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This is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. Readers who have reached the legal age of consent in their jurisdictions are welcome. This story may NOT be reproduced or posted anywhere without the express written permission of the author. Simonnedanielle1204 @hotmail.com - All Rights Reserved. Synopsis: Paul is an absurdly small and definitely curious fifteen year old. He has this irresistible urge to discover, up close and personal, exactly what it is about their pretty clothes that make his mother and sister so darn sexy. But that's just the beginning. There are lots of sexy adventures just around the bend. Come and walk a mile in Paul's new shoes. "Hey! Those Are My Favorite Panties!" By: Simonne Danielle © 2007 Simonne Danielle - All Rights Reserved Part 1 As usual I was lying on the plush carpet in our living room watching prime-time television. Beth, my seventeen year old sister, was out visiting her girlfriends. Mom was lounging on the sofa just above me. She has a habit of drifting off to dreamland after only a few minutes. That was fine with me because I have my own little habit. Like most fifteen year old boys I find it impossible to keep my hands off my tiny pecker; or 'little dickie', as Mom and Beth call it when they're in the mood to tease me...which seems to be most of the time. Of course my pecker is tiny! I've actually measured it! It's barely a half-inch long when it's soft! Maybe as thick as a number two pencil! When I get turned on...get this...it swells to a scintillating length of one and a half inches! But then again...everything about me is tiny! As far up the 'family tree' as we could go we couldn't find a single relative who was taller than five-foot three! My mother and sister tell me they call my pecker 'little dickie' because they think it's cute! But, in truth, my older sister, Beth, takes an almost sadistic pleasure in ridiculing me incessantly about it, and my overall pixie-like appearance. The one physical thing that really stands out about me, and that I'm truly proud of, is my wavy blond hair. It cascades to my shoulder blades. Sure, my Mom and sister have the same wavy blond hair, it runs in the family. Still, I've steadfastly refused to cut it short. I'm convinced that wearing it in a low-slung pony tail compensates for my five-foot, ninety-eight pound frame. My 'cute bootie', sparkling blue eyes, and slender frame has always generated a fair amount of teasing from girls and boys alike and I try my best to give as good as I get. Mom calls the teasing I endure "Immunizing Doses of Frustration". Beth, being two years older, has unlimited rein from Mom to do pretty much as she pleases. I know Mom prefers to think of Beth as her sister 'cuz it makes her feel younger. Beth and the girls in her exclusive clique date all the major studs in school and are the much-sought-after invitees at every party. At only five-foot-one and barely a hundred pounds she still manages - quite successfully, thank you very much - to call the shots. I know from eavesdropping on her telephone calls that she engages in heavy petting but has never gone all-the-way. Me...I've never even been on a date! She's been dating boys since age thirteen and in four short years has mastered the fine art of twisting everyone around her little finger by dressing and acting sexy-cute. Her perky B-cup boobs started developing when she was thirteen and, at the rate they're growing, she's an odds-on- favorite to surpass Mom's D-cups before she's twenty-one! Her wavy blond hair falls to her waist. Her perfectly proportioned legs rise elegantly to her high and firm bubble-butt. Girls envy her and boys lust after her! Their 'weapons', as she and Mom like to call their boobs, are always prominently displayed thanks to underwired, push-up bras. Boys have no defenses when they get a glimpse of those luscious globes trying to burst free from the tight sweaters and skimpy tops that are their trademark. Beth has learned her lessons well and uses every opportunity to practice her manipulative and controlling tactics on me. They dress in the sexiest clothing; skin tight skirts and sweaters, dresses ballooning out over frothy petticoats, sky-high stiletto heels, and lingerie... OHMIGAWD! ...their lingerie! The most expensive, most silky, most lacey lingerie you can imagine! How on earth can a silky pair of pretty panties, or a tight skirt, tight sweater, or high heels for that matter, make them feel so good...and so desired??? Mom is only thirty-three years old - if you ask her, she'll only admit to twenty-five! Her petite five-foot-one, one hundred five pounds, wavy blond hair, azure-blue eyes, slender legs, and still-firm butt are the complete package! Anyone seeing the three of us together have no doubts we we're related. Beth never misses the chance to rub it in whenever anyone mistakenly assumes I'm her little sister! In any event, here I was, laying on the floor watching another of the many musical variety shows Mom preferred. Actually I love watching musical variety, too. I especially love watching the girl dancers. Their costumes are a constant source of erotic pleasure for me. Their full skirts flaring high to their waists, exposing their silky tights and colorful panties, give me all the motivation I needed to keep my hands on my stiff little pecker. I was idly tickling the tip of my little stiffy which was nestled inside my polished-cotton shorty pajamas, certain that my naughtiness would not be noticed by my dozing mother. "Paul! Tut, tut! How many times have I told you not to play with yourself like that?" She asked rhetorically, staring down from her reclining position above me. So much for being certain! I looked up at her with a sheepish grin on my face. "Sorry Mom, I just can't help it! It feels so good. Besides, you never yell at Beth when she touches herself! Sheesh!" I didn't dare mention all the times I'd seen Mom playing with herself too! Now fully awake, she swung her legs off the sofa and sat up. As she seductively crossed her legs her black satin robe swung open exposing her sheer ankle-length peach nightgown, under which she was as naked as a newborn. A tantalizing sight guaranteed to make any boy go blind! Around the house it's not unusual for Beth and Mom to wander around in various states of undress. They take shameless delight in causing me no end of embarrassment as they strut around displaying their luscious bodies clad in sexy undies! I did mention that they always dress sexy, didn't I? As common as it is to see them partially clad, it never fails to get my juices flowing! Their constant banter about how fantastic they feel when they wear all their pretty clothing was a curiosity. The clothes I wear never make feel the way they describe. "Come and sit next to me," she said, in her characteristic motherly tone, as she patted the cushion next to her. I got up off the floor and timidly sat on the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her bosom. Her perfume was intoxicating. The silkiness of her robe grazing lightly against me sent shivers down my spine as she casually spread it over her legs. She took my hand in hers and rested it on top of her satiny robe. I shivered as she spoke softly, "I know it feels good, Honey. But when you play with yourself like that it shows! She patted my lap tenderly, causing me to shiver even more. She ignored my shivering and continued, "And it does look...well...it looks unsightly...when you have your hand in your crotch like that! And most of the time you make such a mess when you, uh...squirt! I've seen the stains, you know. I mean, if you were at least a little neater about it, I guess it wouldn't be so icky!" "Mom!" I started protesting defensively, red-faced and thoroughly embarrassed at her unemotional statement of the facts. She cut off my protestations, "Goodness, at times like this I wish your father hadn't run off so you'd have a man to teach you these things!" she added with an exasperated tone. Her free hand was absently stroking my slender thighs. Goose bumps were fighting for space on the hairless skin on my legs! "Mom!" I tried to protest again. I thought briefly of pushing her hand away. It felt too good, so I didn't. I just sat there and shivered. "Shush, Darling! What is it that gets you so excited? It seems that lately you're always in such a state! Maybe I should ask Beth to have a chat with you about the birds and the bees." "Mom!" I yelped. "I'm fifteen years old! I know about the birds and the bees!" I lied. The last thing I wanted was for my sister to be able to gloat that she had to teach me about the birds and the bees...to have another excuse to taunt and humiliate me! "I know, Honey. I know. But something is keeping you in a constant state of...you know...an aroused state! Let me see!" Before I could push her hand away or even utter a protest, she was stretching the waistband of my PJ's so she could peer inside. She did...and gasped... "What in the world?" If she noticed my red face burning with embarrassment, she didn't let on. "Honey, are these nylon panties you're wearing?" Another rhetorical question, as she fingered the nylon and the ruffled lace trim on the waistband of the yellow panties I had pilfered from Beth's dresser. "Oh my...you are wearing panties! These are your sister's, aren't they? We just bought this set a few days ago." "Er...yes...well...I...uh... guess so!" I responded, knowing a lie at this point would only get her upset. Mom hated lies worse than anything. I guess it was 'cuz the old man had cheated on her for a coupla years before running off with his bimbette. The heat rising up in my cheeks was overwhelming! "Why?" Was all she asked quietly. She lowered my P.J.'s to the middle of my thighs just to be sure she really saw what she thought she saw. She kept running her fingers along the lacey waistband of the nylon panty. My little nub of a pecker was barely making a teeny protrusion in the silky panty. "Mom," I blubbered, "you and Beth are always raving about how wonderful all your silky undies make you feel! I guess I just wanted to see how they feel, too! So I sorta borrowed a pair from her. You won't tell her, will you? She'll be so ticked off!" I buried my face in my hands and started wailing. "There, there, Sweetie. It's okay." She cooed in a soothing tone as she continued to electrify my body with the butterfly touch of her fingers! "Do you like the way they feel? Never mind...Judging from how stiff your little dickie is I'd say the answer is pretty obvious." She was hugging me tightly and smiling. She absently crossed one leg over the other, leaning closer to me as she sat on one butt cheek in that especially sexy way women have. As she continued to stroke my thighs and tickle the lace on the panty, she swayed her leg back and forth in a sensuous way. I was real close to that special place I go to when I make all those stains she was talking about. Her hand stroked faster along my thigh! Her leg swayed faster! I gasped and shuddered and, to my utter humiliation, involuntarily oozed enough gooey to stain a couple of pair of panties! I slumped back, dizzy and light-headed. "Mmmm, silky panties do feel good, don't they, Little One?" Mom was staring incredulously at the wet spot spreading across the front of the panty! I was thoroughly mortified! "I...I'm sorry Mom! I couldn't help it!" I sniveled. "It's okay, Sweetie. These things happen," she said softly. "I suppose we should have had this talk a long time ago." Then added, as an afterthought, "But you'll have to rinse those out before your sister gets home. Knowing her, she'll throw the hissy-fit of all hissy-fits if she sees this mess!" She was trying to stifle a motherly, all-knowing giggle. I tried to cover up my messies with my hand but it didn't help much. The tell-tale goo kept spreading! "You'll need to learn how we girls hand-wash our dainties. We get lots of stains too and have to be very careful to keep our things fresh and clean. After all," she said, raising one finely-arched eyebrow, "we never know when a naughty little boy might borrow them...without asking permission!" She giggled, breaking the tension...I giggled too! She looked with amazement at my deflated pecker as it rested languidly inside my now very transparent undies. I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you!" She said apologetically. Then, to my even further humiliation, "It's so teeny!" She stated matter-of-factly. "It's no bigger than my clitty." "Huh? What's a clitty?" I innocently inquired. "Oh Honey, you do have a lot to learn. Don't you ever talk with your friends about these things?" "Not really." I answered honestly. I had never talked about sex with the few guys I called friends and certainly not with any of the girls I barely knew! The extent of my sex education was listening in on Beth's phone calls! I don't think playing with my tiny pecker counts as sex education! "Let me show you! There's no need to be so embarrassed. I'm your mother, for heaven's sake! It really is about time you learned these things." she offered. Mom raised her butt off the cushion. She hiked her nightgown to her waist and exposed the naked slit at the junction of her parted thighs. Her gesture was purely clinical and certainly not intended to arouse me. She could have just as easily been opening a biology text book. I had never seen anything like it! Not so up close, anyway! And it was soaking wet! There was stuff oozing out! It was puffy and pink and glistening, with just a tiny thin tuft of hair above the slit! I stared in wonderment. I was astounded. I had seen her naked a million times but she had never purposely called attention to her private area! "It looks so wet!" I exclaimed, embarrassed beyond belief but equally curious. "Of course it's wet, Honey. Girls get just as wet as little boys!" She parted her slit enough to point to a little nub of flesh inside. "This is a clitoris...my clitty, Honey. It's a girl's version of your tiny dickie, I suppose. See?" She flicked the little nub with the tip of her long fingernail. It really did look like a slightly smaller version of what was nestled between my legs. "You don't have these," I said, as I cupped my testes. "Yes I do. Except we girls have them deep inside our tummys. We call them ovaries. Grown up girls have eggs inside them. And real men have sperm inside their testicles. When they come together, eggs and sperm, babies are made. Of course, you'll have to grow a lot bigger down there before you'll ever be able to make that happen!" I know she wasn't trying to, but that last comment really had me burning up with shame. She continued absently flicking the tiny nub, her clitty, and shuddered involuntarily. Her violent and sudden quivering caused me to ask, "Are you okay, mummy?" I was concerned. Her sudden spasm took me by surprise. "Oooh yes! You bet I'm okay, Baby-Doll! It's just that I touched my clitty in exactly the right way. I feel like you did when you squirted just now." Her fingers were saturated. She absently licked them clean and kind of moaned. Licking her own juices? That really took me by surprise! The thought of licking up my own juices had never occurred to me! "Mmmm! Tasty!" she giggled, trying, in her own way, to ease my shame. "One of these days, when you're older and have a steady girlfriend, you'll probably get the chance to taste her sweet juices. A girl's juice, even a boy's for that matter, can be quite a taste-treat!" she cooed softly as her eyes glazed over. We were both lounging back in a contented state of semi-consciousness. I was having trouble wrapping my head around the idea of ever having a steady girlfriend! The thought of being intimate with one was totally foreign to me! *** Suddenly, I heard a shrill shriek, "EEEEK! MOTHERRRR! PAAUUUL! What the heck is going on?" Beth was home! Neither one of us had heard her come in! I turned to look at her, stunned by her sudden arrival and embarrassed at how Mom and I must have looked! I didn't even realize that my PJ's were still down around my knees! She stormed over to the sofa and stood over us, looking for all the world like a parent who had caught her children being naughty with each other! I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks! Mom hugged me tightly in an attempt to calm my shaking body. "It's nothing, Beth! Someone had to give Paul a lesson about the birds and bees. I guess I was elected." Mom replied patiently as she modestly lowered her nightgown. I reached to pull up my P.J.'s. The satiny fabric of my panties caused me to slip off the couch and land on the floor...smack on my butt...right at Beth's feet! When I looked up I had a bird's-eye upskirt view of Beth's frilly powder- blue panties. It's always a special treat when I get an opportunity to look up her skirt. She pretends to be upset when she catches me but I really think she loves showing off! "Mom! You're showing him everything! I don't believe this!" she wailed indignantly. Then, as she pointed an accusatory finger at me, "Paulie, stop staring up my skirt!" as she pressed the hem of her mini skirt tightly to her legs. She loved to use the diminutive 'Paulie' whenever she wanted to emphasize her superiority over me! Looking at the yellow nylon enveloping my groin, she screeched, "Hey! Those are my favorite panties! What's HE doing wearing them?" "You better explain it to her, Paul. After all, you're the one who borrowed them without asking permission!" Mom was trying desperately to suppress her giggles. "B...Beth, I...I...I ju...just wa...wanted to see what it f...feels like to wear them." I stuttered. Her dominating tone was intimidating me...just like it always did! "Y...you...you're always going on about how soft and s...silky all your undies feel. I just wanted to see for myself." I was desperately trying to keep her from getting even angrier. "Yuck! They're all wet! Did you squirt your little-boy stuff in them?" She angrily accused. Mom tried to keep this embarrassing moment from getting too far out of control. "It's alright, Darling. You don't have to throw a hissy-fit! I promised to show Paul how to properly hand wash them. Relax! Okay?" It wasn't okay! "Well, he can just keep them now! I don't want them anymore! Hmmm! Maybe I should give him the matching bra since he's so interested in seeing how it feels!" she said menacingly, thinking out loud. "I'll bet he'd look sooo girly-cute with nylons and a garter belt, too!" She was standing over me looking down at my pantied mid-section. "His dickie is so small! It's like it's not even there! Are you sure you're a boy?" She asked pointing a mocking finger at my practically non-existent pecker. "Come to think of it, he'd probably make a better looking girl, anyway! I can't wait to tell my girlfriends that I caught you wearing my panties!" "P...please, Beth! Don't tell anyone!" I begged, now seriously on the defensive. "I was just fooling around! I only wanted to see if they felt as good as you and Mom say they do!" I was on the brink of tears. "Well...If you really want to find out why girly clothes feel so nice maybe I should get you all dolled up and take you with me to the mall! The girls would just love that!" "N...no! Please stop it!" I implored. "You wouldn't do something like that!" "Beth! You're upsetting Paul! I think that's quite enough!" Mom ordered in that matronly tone she reserved for such occasions. Then, as an afterthought, "Although, Paul, Beth does make a valid point." "What?" I asked, stunned by Mom's sudden support of my sister. I suppose I shouldn't have been that stunned. She always takes Beth's side. It's a girl thing, I guess! "Actually, that's not a bad idea, Beth. It might be interesting for Paul to learn that it isn't just the silky feel of our lingerie that makes us feel so good. It's also dressing and acting feminine that feels sooo marvelous! In fact, maybe I'll get all dolled up too and the three of us will go to the mall!" she added. "Paul, how about it? Your sister's right. You'd make an adorable girl. How many times has someone thought you and Beth were sisters?" Now there was an undeniable fact I couldn't refute! But to put on Beth's clothes and traipse around the mall... Mom was on a roll. "We could get you all dolled up and then you could see how the other half lives for a day. You know, a short little mini-skirt or a sundress, nylons, high heels, even a padded bra...Oooh, and all those silky undies you seem to love so much! You'd look sooo grown up! It'll be so fun!" I thought she was just teasing me. Her look said she was dead serious. Beth was grinning from ear to ear! She knew she had me cornered. Just like always! "I always wished I had a little sister to go shopping with!" she squealed. "Let's do it, Mom! I can't wait to see Paulie all girlyed up!" Encouraged by Beth's enthusiasm, Mom ranted on. "I'll even let you wear a little make-up. After all, you're the same age Beth was when I first allowed her to wear make-up. Besides," she added as afterthought, "I've always wondered what it would be like to have two daughters." This whole conversation was becoming a runaway train! "I won't! I won't do it!" I cried as I tried in vain to assert myself in a ludicrous attempt to make my high-pitched voice sound manly. Beth's eyes lit up as she completely ignored my feeble protest. I could actually see the wheels turning in her head! She ran from the room and returned seconds later carrying a hot-pink satin nightie and a pair of matching panties. "Let's see what we have to work with, Mom! Remember Paulie, this was all your idea, after all!" she exclaimed. "C'mon, get those silly looking shorty PJ's off," she demanded. She was on a mission! She was treating me like...dare I say it...like the little sister she had wished for and others had thought I was! Mom just sat there and let Beth call the shots. The embarrassment was overwhelming but the temptation of that pink nightie was too great. I slowly stepped out of my PJ's and Beth's soiled yellow panties. My tiny pecker was invisible as I stood before her with my thighs clamped tightly together. Before she handed me the nightie she told me to hold out my arms. Grinning, she dangled a pink bra in my face before slipping the straps up my arms and onto my shoulders. "Your very first bra!" she teased. "Every young girl remembers her first bra! I'm sure you'll remember this for a long, long time! I should get some pictures of this...for the family album, you know!" "That's enough, Beth!" Mom chastised. "Keep it up and I'll show Paul the pictures of you trying on your first bra!" "You wouldn't!" ahe screeched. "Be nice...or I certainly will!" Mom threatened. Beth mellowed out just a bit as she settled the cups neatly over my flat chest then clasped the front closure shut. I don't know exactly why but the tightness of the bra gave me a feeling of security. The fiber-filled cups felt firm to the touch and gave the illusion of a chest which looked just like Beth's! I looked to Mom for support...anything! She said, "Don't look at me, Honey. You're the one who wanted to wear her panties!" Beth sat on her haunches and parted her knees. With her short skirt hiked to the top of her thighs, she knew I could see her panties. Lifting the hem of her skirt out just a little bit further she teased, "Maybe you'd like to wear my pretty blue panties instead!" I kept my mouth shut! She grinned as she held out the fresh pink panties for me to step into. As she snugged them into place I could feel my little pecker starting to firm up. "That's not very lady-like, Paul! Or should I say Paullina! Or maybe P-O- L-L-Y!" She exclaimed as she playfully slapped at my tiny nub. 'My name's Paul!" I protested. "Mom, tell her not to call me that! She's making fun of me!" "Sorry, Honey. 'Paullina' does seem more appropriate, considering how she's dressing you! Besides, everyone will laugh if we call you Paul while you're wearing a mini skirt when go shopping at the mall tomorrow! You probably should get used to it." I couldn't win! Mom went on, "If you ask me, Beth, I think Paul's little dickie is quite 'lady-like'!" Mom was commenting in a clinical way. "If you look at it closely, it's no bigger than a generous-sized clitty! And his tiny sack looks more like the soft folds of a vagina than anything resembling a pair of macho testicles! I'll bet he could wear a thong panty or a bikini swim suit and not show any more of a bulge than we do!" It didn't sound like she was teasing like she usually did, more like she was simply stating the obvious! They were discussing my most intimate parts like I wasn't even there! I was mortified beyond belief! And still aroused! Beth was slipping the knee-length, full-skirted satin nightie over my head. The feeling of satin sliding against my hairless flesh was electrifying! Mom was giggling like a school girl. "I think I'm gonna like having two daughters! At least for tonight and tomorrow, anyway!" she declared. Beth ran back to her bedroom and returned with a pair of her sexiest strappy sandals. "Wear these, Paullina. They have a three and a half inch heel. Get used to them tonight! Then tomorrow walking in heels at the mall will feel real comfy!" She had already decided that our mall outing was a done deal! She had already decided that my new name would be Paullina! She still had that teasingly superior tone. But I thought I detected a slightly softer tone. She wasn't looking at me with that contemptuous look! She wasn't acting all disgusted! It was more like the way she acted with her girlfriends! Like the other night when they were all here for their sleepover. She took the rubber band off my low-slung pony-tail and brushed my hair so it cascaded freely over my shoulders. I didn't even complain when she liberally coated my lips with a strawberry flavored cotton-candy-pink lipstick. She was bent on having her way with me! Partly to reinforce her absolute domination. But I also got the feeling she was thoroughly enjoying creating her own little sister. Her kinder and gentler attitude actually made me relax a little. I mean, I was still embarrassed but also found myself beginning to enjoy the sensations. Hey, I was the one who wanted to see what all their sexy clothes felt like, wasn't I? I was finding out in spades! Beth took over like she was directing a movie. She had me spend the next two hours in her tortuous high heels, fetching sodas for us and serving them, sitting with my legs properly crossed or tucking them seductively under my rump, and generally getting used to the skirt of the nightie and the feel of walking in high heels...all to Mom's utter delight. The more I relaxed the more I tried to camp it up! They laughed uproariously at my imitation of their sexy walk and their sexy voices. The silky slickness of my nightie was distracting. The constricting tightness of my bra was distracting. My hair was distracting. The yummy taste of my lipstick was distracting. They clapped gleefully and egged me on! Their encouragement was infectious! "I think our little Paullina likes all this attention!" Mom exclaimed. "I'm sure she does!" Beth declared as she groped my crotch. "How do you girls make it through the day wearing all this yummy stuff?" I asked. "It's making me feel dizzy!" "Congratulations Paullina! You're discovering some of the joys of being a girl!" Beth cooed. Mom just sat there beaming with delight. After a lot of stumbling, teetering, and tottering I finally managed to get the hang of the heels. It was just a matter of finding my center-of- balance. Beth mellowed out even more and started teasingly referring to me as her baby sister! Both of them enthusiastically gave me lots of helpful hints! You know the drill... shorter steps... one foot in front of the other...smooth my nightie before sitting...elbows tucked in...wrists bent ever so femininely. Beth turned on the stereo and showed me how to fast dance ...sexy and seductive! Mom even got up and shook her bootie with us! The scintillating caress of my nightie made my skin tingle and feel like heaven! After about ten dances Mom finally declared it was time for 'beddy-bye'. "Girls, come give mummy a good-night-kiss," she said, as she extended her arms to us. She was really into this whole 'I like having two daughters' thing. Beth bent over and kissed Mom's cheek. I did the same. "You two 'girls' sleep tight. Wake me in the morning. We'll have such a fun day at the mall." She looked exhausted but pretty darned satisfied. As anxious as I was at the thought of going to the mall as a girl, the past couple of hours had me almost convinced that maybe I could pull it off! *** Beth took my hand and led me to our bedrooms. I said good-night to her and turned to enter my bedroom but she had other plans. Shushing me with a finger over her lips, she dragged me into her room! A room heretofore seriously off-limits to me! "Wh...What are you doing?" I exclaimed, totally shocked that she was inviting me into her palace of femininity. "Just shush, Paullina!" she commanded. She wrapped her arms around my neck with a display of affection she had never shown before. "Oooh, Paullina, that was sooo hot! Watching you dancing in my nightie and high heels! The way you walk and carry yourself! You're just so naturally feminine! I can't believe it! The truth is, I'm so glad you borrowed my panties! You have no idea! What a turn-on!" She hissed. "You're turned on...by me...in your nightie!" I asked a little suspiciously. She had never acted so friendly...so sexy...so hot...at least not towards me! All she ever did was tease me and try to humiliate me...especially when her girlfriends were around. "I'm your brother! Just in case you forgot!" I added. "Not now you're not! Right now, all I can see is a pretty girl!" she cooed seductively. "A pretty girl who's hotter than any girl I've ever known!" She was lightly caressing my padded chest, stroking my nightie, running her hands lower until they reached the hem! She snaked her hand under my nightie and up to my girlishly smooth crotch! "Beth! What are you doing? C'mon, stop teasing me like this! I'm your brother!" I protested feebly. She moved in even closer. Her warm breath tickled my ear. "Who's teasing? You don't have to be my brother anymore!" she whispered. "You can be my little sister and my sexy new girlfriend all wrapped up in one hot package! And...you are sexy! As sexy as any girl I've ever been with!" "What! You've been with girls...like this? You touch girls like you're touching me? I don't believe it!" I stammered as her hand fingered my teensy nub of a cock. "Touch them...and more!" she moaned. "Feel! Just feel how wet you're making me!" She guided one of my hands to the valley between her thighs. She guided my other hand to her breast! My own sister was seducing me! "C'mon Little Sis, let me show you how two horny girls satisfy themselves when there's no boys around!" She wasn't about to take NO for an answer. She kissed me hungrily on the lips and let her tongue slide past my cotton-candy lips! I could hear Mom getting ready for bed just down the hall! She planted her cute bubble-butt on the edge of her canopied bed, pulled me towards her, raised her flippy mini-skirt, and laid back on her elbows! I turned away, embarrassed. "What's the matter, girlfriend? Don't you like looking at my pretty panties? You sure didn't seem to mind looking at them a little while ago!" she hissed. I turned to look...to look up to the perfect 'V' at the juncture of her thighs. "Th...They're beautiful, Beth! You're beautiful!" I stammered boldly. "Then come take a closer look!" she demanded. She pulled me down to my knees as she spread her slender thighs. She guided my hands over her panties. They were soaking wet! She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her powder-blue silky nylon panties and slowly lowered them. Her hairless slit was glistening. She playfully pried the lips of her slit apart. Her juices were seeping onto her satin comforter! "Go ahead! Touch it if you want. I want you to touch it! Slide your finger inside, just like I'm doing!" "Sis, I don't know. This is crazy! I can't touch you there! Mom might come in any second." "Don't worry about Mom. She's probably sound asleep by now. Now get your finger inside me or, I swear, I'll tell Mom I've changed my mind about having a little sister! I'll convince her to cancel our shopping trip to the mall! You'll never get to find out how much fun we real girls have shopping for the pretty clothes you love so much! Besides, you know you want to! I can tell just by how wet you're getting! Just like any other horny girl!" How on earth does she know that the idea of going to the mall dressed as her sister excites me beyond belief? How does she know how much I want to slip my fingers inside her gaping, moist girly hole? How does she know me better than I know myself? I slipped my finger inside her slit. It was so hot it felt like my finger was on fire! Slippery wet, but sooo hot! She grabbed my hand and began forcefully plunging my finger in and out. Her finger slipped in on top of mine and forced it against the little nub which I now knew was her clitty. "Yesss! Right there! That's the spot! My special spot!" "You mean your clitty?" I asked as I wiggled my finger just like I had seen Mom do. "Oooh! Mom did teach you a few things tonight, didn't she? Don't stop! Don't you dare stop! It feels sooo good!" I know she was pleased 'cuz I felt her shudder and clamp her thighs at least six times! "That was wonderful! You are sooo gentle and giving. Not like the selfish boys I know! All they want is to get their rocks off! You're more like my girlfriends! Maybe you are more girl than boy!" She slipped my fingers from her slit and moved my hand to my mouth! "Lick...Lick my love juice off your fingers! You'll love the taste! I know I do!" I licked. Mom was right! It was a tasty treat! "Now I want you to kiss me there...lick me with your tongue! I'm gonna teach you how real girls please each other with our mouths!" She pulled on my arms with enough force to trap my head between her splayed thighs. I tentatively touched the tip of my tongue to her dripping slit. She didn't give me any time to think. I felt her hands on the back of my head as she forced my face firmly against her gaping hole. "Go ahead, Sis, lick me! Lick me now!" Her legs wrapped around my head. I slid my tongue inside her. My nose was buried inside her, as well! Her scent was intoxicating...musky sweet...but nevertheless, intoxicating! I licked, I laved, I slurped...I nibbled on her engorged clitty! Her series of violent spasms almost threw us both off the bed. It seemed to last forever! Just as I thought I was gonna faint from lack of air, she pulled me to my feet and hugged me tightly. "Your tongue is better than all my boyfriends...and girlfriends...combined!" she hissed breathlessly. My own panties were soaked from all the gooey I had oozed! I was a little disappointed when she summarily dismissed me for the night as she patted my butt tenderly and murmured, "I'm gonna enjoy having a sister! Sleep tight, Little Sis!" And I did! It felt delightful to sleep in her satin nightie. I couldn't wait 'til tomorrow to find out how the other half lives! *** Part 2 -- How is it possible that things have changed so rapidly and so dramatically for panty-curious Paul...now Paullina? -- "Beth!" I screamed. "You can't force me to go in here! I'm not gonna do it! I don't want to do it! I'll tell Mom what you're forcing me to do! You'll be sorry!" I was struggling to free myself from her vice-like grip. "C'mon, you little priss, you better do what I say or I'll drag your sissy ass back out into the schoolyard and tell all the boys what's really hidden under that pretty pink sundress you're wearing! Now get your swishy ass into the locker room and put on that sexy outfit! I went to a lot of trouble to get it for you! Quit pretending you don't want to! The tryouts start in fifteen minutes!" I was trembling! Trembling at the thought of being exposed as a sissy in front of the entire football squad! Trembling at the thought of wearing the sexiest cheerleader uniform of any school in the State...in public, no less! Trembling from the always present titillation I was feeling as my stiff little dickie rubbed against the silky gusset of my panties! For the past week, everyday, Beth had forced me to dress up in her sexiest, silkiest, and laciest outfits when we got home from school. She had forced me to sit quietly and obediently as she taught me how to apply make-up, then remove it, then re-apply it until I was able to do it flawlessly! She had forced me to walk in her highest heels until I no longer felt the burning pain in my calves and until I walked in them as if it was the most natural thing in the world! For the past two days she had insisted that I accompany her to the mall where she forced me to try on one pretty outfit after another. And she had forced me into her salon where she paid for a new hairstyle, acrylic nail extensions, and semi- permanent make-up! Mom was beside herself with joy at having two daughters! Beth, as promised, had also forced me to be her personal pussy-licker. Whenever we were home alone! Whenever the mood struck! She'd order me to my knees to worship her slit until she was completely satisfied! She forced me to worship her first thing in the morning and last thing at night! Mom knew nothing about my extra-curricular sex education. How could she force me to do all these humiliating things? I'll tell you how! That first night, the night she caught me wearing her favorite yellow nylon panties, and after she had dressed me in one of her sexiest panty and bra sets and her nightie, she had taken photos...still pictures and video! She promised to post them on the internet and on our school's main computer network if I refused to do anything and everything she demanded! What choice did I have? In one short week she had transformed me into a simpering, mincing sissy whose only purpose was to do her bidding! And now...as her sissy prot?g?...I was about to enter the girls' locker room and dress to audition for the cheerleading squad! "C'mon Sissy, get a move on! I've had you practicing every cheer in the book for the past week. It's time to strut your stuff for real!" She shoved me through the doorway as she made her final convincing appeal. Tweaking my padded chest and whispering hotly in my ear, she said, "If you hurry up and change, Paullina, I'll have time to lick your teeny dickie and get you off so you won't show an embarrassing bulge during your audition!" I slipped out of the tight crop-top and the mini-skirt she had forced me to wear. The skirt barely covered my pink satin bikini panties. I kicked off my four-inch strappy sandals. I stared at the red and white pleated skirt and matching rib-knit sweater which was the basic uniform of the cheerleading squad. As mortified as I was, I had to admit that the thought of dressing in the cute skirt and sweater, along with the lace- trimmed ankle socks and red and white tennis shoes, was sooo tempting! "Take off your panties and bra and put these on!" she commanded. She was holding the cutest pair of fire-engine red satin/lycra briefs and lace- trimmed satin bra which went with the rest of the uniform. As I stepped out of my own panties she bobbed my inch long stiffy on her extended index finger. "Sit on the bench, Prissy-Sissy. Let big sister take care of your little problem!" She knelt between my legs and took my teeny weenie and my pearl size testes into her mouth in one gobble. My weenie didn't even come close to reaching the back of her mouth. But her hot, wet tongue swirling around my dickie and balls had me ready to drool my gooies in a matter of seconds! "Oooh, Beth that feels sooo good! I'm gonna cum! Any second now...I'm gonna cuuummm! Puhleeze...Don't stop now!" I was mewling and cooing like the Sissy she had trained me to be. My legs were slung over her shoulders. She was grasping my ass cheeks, digging her long nails into my soft flesh! She was engulfing my dickie and balls in her mouth as deep as she could! She was moaning and humming. It was like my dickie and balls were trapped inside a hot moist vibrator! I was writhing and humping my hips with uncontrollable passion! I gripped the bed sheets so tight I almost ripped them to shreds! Huh? BED SHEETS! What the F***!!! *** I heard Beth's soft voice, "Nice way to wake up, eh, Little Sis?" I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see a row of gym lockers. Instead I saw my bedroom ceiling! And...Beth's grinning face between my thighs! She was licking her lips in satisfaction as she swallowed the pre-cum I was oozing into her mouth! "OHMIGAWD! You wouldn't believe the dream I just had!" I exclaimed. My nightie was pasted to my body, soaked with perspiration! "Judging from all the noise you were making, I'd say it was a doozy! Can I assume that you enjoyed your early morning treat?" She said, with a huge grin on her face. "Beth, you can wake me like this anytime you want. That was fantastic!" "I couldn't resist, Little Sis. After the way you kissed me good night I just had to return the favor! I told you I was gonna enjoy having a sister!" She giggled as she held my little dickie between her thumb and forefinger and licked the tiny drops of pearly goo which still oozed out. I shuddered as my entire body began tingling all over! I shuddered and watched as a steady stream of gooies slowly oozed from my dickie and onto her waiting tongue. It didn't spurt! It didn't gush! It just slowly oozed! Just like her gooey slit did last night! "God, Paullina, you even cum like a girl! All the guys I know shoot their wads like a canon! They shoot so hard it sometimes gags me! But you...you ooze like all my other girlfriends! I think it's sooo cute! And I love it! It's sooo yummy!" I was a little ashamed that I hadn't cum like the boys she knew, but it felt good when she said how much she loved the way I oozed...and the way I tasted! "Is Mom awake yet?" I asked. "Nope, she's still sound asleep. We still have more time to play!" she said with a sly grin. "Let me ask you a question." "Sure, anything." "Were you serious when you said I licked you better than all your boyfriends...and all your girlfriends...? I mean do you let your girlfriends lick you, you know, down there?" "Sure I do...and I lick them, too! It's sooo fun! I mean...when there's no boys around we girls have to help each other! Does that bother you?" "No, not really...I guess. I was just thinking...Maybe I could lick you again...you know...Like I did last night...Like the way you just woke me up..." I let my voice trail off. "Oooh, I do like your way of thinking, Little Sis!" I scrambled to my knees and, unlike last night, quickly and willingly buried my face in her crotch. Her spendings from last night were crusted around her puffy lips. They tickled my tongue until they dissolved and mingled with the fresh juice oozing out. I spent the next half-hour bringing her to heights of pleasure I never knew was possible. She was out of breath and perspiring. Her own nightie was drenched. My jaw and tongue was aching! We could hear Mom puttering in the kitchen. "Let's change into fresh nighties and see what Mom's up to," Beth suggested. "You're not gonna tell her what we did, are you?" "Not if you're a good Little Sis and do everything I want!" she replied...with a devilish grin on her face. When we joined Mom, me in an orange satin baby-doll and Beth in a black one, Mom exclaimed, "Oh my...I dreamt that I had two daughters...I'm sooo happy to wake up and find that it's really true! Good morning, girls! Paullina, you look a little tired this morning. Didn't you sleep well?" "Uh...I guess I'm not used to sleeping in a nightgown!" I said sheepishly. I hoped she couldn't tell the real reason I looked so tired. Beth had given me a real workout. And...that dream! Oh my gosh! What a dream! "Can I assume that our plans to go shopping today are still on?" "YAY!" Beth and I squealed simultaneously. Beth and I showered while Mom fixed breakfast. As we bathed each other with soft sea sponges and oodles of foamy body wash Beth insisted on hearing every last detail of my sexy dream. "I bet you'd make the cutest cheerleader in the whole school!" she squealed. After all their teasing last night I thought I'd be wearing one of Beth's pretty sundresses or one of her sexy mini skirts. But she patiently advised it would make shopping a lot easier if I just wore a pair of shorts and a top. "You're gonna be in and out of lots of changing rooms. It'll be much more convenient just slipping out of your shorts and a loose-fitting sleeveless blouse. Don't worry though, when I'm through fixing you up you'll be sooo sexy, you won't even recognize yourself!" "Changing rooms?" I asked. "Sure! Shopping isn't just pawing through a bunch of clothing racks. It's about trying on everything! You can't tell how anything will look without trying it on! Silly! It's what we girls do best!" True to her word, she dressed me in the cutest yellow satin padded bra and matching thong panty. The way the thong split the cheeks of my ass felt sexy as hell. It was tight enough that there wasn't even a hint of a bulge! Just a perfectly smooth front like hers. It cut evenly between my tiny testes, making it look like I had a perfect pair of puffy lips! "Mmmm, you look sooo real down here, Paullina. If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a real pussy!" She tenderly stroked and fingered my crotch. "Don't worry though, if your little dickie gets frisky I'll just take you into the ladies room and put 'him' back to sleep!" she giggled. The gauzy, pale-yellow button-up blouse was thin enough that my bra showed. The white short-shorts she gave me were so thin I could see the outline of my thong panties. She smirked as I struggled with the side zip. It seemed like half my butt cheeks were exposed beneath the short hem. I'd seen lots of girls wearing similar shorts. I loved the look! They made my legs look so much longer! She gave me a pair of cork-wedged slides with platform soles and a five- inch heel! I couldn't believe how tall they made me! She brushed out my hair, parted it in the center, and tied a bright yellow ribbon at the top. The thin streamers tickled my bare shoulder blades. "Just a little more make-up than last night, Little Sis," she declared. My eyebrows were light blond and practically non-existent. She penciled them in just a bit to give a little definition. After applying light brown eyeliner, black velvety mascara, pink and yellow shadows on my eyelids, a hint of light pink blush on my cheekbones, a silky-slick pink lipstick, and generous spritzes of her favorite perfume, she declared me the 'perfect mall-killer'! Beth wore a flippy mini-skirt, which barely covered her butt, and a cami- style top, which showed off her dangly belly-button piercing. Her strappy sandals brought her back up to my height. "How come you get to wear a skirt and I don't?" I whined. "Cuz you don't have enough experience in skirts. You'd be flashing your ass and panties to every pervert in the mall!" she said as she flipped the back of her skirt to show off her sea-foam green bikinis. Considering how exposed I was already, the logic of her statement escaped me. I didn't argue. After a light breakfast of toast and juice the three of us headed out. I looked hot! And, a lot older than my fifteen years! Mom was in seventh heaven! During the ten minute drive she didn't even notice Beth's hand between my thighs...squeezing and caressing them! *** I entered the mall with some very serious butterflies playing kick-ball in my stomach. Beth was holding my hand as any concerned Big Sister would. I was clutching my shoulder purse for dear life with my free hand! "Ignore their stupid comments. Otherwise, you'll just encourage them!" she advised when three older boys whistled and made a few choice lewd comments. 'At least they don't think I'm a boy!' I rationalized to myself. I was shaky but proud of the way I was managing in the platform sandals. They really were pretty comfy. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right! No holding back, Paullina. Are you sure you're ready?" Mom asked. "Sure! I can't wait to see what this girl-stuff is all about!" I responded. "Let's do it!" Wandering around the mall, looking at all the girly stuff I'd been curious about for so long was gonna be fun! Beth gave me the most tender sisterly hug. "Okay then...first things first," Mom declared as she dragged us into a jewelry boutique. Thirty minutes later I was proudly sporting two diamond studs in each ear lobe and, dangling from my belly-button, a cute golden unicorn's horn, tipped with a tiny emerald! "I thought I was just gonna be looking at stuff...maybe try on a few dresses! These holes are kinda permanent, aren't they?" I said, in a kind of whiney voice. Beth was giddy with excitement as she watched me staring at myself in the mirror. "Don't worry, Little Sis, those holes will heal real quick...if you change your mind! Something tells me that's not gonna happen!" she predicted with a knowing grin. She and Mom selected a dozen more pairs of earrings which they said I'd be able to wear when my new holes healed. "Let's do this from the skin out," Mom suggested. "Why don't we start at Vicky S.?" At Victoria's Secret they picked out two dozen panty and bra sets...thongs, bikinis, lacey boy-cuts, and sexy French tap panties. Some even had matching garter belts. They were asking my opinion like I knew what I would want! Amazingly, my opinions seemed to impress them! They wouldn't even let me look at the cotton sets! Only silky and satiny sets with oodles of lace insets and trim. "I hate it when my girlfriends wear cotton!" Beth whispered. "It's sooo gross! I love my girlfriends in silk and satin and lace!" "What about your boys?" I asked. "What do you like them to wear?" "Oooh! A boy in a pair of silky boxers really turns me on!" she giggled. A couple of dozen pair of nylons and a few obligatory pair of pantyhose started off my hosiery collection. They held up one nightgown after another. They could tell the way my eyes lit up which ones I liked and finally decided on a half a dozen nightgowns; two baby-dolls, two waltz- length, and two full-length...each with its own satin robe or chiffon peignoir. This was no simple try-on outing! It was kinda neat when the teenage salesgirl came into the dressing room while I stood there in my thong panty and bra. She didn't even bat an eyelash as she looked at my crotch and said, "Cute panties! They're ours, aren't they?" She actually thought I was the real deal! "You know they are. I only wear the very best!" I giggled. Mom and Beth almost busted a gut. They even picked out a cute floor-length quilted satin robe 'cuz they knew it would keep me warm on those cooler nights. They helped me pick out half-slips, full-slips, camisoles, chemises, and even a lacey satin bustier. I don't know how much all this stuff cost but Mom and Beth didn't seem to mind. I was having fun and beginning to see what Beth meant about trying on everything in sight. And we still weren't done! We must have hit every teen shop in the mall. When we broke for lunch in the food court, we were loaded down with more bags than I could count and several zippered garment carriers to hold the more formal dresses Mom insisted were a staple in any young teen's wardrobe. I knew she was right 'cuz she and Beth had lots of similar styles. I was trying to figure out when I was supposed to wear all this stuff! I mean, this was just for today, wasn't it? 'Oh well, I suppose I could always wear a cute skirt and top after school and on weekends.' I naively thought. "Watch this, you two," Beth said as she began flirting with three boys who were obviously showing off to get our attention. I think they even thought Mom was our age! In no time at all the boys were swaggering over to our table. In even less time than that they were eagerly lugging the shopping bags to our car! We walked in front of them to give them a view of our backsides as a reward for their gallant efforts! Mom gave each of them a hug and a peck on the cheek as Beth and I stood by looking demure. Flirting definitely has its advantages! Back in the mall we made our way in and out of at least six shoe stores. The power I felt was amazing as young sales boys, and men, fitted pair after pair of sexy sandals, low-heeled pumps, casual flats, and tennis shoes on my size-four tootsies! All in all I picked out more than a dozen pair...and six purses! I found the cutest pair of thick fuzzy slippers to match my quilted robe and a pair of two-inch marabou-trimmed mules. "The shoes you picked will go great with all the outfits we bought," Mom commented. "You really do have a keen sense of fashion!" "I guess I learned from the best!" I confidently shot back. When Beth sat to try on a few pair I could see the salesboy's eyes bug out as she let him look clear up her skirt where he was treated to a sexy flash of her panties! It was when Mom did the same thing that I learned this was something real kinky that women did to salesmen to get an even bigger discount! They didn't disappoint, either! The guys took an extra twenty-five percent off the total cost! We went back to the jewelry boutique and picked out oodles of baubles, bangles, and jingly things. They helped me pick out rings and bracelets. Even a really cute toe ring for the middle toe on my right foot. The jewelry we picked went great with all my new outfits. They dragged me into a salon where, after about an hour of meticulous fussing, I was proudly sporting acrylic nails which extended half an inch beyond my fingertips! They were a pearly hot-pink and matched my tootsies! I was taken into a private room where I was fitted with a pair of silicon boobies. And I do mean fitted! They were glued on and the micro-fine edges feathered to blend perfectly with my skin color! I couldn't tell where my flesh ended and the falsies began! With my button-up blouse opened an extra button it looked like I had cleavage any other girl my age would die for! The best part was the totally shocked look on the beautician's face when she realized, after working on me for so long, that I wasn't the girl she thought I was! "How am I gonna get these off?" I questioned, as I tugged on my new chest. My pierced ears and belly button, my acrylic nail extensions, and now my glued on falsies, had all but eradicated any sign of 'Paul'! Talk about a runaway train! "Don't worry your pretty little head, Paullina," my beautician advised. "Here's the adhesive remover. You can take them off anytime you want." "If you ask me," Beth said casually, "I don't think she's gonna want to take them off!" Mom laughed in agreement. Mom and Beth were making it all too clear that this excursion wasn't meant to be just for a day. How was I gonna undo all this girly stuff and show up in school as 'Paul'? Did I even want to go back to being 'Paul'? Being Paullina was definitely a lot more fun! Finally, we went to the Lanc?me cosmetic counter in the large department store. Gina, the cosmetologist, was sooo helpful. Of course, she knew Mom and Beth. That helped a lot! She gave me the royal treatment. A thorough facial cleansing followed by a color matching followed by a complete and total make-over! I thought Beth had done a real good job on my make-up in the morning but, when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was the most gorgeous eighteen- year old co-ed I had ever seen. Beth was beside herself with joy...and even, dare I say, lust! Mom was proud as a peacock! I almost toppled off the make-up stool when Gina put her arm around my shoulders and said to Mom, "Vicki, I certainly hope you'll be bringing your SON back often!" I was floored! You could have knocked me over with a feather! "B...Bu...But how did you know?" I stuttered. I was so sure I had everyone fooled! No one could tell...no one had even hinted that they thought I was anything but the cute little teeny-bopper I appeared to be! Even I couldn't see any vestige of my old self! "Oh Honey," Gina said in a comforting tone, "there's no way I would have ever known. It's just that I've known your mom and sister for so long. And I know Vicki has a daughter and a son. Ever since you sat down for your make-over she's been babbling on about shopping all day with her children. I just knew you had to be the son she's always bragging about! Don't worry your pretty little head, Sweetie. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, would ever think you're a boy! You're way too girly-cute!" She hugged me tightly and air kissed my cheeks. "Besides," she added, "I know a few other boys your age who come to me wanting to look like girls!" Once again I was floored! "You mean there are other boys like me?" I squealed incredulously. It hadn't even occurred to me that any other boy would want to be a girl! Beth 'shushed' me. "Keep your voice down, Sis! People can hear!" While Mom was off at the other end of the perfume counter, Beth hugged me and calmly cooed in my ear, "Little Sis, I know at least four girls in school who are really boys! Only four of us know about them. Actually, they've all been at the house many times. They were all there when I had the sleep-over last week! They thought it was hysterical the way you kept trying to peek up their skirts when we were eating pizza! And how you kept finding excuses to barge into the living room after we had all put on our prettiest nighties!" I remembered the sleep-over well. It wasn't possible that four of the eight gorgeous babes who were at my house that night were boys! "Are you serious! Who are they? You have to tell me! I can't believe that four of your girlfriends are really boys! Does Mom know?" I whispered excitedly. "I'll tell you soon enough. When the time is right, I'll even introduce you! In the meantime, you just keep doing what you do so well...if you know what I'm saying." She ran her tongue seductively over her lips. "I can't wait to tell them about my new sister. But I have to get their 'okay' before I can tell you about them! We're all very close and have vowed to protect our secrets. And, to answer your question, Mom doesn't know. If you say anything to her, I'll never tell you who they are!" Her threat was more than enough to make me promise to keep my mouth shut. Mom interrupted our conversation, "Okay girls...I think we've done enough damage to the family credit line for one day. I think a celebration is in order. Let's go home and change. Then I'm taking my two daughters to the best restaurant in town!" Once we got home and were alone I just had to ask, "Beth, how long have you known these other boys...er, girls...Oh! You know what I mean?" "For about a year now." She giggled at my obvious confusion. "Remember the school play I was in last year? Well, one day after rehearsal, I was changing out of my costume. I thought I was alone but heard noises coming from across the dressing room. I walked over and saw one of the girls changing. I guess I startled her as much as she startled me. "She was naked and turned around...obviously forgetting she was undressed. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I saw her seven-inch cock dangling between her legs! She broke down in hysterics. I felt so sorry for her and put my arm around her shoulder. "We must have sat there talking for over an hour. She told me how she'd always loved pretending to be a girl and had actually been living as a girl for the past four years! She only started our school six months ago and no one knew her secret...except her folks, of course. To make a long story short, I promised to keep her secret safe and we've been best friends ever since. "Anyway, she was the first GB...Girly Boy...to join our little clique. As good an actress as she was, she turned out to be an even better lover! And she could spot another girly-boy from a mile away! Over the next couple of months she 'bird-dogged' three more girly-boys in school and helped recruit them. So now, we have four real girls and four girly- boys...maybe five...if we decide you'll fit in!" "So that's what you think I am? A GB...a Girly Boy?" "Maybe you should take another long, long look in the mirror, Paullina! What do you see?" Her point was well taken! No matter how much I begged, Beth wouldn't give me any more information. I was relegated to wait until Beth got everyone's okay before I knew who was who. It took over an hour to unload my new wardrobe from the car. We hardly made a dent at organizing things in my closet. We'd have to move my boy stuff into one of the spare bedrooms, I suppose. I really wanted all my girly things close by! Mom decided we should dress up for dinner...I mean, really dress up!. She figured if I could look eighteen years old in just a pair of short- shorts, my new silk, emerald-green evening gown would easily make me look old enough to share the bottle of Champagne she planned to order for our celebration. *** The first thing Mom did, after we were seated in the center of the restaurant's elegant dining room, was order a bottle of their most expensive Champagne. Our waiter didn't even bother to ask for I.D.'s! He was too busy staring at my legs which were seductively displayed thanks to the thigh-high slit along the front. When I saw him eyeing me I blushed demurely and tried desperately to at least cover the dark welts of my nylons and the be-ribboned tabs of my black satin garters. He turned beet-red when he realized I had caught him staring. He turned his attention to Beth's shameless display. Her ultra short royal-blue lace-covered mini-dress did no more to hide her legs than my gown did! "Naughty, naughty!" she chastised our waiter, as she re-crossed her legs in a very seductive manner. I loved the way her black net petticoat peaked out. I've always loved that look! The wine made me feel a bit light-headed but very relaxed. Dinner was absolutely delicious...really scrumptious! I learned more 'tricks' about flirting, too, as Beth continually encouraged me, under whispered threats of possible exposure, to act all femmy and seductive. When three really good looking guys, probably in their thirties, brought over another bottle of wine, Mom was sooo cool as she made it quite clear that we were there for a girls-only night out. Beth hammered home the point when she leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth! I responded by throwing my arms around her neck and slithering my tongue back and forth across her lips. "What a waste!" one of them exclaimed as they walked away with their collective tails between their legs. During desert I felt the urgent call of nature...real bad! Beth grabbed my hand and escorted me into the ladies restroom. I tottered in my four- inch high sandals and had to hook my arm inside Beth's. I was more than a little apprehensive. My first time in no-man's land, after all. But the only thing the three other women saw was two drop-dead gorgeous 'twenty something' ing?nues. I relaxed. Sitting to do my 'business' wasn't even an issue. I'd been sitting to pee since I was out of diapers. Living with Mom and Beth and listening to their constant nagging to 'leave the seat down', well, it was just easier to sit and pee than have to worry about forgetting to put the seat down. Besides, with my tiny dickie, my aim was never all that good! We dutifully sat at the luxurious vanity and fussed with our make-up. Beth made a dramatic show of straightening a few tendrils which had managed to go astray from the sophisticated up-do