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Twin Switch I tried to contact the author "SalonFetish" but was unable to do so. I am adding some chapters of my own and have done nothing to change the original three chapters. Should the author object to my additions then I will have them deleted. The standard disclaimers about confusing this story with real life apply and no use of this material is authorized for anything other than personal private use. I can be contacted at [email protected] for any comments or to hear from the original author. Enjoy and remember this is pure fiction and should never be practiced in real life. Cheryl Lynn. Chapter 1 The owner of the small salon, Kim, was sitting behind the desk paging through a magazine when the front door opened. A child appearing about 12 or 13 stumbled in, almost knocking into the coat rack just inside the shop. Kim, when she saw the youngster, took a moment to try to decide if it was a boy or girl. The features were boyish-girlish pretty, the hair, fairly thick just to the shoulders. She had just decided it was a girl, then changed her mind that it was a pretty boy, when a woman entered the salon, hand on the shoulder of another child who looked quite a bit like the first. "Twin girls," Kim decided, looking first at the girl, then at the woman. The slight look of distaste on her face when she saw the children, believing all children to be rotten and in need of discipline, changed to one of admiration when she saw the woman accompanying them. Of medium height, Kim thought her absolutely beautiful, with hazel eyes, knockout figure, and a cascade of tawny curls down around her shoulders. The woman, in turn, was looking with definite interest at Kim, whose tall, slender body showed fine womanly tone and had thick blonde hair falling half way down her back. "Can I help you?" Kim asked, smiling at the woman. "I certainly hope so," replied the newcomer, grasping both children now by the collars of their shirts. Kim noticed both wore rather androgynous blousy shirts. "I've decided my step-children are getting new looks." She looked in annoyance at her quite scared looking charges. "Major new looks." "Great!" Kim beamed, seeing that the experience was not one the children were looking forward to. "The, uh, gir...kids are very attractive." Smiling in a knowing way, the step-mother replied, "Oh, indeed they are. You might have noticed they're twins." "I can certainly see that," the stylist responded. "Tell me ? are they boys or girls?" asked the parent of the surprised stylist. "Oh... well..." stumbled Kim, feeling very much on the spot. "Girls," she said, trying to sound confident. Kim couldn't tell for sure, as they both looked so scared, but she thought at least one of them looked even more upset at her answer. Their stepmother's smile grew larger. "I mean, ah, boys," Kim tried again. This time the other one gave a pained look. "Right and wrong, both times," was the response. "One of each actually." Kim looked harder at the two children, trying to discern which was the boy and which was the girl. Once again, she wavered in her opinion. Both were so pretty and since neither had obviously hit puberty, she just couldn't tell for sure. Without realizing it, she said, "Wow." "Wow, indeed," said their parent. "And, if I do say so, they are both spoiled brats that, as far as I'm concerned behave so much alike they are, as I told them, interchangeable. Both as big a pain in the ass as the other one. Which is what brings us to you." Kim, immensely attracted to the woman, disliking the children even more, but still confused, tried to get a handle on the situation, and said, "New looks, right?" "Oh, yes. One perm and styling and one clipper cut, preferably a flattop if you do them." "Sure, I trained as a barber as well as a stylist," Kim stated, glad she now saw the plan. "So, to differentiate them, the girl is getting curls and the boy a buzzcut." "No," came the reply. Now Kim was even more lost and totally bewildered. Pushing the first child that had entered forward toward the stylist, the stepmother said, "She is getting a buzzcut, nice and butch. He is getting a lovely set of curls... At least, that's the first step." Kim stood silently for a moment, looked from the adult, to the two almost cowering children, then back to the woman, who looked back with a half smile, almost inviting. Then the light bulb went off and Kim's smile was at least as large as the others. "OH... I see," she said, stepping forward to the one she now knew was a boy. Tucking his thick long hair behind one ear to verify something she said, "You know... I do ear piercing too," and looked up. The stepmother's eyes lit up as she reached out and lightly touched Kim's arm. "Perfect. And by the way," her fingers lingered on Kim's arm, "my name is Terri." Chapter 2 After introducing Kim to the children (by pushing them each toward a chair in the small waiting area) as "Chrissie and Chris, isn't that handy, Terri sat down to discuss the "fun" as Kim called it. Prior to beginning, Kim closed the blinds on the front windows and turned the sign to Closed on the door. "Their father died recently, which as far as I was concerned was not a big deal. He turned out to be more of a wimp than I thought he was and I was very tired of him. You wouldn't guess it, but Chris and Chrissie are almost 16. Late puberty runs in their family. I'm not sure their father ever hit it, based on my experience with him," she added contemptuously. "Unfortunately, in addition to leaving me a very large amount of money, he left these two in my care as well." Terri stared disdainfully at Chris and Chrissie, who sat huddled in the other two waiting chairs. "So, since I'm stuck with them, I decided to have a little fun... and teach them some lessons." Kim was getting excited. The chance to put little shits in their place while getting to know Terri at the same time made this her best day ever, as far as she was concerned. "Who would you like me to start with?" she asked Terri. Terri grinned, looked straight at Chrissie and said, "I'm a bit torn as the girl is so vain about her hair. Brags how well she takes care of it, and how pretty it is. I can't wait to see her face when the clippers start running through it." As she spoke, Terri got up and approached the girl. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through Chrissie's thick tresses saying, "You want to get rid of all this hair, don't you, sweetie?" When the girl didn't immediately respond, Terri grabbed a handful of hair and pulled sharply saying, "Remember our talk, dearie. Tell my new friend Kim exactly what you want." Eyes beginning to glisten, Chrissie said something that Kim couldn't make out. Kim stood and closed in on her as Terri said, "Speak up, for God's sake." "Please, Miss, I hate this mess of hair. Can you give me a nice boy's crewcut? I want it totally..." deep breath, "I want it totally... butch. I've always wanted to look like a boy." A tear escaped from the corner of her eye as she spoke. Kim reached a finger down, wiped it away and licked it from her finger as she said, "Well, I would be happy to help you, dear." Stroking the poor girl's hair she continued, "And I must say, I think you will look much better when this is all gone. Much more... butch, since that's what you really want. But I'm thinking a flattop would even better than a crewcut. Generally, only a really butch would get a flattop." Sliding her hand into Chrissie's hair over her ears she continued, "Clipped nice and tight on the sides and up the back, with a close shave on the neck." Moving her hand into the hair on top, holding it up she said, "And all this can go. I think a good solid ?" landing strip on top would be perfect for the look you want. It is what you really want, isn't it?" Kim was enjoying this tremendously and smiled at the horrified girl. Looking over at Terri for confirmation of her fate, who stared daggers at her, Chrissie nodded her head. "Yes, I hate looking like so feminine. I want as boyish a buzzcut as you can do so a flattop would be great." Deep breath. "And, can you please help make Chris into the pretty girl I think he should be?" Kim was taken quite aback. It was obvious Chrissie had been "convinced" to ask for her hair to be buzzed but the statement about her brother was very unexpected. She was, of course, unaware of a conversation Terri had with Chrissie that morning... "I will do it, Chrissie. Don't doubt it for a minute. I have the money and the legal contacts." Chrissie sat stunned. She knew her stepmother hated both her and her brother, her brother probably more so as Terri seemed to despise the male species in particular. God only knew why her father never saw Terri's agreement to marriage as anything but a money-grab plan. But this... "You couldn't! Even you wouldn't." Chrissie was cut off. "Want to bet?" Terri gave the most evil grin Chrissie could possibly imagine. "You two might as well be the same person, you act so much alike. And as pretty as he is..." "NO!" shouted Chrissie. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't..." "Well... perhaps... I'll stop short of permanently changing his, shall we say, outlook on life. But, if I do, here's what I expect from you." As Chrissie listened, she knew Chris would never forgive her. He would believe that she had betrayed him to their hated stepmother. That was okay, though, if it kept Terri from, God, she couldn't even say it to herself... Chrissie faded back to the present, sitting in the salon, actually asking this bitch that seemed to be cut from the same cloth as her stepmother, asking to be given a boy's flattop and to give her beloved brother a makeover. The girl tried to smile, remembering the very explicit instructions from Terri during that horrible conversation. "Please, please won't you give my brother a makeover? I think he would look adorable with curls." Chris, cowering in the chair next, began to tear up. He couldn't believe what Chrissie was saying. His sister, the only one he had left in the world, suggesting he be made up like a girl? It had been difficult enough when, months before, Terri had told him he would not be allowed to get his hair cut. He knew he and his sister looked alike, particularly since they hadn't hit puberty. He didn't want to emphasize it, though. And Chrissie had commiserated with him at the time, reassuring him that many boys were going to long hair. And now look at her. AND she was asking for a buzzcut. Jesus, what had gotten in to her? Kim looked over at him quietly crying, then back to his sister. Terri stood watching the whole thing, grinning like a cat and said to Kim, "Look, Chris is so happy his sister is going to help with his transformation, he's crying." She stroked his cheek gently and tucked his hair behind his ear. "And you did say you do ear piercing, didn't you, Kim?" "Oh yes. Now does the little butch have pierced ears?" "She does, but I haven't let her wear them for a while, trying to get them to close up," Terri replied. "Unfortunately, they were originally pierced when she was quite young so they don't want to close." Happily, Kim said, "I have something that just came in from Inverness, the piercing equipment company. A new type of liquid skin rebuilder. It's supposed to be for fixing "bad" pierces, you know, at the wrong angle or place. You can spray it on, and it instantly reseals the ear." Reaching into a drawer in the front desk, Kim pulled out a small spray can. She then pulled up Chrissie's thick hair, revealing her ears. As she squirted the girl's left lobe she said, "The manufacturer warns to only spray once as too much will make the ear un-piercable." Kim then proceeded to squirt the lobe twice more, covering the single hole, which quickly faded from view. Stepping around to the other side of Chrissie, she performed the same action on the other ear, this time only squirting once. "So many boys and butches have one earring I'll leave one ear ready for a re-piercing." She put the can back in the drawer. "There. Terri, you shouldn't ever have to worry about her wearing earrings again in that ear, unless it's one of those old-lady screw- ons. Her ear won't take a piercing." To demonstrate, Kim used a little piercing gun and attempted to pop a hole through the lobe. The needle stopped at the surface of the lobe. Chrissie barely felt a thing. "Oh, that's good," said Terri. "And I like the idea of maybe one earring in one ear, like a boy would have. I know Chrissie wants to be extra butch, don't you?" Chrissie didn't say a word, but reached up a gently felt her unpiercable lobe. One part of her femininity had been eradicated and she knew more was to follow. "Now, Chrissie, what do you have in mind for your pretty brother?" Wanting to scream at the total unfairness of the situation, Chrissie began laying out what Terri had instructed her, trying to sound enthusiastic as she had been told to, but still almost choking on the words. "Well, I was thinking a perm, to give him the type of curls I've talked about getting in the past, before I decided I wanted to buzz mine off. If you can, maybe just some long layers, so he doesn't lose too much length. Wouldn't he look gorgeous with hair like that actress Keri Russell from Felicity, before she cut her long curls off? Since he's going to keep growing it, his hair should be down to almost the middle of his back in another few months. And, since you do ear piercing, he should have at least doubles, and maybe a third in one ear, to give him that extra-femmy look." Looking over at her shocked brother, she continued, "Also, can you arch his eyebrows extra high and thin to give him that slightly surprised girlish look? Chris grew more desperate as he listened to Chrissie describe what she had in mind for him. Suddenly, he bolted from the chair, making for the door. Terri, however, had been expecting this, and grabbed him before he had made it more than a few feet. Kim stepped up and, grabbing his other arm, helped Terri escort him to the styling chair nearest them. On the way, Kim stopped them, reached into a drawer and extracted a long strap. Reaching the salon chair, together they thrust him into it, with not so subtle threats from Terri. Chrissie, remembering Terri's earlier threats about her brother to her in private, grew frantic about repercussions if he kept struggling. She said, "Come on, Chris. I can't wait to see you all pretty and feminine." Then, the kicker, "You make a lousy boy, after all." As though he had been punched in the stomach, Chris stopped struggling. The hateful words she uttered knocked all resistance from him temporarily. Kim quickly wrapped the belt around his front, pinning his arms and securing him to the chair. Chrissie, who felt like throwing up after what she had told the stylist, but had thought it was the only way to get him to stop fighting, looked pityingly at her soon-to-be-feminized twin brother. Then, remembering her own dilemma, looked into the mirror. Her thick waves, falling gently down to her shoulders shined in the salon light. Her mind traveled back again to the talk from Terri... "Starting today, Chrissie, you will make it clear to everyone you hate looking girlish. You will ask, insist even, that you want your hair totally buzzed down. And... you can forget about those pretty outfits of yours since..." Chrissie's head had started to swim at that point, and she refused to think about the rest of the conversation. Looking down at her pinned twin once again, she said, "Can you get started on him?" Terri chimed in, "Yes, Kim, please. It seems Chrissie here has decided her brother will be first." Chapter 3 Chris, helpless in the chair, sat as Kim covered him with a flowered smock, lifting his hair and fastening it behind his neck. He looked angrily at his sister as Kim wheeled out a cart with a tray full of small rollers and other items. Kim said, "Take a good long look at yourself, sissy. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be the prettiest little thing in town." *Snap* Terri took a picture with her small digital camera. "Oh that's priceless. The little sissy waiting with bated breath for his makeover." Terri nudged Chrissie. She knew what was expected. "You are such a sissy, brother. This new look for you is long overdue. I can't wait to see the results. You should have been born a girl but since you weren't, I'm going to help make you into one." Kim turned the chair so Chris faced away from the mirror. She then tipped the chair back, his hair falling loosely into the washbasin bowl. "Your hair is so thick and beautiful. It's going to look so good with curls," she said. Glancing to his sister, Kim continued, smirking, "It's a shame your sister is so insistent on cutting all hers off, but at least one of you will have a gorgeous mane." Warm water began to flow through his hair as the stylist washed and conditioned his hair. Finishing, she blotted his hair dry and ran a comb through it to get out any tangles. Unable to see himself, Chris could feel as each roller was put in, section by section, the tightness against his head slightly uncomfortable. Terri and Chrissie watched from the sidelines, the first tingling with excitement as her plan was put in motion. The second, with despair and sadness as, minute by minute, her brother was taken closer to taking on the appearance of... her. "By the time he's done," Terri had told her that morning, "Even you would think he's you. Don't worry, though. There won't be any mixing the two of you up since you'll be getting your own makeover." Chrissie shuddered. Terri noticed and said to Kim, "Kim, dear, when you have his perm wrapped, do you think you could start Chrissie's haircut? I think she's getting anxious." "Absolutely. Chrissie, take a seat in the chair next to your brother. I'll get to you as soon as I can." A knock on the front door caused them all to turn. A muffled voice called through the door. "Kim? Kim are you in there? It's Laurie!" "Shit," said Kim. "It's my new stylist. Just when we're getting started, too." The knocking continued. "Well..." said Terri. "Why not let her in? After all, my stepson needs that flattop and you are a bit busy with Chrissie." It took a moment, but Kim caught on quickly. "Perfect!" she said. "And," Terri said, "the two of you will certainly behave yourselves, won't you children?" She squeezed Chrissie arm hard and stared at Chris. The soon to be shorn girl also caught on quickly and followed Terri's plan. "Of course we will Mom." The boy, his head more than half covered in small colorful curlers, gasped. They had never called this woman Mom, had actually sworn they never would. "I'm Chris and he... I mean she... is Chrissie." Everything was going perfectly, thought Terri. Kim walked to the door and unlocked it. A very attractive, young woman entered the shop. Dark eyes complemented her sleek, dark brown hair which she wore in a bob just below the jaw line. "Hey, what's going on? Since it's my day off, I was just taking a drive and realized I left my wallet here when I left last night. Did you decide to close today?" She saw Terri and the two teens. "Oh, I didn't realize you had company." "Actually, Laurie. I'm glad you stopped," said Kim. "This is my good friend Terri and her kids. The twins are getting new looks. I've got my hands full with Chrissie's perm. Do you have time to give her brother Chris a flattop?" Kim knew Laurie loved using the clippers so was pretty sure what the answer would be. Laurie looked at the one standing. She had wondered at first glance the sex of the twins. Her boss had confirmed for her the one in the chair was a girl (which made sense, she thought, considering the rollers), this one a boy. Cute, too, she thought to herself. And that hair! It was nice hair, but way too feminine for a boy. She thought of plowing the clippers through it. "Sure! I was only taking a drive anyway," she said. She moved gracefully to the empty chair, donned a smock hanging on a wall hook, and motioned to the standing teen. Kim said to Terri, "Don't worry, Terri. Laurie might be young and fresh out of beauty and barber school (she's 17 by the way, she dropped out of high school) but she's very good. And a whiz with the clippers." Chrissie moved slowly to the chair, dreading what was to come. From the vantage point of the other chair, Chris looked on and said in his tenor voice, "Oh, I'm sure my brother will be quite happy with the results." Scorn in his voice, "He's so excited about both of our new looks." Chrissie knew how upset her brother must be, particularly thinking that she, his twin, was partially behind this. It didn't help her stomach, though, as she slid into the waiting chair. Laurie smiled brightly as she fastened the striped cape around Chrissie neck and followed it up by fastening a piece of tissue paper around it as well. "Going to give you the full barber treatment, Chris. You certainly need it," she said. She held Chrissie's hair up in back. "Wow, what beautiful hair. Any girl would be thrilled to have hair like this." She dropped it down again, letting it fall all around Chrissie's shoulders and ran her slender fingers through it. She touched Chrissie's cheek in a casual way. She was surprised to feel attraction to her new client, both because of "his" apparent youth and because, after having had both boyfriends and girlfriends, Laurie had come to the conclusion she was gay. "You don't need a shave, that's for sure! Of course, at your age, that's not surprising." "I'm... I'll be sixteen next week," Chrissie stammered, feeling very uncomfortable with the vibes she was getting from Laurie on top of the looming barbering. "We both will." "Really? Not too much younger than me, then," Laurie replied, gratified she at least wasn't having hormonal feelings for a total child, even if he was male. She stroked Chrissie's cheek again. "Well, you'll be sprouting a beard any day then." "NO!" Chrissie exclaimed, then realized remembered Terri's threats. "I mean, I'm going to stay clean shaven." Laurie smiled. "Well, that's good. I think it would be shame to hide that good looking face." Both Terri and Kim watched with enjoyment. Kim, in particular, because she knew Laurie had dated both girls and boys in the past and could see the combination of attraction and puzzlement regarding Chrissie's sexuality in Laurie. Snapping the final rod with end paper into place on Chris's head, Kim applied the perm solution and wrapped a length of cotton around his hairline to, as she said, "To protect your beautiful eyes from drips. Now, before I stick you under a dryer, I believe your brother said something about ear piercing." Laurie looked up from the brushing she was doing preparatory to the flattop. "Your brother is making suggestions for your makeover? That is so cool." Her fingers, accompanying the detangling massaged the top of Chrissie's head gently, increasing Chrissie's discomfort. "Oh my God," she thought to herself. "She likes me." Kim asked, "Now Chris, how many piercings did you say you think your sister should get?" The pleading look in her brother's eyes didn't stop Chrissie from responding. She knew she had to go along with her stepmother's plan. The alternative was so much worse. "I think two in each, Kim. I see so many of the girls have four holes now. And maybe, if not today, later, a third in one ear. I think that looks really cool." Laurie almost bounced as she giggled, "Hey, look at these!" She tucked her shiny dark hair behind her right ear showing a fairly large gold hoop with smaller version just above it. "And..." she uncovered the other ear showing three different sizes of hoops dangling down. "Great," Chrissie's sarcasm was lost on the bouncy Laurie. "It's neat that I have the same piercings you want your sister to get, isn't it." "Oh yeah, really cool," Chrissie's sarcasm continued. During this discussion, Kim had taken out the small piercing gun she used, and selected two sets of earrings. His face turned pale at the site of the feminizing instrument. Kim said, "Don't worry honey, I've picked out two beautiful sets of earrings for you. Just think about how pretty they'll look." Chrissie, oblivious to Laurie's brushing now, watched as Kim used a marker to put four dots on Chris's lobes, thinking "I was going to get a second piercing when I turned sixteen." Her brother blinked hard as the gun was positioned over the first dot in his left ear and the earring popped through. Stepping around to his other side as she reloaded, Kim popped its match (it's twin, Chrissie thought sickly) into his other ear. Chris couldn't see what the earrings were, but Chrissie could. Kim loaded the first earring from the second set into the gun and with another "pop" (and wince from Chris) inserted it into his right ear. Another few steps, another reloading and "pop" ? his left ear was now double pierced as well. Seeing this set of earrings, Chrissie felt her pity grow even more for her brother. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it, Chrissie?" Kim asked. Sitting there with his head full of rollers, Chris looked on the verge of tears again. The salon owner lifted a hand mirror from its hook next to the sink bowl and held it up for Chris to see his new marks of feminine beauty. His jaw dropped as he examined Kim's work. Each ear now had a gold flower in its first hole, the second filled by a slightly smaller pink stone. "You did say your birthdays' were next week, didn't you Chris? It's October so I went with your birthstone for Chrissie's second hole. And the flower...well, what girl doesn't like flowers, right?" The "Oh how pretty" exclamations of Laurie certainly didn't help Chris's frame of mind. Terri, displaying a smile a Great White might exhibit when approaching a wounded marlin, stepped up beside him. She traced the edge of his ear, stopping to finger his flowers. "Chrissie, these are adorable. With two sets sparkling away, you'll drive the boys crazy. And I do believe your brother has already bought you some earrings for when your ears are healed. Didn't you get Chrissie some of those extra big hoops that are so popular with the girls, Chris?" Chrissie simply nodded, knowing Terri was referring to her earrings. She owned at least a dozen and a half pairs, from small dainty studs to 3 inch wire hoops to little fairy dangles. Earrings she wouldn't be able to wear anymore. Earrings that would add to her brother's new feminine look. Chris sat in stunned silence as Kim turned him to face the wall mirror and wheeled over a portable hair dryer. She positioned it over his head and turned it on. He could feel the hair tightening around the rods as his hair heated up. His feminine image (really, that of his sister) stared back from the mirror. Rollers tight against his head, dryer whirring away, earrings staggered up his rather small lobes, soft features...he would have a hard time convincing anyone that saw him right now he was a boy. And he knew when the perm had completed its work, the curls would only make it worse. As though reading his Terri said, "And just think, Chrissie ? as every minute those tight little curlers are in your hair means days and days more your new curls and image will last." Not knowing the deeper level to which Terri referred, Laurie piped in, "Yeah, with your features, Chrissie, those curls will really make you a knockout! And did Kim tell you? She's been testing out a new, longer- lasting perm ? with any luck, you won't have to reperm for the next year." Chrissie didn't get the chance to see what Chris's reaction to that was as Laurie swung her chair around to face the wall mirror. Picking up a set of shears from the shelf Laurie said, "Time to get you started, Chris. You get to watch your transformation." The young barber-stylist slid the scissors into Chrissie's hair even with her right eyebrow saying, "As thick and long as it is, I want to cut the bulk off with the shears before starting in with the clippers." Chrissie tensed, watching herself in the mirror, waiting for the first cut. "Wait." From her position on the other side of Chris's chair, Terri called out. Chrissie had no illusions that her reprieve was anything but short lived. Her stepmother's next comment, though, was both unexpected and added to cold feeling in the pit of Chrissie's stomach. "Chris," Terri said to Chrissie, "Didn't you tell me you wanted to take the first cut? Sort of a celebration of your new look? I know how much you're looking forward to all that hair coming off." Chrissie wanted to slap the smirk off her stepmother's face. "Oh, cool!" Laurie exclaimed. "Doesn't she know any other expressions?" thought Chrissie to herself. "Um, well..." Chrissie mumbled. "Perhaps Laurie can help you, Chris," her step-monster continued. "I'd love too," Laurie almost cooed. "Here Chris." She reached under the cape and grasped Chrissie's hand. Pulling it out, Laurie handed her the scissors then wrapped her own hand around the scared girl's. She lifted Chrissie's hand back to the opposite side of her head, where she herself had positioned the scissors minutes before. "Okay, Chris, now you want to cut way up starting on the side. For a standard haircut, you'd never cut this short to start, but since I'll be virtually shaving the sides and back, it's no problem." "Virtually shaving the sides and back," echoed in Chrissie's head. "Here we go." Chrissie began to panic as Laurie squeezed her hand, forcing the blades to close. *Schniiiick* Years of growth began falling away. In the mirror, Chrissie saw over a foot of hair cascading down onto her shoulder, then sliding to the floor. A large section slid down the front of her, ending up in her lap. The contrast of the crisp cut ends running from the front of her head right over her left ear to the waves sitting gently around her shoulders was the difference between the butch-boy she would become and the pretty girl she had been. "There's a start," Laurie said. She reached into Chrissie's lap and lifted up a soft wavy lock. "Wow. You really took care of your hair, Chris. This is so soft." She gave a friendly smile to the girl who was trying very hard to keep tears in check. "The one drawback to you wanting a flattop ? it certainly won't be soft and silky anymore. Bristly is more like it." "Bristly... Virtually shaving the sides and back..." Chrissie shuddered. "Here, let me get to work now," Laurie said, taking the scissor from Chrissie's limp fingers. The teen sat mutely as Laurie continued shearing away her hair, continuing the line she herself had begun a good two inches over her ear, working her way across the back and to the other side. Chrissie felt the cool blades against her neck as Laurie cut through the remaining length, exposing her neck for the first time since... well, since she could remember. Her mane was reduced in less than a minute to a chopped unfeminine mess. "There!" the stylist said. "Much more workable now for the clippers." "That's a good start, Laurie," Terri said, coming around to Chrissie's chair. Chris sat glaring from under the dryer. "Definitely starts to show his handsome face," said Kim, joining Terri. She put her hand on Terri's shoulder, surprised a bit by her own forwardness but unable to control it as attracted as she was to the gorgeous woman. Terri noticed but said nothing, although Kim thought she saw the smallest hint of a smile. "What do you think, Laurie? Don't you think he's handsome?" she teased, knowing Laurie was drawn to Chrissie and enjoying the embarrassment on the caped girl's face. "Well... if you'll pardon me for saying so, Chris," Laurie stood behind Chrissie, leaning forward, her breasts warm against the girl's shoulders, increasing her discomfort, "you don't have rugged outdoorsy handsomeness. More gentle, attractive features. And yes, with the hair coming off, it really does open up your face." She finished by saying, "I certainly think you're good looking." Chrissie's face turned a bright shade of red, which Laurie mistook for embarrassment because (she thought to herself) he must be attracted to me too! "Yes, yes he is," Terri beamed. "I can't wait until I see the final result." She reached up and patted Kim's hand. "Kim, let's leave her to it. Is Chrissie almost done?" The two walked away, leaving Chrissie to face the mirror... and her future. Laurie set the scissors down, picked a large pair of clippers from their shelf hook, and attached a guide to the blades. "Okay, Chris. Now just to be sure ? you said you wanted a flattop, right?" Chrissie knew Terri would be listening to her answer and that it not only better be the right answer but an enthusiastic one. "Yes, please, Laurie. I don't know why I ever let it get as long as it was to begin with. I'd really like a flattop, as short as you can." Pause. "I really want to look like a boy... again." "No problem," Laurie said. "There won't be any mistaking you for a girl with this haircut. I'm going to start by doing a rather long crewcut then shape it from there." Pop. Bzzzzz... Chrissie watched in the mirror as the clippers were placed just under her right wispy sideburn, Laurie resting her other hand on top of the girl's head to keep it steady. The slight tickling of the blades went unnoticed as she watched Laurie quickly and smoothly move them up the side of her head, leaving a bare ?" behind. "This is a rather long crewcut???" she thought, trying to envision how much worse it would be when done. The buzzing continued. Laurie was quick and efficient separating the emotionally trapped girl from her beloved tresses. She was also, as the opportunity presented itself, leaning very closely against Chrissie, wrapping her fingers through the hair on the top of her head, tipping it back and forth to get a better angle. Soon, the "long crewcut" was done, at least on the back and sides. Chrissie looked in the mirror as Laurie swung her back around. Even at its rough stage, her haircut gave her a decidedly boyish look, cropped... her brother, before Terri informed him he wasn't allowed to cut his hair anymore. "Getting there, Chris," Laurie said as she tousled Chrissie's hair (what was left on top). Chrissie watched her pick up what she thought was a large pick from the counter and wondered why. "Flat Top comb," Laurie said, briefly. "This will make sure it's table- top level for a perfect cut." With these words she slid the large pick-comb into what remained of Chrissie's hair on top ?" from her scalp and began buzzing the locks sticking through even with the comb. Chrissie watched in the mirror as the last vestige of her girlishness was clippered away, leaving behind a decidedly masculine buzzcut. The haircut quickly took on its final form. "Perfect," Laurie almost purred, running her hand over the top. "Here, Chris, feel," she said, sliding her hand under the cape again and pulling Chrissie's hand up. Chrissie looked at the boy staring back at her in the mirror as she felt the bristles rub against her palm. "Oh God," she thought. "What has she done! I'm my brother. A little pretty, but a boy." During Chrissie's reverie, Laurie had snapped a different guide onto the clippers. "Two more things, Chris then you'll be done." Laurie's enthusiasm for the work seemed to grow with each step. Using the adjusted clippers, Laurie took the "long crewcut" of the back and sides down to no more than one quarter of an inch, rubbing and stroking her hands along Chrissie head "checking the evenness" she claimed. Chrissie continue to stare at the stranger in the mirror as the boy's image solidified, leaving her wondering if she would ever see Chrissie again. Laurie next set down the clippers and pumped a large mound of white foam into her hand from a dispenser. "I told you you were getting the full barber treatment," she told Chrissie as she began gently smearing the shaving cream up the back of Chrissie's neck and around her ears, finishing by dabbing some just in front of her ears. "Wait..." Chrissie couldn't help the exclamation when she saw Laurie pick up the straight razor. Laurie paused, saying, "Is something wrong, Chris? I'm just going to shave around your hairline to clean it up." Chrissie realized her mistake and, knowing that Terri waited on the sidelines monitoring everything that went on, said the first thing that came to mind to cover her outburst. "Um, I just want to make sure you square it off in the back, nice and crisp." Laurie ran her hand over the top of Chrissie's new flattop. "Of course, silly. That's the only way to give it that perfect flattop look. I told you you were getting the works." "I certainly am," Chrissie thought. With that, Laurie began shaving Chrissie's neck. The teenager, in shock over the butchering of her hair and the defeminization she was enduring watched the attractive young stylist complete her transformation. Her shock was joined by confusion when she realized a small warm feeling was growing in her stomach as Laurie finished her neck, fingernails running across the smooth-shaven skin, created a perfectly sculpted roundness around her ears, then squared Chrissie's sideburns almost up to the tops of her ears. "I'm not enjoying this," Chrissie told herself as Laurie's hand brushed her cheek and the warmth surged. "And I'm definitely not attracted to her." She saw herself blush in the mirror as Laurie set down the razor. The blush had not gone unnoticed by the stylist. Let me get you cleaned off," she said brushing the clumps of hair from Chrissie's shoulders and lap onto the floor. "I'd ask you if you'd like a lock as a keepsake but that's something a girl would do. Garbage for it I guess. Sort of a shame." Chrissie swallowed a lump and thought of the years of growth and care that now lay strewn on the floor, waiting to be swept away. Laurie used a small whisk broom to clean off Chrissie's neck and around her ears and face. "Whoops. Missed some." She leaned over and, hand resting on Chrissie's shoulder, slowly breathed into the girl's ear, squeezing Chrissie as she did. The softness of Laurie's breath made Chrissie shiver. "There. All done." She reached over for the hand mirror and stood behind Chrissie to show her the back. "I blocked it off a bit higher than I normally would, Chris, since you wanted to make sure it was nice and clean cut. And see how its squared off going up toward the ears?" she asked holding up the hand mirror behind Chrissie. "Yes...y es I do. Ah... thank you Laurie. It, um, looks great." Laurie looked as if she had just been given a present and giggled. "Oh, you're welcome, kind sir. Now, if you're going to keep it this short and in shape, you'll need a trim about every three weeks. I'd be happy to do it for you." Laurie's hand continued to stroke Chrissie's bristly head. From her position on the other side of Chris's chair, Terri spoke up. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Laurie. If you're willing, you can be Chris's personal barber!" "Absolutely," Laurie responded. "I'll take good care of him." Her hands had moved from Chrissie's hair to her neck and were gently kneading the tense teen's muscles. "And," continued Terri, "Kim and I have been chatting. We're all going to go out to do some shopping this afternoon, then back to my house for a little makeover celebration. Would you care to join us?" "Sounds like a lot of fun! I'd love to," replied Laurie. Chrissie, who was hearing about the shopping and "celebration" for the first time thought, "It's getting worse and worse." "Besides," Laurie went on, "it will give me a chance to get to know Chris better." Her fingers slid up the back of Chrissie's head and gently stroked around her ears. "You can start now, Laurie," Terri said. "Chrissie is going to be a bit longer so why don't you and Chris chat?" "Great!" chirped the effervescent barber-stylist, continuing her ministrations on the clippered girl. "Great," Chrissie dully echoed as Laurie began asking her about hobbies, sports, and school. Terri was well pleased. She had watched the Chrissie's eyes as she was forced to ask Laurie to give her a flattop then as she was forced to cut her own long locks. She had almost laughed at Chrissie's expression as the obviously smitten girl barber began the almost total shaving of her stepdaughter's once wondrous mane into a haircut a Marine would be proud of. And now, as Laurie chattered along at the girl, Terri considered additional possibilities. "They make a cute couple. I think Laurie would be perfect to introduce Chrissie to her new life." Putting aside her additional plans for her shorn stepdaughter for the moment, she turned her attention back to Chris. Chapter 4 Chris sat uncomfortably under the dryer bonnet as his scalp felt like it was on fire watching his step-mother and Kim standing by his sister. For a moment he felt pleased seeing Chrissie's bright white scalp shine under the salon lights contrasted by the dark black hairs of her flat top. It momentarily took his mind off the prickling tightening of his hair and heat of the dryer. "If she wanted me to have a make over then getting her hair shorn off serves her right," he thought. As that thought passed through his mind tears began to flow down his cheeks and he was immediately sorry for thinking bad of his sister. There had to be some reason for her behaving so unlike the person that he knew she was. "But what if she....she really...meant those horrible words..." A sliver of doubt entered his mind. His thoughts were interrupted as Terri and Kim walked back over to his chair. "Let me lift the hood and check to see if your delightful daughter's hair is ready. Oh dear, look at the tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks. It gives me such pleasure to see that kind of happiness on a customer's face. Believe me Chrissie when I am finished your make over you'll shed a million tears of joy. I most certainly will have to use the waterproof makeup though," Kim said with a smirk. Terri stood just behind Kim and lifting her camera took another picture of the young boy. Digitally capturing his face with black hair rolled tightly onto multicolored plastic rollers and a look of teary eyed surprise on his face. Chris's look of surprise was caused by Kim gently patting him on his crotch as she pulled back the dryer hood with her other hand. As she began removing the rollers and papers from Chris's hair, she glanced over to where Terri was standing. "You know Terri if you really want to distinguish between the twins you might want to consider turning Chrissie here into a blond. We can't do it today because of the perm as the bleaching process could harm her hair. With her sparkling blue eyes I think blond would be a good color for her. The boys would really be after her then. Don't you think?" Kim said. "Oh that is a wonderful idea. I can't believe that I didn't think of that first. How soon do you think we can have it done?" She asked then turned to face where Chris and Laurie were talking, asked, "Don't you think your sister would look good as a blond Chris?" "Errr yeah...sure....sh...she would look terrific as a blond Mom," Chrissie shouted back while cringing deep inside. Seeing Terri's finger twirling in a circular motion realized she wanted her to say more added, "Besides she's so girly-girl and swishy she would be better off as a blond." "Oh shit how am I going to live with myself after this. He's my brother and I love him but she's so evil that I have to do whatever she says," she thought as she looked away from what was happening to Chris. Having to listen to Laurie was better than watching her poor brother. She didn't see the look of hurt and loss on Chris' face. Kim after removing all the rollers plied a boar's hair bristle brush through his thick dark locks. Pressing the bristles to the scalp and smoothly pulling them through the thick black hair, she felt herself tingle all over. Turning this obnoxious boy into a pretty girl was the best thing to happen for her in a very long time. The wave was tight but would loosen over time to become beautiful full waves of flowing tresses that any girl or woman for that matter would die for. With his hair brushed into tight flowing waves that glistened and shined beautifully, Kim leaned the chair back so she could begin the next phase of Chris's transformation. Taking an electrolysis tool from a cabinet and plugging it in, she looked to Terri's smiling face and asked, "Thin high arches for that surprised look or something more feline?" "Well if we are going to eventually turn her into a blond don't you think the surprised look more appropriate? Perhaps a surprised questioning look if you can do that," Terri replied. "Not a problem," she said as she flipped the switch and began probing the hairs of Chris's brow. She took her time and 45 minutes later stepped back so that Terri could see. As Kim moved to the side she reached out and put her arm around Terri's waist and pulled her close then softly said, "He has such lovely long lashes and luscious hair....much too nice for a boy really. I will gladly do whatever I can to accommodate you in his transformation and I mean anything." Terri was pleased when their hips touched and she felt Kim's arm go around her waist with her fingers resting just under her left breast. As a matter of fact it felt exquisite and she leaned into the embrace. "My dear Kim I would love to have all the help you can give me but what about Laurie?" "Laurie? Oh she shouldn't be any problem but let's just let her think Chris is a boy for now. I'll have a talk with her later and explain everything. I'm willing to bet she will be really hot for the idea of turning little Chrissie into a handsome young man. No, I don't think there will be any problems with her at all," Kim replied. Terri reluctantly broke contact and reaching out grasped Chris's chin with her right hand turned his face to the left and then to the right. "Oh yes Kim this is exactly the look for my Chrissie. Oh Chris why don't you come over here and see how beautiful your sister looks," she commanded. Chrissie wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Stay and talk to Laurie or face her brother. She knew that having to watch them turn her brother into her would be difficult. Having to pretend to be a boy and talk to Laurie was just as bad. She wasn't into girls and didn't know if she could bear to see what they had done to her precious brother. In the end she knew that she did not have any choice and moved over to her step- mother's side. "Oh God he is beautiful," she said softly as she moved her hand to cover her mouth. Fortunately Laurie did not hear her comment. "Yes she is getting there," Kim said. "Just wait until I finish with her makeup. Now I have already applied a light coating of foundation, dusted it with powder and used just a little black eyebrow pencil to further define her brows. She doesn't need too much makeup as her skin is so clean and fresh. With her coloring a bright red lipstick would look positively sexy. Being so young I think a frosted fuchsia will work better. Nice full lips with a slight cupid bow. See Chris how outlining the lips just beyond the lip line with this natural red liner like so and then filling it in by brushing the lipstick in nice even up and down strokes really brings out the lips. I just bet that if she wasn't your sister you would love to be kissed by those lips? Hehehe. Now for the eyes, a nice even lining on the edges of both lids with this black eyeliner like so and then a bit of baby blue eye shadow to bring out those luscious eyes, black mascara for the lashes using the eyelash curling wand and isn't your sister just simply adorable." Chrissie would not have believed that Chris would make such a beautiful girl if she had not seen it with her own eyes. Of course they were twins but then again she was the real girl here. Looking down at the pretty strapped in youth it gave her pause. Chris's new look shouted out to her that her step-mother's evil plan was working. Chris looked absolutely beautiful. With the proper clothing he would be stunning. "Now for the finishing touch, a sprits of perfume in a sweet floral scent and I believe that we are finished here. What do you all think?" Kim asked as she stepped back. "Yes absolutely marvelous my dear, I don't know just how to thank you enough for all you have done for my precious step-daughter. She was such a tomboy but now we have a butterfly in our mist. Laurie I want to thank you also for turning my once wimpy looking step-son into a man. The only thing left to do is get them some appropriate clothing. I so hate the androgynous look they have insisted upon for so long. Why don't you all come with us and see what we can find for my precious children. Kim please go with Chrissie and Laurie you accompany Chris," Terri said with a very satisfied smile on her face. Chapter 5 As Terri entered the upscale department store she quickly spotted the lingerie section and headed toward it. Soon they were surrounded in racks of lacy bits of nothing and tables strewn with bras and panties of all types and colors. Turning to Laurie she said, "Laurie I don't think Chris will be comfortable coming in here with us ladies. Why don't you take him to the boys section and pick out something more masculine for him to wear. I want to see him get involved in sports as soon as possible so you had better pick out some suitable clothing for that too. We really need to build him up you see. Just make sure that it isn't anything ?unisex'. Now that he has decided to cut his hair I want him looking all boy. Here take this credit card and get him whatever you think necessary. We'll meet at the cosmetic counter in an hour or so." "Oh golly gee Terri I would love to help Chris pick out some new clothing. Oh if you really want to get him involved in sports to build him up I work part time at the gym. There is nothing like weight training to quickly build body mass. I have a friend there, Jason, and he can teach Chris how to lift weights. He can even put him on a diet that simply adds muscle mass like crazy. I've seen him do it with other boys. I bet Jason could put twenty pounds of muscle on Chris in less than three months," Laurie said enthusiastically. "Laurie that is just so sweet of you. You can really put 20 pounds on Chris in three months? How soon do you think you can start?" Terri replied with a bit of surprise. "I could take him first thing tomorrow morning. I work from 7 till noon three days a week. I am an assistant trainer for the ladies at the gym," she gushed. Laurie couldn't believe her luck as she held her crossed fingers behind her back. She could have Chris almost all to herself and get to know him even better if Terri agreed with her. Terri stood silent for a few moments gathering her thoughts. "Laurie since it is a coed gym could you take both Chris and Chrissie with you. Heaven knows that Chrissie could use the benefit of the gym almost as much as Chris. She so needs to develop some grace and symmetry. Look I'll even pay you say $200 a week if you will oversee their workouts. So what do you say?" "Oh sure Terri I would be more than happy to do it. You don't even need to pay me," Laurie quickly replied thrilled that she had accepted her offer. "Oh no my dear I want to make sure that they both get full workouts preferably five days a week if you can handle that. Besides, if you are paid, you will concentrate more on their exercise regime. So do we have a deal?" Terri countered. "Five days....Yeah I can swing that. Sure Terri we have a deal," Laurie stated. "Okay then off you two go and Laurie get Chris everything he might need for the gym. Errr better make sure you get Chris a jock strap and cup if he is going to be working out. You know how young men have to protect their family jewels and such," Terri finished with a giggle. As Laurie grabbed Chrissie's hand and started to pull her towards the boy's department she was in shock. Chrissie couldn't believe what she had just heard her step-mother say. "Add twenty pounds of muscle, jock strap and cup..." kept running through her mind. All too soon Chrissie found herself in the boy's dressing room wearing only a jock strap and cup checking its fit. Laurie had insisted that Chrissie try it on to make sure it was comfortable. On the bench lay a pair of boy's jeans, red and black checkered boxer shorts, cotton athletic socks, navy wife beater shirt, collared denim long sleeved shirt and a pair of black running shoes for her to put on. After she had dressed staring back at her from the mirror was a young teenaged boy. There was even an appropriate looking bulge in the crotch. Laurie's insistent banging on the changing room door forced her out for the mandatory inspection. Chrissie turned bright red as Laurie pulled at the waist band behind her jeans and brushed at the shirt. "God I have never been so embarrassed in my life," she thought as Laurie finished her inspection with approval. "Come on, now we need to get you some exercise clothing. Ya know like sweats and shorts. You're gonna need a gym bag as well. Come on Chris. This is just so much fun," Laurie almost squealed in her excitement. As Chrissie was undergoing her embarrassment Chris was living in his own hell. He was standing in a similar cubical wearing just a pair of pale green nylon panties with a white floral appliqu? on the front. Kim and his step-mother were in the room passing a white satin training bra around examining all of its feminine details. Terri had forced him to wear the panties to the salon and Chrissie had to wear his boxers. "Oh Chris don't you just love this cute little red rose accent and the cups are so soft and delicate. See, it even has a bit of padding to give you that more grown up look. I bet you can't wait to put on your very first bra. All us girls remember our very first bra. I know I just couldn't wait to get mine," Kim said. "Come on Chris tell me how much you want to try on your first bra," Terri added with a large smirk on her face. Chris could tell that they were thoroughly enjoying his humiliation and he winched every time they called him Chris. It was bad enough having to wear girl's lingerie but hearing his boy's name spoken in the girl's changing room filled him with dread. If someone else found out his secret he would just curl up and die. He knew what he had to do to shut them up so timidly in a soft voice he said, "Pl...ple...please Ter...Terri....I'll do what you say. Just stop teasing me.." "It's Mom or Mommy and I want to hear you ask me for your very first bra like you mean it...or..we could take this outside to get the sales girl's opinion.." Terri said sternly. "Pleas...please M...Mo...Mom will you give me my very....fir..first br...bra," he said in defeat. "I'm sorry dear but I didn't hear you. You don't sound very happy about getting to wear a bra. Most young girls your age would be hopping up and down and clapping their hands in glee to be getting their first bra," Terri informed him. Biting his lower lip Chris began hopping up and down while clapping his hands together saying, "Oh please Mommy give me my first bra. Please I'm a big girl now." He didn't know where that last comment came from but it sounded right and he wanted desperately to get this whole ordeal over and done with. "Oh that is so much better darling. I think you really want to wear your first bra. You know that once a young lady starts wearing a bra she will have to wear one all the time from then on, don't you? It means that you are no longer a little girl and must keep her chest covered all the time. No more running around shirtless much less braless dear. Now here is your bra and Kim will show you how to put it on and adjust the straps," Terri said with a big grin. After thirty minutes and his arms sore from the effort Chris could hook the eye closure behind his back with little effort. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at his reflection. The light reflected off the satin straps and cups making the bra stand out on his otherwise flat chest. The only indication that a young girl was not standing in front of the mirror was the slight bulge in the panties. Kim saw the discrepancy and with an evil glint in her eyes reached into her purse and removed a sanitary pad with wings. Quickly removing the protective strip, she reached into his panties and carefully placed the pad between his legs and folded over the wings. "There that should cover up any questions people might have about you dear," she said as she stood back smiling. Chris was horrified but there was nothing he could do about it. Before he could say or do anything else he was pulled out the door and onto the change floor. "Now you stay here Chrissie while we get some more things for you to try on. Can't be hogging the changing room while we look for more stuff now can we?" Terri said as they both walked away. Chris was mortified as he stood practically naked in the center of the room. Another woman was just coming in as his tormentors left. Chris didn't know what to do. First he placed his hands over his crotch then over his bra in confusion. Finally he just placed one hand over his crotch and one over his chest. The woman walked by him and with a smile said, "Don't be embarrassed sweetie. It's just us girls here." Chris blushed while absentmindedly brushing stray hairs away from his eyes as the woman continued into one of the changing rooms. "Man I can't believe this is happening to me. I'm going to run away just as soon as I can," he thought. After what seemed like hours to Chris the two women returned carrying bunches of multicolored materials in their arms. Soon he was standing in the common area fully dressed. A matching set of pale green satin garter belt with forest green lace overlay, nylon camisole again with forest green floral lace trim and half slip completed his lingerie. Two white net petticoats with forest green satin piping along the hems fluffed out his white satin party dress. The empire cut dress had puffed chiffon sleeves that tied off at the elbows with emerald green satin ribbons with a high fitted oriental collar trimmed in delicate emerald green satin. The skirt flowed out from just underneath his breasts over the petticoats. The bodice was an overlay of chiffon embroidered with small green pedaled pink roses that emphasized his small breasts. White sheer nylons were smoothed up his legs and a pair of emerald green patent leather Mary Jane's with a two inch block heel with metal taps at the toe and heel completed the juvenile outfit. Adding to this indignity Kim pulled a pair of white lace fingerless gloves on his hands, pinned a small white lace dolly with emerald green ribbon streamers to the top of his head and handed him a small white patent leather clutch purse to hold. "They made me look like a little eight year old girl with tits," Chris thought seeing his reflection. Tears began to form in his eyes as the women looked on very pleased with themselves. Terri leaned down, sprayed a cloud of floral scented perfume on him then said, "Darling you look so precious in that dress I could just eat you up. Now unless you want us to find you some diapers and really frilly plastic panties I strongly suggest that you stop that crying and put a happy face on. I want to see a great big smile when we meet up with your butch sister. Now if you act like the darling little girl you appear to be then maybe I will let you dress up more your age later." Chris stiffened when he heard her mention diapers and plastic panties. He knew that her threat was as good as gold. While he was as embarrassed as much as he thought he could be diapers and plastic panties would be far worse. He did his best to stop sniveling and managed to put a weak smile on his face. "That is much better darling but I still want to see a big smile. Okay that is much better now come along we have to meet with Laurie and your brother," she said as she straightened up. Turning towards Kim she added, "Kim why don't you take Chrissie's hand and bring her along. It was so thoughtful of you to suggest buying this divine dress for my Chrissie. She looks so precious in it. Just like the well behaved little princess I have always wanted." Chris wanted to die but followed along as Kim held his hand. Once out of the changing area they hit the hard wood flooring of the main store and the "tapping" sound made by his shoes echoed loudly in his ears. He had to adjust to the high heels that he was not accustomed to wearing. Kim told him to take shorter steps with one foot in front of the other and to keep his hips back and chest out if he did not want to trip and fall. His other problem was caused by the full skirting of his dress. He could not keep his arms close to his body but found himself with his elbows pressed to his sides and his arms swinging out and away from his full skirts. All the strange tugging and pulling on his body by the new clothing was driving him to distraction. He only wanted to get home, go to bed and hope that all this would turn out to be a horrible nightmare. He almost dropped his purse when he saw Chrissie standing with Laurie at the entrance to the store by the cosmetic counters. He saw himself as he should be and not the ridiculous little girl that he had become. For her part Chrissie just stared wide eyed at the pretty little girl standing between her step-mother and Kim. Her first thoughts were, "Even when I was little I would never be caught dead in an outfit like that. He looks like he should be the flower girl in a big fancy wedding." Realizing what she was thinking, Chrissie took a deep breath and started to rush to her paralyzed brother to hug and comfort him but Laurie's tight grip on her hand stopped her. "Oooooohhhh, isn't she just the prettiest thing you ever saw," Laurie said. "You guys didn't tell me there was a wedding coming up. Chrissie you look positively gorgeous. Chris don't you think your sister is absolutely the most?" "Y...Yeah....sure," was all Chrissie could stutter in reply. Of course the humiliations did not end there. Terri suggested that they stop at the food court before going home. Chris was the center of attention as he sat at the table unable to eat his happy meal. Most of the older women commented on how beautiful he was and how they wished their daughters would dress as nice. The younger girls just giggled or stuck their tongues out at him. The boys just tried to look up his dress since it stuck out so much as he sat at the table. Chrissie felt sorry for him but at the urging of her step-mother had to tell him, "Golly Chrissie, you sure do suit that dress. It is just soooo juvenile and girly-girl it had to be made just for you. I bet you just love the way it feels and looks on you." Chrissie was crying on the inside as she said those hateful words. Chris as miserable as he was could only cringe as each word came out of his sister's mouth. "How could she be so mean and nasty," he thought. Kim seeing him flinch at each comment from his sister leaned over to him and whispered into his ear," Chris I think she is really enjoying your swapping. I get the feeling she always wanted to be you. You know when I asked her if she liked wearing boy's clothes and getting to learn weight lifting she positively beamed. She even said that she thought you would really like wearing panties and frilly lingerie because you were never much of a man anyway. Cross my fingers and hope to die that is what she told me." Chris shank further into himself as Kim told him what his sister had said about him. That little flicker of flame called hope withered down to a nub but still did not go complet