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Scissors Sisters - Chapter Four - By: Beverly Taff List of Characters. Me: Peter(Soon to be Petra); Susan(Susie): My mother; Grandma: My granny; Aunty Pauline: My mother's twin sister; Charlotte: My younger sister(By one year); Persephone & Stephanie: My younger twin sisters(By 3 years); Emily & Judith: My twin cousins(2 days younger than I me); Janice: Grandma's live in maid. Chapter Four Once home, Judith and I escaped up into our tree house and we chatted for at least an hour about what we both wanted. "Will you be able to become a daddy now that you might become a girl?" wondered Judith. "The doctor said yes, definitely," I replied. "But if you become a girl, we won't be able to get married." "Oh yes we can. There's that new law. Girls can marry girls now and boys can marry boys." "But I want to marry a boy." "Well I will be a boy on the inside. My insides haven't changed. That's why the doctor said I could still be a dad. It's only on the outside I look like a girl. "Can I have a look?" begged Judith; unwittingly betraying what had been bothering her since I came home. "There's nothing to see." "Oh come on. Does it look like a girl's tickly now?" "No, there's just nothing. There's just a tiny little stumpy. There're no lips and things like yours. "What, is it all gone? Nothing at all?" "Well, there's a tiny little bit of stumpy but I can't hold it between my fingers properly. There's not enough to point and do stuff like I used to." "So you'll never be able to point and shoot like you used to." "No. What's more it'll be difficult to wear trousers." "Why!" gasped Judith. Cos it sprays about, it's awfully messy. Even if I try to tutty down in the grass, it sort of splashes my ankles as well as spraying forward. If I have my trousers around my ankles or knees and try to tutty down then it goes everywhere and soaks my trousers and pants." "So what do you do then?" "If I'm near a toilet, it's OK. But I have to sit down firmly and make sure my stumpy is below the seat rim so that nothing splashes up and forward. If I'm out playing then I'll have to take my things right off. That means panties right off and tutty down with my feet spread as far wide apart as I can so as not to splash my ankles. That's why it's better if I wear a skirt or frock. Then I won't have to take my trousers right off. You can hoist a skirt up around your waist, especially the school uniform ones. They're short enough. If somebody comes when I'm peeing in the grass, I can stand up and look normal so long as nobody sees up my skirt. Finally, I'll always have to carry tissues around to wipe it. It dribbles a bit at the end and if I stand up too soon it dribbles down my legs." Judith grinned then grimaced. "It does that for us girls sometimes. We all have to wipe. It's awful if we forget a tissue or something." "I know. The doctor told me." "So you really are like us then," sighed Judith, sounding slightly relieved. "You sound happy about it," I replied slightly accusingly. "No. It's just well, - well, - I wasn't sure what to think. I'm happy that at least you can pee like us. Aunty Pauline said you might have to wear a bag. Please can I see it?" I shifted a little uncomfortably as I realised that I actually felt the need to pee coming on. I nervously crossed my legs but that immediately gave the game away. Judith, a girl immediately recognised my girly reaction. "D'you want to pee now?" she gasped. I nodded and squirmed self-consciously. "So do I!" she giggled, "Lets do it from the tree." This amused me. There was a spy hole in the floor of the tree house where we sometimes spied on the other girls. Judith pulled the board aside and giggled. "Let's pee through here." I looked at the hole and realised that I could never be that accurate. However, I was now bursting to go. "I. I can't do it through that, it'll splash everywhere," I confessed. "I'll have to crouch over the fork on the lookout branch and tutty down on the junction between the forks." "Go on then, encouraged Judith as curiosity overcame her." To do this I had to take my jeans right off then slip off my lovely oyster shell frilly panties, I didn't want to splash those. I hung both jeans and panties on a small broken branch inside the tree house then started out along the branch. Judith grinned as she recognised the panties then she peered eagerly at my stumpy as I slipped out onto the branch and perched precariously. As I pushed to pee, Judith gasped with surprise and amusement. The urine sprayed out exactly like a garden sprinkler but I had arranged myself so that my legs were spread extra wide over the forked branches and raised higher than my stumpy. The cleft of the fork supported the cheeks of my butt and I was thoroughly pleased with the result. I had peed without a single drop touching my legs or ankles. Then I turned to Judith. "Get me a tissue out of my jeans." She did this willingly and smiled eagerly as I busied myself with wiping any excess away. Finally I wriggled back along the branch into the tree house. "It's good job nobody came, you were displaying everything," observed Judith as she handed me my panties. "Go on, it's your turn now," I demanded." With practised aplomb, Judith simply hoiked up her skirt, tugged down her panties to her knees and peed into the hole in the floor of the tree house. There was a brief moment as her pee sprinkled the edge but she quickly adjusted her butt and the stream directed straight through the hole down onto the ground. I was jealous. Now it was much easier for her than for me. Finally she took the tissue I proffered and deftly wiped herself dry. It was such a speedy accomplished act that I was left disappointed by the speed she had completed it. "That's not fair. It's easier for you than me now." Judith kissed me reassuringly then suggested I get dressed. I slipped my panties up to my waist and patted the smooth silky stretchy panel. Judith noticed my unconscious action and smiled knowingly. I obviously loved my frilly panties. Then I stepped into my jeans despondently as the realisation overtook me forcibly. In future, wearing jeans would be a rare thing for me when out playing. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught short whilst out playing with the girls. The humiliation of having to tutty down with no trousers or knickers whilst the girls could see everything was mortifying. It would have to be frocks or skirts, and short ones at that, from now on. As for playing with the boys, it was a clear no-no outside of school. It would be impossible to pee tuttying down whilst all the other boys could stand around watching and making fun as boys invariably would. With that there was a shout from the house as grandma called us to dinner. We scampered down the tree with practised ease and Judith grinned as I caught her at the bottom. She slipped down into my arms and her own skirt rode up to expose her panties as it always did when she dropped the last couple of feet into my arms. "Well, you can still climb better than me," she grinned as she smoothed down her skirt. "And run better than you," I finished as we started to run across the lawn towards the house just as I felt some rain splashing my nose. On the way, we met the other girls as they were gathering up their dolls from a 'tea party' in the summerhouse. At first, I was going to dash past them but I decided if I was going to live like a girl, I had better act like a kindly big sister and help them gather the dolls up. The rain was increasing now so Judith naturally followed suit and we helped our sisters to gather up all the dolls and tea things. We arrived together with our arms full of dolls and the plastic toy tea set. Aunty Pauline smiled as we dashed up stairs. "Been playing with the dolls have you Peter." "No. I just helped them gather them up. It's started to rain." "I can see that," grinned Aunty Pauline as she glanced at our soaking clothes. All the girls' blouses were wet and Judith's pretty oyster-shell bra was showing through the wet blouse. Emily and Charlotte's white cotton ones were as well but Judith's darker one was very noticeable. Aunty Pauline had also noticed that Judith was wearing her favourite frilly bra. Upstairs in my bedroom I looked shyly but enviously at Judith's blouse. "Your new bra is showing. Those summer uniform blouses are awfully thin." Judith glanced down at the tiny swellings where her bra cups made a pretence of her having breasts. She looked up again and grinned at my chest. "In a wet blouse competition, you'd lose in that shirt," she grinned. "What's a wet blouse competition?" I asked. "It's like those competitions those big girls were having in Spain last year. They only had tee shirts on and then they wet their tee shirts to make their nipples show." I remembered the occasion at a noisy bar by the beach as we were getting off a boat trip. The boat had been late returning because some stupid people had got stuck climbing a sea cliff on the island and the boat had to wait. It was way after dark when the boat returned home full of tired families. Families with young children had been forced to run the drunken gauntlet of noisy drunken British and German teenagers. I compared that memory with Judith's blouse now and wondered if Judith's breasts would ever grow as big as some of those we had seen in Spain. Then I had a strange thought about growing my own breasts to match Judith's. Judith followed my absent-minded gaze towards her bra and she grinned. "Have you got your bra on? I can't tell under that grey shirt." "No," I replied, "This is my school shirt." I reflected on the thought of wearing a thin cotton girl's blouse in future and the boys knowing if I was wearing a bra. If I were going to dress like a girl for lavatorial purposes, it would be strange for me to be the only one in the girls changing rooms not wearing a bra. Either way, the girls would snigger if I weren't wearing one while the boys would laugh if I were. It wasn't going to be easy. I decided I might as well 'bite the bullet' there and then and decided to go girly for dinner. I had to start some time so I turned to Judith and declared flatly. "It's Friday, so I'm going to start dressing as a girl right now, then by Monday I'll be sort of used to stuff." "You'll have to borrow some of my clothes then," smiled Judith supportively. "You've only got underwear. Come into my room." In only my pretty oyster-shell panties and matching bra, (My matching slip had been too badly stained with blood during the accident,) I stepped across the landing and followed Judith into Emily's room. Emily was naked as she was just stepping into a pair of dry knickers. "Eek! Get out!" she squealed crossing her legs and covering her tiny pink nipples. "Oh don't be daft sis," scolded Judith, "Petra' one of us now! She's wearing panties and a bra." "Petra?" chorused both Emily and I surprised by my new name. "Yes, Petra," replied Judith to Emily, "She can't be called Peter any more if she's going to live like us can she." Emily considered this then grinned and slid her hands away from her nipples and replied to her sister Judith. "I suppose so, but have you asked Aunty Susie?" "We'll talk about it at dinner, but for now, Petra will have to borrow my spare skirt and blouse until we go shopping tomorrow." Emily considered this then smiled. "She can borrow my other skirt if you wish, yours got muddy at hockey yesterday. She can have mine but not my knickers." "I've got my own knickers," I replied. "Yeah, and arn't they some knickers," replied Emily enviously, "I want a bra and panties just like those. It's not fair they're really pretty. Even when you were a boy, you had prettier panties than me. And a bra, come to think of it!" "There aren't any left in the shop," replied Judith. "You'll just have to buy something similar." "Well, we'll sort that out tomorrow." With my sex now clearly accepted by both of my cousins we relaxed. Emily uncrossed her legs and casually reached into her wardrobe for her spare skirt. As she bent forward I caught a lovely view of her peachy little bum and sighed enviously. I hoped one day mine would be as nice as hers and Judith's. For a joke we decided to dress as three schoolgirls and we divided up the girl's uniforms so that we all matched. Apart from my short hair we could have easily passed as triplets, which indeed, we were close to being in reality. As we stepped out of their bedroom we met Charlotte on the landing. She squeaked then giggled as she studied my skirt and blouse. "Gosh, you look really nice. Are you going to be a girl then?" "Yeah, and my name's Petra from now on." "Tell you what," giggled Charlotte, "Can you wait until I go and get changed again?" We agreed and Charlotte dashed into her room. In moments she reappeared also in her school uniform. Now four little schoolgirls traipsed down to dinner. In the kitchen, Mummy and Aunty Pauline squealed with delight then called to Grandma who was laying the table. She appeared in the doorway and gave a squeak of pleasure as her eyes fell upon me. "Well! Bless my soul!" she gasped, "And who's this pretty little girl?" "Petra!" replied Susan before the rest of us could respond. "Petra indeed!" laughed Grandma as she bent down to peck my cheek before turning to my mummy, "Well that's a nice name. What do you think Susie?" "If Petra likes it then I think it's lovely too," replied my mother. I smiled and nodded eagerly. It would be easy to remember and could be shortened to Pet or even Pete, if the boys at school forgot. Aunty Pauline bent down and smiled as she kissed me for good luck. "So Petra it is then," she concluded and we all carried the food into the dining room. At prayers, Granny identified my new name to God and then made a special prayer for me. We all grinned as we sneaked our eyes open and realised we were all 'peeping'. Then we ate. Needless to say, several times, Mummy and Granny had to remind me to eat like a lady and take smaller more delicate bites. Later as we watched television, they also had to remind me to sit with my legs together. This I hurriedly did as I realised my panties were showing. To my surprise I even felt my cheeks go scarlet as I crimsoned with embarrassment. My cousins and sisters grinned knowingly as I re-arranged myself. 'Gosh skirts were difficult things to get used to,' I realised. It was difficult to sit like a woman because my hips were straighter and my knees didn't naturally press close together. Squeezing my knees together made me look awfully prim and proper. It also made my thighs ache a little. The strange thing was that I felt more embarrassed about leaving my legs apart than my sisters and cousins. I suppose they felt totally at ease in skirts whilst I was still getting used to it. Whatever the reason, I now began to notice every time the girls inadvertently flashed their panties whilst mummy, Aunty Pauline and grandma never made that mistake. This was because all we young girls were wearing short school skirts. However, I realised that it was going to be tricky in school especially if I wanted to play football during playtime. Now I realised why the girls didn't engage in energetic games during playtime breaks. They only showed their knickers when they were doing proper games or gym lessons. Then they were wearing proper sports outfits and it was obviously OK to flash your bum and stuff. Already I was beginning to get an insight into girl's behaviour. After watching television it was eventually time for bed. As usual, Persephone and Stephanie went up first while we four older ones had an extra hour. While Grandma and mummy put them to bed, Aunty Pauline sat chatting to us. "So girls, tomorrow's Saturday. What's it to be?" Judith nodded in my direction and smiled with excitement. "But we have to go shopping for Petra. She hasn't got proper clothes." Aunty Pauline's eyes widened with delight as she suddenly realised it would have to be a full day of shopping, nothing but shopping! "Ooooh! Goody, goody! Are you all up for this?" We all nodded enthusiastically and Aunty Pauline gave me a funny look. "Gosh Petra, you've come to be a girl very quickly. Only a week ago, as a boy, I bet you would have hated shopping." I simply shrugged to hide my excitement. 'If Aunty Pauline only knew the truth,' I thought. I was delighted to now be able to shop for girly stuff to my heart's content. Girly clothes and girly things I loved even though I was at heart still a boy who liked girls. My only problem was getting the other village children to accept me as a girl, at least for outward appearances. For the remaining time that evening, we chatted about clothes and what to do with my hair for it was still very short. Judith and Aunty Pauline explained what extensions were but we decided that was too big a step. It would take time for the boys at school to get used to me dressing in a skirt and blouse. Long girly ringlets might be a step too far and invite hair pulling and stuff. After bathing, Mummy and Aunty Pauline offered Judith and I a special treat. "Do you two want to share a bedroom in future?" suggested Mummy, "Then Charlotte can move in with Emily. It's getting to be a squeeze for her and two little ones in one room." Judith and I exploded with delight and gave our feelings for each other away as Judith squealed joyously. "Can we share the bed?" Aunty Pauline gave her daughter a sharp look but Mummy intervened as she turned to her sister Pauline. "Why not sis, it's not as though anything can happen anymore, is it." This remark went over our heads but Aunty Pauline looked thoughtful. "D'you think it'll be OK? I mean what if the children say something in school? That social worker at the hospital already has us on her list. If things got worse, I don't know." Mummy fell silent for a moment then grinned. "If the doctor's letter allows her to go to school and dress as a girl then surely she can share a room with her sister. Lot's of other children share bedrooms." "Yeah, but sharing a bed," replied Aunty Pauline thoughtfully, "Why not two singles?" "We'd push them together," I interjected, not realising the two levels of the conversation. "The girl's just answered your question," replied mummy, "One double or two singles, you know they'll want to sleep together." Aunty Pauline shrugged her shoulders. Everybody in the family knew that Judith and I were intensely close. Now, as two girls we were even closer. Reluctantly Aunty Pauline agreed, anything for the quiet life. "So we go shopping for a bed now as well," she finished. "It's good job, Grandma's shares dividend has just come up." We children didn't know it, but Grandma was a modestly wealthy woman with a private income. Both her twin daughters Pauline and Susan benefited from her largess and thus indirectly we six grandchildren. After Pauline and Susan had agreed to let us share my room, Judith and I shrieked with delight. So much so that grandma came to investigate the fuss. She added her consent and suggested a special bed that could be fastened together to make a large double bed or separated to form two singles. Judith and I danced ecstatically in our shower and emerged wearing our matching nightdresses. Our mothers looked suitably askance as they recognised two of their own old nighties from their teen-aged years and smiled as they invited us to sit on their laps. Mummy spoke for all of us. "Gosh it looks as though were going to have identical triplets from now on, once Petra's hair grows out." Aunty Pauline and Grandma grinned as well as Grandma observed. "Yes indeed. Shopping for three tomorrow I think." At this news, Emily also let out a whoop. "Goody! Does this mean I can have some pretty panties as well?" Grandma hugged Emily to her and chuckled. "Well of course dear, matching lingerie for all three of you." "What about me?" demanded Charlotte, "I always get left out." This was partly true, even when a boy, I had noticed that my middle sister as 'piggy-in-the-middle' tended to get forgotten. I supported Charlotte's plea and Grandma capitulated. Despite my mutilation, I was still her only grandson. I was not aware at that time, but the doctors had assured my mother and grandmother that despite the loss of my penis, I could still father a child after puberty. I knew nothing about 'turkey baster' babies. The upshot was that Charlotte gave me a huge smile and sloppy kiss for supporting her plea. Grandma smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Ok then, you can have the same lingerie, but just this once, OK?" "Oh thank you Grandma! Thank you for ever!" squealed Charlotte. "Four it is then," confirmed Grandma, "but the main reason for this shopping expedition is still a new school uniform for Petra." With this promise, we all retired to bed. Best of all though was that Judith could sleep in my room. After sharing a shower, we gleefully slipped into our silky satin nighties and snuggled up contentedly to each other. Dawn found us still snuggled up and Judith murmured contentedly when we finally awoke. She whispered softly to me. "Petra, are you awake?" "Mmmm," I sighed happily as I pressed up against her. She giggled softly and rubbed my body through my silky nightie for several seconds until we both decided we had to get up. "D'you want to pee first?" I asked her. "I'd better," she sighed, "just in case you splash and stuff." I frowned inwardly. In future when we were out together, I would always have to let my sisters pee first because of the high risk of my splashing any toilet. I followed Judith in her ablutions for I prided myself on becoming more able every day with controlling my pee. However, I could feel a 'stiffy' in the crotch of my panties and it felt really strange to have a phantom stiffy. I knew that this meant my stumpy would be stiff and trying to point upwards. My pee would be coming out spraying more upwards and forwards than usual. This would seriously affect my peeing ability. It meant sort of pushing my butt back along the seat and leaning forward so as to try and get my stumpy pointing downwards into the pan. It wasn't very graceful and Judith giggled when she found me seemingly lying on my tummy like a seaplane trying to land. "Gosh! Why are you lying like that?" "Sometimes I have to," I declared not wishing to reveal the real circumstance. "Is that what you have to do?" she gasped. "Uh, - yes," I confessed because I did not want to admit I actually had a 'morning glory' a stiffy caused by bladder pressure on my prostate. "I thought you could sit like any other girl." I felt forced to confess my secret and explained to her. "If you want to know, I've got a stiffy." "What!" squealed Judith, "How does that work if you haven't got a pee- pee?" "The bottom bit is still there," I admitted, "My stumpy feels knobbly and the pipe still sticks up." "Oooh! Can I see?" she begged. Reluctantly, I agreed. I had emptied my bladder but my stumpy was still sort of knobbly. I wiped it and Judith bent down to study it. She fingered it curiously and giggled. "It's sort of still hard like before. It's like you've got a hard bud. It's like my tickly but harder and more sticky out." I twitched sensuously as Judith continued fingering it. She noticed my responses and smiled. "Is it ticklish, - like mine?" "Sort of," I confessed as I twitched again. "Gosh, you're even more like us girls than I thought. Now you've got a tickly just like me. That's cool!" I really wanted Judith to continue tickling my stumpy but Granny's voice interrupted our fun as she called to all of us from the bottom of the stairs. "Hurry up girls. Breakfast's ready and we need to go early." Judith promptly stopped and I sighed with disappointment. It just felt so nice. Ever the sensitive girl, Judith noticed my disappointment and she whispered. "We can do this again tonight." "Yeah! Let's," I agreed fervently. We dressed in our school uniforms as Grandma had suggested then we scampered down to breakfast. By nine we were on the way into town and soon we were all tumbling out of the car into the car park. "Right girls," declared grandma, "We haven't got time to waste just window shopping. We have to get Petra's school uniform first then we can indulge ourselves. Right quick march everybody." Grandma had been an army nurse and knew how to organise a platoon. She had us well drilled and we fell into formation in ranks of two abreast as she led us to the school shop that had the franchise for the school uniform. When we entered, mummy took the shop lady aside and showed her the doctor's letter. I saw the lady nod sympathetically and she came over to address me. "Well, well Petra, you poor, poor thing. Your mummy's explained so I'm going to take you under my wing and explain about girl's clothes. Firstly I'm going to measure you." Without further ado, she bent down and deftly slipped the tape measure all over my body as she read out the readings to the young assistant. As each figure was called out, Judith smiled with Emily and they both nodded. Finally as the measuring was completed, they grinned supportively. "There you are, we were right. You're exactly the same sizes as us. Even down to your shoes. We'll be able to swap and chop whenever we want." The lady smiled indulgently and stepped behind the counter as she selected various items of uniform and held them up for my selection. There just seemed to be so many options; elasticated or stretch, cotton, nylon, plain or decorative. I was both mesmerised and enchanted with the choices and invariably chose the most effeminate examples of every item; that is until mummy stepped in and whispered some advice about the knickers. "Darling I think it best if you choose the most plain strong cotton interlock knickers. If the boys see you wearing frilly ones they'll make even more fun of you. It's going to be hard enough without giving them even more excuse to poke fun at you. Besides, you'll need strong ones in case they try and tear them off you to see the damage." Reluctantly, I was forced to agree with mummy. If, or more probably, when I got into a fight, it would be best if my knickers stayed up. However, to cheer me up, Grandma also selected the other styles with thin lacy edges and bows on the waistband. She smiled sagely to my mummy. "If she prefers girly panties then later she can wear them after things have settled down and the boys don't poke fun anymore." Next I was invited to try on a sample of each item and I savoured the delights of having my own first set of proper girl's clothes. By eleven I was fully kitted out and happily carrying my new outfits back to the car. I sensed the tension as we filled the car boot then we prepared for the next foray. We four older girls were being allowed to each choose a new outfit including underwear. The 'young miss' department at our favourite store would not know what hit them. Of course, Judith and I knew exactly where to go and we eagerly guided Charlotte and Emily to the racks of clothes and lingerie. Grandma took the younger twins to the children's department while Mummy and Aunty Pauline accompanied us. The sales lady immediately recognised us again but this time I was dressed as a girl. She looked a little surprised, as did most of the other customers but fortunately, Aunty Pauline explained the circumstance. When she told the sales lady that I was the little boy who had lost his penis and now had the toilet needs of a little girl she began to understand. "You mean she has to go like the rest of us," observed the sales lady. Aunty Pauline nodded and explained further that skirts and panties were a much more convenient and hygienic option for me now. This news spread around the department like wildfire and I felt every pair of eyes land on that part of me that once had sported a penis. I however, was determined to face the ordeal and finally, despite all the whispering and sympathetic looks, the situation settled down. After all, the only difference between my twin cousins and me was my shorter hair. It was even the same colour as theirs. The lady smiled encouragingly and bent down to ask me what I wanted. I boldly explained that we all four wanted matching lingerie and I needed some new frocks. After all, I couldn't live in my school uniform. Once again the choice was dizzying. I had often slipped by the lady's clothing sections and envied the choices they had in styles and colours, but now I was free to indulge to my heart's delight. No more the drab colours and similar patterns of the boys department. It was just so fabulous to try on different designs and compare colours before finally choosing an item. What was just so brilliant was that the sales lady accompanied mummy and the rest of us girls around the racks and explained to me the names for the styles and garments. The best part was undoubtedly discussing stuff with my cousins and debating what suited me best. It was just so-oo much fun and by the end of the morning, I was almost squealing with delight as my new wardrobe grew and grew. Finally, as the pile grew on the counter, we all four girls came to selecting our new lingerie outfits. This was the big moment for the store had received a complete order of new stock and we were free to indulge our whims. "Which style do you like, Petra?" giggled Charlotte. "I like these. See they've got the little panel in the front and the full cut supports my other boy bits." I still had my testicles and I had discovered that I could not wear a thong or any panties that were cut too high and fine. After experimenting in the changing rooms, I realised that my boy bits would slip out of the side if the crotch was too narrow. Then the narrow edge of the panties would cut into my boy bits and it was most uncomfortable. I would always have to wear panties with a fuller leg and preferably some 'support'. Judith had been with me in the changing rooms and had seen the problem first hand. She declared loudly to the sales lady and to everybody else's amusement. "Her leftovers need to be held in, so she needs boy-cut panties with a fuller crotch and a support panel at the front." I crimsoned with embarrassment at hearing the expression 'leftovers' being used to describe my testicles but all the mothers with their own young daughters simply fell apart laughing all around the changing rooms. Even mummy collapsed with amusement and sat helplessly laughing at Judith's description. The expression 'leftovers' has since become the family word to describe my testicles and to this day, my wife Judith still calls them 'leftovers'. After concluding that this feature would dictate to all of us what style of lingerie we could select if we were to choose matching sets, the sales lady led us back to the racks and selected some beautiful designs. They were every bit as beautiful as my first oyster-shell set of lingerie. My sister and cousins ooh'd and aahh'd with delight and it remained only to select our favourite colours. Naturally I selected a dove grey set because I loved the complementing pink lacing. Judith chose a beautiful gold set whilst Charlotte and Emily both chose the silver versions. By now grandma had arrived with the twins and soon joined in the fun. She also laughed uproariously when mummy related the 'leftovers' story. Then I saw Grandma whispering to the sale's lady whose eyes lit up. I did not know it at the time but she had ordered every colour in the lingerie sets for me. Slips, panties, trainer bras and some things called teddies, with poppers in the front crotch, all in gold, silver, royal blue, black and red as well as dove grey. My joy was complete. Once again the journey to the car found us laden down with packages but I was in heaven. Next we had lunch then Grandma led us to another shop for shoes. This time it was for me alone because I had no girly shoes at all. She brought several styles including a delightful pair with heels. I felt just like a princess as I teetered around the shop wobbling as I took mincing little steps and my heels clicked evocatively on the floor. The next shop brought me an even greater surprise. It was a sock shop that specialised in all styles of hosiery. Here my cousins and sisters indulged themselves in choosing different coloured tights but I felt a little left out. Tights, yes, but it would always be tricky going to the lavatory with tights to remove and replace with every visit because of my particular problem with my pee. However grandma had a wonderful surprise up her sleeve. She motioned to Mummy and Aunty Pauline to take the others out of the shop then she explained something extra special. "Darling Petra, I realise that you can't always wear tights because of your sprinkler so I'm getting you some stockings." "Stockings Grandma? D'you mean like our school socks?" "No dear, those are socks. Stockings are long socks made like tights but only going up to the top of your leg. Look I'll show you. I often wear them because I think they're healthier than tights. I'm wearing them today, because I intended to show you the secret." So saying, Grandma turned her back to the shop and discreetly pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal exactly what she had described, namely long stockings that looked like tights, but only went up to the very top of her legs. Then they were attached to some sort of clips that came out from under her panties. I was intrigued, because I could see the immediate advantages for me. When I wanted to pee, I could easily slip my panties off and I was able to pee freely. The idea was brilliant! Grandma smiled affectionately and we crossed over to a display of stockings all displayed in their polythene wrappers. First Grandma described the advantages of different types. "See darling, there is this style called 'hold-ups'; they've got elasticated tops and they grip your thighs gently so that they stay up on their own. However, they really only work properly on big girls whose legs have filled out and softened so that the elasticated top can properly grip the flesh. The down side is that there may be a chance of the stockings affecting the circulation in your legs as the tops squeeze your thighs. Anyway, it's not an issue for you yet; all the pairs here are for big girls. There are no 'hold-up' in your size." As I studied the package I was a little disappointed because some of the stockings had deliciously frilly tops. They looked really nice. As I sighed wistfully about the 'hold-ups' grandma finally found what she was looking for, a heavy denier style in my size. She clucked with satisfaction as she took several different styles and colours from their slots. "Here we are darling, just what I was looking for. Heavier denier so when you play you won't ladder them so easily." "Denier?" I asked, puzzled. "Thickness darling, denier means the thickness of the yarn they use to make the stockings, the higher the denier number, the thicker and more opaque the stockings. These will keep you warm in winter as well. I've chosen some thirty denier and some forty denier. I can't seem to find any seventy denier. They are usually for tights." So saying she gave me the money and sent me to the counter. By now I was used to strange looks but this time the sales assistant just gave me a lovely smile and rang up the sale. Within moments, I was back with Grandma and heading across the mall to a shop that sold very fancy panties. My heart gave a lurch of delight as I anticipated even more delights. Grandma sensed my excitement and gently placed her arm around my shoulders. "Don't get too excited darling, we are only getting you one set of suspender belt and matching panties, bra and slip." "What's a suspender belt Grandma?" I asked. "You'll see darling. The Americans call them garter belts but I come from old England. Come along Pet, lets see what you like the best." I smiled as Grandma shortened my name from Petra to Pet. Pet served as a nickname and a term of endearment. I felt really happy as we stepped inside the shop and I surveyed all the spectacular racks and displays of the most luscious lingerie. 'Was I really being allowed such a delightful choice,' I asked myself, hardly believing my luck. To my delight, it was obvious that I was. Grandma wasted no time in asking my preferences in colour and style then she led me to a rack of strange frilly strappy things with lots of little buckles hanging down. She took one down and made me stand with my frock hem raised to my waist. I was shy at first but Grandma poo-hooed my embarrassment. "Don't be silly Pet. This is a lady's shop for big girls. Nobody's going to peek at a little girl's panties." As she spoke, I felt Grandma snap the belt clip behind me and now the suspender belt was now clipped snugly around my waist. Grandma explained that it had to be a snug fit to stop the stockings from sliding down my legs. "Right Pet, these will fit you so lets go and check them out in the changing rooms." I followed her into the changing rooms without a single fear and passed several cubicles where bigger girls were trying on underwear. It was exciting to see other bigger girls behaving just like my sisters and me at bedtime. They were obviously a group of friends for they kept stepping in and out of the cubicles as they discussed styles and colours while standing around in their undies and comparing choices. Grandma smiled then took me into a cubicle and slipped off my skirt. "Now try these on pet," she asked as she proffered a silvery grey suspender belt. "These almost match your favourite oyster shell panties." I took the belt and tried to clip it behind me. However, my fingers were not dextrous enough so Grandma smiled. "Clip it on at the front and slide it around." I did as instructed and was soon standing with the six little straps dangling down to the tops of my thighs. Grandma showed me how to adjust the buckles and set them to come out just below the front of my panty line at the front, whilst stretching further down my legs over my butt. Then she explained that the straps had to go inside my panties so that I could take down my panties without any problem. "Your panties fit over the suspender belt, see." Next she deftly rolled a pair of stockings up my legs and showed me how to clip them on the thicker welt band at the top of the stockings. I noticed that these particular stockings were very sheer and glossy. Grandma must have slipped them in without me noticing. Once the stockings were attached, I couldn't resist rubbing my legs together and I shuddered sensuously as I felt my legs slither against each other. "Mmm, these feel really nice grandma." "Yes darling. Stockings can make a girl feel really good. Now try walking in them." I stood up and felt the straps gently tug at the stockings as they stretched over my bum. Then when I walked, I felt all six straps tugging together with each stride. Grandma pulled back the curtain and invited me out into the corridor where the bigger girls were gathered. At first I was shocked but then one of the bigger girls put her head around the cubicle. When she discovered an eight-year-old 'young miss' in trainer bra and panties while wearing her first pair of stockings she squealed with delight. "Why you're just so precious darling, come; come outside." So saying, she persuaded me into the corridor and motioned excitedly to her friends. They all gathered around me and smiled supportively as they asked grandma. "Does she prefer stockings to panty-hose then?" Grandma nodded and one of the girls bent down to kiss me as she whispered, "You look delightful in those. When you're older you're going to break lots of men's hearts. Go for it sweetie!" "Why?" I asked her innocently. The girl smiled indulgently as she answered. "Stockings are much sexier than panty-hose. Just you wait and see when you're older. It's nice to see you learning early." Most of this advice about being sexy went straight over my innocent head but I remembered her words. With that, the girls returned to their own activities and grandma took me back inside the cubicle. "D'you want to wear them now?" I didn't have to think for an instant as I nodded eagerly. Grandma paid for the purchase at the counter and explained that the suspenders that matched the rest of the purchase (panties, trainer bra and slip) were being worn by me. The sales assistant smiled knowingly and as we left I asked her about it. "Can you do that Grandma?" "Do what darling?" "Wear things before you pay for them." "Yes darling provided you show the label and confirm that you are paying for it." "But I could have walked out with two suspenders." "No darling. Firstly it's dishonest, secondly the goods are electronically tagged and thirdly, the staff at that shop know me, I've shopped there for years." Reassured, I walked alongside grandma holding her hand and savouring the rhythmic gentle tugging of the suspenders with every stride. Grandma sensed my feelings and smiled down at me. "Nice aren't they?" I looked up and smiled, for now I had something especially girly that even my siblings didn't have. It was then I noticed the other bag Grandma was carrying. "What's in that bag Grandma?" "Tights and panty-hose for your sisters, they'll get jealous otherwise." I grinned with satisfaction, 'so only I was going to wear suspenders and stockings,' "Mmm," I sighed, 'the idea seemed simply scrumptious!' I gave my bottom a little wiggle and savoured the back straps of my suspenders slithering across my butt cheeks. Grandma squeezed my hand and warned me. "Don't do that in public darling. Ladies don't flaunt themselves in public." Having been suitably scolded, I walked much more genteelly towards the caf? were the others were waiting. Almost immediately, the girls noticed my sheer hose and clamoured in protest until Grandma produced the panty hose. Immediately, Judith, Emily and Charlotte scampered to the ladies room and returned sporting their glossy legs. Honours were deemed even. Once back home, we spent a delightful evening trying on our various new clothes and lingerie. It was definitely one of the best evenings of my life. Judith was intrigued with my stockings and suspenders and demanded to try them on. "Mmm, these feel strange. Don't you prefer panty hose?" I replied that it was easier to just slip off my panties and she nodded sagely as she observed. "So why have they got six clips and straps? The ones I've seen usually only have four." "I don't know," I replied, "I think I need six suspenders because I'm a boy and I'm more active than most girls." "You'll have to be extra careful with these then, because they're thin they'll ladder easily, especially when climbing up to the tree house." "I won't be climbing up into the tree house in these I replied. These are for best, only for special occasions. I can't even wear them to school." "What about winter, when we wear tights then?" pressed Judith as Emily and Charlotte listened intently. "Grandma's got me these heavy denier stockings, see." I held up the package and Judith nodded. "But you'll still be wearing suspenders then." I nodded and she smiled thoughtfully as she undid the suspenders and slipped out of them. As she handed them back to me she grinned again. "Don't let the boys find out you're wearing them." This puzzled me. 'What was it about boys and suspenders?' I wondered. "Why d'you say that?" I demanded, "That's what the girl in the shop said, and the girls in the changing rooms. What's it all about?" Judith's eyes widened as she revealed the big secret. "Boys always try to twang our elastic, especially knickers and bras. The first time I wore my bra they plucked at it while sitting behind me in class. Boys are horrible like that. You wait until they discover your bra and knickers then when they see elastic suspenders, they'll all go potty." "They better hadn't," I replied, "I can beat most of them except the older boys in the upper classes." "Yeah and who do you think you'll meet in the playground?" riposted Emily. "That Michael Robbins is always doing it and he's two years older than you. Some of the girls have even complained to the headmistress but he still does it. You'll really have to watch out for him." I fell silent at this thought. Michael Robbins was much bigger than me. I'd have to find another strategy for him. Judith sensed my concern and tried reassuring me. "Don't worry too much about him, just stay with us girls and he won't come into our yard." "But what about playing football?" I replied. "Forget it. Only play it during games lessons when the teacher is there," advised Emily. I concluded that this seemed the best idea. Things were really going to be different. With these thoughts temporarily put aside we went down for supper then watched television for a while. All of us where pleased with our new lingerie and we gathered together on the settee as we savoured the soft silky sensations. Even Charlotte giggled and squirmed when Emily tickled her in her silky new panties. Finally, Grandma appeared and despatched us off to bed. She was baby-sitting that night as Mummy and Aunty Pauline had gone out for the night. In our bedroom, Judith asked if I was going to sleep in my suspenders and stockings. I guiltily replied, "Yes." "I thought you would. They feel just so smooth and silky don't they?" "Are you going to wear your panty hose?" I replied. "Of course, what's good for the goose is good for the gander," "Or the other goose," I replied as I motioned to my nonexistent penis. Judith grinned and stepped forward to press my stumpy. Then she asked hopefully. "Will he get stiff like this morning?" I shrugged. I liked having stiffies but there was no predicting them. Usually it was when I woke up wanting a pee. "If I do, I suppose it'll be in the morning. Let's wait and see." "OK," giggled Judith as we clambered into bed and squeezed close together. The first sensations of brushing our legs together proved exquisite, and to my delight, the soft silky sensations of nylons slithering together caused me to grow a stiffy. I gasped with delight and Judith whispered curiously. "What's up?" "I've grown a stiffy. My stumpy's gone really hard, feel it." Eagerly, Judith reached down to rub the front of my panties and she squealed with delight. "D'you want me to rub it?" "D'you want me to rub yours?" I replied. She lay silent for a moment then giggled. "D'you think we could each rube the one with the other?" "What!" I replied a little puzzled. "You know. Bring our tummies close together and each rub our clitty against the other." "Will that work?" I asked. "That's how it works for me," replied Judith. "When I rub my tickly, it feels nice. Shall we see if yours does as well?" Always eager to try something new, I agreed and we carefully brought our tummies together. After a futile attempt, Judith grumbled. "This isn't working. I just can't get them to come together. Tell you what. You lie back with your legs together and I'll spread my legs apart." We re-arranged ourselves under the duvet and eventually positioned ourselves so that my stiff little stumpy exactly pressed between Judith's tickly lips then she manoeuvred herself on top of me so that my stumpy pressed exactly against her tickly. She gave a delightful little squeak of delight and settled on top of me while she wiggled her hips and jiggled our tickly bits together. Through the silky material of our new panties, the sensations were delightful. Eventually we fell asleep but we remained embraced as tightly as our arms allowed. We even shared each other's sweet breaths as I felt Judith's breath against my cheeks and she felt mine. In the morning we resumed 'tickling' each other's ticklies and savouring the delightful pleasures as our panties slithered together and the cups our trainer bras gently caressed our nipples. Our pleasure didn't last however for Emily and Charlotte interrupted us as they loomed over us with demands to come and play with the dolls. Judith and I agreed so long as they promised to finally make a determined effort to climb up to the tree house. Reluctantly we climbed out of bed and got dressed. Judith naturally dressed in her jeans but I paused thoughtfully then chose the short skirt with bib and crossover shoulder straps that Grandma had thoughtfully substituted for my old shorts. This at least would allow me as much freedom as my old shorts but as for my modesty, well that would be lost to me utterly as I scrambled up the branches. After breakfast we took the dolls house and tea sets out into the summerhouse and played until eleven with Persephone and Stephanie. Strangely I was not bored, but I was pleased when after eleven, Charlotte and Emily agreed to try again to get up to the tree house. As I climbed up into the branches I heard Charlotte giggle. I looked down and demanded what was so funny. "You're wearing pink panties." "So what," I responded trying to conceal my blushes, "Girls can wear pink panties!" "But really Petra, you should wear cotton ones when climbing around. Those frilly ones are only for showy occasions. Don't let the boys see you wearing those. "Well there are no boys here, this is our own garden," I remarked finally putting an end to Charlotte's silliness. With Charlotte's idiocy put aside, I scrambled back down tpo the ground and started helping Emily and Charlotte up into the branches. When it came to making the tiny leap, Emily finally gathered up the courage and squealed with delight as she eventually joined the tree house club. Once again, Charlotte proved too timid so Judith and I had to set up the rope to help her reach across. This was her reward for trying but we warned her she would one day have to learn to make the jump. Once we were up in the tree house, we shared out the sweets and planned for the afternoon. Then, once again the orange juices we drank at eleven o'clock took their toll on our bladders. "I want to pee," cried Charlotte. "Well go down and pee." "What on my own. I'll need help getting down." Judith pulled a wry expression and suggested that she pee through the hole in the floor. Charlotte giggled and at first refused. "I can't do that. You'll see me peeing." "Well that's what I do," declared Judith. Charlotte turned to me and frowned. "Do you?" "Judith does. I can't. I have to take my panties right off and pee from that fork." "She can't point and shoot anymore," explained Judith, "It all sprays out so she has to take her panties right off, spread her legs as wide as she can then hoist up her skirt and let go. You can see everything. It's all your fault with the scissors." Charlotte fell silent then squirmed again. "I've got to go." "Well go then. Squat down and pee through the hole it's what we all do up here, except Petra." Reluctantly Charlotte finally capitulated. It was that or wet her knickers. We three other girls deliberately sat around and encouraged her until she finally overcame her embarrassment and let go. After Charlotte had borrowed a tissue from me, Judith warned her. "Let that be a lesson to you. Whenever you come up into the tree house, always bring tissues. It's a long way down to climb, just for a pee." All this talk of pee next caused Emily and Judith to go. Judith demonstrated her skill and accuracy then Emily quickly followed suit. I watched enviously even as my own bladder began to press. Eventually, I gave a soft curse and declared that I also had to go. Judith grinned and held out her hand to receive my panties. Quickly I whipped them off and crawled out along the branch while Charlotte and Emily enjoyed an unrestricted view of my butt and 'leftovers'. They giggled as I spread my legs wide across the fork then wedged my butt into the cleft and let go. They cheered enthusiastically as my pee sprayed out like a garden sprinkler and splashed in a wide ring on the ground. Then I took out my tissue and wiped myself thoroughly before returning and giving Emily and Charlotte a twirl. "See, not a single splash on my trainers and no dribbles down my legs," I boasted proudly, "Now you understand why I can't wear panty hose. I have to spread my legs really wide to avoid splashing my legs and knees." Emily and Charlotte were suitably impressed and Judith handed back my panties. Then we resumed making plans for Monday, my first day back at school and dressed as a girl!" End of Chapter Four - To Be Continued Comments appreciated !!