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The Princess Project I'm Ron, and my brother Tim, along with our sisters Jenny and Suzie, are two sets of twins. At sixteen, Jenny and I were the oldest, Tim and Suzie, who were twelve, were oops kids; my parents thought that mom couldn't get pregnant anymore and got a little careless. Four years went by and the next thing you know, Tim and Suzie showed up. As Tim got older, he and I bonded against our sisters, teasing and mocking them every chance we got. We called them spoiled princesses despite them being responsible for housework that we never had to do. Jen and Suzie hated the way we teased them and it seemed as if the four of us were always arguing which drove our parents over the edge. Dad was a very successful stockbroker or something like that and he seemed to make tons of money, which allowed our family to have nice cars and a big house. Mom didn't need to work and thought that Jen and I were big enough to watch Tim and Suzie, so she spent a lot of time volunteering at a nearby hospital. As the years passed, Tim and I teased the girls more and more until it became a routine for them to call mom and complain or wait till she got home and cry about how bad we'd been which would usually result in our being sent to our rooms for the evening. When mom decided that making us spend time in our rooms with our video games and PC's wasn't a punishment, she said that we would have to share the housecleaning duties with the girls; once week Tim and I would do all the cleaning and the next week, Jen and Suzie would do it. That worked out okay since Tim and I usually found ways to make things look good by hiding dirty dishes in the back of cupboards, or wasting time so that we never quite finished our share, leaving more for the girls to do the next week. It took a little time but eventually mom caught on to our tricks. One day, after our teasing them upset both Jenny and Suzie so much that they locked themselves in their rooms and refused to come out for hours, mom and dad decided that it was time to get tough. Tim and I were sent to our rooms with instructions not to come out until we were called. The smile on mom's face and the look of defeat on dad's told me that big trouble was brewing. For about fifteen minutes I heard all kinds of laughing and giggling coming from mom and the girls with an occasional "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this" from dad. It got quiet for a little while and then Tim and I were called to meet dad in the living room. "You boys have raised all the hell that's ever going to be raised in this house." Dad said sternly. "You've teased your sisters unmercifully for too long but now it's going to end. Since this princess nonsense has been such a favorite means of torment to you two, your mom and I have decided to give you a taste of your own medicine." "Everything's ready Lou," Mom called out. "Bring the princesses." Without another word, dad turned us and pushed us along until we were at Jenny's room. On her bed were two outfits, one that Jenny had worn as a Junior Bridesmaid the year before, and one that Suzie had worn as a Flower Girl in the same wedding. Jenny and Suzie couldn't contain their giggles as mom first handed me the dress Jenny had worn with a complete set of underwear, stockings, and shoes and then handed Tim the outfit that Suzie had worn. "Since you two seem to feel that being a princess is the good life, for the next week you'll be princesses" Mom told us in a very no nonsense tone of voice. "Starting now, you two are going to be the princesses of the family. Your sisters and I have taken a lot of time to pick out just the right outfits for you girls; outfits that will make you feel pretty and special, just like princesses." I turned to dad hoping he'd stick up for Tim and me but he shook his head. "There's no way out of this one, you two picked on your sisters, you told them that they lived a pampered life because they were girls even though they actually do more around here than you do. Your mom and I tried every punishment we could think of but you two simply laughed and continued harassing the girls. Since punishment didn't work, we've decided that we'll reward you instead. As your mom said, since you've been carrying on about how easy it is for the girls, we're going to let you find out first hand." Mom stepped towards me, took my arm, and began guiding me out of the room. "I'll help you get dressed sweetie," She grinned. "Putting on bras and pantyhose can be a little tricky at first and you're old enough for a little makeup too." "No way," I screamed. "I'm not letting you put this stuff on me!" "That's okay mom," Jen giggled. "I don't mind helping her." "That's very sweet of you Jenny," Mom smiled. "You can help Princess Ronnie while Suzie and I take care of Princess Timmy." I wanted to pull away and run but I saw dad looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Don't even think about it." He said in calm, scary tone. "Just go." "This is going to be so fun!" Jenny giggled as we walked back to my room. "I can't wait to see how you look in that dress. I just loved wearing it, I hope you will too." It was bad enough having to strip in front of Jenny but she took one look at my legs and pretended to barf. "Get rid of that hair, it'll show up under stockings" As soon as I finished telling her to take a hike, I heard dad in the hallway. "Do as you're told!" Dad was used to getting his own way and I knew better than to argue. I took the bottle of gunk Jenny handed me and went into my bathroom. "Take these with you," Jenny smiled as she handed me a pair of her panties. "I really don't want to see you naked." I followed the instructions and watched as the little bit of hair I had got washed away. I waited a long time to get that much hair and considered it a sign of becoming a man. Now it was gone, I was wearing a pair of Jenny's panties, and was about to put on pantyhose. My budding manhood was being taken away and I couldn't stop it from happening. Knowing that dad was right outside the door took all of the fight out of me. If there was one characteristic that anyone who met dad would use to describe him it was that he was used to getting his way. If he wanted me and Tim to be princesses for a week, we'd be princesses. No ifs, no buts, no nothing but princesses so I sat on my bed, wearing nothing but Jenny's panties and feeling incredibly stupid, as she showed me how to put on pantyhose. "Nice legs," Jenny told me when I got the stockings on and smoothed out the way she'd shown me. "You should've been a girl." "You're serious, aren't you? You're giving me a compliment, right?" "Yeah of course I am," she smiled as she handed me a bra. "I'll bet that with a cute outfit, a wig, and some makeup, no one would ever know you were a boy." "I hope no one sees me now," I shuddered as I thought of what my friends would think if they saw me. "I feel so stupid and they'd never let me live this down." That's when Jenny did something that blew my mind. She leaned over, kissed me on the top of my head, and gave me a hug. "I promise not to tell Princess," she whispered. "I think you'll make a cute twin sister." "Cut me a break, will ya?" I snapped. "I don't want to have to wear these things and I don't want to be your sister!" Jenny's smile vanished in a microsecond. "I was just trying to be nice." She pouted and handed me the bra I was going to wear. "It's not my fault that you could be a really cute girl." "Couldn't you have picked out something a little plainer?" I asked as I looked at the lace and little pink bow on the bra. "Sorry, I don't like plain." She grinned. "I never expected my brother to be wearing one of my bras or I would've asked your opinion." "Cheap shot." I fired back. "Get over it," she laughed. "Things are different now that the shoe is on the other foot, aren't they? Especially when that foot is covered with a pair of my stockings." "Oops, I almost forgot something." She began tucking rolled up panties into the bra to fill it out. "I'll bet it feels so good to have something silky rubbing against you like this, doesn't it? Probably not quite as good as it feels to wear my panties, but not bad, huh?" "Now comes the good part," She smiled as she picked up the dress I was to wear. "Not that seeing my nasty brother in panties, a bra, and stockings isn't good, but it's time for your gown, Princess." I guess you think I'm some sort of weirdo for not fighting but like I said, dad was right outside the door and since he didn't have a problem with Jenny dressing me up like some sort of doll, he might just make me go even further. Dad never went halfway on anything and who knows, if I pushed him I might just end up in dresses for a long, long time! I meekly stood and lifted my arms so that Jenny could lower the dress over my head. There was some sort of netting in it, which I got caught up in until Jenny straightened everything out and tugged the dress over my new boobs and hips and then zipped it up. "Hot stuff there sis," she whistled as she stood me in front of the mirror on my cupboard door. I couldn't believe it, the dress fit me perfectly, making me look just like Jenny did when she wore it. "We could be twins!" Jenny giggled as she made me turn from side to side so she could see how the dress looked on me. "We are twins you dork," I muttered, feeling very sick over how I looked. "You're the dork!" She laughed as she flipped the skirt showing my stockings and underwear. "I mean twin sisters. We could have a blast sharing outfits, doing each other's hair and nails, and when mom and dad let us date, we could double!" There was no way on Earth that I was going to let that happen! "I'm not going to be your twin sister; I don't even like being your twin brother!" "Tough cookies," she grinned. "Mom and dad promised me that you'd be my sister for a whole week and I could do whatever I wanted to you like dressing you up, fixing your hair, and putting makeup on you!" Jenny knew that she had me beaten; mom and dad had decided that I was going to be her twin sister for a whole week and she planned to pay me back for every rotten thing I'd ever said or done to her. She started out by happily explaining all the details of the dress, she said the skirt flared out because it had a built in petticoat. "Petticoats are tons of fun," she sighed happily. "I had a couple of them when I was little for special dresses. I used to love to twirl around in front of a mirror when I was wearing one. Girl's our age don't usually wear them unless it's for some kind of formal dress, like the one you're wearing, and even then, the petticoat's typically sewn into the dress." She gave me a pair of heels to wear and then helped me back to her room to put makeup on me. "Please dad, let me change," I begged as we passed dad in the hallway. "I promise never to tease Jenny or Suzie again." "You can change in a week," He said, as he looked me over. "You look every bit as pretty in that dress as Jenny did; who knows if Princess Timmy looks as pretty as you, I may want to take my pretty wife and daughters out to dinner." "Funny dad, very funny," I smiled, thinking that if I went along with his joke he'd leave me alone but the look on his face said that he wasn't joking. Jenny's grin went from wall to wall and she started to clap. "That would be so cool dad; I'll fix him up so no one will know that he's a boy!" Dad took out his BlackBerry. "I'll see if I can work something out this week, if not, one more day in a dress won't hurt him." I sat very still as Jenny slathered smelly liquid and powder all over my face and then went at my eyes with something to curl the lashes and more smelly stuff to color the lids. She was obviously having a great time since she kept up a steady stream of comments as she worked. "Mom would never let me wear this much makeup normally but since this is your debut as a Princess, I'm sure she won't mind. I wonder if she's gonna put any makeup on Princess Timmy, he'd be cute with some of the lip-gloss that Suzie has. By the way, you're gonna have to get your own stuff like makeup and clothes, and underwear; I guess we could share makeup, we could take turns buying it but I don't have enough outfits for two girls and I think it's creepy to share underwear. You could borrow an outfit now and then if you want, I'll help you pick out some outfits that will look good on both of us, that way it'll be cheaper and we can share." "This is all going to be over in a week Jen," I reminded her, figuring that it would upset her to have her little dream come to an end. "I'll be back to wearing pants then." "That's okay sis," she smiled as she admired her work. "Until then, you're my twin sister and I'm going to make you into a perfect young lady, a perfect princess. If daddy goes through with taking us girls to dinner, the only thing you'll have to worry about will be all the boys that want to shove their tongues down your pretty little throat!" Normally I would've thought of something to tell her that would've brought her to the verge of tears but I was too busy worrying that dad might just want to take us to dinner. If so, I hoped and prayed that Jenny was right, that no one would know that I was a boy. I was also very worried that she was right and I would have to fight boys off. She shoved something in my hands, brushed and fussed with my hair, and sprayed on perfume that she liked. "Okay, all done. Take a look." She pulled my hands up to my face and I realized that I was holding a mirror. I also realized that I saw a cute girl in the mirror! "You can admire yourself later," she tittered. "Let's go see how our new sister, Princess Timmy, looks!" When we got to Timmy's room, mom and Suzie were busy teaching him to curtsy. "Very good Timmy," Mom told him as he held out his skirt and did a curtsy. "All princesses need to know how to curtsy; you're going to be such a sweet little princess!" "W..w.. what happened to you?" Tim asked in amazement as I walked in. "It's really weird, it's like seeing two Jenny's!" "I told you so!" Jenny laughed. "You don't look anything like a boy, you're my twin sister now!" "In case you haven't noticed, my little brother's been replaced with a cute little sister." I sneered. "You look adorable in that dress, I'll bet you'd make a great flower girl." "That's enough girls, now come over here and stand next to each other," Mom ordered. "I want to take a picture of my new daughters." I stood where I was, determined not to move. "No way, I'm not going to let anyone take pictures of me like this!" Suddenly a flash went off. I turned to see Jenny standing off to one side with a camera pointed at me. I started to lunge at her to get the camera when I heard mom's voice. "Do it and you can go back to school in a dress! Now get over there next to your sister." I felt like asking which one, Jenny or Suzie but mom didn't seem in the mood for any jokes so I walked over to Timmy, being careful not to trip in the heels I was wearing. "That's it, swish that cute little butt!" Jenny shouted as I walked. "He's a natural princess, don't you think mom?" "He's got real princess potential, that's for sure." Mom laughed as I took my place next to Tim. "Smile girls!" Pictures were taken of me and Tim , individually, standing like girls stand with our hands clasped in front of us, sitting on the bed, and a few where we had to curtsy. "Please mom, don't do this." I was nearly in tears. "If anyone sees those pictures, they'll laugh me out of school and probably beat the crap out of me." "Behave and no one will see them." Mom answered. "These are my pictures to remind me of the time when I had four beautiful daughters." The rest of the day was taken up with learning how to be girls. Tim and I had to learn how to speak, walk, gesture, sit, and all that other crap. After a couple of hours, I automatically smoothed my skirt as I sat, brushed it out when I got up, and could curtsey as if I had been doing it all my life. At least Tim was lucky that he didn't have to do it all in a pair of heels but by the end of the evening, I was walking without any problems. None that is except a burning desire to wring Jenny's neck for whistling every time I walked by and constantly reminding me to sit when I went to the bathroom. Dinner that evening was so strange; Tim and me in dresses, Jenny and Suzie in jeans, constantly reminding us to take smaller bites and to sit up straight. Mom and dad were no help; they seemed to be getting a big kick out of us being at the mercy of the girls. I hoped that when it came time to go to bed, all of the crazy stuff would end but I was dead wrong. Mom told me to hang up the dress I wore so it wouldn't get messed up and that she set out some stuff for me in my bathroom. I wanted to gag when I saw what was in my bathroom; hanging from a hook was a pair of Jenny's PJ's - pink with white flowers for the pants and a white top, trimmed with pink lace at the collar and sleeves. My shampoo was gone, replaced with a bottle of shampoo that promised to make my hair soft and shiny, "Don't take a shower," mom walked in just as I was hanging up the dress. She handed me a bottle of bubble bath. "I want you to use this the rest of the week; the smell will go away by morning but I'm betting that you're really going to enjoy being pampered this way." "Thanks mom," I muttered, resigned to my fate. "I'm sorry about teasing Jenny and Suzie." "I hope you are," she said as she gave me a hug. "But the punishment stands, you and Timmy are girls for the rest of the week. She gave me a pat on my butt and shooed me off for my bath. I poured some of the bubble bath stuff into the tub and filled it with hot water. When I slid in, I was surprised at how good it felt! I hadn't taken a bubble bath since I was a little boy but I was sure that it didn't feel as good as it did now! My skin was tingling and felt as smooth as a pane of glass; especially my legs since they didn't have any hair on them. I finished washing in record time so that I could lay back and enjoy the feelings I was having. I didn't understand them but boy, did I like them; I began to think that I was right in how I teased Jenny and Suzie, girls did have it much better than boys. The next day after school, it was back to pretty dresses, silky underwear, and stockings for me and Tim. Once again, Jenny did my makeup and once again, I felt very, very confused when I saw how pretty I looked when she was all done. I never considered myself to be pretty, that would've been pretty weird, but yet, when Jenny put makeup on me, there was just no other way to describe me than to say that I was pretty. That was pretty much the routine for the entire week, when Tim and I got home, we changed into out princess outfits. Mom had done a little shopping while we were at school and we became the owners of pretty dresses and everything a girl would wear with them. I complained about mom's buying me about two dozen outfits along with enough underwear and stuff to last for months but she brushed me off saying that since we were the same size, Jenny could make use of the outfits when I was done using them. Jenny didn't care for that idea though. "Are you kidding me?" She asked. "Nearly every one of those dresses is for a party or a bridesmaid, full skirts, sheer sleeves, lots of lace. I might wear one to a really special dance but I wouldn't be caught dead wearing them anywhere else. I just sat there listened to mom and Jenny argue. I was just too stunned that mom had actually bought all of those outfits. Nearly every dress had a full skirt but only a few came with built in petticoats. Mom, being super efficient, picked up a few petticoats in white and pink for the dresses that needed them. Since Jenny had complained about my wearing her underwear, mom had also thoughtfully picked up a dozen or so pairs of panties, about as many bras, and quite a few other things girls wore under their outfits, which Jenny was only too happy to explain to me. Tim almost died when he saw all of the pretty outfits mom had bought for him. Like my new outfits, there wasn't a single every day, casual dress, in the bunch, only dresses that a girl his age would wear to a party or some other special event. Naturally, mom made sure that he had plenty of petticoats, pantyhose, panties, and stuff to go with them. Tim and I looked at each other. We didn't have to say a word; we both knew that we'd screwed up royally. Jenny couldn't resist taking a shot at our already crushed male egos. "Wow, you two are going to feel so pretty in those outfits; I'll bet you beg mom to let you keep them when the week's up!" "No way, Jenny," Tim insisted. "I hate wearing dresses!" "We'll see, princess," Jenny smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You look so pretty when you're all dressed up and I just know that you'd be a really sweet little sister." "We could have all kinds of fun if you were my sister," Suzie told him. "We could watch music videos together and dance to the songs. I could teach you some of the ballet stuff that I learned and we could even share outfits! You have such pretty dresses, I'll be they're feel so nice when you're wearing them." Timmy rolled his eyes and politely thanked Suzie. "Thanks, Suzie, but I don't want to be a girl." "Okay, but let me know if you change your mind!" Day after day, it was the same routine for me and Timmy, go to school, come home, put on a pretty dress and underwear, do our homework, and help with dinner and cleaning up. I tried to get us out of it by saying that princesses shouldn't have to do things like that but mom said that those days were over, even for princesses so we go cooking lessons, helped with the laundry, (I can't begin to tell you how fun it was to wash out the pantyhose I wore in my bathroom sink or how I felt to see my pantyhose hanging to dry in my shower), and even learned how to dance as girls. When the week finally ended, Timmy and I apologized to the girls and changed back into boy's clothes again. Mom left the outfits and underwear in our closets and drawers until she had a chance to go through the stuff with the girls and give away anything they didn't want but also as a warning as to what would happen if we teased the girls again. Everything seemed okay for a little while but after a month or so went by, I started to miss wearing pretty clothes. At first, I thought I was going nuts and did everything I could to ignore the feelings I was having but they just wouldn't go away. I'd reach for a shirt in my closet and there would be the dresses that I'd worn, hanging there, smiling at me, and inviting me to put one of them on. At night, before I took my shower, I'd go into by drawer for a pair of briefs and there'd be the panties, bras, and stockings I'd worn and they too were smiling, happy to see me, and inviting me to wear them. When I went into my bathroom, I couldn't help but think something was missing when there were no stockings hanging to dry. I mean it was just so weird, I never wanted to dress up in Jenny's clothes, and I didn't like having to wear them when I was being punished but I knew that I really, really, really, wanted to get all dressed up again! I did the best I could for weeks to ignore the weird feelings I was having but one night when I was picking out underwear for my shower, I grabbed a pair of the frilliest panties I had, silky white hip huggers with a lace waistband and took them into the shower with me. I carefully hid them under my PJ's and reached over to turn on the shower. As I did so, I spotted the bottle of bubble bath. I made sure that I had locked the door and then poured some of the sweet smelling liquid into the tub. When I slid into the bubbles, all of my cares vanished, everything was just wonderful! I stayed in the tub until the water got cold and then carefully patted myself dry just as Jenny had said that girls did. I slid the panties on and then quickly pun on my PJ's so no one would know that I was wearing panties instead of my briefs. Because of the perfume in the bubble bath, I couldn't risk going to say goodnight to mom and dad so I just called out from my partially opened door. That's another thing, I chose white panties so they wouldn't show under my PJ pants, but my pants were dark blue! The PJ's I wore as part of my punishment were white and pretty thin so dark panties would've shown under them but not the boy's PJ's I was wearing. I had hidden the panties under my PJ's and a towel when I took a shower even though no one ever came into my bathroom when I was showering. When I said goodnight, I only opened the door a little bit, afraid that someone could tell that I had used bubble bath and was wearing panties. I felt silly in a way but I just couldn't help myself; it felt so good to be wearing the panties and smell the perfume from the bubble bath as I drifted off to sleep. The next day I felt wonderful as I went to school wearing panties under my slacks. No one could possibly know that I was wearing them but it didn't matter. I knew that I was wearing a pair of silky, lace trimmed, panties and that's all that mattered! I felt like I was floating on air; I was doing something that would cause me all kinds of problems if anyone found out yet I was getting away with it. When I got home, I greeted everyone with a big smile and said that I was going to my room to study but would be back to help set the table for dinner. I got some very strange looks but I didn't care, I went straight to my room and locked the door. The instant the door locked I opened my closet door and began undressing in front of the full-length mirror. My hands were shaking as I removed my shirt, shoes, socks, and finally my slacks to reveal my panties. I stood there looking at myself in panties and grinning like a nut for several minutes until I decided that I needed something more. I hurried over to my dresser and chose one of the petticoats that mom had bought. I couldn't help but think it was so pretty with the silky fabric at the top and lots and lots of netting at the bottom. I just knew that whatever dress I chose would flare out nicely with that petticoat under it! After slipping into the petticoat, I took a few more minutes to spin in front of the mirror, giggling like a little girl. I had to get busy studying so I picked out a pretty dress and got it all zipped up, driving myself crazier with every pull of the zipper. I stood there wondering why I had to be stuck with plain looking slacks, shorts, and briefs when there was a whole world of pretty outfits that made me feel so wonderful! Unfortunately, I did have to study for a test so I had to quit my little game of dress up and start cracking the books. Just as I was putting away my petticoat, I realized that I could still enjoy being a girl while I studied; I picked out a cute pair of PJ's with clouds and Teddy Bears on them and then got busy studying. I felt so relaxed and yet so pretty and paying attention to my work seemed simple. From then on, as soon as I got home from school, it was off to my room to study. I never spent that much time studying before but now that I could wear something pretty while I studied, I spent a lot more time studying. Mom and dad didn't mind since I was getting better grades and I was helping around the house. Helping around the house was really a part of my dress up games; I imagined that I was a girl, just like Jenny and Suzie, and I had to learn to clean, cook, and do stuff like laundry like a good daughter. I wasn't really sure that wanted to be a girl but it was so much fun dressing up and pretending that I was a girl and could do things like become a cheerleader or majorette like Jenny had done or take Ballet lessons and dance on stage wearing a pretty ballet outfit like Suzie does. Sometimes, I'd even dream that I was a pretty girl going on a date with a boy and I had to find just the right outfit so he'd think that I was pretty and ask me out again. This all seemed to lead to my ultimate fantasy where I grew up, got married, and become a mom; I always enjoyed playing dress up the most when I had that fantasy! Of course playing dress up did cause a few problems for me; I had to hide the panties I wore until no one else was home and I could do laundry, I had to make sure that I wore briefs on days when I'd have gym since I didn't want to pull my pants down in the locker room and let everyone see the pretty panties I was wearing. Another big problem was that I was getting tired of only being able to play dress up in my room; I missed being able to walk around the house, to set and clear the dinner table, help with laundry and house cleaning, all while wearing a dress. Somehow, I had to find a way to get out of my room while I was dressed up or I was going to go stir crazy! I figured that there would be at least one day a week when Jenny would have Cheerleading or Majorette practice and Suzie would have Ballet lessons. Mom would drop Jenny off and then, when Suzie finished, the three of them would stop for a burger or do a little shopping if it was a weekend. Sometimes Dad would take Tim out to a Monster Truck show or something and I'd have the house to myself. I would've loved to be Jenny or even Suzie but I had to settle for dreaming about being a girl and doing what they got to do. Even if Tim was home, dad usually went off somewhere he always stayed in his room playing games on his PC. I could typically count on him being tied up for a couple of hours; he'd take a snack in with him and since he had his own bathroom, I didn't need to worry about him wandering the house and catching me in one of my dresses. Whenever one of these chances came up, I was ready for it. I'd plan everything out days ahead of time; what dress I planned on wearing, the underwear I wanted with it, would I do a little housework or put my panties in the wash? By the time the last person was out of the house, I'd have my dress, petticoat, bra, stockings, and heels set out and ready to be put on. I always waited about fifteen minutes or so to make sure that no one had forgotten anything and was coming back. If Timmy was going to be home, I'd tell him that I was going to play a game or fool around in a chat room, or maybe do some laundry so that he wouldn't come looking for me. After I made sure that no one was coming back and Timmy wouldn't be a problem, I was out of my boy stuff in a hot second! I'd get all dressed up and maybe put the dishes in the dishwasher or put the panties I'd worn in the wash, or sometimes just walk around the house, pretending that I was a housewife. One of my favorite fantasies was to pretend that I was a lady at a special dance; I'd curtsy to the handsome man that was my partner, take his hand, and let him lead me around the dance floor and tell me how beautiful I was. By the time I had to change back to being a boy, I was as happy as could be! Even though I really liked my pretty dresses and petticoats, I remembered how Jenny didn't want my old dresses when my punishment was over. They were really pretty; I loved wearing them, and felt so special when I did, so why didn't she want them? Then it hit me, I never saw girls wearing the kind of dresses I had. They mostly wore jeans or denim skirts; if they did wear dresses they wore some really cute ones but nowhere near as fancy as my dresses. From then on, I started wearing Jenny's clothes when I played dress up. I watched to see what she wore when she was dressed up and whenever I could, I snuck her fashion magazines to study so that I'd know how to dress like a regular girl instead of a princess. Unfortunately, I couldn't wear a petticoat with Jenny's dresses but that was okay because I started wearing her slips and camisoles, which were in a way even nicer than a petticoat. Even though they didn't flair out, Jenny's slips felt so nice and silky, just like my panties, and all of her slips had such pretty lace trim on them, something my petticoats didn't. After a couple of months of wearing dresses, I got the urge to try on some of Jenny's other clothes so I started wearing her jeans and shorts with cute tops, socks or sometimes sandals. I was kinda surprised at first when I liked wearing jeans as much as skirts and dresses but they were still girl's clothes and I wore a bra and panties under them so I still felt really girly, you know? I got to be pretty good with putting together an outfit, that's what they called matching clothes in Jenny's magazines. I'd combine a white cami top that had a lace edging at the bottom with a cute pink top, a denim skirt, and a pair of pink sandals. Yeah, I know I could've worn jeans or shorts and sometimes I did, but I can't help it, I love wearing skirts and dresses! I experimented with Jenny's makeup, learning how to use eye shadow to emphasize my pretty green eyes, how to use just enough foundation and blush to look hot without looking like a tramp. I practiced until I could line my lips with a darker color and then fill them in with a lighter shade of lipstick. Sometimes I even used a little of her perfume; it made me feel so good cause no matter what I was doing, it made me feel like a girl! I was having a ball; I studied about fashion and makeup, I watched the girls at school to pick up on stuff like the way they stood and walked, how they talked, and anything else I could possibly learn about being a girl. I know that Jenny gave me girl lessons when I was being punished but a couple of lessons just wasn't enough to let me reach the goal I'd set for myself - being able to go out in public as a girl and not have anyone notice! Things were going great until one Saturday when it was going to be just me and Timmy at home. As usual, I planned my outfit, smuggled some makeup and clothes from Jenny's room, and told Tim that I was going to help mom with the laundry. When everyone left, I made a big show of going to the basement and making plenty of noise to convince Tim that I was busy down there and then snuck back to my room to change. I was already wearing panties so I put on one of my bras, stuffed it with more panties, pulled on a blue and white striped top that looked good on me and Jenny, stepped into a short denim skirt and some flip flops before doing my makeup. I wore that outfit for a little over an hour before I decided to do something daring; as quietly as I could, I went to Jenny's room and took one of her majorette uniforms back to my room. The uniform was so cute; it was mostly blue with a pleated skirt that had a gold background. I'd tried it on a couple of times before but this was going to be the first time I'd ever worn it and pretend to be a majorette! I pulled on a pair of tan stockings that were sheer to the waist; I didn't want to wear the usual ones since the dark section at the top of the leg would show when my skirt flipped around. I slipped on the white boots, put on a little more lipstick and eye shadow like Jenny always did when she was going to be in a parade, grabbed a baton I'd borrowed from her and headed to the basement to practice twirling. I was hurrying out of my room, anxious to get down to the basement when I bumped into Timmy in the hall. It took us a few seconds to check each other out before we said "You too?" at the same time. Timmy was wearing one of Suzie's ballet outfits, pale pink top, white leotards, and a dark pink tutu. He looked me over as thoroughly as I was looking him over. After the shock of seeing each other in our sister's clothes wore off, we both started to laugh. "You make a cute Ballerina," I giggled. "How long have you been doing this?" "A couple of weeks," he shrugged. "I saw Suzie dressed up for her last recital and suddenly I wanted to be a Ballerina too. She's so lucky, she gets to wear pretty stuff like this, be a Girl Scout, and has tons of pretty clothes; I wish I could switch places with her. I had so much fun when we were princesses, I wish we could dress like that more often; the dresses were so pretty, I got to wear stockings every day, and the petticoats..." "Were to die for!" I smiled as I completed his sentence. "I know exactly what you mean; a couple of months ago I saw a pair of panties in my drawer when I was getting ready for a shower and I just had to wear them! You know all those times I said that was doing homework? I really did my homework but I did it while I was wearing those cute PJ's mom bought me and panties. Sometimes I'd get all dressed like a princess again; that's why I help with the housework and stuff, I think that I'm a girl when I do it." "I liked the way mom, dad, and the girls treated us when we were princesses," Timmy smiled, remembering our time in skirts. "I don't mind helping with the housework cause we all get along, just like that week." "How about we talk while I fix you up just like Suzie looks for a recital?" I offered my new sister. "I'll bet you've never worn makeup when you dressed up, have you?" Timmy's face brightened up like a spotlight. "Wow, that would be really sweet of you! You look really pretty, just like Jenny does when she's in a parade." His compliment made me feel so good that I kissed him on his cheek and pulled him close for a big hug. "Let's go sis, I'm going to make you so pretty you won't want to be a boy anymore!" I playfully threatened as I took his arm. "Can you teach me how to dress up in Suzie's stuff?" He pleaded as we went back into my room. "I wish I could look like the girls at school; being a princess is fun but I want to look like a regular girl sometimes too." I promised to teach him everything I knew about clothes as I put a little blush and lip gloss on him. I brushed his hair from the middle giving him some bangs and then attached one of Suzie's barrettes that matched his Tutu. I took him over to see himself in my mirror. "This is really neat!" He gushed as he tried to do a pirouette. "I look like a girl now." "I'll bet that if you wore a wig, no one would know that you weren't Suzie; you could probably even go to one of her ballet classes." "Do you think so?" He asked anxiously. "That would be so fun! Did you know that I watched her practice and I've seen all of the recitals that mom recorded so that I can be a Ballerina too." We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about girl stuff while he tried on some of Suzie's stuff. He looked like a cute little girl in her school uniform and was all set for the beach in her two-piece bathing suit. Just for kicks we took pictures of each other with my digital camera and put them on my PC. It would be fun to see ourselves as Ballerinas and Majorettes whenever we wanted and no one else would ever know! It was a lot more fun playing dress up with Timmy; sometimes he'd come to my room after school to "study" with me while we wore cute outfits and sometimes Timmy would stay home with me on weekends to play dress up, he'd tell mom and dad that I was helping him with a really tough online game or something. As soon as everyone left, he'd rush to my room and we'd become sisters. Sometimes we'd record fashion shows where we'd model Suzie and Jenny's clothes or one of our pretty princess dresses; I'd put them on my PC in a folder that only we knew about and then password protect it so no one could get into it. Playing house became one of our favorite things to do; sometimes he was the mommy and I'd be his daughter, other times I was the mom and he was my little girl. Playing house got to be a bunch of fun; when Timmy was the mom, he'd put on one of Jenny's dresses to look older. When I was the mom, I'd dress up in some of mom's clothes which is how I learned about garter belts and nylons that made me feel all grown up and sexy! We were in the middle of playing house one afternoon, I was the mom, wearing one of mom's best dresses, her matching black lace bra, slip, garter belt, and panties, with a pair of sexy looking black stockings that had a pink rose at each ankle, and a pair of her high heels that she only wore when she wanted to be really dressed up. Timmy was wearing one of Suzie's short sets with his favorite panties and one of Suzie's training bras. He had brushed his hair as best he could and had a ribbon in it that matched his shorts set. We were having fun; I had made lunch for us and was busy chatting with my daughter about school, ballet classes, and boys when I heard Jenny's voice. "What in the world are you two doing? Does mom know you're wearing her favorite outfit that she only wears when dad takes her to dinner?" "You look cute Timmy," Suzie added. "I never liked that outfit; you can have it if you want." "Please don't say anything to mom and dad, please Jenny?" I was on the verge of tears. "We were just fooling around this one time; mom and dad will kill us if they find out." "Get serious Ron," Jenny scoffed. "You didn't just put on mom's dress by accident, you're as good as mom when it comes to walking in those heels, your makeup's perfect, and I happen to know that if you're wearing those stockings, you must be wearing a garter belt too!" It was just mine and Timmy's luck that what the girls had planned for the afternoon didn't work out so they walked home. Timmy and I were so busy being mommy and her little girl that we never heard the door open when they came in. I was so upset that I began to cry. "Please don't tell on us Jenny, please? I'll do anything you want, just don't tell anyone about this." Jenny shook her head and laughed. "Calm down sis, you're mascara's starting to run." Jenny handed me a tissue and gave me a peck on the cheek. "We won't squeal on you, will we Suzie?" "I guess not," Suzie smiled. "But it should cost them since they were always so mean to us!" "We're sorry; we'll do anything you want, right Timmy?" "Yeah, anything," he agreed. "We want you to be our sisters!" Jenny announced. "Suzie and I loved it when you two were princesses, it was great having sisters." "What would we have to do" Timmy asked, showing more than a little fear. "Are you gonna make us dress up around mom and dad?" "No, we don't want to hurt you." Suzie answered. "But you'll have to become our sisters any time we want you to be. When we're sisters we could do girl stuff together, like fashion shows, or doing our nails, or watching Hanna Montana." "I could do that," Timmy quickly agreed. "It sounds like fun! Ron and I have put on lots of fashion shows; we put them on our PC's so we could watch them whenever we wanted to." Jenny looked at me and smiled, "You'll share them with your sisters, won't you?" "You promise not to tell on us?" "We'll never tell anyone, okay?" she asked. "You're our sisters, now show us the videos." "You two look hot!" Jenny told Timmy and me as we watched the videos together. You shouldn't be boys, you're way too pretty!" I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her cheek. "You are so sweet; I'm gonna like being your sister!" Jenny put her arm around me and gave me a great big squeeze. "Can you teach me how to walk in heels like that?" She pointed to mom's shoes. "It looks so sexy when you walk!" "Anything for my sister," I smiled. "Us girls have to stick together, right?" "Yep, no more stinky boys, just us girls" Suzie joked. "I'll teach you how to walk in heels; can you teach me how to twirl a baton?" "Sure," she happily agreed. "Wanna learn some cheers Ronnie? You looked great in my uniform!" "That would be wonderful; I wish I could be a cheerleader, it looks like a lot of fun!" I told her, imagining myself on the field at a big game, cheering for the team, my skirt flipping up and showing off the special gold panties underneath! "That'd be totally cool," she whispered as if we were sharing a secret that Timmy and Suzie couldn't know. "Maybe someday we can find a way for you to go to a game instead of me? Or maybe march in a parade when I don't feel like it?" I was just too overcome to respond; the thought of pretending to be an honest to goodness cheerleader at a football game or twirling a baton while marching a parade in front of everyone who knew me but thought I was Jenny, was getting me all worked up! "How about we get girl's names?" Timmy suggested. "Tim and Ron sound like a couple of boys." "She's right," I smiled thinking that it as clever of me to refer to Timmy as a she. "Sure," Jenny and Suzie agreed. "You have to have girl's names." After thinking for a bit and some whispering and giggling, they turned to us. "You're going to be Melody Ann," They told Timmy. "And you're going to be Amanda Marie." I thought it over and smiled, Mandy seemed like a very pretty name. "I like it, what do you think about being called Melody?" I asked Timmy. "It's way better than Timmy," he grinned. "No boy would ever be called Melody. "This is great!" Suzie said as she gave me and Melody a hug. "No more brothers to bug us, and we each have a twin sister!" I took Melody by her hand and pulled her off the couch. "C'mon sis, let's give our sisters a live fashion show!" Melody changed into one of Suzie's Ballet outfits while I put on Jenny's majorette uniform. I put a little blush and lip-gloss on him, fixed my makeup to look more like Jenny than mom, and we were off to show how pretty we could look! We all had a great time; Jenny and Suzie clapped and cheered every time we modeled a new outfit. Melody strutted her stuff in Suzie's school uniform, a couple of her bathing suits, her girl scout uniform, and two princess dresses. I wore Jenny's Cheerleading uniform, her majorette uniform, a denim miniskirt outfit, and for a real showstopper I wore one of mom's prettiest outfits - a little black dress that had sheer sleeves and a short, pleated skirt. I wore a pair of black heels that dad had once said made mom look "Sexy as all hell!" and sheer silky black nylons that attached to the lace garter belt that matched the bra, panties, and half slip I wore. I wore my makeup just like mom did when she wanted to look sexy for dad, and did what I could with my hair. I heard all three off my sisters gasp when I walked into the living room and did a little twirl. "Good grief Mandy, you look like a sexy lady!" Jennie said when she caught her breath. "If you had a wig on and a bigger butt, you'd look just like mom." "Thanks Jennie, you're really sweet, do you know that?" I asked as I walked over and sat next to her. I gently smoothed my dress, crossed my legs, and pulled my dress down from where it had ridden up on my thighs. "It feels so great to dress up like this, have you ever worn any of mom's stuff?" "I wanted to but I was too afraid," Jenny couldn't seem to take her eyes off me. She'd look at my legs, then my chest, my face, and start back to my legs. "I just can't believe how pretty you look and that sexy way you walk and sit down. I couldn't help but blush over Jenny's compliment. I'd been trying mom's clothes on every chance I got for a couple of months and had gotten good at looking like a woman but it felt good to have Jenny tell me that I looked sexy. "Thank you, it took a lot of work to look like this. I've been reading fashion magazines and I recorded a bunch of shows where they take ordinary looking women and make them beautiful. It makes me feel funny though when you tell me how pretty I look." "You shouldn't feel funny Mandy; lots of girls try on their mom's outfits, it's what girls do." "I meant that I feel funny that I like dressing up and making myself look like a sexy woman. I like wearing your outfits and my princess dresses but they can't compare to how I feel when I'm dressed like this." I rubbed my hands along my legs. "I can teach you how to look like this," I offered. "What good is being your twin sister if I can't show you how to look all hot and sexy?" Jenny was so happy that she started to cry which made me cry too. Soon we were crying and giggling and hugging each other. I knew I was going to enjoy being her sister! "I'd like to be a Ballerina just like you," Melody told Suzie. "Could you teach me, please?" "Sure," Suzie promised. "But you don't get to wear tutu's all the time you know, they're for special dances. Most of the time in class you'd have to wear a top and leotards with slippers." From then on, the four of us were as close as sisters could be. We occasionally argued over stuff like who go to wear an outfit, especially since Melody and I didn't have anything but out princess dresses, but we never argued like that in front of mom or dad. As far as mom and dad were concerned, we were getting along better than ever. They said it was because Tim and I had to spend a week as girls and that helped calm us down. It was funny in a way; they were right but for the wrong reason. After we spent that week as girls, Tim and I decided that we liked being girls and so became Melody and Mandy, Suzie and Jenny's sisters. Every one of us girls loved our sisters and would do anything for them so there was no more fighting. I wonder what mom and dad would think if they knew that they had four daughters instead of two daughters and two sons? A really good thing about being sisters was that now we polled our allowances and were able to get pretty outfits that were just a little too expensive for Jenny or Suzie before Melody and I came along. Jenny and I stocked up on makeup, jeans and cute tops while Melody and Suzie spent their money on cute outfits for younger girls; you know, jeans decorated with colored sparkles, tops that said things like "Girl Power" or "Girls Rule, Boys Droll" It was just great for me and Melody to go into the girl's rooms whenever we wanted and not have to worry about getting caught. Sometimes, when I was feeling a little down, I'd ask Jenny if I could borrow something pretty to cheer me up and she'd help me find just the perfect outfit that would cheer me up right away. Sometimes Jenny and I would sit in her room and do our nails while listening to music or talking about school. She was lucky; she could do her fingernails and toe nails while I had to settle for my toenails. It would've been tough to explain to mom and dad or one of the people why my nails were neatly filed and covered with the pink glitter polish that I loved. "I wish we could go shopping together Mandy," Jenny complained one day. "We could have so much fun going to different stores and trying on some of the prettiest outfits you've ever seen. No matter how bad a day you're having, a pretty outfit will make all your problems disappear." I got lost dreaming about walking through the mall with Jenny; we'd stop at Penney's and check out the Juniors section there; they usually had the hottest jeans and tops. After that, we'd wander over to Macy's to try on some cute dresses for a dance we planned on going to. We'd stop off at the food court to grab a bite of lunch and flirt with some cute guys, then it was off to look at shoes. We might spend the whole day trying on different outfits without buying a single one; that was part of the fun of being a girl! "Can you imagine what mom and dad would do if they saw me at the mall like that?" I giggled, picturing the shock our parents would have seeing identical twin daughters they didn't know they had. Jenny screwed her face up for a minute or so as she gave it a little thought. "I don't know, it might not be that bad. After all, it wasn't yours or Melody's idea to dress up like princesses for a whole week. Mom and dad sort of encouraged you two to want to wear dresses and stuff, right?" "Yeah," I quickly agreed. "I never once thought about putting on a dress until they made me do it. Is it my fault that I found out how much fun it can be to wear pretty outfits?" "Heck no," She continued. "I'll bet that you and Melody were surprised as all heck when you wanted to dress up as girls again after being made to dress that way for a whole week." "Well, it was about Wednesday of that week when I wanted to wear something pretty so I wore a pair of panties to school." "That must've been scary," Jenny's eyes got really big. "What if someone saw them?" "I planned it all out the night before," I told her, proud of my planning skills. "I didn't have gym class that day and since I wore hip huggers, they didn't stick out above m jeans. I figured that I was pretty safe but it was still exciting! I mean I was wearing panties just like every other girl in school; I don't know what kind they wore but I was wearing a pair of light blue ones with lace at the waistband. They felt so smooth and silky that it was tough to concentrate in class." Jenny's face got all contorted the way it did when she was trying to work out a tough problem. "What crazy idea's bouncing around in your skull this time?" She smiled her most devious smile. "Suzie, Melody, come here!" She called out. "I want to tell you about a new game we're gonna play." The girls came rushing in dressed in Suzie's dance outfits. "What's the game?" Melody asked as she practiced standing putting her feet into ballet positions I'd seen Suzie practice when she first started dancing. "Did you know that Mandy used to wear panties to school?" Jenny asked Melody. "I still do." I corrected her with a smile. "They feel so-o-o good under my uniform pants." "Nope, but I wore panties to school a couple of times too." Melody giggled. "It was fun to know how I was dressed and no one could tell!" "Well then you probably won't mind this game I thought of. Did you ever do anything because someone dared you too?" "Sure," we both answered. "Who hasn't?" "Was it fun?" "Sometimes." We looked at each other wondering what Jenny was up to. "Great, because in this game, Suzie and I are gonna dare you two to do things. If you take the dare, we'll reward you with something like your own makeup kit for you Mandy or a starter kit for you, Melody." "Wow, you guys would give me my own makeup? What would I have to do? Will you show me how to use it?" My thoughts immediately switched to standing in front of my bathroom mirror and applying eye shadow, lipstick, and blush to make myself pretty. "Whatever it is, count me in!" I didn't care what I had to do, the makeup kit would be worth it. "Suzie and I will give you dares like wearing a pair of our jeans for a whole day, or wearing clear nail polish for a week." "How about wearing a bathing suit out by the pool?" Suzie offered. "The four of us could spend an afternoon our magazines and tanning." "I never thought of doing that Suzie," I could barely stand the excitement. "Lying out at the pool in one of Jenny's bathing suits and reading something like Seventeen or Teen Mademoiselle would be so dreamy!" "But what if someone saw us?" Melody wondered aloud. "We're too far from the road for anyone to get a close look," Jenny explained with a grin. "At least I think so. But that's the exciting part!" "What kind of other dares would we have to do?" I asked breathlessly. "And what do we get it we do them?" "Let's see," Jenny explained. "For wearing a pair of our jeans all day, Suzie and I will do the dishes for you for two days." "That's not much considering the risk we'd be taking." I told her. "Two days of dishes and we take a chance that someone will be able to tell we're wearing girl's jeans?" "Once again, dear sister, that chance is actually part of the reward. We'll provide you with the plainest jeans we have but there is always a chance that someone, especially another girl, would notice that they're girl's jeans." My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would pop right out of my chest. "Do you have any plain tops we could wear with the jeans?" I asked hopefully. "How about sneakers and a pair of socks too?" Jenny and Suzie looked at each other and grinned. "Did you ever think you'd hear our brothers ask if they could borrow an outfit from us, Suzie?" "Not in a zillion years," Suzie laughed. "I thought we'd always have a couple of stupid, mean, nasty brothers but now we have sweet, lovable sisters. My twin sister wants to be a pretty ballerina." "Don't forget Girl Scouts, Suzie!" Melody chimed in. "You said I could try selling cookies while I'm wearing your uniform." "My twin wants to wear pretty outfits and hang out with me at the mall, right Mandy?" Jenny asked. "Uh huh," I giggled softly. "We could spend a whole day trying on pretty dresses and stuff. I promise I'll be the sweetest sister you could ever want if you let me." Melody and I were only too happy to agree to play the new game so our sisters decided to start that very day. Suzie did Melody's fingernails in clear polish; unless you looked carefully, it was almost impossible to tell that Melody was wearing any polish but there was always that exciting chance! I got dressed in a pair of Jenny's jeans. They didn't have any fancy swirls on the pockets or anything like that, but the label inside said that they were "Old Navy for Girls" and a size three. Of course I wore hip hugger panties with them and Jenny lent me a pair of white socks, which, like the jeans, looked like they were for boys, but I knew the truth! Melody and I happily did any of the dares we were given; it was so much fun walking around openly wearing girl's clothes and no one could tell! There were a few times when mom and dad would look at us a little strangely and shake their heads, they never said anything, and after a little while, the looks stopped. The four of us were having a great time; we were closer than ever before and of course, there was no more fighting and arguing between us. Mom and dad wanted to know what was going on but we just shrugged and said that we had gotten tired of always being at each other's throats and decided to end the troublemaking. They thought it was pretty weird that all of a sudden the four of us stopped arguing and bickering but they weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Life was fantastic after that! Melody, I mean Timmy when he was my brother, still did guy stuff like sports but if a chance came up, like our parents would be out for a couple of hours, Timmy and Ron were gone and Melody and Mandy took their places. We'd get our nails done, try on the latest outfits that Suzie and Jen had bought or do silly things like learning to walk with something balanced on our heads. I taught Jen how to walk in mom's heels and she taught me how to twirl a baton and some basic cheers. Melody really didn't have anything that she could teach Suzie but they often spent time in Suzie's room, giggling and having a good time as they did each other's nails, watched Hanna Montana, or played with the simple makeup kit that mom let Suzie use. Once, a friend of Jenny's called and Jenny dared me to pretend to be her. I answered in my best Jenny voice and talked to the girl for more than half an hour about school, boys, and shopping. The girl had no idea that she wasn't talking to Jenny; I found out about guys that Jenny thought were cute, which ones she wanted to ask her out, and that she'd done some real face sucking with one of the guys on the football team! Sometimes, when we had the time, we'd do videos of ourselves. I'd show off my majorette and cheerleading skills, Melody would model one of Suzie's bathing suits or we'd model our sister's dresses or some of our princess dresses. One thing that I always enjoyed was what Jenny called The Princess Project where she and Suzie took two ordinary looking boys and turned them into Princesses in pretty gowns, stockings, and all the trimmings. We'd be filmed in our regular clothes, then we'd gradually undress until we wearing only our briefs; then we'd go into another room and come out wearing panties. Suzie and Jenny would then dress us up in bras, petticoats, stockings, dresses, heels, and put makeup on us. We'd then gracefully walk over to a nearby table the girls had converted into a nail salon and smile as polish was applied to our nails. We saved all of the pictures and videos we took on one of our PC's. Since we were on our own little network, any of us could view the pictures and videos on the PC's in our rooms. This seemed like the perfect system until about a year later, mom and dad called us into the living room. "What's up?" I smiled as I walked into the room. Dad had the TV on but it wasn't tuned to any station. "Good question Mandy," Mom smiled back with her famous "Gotcha" smile. "Maybe you, Melody, or one of the other girls could explain this?" Dad pressed a button the remote and one of our modeling sessions appeared on the screen. There I was, dressed in Jenny's majorette uniform, wearing stockings, boots, and gloves as I twirled a baton. I had been so proud of having learned to twirl a baton, toss it into the air, and catch it, all while spinning in a circle, that I'd begged Jenny to record it. Another button as pressed and there were me and Melody in one of our boy to girl modeling sessions. We smiled, introduced ourselves as Tim and Ron, changed into pretty outfits that the girls had chosen for us, and reintroduced ourselves as Melody and Mandy. We all sat quietly as videos of me and Melody doing fashion shows, sunning ourselves in pretty bathing suits, and getting makeovers played on the large screen TV. One of the worst showed me and Melody getting made up by Jenny while Suzie did our nails. We were squirming a little when Jenny started putting eye shadow on us, which made her tell us to sit still. "Don't you two want to look pretty?" She teased. "I'm sorry, Jenny." I smiled and folded my hands into my lap. "Yes, I want to look pretty, please make me look pretty." "I'm sorry too," Melody smiled sweetly as she adjusted her skirt. "I want to be a pretty girl, just like you." "I can uh, explain all that," I stuttered, trying to think of something that my parents might believe. "Really," Dad chuckled at my plight. "You could really explain what we've just watched without lying through your teeth?" There went the idea of coming up with some fantastic story that would get Timmy and me off the hook. I took a really, really deep breath, looked at mom and dad who were waiting for my explanation and began. "The only explanation that I have is the truth. While you punished me and Timmy by making us dress up in fancy dresses with petticoats and all that stuff, somehow I started to like it. Before the week was over, I was wearing panties to school and wondering what it would be like to dress like Jenny did, instead of the princess outfits I had to wear. After my punishment was over, I started sneaking into Jenny's room when no one was home and trying on her stuff. I wore her dresses, her majorette uniforms, and her cheerleading uniforms; I wore some of her nightgowns and some pants but I didn't like wearing pants as much as he dresses. I snuck into your room mom and tried on your stuff like your nylons and heels and some of the dresses you wear when dad takes you out for dinner. I did this whenever I could for a couple of months until I ran into Timmy one day and he was dressed in one of Suzie's ballet outfits. Next thing you know, we were both playing dress up in Jenny and Suzie's stuff; I studied Jenny's fashion magazines and learned how to dress like a girl my age. I learned how to wear makeup just like any other teenage girl and I enjoyed it. One day Jenny and Suzie caught us; instead of telling you guys and getting us into trouble, they decided to help us become their sisters. Suzie taught Timmy all about ballet and girl scouts, Hanna Montana, and things girls their age liked while Jenny taught me all about being a teenage girl. We talked out being a majorette and a cheerleader, and how cool it was to have everyone watching you and thinking how pretty you were. One day the girls