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Sara, Becka, and me.
by Teddie S.
Chapter II
Becka returns.
Sara and I had been talking to our mothers about where Becka had come
from. And, her mother had asked her to tell the story...
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Sara started with, "Even before Peter and I were born, you two had been
friends. From the time we were babies, you took turns watching us when
the other one had things to do. And, since we were only a few weeks
apart, when we were old enough you let us play together. Besides there
aren't any other kids in the neighborhood our age. We tried to play
games that where neither a boy's game or a girls. And, we did pretty
well. When we were old enough we also rode bikes together. Went to the
park. You guys were always taking us places, swimming, the zoo, and
stuff like that. We had fun together.
"I've always felt very close to Peter. Like there was something special
between us. Like, when I was nine and grandpa Richards died. He was
there for me, and I've been there for him. It's like we sense things
about each other. He knew something was wrong even before I told him
that we were going to Germany for a year.
"I think it was when we were eleven. It was really raining, he was over
at our house, and we couldn't go outside and play. You were working on
something, and didn't want us interrupting you. So, you had us to go
play in the basement rec room. I got to thinking of the stuff we had
stored in the storeroom in the basement. Then I got the idea to play
dress up. And, we did.
"Peter and I went digging through boxes in the storeroom. And, we found
some of dad's stuff, some of your stuff, and some of Linda's and my
stuff. Right off we knew dad's stuff would be way too big on him. And,
we figured that maybe we couldn't play dress up. But, then I said how
about dressing you like a girl. At first Peter said no way. But, after
a little while, and a little begging, he said he'd try it.
"We went digging. And, found panties, a girl's T-shirt, a nice skirt and
top, and a pair of Linda's shoes that we thought might fit him. He went
into the downstairs bathroom, undressed, and put on the panties and T-
shirt. When he came back out, he commented on how nice and soft
everything felt.
"We put the skirt and top on him, and then the shoes. I looked at him,
and the clothes looked cute on him. So, we kind of played at girl's
things for a while, and we had fun. He got into it and seemed
comfortable with it. And, I just started calling him Rebecca or Becka
for short.
"He didn't look much like a girl. And, I decided that it was his short
hair. We did it off and on over the next few months whenever we were
stuck in the house. Then one time we were digging through the boxes, and
along with a cute shorts outfit and running shoes, and we found a blond
wig. It was a shag cut, and I think it was from one of Linda's Halloween
costumes. I talked him into trying it on, and it made a real difference.
With his bright blue eyes, the wig helped him look like a girl.
"Then whenever we were stuck in the house, and could, we'd dress Peter up
and play as two girls. Then sometime later, maybe only a few months
before we went to Germany, I had him try a bra with some light padding
and some makeup. And, with the wig, there was a cute girl.
"That's about where it ended because we went to Germany."
"That time I caught you," Sara's mother said. "Must have been one of the
first times you did this. He was dressed in a skirt and blouse. No wig.
I figured that you were just having fun, and when I told Peter's mother
about it, she agreed with me.
"I knew that you did it some more, but figured it was harmless play.
But, I kept Peter's mother in the loop.
"Then, just before we were leaving for Germany I happened to see you
again. And, when I first saw Peter, I thought he was a girl. You didn't
see me, so I watched for a while. And, it was like two girls learning to
use makeup. I told Peter's mother about this and she told me what his
aunt had told her. And, I understood."
"Mother," Sara said, "you shouldn't have been spying on us."
"And, you, young lady, shouldn't have been doing things behind my back!"
"Sorry."
"At least you know that we know. And, how we feel about it."
My mother, as she got up from the table, said to Sara's mother, "Mary. I
hear there's an Eagle's nest by the little pond. Let's leave these two
alone for a little while, and see if we can find it?"
As Sara's mother got up, she said, "Sounds good, Jean. I need to walk."
Then she looked at us, smiled, and said, "We'll be back in a little bit."
As they walked away, I said to Sara, "Wow. I wasn't expecting that."
"Me either," Sara replied.
"I was kind of expecting the birds and bees talk,"
"I got that while I was in Germany."
"Oh. Why?"
"Remember. My family is really a strict Catholic family. No birth
control and stuff like that."
"Oh."
Then we sat there in silence for a while, until Sara asked me, "Why do I
like you when you're dressed like a girl and like to help you do it?"
"I don't really know," I replied. "Do you like me when I'm not?"
She looked at me, smiled, and in her cute, shy way said, "Yes. Very
much."
"In the same way?"
"Yes. It's because you are the same person dressing in a different way.
A way that makes them happy. And, because I like the person, it makes me
happy too."
"And, you like to help?"
"Yeah. That's actually a lot of fun. Helping you learn things. Like my
mother said, when we were playing with makeup, it was like two girls
learning to use makeup. I wish we could have continued."
"You can still teach me."
"You want me to?"
"Sure. It would be fun."
"You going to talk to your aunt?"
"I think."
"Would you mind if we did it together?"
"No. It might help both of us. And, you feel something special between
us. Maybe like a brother and sister thing?"
"No. I can't explain it. Maybe your aunt can."
"You know. I've felt like there was something between us too."
She looked at me, smiled and said, "I know."
"How do you know?"
"I don't know how. I just do."
The week following the party was still crazy. We drove Richard to West
Point. This place is impressive, but not for me. The following week
Sara and I did some things together. We went to a movie, went bowling,
and spent time swimming at a local lake. Neither of us could drive yet,
you have to be sixteen years and three months old to get a Virginia
driver's license, so we had to rely on our mothers to take us places.
Or, we rode our bikes. I had my learners permit, but could only drive
when there was adult with me.
On Thursday, we were at the lake, soaking up some sun, and Sara asked,
"When do you want me to teach you how to do makeup?"
"Any time."
"You tell me."
"Okay. How about tomorrow. It's supposed to rain."
She smiled. "I like rainy days. It'll be good to see Becka again."
"You really miss her?"
"Yeah. Do you?"
"Yeah. I wanted to dress, and it was hard not doing it."
"You should have just done it."
"No. Like I told our moms, it's no fun without you."
"You're sweet."
I got my cell phone, called my mother, then after the usual hellos, I
said, "It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Do you think Sara could come
over?"
"Sure honey," my mother said.
"She wants to teach Becka how to use makeup."
"Oh... Ah... Becka... Yeah.... Sure. That should be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes honey. I'm sorry. It just surprised me a little."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I did tell you that you could."
After I hung up, I chuckled a bit, and told Sara what my mother had said.
Sara then asked, "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Sure," I replied, "I think it just surprised her a little. And, my dad
left today for some kind of retreat and won't be back until late Sunday.
So, it's just mom and me."
The weatherman was right. It was raining when I got up Friday morning.
Later my mother said that she had called Sara's mother and invited her
and Sara for lunch. And, when they arrived, Sara had me help her bring
some bags in from the car.
During lunch, I said, "Mom. This sounds so weird. But, were can Sara
and I do... well... "
My mother and Sara's mother were grinning. Then my mother said, "Honey.
Don't be nervous. Mrs. Monroe and I know what you want to do. Where
would you like to do it?"
I looked at Sara, and she said, "Some place with a mirror would be nice,
so he could watch."
"Well when Peter's father and I got our new bedroom set, we moved our old
set to the spare bedroom. And, there's a vanity. So, I guess you can
use that."
"Thanks Mrs. Carter."
"Just leave the door open."
"Leave the door open?" I asked.
"Go on. And, just behave yourselves."
"Mother!"
Sara grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward where we'd left the bags. We
grabbed the bags and headed to the spare room, which was at the far end
of the house. It was basically a duplicate of my mom and dad's room. And
even had an attached bathroom. We did leave the door open.
Now, don't get me wrong. I am a boy, a teenaged boy, and I like girls.
But, I also have a lot of respect for Sara. Would I like to do things
with her? Yes. And, that may happen at some point. But, not until
we're both ready. But, controlling the urge can be a problem.
Sara dumped the contents of the bags on the bed and I said, "That's a
bunch of stuff."
"Sure," she replied. "The biggest problem is you've grown over the past
year. And, I'm not sure what's going to fit you."
She started sorting through things. A small pile of panties. A couple
of bras. Three or four pairs shorts. A few tops. Some short socks.
Two pairs of girls' running shoes. The wig. And, a box that she set on
the vanity.
"This would have been easier at your house?" I said.
"Maybe. But, this will still be fun," she said with a cute smile.
Then, she did something that she hadn't done since my brother's party.
She kissed me. Not a long kiss, but a nice one. Then, after we'd broken
the kiss, she said, "I was right."
"Right about what?" I asked.
"That I needed to do that more."
"Now," she continued, "I figured we'd keep the clothes simple, and spend
the time on the makeup. Take the panties, go in the bathroom, strip, and
see if you can find a pair that fits."
Doing as I was told, I picked up the panties, and headed to the bathroom.
I stripped, and looked at the panties. I finally picked up a pink pair
that had some stretch to them. Slipped them up my legs, and they were
too small. Next I tried a pair of pale green ones. Not much stretch,
but they fit. I'd almost forgotten how nice panties felt. But, I had a
minor problem. I had started to get an erection.
Being a geek, and after the talk in the park, I'd done some net surfing
and found a lot of information on cross-dressing. Some of it was gross,
but some was informative. I had learned what tucking was, and I had
tried it with my tighty whities, and it had worked. So, I tried it with
the panties, and it worked better than it had with my tighty whities.
There was a soft knock on the door and Sara asked, "Have you found one
that fits?"
"Yeah," I replied.
I walked back into the bedroom. Sara looked at me and said, "That took
long enough."
"Sorry. But, I had to take care of something."
She studied my face for a minute, and ended up frowning a little. So, I
asked, "What's wrong?"
"Your eyebrows," she replied.
"What's wrong with my eyebrows?"
"They're a mess."
"A mess?"
"Yes. If we're going to do your makeup, we need to work on them."
"Work on them how. How?"
"Just clean them up."
"No. Boys don't do that. And, what will people think?"
"Peter. No one will notice."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"How much cleaning?"
"Just neaten them, and remove some of the stray hairs."
"Okay. I guess. Just don't go overboard."
She had me sit at the vanity, and she went to work. It hurt, and I
started getting worried that she was doing too much. Just as I was going
to tell her to stop, she stopped and said, "There. That's better. Take
a look."
I looked in the mirror and really couldn't see any difference. Sara
asked, "See anything different?"
"No. Not really," I said.
"All I did was remove some hairs from the bottom, so that they were even.
Pulled some of the longer ones. And removed some between your eyebrows.
Besides, you're a blond, and your eyebrows are very light."
We spent rainy days with her teaching me makeup, then one day I asked her
how she'd learned makeup so well. She grinned, and said, "Spend a year
at an all girl's school, and it's one of the things that you did to pass
the time when you weren't in class. The nuns didn't like it, but we did
it anyway."
Over the following weeks Sara taught me the finer points of makeup. How
to use an eyebrow pencil. How to measure where my eyebrow should start
and end, and where the arch should be. How to use eye shadow. How to
use a lip liner and lipstick. Of course every day we did this I was
Becka. Now don't get me wrong. This wasn't an everyday thing. It was a
rainy day thing. There were days that Sara did things with her
girlfriends. And, there were days that we did other things together.
Riding our bikes to the park, swimming, and stuff like that. Makeup
lessons usually happened on rainy days.
And, with her teaching, I actually got good at doing it. One day my
mother happened to see us, and she was surprised how I looked. She said,
"Peter. You look wonderful. Sara really does a good job with your
makeup."
"Mom," I said, "it's Becka. And, I did my own make up with her only
making suggestions."
"Well. Becka. You did a lovely job on your makeup."
On one of those rainy days, Sara asked me to come over to her house.
When I got there, she told me, "Mom and I were talking about you, really
Becka, and I told her that you'd gotten good at doing your own makeup.
Then she asked me if I though you would mind if she saw the finished
product. And, I told her that I'd ask. So, I'm asking?"
I told her, "No problem."
She smiled, then said, "I also may have found one of Linda's old formals
that might fit you. So, do you want to go for the whole formal look?"
I didn't have to answer. My smile told her my answer. She grabbed my
hand and pulled me up to her room. She had everything laid out on her
bed. Panty, bra, panty hose, the dress, a pretty black formal, and
something I'd never seen before. I picked the item and asked, "What's
this?"
"It's a waist cincher," Sara replied.
"What's it for?"
"So the dress will fit better."
"But, I'm skinny."
"But you don't have a waist. The dress is form fitting. And this will
give you a waist."
I went into the bathroom and changed into the panties. Since I knew how
to tuck, every time I was Becka I had a smooth front. Then I found out
what a waist cincher is. Sara had me step into it, and pull it up to my
waist. There were laces at the back of it that she tightened. And I
felt my insides being squeezed. Finally she tied the laces and said,
"There. Now you've got a waist."
"Yeah. But I can't breath."
"You'll get used to it."
I just frowned at her.
I put on a bra and added little padding. Walked over to her vanity, sat,
and did my makeup, and put on the wig. Sara was smiling and said, "I
just love watching you do that. You've really learned."
"I had a good teacher," I said.
Then Sara helped me into the dress, and as she zipped it up, it was still
a little tight. But she got the zipper up. She stood back and said,
"You look good it that dress."
I looked in the mirror, and she was right. There was a girl standing
there.
Then Sara asked, "Can I have mom take a look?"
"Sure."
"I'll be right back."
Sara ran out of the room, and was back in a few minutes with her mom.
Her mom saw me and said, "Peter! You do look good in that dress."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes you really do. I'm amazed. Could I take a couple pictures?"
"I guess. But why?"
"I just want to be able to look at them."
"Will anyone else see them?"
"Not unless you tell me they can. Like maybe your mother."
"My mom would be fine."
"You know. A pair of heels with that dress, might look really good.
"Sara. Look in Linda's closet, and see if you can find something that
might go good with the dress. And I'll be right back."
Both Sara and her mom left me. Sara was back first with a pair of black
heels, she set them on the floor, and held my hand as I tried to put my
foot into them. They were tight, but I finally got them on. I felt
really unstable, like I was going to fall, and wouldn't let go of Sara.
Mrs. Monroe was back fairly quickly, and took a number of pictures. She
even posed me in various ways. But I was always near something to hold
on to.
When she was done, I couldn't get the heels off fast enough. They were
really hurting my feet. Sara said, "What's the matter? Don't like the
heels?"
"I liked the heels, but they were too tight. And were hurting my feet."
One morning at breakfast, after my dad had left, my mother asked, "Your
Aunt Dorothy is coming over on Saturday. Do you still want to talk to
her?"
"Sure," I said, "the more I know about me. The better."
"Do you think Sara still wants to talk to her?"
"I don't know. But I'll ask."
That Saturday, my dad was at one of his weekend retreats, and my Aunt
Dorothy was at our house around ten in the morning. She and I sat on the
patio and just talked for about two hours. I won't go into details,
because I can't remember most of the questions she asked. But, we talked
about a lot of things, from my liking to dress like a girl, to the
relationship that Sara and I have, to school, to my plans for the future,
and so on.
Then she asked me to call Sara to come over. I did as she asked. And,
she and Sara talked for a good hour. Then, she talked to both Sara and
me together for another hour. And, when we were done, she asked Sara to
have her mother come over and join us, and for me to ask my mother to
also join us.
While we were waiting for Sara's mother, Sara and I talked about what my
Aunt Dorothy had talked to us about, but nothing made much sense to us.
When everyone was together. We moved into the den. Aunt Dorothy first
told us that after our short talk and not doing in-depth testing, that as
she had expected I was transgendered. And, in my case I was a cross-
dresser. I wasn't interested in being a woman, only looking like one.
And, I was interested in doing it properly and well. That I was
heterosexual, and was not at all interested in boys sexually.
Then she said that the relationship between Sara and I was very unusual
for non-twins. She had seen it between twins, but never between children
from two different couples. That it was like we could see into each
other's minds and know what each other was feeling. She was going to do
more research on it, and talk to experts on the subject. Of which there
aren't many.
We did hear back from Aunt Dorothy a few weeks later. She told us that
she'd researched the interaction that Sara and I have, and there was
nothing in the literature. And that the colleagues that she talked to
about us had never heard of it either, but would really like to study us.
Both Sara and I didn't want to be research subjects. But we'd be happy
to talk to her some more.
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