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My Story ------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name was Bob. I was a skinny kid, I was short, most people thought I was younger than I was. Sometimes by 2 years. I wasn't into much really and I had glasses and braces. It was the 1980s and my light brown hair was a little on the long side, not because I thought I was cool, but because I kind of used it to hide behind. I didn't have any friends. My father, brother and sister didn't like me much. My mother was my only friend. I was very submissive and I didn't like any kind of fighting or confrontation, I would back down every time. I didn't do very well in school. I had to take 5th grade (10 and 11 years old), 6th grade (12 and 13 years old) and 8th (15 and 16 years old) grade two times and I dropped out at 17 when I was in the 9th grade. I'll get back to that later. -- I'm getting ahead of myself.... It was 1983 I was 10 years old and that is when things changed. I had a secret that no one knew, not even my mother. I was a crossdresser. I always wanted to tell my mother. I knew she would be understanding, but that isn't something any boy wants to talk about to anyone. Not at 10 years old anyway. -- My father, his name is Dave, he owned a construction business and made a lot of money, he was always working. He was very strict and what he said was law in our house. Me, my brother and my sister never crossed him, even my mother was a little scared of him. He was a mans man and he thought I was hardly a man. He always made me feel like I was the lowest in the family. He never said much to me, except to punish me or make a new rule. My mother, her name is Janet, was very caring and loving to all her kids, but I was her favorite. While my father was at work and my brother and sister were out doing stuff with their friends, my mother and I would go shopping or make cookies, just things that we could do together. She didn't need to work, my father gave her any money she wanted, so she was always shopping for something or another and I'd be with her most of the time. My mother was a good mother and a good friend I could tell her just about anything. -- My younger brother Jim, younger by one year, and I were in the same school for most of our lives. He never liked me and in school he acted if he didn't know me at all. He was in high school before me, that made it easier to ignore me when I got there. He was a football player in high schoool, not a big shot on the team, but he was very muscular. He was tougher, taller, bigger and stronger than me. His voice got deep while mine never seemed to change, he was loud and I never said much. We looked and acted so different that most people didn't know we were related at all. My brother was like my fathers clone, they would watch football games together or goto car shows, just do manly stuff. My older sister Amy, older by four years, and I didn't have much in common with her. She didn't talk to me much either. She was very good looking, the boys were always calling her for a date. We looked more alike, face wise, than my brother and I. My sister was daddys girl and could do no wrong. They both would try to get me in trouble all the time. They would tell my father if I was late or if I didn't do one of my chores. Anything I did wrong they would tell him about, so I would be punished. They thought it was funny to see me get in trouble. At frist I would be grounded, but my brother told my father that I had no friends and I never go anywhere or do anything. So I was given more chores, like cutting the grass, cleaning the gutters, cleaning the garage and stuff like that. I would be so tired that when I got done that I'd just fall asleep on the couch. My father would yell at me to get up and goto bed. -- One day I was out shopping with my mom and I got up the nerve to tell her my secret. I told her I had something to tell her. She said "Oh, Bob you can tell me anything, you know that." "I know mom." I said. I took a deep breath and told her that I'd been takeing and trying on her clothes for about six or eight months. Then I asked her if I could wear skirts and dresses like my sister Amy. She thought about it for a few minutes and said "You have been wearing my clothes, they couldn't have fit you very well." "No, no they didn't." I said She looked at me for a second and said "Well, I guess this is just a phase and what harm can it do." I said "Thank you mom, but could we keep this to ourself, I don't want Jim , Amy or Dad to know." She said "That is understandable, it will be our little secret. You better be carefull when you dress up and make sure they aren't home. Now lets get you some clothes that will fit." So she got me my first girls outfit. A pink girls tee that said "Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Want to Have Fun" (remember 1983), a denim mini skirt, pink and white sneakers, white socks, a pack of pink panties (say that 10 times fast) and a pink camisole. As I said, my father was alwasy working, my brother and sister were always with their friends, I didn't have any friends or anyone comming over. So I was dressing alot, I was in heaven. No one knew about me dressing except my mother. I kept crossdressing for about 2 years, by this time my mother knew it wasn't just a phase and she would get me new clothes as I grew. -- One day after school I was home, all dressed up and watching TV. My sister came home. At first she thought that I was a girl from my school. I must have been really into the program, I didn't hear her come in the house. She said "Oh, Bob has a little friend over." Without thinking, I turned my head and looked at her. My sister's mouth just about hit the floor. She was speachless at first and then said. "Whay are you wearing? Why are you dressed like a girl? Does mom know how you are dreessed?" When she finally calmed down I told her "Mom knows and I'm not hurting anyone. I don't go outside or anything like that." "How long have you been dressing like this? She asked. "For about 2 years I guess." I told her. Then my mother walked in, she saw me sitting on the couch and my sister standing infront of me. My mother said "Amy, oh, well, umm, I guess you found out your brothers little secret." "Little?" my sister said "Little sceret? Mom he is dressing like a girl, he says he been doing this for 2 years and you knew it." My mother said "Well, he isn't hurtnting anyone." "Does Dad know about this?" She asked. "Well, no." my mother said. "He's gunna." my sister said and she ran to her room to call my father. In twenty minutes my father was home. I was dressed normaly and waiting next to my mother. "Ok, where are they?" my father asked. "Where are who? Honey." My mother asked. "Everyone for the suprise party, Amy called me and told me some dumb story so I'd come home. So I figured that there was a party or something."he said. My mother said "No party, sorry." At the time, I didn't realize how true my mothers statement was. My sister came down stairs and said "So, Daddy, what are you gunna do?" "About what? You calling me and telling me some stupid story about how your brother is dressed like a girl and how I should come home now" he said. My sister said " It wasn't a stupid story, it was true."And she told my father everything she knew. He looked at my mother and asked "Is this true?" My mother nodded her head yes and he went crazy mad. He was yelling "No son of mine..." and "I'll show him what a man is." My mother calmed him down and explained my situation to him. He said "I need to think." and walked down the hall to his home office. He was in there for about an hour or so. When he came out he told me that I was going to be dressing as a girl every chance I got. He told my mother to go buy me new girls clothes. Enough to make sure that when I got home from school, on the weekends and the whole summer, I'd be dressed as a girl. He said to go the mall in the next town over so no one would know us. He said "Make sure to get Bobbie everything a 12 year old girl would have. Including clothes for sleeping and underwear, also shoes, sneakers, sandals, heels, everything." My sister laughed and said "Bobbie?" My father said that I was to be called Bobbie from now on. Then my sister wispered in his ear and he said "Amy remembered that 12 year old girls wear makeup, so get that too, whatever she will need." My mother said "Dear, do you know how much that will cost? It will be hundreds or more." "I don't care," he said "if the little sissy wants to dress like a girl, then I'll make sure she does. I'm not going light on this punishment." I didn't know what to say, I knew he was mad so I said "I'm sorry Dad." He said "From now on you are not to call me Dad only father or sir and your Mom is only Mother or mam." I hung my head and said "Yes sir." Then he went to his car and drove off. My mother told me I better go get changed so people won't wonder why a boy is trying on girls clothes. When I was done getting dressed she put some makeup on me and put couple of my sisters barrettes in my hair. When she was done she grabbed me by the hand and went to the station wagon. It felt weird to be outside dressed in girls clothes. Up till now I only dressed in my girls clothes in the house. I had on a denim stone washed mini skirt with a purple t-shirt. White sneakers with purple slouch socks. I didn't own a bra because I didn't need one, but now, I needed to own one. Not just one, but many. As she drove she said "Well Bob, oh sorry, Bobbie, we have a lot of things to get you today." "Mom," I said "do you think we could just get a few things. Then wait to see if dad is really going to make me dress in girls clothes as much as he says?" My mother said "First, you call me mother. Also, has your father ever went back on any of his punishments? If you know whats good for you, you'll be the best girl you can be. Now we have alot of shopping to do." --As my mother and I walked into the mall it, hit me, I was basicly going to live as a girl. I never went out anywhere and I never had friends over. So I guess my mother was right, we had alot of shopping to do. We shopped for hours, we had to make 11 trips back you our station wagon to drop the bags off. I had so many bra and pantie sets, all in different colors and styles. I had skirts, dresses, tops, jeans, shorts, a one piece swimsuit, night shirts in all kinds of bright colors. All the makeup, nail polish and perfume I'd ever need. I also got all new hair care products, including curlers. I got new sneakers that would never be mistaken for boys. I got sandals, and dress shoes with a 3-4 inch heels. It seemed like we bought the store out of all their tights, hose and socks. There were so many different types of socks. I also got three or four brightly colored purses. Now, most 12 year old boys would hate to go shopping at all, but I was excited. I loved wearing girls clothes and now I'd be wearing them just about all the time. I'm sure my brother and sister would tease me, but that would stop over time. I had no idea how wrong I was. When we got home my sister was looking at one of her teen magazines at the kitchen table. When she saw my mother and I walk in she got a huge smile on her face. My mother asked "What are you so happy about?" She giggled and said "Daddy has a few things for Bobbie, I'll go tell him your home." As she ran off I peaked in the living room and saw my brother watching TV, he was so into what he was watching that he didn't even notice that we were home. When my father came into the kitchen, my sister was right behind him and he called my brother over. When my brother walked in and saw me he said "What the heck? Where are you going, to a costume party?" I guess no one told him about how I was to dress from now on. My father told him everything that went on earlier. Jim laughed and said "So now I have two big sisters?" Amy yelled "Hey, I don't think that she should be called big anything, brother or sister. I want to be the only big sister in this family." My brother said "Besides, she is already failing 6th grade, she will be a year behind me next year anyway." My father agreed and said "Okay, you are right. Bobbie is now know as the little sister and the youngest in the family. That also fits in with my new rules." He took out a piece of paper and started reading the new rules he made up. ---A few rules that my father set when he had me start dressing as a girl at home.----No one was to ever to refer to me as "he" or "him" or even Bob, only "she", "her" or Bobbie. -No one was to tell anyone outside the house about me. -I was to be dressed as a girl when... --I was home after school. --At all times in the summer and vacations from school and weekends. --There was a family event, like family reunions, BBQ, or other parties. (Oh no, the family reunion was in two weeks. They would last for 2 weeks in the summer. They were for my fathers side and it was the only time that my father would take a vacation from work. Hundreds of aunts, uncles and other relatives would get together and most had kids and alot of them were teenagers.) - I was to wear a bra and panties at all times when dressed like a girl. -I was to have my hair, nails and makeup done at all times when dressed as a girl. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------As he read the list of new rules my brother and sister were smiling and snickering. What they didn't know was I loved the new rules. But then. Then my father said "Bobbie will no longer be able to live as a 12 year old, she will be treated as young girl." He looked at me and said "You will dress your age only because I'm not going to send your mother all over trying to find little girl clothes for you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------I was never ever to be home alone, I must always have someone watching me. That could only be one of my parents, my brother or sister. Maybe someone else if my father saw fit. -My new bed time was 8:30pm. -I was not aloud to watch TV unless it was for younger kids, preferably for younger girls. Mostly I was to watch video tapes in my bedroom. In school I didn't know what the other kids were talking about when they would talk about the TV shows or music videos they would watch. If it wasn't rated G or PG. I couldn't watch it. -As for music I could only listen to little kid rhymes and things like that at first. I hated that, I'd have "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" in my head for days. After a few weeks my mother talked my father into letting me listen to music from the 60s and 70s, but I didn't listen to music much anyway. -I was not aloud to take a shower, only a bath. At first my mother would stay and watch me as I washed but that didn't last long, because my father was afraid that I might start liking my mother sexually. She still ran baths for me, mostly bubble baths, but then she would leave. -I was to shave my legs and underarms. My Mother would come in after my bath and inspect me to see if I missed any hair. I have never really had to shave my face, maybe a stray hair here or there but nothing on my face or anywhere else at all really. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------I just stood there and listened. He told my mother, brother and sister that I was going to put on and show off everything my mother and I got at the mall. He said "Jim, go get the bags out of the car, Bobbie isn't strong enough to lift those heavy bags." Jim laughed "Yeah Dad, I'll get them." "Oh, before I forget," said my father as he reached in his pocket, took out a glasses case and gave it to me. I opened it and saw a pair of girls glasses with pink and purple frames. My mother said "Dave, those could hurt her eyes, she has a strong prescription." My father said "Those are her prescription. I got them when I was driving around thinking about what to do with Bobbie. I knew I had a few hours until you got back. I went to the eye doctor and told them that my daughter needed new frames for her glasses. When they looked up her name they said "This prescription is for a male." I told them there must be a mistake, I said that I'm her father and that I'd know if she was a girl or not. So they changed it on their records. Now Bobbie is listed as a girl. So I took off my boys glasses, I put on the girls ones and I took one more step twards my new situation. After my brother brought in the bags of clothes and put them in my room. My father told everyone but me to go into the living room and told me to get changed into whatever outfit I wanted to start with and come out to show the family. He would tell me if he aproved it or not. The first one I put on was a short overall style demin dress, it came to about mid-thigh. I put on a light pink v-neck shirt with it. I also put on a pair of little pink ankle socks with ruffles around the top and white Ked sneakers. When I came out to show everyone my brother said "Wow, you were really meant to be a girl, nobody would ever think you were a boy." My mother said "Oh, you look so cute, that is adorable on you." My sister said "I love it sis, all the boys are gunna love you." My father said "Good start Bobbie, that is the kind of thing I want to see you in at all times. Not a single bit of male." "Thank you sir." I said as I walked back to my bedroom. The next outfit I put on was a gray dress with light blue polka dots. It had teirs of ruffels on it. It came with a hairband that had a matching bow. It was about the same length as the last outfit. I put on my black shoes with the 3 inch heels and went out agian. My father said "We have been talking Bobbie. We have decided that since after this week you will be out of school for the summer, your sister will shape your eye brows into a feminine style. Also I understand that you are trying to change fast, you aren't putting on makeup or doing your hair or nails but normaly you will. It will be flawless or it will be redone untill it is perfect. You will be inspected every day after school or morning whatever the case may be." My mother said "We also decided that you should do a cutsey whenever someone tells you to do something." I said "But, Amy doesn't do that." My father said "Amy is a girl, you are a sissy. You might look and act like a girl but you are not. You have no say at all. Now keep the fashion show going." I went to my room, holding back the tears, and got another outfit on. For the next 2 and a half hours I showed off all my outfits. When I was done and my father told me to put on one of my night shirts and come back. When I did he said "Bobbie most of your outfits were good but there were a few that have to be returned to the store. First, pants, jeans or even shorts are not aloud at all, I know I didn't tell you before, but now you know and they have to go. Also skirts or dresses are never to be below your knee, mid-thigh is prefreable. You are a sissy and sissys don't wear pants of any kind and they don't wear long dresses, not in this house anyway. It's 8:15 and almost your bed time, tomorrow you and your mother will return the clothes that were not aproved of. You will also get your ears pireced." "My ears pierced?" I said "But what about school, the other kids will make fun of me." My brother said "More than they do already? Don't worry, the kids next year in 6th grade might think it's cool." My family already knew I'd be going to 6th grade agian next year. My grades were terrible. "Just hide your ears hehind your hair." my sister said. Also you will be going to bed at 8:00pm this week, because you complained. I don't want any of your sissy whining and crying. "Yes sir." I said and turned to go to my bedroom My father said "Stop." I stoped and said "Sir?" "You didn't curtsey." he said I quickly did a curtsey. "No," he said "it's too late, you will be going to bed at 7:30pm this week." "Yes sir." I said as I did a curtsey. My father said "Oh, and Bobbie." "Yes sir?" I said. He said "Do it with a smile from now on, but keep your lips closed, I didn't want to see your braces." "Yes sir." I said with a smile as I did a curtsey. I went to bed. He looked at my mother and said "She is learning." It was weird to goto bed so early, normaly I went to bed about 9:30 or 10:00 pm, sometimes later. But I did fall asleep, all that shopping and dressing up must have tired me out. --I went to school the next morning like normal and when I got home my mother had an outfit layed out for me. She had all the clothes that were to be returned in the car already. When I went to put on the skirt, I found it was much shorter than it had been. "Mother," I said "is my skirt shorter?" "Yes honey," she said "I shortened a few of your dresses and skirts a few inches while you were at school." I thought it was short before, about three inches from my knee, but now it was about six inches. I asked my mother "Did you shorten them all this much?" "Oh, no honey, some are shorter and some are longer." she replied. "Now do your hair and then your nails. Then come show me." I pulled my hair back and put a barett in it. Then I took pink nail polish and did my nails. After the first coat dried I put on a second coat. When my nails were done I put on a little makeup. I came into the kitchen where my mother was and she looked me up and down. She said "You did a good job on your makeup, good enough on your nails this time but you'll have to do better, but your hair is alittle too grown up." She brought me back into my room and brushed my hair out, then took two hair ties and put my hair in pigtails. "Lets go Bobbie, we need to return these and get your ears pierced. Oh, and we are going to get you a new bikini too." my mother said. "Yes mam." I said and we were off. On the ride to the mall my mother said " Your father and I are going out for a while tonight, your sister is going to study at a friends house and your brother is going to be out playing football with his friends." I said "So I'll be home alone tonight?" "Oh, no" She laughted "You aren't aloud to be home without a sitter. Your brother will be home before your father and I leave." I was alittle confused. I said "So Jim and I are going to get a sitter? Aren't we old enough to be home alone?" "Well," she said "Jim is old enough." "But I'm older." I said "Not any more sweety." She said "You are the youngest in the family now remember, infact your brother is your sitter." My eyes just about poped out of my head. "Jim is my babysitter!" My mother said "Yes, why is that so surprising? You know you are to always have some kind of supervision. Jim is your older brother and therefore he is going to babysit you tonight." I was silent for the rest of the ride. My mother and I returned the clothes and I got a few more short skirts and a few short dresses. Then we looked at the bikinis. My mother picked out a few and had me try them on, they all had little skirts attached. As I came out with the last one on my mother said. "Oh, they are all so cute, try on the shiny pink one with the top that has a heart cut out in the center agian, I think we will get that one." When I did she said "Yes, yes, yes! That is the one! You look so cute in that, with the cute little skirt. You'll have nice tan lines and a cute little taned heart in the middle of your chest too!" Next we went to the jewelry store to get my ears pierced. My mother told me to pick out a few colors of studs to choose from. As she talked to the girl at the counter. After a few minutes she said "Okay sweety, ready?" "Yes mother." I said. She asked "What colors did you pick?" "Umm, pink, blue or green. I can't choose" I said. "Okay, I'll choose for you." She said. The sales girl put a dot on my left earlobe and then my right. She gave me a mirror. "Is that okay hun?" she asked. But there were two dots on each ear. I was about to say that I was only getting one in each ear. Then I saw my mother put her finger up to her mouth to 'shhh" me. So, I said "Yes, mam." to the sales girl. I saw that my mother picked out pink and blue. The girl put the piercing gun to my ear, lined it up to one of the dots and pulled the trigger. I kind of jumped alittle, it didn't hurt but it felt alittle warm after a few seconds. It was fine after a few minutes. She repeated the process three more times. My mother paid the girl and we went home. When we got home my sister was just about to leave. My mother stopped her and said "Amy, come see Bobbie's new earrings." She came over, looked and said "Oh, wow, two sets. Nice Bobbie, I love the colors." "I picked them out for her." my mother told her. "I figured that pink is for girls and blue is for boys. Bobbie is a sissy so she is kind of both." My sister laughed and said "I think she looks cute, but that will be alittle hard to hide at school, better be careful little sis." As my sister left my father came home and saw my earrings and said that I was really fitting into the roll of a sissy and that I was a real a natural. My brother came home, he was all sweaty and dirty. He saw my father and said " Dad, I was just playing football with a bunch of high schoolers and I kicked butt, I can't wait till high school!" My father said "You are getting more muscle everyday, you are becomeing a real man." "Thanks Dad," he said "so where are we going and do I have time to shower and change?" "What do you mean?" my father asked. "You told me to be home by 5:30pm because we were going out." he said. My father said "No, your mother and I are going out, we need to get a few things." "Then why did I have to come home?' he asked. "Because," my father said "you are going to babysit your little sister." Jim stopped for a second, looked at me, back at my father and said "Why do I gotta watch her? Can't Amy do it?" My father said "Because I told you to do it." That was all that needed to be said. Before my parents left my mother said "Bobbie, when you were at school I went to the store and got you some activity books. You can work on them before bed tonight. I'll make you dinner before we leave." She put the books and some markers on the table in front of me. One was Care Bears and one was Rainbow Brite. My father said to my brother "As soon as she is done with her dinner, have her get her makeup and nail polish off. Then have her get her pajamas on. Then she can work on her books. Remember, her bed time this week is 7:30pm." My mother made macaroni and cheese and put it on a My Little Pony plate with matching spoon, fork and cup with milk in it. She kissed me on the cheek and said "Be a good girl for your brother, remember the sitter is the boss." After my parents left Jim said "So you really are a sissy huh? Look I don't want to do this, I don't want to babysit a sissy. So just colour in your books and be quiet." "Yes sir." I said He laughed as he went to watch TV and said "What a sissy." It was about 6:30pm when I was done with my dinner. My brother said "Ok Bobbie, go get ready for bed and you have an hour to colour in your little sissy books." "Yes sir." I said as I smiled and did a curtsey. I heard him laugh as I turned to goto my room. I came back down stairs in a pink Barbie night shirt and pink bunny slippers. I sat down at the kitchen table and started colouring. When I was done with the marker I was using I put the cap back on, but I missed the top and put a small line on my thumb. I didn't think it was a big deal and I forgot about it. At 7:15pm my brother came in and said "Okay Bobbie, put your little books away and get ready for bed." I stood up, smiled, curtseyed and said "Yes sir.". Then I put my books off to the side and went to bed. When I was in bed, Jim came into my room and said "Ya know, I'm liking that you call me sir, keep it up. You are 100% sissy aren't you?" I didn't say anything. Jim seemed to get mad a little and said "Answer me! Are you 100% sissy?" I jumped a little when he yelled and I said "Yes sir, I am.' He shook his head and went down stairs again. I fell asleep shortly after. --The next morning as I was eating breakfast my father said "Bobbie let me see your hands." I thought it was an unusual request but I lifted my hands to him. He took my right hand and looked at the top, then turned it over and looked at the bottom. Then he did the same with my left hand. "Did I miss some polish sir?" I asked. "No Bobbie," he said "but you were drawing on yourself. You are not to have markers anymore, only crayons." I said "I just missed when I put on the cap, I wasn't drawing on myself." He said "I see what you did Bobbie." "But sir, I..." I started to say. He slammed his fist on the table, spilling some milk out of my bowl. "Are you saying I'm wrong?" He yelled. "No sir, I was just saying that it is only a small line on my thumb." I said. He yelled "I know what it is sissy! Are you going to argue with me?" "N, n, umm, no sir, I am sorry. I won't draw on myself again." I said as I was shaking like a leaf. He smiled and said "Good girl, you need to stop whining, I know it's hard for a sissy, but I don't want to hear it." I had a lump in my throat as I said "Yes sir." He said "Now finish eating and goto school." "Yes sir." I said. I finished eating, grabbed my backpack, walked to the bus stop and went to school. --When I got home from school I saw a three vans leaving our driveway. I came inside and asked my mother what the vans were for. She said "They were here to paint your room and the delivered your new furniture. Your father and I went out last night and got you new sheets and blankets. We also got you other new things for your room. She took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. When she opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes. The walls were painted pink, white and purple with little pink bunnies. My room was filled with stuff, not just clothes, a lot was clothes, also toys. The room was filled with toys like Cabbage Patch Dolls, Carebears, Strawberry Shortcake Dolls, a dollhouse and a Teddy Ruxpin among other toys. There was a new pink and white desk with a few notebooks on it. My mother said "Those notebooks are for you to start writing like a girl, your sister and I will show you how. You will keep writing in those notebooks until your father thinks you can stop, at that time you won't be able to write any other way. Also I have more good news, I talked to my friend that works at your school. I asked her what would happen if you didn't goto school for the last three days. She told me that you were already going back into 6th grade anyway, so it didn't really matter. That means you can stay home and work on your lessons at home." "What lessons mother?" I asked. She said "Well, you have to learn to do the landry, how to clean around the house correctly, acting more girly and of coarse writing like a girl. You have a lot to learn before our family reunion also." --The next week and a half was hard. My sister and mother taught me how to write like a girl. I must have wrote my name five hundred times. They would give me sentences to write like "I'm a little sissy.", "I love being a little girl." or "My name is Bobbie Mackie, I'm a sissy." I learned how to wash clothes and how to clean the house. I cleaned my sisters room and my brothers room, his was a real mess. They taught me how to act like more girly. My sister said "I know acting like a sissy is natural for you, but we are going to add a few things." They made sure I always had my writs limp. They made me practice smoothing my skirt when I sat down. I had to practice curtseying by holding my skirt with my thumb and forefinger and I had to keep my other three fingers spread apart. I was to bend my wrists as I bent my knees. My mother said I was going to learn to walk in heels when we got back from our family reunion. --At the end of the week, on Friday my mother told me to pack my bags for our 2 week reunion. Also to make sure I brought all my makeup and nail polish. About 2:00pm my father pulled in the driveway with our camper. He and my brother loaded it up with all of our bags and anything else we needed. My mother dressed me in a short light pink flippy mini skirt, about 7 inches above my knee. A hot pink tank top and an over sized light blue sweatshirt that hung off the shoulder. You could see my pink bra strap a little. I had white slouch socks and my pink sneakers. My mother put my hair in pigtails and did my makeup with light blue eye shadow, pink on my cheek bones and frosted pink lip gloss. She handed me my shiny pink purse and we went out to the camper. My father reminded me that I was to be the best sissy possible. Also that I was not to be without supervision and that was only to be him, my mother, my sister or my brother. We all got in the camper and drove off.