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Face in the mirror December 25 Dear Diary, i actually think keeping a diary is pretty lame, but since my mom gave this to me for Christmas, and she seemed so hyper about me writing in it, i guess i'll give it a try. It's such a pretty book, being all pink and with lace covers, that it almost seems a shame to mess it up with my crappy handwriting. For some reason my long nails seem to be getting in the way of holding a pen, which is way weird, cuz like, i've had long nails since as long as i can remember, you know? Speaking of memories, have you ever woken up and like haven't known where you were? That happens to me just about every day now since we moved to this new town over Christmas break. i suppose that's normal, but it's like every day i have to get reacquainted with who i am. For the record: My name is Chrissy James, i'm 15, have an 18-year-old sister Liz, and your standard mom and dad. My sister is so pretty, and i'm so proud of her. i know that's weird, because i'm like jealous and everything too, but she's a great student, blonde, slender, so beautiful and always treats me nice. The last few days especially she's been so sweet, and looks at me with these kind of adoring but sad looks, so weird. She's been brushing my hair, helping me pick out clothes, suggesting makeup ... i don't know what's got into her. It's like i'm a moron or something. She did show me a better way of fastening my bra, and nice ways to pull my hair back. My hair is soooo long, and maybe my best feature. It's thick and like medium brown with light brown highlights, and i wear it parted on the side. i remember when i used to have short hair, i guess as a little girl, and how easy that was to take care of. My dad says i'm a real looker, but i know he's just being nice. i have big brown eyes and full lips, but my face looks kind of ... i dunno ... just cute, if that makes sense. Liz is all delicate and beautiful, and sophisticated and i kind of look slutty. Like i can help that. My pointy c cup boobies with the big dark pink nipples don't help. i swear, if i don't wear the right bra, they stick out like torpedoes. My waist is very thin, true, but my butt is so round and just shy of fat. i'm only 5'3", while Liz is 5'7". Hard to believe we're sisters. Sometimes i feel like the older sister for some reason. Anyway, we're starting our new school next week, and hopefully by then mom will get out of the weird mood she's in. It's like every time she looks at me she wants to burst into tears. And she hugs me all the time. Lots of the clothes i got for Christmas are cute -- i love the tight sweaters, especially the low cut ones. i know i shouldn't like to show off my boobies, but I love just staring at them all the time. It's weird, but it gets me hot. Not that i'm a lez or anything! It just seems like the natural thing to do. i've even caught dad stealing glances at my girls, which is a little creepy, but i guess he can't help himself. Oh well, i hope my classes aren't too hard at school. February 14 Dear Diary: Yesterday i swear i caught dad looking in my diary, so it's now hidden in a place at school where he'll never find it. i made a big deal about having lost it, so he won't go looking for it. Unfortunately he must have read all the entries about the weird dreams i'm having. The first ones weren't so bad. i dreamed i was in high school, but as a guy. They were the most realistic dreams i ever had. It's like i was remembering all my old high school friends, playing on the soccer team, seeing guys naked in the locker room -- which was kind of hot, actually. The funny thing was i remembered the name of the school, and Googled it, and it really exists. A prep school in Massachusetts. It looked familiar. Just like now, i was a sophomore in my dreams. And just like Liz is a senior at my high school, i had an older brother who was a senior, only - - and this gets really weird -- he was my dad. Only with hair, ha. Dad's pretty balding, and in my dream i remember he was starting to go bald even in high school, while i had wonderful thick hair, like i do now. School is going okay. i get C's and B's, while Liz gets A's. Typical. She already has the class president as her boyfriend, though i have a hot boyfriend too. He plays basketball and his name is Ryan, and he is soooo cool. He sits behind me in biology, and i always made sure to wear my lowest cut jeans and a thong, and sit so he got a good look and what he calls my "most excellent ass"! His hands are so big that my rear feels small when he touches it, which is nice. i haven't let him touch anything else yet, but next weekend his parents will be away and we can finally be alone for a whole day! i'm on the pill, but still a virgin, but maybe not for long ... February 15 Dear Diary: i had a super weird dream last night. So weird i'm almost embarrassed to write it down. In it, well, mom was my girlfriend. So creepy. We didn't do anything, but she was younger, we were in college, dad was still my brother and jealous ... and ... she looked so great. i mean, she's a hot 43-year-old now. Blonde and curvy. But back then she was the hottest thing on campus. When i woke up i was all excited and trembling, and then i felt this huge sense of loss and ... jealousy of my dad. i wasn't like attracted to her or anything, i mean, i'm not lez -- i like guys so much that I think about them all the time. i sooo want to give my first blowjob it's not even funny. i've put on a little bit of weight and am glad to report some has gone to my girls and they're rounder and less pointy, and the rest to my thighs, which isn't bad. At least my butt isn't bigger. But if i gain any more i may be a d cup like grandma. She's huge. When i dream i'm a guy, i have a new mom and dad, and my mom looks like an older version of me. Thick brown hair and everything. February 23 Dear Diary: Well, it happened. i'm no longer a virgin. Woo hoo. i did the deed with Ryan Saturday afternoon in his parents bedroom. i'd like to say it was everything i expected, but it wasn't exactly. i did get to give a blowjob, and it was amazing. i can deep throat! Yes, it just ... went all the way in my mouth until his balls were pushing against my chin. And Ryan is big -- 8 inches at least. i swallowed and everything, and it tasted really good! The weird thing happened when we actually had sex. The closet in Ryan's parent's bedroom is all mirrors, and this dresser at the end of the bed has a huge mirror, so like if you opened your eyes you could see yourself. You'd think that would be hot, but every time i snuck a peek it was like i was looking at a porno movie, and i wasn't me, i was just some teenage bimbo slut riding this big guy's cock. I couldn't get the image out of my mind that i'd seen it all before only in a movie. i mean, it was kind of a turn on, but also like an out-of-body experience too. i couldn't decide whether i wanted to be me, or Ryan. But i felt so small and helpless and feminine when it was over. After taking a shower i looked at myself in the bathroom mirror for the longest time, until Liz came in and kind of woke me out of a daze. She undressed in front of me for the first time in as long as i could remember (we share a bathroom), and she hugged me after i told what i'd just done. i buried my head on her shoulder and cried, and it was so weird having her hug me like that. i really felt like the younger sister for the first time ... We had a special day where we curled each other's hair and then did each other's nails and stuff, and talked like sisters do. Back to sex: i did have three amazing orgasms, though, and i can't wait to do it again. This time, no mirrors. February 27 Dear Diary: Okay, something really weird. Every once in a while mom slips, and instead of calling me Chrissy or Christina, she calls me Chris. No big deal, right. Even some of my friends at school do that, but every time SHE does it i get flashbacks to those dreams where i'm a guy and her boyfriend, and lately, i've dreamed i'm her husband. The only relief i seem to get from this weird dual personality thing is having sex with Ryan. i mean, it gets more incredible every time, and afterwards i just feel like sexy little Chrissy, the almost 16-year-old girl. The way he sucks on my nipples gets me so excited it's like a drug. He'll even do it at school sometimes. We'll sneak into an empty classroom and he'll lift up my top, unhook my bra, and suck them so hard he sends electric charges through my body. i've even given him blowjobs after that. Still, i find myself going to the girls room and looking at myself in the mirror afterwards, and thinking what a vulnerable girl I am, and how much i need a strong boy to take care of me. Or that i'm really someone else looking at a girl through a window. The opposite feelings happen whenever i'm with dad. We played tennis the other day, and i swear he couldn't take his eyes off my boobies. i mean, i was wearing this cute little tennis dress that HE bought me, and he deliberately would hit little drop shots so i'd have to go bouncing up to the net. My cleavage is incredible, it's true, but still he IS my dad. Though i get so ... i don't know ... mad/jealous of him sometimes the way he hangs all over mom. i could hear them doing it in the bedroom one night when Liz and I were talking in her bed, and we just kind of looked at each other and giggled. But deep down i was angry. i went back to my own bed and orgasmed like five times, fantasizing i was in bed with Ryan, and that made me feel like Chrissy again instead of jealous ... Chris. March 10 Dear Diary: Okay, here's something weird. Every Sunday morning i leave dad's study. But i don't remember going in there. i just remember leaving and going to help mom make breakfast. Somehow i always have a great Sunday, though. i'm always very calm and happy. And horny. Ha. i always go and find Ryan! Though the other Sunday he made an offhand comment about how hot my mom was, and there i went feeling jealous all over again. i hit him hard in the arm -- of course i didn't hurt him. He's very big and strong. A foot taller than me and very muscular. He wrestled me down and kissed me, and i soon gave up struggling, though he said i tasted like cum, and it had been a day since i'd given him a blowjob. Maybe some was still in my tummy. Anyway, next time i go INTO dad's study on a Sunday, I'm going to take my phone and turn on the recorder. March 15 Dear Diary: OMG OMG OMG OMG. i just listened to the recording of my time in ... the study. i don't know if i should go to the police or what. i'm so freaked out right now i don't know what to do. i know dad .. or whoever he is ... is a psychiatrist and uses hypnosis, but i had no idea he was using me as an experiment. Here's EXACTLY what how the conversation went" "Good morning Chris, it's a wonderful Sunday." Then I sound all zombie weird and said: "Yes, it is a totally wonderful Sunday." "You look so pretty today. I love your hair." Then I sound all giggly and embarrassed: "Thank you daddy!" "I love when you brush it out for daddy. And I love that your breasts are growing bigger. Soon they'll look just like mothers. Wouldn't she be proud to see that her favorite son has turned into such a sexy little teenage girl." I say: "Yes daddy, our mommy would be so proud." "And I'm sure mother would be happy that you have such a big, strong boyfriend who makes you feel like a submissive little sexy girl. You love to look sexy for him, and for all the boys. You love to show off your breasts, and wear low cut jeans and short skirts. You love pants with no pockets that show off your curvy rear, don't you." I say: "Yesssssssssssssss." "You hate when I kiss my wife, don't you? It bothers you in ways you just can't understand. Like I have something of yours. But you don't like girls at all. You're not a lesbian. You only like boys." I say: "Yes daddy. I only like boys." Then there's some rustling, and the recorder runs out of time. March 17 Dear Diary: Things just keep getting weirder and weirder. I played the tape for Liz this morning, and she literally turned white and started trembling. She hugged me tight and kept saying, "Don't worry, it'll be okay," over and over again, rocking me back and forth. I had been up all night so I fell asleep in her arms, wanting to believe everything would be okay. When I woke up, mom was in the room with us, and they were just sitting and staring at me. I was still in my jammies - a t-shirt and panties, and I was hugging my teddy bear. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and remember thinking that it was so long, and finally below my nipples. Which was a weird thought at the time, I guess. "M-m-mom," I said. "W-w-w-what's going on?" "Calm down, Chris ..." There was that name again, which made me feel all weird. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you this, but I guess there's no choice." She came over and sat next to me, and took my hand. I could smell her perfume, and I remember my eyes getting moist as I looked into her blue eyes. "Ummm, I was married before. To a ... man named Chris. We met in college and were very much in love. We were married and ... ah ... had a little girl. Who is Liz." "So Liz is only my half sister? OMG." "Just let me finish Chris, this is going to be hard for you to hear. My husband became very sick, a degenerative disease that was very hard on him, he was constantly in pain. And hard, well, on all of us. He was in a nursing home the last ... two years of his life, and then I had to make a painful choice." "He's my dad too? Is he still alive???" Looking back at the conversation, I can't believe the lame things I was saying. "Yes, well, no. Please Chris, let me finish. His brother knew someone at a company that was on the cutting edge of genetic engineering, and he suggested my ... husband ... as a test subject for a radical therapy." All of a sudden my head was throbbing with pain, and strange images were like invading my mind. I passed out. When I woke up a few minutes later I looked down at my breasts and wondered who they belonged to. Mom kept talking, and then everything she said made sense, and all the memories of my former life came flooding back. "I know it doesn't seem like a good decision now, but last August, Chris, my husband was taken to the genetic engineering lab while he was in a coma. Over the next couple months his genetic code was reprogrammed to have two X chromosomes, because the syndrome he was afflicted with attacked only the Y chromosome. He was completely changed and became a pubescent girl, which was necessary so he would be strong enough for recovery." At that point I just interrupted. "He's me. I know. I'm Chris. I used to be your husband and," looking at Liz, "Your father." It was just too much for me, and a burst into tears, and sobbed uncontrollably while they both came and hugged me. I saw the tears drip onto my breasts and teddy bear, who I hugged even tighter. "Yes Chris," mom said, "that's who you are. Liz and I were both amazed when you came out of the treatment that you acted so, well, different. Not as smart as you were as ... a man ... and so, well, feminine. But now we know your brother has apparently been programming you to be ... well, to act ... as you're acting. I had no idea what was going on until I heard the recording of your Sunday session. I'm so sorry Chris. Really, we're not even married, he said it would be a good idea to pretend to be married to give you a more stable environment, and so he could observe you more closely. Now that we know what he's doing, we'll -- I don't know -- have him arrested, move away. Chris, I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" Liz was crying too, and I hugged her back, and said, "It's okay pumpkin. You saved my life. It was a good thing. A good decision." Even though I now had all my own memories, well, most of them, I still didn't feel like a father or a husband. I felt like a scared little girl, though I figure that will go away in time." After a good cry I asked them to leave so I could think about everything. I resisted the temptation to call Brad, though I feel like I need him so much. Part of me is revolted by the fact I've had sex with, well, a big horny high school boy. I'm so confused. March 11 Dear Diary: Today "dad" was arrested, though it didn't go as everyone planned. When it came time for our Sunday session his study had a camera placed in a strategic place, and what happened was not what everyone expected. He quickly put me into a trance and went over the programming -- Even though I knew who I was now, and it was a trap, I couldn't resist. Mom and Liz were deliberately out of the house so the arrest would happen without problems, but the FBI weren't watching live. They just thought they'd get a tape of me being programmed against my will, but what they got was ... horrible. By the end of the programming I was standing before him completely naked. I automatically took off my clothes when the programming started, and, well, masturbated as he watched. I pinched my nipples and touched myself until I came twice, licking my fingers afterward. Then, there's no easy way to say this. My brother fucked me. I danced for him like a stripper. Honestly, I didn't even know my hips could move like that, but as I sat watching the show I remembered that in some of our very first sessions he had be watch three DVDs on how to dance like a stripper. I guess because I was in such a suggestive state I learned them perfectly. Part of my was horrified by my performance, but part of me found it incredibly sexy. What happened next though left me cold. I slowly, tantalizingly, danced closer to him, and then impaled myself on his cock, leaning over him so that his face was covered completely by my hair as his hand roamed all over my body. Squeezing my breasts, fondling my rear, stroking my legs. I moaned like a little whore the whole time. He took each of my breasts in his mouth and sucked them deep, looking up at my face contorted in ecstasy as he did. This went on for about ten minutes until ... he obviously came inside me. Then he said the trigger words that added to my humiliation: "Christina is daddy's little whore." I climbed off him, got dressed and walked out. My wife was sitting beside me as I watched, holding my hand, the tears streaming down her face. "Oh Chris, oh my God, I'm so sorry." She hugged me and told me she should have known, that my brother was always so jealous of me, and that my new personality was so different from my old. The bastard. My only hope is that he's repeatedly raped in jail. April 14 Dear Diary, I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written, but the last month has been horrible. It was bad enough discovering what had been done to me by my brother, and realizing I was now trapped in a girl's body. I am grateful I'm alive, don't get me wrong. And the pain I suffered before my transformation was more than anyone should bear. As hard as it was on me, I remember seeing my pain reflected in my wife, and especially in my daughter's, eyes, and I think that hurt me even more. To say that the adjustment has been hard would be an understatement. I've been very depressed, have been eating a lot, and staying mostly in my room, though I have spent many nights with my wife. At first she was supportive of me trying to be her husband again, but let's be honest, I'm in a body she doesn't find desirable. Her kisses aren't as I remember, and our love making -- well, it hasn't been easy for me either. The best I can do is kind of channel who I used to be, and go through the motions. I've given her oral, which I loved to do, and she has responded, but when I move up to kiss her and my hair falls all around our faces and our breasts press together -- mine so full and high, and hers nice, but, well smaller and older -- I guess it kind of freaks us both out. And I can only imagine how Liz feels, knowing that we're sleeping together. Tomorrow I go to a psychiatrist who hopefully will help me deal with my situation. It's actually a woman that Liz is seeing to help her deal with our situation, and my hope that maybe she can help us all come to some resolutions. It hard for me to be a husband and father now, I admit, and Liz is obviously upset that I'm treating her like a daughter. I overheard her say to her mother that, "Daddy is such a bitch now." Our sisterly friendship has evaporated, and I have to admit that I miss how close we were. We make certain we don't walk in front of each other in towels or underwear, as we used to. And it's become very awkward. I've taken to wearing sweatshirts and my hair back in a ponytail. I haven't wanted to cut it for some reason -- maybe I like passing as a girl so know one will question me. I don't wear makeup, and I don't shave my legs or underarms. Of course I have to wear a bra -- I may even have grown a cup size after gaining some weight, but I refuse to shop for new bras. Brad and some of my girlfriends from school keep calling, but my wife tells them I've been very sick but that I'll be talking to them soon. Like that will ever happen. I'm wondering if I can make myself look older and resume my career somehow, but every time I look in the mirror I see cute teen girl, though I'm getting used to my looks. At least it's not as though I'm looking at someone else. April 23 Dear Diary: I've been undergoing some intense sessions with my therapist, Dr. Jacobs. The first few sessions were all about talking about my mixed feelings -- my identity crisis. I've talked and talked and talked. I've been very open, and she's probed every facet of my personality and memories in depth. Finally, today, I just got tired of talking about myself. I said: "Dr. Jacobs, enough. I'm repeating myself at this point. I know I look like a teen girl, but remember I'm really a 47-year-old man. Tell me what you're thinking and how you're going to help me." She paused for a long time and finally said: "Well Chris, I guess I disagree with your premise. In fact, you're not a middle aged man. The fact is that you have the physiology of a pubescent girl, and who knows what permanent affect your early programming had on your mind. I mean, we really still don't understand how sexuality is wired into the brain. When your brother was programming you while your entire body was changing, the affects of his suggestion may have been irrevocable. Or just the radical change in your genetics may have made you more of a girl, psychologically, than you're willing to admit." Then she paused, and dropped a bombshell. "I think you're really a girl with the memories of man, and this is what's causing you so much conflict." I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. The hormones are working I thought. "That's ridicules," I blurted out. She came over to comfort me, and I definitely needed a hug. She's a tall, attractive woman. I mean, I'm not attracted to her or anything, but she's in good shape and dresses very fashionably. I guess a year ago I would have been turned on by being hugged by her, especially since my head rested on her chest. But today I was just happy to be held. She suggested that the next time we meet that I come as Christina, take my hair out of its perpetual ponytail and wear some age-appropriate clothing, makeup, etc. Instead of talking to her as Chris, I should speak to her as Christina would. Stupid idea, but I was in a weak moment so I agreed. April 26 Dear Diary: My session with Dr. Kate -- all her teen patients call her that, and that's what i was today -- went surprisingly well. i wore a denim skirt and pink VS sweater that was scoop necked. i kept adjusting my bra because, well, it just doesn't fit right anymore, but she pretended not to notice. Dr. Kate told me to tell my story from Chrissy's point of view, and i like really let loose. i told her how much i hated not fitting in with my own family, that i was both mad at Liz for not being my friend anymore and jealous of how pretty and poised she was. How it was weird sleeping with my mom, and how i wished i could just sleep in my own room again and stop pretending to be a husband. i cried, as usual, and even admitted i missed my friends at school, though i didn't tell her that i'd had a couple sex dreams with Brad in them. She commented on how easily i spoke as Chrissy, while speaking as Chris always seemed such a struggle for me. And how much happier I seemed. Later that afternoon i accompanied Liz for a dual session. i picked her up at school, making sure none of my friends saw me. i did see Brad going to his car, and felt flush and my heart beat faster. i just scrunched down in my seat further and was glad i had on sunglasses and a hat. In our session, i got an earful. Liz said that just as she couldn't stand me being in pain with my illness, she hated seeing me in pain again over my identity crisis. She said she no longer needed a father, she was 18, after all, and what she wanted was for me to be happy and to stop making her and her mother miserable. She liked when we were friends and I was her little sister. When Dr. Kate asked how i felt about that, i couldn't answer at first. I finally said, "i'm sorry honey, i just want what's best for all of us." Now it was Liz's turn to cry. "I've just been through so much," she choked out. "I love you and everything, but I want my sister back. Honestly, you were never much of a dad -- always at work, so competitive and mean. I've spent more time with you the last few months than I have the last five years. You're a sweet sister, and you listen to what I have to say. I like helping you be happy and everything." That really hurt, but when i looked into my memories, i couldn't argue. It tears me up that I'm making her already difficult life miserable, and i told her i'd do whatever i could to make it up to her. Dr. Kate suggested i spend time with her as Chrissy, which i will try to do. May 3 Dear Diary: i have been spending girl time with Liz, and with mom. It's so easy, and every time i do it, it's more of an effort to remember what it was like to be Chris. But, i know i have to try, even though girl time makes me and them so happy. It seems like the more feminine things we do together -- shopping, cooking or just girl talk -- the more it has an effect on making me think like Chrissy. Today we talked about birth control and tampons, and i felt like i was falling down a big, soft pink hole into womanhood. i have to resist extremely feminine things or i may lose Chris forever. May 7 Dear Diary: Remember how i said i'd try to make things up to Liz? Well, she held me to my word yesterday, and i guess it's made a really big change in my life forever and ever. Yesterday, of course, was senior prom. i have talked to Brad on the phone a few times, and of course he's been begging me to go. But he finally stopped asking a couple weeks ago, i thought because he realized i couldn't get a dress in time and everything. He's tried to get all horny with me on the phone, but i've kept our conversations just about regular stuff. How people are doing in school, how is asking about me. etc. etc. etc. It's always nice to talk to him, and he's tried to be very supportive of my "illness," and i've never seen such a sweet side to him. Anyway, Liz said that if i really wanted to be a friend to her, i would help her get ready for prom. i immediately got a huge pang of jealousy. Like, she's rubbing my face in me not going to the prom, and now i have to watch her get all pretty. But she said it would be a time for us to be together, and that i could get pampered along with her. i know i need to resist super girly things, but that sounded good to me, so i agreed, though i wasn't real wild about it. You know? We started out in the morning getting our nails done, and getting pedicures. i really enjoyed doing that before my crisis, and while it was a little weird at first, we soon were chatting like best friends. she was telling me about her dress -- which i had secretly seen and tried on, i just couldn't help myself -- and about how her friend Tiff did it with two guys in two nights, and what a slut she was. Like, no kidding. i'd know that from the first time i met her. Anyway, after the nails, we had lunch at the mall, and i some of my friends saw us and joined us. i'd only talked to Brandi on the phone, and it was so great to see her again. she couldn't believe how i looked with no makeup and my hair back. She thought i looked sick! Ha! I guess I'd always worn makeup before and made sure my hair was nice. She also comments on my boobs, which i finally had to admit were a d cup. Guess I'd turned out like mom -- who I kind of think of as grandma now. After lunch Liz dragged me kicking and screaming to Victoria's Secret, and bought me my first d cup bra. Three of them actually, and made me model them for her. "OOOOOH LA LA!" She squealed when I wore this Body by Victoria push up demi cup, which really pushed my boobies up and out. Anyway, it did feel good to finally have bras that fit, and i did wear the push up bra back into the mall, and saw how guys watched me as I went by. I made them bounce a bit while i walked -- more than a bit when we went by a group of her male friends from school. i actually got more looks than Liz, which secretly made me feel good. i know that's bad! So, i drove her to the salon, and to my surprise she'd gotten me a makeover too! Given it was prom, she must have made the reservation for us like weeks ago. i got my first waxing, ouch! But my legs were incredibly smooth after. i even got my bush trimmed. i sat down in the salon chair afterwards in just a little robe, and didn't get up for an hour and a half! My hair was washed, ends were trimmed a tiny bit -- it hangs past mid back now -- and i was given some very subtle highlights. Then it was carefully rolled into big curlers. My eyelashes were curled, and ... my makeup was airbrushed on! It must have cost a fortune, but when they turned the chair around and i could see myself in the mirror, i looked model gorgeous. Then the curlers came out and some strands from the front were pulled up and back, with most of my hair hanging in big, gorgeous loose curls. I remember thinking I looked more like a centerfold than a model, and wishing Brad could see me. I then saw liz, and hers was swept completely up in an elegant style, with little gems and ribbons. Wow. We both looked so hot. Now I was TOTALLY jealous and even pouty I wasn't going to the prom. I put on my jeans and top, and we headed home. but the big surprise was getting my makeup airbrushed on When we got home, I suddenly felt ill. I mean, here I'd been trying to be a husband, and now my wife was going to see me totally dolled up. Even though I was still in jeans and stuff, I have to admit I looked pretty spectacular, and the new bra even made me bustier because I didn't have a c cup bra compressing my girls. I held my breath and opened the front door, and she was standing right there. Beaming. Like really beaming. "Oh, my girls look so gorgeous," she said, taking in the sight of both of us. I was incredibly relieved. If she wanted to make me her little girl for a day, it was okay! I blushed but all these warm feeling flooded me. She came up and hugged us both, and said, "Now you two had better get ready." Liz shot her a look that would kill, but before I could say anything, she hustled us upstairs to her room. There on her bed were TWO dresses. Her peach prom gown, and a white gown I recognized from her junior prom. I was bed ridden when she showed it to me, but I remember telling her more than once just how pretty it was, and how pretty she looked in it. "Chrissy," she said, "I remember you liked this dress, and I thought you might like wearing it, just because it's prom night and everything." She started getting undressed, and I just kind of stood there embarrassed. "Oh come on!" She said. It's not like you haven't seen this before." She was standing there in just her panties, and she waited until I stripped down to mine. "There, now that's totally better. We are going to look so hot." What happened next shocked me a little. She pulled down her panties, and slid a matching lace pink thong up her smooth legs, and handed me a white lace one. I blushed crimson, which I'm sure she saw. I froze. But I guess there was no going back or I would have ruined our perfect day. I pulled down my panties, and almost fell over trying to slip the thong around my ankles. Liz caught me and we dissolved into giggles. My breasts were bouncing all over the place, and I wondered if they'd even fit in this size 4 creation that had a chiffon bottom that was higher on one side than the other, showing off my legs. I pulled it up, and, amazingly, my size d's fit where Liz's size b's had been. I was bursting out, but I tucked my breasts down a little and hiked it up, and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow. I was a teen boy's wet dream, and you know which teen boy I was thinking of. Liz came up behind me and started fiddling with the straps -- I thought at first she was tightening them. Little did I know that she was unhooking them. She came around in front and finished the job. It was now a strapless dress. "There," she said. "I could never pull this off, but you fill this out sooooo well, it would be a shame not to wear this like it was meant to be worn." I looked again in the mirror, and it was like the dress was defying gravity. I had to walk kind of carefully in the heels that came with it, because I was in danger of popping out, no matter how much I hiked it up the front. We admired ourselves in front of the mirror, and played with each other's hair to get it just right. Every strand tucked in, we went downstairs to see mom. I slowly walked down the stairs like a princess, and mom was speechless for a moment. Then she said, "Chrissy, don't stoop. It's like you're trying to hide your assets. Shoulders back." When I did that, i looked down at this huge white valley that was my cleavage, and felt so proud and sexy. She gave me permission to be that way, and i was so happy for that. And then right in front of Liz, she reached down the front of my dress and pulled my breasts up, one by one, tucking the nipple down a little so it wouldn't show. Oh my gosh! I was incredibly embarrassed. I could see Liz was too. But, it did fit better and now I wasn't just a cleavage girl, i was bursting out. "MOM!" Liz and i screamed together. But we all laughed. Then the doorbell rang, and of course it was Rick, Liz's date. Corsage and everything. I drank in the looks he gave me, and stepped a little closer when he was telling me how glad he was that I was better. He finally looked up from my chest, and I smiled at him, and made him blush now. Again I started feeling let down, thinking of the evening I was going to be missing. Then the doorbell rang again, and it was BRAD! All handsome in his tux, and carrying corsage for me. Luckily it was a wrist corsage, because there wasn't any room to pin it on my chest. I was speechless. He was speechless. But when everyone left us alone, we found three little words until our lips met. "I love you," we whispered to each other. Feeling his strong arms around me again and his tongue in my mouth was the best present ever. He was so hard, I made him sit down before mom and Liz came back into the room. "We'll take care of that later," I whispered to him. The prom was incredible. Everyone was so glad to see me, even though i was only a sophomore and it was the senior prom. All the boys wanted to dance with me, and all the girls were jealous! Afterwards, we took the limo back to Brad's parents house, because his parents weren't there. Liz and Rick came along too, because I felt bad they didn't have a place to be alone. I wanted Brad so bad, but I thought it would have been weird to do it with Liz in the same house. We were making out in his parents room, and i again caught a glance of myself in the mirrors. But this time it didn't feel weird. It felt like i was watching a big hunky guy kissing my neck and lifting my breasts out of my pretty dress. By this time my hair was completely down and a mass of sexy curls that smelled like violets. i could help myself. Before i knew it, i had pulled off Bard's pants and pulled down my thong and laid back in bed. He didn't need an invitation, and before i could moan he was sliding his long cock into my incredibly wet hot pussy. i grabbed him by his ass and pulled him deeper while he hovered above me looking down on what must have been quite a site -- me with my curled hair and professional makeup, and my girls pointing up at him. As he started to do me faster and faster, i looked again in the mirror, and to my surprise in the reflection i saw Liz peaking in the bedroom door, fascinated by what she saw. Her former father holding his boobs still as he was being fucked so hard by a hot teen stud. Then she saw i was looking at her, and i turned my head to look at her directly -- not through the mirror. i started to moan as she watched -- i just couldn't help it -- and then my big sister smiled and blew me a kiss, mouthed, "Luv you Chrissy," and softly closed the door. From now on, i'm going to luv Chrissy too, i thought, and i turned back to the mirror.