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THE BEST WEEKEND EVER - 2 TANYA'S REVENGE BY JANICE My name is George, I am 17, a cross dresser, lead an alternative life style, and my boyfriend is Wally. It has been several weeks since my sister framed me and had me arrested for holding up a Liquor store. It all started when I found a magic pendant that had the power to change my body into any one I wanted. I was pissed off at my younger sister, 12. If you want to read all about it you can read "The best weekend ever" for all the details which I am not going to repeat here except to say with the help of the pendant I became her one weekend while she was away and did everything I could do to ruin her reputation. Somehow she got hold of my amulet and framed me for robbery. I was exonerated because the video of the robbery showed the culprit, which looked exactly like me, touching several objects while holding up the store. When fingerprints were checked they were proven to be not mine. I am sure that Tanya had something to do with it because I saw the pendant hanging around her neck when I was arrested. I knew that she used it to make herself look like me to get even with me for what I did to her, That was three months ago and I have not seen my amulet, or pendant, since, and have been very careful what I say to whom because it may be she, my sister, in another form. The past few months were not exactly hectic, but neither were they what one would call normal. My sister, Tanya, and I were not on the best of terms but that was nothing new, we never were really close because our mother doted on her and spoiled her rotten. It was Easter Sunday and the day I decided to come completely out of the closet. They never had any doubt that I was gay, and that my friend Wally was more than my friend, but I doubt that they knew that I was also a cross dresser. I thought to remove all doubt this Easter. Wally and I talked about getting an apartment together after we graduated high school in June but we never really made any definite plans. We are not a church going family so there was no thought of going to church but Wally and I were going out for the day. I had bought a new dress for the holiday and wanted to wear it then. I had almost all of my girl things hidden in a trunk in the back of my closet and in the attic crawl space over my closet. The night before, I took everything out and put them in my closet and dresser drawers. I woke up early and started getting dressed; I wanted everything to look just right for my "D?but." I heard my mother and sister getting dressed so I sat in my room fully dressed waiting for the right time. I was called for breakfast. I checked myself in the mirror one final time. My hair and make-up was as good as always and my dress, a long sleeved, very light green, knee length dress with a full skirt and dark green polka dots on the high neck top, fit me perfectly. I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen just as cool as can be. "Oh... my... God," Tanya said, "not only is my brother a fag, he is a sissy too." "Screw you bitch. You just wish you could look this good," I shouted at her. At this time my mother finally closed her mouth which had been open since I walked into the kitchen. "Now children, no fighting. You do look lovely," she said looking at me. I twirled around showing my dress off. Tanya got up from the table and stormed out. "Screw her, this is my life and I will do with it as I please." "I think we need to talk,," mom said. "There is nothing to talk about. This is me. It is obvious Tanya doesn't like it and I really don't care what the hell she thinks but this is the way I am, and after school lets out in June, this is how you will be seeing me, at least sometimes, and then it will be all the time. If you can't live with it, too bad. I am tired of being something I am not," I said being careful not to raise my voice. I could see she was hurt but, as with my sister, I didn't care. "Wally will be here in a few minutes and I was wondering if I could borrow a winter coat from you, it is cold out there?" Mom looked at me for a few seconds and took me by the hand and led me to her room where, after several tries, we found a winter coat. It was a fur coat. I don't know what kind of animal but it was light brown with darker brown stripes that came to just my hips and had a big thick collar and looked just great on me, and felt so dam soft and warm on me. Wally came for me just about then. Mom opened the door and when Wally saw me he almost fainted, he never expected to see me already dressed. We usually got a motel room where I changed into Elsa, which is my femme name. I could see Tanya peeking around the kitchen door so I thought to bust her a bit more; I kissed Wally full on his lips as I greeted him. I handed him my jacket to hold while I slipped my arms through the sleeves. Mom told us to have a good time but I could see that she was fighting back the tears. I felt bad but I was tired of hiding the truth. I kissed her cheek, and as Wally and I walked out the door I blew Tanya a kiss too. True to what I said, I only dressed on weekends. I spent almost all my spare time looking for my amulet, pendant, necklaces or whatever you want to call it but never found it, I assumed it was lost. Something was up. My mother and sister were up to something. They were walking around with smiles, no, not smiles, shit eating grins, on there faces for the past week or two and it was driving me up a tree. I found out one Friday morning when I overslept after coming home from a late night with Wally. I woke up feeling weird with my mother and sister standing over me grinning. "Well, good morning sleepyhead," Tanya said. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" "We are here to get you up and dressed. We are going to a friends wedding and we have to leave in an hour, so you have to get dressed. Tanya and I have packed everything you need, Elsa." "Well, you will have to go without me; I have plans for the weekend." "Yes, you are coming with us," Mom insisted and she and Tanya stepped aside so that I could see my reflection in the mirror on my bureau. "You found the pendant," was the first thing I said when I saw my reflection. I guess I was too busy waking up and arguing with them to realize that I was now a little girl, littler than Tanya, way younger, maybe eight or so. "How the hell did you do this to me without my wishing it?" I screamed to Tanya. "You have no idea what you can do with this pendant, do you? All I had to do was hold it in my hand and touch you with it and wish that you would become an eight year old female version of yourself." After a big argument with me standing in the middle of them completely naked I realized that there was no way I was going to win so I submitted to go along with what ever stupid plan they had, knowing that I would spend every minute trying to get my hands on the amulet so I could change back to seventeen year old George again. An examination showed that I was a pre-pre teen of about seven or eight years old. I was kind of pretty and there was a family resemblance. I was soon dressed in a short sleeved peasant top and short skirt. I asked where the clothes came from and was informed that some are Tanya's old clothes and some are from second hand shops and... "This I borrowed from Mrs. Cooper down the street, she had a daughter your age," Mom said and held up a very pretty gown. A bunch of bags were thrown in the trunk, it was easy to tell which ones were mine, the ones with the cartoon characters all over them, and I was handed a purple backpack. I had to sit in the back seat instead on my usual shotgun seat. I was one pissed off "Little girl" sitting there, and to make things worse Tanya explained everything to me. When she came home that weekend that I did all that shit to her and everyone was picking on her for it, she thought she was going crazy, or everyone was playing a joke on her. The worst part was when she found out that "She" had sex with her best girlfriend's boyfriend. To cut to the chase, one day she found the Amulet in my draw, she never explained what she was doing in my draw but I guess that if I can get into her body, she can get into my draw. She thought it was a piece of jewelry. She thought it was pretty and tried it on. She still was wondering what was going on with all her problems and all of a sudden, she said, she knew exactly what I had done. I am going to assume that she must have wished to know everything while wearing the amulet. That is how the amulet works, at least one of the ways. She was so pissed and wished she could get even with me. All of a sudden she had this great idea, wish me into a young girl and make me live as one for as long as she wanted. She also found out a lot that I did not even know; like the fact that if she held the amulet in one hand and touched me with it, she could change my body to whatever she wished, so she wished for a younger sister, she also found out that she did not have to have the amulet in her possession while the spell was in effect. She also wished that when I was Elsa I would obey her orders even if I didn't want to but I would still have my seventeen year old guy's mind. (Author: What no one knew was that the longer one stays in this alternate personality, the more one becomes the personality). So, here I am, sitting in the back seat of the car, an eight year old girl, going to spend a weekend at some stupid wedding with a bunch of stupid strangers. I was quite taken by the size of the house we went to, actually the grounds; it must have been an acre or more. I was the last to get out of the car. We were greeted by my mothers' friend and her daughter, Edna, her eight year old who was to be the flower girl. Introductions over I was told to go with Edna who led me to her room. I wondered how my mother knew that the one thing I wanted to do more than anything in the whole world was to hang around with an eight year old little girl. (I hope you recognize sarcasm when you hear it). From what I saw, I realized that Edna was a spoiled brat too. She had a huge room, not so much a fancy girly room but one that was almost filled with toys, dolls and other girls crap. I noticed that she had two beds and asked if she had a sister, she said that she had girlfriends sleep over a lot and they slept there. She showed me where to put my stuff, my bags, and took me by my hand and led me out to the huge yard to show me around while the "Grown ups" talked and got acquainted, like this was going to be the highlight of my stay, being led around by an eight year old brat. I knew right away that I was not going to like Edna because she was one of those bubbly types. All I heard during this walk was how pretty her Flower Girl dress was and how pretty she was going to be in it, yadda, yadda, yadda. She also mentioned something that stopped me in my tracks; I was expected to be sharing her room with her. Now there is no way this was right. I may be in an eight year old's body but I was, at least mentally, a seventeen year old guy. What the hell were they thinking? After the tour we walked back to the house just as the "Grown Ups" were getting ready to have lunch. The grown up were my mother, Edna's mother and my sister. Edna and I sat on one side of the table together. After lunch it was more hanging around with Edna who wanted to play with her "Barbie Dolls." I guess the amulet was making me compliant with Edna's wishes as well as just about every one else's because not long into playing with her, I was having fun. I got a sudden thought while playing that seemed to come out of nowhere; Barbie seemed to have a lot of pretty dresses and outfits and I found myself wondering when/if I ever get my amulet back I could make myself small enough to wear her clothes, just a stupid thought but what the hell, imagination cost nothing. Right now I had more important things to worry about; namely, getting through this weekend as a little girl. It was about eight o'clock and we were watching TV, Edna and I sitting side by side on the couch when our mom's told us to get changed for bed. Tanya took my hand and took me to Edna's room where she started to undress me. She got pajamas out of my bag; I still had no idea what was in them because all I did was to throw my two bags on the dresser without even looking to see what was in them. She found a set of pajamas and a robe and fuzzy slipper and helped me put them on. I am going to assume that she was just doing it to bust my balls; an eight year old girl does not need help getting dressed. Edna dressed by herself. We went back to watch some more TV for an hour. Oh, remember I told you that I didn't like Edna because she was a spoiled brat? Well, I take that back, she was not so bad. When we got into our P. Js. She gave me one of her dolls; she said it was her dolly's sister and her name was Matilda. I took it with me when we went back to the living room and held it in my arms like Edna held her doll, Sarah. I must have dozed because the next thing I knew I was being shaken by my mother and was told it was past my bed time, nine P. m. Tanya picked me up in what I like to call a "Trailer Park Hip Carry." She took me to the bedroom and would you believe it...she tucked me in and kissed me on my forehead. "I don't want to hear any noise from you girls. Go to sleep. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." (How embarrassing. She is such a ball buster. No wonder I hate her). We all had breakfast in our P. Js. I think my seventeen year old guy's brain was still asleep because I took Matilda with me to the table, Edna had Sarah. Late morning, still in our P. Js. It was time for us to be getting ready for the wedding. The bride had arrived and so had most of the wedding party. Mom and Tanya helped me into my dress, and what a dress it was. It fit as if it was made for me, and if I had a dress as pretty as this for real I think I would wear it as often as possible. It was red and almost floor length. It had spaghetti straps and a slight "v" neckline and snug bodice, the waist was snug and the skirt had a stiff lining to push the full skirt out. The skirt looked like it had several layers that overlapped. I felt so pretty in it even though it did not fit the way I would have wanted, with room for boobs, but an eight year old girl does not have boobs. Edna was almost fully dressed in her Flower Girl gown when I went into her room to show her my gown. I must say that she looked so pretty. We hugged each other and told each other how pretty we looked and all that crap that girls do. We were then shooed out of the room because it was time for the bride to get dressed and there was not enough room for us all in the room, as big as it was. Edna took me out of the house and around the back so we could look in her window and watch without being in the way. It only took a minute or two to get there but by the time we did there were five or six girls, or young women, there, plus the bride and all were half naked. I may be gay but that does not mean that I do not recognize beautiful women when I see them and they were all beautiful. I watched as Fran, the bride who was Edna's sister, was all trussed up in a waist cincher or corset, I never could figure out the difference between them. Then three of the other girls helped her step into a pile of cloth on the floor which turned out to be the under skirt of the dress to push it out sort of like my dress only more so. Then they lifted the dress over Fran's head and lowered it down her body tugging and straightening it as it fell into place, and one of them helped button the half million or so buttons down the back. When they all stepped away and I got a look at the most beautiful gown I ever saw I let out a gasp. If anything ever worked out between Wally and me, that is the gown I wanted to wear. The other girls, the bride's maids were all ready and headed out the room. Edna brought me back to earth. "I guess we better get going," she said and we headed to where the wedding was to take place, the back lawn. I went to sit with my mother and stupid sister while Edna took her place at the head of the procession. As the bride passed me I again imagined me in that gown heading to the alter to stand beside Wally. The reception was fun. I was assigned the same table as Edna and a bunch of other kids all about the same age and younger except for one guy who was about ten who kept looking at me and even traded seats with one girl who was sitting next to me so he could be next to me. He became a real pest. Following me everywhere I went. His name was Phillip and he was related to Edna somehow or other and I assumed he had a crush on me because he kept asking me to dance with him but I kept refusing because there was no way I wanted to dance with a ten year old boy. Had he been older, like one of the ushers, I would have jumped at the chance, some of them were gorgeous. I did get a chance to dance with the Best man, he was six foot three or four, I am just under five feet. He lifted me in his arms and I put my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and we danced like that. I think if I had my dick I would have had a hard on being with my arms around such a hunk. I finally did let Phillip dance with me, once, and that was a mistake. This guy must be a pervert, a ten year old guy hitting on an eight year old girl. He kissed me during that dance and I pushed him away. Tanya must have seen us because she started busting me about having a boyfriend, I wasn't about to let her get away with that so I hunted him, Phillip, down and started hanging out with him. I made sure Tanya was watching us and led him to a grove of trees. I turned and gave Tanya the bird and disappeared behind the trees and started kissing him hoping that Tanya could see us. I might want to mention here that I had a few sips from some glasses that were not quite empty and was getting a buzz on which might have helped me in doing what I was doing with Phillip. The next thing I knew was Tanya pulling us apart and yelling at me. I wasn't really that bothered being separated from this little kid, I was just screwing with him to irritate Tanya and I think it worked because she hefted me up in the trailer park hip carry position, hereafter known as the T.P.H.C., and carried me to Edna's bedroom. I guess I underestimated how much I had been drinking because I was unable to do anything to get away from her, or maybe it was just because I had the strength of an eight year old. She sat me on top of Edna's dresser and undressed me. She got me undressed and into a baby doll nighty and threw me into bed. I must have lost track of time during the day because while she was undressing me I noticed that it was dark out and that made it after eight. She threw Matilda, my doll, under the covers with me and told me to get to sleep. The alcohol I had consumed helped my fall asleep almost instantly. I had quite a dream that night. I dreamed that Wally and I got married but instead of me being me, George, I was still me, Elsa, and I wore just a plane gown that might have been a flower girl gown rather than a bride's gown. I must have slept soundly because when I woke up in the morning Edna was sleeping next to me. Edna woke up a few minutes later. Her mother knocked lightly in the door and poked her head in the room and told us to get into the kitchen for breakfast. Things were going from bad to worse. Yesterday I wore a fancy dress to a wedding and met an eight year old girl who I think I was starting to like, a little. Last night I slept with the same eight year old. My adult male mind was telling me that this was a big, big, no-no, but my eight year old girl was telling me that there was nothing wrong. Edna and I went to the kitchen in our nighties where we joined the others. I didn't realize it but both Edna and I took our dolls to the kitchen. We sat them on our laps while we ate. After breakfast Tanya and my mother said it was time for us to get dressed so we could get an early start home, it was a long drive. Tanya played big sister, I think she was doing this just to break my balls. She again sat me in the dresser top and took my nightgown off me leaving me in just my panties which was embarrassing. She reached in a bag and took out some clothes and, as if I was a little girl, proceeded to help me get dressed in a purplish pink tee shirt and skirt which barely covered my ass and had a stiff net lining under it, and a pair of striped knee sox. You have no idea how embarrassing it was, is, being dressed by my younger sister who is treating me like I was six instead of eight. By this time Edna had dressed herself in a light sun dress that I would gladly have worn had I been given the choice. While mom and my "asshole" sister were getting packed for the drive home, Edna and I sat on the porch, and who the hell shows up but Phillip. He said he wanted to say good buy to me. Just what I need, this little pest hanging around. It took the bitch and mom a bit longer to pack the car than it should because, I found out later, that Edna's mother gave me a lot of Edna's clothes. Just before I climbed in to the car I turned to Phillip, making sure that the "bitch" was looking at me, and kissed him; just to bust her some more. I said buy to Edna and her mother, and Edna told me I could keep Matilda, the doll I had unconsciously been holding on my lap all morning. I sat in the back again instead of my usual "shotgun" seat. Most of the drive home I was contemplating what I was going to do to my spoiled brat of a sister when I got my body back; she did say that I could get it back after the wedding, I should have known better that to trust that conniving bitch. Home, we unloaded everything and I was surprised to see so many boxes and bags going to my room; that was when I found out about Edna's mom giving me some things; I had no clue why mom took the clothes but I gave it no thought. The boxes and bags were just put in a corner for later. It was just about supper time. Mom told me we were having company for supper, probably a friend of the cunt. I was surprised and shocked to see Wally when I opened the door. I wanted to just grab him and kiss him but for some reason I could not move; I could only turn to mom and say, "There is some guy here." Mom invited him in and introduced me as a niece, Elsa, who was staying with her for awhile. During supper I learned a few things; for one, George (Hay, that's me in real life B. T. A - Before the amulet) had decided to do some traveling for awhile before starting collage. I guess that would account for me not being there, and second, I, Elsa would be spending the summer here. I hoped that last part was just bull shit because I had been promised that I could be George again after the wedding. Wally stayed for awhile after supper and talked about some of the plans he and George had made, they (we) were going to get jobs and find a place to move into together, he did not mention that I was thinking of doing it as a girl using the name Linda. While he talked I sat next to him on the couch, before he finished I was sitting on his lap with my head on his chest, much like we did ordinarily when together. He left about nine and I kissed him goodnight not knowing when I would see him again. I don't know why mom had told him that I would be gone all summer; I was assuming that I would be back in my own body some time tonight. It must be the young body I was in because not long after he left I felt myself nodding off. "Tanya," mom said, "it looks like your sister is getting tired. Why don't you give her a bath and get her to bed." "Sure mom. I'd be happy to." Before I knew it the "bitch" had me in her arms and was on her way to her bedroom. I was still a bit groggy as she sat me on her dresser and was undressing me like she did at the wedding. I tried pushing her away but she was stronger than me. It wasn't long before she had me naked and in the bathtub full of bubbles. She proceeded to wash me as if I was a baby. "You bitch. What are you doing? You said I could be myself after the wedding. Get me out of this stinking little girl's body," I shouted. The "snot" just smiled as she soaped up a washcloth. "Well little sister, I did say that, but I didn't say how long after the wedding, and we did tell your faggy boyfriend that Elsa was going to be here all summer and you wouldn't want me to lie, would you'? "You fucking bitch," I yelled. "Get me the fuck back in my own body." While my mouth was open the "shit face" shoved the soapy wash cloth in my mouth and with her arm around my neck held her hand over my mouth so I could not spit it out. I was kicking and trying to pull her hand off my mouth; I reached around her shoulders and somehow was able to turn around pulling her into the tub with me. We fought and she removed her hand and I was able to spit the awful tasting cloth from my mouth but the taste remained. We were both in the tub side by side wrestling and yelling at each other when my mother burst into the bathroom. "What is going on here?" She yelled. We stopped fighting. "Asshole" Tanya stood up, her clothes were soaking wet and covered with bubble bath. I started to laugh when I saw her looking so ridicules, which only made her madder. She climbed out of the tub almost slipping on the wet floor. "We were just playing," the "twit" said so innocently. Mom just told us to be careful and left the room. Tanya pulled the plug and as it was draining took off all her clothes so we were both naked. Maybe I should have been embarrassed with her being naked in front of me but then I was just as naked as she was; my George mind told me that this was wrong but Elsa said so what, we are both girls. I was still pissed at the "shit head" as she used the spray to rinse me, and the tub, off. She wrapped a big fluffy towel around me and, as usual, and with what became a routine, lifted me and wrapped me around her so that I was being carried like a little kid with my legs wrapped around her waist. She took me to my room and got a short night gown out of my draw where most of the girl's clothes I was given were. She got me into it, carried me to my bed and tucked me in bed and put the doll Edna gave me in bed with me, how embarrassing. "Let me tell you something little sister, mom and I talked it over and here is what your shitty life is going to be until we, actually I, see different. I did say that I will turn you back after the wedding, and as I also said a few minutes ago, I didn't say how long after. Don't even think about it happening until the end of summer, maybe not even then. Until that happens mom said I am in charge of you and I can do whatever I went, as long as it is legal. So, little sister, prepare for a long, fun filled summer being my sweet little sister, Good night and sweet dreams." The bitch bent down and kissed me on my forehead. As she left the room I don't think she heard me say, under my breath, "Fuck you bitch." After breakfast the next day, Monday, "frog face" got me dressed in a girl's shirt and shorts while mom got dressed. We were going to bring Mrs. Cooper back the gown she loaned me. I was glad when I heard that the "Princess" wasn't going to go with mom and me to return the dress. At first I was a bit nervous about going out in public dressed as I was but then remembered that no one would recognize me because I was not the nearly six foot tall George but the barely five foot tall girl, Elsa. I was walking down the street with the gown folded neatly over one arm, along with my doll, Matilda; I don't remember taking her with me but there she was, and my other hand holding my mothers. We got to Mrs. Coopers where I was introduced as a niece, Elsa, who would be staying here for awhile. Mrs. Cooper called Lydia to take her dress and show me her room while the adults talked. It reminded me of Casey Stingle; it was de-javu all over again, the adults talking while the little girls got acquainted. I followed the little snot to her room where she showed me all her toys and dolls and crap. Fortunately the "grown up's" didn't have much to say because just about a half hour later mom and I were walking hand in hand back home, as with taking my doll with me; this hand holding came sort of automatically, I did it unconsciously. About an hour before bed time I was again told that Tanya would bathe me and get me ready for bed; when is this shit going to stop? I was ready for her this time and put up a fight right away. I pulled her into the tub with me when she attempted to bathe me. If she was going to treat me like a little girl, I was going to act like one; the battle of wills was on and I was sure I was going to win, but I soon found I had a worthy adversary. When I pulled her in she got right back out, took all her wet clothes off and climbed back in with me and bathed me while we were both in the tub together. Oh! I might add here that from that time on, when she bathed me, she did it that way, with us both in the tub together. We both got into our night gowns and went to watch some TV and have something to drink. I soon felt drowsy so Tanya carried me to bed and tucked me in with Matilda. I was woken up the next morning by my mother who was dressing for work; she said she had some things to tell me, I knew I wasn't going to like what she said because my "shit face sister" stood next to her smiling. I never understood why she, they, just didn't turn me back to who I really was and let things alone but they didn't, so I grudgingly went along with them. (I sometimes wonder if the Amulet had something to do with my docilness). The rules were, "Fuck face" was to be my boss and I was to do whatever she said or I would be punished. How the hell was I going to be punished? What could be worse than what was happening, grounding? Going to bed without supper? O. M. G. not spanking!! I don't know where the "bitch" got the dress she got me into but it was obviously one that was given to me either but Mrs. Cooper or by Edna's mother because I had never seen "puke face" wear it before. It was defiantly a party dress, all pink and ruffled with a stiff petticoat under the skirt pushing it out almost horizontally. It had the usual short puffy sleeves and lace edges all over. She put the pink ankle sox with lace tops on my feet, and the white Mary Jane shoes while she had me sitting on top of her dresser as she usually does when dressing me. I was really getting pissed off with being treated this way and told her so. She lifted me in her arms and carried me to mom's room to show mom how pretty I looked. I hated being carried around like this too. Mom kissed us both goodbye and told me to obey my sister and be a good little girl. I demanded to be put down and struggled to get free. I was able to struggle us both to mom's bed which we fell onto and we sort of got into a tickle fight. I started giggling and laughing; having the strength of a little girl sort of limits any fighting I wanted to do. I wound up with the "Prima Donna" lying on top of me tickling for all she was worth until I felt sure I was going to piss my panties. I managed to stop her finally. We stood up and she pulled my dress down and back in place. "When the fuck are you going to stop this foolishness and put me back the way I belong? I am tired of being treated like a little girl. I want to be normal again," I shouted at her as she was fixing my dress. "Don't complain. I wanted to make you like a two year old still in diapers, but mom said that if I did that I would be the one to change you all the time. I didn't like that so she convinced me to make you eight years old; I was going to settle for six but she stuck to her guns so eight you are, but I still am treating you like you are six and I will keep it up until I change my mind or mom makes me stop and you are back to normal. By the way little sister, we both did settle on a time to change you back unless we do it before, so stop complaining. Now why don't you watch some TV while I do the dishes and clean up the house, then we can go to the mall, and if you are a good little girl I may let you see Wally? Would you like that sweetie?" I did want to see Wally; after all he is my boyfriend, even though he doesn't know that I am ...George...Wow. I almost forgot my name. I watched TV for a little over an hour while the "evil witch" did some cleaning up in our rooms. I think that if I knew what she was doing, there would have been another fight that I probably would have lost, as usual. Finally she finished and joined me for awhile watching the tube. "Let's go to the mall for lunch little sister," she said and handed me a white shoulder bag and a pair of pink lace gloves. If I really was a six year old girl, or a cross dressing boy, I would have been thrilled to be dressed like this; but I wasn't, so I felt ridiculous. We caught the bus at the corner. Being this small, and wearing such a short dress made it a bit difficult climbing the stairs to the bus but my "nanny" helped me up. The mall was boring as hell. All I was allowed to do was to sit still and not get my dress soiled or torn while the "bitch" met her friends, the usual ones, Betty, Tom and Dick. I was introduced as a cousin from out of town who will be staying for awhile. I got all the ahh's and ooo's and how cute and how pretties that I could stomach. At lunch we went for pizza, the place where Wally worked, and I was made to get the order at the counter where Wally was. It broke my heart to be so close to him and not be able to say or do anything other than to smile at him. The rest of the day at the mall was boring and I was glad to get home. We were not home long before mom came home. The first thing I did was to ask her if I could get out of my dress and into something more casual, she said I could and told "shit breath" to take me to her room and change me. It was then that I got pissed off even more. Remember me telling you that she was doing a lot of work this morning while I had to sit around like a "China doll?" Well, what she was doing was moving all my stuff to her room so we could share it like two sisters. Mom, as usual, sided with "Frog Face" and said that it was a good idea. The rest of the week was pretty much the same, me being dressed in party dresses, and sitting by myself, while my "Evil-step sister" and her friends had fun at the mall. Saturday was usually shopping day. Mom and Tanya usually did the food shopping but since I had nothing to do and "The Princess" did, I was delegated to go with mom. I thought it would be boring but it wasn't. Mom and I had fun and she at least treated me like I was her other daughter and not like some baby. We met Mrs. Cooper and Lydia at the market; I was glad to see Lydia and gave her a hug when we saw each other. The four of us finished shopping at about the same time and before we split off to go home, Mrs. Cooper asked mom if it was alright it I went to play with Lydia the next day, she was having a pool party and I could get to meet some other girls my age; I thought that it might be fun so I told mom I would like to go, (What?). Why was I so excited to be going to hang out with a bunch of little girls? At least I would be doing something other than sitting alone. I woke up early the next day knowing it would be different than the past three weeks or so, I was excited. After breakfast I dressed in one of the bathing suits I found among all the clothes I had been given. I wore a pair of shorts and a sleeveless top over it and mom packed a change of clothes for me for after swimming. The "snot" and her friends also were going swimming but they were going to the beach. Mom walked me to Mrs. Coopers. At least she didn't hold my hand crossing the street as if was a little girl. I carried my change of clothes in a pink back pack. We met Mrs. Cooper at her front door and she showed me to the back yard where Lydia and her friends were already in the pool. I saw Lydia and two other girls splashing in an above ground pool. I was introduced to Amy and Beth while stripping off my shorts and top. They all hugged me hello. I wasn't sure that I was going to have fun hanging out with a bunch of little girls but I soon fit in and was swimming and splashing as if I was one of them. We stopped for lunch and just talked. I was greatly surprised to find out that I could remember very little of my past when they asked me about myself. I realized that I could my remember anything before the wedding that I borrowed Lydia's gown for, it scared me a lot. I couldn't remember things like...what school I went to...any of my old girl friends, or boyfriends...and if I was going to go to their school. That was so weird. Maybe I had some sort of amnesia; I would have to talk to mom when I went home. Back to swimming, it was so much fun without any boys being there bothering us, at least that is what the girls said. After swimming Amy suggested we play what she called "story book." That turned out to be dressing in some costumes that Lydia had. There were about a dozen or so and I chose one that looked like, and was supposed to be, a Snow White costume, while Lydia wore a Cinderella and Amy and Beth wore princess costumes. We played until it was time for the girls to go home and mom came to pick me up. I wore my Snow White costume home. I sat at the kitchen table while mom fixed supper because I wanted to talk to her about why I couldn't remember things. She looked at me sort of funny like for a few seconds before speaking. She told me that I had been sick and caught amnesia and that I wasn't her daughter, or Tanya's sister. I was a really her niece, and my parents died in an accident just before the wedding and she took me in and I was going to live with her and Tanya. So...no wonder the "bitch" hated me, we really weren't sisters. After that day I spent most of my time with Lydia and the other girls. We had sleepovers at each others houses, except mine because I didn't want my best girl friends to see what a bitch I had for a sister. It was the end of August and mom told me that my birthday was coming up; I was going to be nine years old. One day I came home from playing with my friends and mom and Tanya were sitting at the kitchen table, Tanya was crying. I really didn't care; well, maybe a little because for the past few weeks she was starting to be nice to me. I asked her what the matter was. She told me a story that was a bit confusing to me; it seemed that she had gone to her safety deposit box to get "The Pendant" out so she could make everything right. She decided to wear it home. On the way home someone walked up to her and grabbed it off from around her neck and ran away with it. I had no idea what she was talking about, what pendant, and if it was so valuable she had to keep it in a safety deposit box, why was she wearing it I the street? I felt a little bad about it but with my birthday in three days, I had other things to think about. The next day mom and Tanya took me shopping for a birthday dress. I was allowed to pick one out myself, and that was hard, there were so many pretty dresses there. I finally picked out a pink one with four rows of ruffles on the skirt. The top was sleeveless and there was a wide pink ribbon around the waist that tied in a bow in front, it came to just below my knees and the skirt was pushed out by stiff netting. It was a lot prettier than, and not as babyish as, the ones Tanya made me wear when I first moved here. The night before my party mom fixed my hair and polished my nails with pink polish that matched my dress. Tanya was being a pain in the ass, hovering around us and trying to do something for me as if she owed me money or something. Maybe now that I was going to be a big girl maybe she was going to like me better, I hope so. The party was fun and small, just my three best friends, Lydia, Amy and Beth. I got a starter make up kit from Tanya and mom, and my girlfriends chipped in and bought me some music videos, which we watched after the party. About two weeks later school started and mom made arrangements for me to attend the same school as my three best friends. School was fun but we had to wear those stupid uniforms, Yuk! Now that I was a big nine years old my Tanya and mom said that I could have my own room so I took over the spare room. Lydia, Amy and Beth helped me decorate it and we had a sleepover that weekend and swore that we all would be best friends forever. THE END