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My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter Two
I wasn't sure exactly how my life had taken this turn but I was pretty
sure with less than 1 day under the same roof as Sherri, my domineering
little sister, and another 29 to go I hadn't even begun to see the
changes. What made it worse was that my fianc? Amy seemed to be
encouraging her, or at least letting herself be encouraged by what Sherri
was doing. I had thought once I moved away from home, and then Sherri as
well with us ending up in completely separate cities that I didn't have to
worry ever again about the indignities subjected on me when we were
younger but now less than a decade later here we were again.
I had thought I was in a pretty good place in life, I was a manager in the
human resources department of a very big company, I had an absolutely
gorgeous woman who had said yes when I asked her to marry me, and best of
all several hours drive between me and my sister. But now I wasn't sure
where anything stood. My sister was not hours away but living in my
upstairs guest room, after last night and then more planned for today I
wasn't sure my fianc? would ever look at me the same again, let alone
want to marry me. That only left work. Here I was addressing the latest
group of trainees for our call center operations, and yet I think I was
more nervous than any of them, I felt like they could see right through
me. Of course seeing through me might not have meant much but if they
could have seen through my clothes I probably would have been out a job.
My sister had been quick to re-establish her favorite childhood game of
holding me down and twisting my arm until I declared myself a prissy
little princess named Tiffany and pleaded to be let up. Sherri and Amy
were so looking forward to taking me shopping for girls clothes to make me
into Tiffany that when I declared I couldn't get out of this address they
decided to punish me. Not that they called it a punishment, oh no, this
was something nice they were doing for me to keep me from getting bored at
work until I could take an early day after this and have a long weekend
for more of their 'fun'. Because they were being so nice to me like this
I had spent the morning massaging both their feet as a thank you. The
whole time I had been doing this I had been wearing nothing more than my
younger, but slightly taller, sister's lingerie. A lacy push-up bra, and
matching panties with ruffles of lace across the seat and garter belt, all
in hot pink, and black thigh high stockings.
The reason I was so concerned about the ludicrous idea of anyone seeing
under my clothes is that beneath my prim and professional business suit I
was still wearing that exact same lingerie. It certainly wasn't boring,
which was the promised result, in fact I was pretty distracted, if I moved
wrong I would feel a garter strap tight against my thigh or I would see
one of the new employees looking at me intently an have to wonder if maybe
despite the fact that I kept my suit jacket done up could they somehow
make out the bra underneath my shirt? I was mostly on cruise control
delivering the same welcoming speech I did with every new batch finally
coming to the question and answer portion at the end. Each question I
dreaded someone not only having somehow noticed my unusual underwear but
calling me out on it, but of course no-one did. It was the same questions
every group asked, a third of which were questions I had already answered
during my speech; and I thought I was distracted, what was their excuse?
In the midst of the Q&A there was an interruption in the form of music the
first thing that immediately struck me was that it was coming from my cell
phone. Everyone kind of chuckled, I'm not sure if it was just the fact
that my cell phone was ringing while I was leading this discussion or that
the exact piece of music had the lyrics, "I'm just a girl, little ol' me,
don't let me out of your sight. I'm just a girl, pretty and petite, so
don't let me have any rights." That was as far as it got before I
dismissed the incoming call from my sister to voicemail. In case it was
the choice in ring tone that caused the amusement I sheepishly explained
the tone was for my sister. I know I had never had No Doubt on my phone
before and wondered at what point during the preceding 24 hours Sherri had
gotten hold of my phone to set that up, but there was no wondering about
the message she was sending to me just by having that ring tone, feminine
helplessness, welcome to my weekend.
Once the address was over I slunk back to my office to check the message
on my cell phone, but the voice I got was not my sister but rather Amy.
"Hi Tiffany," she paused to giggle and I could feel my cheek flushing, my
fianc? was now referring to me as Tiffany. "Sherri and I are having so
much fun, I can't wait for you to join us. Oh here your sister wants a
word."
"Hey Princess," My delightful sister, I was just glad I'd had the
forethought to not take the message on speaker phone. "Give me a text
when you leave that boring old office, and meet us at Midtown mall."
"Great" I muttered. Midtown mall; big enough to warrant a little
anonymity but that was because there was always a pretty decent crowd of
people there. How many people were going to see that I was shopping for
women's clothes, at least with it just being 10:30 the mall wouldn't have
been open long so it might still be fairly thin crowds and with it being
Friday all the teenagers and other children wouldn't show up until later.
Amy had dropped me off this morning so I had to call a taxi and as I got
in and told the driver my destination I text messaged Sherri to let her
know I was on my way. Almost immediately my phone gave a flirty and
feminine call of "yoo-hoo" as her response came; another unfamiliar sound.
"Meet us at Maison." that was the message from Sherri. I didn't know what
this place was but I imagined I could figure it out when I got there,
because right now I was more concerned with checking to see what else
Sherri had messed with on my phone. My default ringtone was still the
same, it sounded like an old fashioned telephone, the kind with bells
inside. I?m not sure if it was because I was nervous or just that the
cab driver wanted the temperature to match his native country but I was
finding it pretty warm so I slipped off my jacket and checked a couple
other settings on the phone and the only other surprise I found was in the
alarms section. I hadn't set an alarm for 12:10 and I certainly was not
familiar with a ringtone called, ?heyeverybody', I didn't even bother
listening to it and turned off the alarm, that was one less likely
embarrassing moment in my day.
I didn't have too much more time to wait until the cab got to the mall.
Once I was inside I started looking around for the store she had
mentioned, before I located it I saw the next best thing, an information
kiosk. There was no-one in line so I just walked up. The girl behind the
counter didn't look old enough to be anywhere other than school right now
but maybe it was just that the ring through her lip made her look immature
in my eyes.
"Hi I'm looking for a store called Maison."
She smiled although her expression was oddly more amused than friendly,
"Sure thing, la Petite Maison d'amour just keep going down this hallway,
it'll turn and it's on the right. Treating yourself to something nice?"
I smiled in a friendly way, "A little something for my fianc?." but was
taken aback when she raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Just so you know if you are wearing a white shirt you should avoid a
bright colored bra like red or hot pink." The bra! I forgot that I had
taken off my jacket in the cab, and more importantly why I had been
keeping it on. I slipped my jacket back on and mumbled a sheepish thanks.
"No problem, you have fun now." she called as I shuffled away embarrassed.
Just great, I hadn't even met up with the girls and I had managed to
embarrass myself in front of a mall employee. Finally I arrived at la
Petite Maison d'amour, Being greeted by windows full of mannequins being
barely dressed in tiny wisps of soft materials and lace. The sort of
lingerie store where plain or cotton would clearly be considered rude
words. The d?cor was made up of lots of dark reds and blacks, which
despite the excellent lighting gave the store a romantic, seductive feel
to it. I wasn't even looking around for the girls a minute when another
young thing looking fresh out of high-school came up to me.
"Hi there, are you looking for your friends?" clearly she was expecting
me, my natural inclination was to take this as a bad sign and I chose not
to dispute that yet. I nodded and she led me back into the store,
"They're back here. I think this is so awesome for you. You are so
brave."
I didn't want to let on that I wasn't sure why she thought me brave and
that I certainly wouldn't consider this awesome but just mumbled thanks
and let her lead me to where Amy and Sherri were standing with another
store employee looking through racks of naughtiness. "Here's our pretty
boy," Sherri said as we walked up. I wanted to immediately demand to know
what they had been telling these ladies but played along as our shopper
whose name-tag read ?Maria' immediately pulled a tape measure out of her
pocket and asked me to take off my jacket. I hesitated a moment at
risking someone else seeing my bra but I realized there was no hiding why
I was here, she would know I was going to be wearing lingerie before the
day was out why worry about her seeing this one.
After a couple quick measurements she concluded, "I think our girl here
will be a 38-C bra and large everything else, but I want to go check the
back for something. Why don't you three pick out a few things and I'll be
right back?"
"What have you girls been telling people?" I demanded as soon as Maria was
out of earshot.
Sherri frowned, "First off, can that attitude Princess, I don't want to
hear any more of that today. As far as what we told the staff, we told
them that my brother, Amy's fianc? wanted to try becoming a girl for the
weekend. They all think you're very brave for admitting this to her,
would you rather I told them the truth, that I held you down, and made you
squeal like a little girl and plead for me to dress you up and make you
all prissy rather than beat you up?"
Given that option it was clear that what they did, while it carried it's
own humiliation, was preferable. "No," I admitted, "You were right, thank
you for not telling them that."
Sherri nodded, "You're welcome Tiffany, just keep that in mind, and try to
remember what happened the last time you complained about the games we
used to play." I remembered the incident she was talking about and just
thinking about it made me shudder. Sherri could see that Amy was curious
so she started recalling the tale. "After the second or third time I made
him dress up he went to mom and complained that I was mean and dressed him
up like a girl when she left us alone."
"Did you get in trouble?" Amy asked as she started searching through a
rack of bras looking for my size.
Sherri laughed, "No, Mom just told him that he was a boy and he was older
than me. If he didn't want me picking on him he should stand up to me.
When he tried to it was even funnier, but I think I'll let him to you that
story."
Amy didn't have a chance to ask me about that little joy of an experience
because Maria was back and she was carrying something, two soft flesh
colored nearly round balls of what looked like silicone. "Take a look at
these, we sell these to women who have lost a breast to cancer, they come
in a variety of sizes, but I think the best for our girl here would be
these ones. Here let's go to the fitting room and see how she looks with
her breasts."
All four of us paraded to the fitting rooms, I was nervous and not so
anxious as the girls so Sherri and Amy took my hands, to anyone else it
looked like a gesture of comfort but in reality they were hurrying me
along. Once we got there I was ushered not into a tiny cubicle as I might
have expected but a room, not big but certainly big enough for two people
to move around each other easily or three if a little more cozy. It had a
small vanity desk with a huge mirror and a little chair, I imagined that
was for atmosphere, I couldn't see anyone touching up their make-up in the
change room of a lingerie store.
Maria came in with me first while the girls waited outside, and she
instructed me to strip my upper half. The shirt and jacket soon found
themselves on the chair and I stood there wearing nothing but my sisters
hot pink push-up bra, but at least I still had my pants on, she couldn't
see the matching panties and garter belt, at least not yet.
Maria eyed my chest which bore the results of the previous night, when
before I went to bed the girls had used up three of Amy?s razors shaving
all the hair from my arms, legs, and chest, even my underarms were now as
bare as a child. "Smooth, huh? Very nice, nothing looks worse than a
pretty bra over nasty chest hair." I wanted to ask if she was speaking
from experience with guys before but didn't find the nerve.
She unhooked my bra and fastened one of the other bras the girls had
picked out around me, adjusting the shoulder straps and getting it just in
the right place. I was facing away from the mirror so I couldn't really
see myself but I could look down at my new bra. It was white and if
anything was even lacier than the one I had just taken off. Once she was
satisfied with the position she placed the false breasts into my cups and
again adjusted them for best effect, before looking me up and down. "Just
as I thought, that is the prefect fit for you. Take a look, what do you
think?" I turned around and was quite surprised at what I saw, the breasts
looked very real, from the neck to the waist I might very well have been
looking at my sister. I guess I was speechless because after a moment
Maria prompted me with a drawn out, "So?"
What else could I say, "It looks great. I can't believe this isn't really
a woman's body." as much as I didn't like the situation there was no
denying that much, and I was supposed to be playing along that this was
something I wanted.
"All right, excellent I'll go tell your sister and your fianc? that you
are ready. Now you can try on anything you want but there are two rules,
first, your own underwear stays on underneath whatever you try on, that is
just for hygienic reasons. The second rule is you don't come out of this
room unless you are fully dressed, okay?" I nodded and she went off to
get the girls.
I can't really keep track of all the different things that they had me try
on over the next hour or so, standing in nothing but my lingerie as they
ran in and out of the change room bringing me new things to try one. As
well as the panties and garter belt to match my new bra, "A pretty girl
life Tiffany should always have garters and stockings." Sherri said, I
think they brought me just about every nightgown the store had in my size.
After a while they found what Amy declared to be ?the one'. It was what
they called a baby doll style in very light blue. The entire thing was
made of lace and very see-through. It had cups like a bra but then flared
a little from there, the bottom had three layers of ruffled sheer material
and the whole thing ended just a couple of inches bellow my bottom.
"Oh we have to get you this, you look so cute in it." Amy cooed. I
blushed again, having stopped my initial barrage of constant blushing
within the first fifteen minutes.
"Hang on, there is one last thing I want Tiffany to try." Sherri said
before leaving the room.
While she was gone Amy trailed her fingers along the top of the nightie,
"You really look hot with your body all smooth like this, if I said I
liked it would you keep it this way for me?"
There was only a moment of hesitation for me, "I guess if you really like
it, I can keep myself shaved." Amy threw her arms around me and locked
her lips on mine, but this wasn't the same as other kisses we'd shared,
for once she was the aggressive one, her hands rubbing up and down my back
pressing the lace against my body and brushing her fingers along the
frilly trim of my nightie.
We stayed like that until Sherri knocked to get back in. Despite the fact
that we were no longer entangled Amy's lipstick was a bit of a mess so
there was no doubt what we had been upto. I ignored the dirty look Sherri
shot at me as she closed and re-locked he door. The other thing Sherri
had wanted me to try turned out to be a bustier, a tube of pale pink satin
with black firm stays in it to help give it shape. The whole thing was
patterned with pictures of little black ribbon bows and it did in fact
have four black bows at the bottom, each one right above a garter strap.
It did up in the back with a whole row of hook closures and once it was on
me both girls declared it a resounding success and decided I should get
the baby doll, several lingerie sets consisting of bra, panties and garter
belt in white, black and red, all lacy and frilly, as well as the bustier,
"for a special occasion," Sherri said.
As we went out to pay for it all Sherri smirked at me, "Your credit card
is going to get a good workout today, we still have so much fun left to
come."
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