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ANGELENA BY JANICE My name is Nolan, I'm fifteen, I have a sister, Laura, seventeen. Our parents are divorced and mom works long hours and doesn't come home till about eight at night. So after school I am left in the care of my sister. My sister leaves me alone most of the time. Being fifteen I don't want to be watched over by an older sister. I liked being left alone because that meant I did not have to go through the pretense of being macho. I hated that, pretending to be tough and hard. I liked quiet things, I watched TV a lot because I had no friends and I prefer it that way. For about a year now, when alone, I would put on one of my sister's dresses and pretend I was Heather Stone. She was a girl in my class and beautiful; she had loads of friends and wore the most beautiful clothes; I envied her so. She was going with Brad Cummings. Brad was what the girls called a "Hunk". I knew that if people found out that I liked wearing my sister's clothes I would be beat to a pulp, so I stayed alone. There was a teen show on TV that played songs, and teens from the audience would dance to the music. My sister would usually be with her friends till about five o'clock. That meant that between three, when I got home from school, and five, I had the house to myself. I would put on one of my sisters dresses or skirts and tops and dance to the music. (I did not go much farther than just putting her things on over my underwear, I know I looked funny but I didn't care, I felt good. I looked forward to the time when I could dress all the way but I saw no chance of that in the near future.) I did this because I liked the way the girls' dresses and skirts would swing and move with their bodies' movements. When dressed I would pretend that I was Heather and I would dance with Laura's bed doll which was almost five feet tall. I would pretend it was me. One day the inevitable happened, my sister came home way too early. I must have presented quite a picture. A fifteen year old boy, wearing a dress and dancing with a doll. She just stared at me for a few seconds while I stared back at her searching for a hole to crawl into, none was handy. I started crying. She came over to where I was and took me in her arms and hugged me. She sat me down on the couch where I told her everything, how I liked wearing her clothes, how I admired Heather because of her clothes and...that I could not help the way I was. I thought she was going to laugh at me or kill me, but neither happened. She dried my tears and told me she understood. Then she did something that made me love her more than I already did. She told me that it would be almost four hours before our mother came home and she would like to see me dressed all the way. At first I did not understand. "You said that you like seeing girls dressed so nice and that you only dress like you are now, a dress over your underwear. Would you like to see how you look all dressed up?" "Are you serious, you would let me?" "Let you...I will help you. Do you want to do it?" I was dumfounded. "Yes," I said and hugged her. I was finally going to see how I would look as a girl. In her room I sat on her bed while she went through her dresser drawers and closet picking out things. She gave me an unopened package of panties. I opened it up and went to the bathroom to put on a pair. I took off the dress I had been wearing, and put on her robe which was hanging on the bathroom door. Back in her room she told me to remove the robe. Stepping behind me she put a bra around my chest and hooked it. After stuffing it with some panties she gave me some pantyhose to put on, which I did. Then she helped me into a white blouse and black knee length skirt. I felt different dressed like this, so much better now that I was a girl from the skin out; no jockey shorts for this girl any more. If I was ever going to dress as a girl again I was going to wear panties and a bra, and pantyhose. She gave me a pair of flat shoes which fit, well, almost perfect. Laura stepped back and gave me a good looking over. She gave me two folded face clothes which she instructed me to place inside my pantyhose at the hips to give me some curves. "From the neck down, just like a girl, almost, but from the neck up, still my little brother." "That's all right, I'm happy this way," I said. And I was happy that way. "Well I'm not, and I have just the thing." She went to her dresser and took out what looked like a big mess of hair. "Here, this will do it." She held up a wig. I remembered it. Last year she had gotten a really bad haircut at the salon and they gave her the wig to make up for it. She spent some time brushing it out then put it on my head. When she was finished we looked like sisters as we stood next to each other looking in her full length mirror with our arms around each other's waist. I was so ecstatic that I wanted to cry, and I almost did. "Now," said Laura, "just a little lipstick and we are finished." She put some on me, I kept looking in the mirror and for the life of me, I could not see Nolan, all I saw was two pretty girls. In all my life, I had never felt so comfortable, so at ease with myself as I did standing there holding my sister's hand. "Well, Nolan, it seems we have a problem." "What's the problem? Look at me. I'm beautiful." "That's the problem. How can we call such a good looking girl Nolan, that is a boy's name?" "How about Heather, she is the prettiest girl in school." "No, we need something just for you. How about Angelina? Mom said that is what she wanted to call me but dad objected. I thought about it for a few seconds. "Hi, my name is Angelina," I said and we air kissed. "Hi. I'm Laura. Nice to meet you. Let's go for a ride." "What do you mean a ride? Where? How?" "Just a ride on the bus." "But I don't want to change back. I like the way I am." "You don't have to change. Mom won't be home for another three hours. We can take the bus to the end of the line, get a soda and be home in plenty of time to get you back before she gets home. Come on. You look like you are enjoying yourself. It will be fun. And...if you don't do it now, it will be harder the next time." "Do you mean I will be able to do this, getting dresses, again?" "Yes. Now grab a purse and let's go, sis." She handed me a purse, grabbed my hand and before I knew it I was standing at the bus stop two blacks away. I was so on cloud nine from being dresses the way I was, that it never occurred to me that I was not supposed to be out here dresses this way, what if someone should see me? It was a bit difficult trying to climb that high step on the bus in a skirt but I managed. Laura never really gave me the chance to get up tight about it. She kept talking to me as if I was a girlfriend. She told me about a boy in her class, about other girls and stuff like that. I soon joined in talking about some cute guy walking down the street and boys in my class like Brad Cummings. She did most of the talking because I guess she had most of the "Experience" with guys. It was a good twenty minute ride to the end of the line where we had to get off. There is a Burger Barn there. We bought a burger and soda and sat on a bench outside. The benches were crowded and in a few minutes two guys' came and asked if they could sit at our table. I shouted "Hell no!" With my eyes to Laura. "Sure, no problem," said Laura. They sat down. One of them started talking to Laura. In a few minutes the other was talking to me and soon we were all talking to each other like old friends. They were brothers, Henry and William. We talked for quite awhile and I soon felt comfortable talking with them. I had always pictured myself as a girl and being out in public. I pictured a stammering wimp. The real thing was so much different. It was just two boys and two girls talking on a bench. We must have sat there for an hour before Laura mentioned that we had to go. As things happen only on TV and in the movies, Henry and Willie were waiting for the same bus. (Several buses had left while we talked). On the bus Henry sat next to Laura and Willie sat next to me. I kind of liked Willie, he was cute and I think he liked me. Soon we were at our stop, I noticed Willie and I were holding hands; I don't know how long that was going on. Walking home hand in hand Laura and I talked about what had just happened. She asked me if I thought my guy was cute. I told her (Truthfully) that I did and how good it felt when he held my hand and how I think I wanted him to kiss me...yes, I was one happy girl at that time. As soon as we got home she told me to go change while she started supper, our mother would be home in less that an hour. In my bedroom I looked in my mirror for a long time. I still liked what I saw, an attractive girl. I didn't want this moment to end, I didn't want to take off these clothes and I wished I had let William kiss me. But, I had no choice; I changed, but I kept on my panties. I heard mom come home and I went down to dinner and a boring evening of watching TV. I wondered if I would ever again wear a dress like today and if I would ever again go out and talk to a boy. Laura did say she would allow me to dress again. I wondered if she was telling me the truth. If not, at least I had the memories of today. I was getting ready for bed when I heard a knock on the adjoining bathroom door. Laura opened it and walked in. "I thought you might like to sleep in this." She handed me a pink waltz length gown. I took it. My robe opened and she could see that I still wore my panties. "Well, put it on ...sis." I did but first she gave a sleep bra and a matching robe. We talked for awhile until mom yelled for us to get to sleep, we had school tomorrow. Good night sis," She said and gave me my first ever good night kiss on my forehead. "Night sis. Thanks for such a great day. It was the best ever." "And the first of many," she said as she closed the door. It was about three weeks later. A lot of things had happened in my life, good things. That day was the first day that I dressed as Angelina, and it was far from the last. My sister and I went back again the next day but Willie and Henry were not there. In the next three weeks I wore a dress almost every day. Naturally I could not do it on weekends because that is when mom was off. Laura and I went to the Burger Barn, several times and I sometimes went there alone when she did not want to or was doing something else. I was not able to dress everyday because Laura had two "Best" friends who came to our house a couple times a week. Actually, I was able to go out about two or three times a week and I used those times to the utmost. I would have liked to go to one of the teen hangouts but that was entirely out of the question. I knew that I would be recognized, so I contented myself with just doing what I was doing. I was sitting by myself drinking a soda at the B. B.. I was wearing a short denim skirt that Laura had given me because she didn't want it anymore and a zip front hoodie over a white tank top; again from Laura. I was watching this guy playing a pinball machine for about a half hour. He finished so I went to play, I was not very good. During my third game I felt like I was being watched. I turned around and the guy was right next to me. "You are not doing it right." He said to me. "That's obvious, or else I wouldn't be losing." "I'm Niles. Can I show you a few things?" I almost forgot my name for a second, "Angelina... O.K." He stood behind me and held my hands to show me what to do. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I liked him holding my hands and being so close to me. We played for awhile then I realized that I had better catch my bus home; I didn't want to get home too late because of my mother. He walked me the block to the bus and asked me if I was going to be there tomorrow after school. I told him I would try. I told Laura all about Niles and me. She seemed happy that I was getting out on my own instead of hanging alone. I did meet Niles the next day, and the next. We usually played video games and pinball a lot. Mostly we just were together. We went for walks together and I started thinking of him at school. We went to different schools so I knew he would not recognize me and where we hung out was far enough from my house that I would not meet/see any one who would know me. Then one day the inevitable happened again, he asked me out on a date. I told him that my mother would not let me go out on a date with a boy, she was strict. I think I would have gone out with him if I was able to. At the bus stop he kissed me goodbye for the first time. I felt that kiss on my lips all the way home. When I told Laura about him asking me out she said she felt bad that I could not go. Niles and I saw a lot of each other for the next week and I looked forward to seeing him and the goodbye kiss. We had a few make out sessions at the nearby park. I hated it when I had to get home, but I liked the kissing. One Saturday Laura and I were sitting on the patio, mom was cleaning the house. We, Laura and I, had trained ourselves never to talk about Angelina on weekends while mom was home. We were just talking about things a brother and sister would talk about. I saw mom come out of the house and approach us. The next thing either Laura or I knew was our photo album being tossed down between us, (We took a lot of pictures of Angelina and kept them in an album which Laura kept in her room.) "Is this who I think it is?" she asked, knowing full well that it was. Laura and I just looked at each other. "And if it is," she said again, looking right at me, "you are very pretty." "Thank you." I said before I thought. She looked through some of the pages for a minute or two. "I think you two Girls'," (she emphasized girls), "owe me an explanation." Knowing the shit had hit the fan we told her everything, and I mean everything, we held nothing back. Well...maybe a few things, especially about me and Niles. She listened to our every word. "I am going to ask you a few questions, Angelina. Do you really like being Angelina?" "Yes," I answered. "What if I told you never to do this again?" "With all due respect Mom, I will do it again. I like Angelina and I want to be her as often and as much as I can. I hope you approve because I would hate to disobey you, but I will if you make me stop." I said. I don't know where that came from. I could see my mom thinking and Laura smiling. "Well," mom said as she bent over and hugged me, "Let me see my new daughter in the flesh. "What do you mean? I can be Angelina." "Yes. You go change and while you are doing it, I will be writing a few rules. Now go and I want to see Angelina at her best." A half hour later I was again looking at my mother but this time I was a very attractive Angelina. Laura let me wear one of her best skirts and two piece tops. I loved that skirt and sort of promised myself that if I ever was able to, I would buy one for myself. Mom looked me over carefully from head to toe and back to head again. I was one nervous girl. She put her arms around me and hugged me. "I'm so glad to meet you Angelina." I was so happy I almost cried. I knew everything was going to be alright. "These are the rules that I think we should follow," She handed me a piece of paper. There were several things that I thought were fair and agreed to. One was that I would continue to do my chores, I always did. I must be either Angelina or Nolan, never both; i.e.: if I wore anything Angelina, I must look like her. A girl always has a bust and hips. There were a few other rules that do not apply yet but will be mentioned when the time comes. Mom took me shopping that afternoon and bought me a couple dresses, skirts and tops, and underwear, nothing fancy, just plain white cotton bras and panties. She said if I wanted anything else I would have to buy it with my allowance. I continued seeing Niles and we even went out a few times. I never allowed him to do anymore than kiss me and feel my boobs. I still had the hots for Heather Stone and almost every time I kissed Niles I would pretend I was kissing her. About two months before school let out for the summer things started happening, good things. Heather and Brad broke up. Everyone in school was waiting to see who she would hook up with, especially the jocks, but it seemed that she was not interested in anyone because she stayed alone. I would see her everyday sitting alone for lunch. I don't know how many times I wanted to go talk to her but I knew she would not give me the time of day, even the wrong time. Niles was having a family cookout and invited me because he wanted to introduce me to his family. I was not too excited about this but I did want to spend more time with him and summer was coming soon and we would/could spend a lot more time together. I wore a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. When I arrived and he took me through to the back yard I nearly died, he introduced me to his cousin, Heather Stone. I was sure she recognized me because she kept looking at me. I tried to avoid her most of the afternoon but it was inevitable that she was able to get me alone. "Hi," she said. I said hi and handed her a soda. "Are you related to the Wilson's on Beech St.?" I gulped. "Yes. My Aunt lives there with my cousins Nolan and Laura. Do you know them?" "Yes, I do. That Nolan is such a hunk. I drool when I see him in school. Does he have a girlfriend? If he does she is soooo lucky. I think I would kill to go out with him." "What the hell is she saying? She knows I'm alive? She likes me?" I needed more information. "Are you the Heather Stone that goes to High School on Main Street?" I asked knowing full well that she was. My mind was working at light speed. "Yes, I am. How do you know?" she asked. "Go for it" I told myself, "It's now or never." "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this but sometimes all he talks about it you, I sometimes get tired of hearing about you, no offence, do you really like him?" "I sure do but he won't even give me the time of day." "Where have I heard that before?" "Maybe," I said still thinking at light speed, "I could put in a good word for you. I think he will be glad, no, ecstatic, to take you out. That's what you are talking about, isn't it? Just then someone called to her that it was time to go. "Would you really talk to him for me? Don't tell him I said I liked him though; say that someone told you, OK?" she said. She air kissed me and ran to the car. I don't think I have to tell you that I was walking on air for the rest of the afternoon, do I? I had to leave about an hour later. When I did I gave Niles a little extra kiss for making it possible for me to find out that Heather LIKED ME. If I was ever able to go out wit Heather as myself, I would drop Niles like a hot potato. I told Laura and mom what I had learned and they both said I should go for it. I should see Heather and tell her how I felt but not to tell her how I found out. That would not be in my best interest to tell her that I was the girl she opened her heart to. At school a whole day later I steeled myself to do it, I would talk to Heather; what had I to loose, I had gotten the news first hand; not second hand where things could get twisted. There she was, sitting alone at the table. We did have English class together earlier that morning so I would use that to break the ice. I sat at the table. She looked at me and smiled. I started talking about English class. It was a case of she knew that I knew that she knew... By the time lunch was over we were friends, and after school when I walked her home; she lived two blocks father than me, we were FRIENDS. By Friday after school I had a girlfriend and a date for the prom next month. We could really only see each other on weekends because her mother would not let her out after school. I kept seeing Niles during the week after school but knew that I would not be seeing him on weekends anymore. This worked out good for me; I had a boyfriend who was on his way out, and a girlfriend who was on her way in. Naturally I had to change my plans for the summer. I had planed on spending as much time as I could with Niles, now I had to make a choice; Niles or Heather. Not really much of a choice, it was Heather hands down. I told Niles that I was going on vacation next month and we would, naturally, not be seeing each other after school let out. He said he was planning to ask me to his school prom. I had to decline naturally. I told him that I would be leaving right after school left out and would be too busy packing to see him, I have no idea how I came up with that but it worked. I did, however say that Friday night, the night before the school dance and the last day of school, I would be able to spend some time with him. I was starting to get a bit confused being a good looking guy's girlfriend and a gorgeous girl's boyfriend. I saw no way I could be both so I opted for Heather. As soon as I got home from school that last day I changed into one of my better dresses and hopped on the bus to see Niles at the hangout. I made myself look as good as I ever did, maybe better because this was maybe the last time I would be going out with a boy. I liked going with him but, as said before, there was no way I could go with him and Heather. I would miss his kisses and cuddling so I made up my mind to do something to remember me by. I had heard so many girls talk about how they made their boyfriends happy without letting them in their pants. I never even thought about it before but I wanted to make him happy on this last day together. He was waiting at the bus stop. I stepped off the bus and into his arms, we kissed. He took me for a burger and soda while we said our last goodbyes. He told me about Heather finding a new boyfriend. I reminded him that she was going with my cousin, Nolan. At 6:30 I reminded him that I had to catch the 7:00 o'clock bus, it was the last one for a few hours. We went behind the building where there is a place where we could not be seen and kissed. While kissing him I put my hand between us and rubbed his cock, I had done this many times, but this time I was going to go farther, a lot farther. I opened his fly, reached in and grabbed his cock. I took it out and played with it until he let go in my hand. He told me that he never had a girl do that to him. I wanted to do it again but there was not enough time, the bus was ready to leave. A last kiss and I got on the bus for the ride home. I just moped around the house for the rest of the night. I could not see Heather because she, and just about every girl in school, was spending the night at salons and hairdressers and doing all the things a girl needs to do to look beautiful; the things I wished I was doing. My sister, who also had her dance, had her hair full of rollers and was doing her nails that night, I remarked how I wish I could be doing something like that and before I knew it, I was. I had my hair up in rollers by my mother who, in the days, had worked in a salon. She, of course, did not use anything on my hair, like gel or setting lotion but I did get to see what it was like to sleep in them. This happened right after supper and very early that night I got into a waltz length gown and robe set, I usually sleep in my girl night clothes. I Think that if I had not met Heather I might be doing the real thing, getting ready for my prom date with Niles, as always, if I had my choice it was Heather with no question. Prom Saturday I went over to Heather's in the early afternoon. She was beautiful even though she was in a tee shirt and shorts. We sat on her patio, just her and I. "Heather," I said as we sat there drinking soda, "I have to ask you something." "What hon?" she said. "Well. When Brad and you broke up you had the choice of any jock in school. Why did you choose me?" "Yes, I did have my choice. I know I am pretty but that can be a handicap at times. Brad and all the other jocks like him are not so interested in a girl for who she is but for how pretty she is. All my life I have been going with his type. All they want is something pretty on their arms. They almost never want to go anywhere private, alone. They take us out to be with their buddies than they hang out together and leave up girls on the side. Everything they do has to be macho. They want to be idolized and to be boss over us. Frankly, I am tired of all that bullshit. I have known you for years, you are quite and unassuming and I think you would treat a girl as a person, not a piece of property, and I was right. We have been doing out, so to speak, for just two weeks now and I have enjoyed it more than the years I have been with those jocks. I hope you and I will stay together for a long time. Does that answer your question?" "It sure does," I said and kissed her. "Hay love, do you want to see my gown for tonight?" "I'd love to," I said. She took my hand and took me to her room. I had never been to her room; I had only been to her house twice before, once to meet her parents who liked me right away, and another to pick her up for a date, a movie and soda afterward. She showed me her gown and I immediately got jealous, it was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. I couldn't wait to see her in it; I wished there was some way I could see me in it. I went home and started getting ready for the big dance, prom. I had rented a tux. It didn't take me long to get dressed. I hurried so I could see Heather and her gorgeous gown. I knocked on her door; I was holding a corsage in my hand. Her mother opened the door and all I saw was an angle standing across the room. She was wearing a strapless, red gown which showed her ample cleavage thin waist and shapely hips; it was all taffeta from the waist down and had a wide, loose flowing skirt. I walked over to her and placed the wrist corsage on her left wrist. Her mom took some pictures, who woudda thunk? I did not drive so Heather's father drove us to the school where the dance was being held. He said he would pick us up at midnight. Arm in arm we walked into the gym under the stares of everyone there. I could just feel the jealousy of the guys because I, the nerd, had the prettiest girl in school on my arm. We found a table and sat for awhile till the music started and then we danced. It was the best time I had in my life. Of the first five or six dances I don't think I finished one with Heather. Every one was interrupted by some jock cutting in. then she got tired of it and refused everyone but me. Midnight came and so did heathers dad. He was nice enough to let us ride in the back seat. When he dropped me off at my house he said he would be back in a few minutes while he walked to the corner for a smoke. Heather and I took advantage of his "habit." We knew why he did it. My mom and sister were waiting up for me and asked me to tell them all about the dance. I don't know how many times I mentioned how beautiful her gown was and how I wondered how I would look in it. That summer was wonderful and exciting. Heather had to work half days with her mother who had a fast food franchise so we could not get together until mid to late afternoon; this was OK with me because that gave me a few hours a few times a week to relax as Angelina. I missed her, Angelina, but if circumstanced made it necessary, I would drop her in a New York minute for Heather. We spent a lot of time together, Heather and I, just being together. We went on "Dates"; we went to the park and, like most teenagers, hung at the mall. I realized something after awhile, either Heather dropped all her friends or she did not have as many as I thought she did. I know this because of all the time we spent together, just the two of us, unless you want to count the times my sister spent with us. She and Heather spent some "Girl" time together; I missed the girl time that Laura and I used to spend but hay, you can't have everything. Laura and I did have some girl time while Heather was at work but not really enough. Laura had a part time boyfriend who would double date with Heather and I, on occasion, which was fun. August 18th was my sixteenth birthday. I knew that mom, Laura and Heather were going to give me a party, I just didn't know exactly what they were going to give me as a present. I knew they were giving me something really special because they told me so, just not what. I found out what the afternoon of my birthday. The four of us were going to have a small party at my house on Friday night where they would give me my gift and the next night they were going to split the Bill for the fanciest restaurant in town, actually the next town over, my town had nothing fancy. I mentioned that I had no clothes good enough to wear to such a place; gentlemen had to wear suits with ties and women not allowed to wear pants or slacks of any kind; kind of snobbish if you ask me. Laura and Heather told me that when I got my birthday present I would have something good enough to wear. So...I was getting a new, good suit; that was cool, I needed one; my old one did not even come close to fitting me anymore. Right after supper we went to the family room where I saw a big box on the coffee table. It was wrapped with a big bow. I knew it was my suit. Mom, Laura and Heather sat around me and told me to open it. Mom had her camera because she wanted to get my face when I opened it, "Big deal," I thought, "It's just a suit." I opened it and my eyes must have popped out of my head like you see in cartoons. There in the box, under all the fancy tissue paper...was Heathers Prom gown. To say I was speechless would be putting it mildly. Heather took it out of the box and held it up so I could see better. "Do you like it? I hope it fits, I think we are about the same size." All I could manage was, "Ahh,...ahh." "Well, Angelina, do you like it?" again Heather asked this time holding it against me. I still couldn't come up with more than a series of inarticulate sounds. Why was my girlfriend giving me a gown for my birthday? Was she crazy? I realized that I was holding the gown against me. Heather asked me if I was OK. I managed to come up with, "Ahhh...I guess so but..." "It is clear we owe you an explanation, sit down or are you going to play living statues all night," Laura said. I sat but still held the gown on my lap. "OK. Here goes." Laura said. Heather had forced me to the couch and sat next to me holding my hand. She kissed me and told me to listen to Laura. "Do you remember how mom found out about you being my 'sister' because I left the photo album out." I nodded my head. She continued. "Well about two weeks ago I was doing some work on it, getting it up to date and stuff. I was writing on some of the pictures, "me and Nolan here and me and Nolan there". I guess I should have used you girl name but for some reason, I didn't. You weren't home. Heather came over because we, she and I, was going to go to the mall. Well, to make a long story short I left the book open when I went to the bathroom. When I came out and saw her looking through the book I knew I had screwed up again, this time big time." "When I looked in the book and saw Angelina's pictures with your name on it I thought nothing, it didn't even register," Heather continued. "But when I saw the ones that showed, step by step, the transformation; I knew that you were Angelina. Do you remember we met at Niles's party?" I nodded. Laura finished, "There was no way out so I told her the truth" "You are very pretty as Angelina, I would like to see more of her. Laura mentioned how much you liked my gown so we put some money together and got you your own. Laura knew your sizes. Your mother came up with the idea of doing this for your birthday. Now, have you gotten back your powers of speech yet. Do you like it or have we wasted our money?" "I love you guys." Is all I could come up with because I was sobbing too much. A group hug followed. To make an already too long story short, I thanked them profusely for the lovely gown. They wanted me to try it on but I wanted to do it right tomorrow when I had time to do it right. "This," mom said, "is from me." She gave me a small box wrapped like my gown was. I opened it to see a pair of matching shoes and a matching purse. "This is all wonderful but I thought I was getting a suit, I still have nothing to wear tomorrow at the Diner." "What the hell did you do, take a stupid pill or something?" Heather yelled, "You are wearing this," she said holding my gown up two inches from my nose. "I guess I did," I said sheepishly. Sleep came easy that night; the problem was that it came too many times. I must have woken every hour or so. The first thing I saw every time I opened my eyes was my gown which was hanging on the inside of my door. I had hung it there just so that it was the first thing I saw when I woke in the morning. Sleep left me completely by seven AM. "Great," I thought to myself, "another twelve long hours before I will be wearing that dress. That is forever." I got dressed and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Mom and Laura soon joined me. "Have you tried on your gown yet?" Mom asked. "No, not yet, though I am dying to." "Perhaps you better. Just to see if I have to make any changes." Mom said. She was a wiz with a needle and thread. I agreed and finished my coffee. Laura came to my bedroom with me to help. Of course I was not going to dress all the way but I knew I would have to wear a waist cincher with it. I took off my tee shirt and shorts keeping my boxers on just to have some dignity. Laura helped me with the cincher and into my gown. When she zipped it up it fit perfectly except that I had not stuffed the front with my breast forms. This was just a preliminary fitting to see if it needed any alterations, which it didn't. Laura helped me out of it and went to her room to get dressed herself. "I'm going to wear a tube top and shorts," she said on her way out. "What are you going to wear?" "A tee and maybe a denim skirt," I said and proceeded to pull them from my dresser. Just after noon time Laura and "Angelina" were sitting on the patio talking about tonight when Heather walked boldly around the house to the back yard. She looked at me strangely; this was the first time she had seen me as Angelina other that at the party. She hugged me, as always and gave me a kiss. "That felt a bit strange kissing a girl," she said with a smile. She sat next to me and all of a sudden she got a look on her face. "You're that Angelina. The one I met at Niles's' birthday party. You were his girlfriend," she said. "Guilty." "You like girls and boys?" "Yes. Does that make a difference?" "No," she said with a smile, "but if we ever break up...you better leave your hands off my boyfriend." She stayed for about an hour and left. It was soon time for us, mom, Laura and me, to start getting ready. I had no sooner taken a shower and put on my panties and strapless bra when the bell rang. Mom answered it. I heard some talking and footsteps approaching my bedroom door. After a brief knock mom opened the door and poked her head in. "Someone for you," she said and stepped aside to allow Heather in. she was in a halter and shorts and had her dress over her arm and a bag in her hands. She thought it would be nice if we "two girls" got dressed together. She stripped to her bra and panties to match me. We did help each other. I needed more help than she did, after all; I had to wear a cincher, padding and stuff like that, and all she needed was what she was born with. Heather helped me with my hair and make up; she had done my nails that afternoon while visiting me on the patio. I can't get over how beautiful she made me look. On a rating system of one to ten, I felt like maybe an eight and a half; Heather was a ten+ and my mom and Laura, each a ten. Mom drove us to the restaurant. Naturally Heather and I sat in the back seat. Both of us were wearing dresses with full stiff petticoats under and we took up almost the entire back seat. Mom let me wear her white lace shawl. I felt sorry for any girl that wasn't one of us that night. It was the best birthday I ever had until then, or since. The food was wonderful and the service more than great. I felt like a girl in more than one way that night. I found out what it was like to be stared at and undressed with one's eyes. More than once I saw guys looking at us with a look in their eyes (Heather told me it was lust). I just loved it. It was a good thing there was no dancing there because I do not think any of us would have had time to eat with the guys bothering us for dances. I got that from Heather and Laura. I'll even venture to say that mom would have been busy too. It was a late night for all of us and at about three in the morning I had to get out of my gown. Heather made the remark a few times about how different it was kissing a girl as if she was a boy, I had to remind her that I was a boy. The rest of the summer was the most fun; Heather spent as much time with Angelina as she did with Nolan. She introduced her/me to several of her friends. Fortunately most of them went to a different school and the two that went to my school didn't recognize me as really being Nolan. They would be told that I was a cousin if they ever asked which they didn't. The only thing we had to be careful of was that Niles never saw me as Angelina but between Labor Day weekend and when school started the next week, he and his family moved away. When Heather and I both turned eighteen, we got married. Both our moms were matrons of honor and Laura was the head bride's maid, or the Maid of Honor. Just for the fun of it, the week after our real wedding we had a mock wedding with me as the bride and Heather as the groom. We knew that sooner or later we would have to tell Heather's parents that I cross dressed so we told her just before the mock wedding. She was a bit upset but in a few days she relented and was also the matron of Honor for our mock wedding along with my mother. She sometimes, after the wedding, referred to me as her daughter-in-law. Heather and I spent our two week honeymoon as best girlfriends at a resort in the Bahamas. After fifteen years we are still lovers, husband and wife, and best girlfriends. Our twelve year old twins, a boy and a girl, are beautiful and sometimes we have two daughters; I think you know what I mean. Fortunately they have parents who will not hamper them, especially the boy. He can be beautiful when we all go out as girls.