolen
pair of boy's underwear in.
The clothes the she had taken off then night before lay in pile on the
floor. She picked them set them on the bed. They were different. Instead of
being powder blue and white with a kitten on the front, the t-shirt was
dark blue and white and said "Cougars Boy's Midget Football - Stephanie-
Anne '06"
The jeans looked about the same, but the embroidered flowers were gone.
Stephanie-Anne's sneakers know looked like boy's trainers and there were a
pair of white athletic socks. As for the pair of panties she had tossed in
the corner the night before, they were now a pair of boy's white Fruit of
the Loom briefs.
Joseph called out from the bathroom, "Stephanie-Anne? You coming for your
shaving lesson, little brother?"
Glancing over at her closet she saw that it was filled with shirts and
pants. The Girls Scout uniform that had hung on the doorknob the night
before was replaced with a Boy Scout uniform. Looking closely at it she
noticed that a label was sewn in the collar of the shirt. It neat letters
it said "PROPERTY OF STEPHANIE-ANNE HUNTER".
Stephanie-Anne went to the dresser drawer where her panties were and pulled
it open. Just as she thought. No panties. It was full of all neatly folded
boy's underwear.
Stephanie-Anne sorted through them and pulled out a pair of Jockey Y-Fronts
like her brother Joseph had on. She grabbed the white athletic socks and
then walked across the hallway to the bathroom just as Joseph was pulling
on a clean pair of Jockey Y-Fronts. Yep, he had a penis. She looked at it
in awe.
He noticed this and said to her "Envious little brother? Don't worry
Stephanie-Anne; soon as those hormones for puberty start kicking in, your
penis will grow too. Go ahead and toss your dirty undies in laundry basket
and take off your t-shirt. I'll get the stuff ready to teach you to shave."
Stephanie-Anne pulled off her boy's underwear and t-shirt. She stood before
her brother and looked down at her vagina again. Joseph handed her the pair
of boy's Jockey Y-Fronts that she had brought into the bathroom. After she
put them on, sat on the toilet to put on her socks. She pulled them on and
stood next to him at the sink.
Joseph lathered up his face and then instructed her to wash her face.
"Hold out your hand," Joseph said as he shook the can of shaving cream. He
then squirted a glob of the white soapy goo into her palm.
"Now smear it onto your cheeks like I did," Joseph instructed.
Stephanie-Anne did as he instructed and when she had finished Joseph handed
her a razor.
"Now, make careful long strokes like this, little brother," Joseph said as
he ran the razor over his cheeks.
Stephanie-Anne took a stroke at her cheek with razor and looked over at
Joseph.
"Good boy, Stephanie-Anne," Joseph observed.
Stephanie-Anne smiled. She looked in the mirror at the image of her and her
brother, both in their Jockey Y-Fronts, shaving and felt very happy inside.
After they had finished, Joseph instructed her to wash off her face and
then go get dressed.
"Mum has breakfast for us. You wanna go play some hoops? We can go down to
the junior high gym?" Joseph asked.
"Sure Joseph, I'd like that," Stephanie-Anne replied.
"Then go get dressed and meet me downstairs," her brother instructed.
Stephanie-Anne returned to her bedroom. She pulled on the boy's jeans and
boy's t-shirt that had somehow replaced her girl's clothes and then she
slipped on her trainers. Looking at herself in the mirror she ran her
fingers through her short boy's haircut.
"Way cool!" Stephanie-Anne said. "I really do look like a boy."
She bounced downs the stairs to the kitchen and joined her brother. Mum
turned around from the fridge and looked at her. Stephanie-Anne gulped.
"How's my two strong boys today?" Stephanie-Anne's mum asked. "Joseph tells
me that you two boys are going to go play basketball together, Stephanie-
Anne. I understand he has a surprise for you."
Stephanie-Anne looked at her brother. Joseph smiled. "Yep, just a little
present for my little brother. But you'll get it when we get to the gym."
Stephanie-Anne's eyes lit up at the mystery of the present that her brother
had for her. As she dug into her bowl of Wheaties her mind was awash in
wonder at the way her life had suddenly turned. Even though she was
physically a 13-year-old girl, everyone treated her like a 13-year-old boy
and she was dressed like a boy. She smiled, cause it felt good every time
someone referred to her as a boy.
Breakfast wrapped up and Joseph was smiling a big grin at Stephanie-Anne.
"Let's head out to play some hoops. We'll hop on our bikes and head down to
the junior high. Old man Duffy the janitor said that could use the gym
anytime we wanted."
Stephanie-Anne followed her brother out to the garage. In the place where
her pink girl's bike with the basket adorned with flowers normally sat she
found a blue boy's bike.
Stephanie-Anne hopped on her boy's bike and headed down the driveway
shouting, "Last one to the gym is a girl!" The cool air felt good rushing
through her boy's haircut.
After locking their bikes in the stand outside the entrance to the school,
Stephanie-Anne and Joseph entered the building and walked down the hallway.
Stephanie-Anne was in such a dream state that when they got to door marked
"GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM" she grabbed the handle to open it.
"Whoa, Stephanie-Anne! That's the girl's locker room. Hey, you are really
out of it today. We don't go in there, bro!"
Stephanie-Anne smiled. "Dun! Oh yeah right, the boy's locker room is just
up the hall."
They walked down the hall and Stephanie-Anne followed her brother into the
boy's locker room. Joseph flipped on the lights and Stephanie-Anne stood in
awe. She had always wanted to go into the boy's locker room and now she was
there.
"C'mon little brother." Joseph said to her. "I'll go to the equipment room
and get you some shorts and a basketball jersey to wear. Go grab a locker
and I'll be right back."
"Okay Joseph. Er, ah, I have to pee," Stephanie-Anne observed.
"There's a boy's restroom right next the equipment room, Stephanie-Anne.
You pop in there while I get your uniform. Hope everything comes out okay,"
Joseph told his sister.
Stephanie-Anne entered the boy's restroom. She examined the urinals and
walked up to one of them, She stood there for a moment and imagined that
she had pulled out her penis to pee. Stephanie-Anne glanced in the mirror
at the reflection of herself standing in front of the urinal.
"This looks so cool," she thought.
But, because she really did have to pee, she went into one of the stall and
had a seat on the toilet. As she sat there, Stephanie-Anne looked down at
the site of her Jockey boy's Y-Fronts around her ankles. She couldn't
believe it, those were really her boy's underwear!
When she had finished pee-ing, Stephanie-Anne redid her jeans and went back
out to the boy's locker room went her brother was waiting for her. He had a
silky basketball uniform waiting for her. A small package sat on top of the
pile of clothes.
"I got a uniform for you," Joseph said, picked up the package and continued
proudly. "This is your jockstrap!"
"My jockstrap?" Stephanie-Anne asked. She had never seen anything like this
before.
"Sure, little brother," Joseph said to Stephanie-Anne. "All us boys wear
one when we play sports. It will protect your penis and testicles,
Stephanie-Anne."
Joseph opened the package and handed the jock to his sister. She stretched
the straps and examined the pouch.
"But I've never worn a jockstrap before, Joseph," she said. "How's it go?"
"I'll show you little brother. Get undressed and watch me."
Stephanie-Anne stripped down and then stood in front of Joseph wearing just
her Jockey Y-Fronts as her brother pulled the jockstrap up his legs.
Joseph adjusted the straps around his rear. "Just pull it up your legs and
then adjust the straps around your butt."
Stephanie-Anne pulled off her boy's underwear and then slid the jockstrap
up her legs. As she did Joseph continued his instruction.
"Then just adjust your dick in the pouch, Stephanie-Anne."
Stephanie-Anne adjusted the pouch of the jockstrap in front. She looked
over and could see that while Joseph had a nice cock bulge in his
jockstrap, her jockstrap was quite flat as it nestled against her pussy.
"Good boy, Stephanie-Anne. That's support your penis and testicles!" Joseph
told her.
Stephanie-Anne looked at him. "Huh?"
"It'll hold your cock and balls in place while you run, little bro. Get
used to it! You're a boy, Stephanie-Anne, and just like girls wear bras, us
boys get to wear jockstraps. A heck of a lot cooler than wearing a silly
bra!" he told her.
Stephanie-Anne grabbed the pouch of her jockstrap. "Yeah, wearing a
jockstrap really IS cool!"
With that Stephanie-Anne and her brother headed out to the gym floor. As
they played a mean game of hoops, Stephanie-Anne noted that it really did
feel good wearing a jockstrap.
They got all sweaty playing the game and when they were all done Joseph
said, "We better hit the showers and head home for lunch, c'mon little
bro!"
Stephanie-Anne gulped. She'd be taking a shower, fully nude with her
brother. What if he finally noticed that she wasn't a boy?
Nervously Stephanie-Anne followed her brother back to the boy's locker
room. They stripped down and Joseph handed her a towel.
"Off to the showers," Joseph said.
Stephanie-Anne followed her brother into the shower and soon the room
filled with steam. Joseph was totally oblivious to the fact that she was
girl. For all intents and purpose he was treating her exactly like a boy.
She smiled as she lathered up, following her brother's every move, right
down to washing her vagina in the same way as Joseph cupped his cock and
balls as he washed them.
When they had finished showering Stephanie-Anne stood before her brother
and dressed. Pausing for a moment she held up her boy's Jockey Y-Fronts and
looked at them before putting them on. These were now her underwear, she
was now a boy, and life was good.
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