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All Because Of a Dare: Arwen's Story by Maria Ski Authors Note: This tale is Arwen's version of what happened in 'All Because of a Dare'. It also continues the story. I am assuming that if you are reading this story you have read the tale of what happened to my brother Michael because of a dare he accepted. And I have to tell you now, that I love my brother and would support him in any venture he chose. And I am whole heartedly behind the decision he finally made. She has become a much better person because of it. As you are aware, it all began when my brother and I were in our cousin's bedroom talking about all sorts of things. They were trying and failing to get him to open up about girlfriends and other related subjects, to be honest Michael pretty well kept himself to himself rarely opening up and talking about things. But it was their choice in music which sparked Catherine, who was the same age as Michael, to ask... "So Michael, who in 'Jade' do you fancy? Which one would you like to date?" "I can answer that," I interrupted. "He has a 'thing' for the lead singer." I took a look at the album cover. "Rebecca aka Bex." He did like Bex, apparently it had something to do with the twinkle in her green eyes or so he told me during a brief heart to heart. Samantha, who like me was fifteen, laughed. "Mike you'll not get a look in. I hear she likes her boys to dress as girls. Is that a bit kinky or what?" "Or what," he answered. "I saw that article in 'Femme'. Her boyfriend Peter dressed as a girl to help them out when they first started. Apparently it's how they got together," he shook his head. "Plus there are a lot of rumours out there about 'Jade'." Catherine looked at him as he smiled back. I suddenly realised she was up to something, what I didn't know. Catherine flashed a feral grin which Michael missed suddenly saying, "I bet we can make Michael look like a really pretty girl. He's thin enough." Samantha giggled. "I doubt he'd do it." She paused. "In fact I am so sure he won't do it. I DARE... him to do it" she looked right at him. "You heard me I dare you to let us dress you up and make you up to look like a girl. We'll attempt to make you up to look like Bex." I think I laughed. But Sam continued. "We'll also take some photos and post them to the 'Jade' fan site" Catherine looked at Sam. "Sam you can't be serious?" looking at Michael with a smile. "But of course it's your choice Mike. We can't force you. But Sam has dared you." I found out later that the 'Jade' fan site had been running a contest. And Samantha thought having a cross-dressed boy in the pictures might give her the edge she needed to win. But all eyes turned to Michael. "OK," he said with a look of resignation. "I'll do it. I'll let you dress me up like a girl and put make up on me. But I don't want to look like a Drag Queen," he paused taking a breath. "Make me look like a girl my own age or it's no deal." "That we can do," Catherine said smiling. "I'll do such a good job you'll look like a new person," she then hugged him. "And it will be like the summer when we were 10." I had forgotten about that summer. Our aunt had held a fancy dress party and we, the children, had dressed as Disney Princes or Princesses. But due to an error by the costumer's Michael had ended up being dressed as Alice. Dad was furious, but I'll say this for Michael, he wore the costume and wig and went to the party. Only my aunt guessed who the blonde girl was and she kept it quiet. He made a very cute girl. I spoke up. "Hey," I winkled my nose. "Why don't we all dress up. It'll mean Mike isn't the odd one out." I paused thinking. "We can all dress as teenage school girls like in 'Jades' video set in a school," I fought back a giggle but lost. "Then we could post any pictures to the fan site." I looked at my brother. "We'll work some serious magic. And besides no-one guessed when you were 10 remember?" He nodded slowly. "Work your magic ladies. I'm in your hands." Catherine and Samantha were lucky to have their own en-suite bathroom. So Catherine told Michael to go and have a good wash. When he came out we noticed that he was relatively hair free. Michael placed his boy clothes on Catherine's bed. "Come into my parlour," she was grinning. "You're going to look great when I've finished with you. It'll surprise even your dad." Now Catherine, Samantha and I were dressed wearing their schools summer uniform of a green checked short sleeved summer dress, white socks with black shoes. We were going to add the green blazers after Michael had been transformed. Catherine had a surprise for Michael. She handed him a pair of her school panties. "Take your boxers off and put these on. Don't forget to tuck your boy bits," he went towards the bathroom. "It's all right Michelle we're all girls here." He blushed slightly as he changed his underwear. Just like a girl. Michael looked up after changing, he stood like a girl with his legs together. "Can I choose a different name other than Michelle?" he asked "Michelle is way too obvious." "What would you like us to call you?" Catherine asked him. "What about C.J?" he replied. "Catherine after you and mum and Jessica after your mum." "I like it," Samantha said with a smile. "It's also the name Bex's boyfriend used. So it will have history behind it. And the fans will love it." It was decided that we'd surprise Michael with how he'd look. So we had all the mirrors covered up with towels. Catherine proceeded to make Michael up as Sam and I touched up our make up in the bathroom. She gave him a light covering of foundation and powder, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, a little blush on his cheeks and finished off with lipstick. The makeup was all very subtle and it didn't overpower her face. She then sprayed him with some 'Impulse' musk. He tried not to sneeze. Samantha then got to work on turning his male hair into a trendy style more suited to a girl his age. C.J was cute. We all stood in front of the mirror and Catherine quickly removed the towel. Four very pretty girls looked back. Michael... Sorry C.J was pleasantly surprised. Even I couldn't recognise my brother. He had been replaced by a very pretty girl. He was mesmerized by the vision before his eyes. His whole demeanour had changed his mannerisms were that of a teenage girl; it was as if a switch had been thrown. Michael had gone, to be replaced by C.J. "So C.J," Catherine proceeded to ask, "How do the clothes feel? You can be as honest as you like." My brother actually liked it, I saw a slight smile. I wondered if he'd let me dress him up at home. The thought of having a secret sister... "C.J?" Catherine nudged him. "The clothes? How do they feel?" "I feel comfortable, strangely comfortable. I miss having pockets," he laughed. "But then again this is only temporary." His voice was tinged with disappointment and softer, more feminine. Had I been the only one to notice? Sam had by this time had gone to get our Uncle Geoff to take the photographs. He was all smiles when he saw Michael. "Michael is that you? You look a little like Catherine. It's amazing the resemblance that you two have." "Why thank you Uncle Geoff," C.J answered hamming it up slightly with a curtsey. "You say the nicest things." "When we've taken these pictures we'll have to show everyone." Uncle Geoff smiled. "You all look amazing." He had us all in a line looking over our shoulders, group shots of us standing side by side, a shot of Catherine and Samantha standing behind myself and C.J. And some individual shots. He stood lost in thought. "How about some pictures taken outside?" He asked. We encouraged C.J, by that time we no longer thought of her as Michael. And so we ended up outside and more pictures were taken. But it was as we came back in... Mum and Aunt Jessica saw C.J and smiled. Aunt Jessica broke the silence. "My, my. Little Alice has grown up into very pretty girl. I didn't think I'd see you again. Go and give me a twirl so I can see you. You should have been a girl. Do you have a name?" "C.J," Michael answered in his soft girly voice which didn't go unnoticed. "Catherine Jessica," she answered. Both were all smiles. Mum walked towards C.J but was stopped by our father who took one look at C.J. "You little faggot. You will go and wipe all that muck off your face and get changed into your real clothes. NOW...!" I looked at Mum who shook her head. "Jim it was only..." Our father cut Uncle Geoff off. "I will not have any boy of mine dress up as a girl. He is a boy...!" "But Jim," Aunt Jessica said. "She dressed as Alice when she was ten!" Jessica paused. "You didn't seem to mind then. What's wrong with now?" The use of referring to C.J as a female didn't go unnoticed by our father. "HE...!" Our father was angry, very angry. "He was a child when he was ten. He is now a teenage boy and should act accordingly" "But Uncle Jim," Samantha pleaded. "I dared him to do it. If you want to blame anyone..." "I'll blame him. He accepted the dare. He'll live with the consequences." Despite repeated pleas from our cousins C.J was ushered upstairs. Michael had tears in his eyes, as he took a last look at C.J in the mirror. Catherine was at his side. "Don't cry C.J. Your mascara will run," she gave him a squeeze on his shoulder. "You can always dress as C.J when you come over here. Our mum won't mind. I've some outfits and dresses I'd love to see you in." "Thank you Catherine." He turned and hugged her. "But I have a feeling that I won't be dressing as a girl any time soon," he removed the blazer. "Dad is really..." "Look C.J," Samantha interjected. "If you come over here and dress. Your dad will never know. I know he's being a bit of a jerk at the moment," she paused. "We'll have words with our mum." He gave a wan smile as he removed the dress. "Thanks Sam." He continued to undress as if he'd undressing in front of us for years. "I think this is going to be the last time we see my secret girl." We all helped him remove the make up. And so it was a very dejected Michael who came down. He looked so low. I started to wonder what our father had in store for him when we got home. We found out. Dad sent Michael to his room and fetched his bamboo cane. We had often been threatened with its use. But today... I can only imagine what happened to Michael. As Dad took his anger out on him. I winced as I heard the cane go through the air. Mum waited for my father to finish. And when he came down the stairs he glared at me so I went to straight to my room. Mum called him into the sitting room. They argued, they never argued. But this conversation got heated. "I told you that this day would come." "It's your daemon. Not mine." "He was smiling. The faggot was smiling." "He was happy Jim. He was happy" "If you hadn't let him dress when he was 10." "It was only for two weeks. He asked to be a girl for two weeks." "And you allowed it." Dad paused. "You turned my boy into a faggot! "I let him experience what it was like for him to be a girl." They argued and argued. Mum got the upper hand. I heard the front door slam and I went downstairs. "Mum...?" I asked cautiously "It's alright Arwen. Everything will be alright. I asked your father to leave. And he has done so. He won't hit Michael again." "He hit Michael...?" Tears started to well in my eyes. "But we were..." "He thought it was going to be a repeat of when you were 10. When Michael was Michelle for two weeks." Mum smiled. "Your father will be living out of a suitcase for a while." "Is Michael alright? Has dad hurt him?" "I'm going to check on him now. Go and make a pot of tea." I saw Michael. His eye had been badly bruised and he had welts on his back from where the cane had struck him. I had never seen him so subdued he was a shell of his former shelf. He stayed in his room for days only leaving it to join us for meals. And to do his chores. Even Catherine and Samantha failed to cheer him up when they visited. Dad had damaged my brother in some way. I really wanted the old Michael back. Mum in her wisdom said he'd heal in his own time. And that If he wanted help he'd ask. We were to be patient, we had to wait. Michael had to finish the school year working at home due to his injuries. Mum filed for divorce from our father. And he remained completely unrepentant. We saw him, but his visits were supervised. And so we were a week into our school's summer break when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was something totally unexpected. "Come In." My brother cautiously and slowly opened the door. "Hi Sis," Michael whispered. "Can I ask you to do me a favour?" I looked at him, his eye had healed with no sign of a bruise, he still looked a little ashen, but my brother was up and around. "Sure Bro," I smiled. "Come in. What can I do for you?" He looked at me, slightly unsure. "I... I..." He paused. "I need your help to become C.J again." He had tears in his eyes. "I didn't know who to turn to. Mum busy with looking after us. The divorce, school..." He was shaking. "I need to dress as C.J. It's as if she is calling to me," he looked in my mirror. "Who I see in the mirror isn't me. He... He... Went away the day he was beaten." I got up from my chair and hugged him. He was so tense I sensed that he was hurting inside. But it had taken a lot of courage for him to come to me like he had. As I hugged Michael I felt him relax so I led him to my fold out sofa and sat him down. "Ok Michael," I said. "This is what I suggest we do," he sat with his head resting on my shoulder. "We talk to mum first. I am sure she'd love to see C.J again but you don't want to rush into this. Trust me Michael please. And if you are going to dress as C.J again we're going to do it properly." "I had to ask," he smiled weakly. "I had to ask. But I agree we need to talk to mum," he glanced in the mirror and I could see the pain. "I don't think I want to be Michael any more." "Don't say that," I responded shocked. "I love you too much for you to say something like that..." "Sorry Arwen." He hung his head. "I have all these crazy thoughts going through my head at the moment. I just..." "Listen to me," I was firm. "We'll get through this. Trust me..?" He nodded as I stood up. And he then promptly tucked his legs under himself which made me laugh. We started talking, talking like we used to when we were younger. He relaxed more and before I knew it he was lying down on my sofa with his eyes slowly closing. I gently laid my 'Hello Kitty' blanket over him and let him sleep, I have a feeling he wasn't sleeping well, but in my room he must have felt safe. Mum came home and I thought about waking Michael up. But I decided against it, I let him sleep. I slowly crept out of my room and went down the stairs. I caught up with mum in the kitchen. "Hi Honey bun," mum giggled. "Will a Chicken Pasta Bake be ok for tea?" She smiled. "Have you seen Michael?" "Hi Mum. Chicken Pasta Bake is fine. And as for Michael he's asleep on my sofa. I don't think he's been sleeping. But we were talking and he just fell asleep." "He's been through a lot over the last few months. And I know he hasn't been sleeping. There has been many a time I've found him awake just staring into space." Mum paused. "He has some scars that we can't see. I would love to heal them. But how can you heal something that you can't see?" "I don't know mum," I answered. "But we might be able to help him in one way. But we need to talk with him together." "I sense you know something young lady. So come on and tell me." She smiled. "Well he came and asked me to help him with something." I paused. "But I said we would speak to you together about it," it would be unfair of me to mention what Michael had asked me but. "Can't I tell you when he's with us?" Mum looked straight at me. "Arwen Eos Jankowska you will tell me what he asked you. I am sure Michael will understand." "Ok mum. He asked if I could help him dress as C.J again." There I had said it. "He said it haltingly but he came out and asked me to help him." Mum paused in preparing the pasta bake. "He may have a point there," she chewed her lower lip. "Michael may have solved something himself. If you fall off a horse you get back on. By dressing up as C.J again may be exactly what Michael needs," she smiled. "Go and wake him up, gently mind you, and we'll have that talk. I'll try not to let slip that I know anything." As I entered my room Michael had already woken up. "I heard voices. Is mum home?" "She is," I chuckled slightly. "And she wants to see you. And about what I don't know." I fought back a laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked nearly tripping over. "Is my hair sticking up?" "Sit back down Mike." As he did I gently unwrapped him from the blanket that he got entangled. "You got caught up in my blanket." Even he had to laugh at that. It was nice to here him laugh after all this time. We sat down to eat. The pasta bake was wonderful but I digress... Michael cleared the table as he did every night. And set to work loading the dishwasher. "Mum," he paused. "I've had a lot of time to think and there is something I really need to do. Believe me Mum it's something that if I don't do I'll end up regretting it." "What's that then sweetheart?" Mum asked even though she knew the answer. Michael looked at me, and I nodded. "I need to dress as C.J again mum," he chewed his lip. "I really need to dress as C.J." "Why do you think that sweet heart? I think you are fine as you are." She looked at him. "Or is there another reason?" I wanted to step in and help my brother but something held me back. He had opened the barn door so to speak. He had to get the horse back in. "Who I see in the mirror isn't who I see up here," Peter pointed to his forehead. "Up here I see C.J sometimes an older version of Alice. But I don't see me." He was fighting back tears. "I should see me. Who I see is a shell of who I once was. I feel that..." Michael looked at mum. "Does this mean that you want to be C.J fulltime?" she asked. "Or just for the holidays and weekends?" she didn't laugh, she just smiled. "I know each time you've dressed as a girl it made you happy. Am I going to be bringing up two daughters from today?" Peter sat down. "I honestly don't know mum. Maybe I'll become C.J fulltime eventually," and he was shaking slightly. "All I know is that I need to dress as C.J. She makes me complete Mum. She'll always be a part of me. C.J is me and I am C.J. No matter what the outcome is today." I was confused slightly. It was obvious that during his convalescence my brother had been doing some serious thinking about things. Dad may have tried to beat C.J out of Michael. But it appeared Michael wasn't ready to let her go without a fight. Perhaps, I thought, C.J is who Michael is meant to be. Would I be getting my wish of having a sister? I waited for mum to make her decision. Hopefully it would be one that would make us both happy. Otherwise there was the chance Mike might do something we'd regret. Mum started to grin which became a smile. "It looks like I'm going to have two daughters in the house for the foreseeable future," she then turned serious. "You'll both have the same curfew. And the same rules regarding boys." Her last comment was aimed at me but I liked the fact she had included C.J. Michael looked surprised. "I've always known Michael," she got up and hugged him. "You won't be like him I promise. You were never going to be like your father. You'll become the beautiful girl I know you are. You'll have two good teachers after all. But we'll take it slow to start," they both sat back down. "You'll have to share some of Arwen's clothes, but we'll go shopping and get you a wardrobe of your own. Especially underwear girls don't share their underwear," she turned to face me. "Arwen you'll have to look after your sister. And help her she has a lot of catch up learning to do. We'll deal with things like school nearer the time. But for now let's enjoy the time we'll have." Mum started to outline what was going to happen over the next few days and the three of us talked long into the night. Mum then realised the time and ushered Michael and me off to bed. But to avoid any confusion from now on I shall refer to my brother as either C.J or Catherine. Because I think you all know I was going to get a full time sister out of this little adventure. "Before you go Michael can you hang on a moment?" I heard Mum call. "I need to have a quick word." "Of course Mum," he turned back. "What's up? Please don't tell me I've done something wrong?" "Sweet heart I just want to be sure about something," She hugged him again. "You're sure that you want to spend some time as C.J? Because I don't want you to make a mistake you'll end up regretting." "Yes Mum," he looked at her. "I have never been so sure in my life. I have to do this, because if I don't..." he took a breath. "It will mean Dad has won," he had tears in his eyes. "And I don't want him to win. I was happy when I was dressed as C.J at Aunt Jessica's. Oh I was nervous, but I was happy," he shrugged. "My only mistake was getting caught by Dad." My sister, well she was my sister now appeared to be more at peace with herself, a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. I started to hope that this little experiment would result in what I suspect Aunt Jessica knew how C.J felt about herself. But then again we write our own destiny... Nothing is as set in stone as we think. Catherine Jessica Jankowska, my sister, was, although she had yet to realise, on the road of transition. A long and difficult road but C.J was lucky she had me and Mum and our Aunt to support her. C.J was the first one up the following morning. And it was a very different person who greeted us as we came into the kitchen. And we were also welcomed by the smell of fresh coffee and gently cooking Sausages, Bacon, Eggs and beans this was a pleasant surprise. "I thought I would surprise you," smiling at us. "There is also some orange juice," her voice was soft and feminine; "Do you want me to get some for you?" Despite the short hair, lack of a female shape, Catherine was presenting herself well. Her pastel blue baby doll was covered with a pastel blue gown in the same material, she was also wearing matching panties with no sign of... with no sign of her... you know her boy bits...! "We'll get our own juice if it's alright with you C.J" Mum was smiling. "Did you sleep well?" she asked. "Yes I did Mum." Catherine looked at us. "I was out as soon as my head touched my pillow. You didn't slip anything in my tea did you?" I caught the cheeky grin. "C.J...!" I laughed. "We wouldn't do anything like that. By the way where did you get your nightwear?" "I found them on my pillows when I went into my room. It seemed right thing to do, to wear them, I mean. I think they helped with my good nights sleep," she chuckled. "I think the lingerie faeries left them for me." I think Mum hid her smile behind her coffee mug and said nothing. I have a strange feeling she was behind the gift. We never did find out. With breakfast over it was time to get ready. Catherine, C.J, got a crash course in female hygiene 101. I wanted to watch, I really wanted to watch. Just to see the look on her face. But mum sent me off to get myself ready. As was said before C.J was relatively hair less, we found out later that she had a slight hormone imbalance, but mum covered her in a hair removal cream. She then told Catherine that she had to do this a least once a week. Catherine showered and watched what hair she had disappear down the plug hole. Using a moisturising body wash her skin was as soft and as feminine as it could be. Luckily for Catherine she didn't have to shave her face. Which was one thing that Michael had got his leg pulled for, but it would help pull off what we did. With C.J undergoing all Mum's ministrations without a sound of a whimper. To the clothes, Being 16, and as young as she was, we knew that C.J had to wear clothes a girl of her age would wear. Mum asked me to get an outfit ready for her. And I was very happy to oblige, she wouldn't be in school uniform this time. So I thought about it and with a smile picked out the following: A knee length soft denim skirt, A pastel purple t-shirt with a small v-neck A soft denim jacket, to match the skirt, A half slip, to go under the skirt, and I added a pair of tan tights. And as I knew she liked them, a pair of black heeled knee high boots. I hoped mum would approve. Mum helped C.J with her foundation garments and was apparently surprised when C.J produced a box in which was something that she called a gaff. And she went on to explain that it would help her have a more feminine shape. C.J deftly tucked her boy bits and put on the gaff. Over which she wore a pair of black panties. Mum then handed her a padded panty girdle. Which gave C.J a pert female bottom; her smile didn't go unnoticed by Mum who reminded her she wasn't finished yet. Handing C.J a 'Push them up' bra couldn't stop a smile as with the ease of an expert C.J put it on. Adding some 'Chicken Fillet' like fillers she adjusted herself so she had a slight, but delightful, cleavage. Mum chuckled. "Catherine. Where did you learn a trick like that? I was going to show you but you beat me to it," she shook her head. "Perhaps you were meant to be a girl. Here put this on." It was a waist nipper which C.J struggled to put on, but once on it gave her a rather nice figure. I noticed that as I came in with my clothing selection, and I admit she was going to be a knock out by the time Mum and I had finished with her. I watched in amazement as she rolled the tights up her legs like she had been wearing them all her life. C.J smiled when she saw the clothes, her face really lit up so much so I called only see a slight trace of my brother, Mum stood back, as did I, as C.J continued to dress, the slip, the skirt, the t-shirt and the boots. She slowly stood up and took a few steps to get used to the heels. Watching her walk was like seeing a switch being thrown. Like the tights, C.J handled the heels as if she was born to wear them. Mum took her by the hands. "Come with me," she led her towards her room. "We're not finished yet. But when we are you'll be beautiful." Rather than Mum putting on the makeup, C.J did it herself as Mum explained each step. First with Mum's help she trimmed her eyebrows giving each one a feminine arch, Blemish cream hid the slight scar under her eye, Foundation and powder followed, C.J took time with her eyes, I even learnt a few tips, and she applied a very subtle touch of blush to her cheeks. And then came the lipstick which was a deep red and not to bright. What happened next surprised me. "Close your eyes C.J. And keep them closed. Only open them when I tell you to." Mum said with a sly smile. "You'll love how you look after I've added the crowning glory." Mum was brushing out a wig, cut in a very girly style and similar to Mum's own style. She put a wig cap over C.J's male hair cut and slipped the wig on to her head brushing it out so it settled. "Open your eyes now Catherine." Mum was smiling broadly. "Take a look at the new you." Catherine's eyes fluttered. "Congratulations Mum. It's a girl." C.J was smiling as she stood up and hugged mum. I have to admit now that my bro... sister was beautiful. She looked like she was meant to be. Mum then dropped a bombshell. "We're going to the salon to get our nails done." She eyed Catherine. "Then we're going to get Catherine her own wardrobe. And then who knows?" Mum looked at me. "We'll let Catherine choose what she wants to wear. After all, she's going to be with us for a while." I smiled. "Well she's already got one set of clothes," I winked at Catherine. "She can keep the clothes she's wearing. They suit her." After hear that news Catherine hugged me. As we got ready to go out I realised. "Hey Mum, Catherine hasn't got a handbag." I looked at her. "I forgot to sort one out for her." "Don't worry Arwen. I've got it covered." Mum handed C.J a Black Hand bag with a shoulder strap. "Catherine this bag has everything you need, make up so you can make running repairs, tissues, house keys in case we get separated, a purse with ?50.00 in notes and change, and your mobile phone. Now you'll need to take this everywhere with you outside the house." She squeezed C.J's shoulder lightly. "Welcome to womanhood Sweet heart. Your sojourn begins today. And I have a feeling you'll do well." "Thanks Mum." Catherine was fighting back some tears. "I'll make you proud to call me your daughter." We went to the Beauty Salon first, the salon staff was wonderful. Mum must have phoned them and said something because they treated C.J as if she were a natural girl. I was surprised as I listened to the conversation she had as her nails were done, she answered each question truthfully and as honestly as possible. But she deftly brushed over who was her favourite male Hollywood actor. Saying she had yet to make her mind as there were so many. That even made Mum smile, and she gave C.J a supportive wink. C.J was becoming very relaxed in her role as a faux female, it was if I had always had a sister. Even mum noticed. Shopping was fun, true to her word Mum let C.J pick her own clothes and shoes. Which she did with surprising ease. I began to wonder what we had unleashed. C.J had inherited a taste in clothes that was a mix of both my own and our mothers. She purchased: Two black skirts, Two dark blue skirts, Two pleated skirts, Two pairs of Capri trousers, An ankle length denim skirt, Four pastel blue blouses, Four pastel pink blouses, two white blouses, A female skirt suit in Navy Blue, and several T-shirts along with a couple of maxi dresses. But I noticed that she hadn't bought any jeans. Her underwear and nightwear choices even got Mum's approval: Several packs of panties, a couple packs of briefs, two Push Them Up bras, two underwire bras, a waist nipper, some control panty briefs and tights and hold up stockings. She picked out another baby doll nightgown in pastel pink, several long nightgowns and a fluffy pink dressing gown with matching slippers. We put all these purchases in the back of our car before we continued shopping. Mum insisted on getting something from the food court. And this is where we had an interesting encounter. This ended up being C.J's first big test of her new identity. One of our mother's old friends spotted us and made her way over to join us. C.J spotted her first and froze her burger dropping back on its plate. "Mum," she was scared. "Mrs Hughes has seen us and is on her way over." C.J paused. "What are we going to tell her? She's known us for years." Mum smiled. "How about we tell her the truth?" she asked. "That way we won't have to lie," pausing to sip her coffee. "Besides which she may be able to help you C.J." "Catherine darling!" Mrs Hughes beamed. "How are you Arwen? Where have you been hiding this lovely creature next to you?" she fired off several questions. "Do tell all..." Of course I nearly choked on my Cola, but mum leaped straight in and opened with. "Darla so good to see you. Please join us. Arwen is fine and goes in for her exams next year. And as for the lovely creature next to me, you've met my son Michael yes? Well this is Catherine Jessica my daughter." Mrs Hughes, Darla, smiled. "Michael yes I've met the lad. Lovely boy," realisation dawned. "But no...! This lovely creature surely... She can't be Michael. I can see the resemblance," she looked closer. "Oh what a super jape. He makes a super girl, oh and she's had her nails done too...!" Darla chuckled. "So Michael..." she realised her mistake. "Sorry Catherine do you like dressing as a girl?" "Please call me C.J Mrs Hughes. That way you'll know which Catherine you're talking to," C.J replied. "Dressing as a girl is a pleasant experience. And I am finding how I'm dressed to be very comfortable. And I feel..." C.J looked at both Mum and me. "And I feel whole, complete some word to describe how I feel escape me." "Of course C.J. I think I know how you feel," she wagged her finger at mum. "You've been a naughty girl Catherine. I should've met C.J ages ago." Mrs Hughes then looked at me. "You are to look after your sister. I sense that C.J is going to be around for a while. And I hope to see her again." With that she got up and left but it was C.J who broke the silence. "That went well. Do you think...?" "I think," mum sighed. "I think she's always known that C.J was always there. Just waiting to come out. But I didn't figure her to be so accepting. That was a very pleasant surprise. Now we've got to get C.J some shoes." And we got C.J some shoes. Two pairs of heeled court shoes, a pair of knee high boots, some ballet style flats, and a pair of strappy sandals. In the weeks after our shopping trip. C.J made a lot of progress, it was as if she had always been part of our lives, she seemed to be a lot happier. She was enjoying being a girl. Mrs Hughes had even offered her a job in her dress shop The Emporium. Of course C.J had said yes, she wanted to see if she could live and work as a girl. Mrs Hughes had even taken to visiting us a least twice a week usually when she dropped C.J home. Mum was over the moon that C.J was working. She could see that C.J was growing as a person in her own right. But the only cloud had been one night when C.J woke up screaming her bed sheets and nightclothes soaked in sweat, she had remembered when our father beat her, but mum soon had her calmed down and relaxed. Her room's d?cor had changed slightly as well, oh she still had some of her models on display, her model of the Galactica and a pair of Vipers, from the show 'Battlestar Galactica', sat on top of a book shelf. But she had added some suitably 'girly' posters and trinkets here and there. And Mum had bought her a vanity which held her makeup, which she become very adept at applying. She even taught me a few tricks. But it was on a wet Saturday afternoon I had been asked to arrange a double date, but I needed to get C.J onboard. You see I had started dating a boy called Lee and his mate Joel had seen C.J working at Mrs Hughes shop and thought it would be a great idea for us to go out on a double date. Lee wasn't so sure, but I thought the experience would be good for C.J. So I went to ask her. Mrs Hughes had indeed helped C.J. She had encouraged her to wear breast forms and it was a great idea. They had been attached in such a way it looked as if C.J had grown them herself, C.J also wore a special latex panty which gave her the outward appearance of a girl her age. I knocked on her door. "C.J can I come in?" "Sure thing sis," C.J replied. "I'm decent." C.J had just got in from a shift at the shop and was changing. She had become so accustomed to being a girl it was hard to remember she was my brother. "Do you want to go on a double date with me and Lee?" I asked her. "He's got a friend called Joel who saw you at Mrs Hughes knew you were my 'sister' and asked Lee..." "Who asked you to see if I would help you out." "Hey when did you start getting female intuition?" I joked. "When I put on my first pair of panties," she replied. "And I suppose I'll have to try dating, I can't stay in every weekend, So you can tell Lee that I will go on a double date with you guys," she looked at me. "I just hope Joel doesn't find out I'm not a real girl..." I hugged C.J. "I hope so too." On the night of the date C.J had pulled out all the stops so to speak. She looked fantastic. She wore an electric blue sheath dress with spaghetti straps that hugged her faux curves. Along with sheer tan hold up stockings and matching electric blue heels. She looked like she was going to a prom. To look at her no-one would know that she wasn't a real girl. She had embraced her femininity and held on to it. I wore a similar dress but mine was black. Our dates both wore tuxes and looked very handsome. C.J, who was a little unsure, handled herself and the attention well. I suppose she felt weird being on the receiving end. But then again Michael had only dated one girl once. All went well until... I heard a scream and then another. Looking around I saw C.J trying to push Joel away. He was forcing himself on her, C.J was fighting him off. I heard him say. "Oh come on C.J. I know you want to... I know you want it...!" he was grinning evilly. "I said NO Joel!" she responded. "I'm not that type of girl." "Oh yes you are... You just don't know it...!" and Joel slapped her. C.J fell breaking a heel on one of her shoes. She lashed out raking Joel's face with her nails. She drew blood. "You..." He didn't finish as Lee dragged him off C.J. throwing him to the ground. I rushed to C.J's side. "Is she alright?" Lee asked. "Has this piece of.... Hurt her?" I checked C.J over, a black eye was starting to form and she was shaking, a dress strap had broken. And she was fighting back tears. Someone had called the Police who arrived with their blues and twos flashing and sounding. They were closely followed by a Paramedic. C.J was sitting up glaring at Joel. Who was soon in handcuffs and being bundled into the Police Car. Lee told one of the attending officers what had happened. And an understanding WPC talked to C.J as the Paramedic tended to her eye. But I then explained to the Paramedic and the WPC that C.J was actually my older brother and that she was a Pre-op Transsexual. I felt as if it was my entire fault. C.J was trying to be true to herself and she ends up getting assaulted. The WPC asked C.J if she wanted to press charges against Joel but she was unsure. But Lee stepped up and said "If C.J doesn't press charges I will." He smiled at C.J "I'm sorry. If I'd have known he was..." C.J cut him off. "Lee its not your fault. Joel was a jerk. I think a night in a cell will do him the world of good." She looked at the WPC. "I want him to have an official warning. But no charges to be filed against him." The WPC smiled. "I'll have a word with the desk sergeant but I can not promise that he won't be charged. But saying that Joel's young enough that a scare like a night in a cell might put him on the straight and narrow." Mum went nuts. We were both grounded for a month. Mrs Hughes had C.J working in the stock room until her black eye disappeared. Sadly C.J's nightmares returned. Although she had hidden it at the time she was badly shaken by the experience. C.J was in the kitchen making a cup of tea. She had had another nightmare. But they were getting less frequent. I watched her move around the kitchen. There appeared to be nothing left of my brother. C.J was for all intents and purposes a young woman. "C.J," I said. "C.J I'm sorry if I've over stepped the mark in anyway," I stepped closer. "I haven't over stepped anything have I?" "Would you like a cup of tea?" she offered. "I can easily make you one. The kettle's still hot enough." How could she be so calm? She had been through hell during the last few months. And she offers me a cup of tea. "I'll have a cup of tea. And we'll have a chat." She smiled as she made my tea. "Arwen. You've never over stepped the mark. You've just been there for me. And what you said to the WPC and Paramedic was true. I am a Pre-op transsexual," she sipped her tea. "Why else would I be wearing these?" she jiggled her faux breasts. "And wear a functional panty that looks like lady bits?" I was at loss for words. C.J had freely admitted to me she was transsexual. I started to wonder if Mum knew. If not, how would we break the news. We heard some movement from behind us and we turned. "You two should be in bed," mum came out of the shadows. "But I have to assume that you've had another nightmare C.J." Mum came over and hugged C.J. "The nightmares will pass sweetheart. They'll pass," she held C.J close; "I'm here for you Catherine." C.J was very close to tears. "I love you mum. But there is something I have to tell you. And it might as well be now," she looked towards me. "I... I..." Mum smiled and said. "You want to be Catherine Jessica full time don't you?" she pulled me in to the hug. "I knew a long time ago that you might make that choice," she had tears in her eyes. "But I know that it's the right choice. I know that you love being a girl. And I am happy that I'm getting a new daughter." We were packed off to our rooms and told to get some sleep. With the promise we'd talk more in the morning. I couldn't sleep, C.J's revelation to me had been quite open. She hadn't brushed it away under the carpet. I decided to go and have little chat with my brother or should that be my sister? I knocked lightly on her door. And I walked in. C.J was still awake reading, I could see the top of her chemise nightdress its lace accents covering her faux breasts. My brother had gone, to be replaced by the attractive girl lying in bed before me. "C.J..." I paused. "C.J I think we need to talk." I moved closer. "You've been holding out on me." C.J put her book down. I saw the title 'The Road to Transition' it was about a young person in C.J's situation. "Holding out on you?" C.J responded. "How?" she looked at me. "Is it the fact..." I sat on the end of her bed. "Sorry C.J. What I meant to say was...," I chewed my lip. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "Because," C.J paused. "Because I wasn't sure myself," she smiled. "You see Arwen part of me wanted to go back to being Michael. But..." she started to tear up. "But I like being C.J. I'm comfortable with being a girl." I giggled. "Catherine," I said. "You're sometimes more girly than I am," I giggled again. "But then again you are making up for lost time." I dodged a playful swat from C.J. Who then pulled her covers back and patted the space beside her. It was my turn to smile. We hadn't shared a bed together in years, the last time had been... But that had been with my brother, I'd yet to share a bed with my sister. "Are you sure C.J?" I asked. "I mean isn't that..." "What a loving sister would do," she answered. "I am your sister am I not?" I lay down beside her, Catherine Jessica, my brother my sister, and hugged her. I didn't feel weird as I lay there with C.J. It felt like a sisterly sleepover. I was awakened by an unearthly scream. "No...! No...! NO...!" C.J was sitting bolt upright in bed sweating and shaking and rocking. "No... No... No..." she whispered. She knelt. "No... No... I'm staying as a girl... I'm C.J... I'm C.J..." I knelt and faced her, I didn't know what daemons she was facing but my sister was white an almost deathly white. I took her hand, it felt cold and clammy... "CJ...? C.J...?" I whispered. "You're all right. You're safe. I'm here. They can't hurt you." I had never seen her so frightened. In fact she was terrified. She fell into my arms. "Arwen...?" She looked confused. "Arwen..." she gave me a weak smile. "Arwen...I..." I held her close, reassuring her, comforting her. I wiped a tear from her cheek with my thumb. She closed her eyes, and I held her closer. We fell asleep in a sisterly embrace. And it was in that embrace our mother found us in the morning. "Morning Girls," she said. "Don't you look sweet." I awoke with a start which woke Catherine. "It was awful Mum. I've..." "I heard," she walked over to Catherine who was in the process of putting her matching gown on. "It was a bad one. Your nightmare...?" Catherine nodded. "Very bad mum. If it wasn't for Arwen," she gave me a warm but weak smile. "I..." Mum held her close. "They'll stop sweetheart, and the nightmares will stop." That afternoon I came home to the strong smell of smoke and made my way to the garden. Our mother had started a bonfire there was a pile of clothes beside it. I saw Catherine throwing individual items onto the fire. She had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. They were tears of happiness. "What's going on Mum?" I asked looking at her. "What's C.J doing?" "It's a rebirth of sorts Arwen." My mother smiled. "It was Catherine Jessica's idea. She's saying goodbye to Michael." C.J threw a pair of boxers on the fire. "Good bye Michael. Good bye Michael..." C.J smiled. "It was a pleasure to know you..." As she walked towards us I finally saw what she was wearing and my mouth dropped to the floor. She was stunning. Her favourite black knee high block heeled boots, black hold up stockings, a black leather skirt that hugged her faux curves, a white roll neck jumper, and a black leather jacket. Her auburn hair was tied into a single braided ponytail and hung between her shoulder blades. Her make up was equally flawless, there was no sign that C.J had ever been male. "Catherine...! WOW...!" I finally spluttered. "You look... Amazing." I had tears in my eyes. She smiled at us both. She turned to our mother. Catherine then took a breath saying, "Congratulations Mrs Jankowska it's a beautiful baby girl. Her name is Catherine Jessica Jankowska. I hope she'll make you and her sister proud." "Catherine, my dear... dear Catherine you have no need to make me proud. You are now my eldest daughter. That is enough for me. And I know whatever you choose to do I know you'll do your best. And that will make me proud." Mum hugged Catherine tightly. "You've made the right choice sweet heart." I looked at my mother and my sister. "I can only see on cloud on the horizon," I informed them. "Who is going to tell dad?" I added. "Because I know that when he finds out that Catherine is Catherine for all time. He is going to freak...!"