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I was sitting in my living room, watching movies and playing video games that'd played so many times that I could do all the lines from the movies and make all the moves in the games in my sleep. If it hadn't been pouring down rain, I could have been at the local park, playing catch or riding my bike, but it was another of six straight days of rain and I had a bad cases of what my family called "Cabin Fever." "There's nothin' good on TV and I've played all of these games before," I complained as my sister Carrie walked by. "If it would quit raining, we could ride bikes or something." "That's why being a boy sucks," Carrie laughed. "All you want to do is run around and when you can't do that, you whine." I wasn't about to let my snotty sister mock my having fun. "Running around as you call it is way better than sitting around, doing each other's nails, and trying on each other's clothes. I've seen you and your friends having fun and our way's better!" "Maybe, but when my friends and I get together, it won't matter if it's pouring down rain or not. We can give each other makeovers, do each other's nails and hair, try on each other's stuff or go shopping at the mall." "Yeah, that's weird." I laughed. "Girls will spend all day at the mall and not buy a single thing!" "Would you think it was weird if you could test out different video games before buying one, cause that's what girls get to do - we check out different outfits and then buy what we liked when it goes on sale." "That would be great," I admitted. "But stores won't let us do that, I can watch demos but that 's it." "So you admit it, girls have it better than boys!" "I never said that," I answered quickly, not wanting to let her trick me. "So you can try on clothes before you buy them, big deal. Mom makes me try everything on before she buys it for me." "That's another thing," Carrie added. "You can't even pick out your own clothes, mom has to do it for you. You're such a baby." I got so mad that I stuck my tongue out at her! "Oooh, big, tough man, aren't you?" She laughed. "Twice the man you are!" I shot back without thinking about how stupid it sounded. "Wow, do you really think so?" Carrie was holding her stomach from laughing so hard. "I doubt you're all that tough; I'll bet that you're just a pretty little girl pretending to be all tough!" "Screw you!" I screamed. "Nice girls don't talk like that," Carrie corrected. "Now, say you're sorry." "Bite me," I sneered. "Quite the tomboy, aren't you?" Carrie teased. Carrie pulled back, pretending to be afraid. "I'm so afraid of you, little girl. Please don't hurt me." I was furious. I lunged at her but she simply laughed and stepped aside, causing me to fall over. "You should've taken Ballet with me, you might be just a bit more graceful." I grabbed her arm and tried twisting it but she easily pulled away. Kneeling next to a table, she challenged me. "How about we see who's stronger?" she offered. "We'll arm wrestle, best of five tries wins." "Great, I can't wait to have you doing all of my chores for a month!" "And I can't wait to show you what a pretty little girl you really are!" I was sure I could easily beat Carrie so I didn't listen to anything she said, I knelt down opposite her and prepared to show her my strength. Two minutes later, I'd lost all five chances. Carrie went to her room, where I heard her rummaged through her dresser. She came out and threw something at me. "Get your cute buns in the bathroom, get undressed, put those on, and get back out here or I'll come get you!" What she threw turned out to be a pair of silky panties with a lace waistband. I started to argue but ran for the bathroom as she moved towards me. Minutes later, I was standing in front of her wearing nothing but white panties that were causing me tons of confusion. The next thing I knew, I was standing in front of a mirror, checking out the cute girl in my sister's old cheerleading uniform. "I feel stupid," I muttered as Carrie did my hair and put makeup on me. "No you don't, I saw you smiling when you thought I wasn't looking." I didn't know what to say, I was standing there in a pair of silky panties, one of her old training bras, my legs covered in pantyhose, a cheerleader uniform that fit me perfectly, and I had goose bumps all over me. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Carrie prodded. "Admit it, you like being a cute cheerleader!" "No way," I said with as much force as I could. The last thing I wanted was for her to know that I was dreaming of being at a school Basketball game, down on the court in my uniform, waving my pom-poms and cheering on the guys. "Yes you do, admit it," Carrie ordered. "Otherwise, I'll toss you outside and lock the door." "Yeah," I said in a louder voice. "I feel stupid but I don't wanna be outside dressed like this. Suddenly I found myself thinking that I wouldn't mind being dressed like this on the Basketball court or on the Football field at school, but not outside where people would recognize me. "Then maybe we should stop and you can get changed back into your things?" "No, I guess it's okay," I mumbled, feeling really confused, it seemed stupid in a way but I really didn't want to change back. At least not right away. "I mean, I did lose the contest so it's only fair that I go through with the penalty." "That's right," Carrie giggled. "And you're going to be my pretty little sister all afternoon." I had to concentrate on something terrible to keep from smiling. Carrie suggested that I watch a movie while she picked out another outfit for me. She turned a silly girl movie on and took off. The movie was kinda silly, a couple of girls who liked the same boy and how they tried to outdo each other to get his attention. I'd seen Carrie watching it before and never took any notice but now for some reason, I kept checking out the outfits the girls were wearing and wondering how I'd look in them since we were about the same age. "Wouldn't you like wear a dress like that?" Carrie suddenly asked, referring to a girl in a short dress with thin straps. "No! Why would you ask such a stupid question anyhow?" "Um, cause you're sitting there with your legs tucked under you and your hands in your lap, just like a girl does." I quickly sat up straight, I don't know why I sat the way I did, I'd seen Carrie do it a million times and somehow, dressed the way I was, it just seemed right. Anything to keep from admitting that I really wanted to wear a dress like the girl on TV was wearing. "Oh, shut up and watch the movie." "Having a good time, little sister?" Carrie teased after the show had ended. "I'm your brother and no, I'm not having a good time. Can I get out of these stupid clothes?" "C'mon," she smiled. "I'm not done with you yet." "No, please not that dress," I begged when I saw what she'd set out for me to wear. It was the dress she'd worn when she graduated from Junior High School, cream colored with a lace covering, she'd looked really pretty in it. "Take the uniform off and sneakers off, keep the stockings and everything else on little sister, it's time to make you pretty." My eyes bugged out when I saw myself in the dress and heels, my makeup just a little more obvious than it was as a cheerleader. To top it off, Carrie had put nail polish, a necklace, and several bracelets on me. I looked almost as pretty as Carrie had when she'd worn that dress. "Help me make dinner," Carrie ordered. "But first, you'll have to change, I don' t want to risk getting that dress stained and you may want to wear it again." I spent the next hour helping Carrie cook and set the table in a denim skirt, pink jersey, pink socks and the sneakers I wore when I modeled her cheer uniform. I hurried to change before mom and dad got home but kept the panties on since they felt so good! Carrie was busy for a couple of days after that and Jake acted like nothing had happened so I figured everything was forgotten and made a note never to go up against Carrie again. The only problem with figuring that everything has been forgotten was that I couldn't forget! Not a single day went by that I didn't remember how cute I looked as a cheerleader, how special I felt wearing that lace dress, or how comfy it was to wear a denim skirt. Several times I snuck into Carrie's room and borrowed a pair of her panties and white socks. figuring no one would notice the panties and the socks looked almost identical to mine. Everything was going just fine until one weekend when Carrie was doing the laundry. "You've been wearing my stuff, haven't you?" she asked as if asking the time. "No, that's stupid, why would I do that? Didn't you embarrass me enough that one day?" "Why? Because you enjoyed getting all prettied up; you liked the way you looked as a cheerleader, and you loved wearing that lace dress. You were sitting like a girl watching that movie, and when you wore that denim skirt outfit to help with dinner, you moved around totally different than any other time; you were try to act like a girl and you know it!" She had me, no doubt about it but I wasn't about to admit it. "You're dreaming, you have some weird dreams of dressing boys like girls and you want to turn me into some sissy," I hurried away before she got me to admit that pretending to be a girl was the most fun I'd ever had! I hoped that she didn't know that I'd started shaving my legs and pits, I didn't have much hair at all but since it was important to me to be a girl, I dutifully shaved what little I had and even began using some of Carrie's and mom's skin cream in hopes of making my skin smooth and soft. I was determined to do whatever a girl did so I paid close attention to mom and Carrie whenever I could. Whenever I was alone, I practiced moving the way Carrie moved; short steps, swinging my arms, a little wiggle to my butt. I used to dress up and practice in front of a mirror until I was sure that I could mimic Carrie. Once I had her walk and all down pat, I began practicing with heels. Carrie had some pretty shoes but mom had several pairs of FM stiletto heels that I was determined to master. Of course I couldn't wear heels with socks so I wore pantyhose, and since I was wearing pantyhose, I wore a dress too. I spent hours stumbling around the house, trying to keep my balance while doing everyday things in heels. Carrie had gotten me so upset that I locked myself in my room and changed into a pair of pretty green panties I'd borrowed from her drawer the day before. I admired what I thought was my cute butt, covered in pretty nylon, then hurriedly pulled my pants back on and went to help Carrie. Helping with laundry and housework wasn't my idea of fun but my parents had insisted and besides, Carrie had threatened to dress me up and take me to the mall if I tried to back out. Going to the mall in a dress sounded like fun but I was sure that Carrie would make certain that everyone knew I was a boy. All the while I helped, Carrie would stare at me, making me feel really uncomfortable. Could she possibly see through my jeans and realize that I was wearing her underwear? Could she somehow read my mind and tell how excited I was when she was sorting out the underwear to be put away? Wouldn't it be a shame if somehow a pair or two of hers ended up in my drawer? Maybe though she was just trying to get me upset by taking her sweet old time folding her underwear and setting it in a neat pile? Whatever, I was nearly breaking into a cold sweat by the time we finished. From time to time I'd try to go without dressing up like a girl; I got rid of all of Carrie's clothes that I had stashed in my room and swore I'd never wear them again. The best I could do was three weeks before I broke down, snuck into Carrie's room, picked out a pretty dress, stockings, heels, the cutest bra and panty set she owned, and went rushing back to my room to change and ran right into Carrie who had come home way earlier than I had expected. I was sure I was doomed. "Why not just get changed in my room," Carrie asked as she smiled at me. "I could help with your zipper and put some makeup on you if you'd like?" "I can explain," I began, hoping to find some way out of my problem. "No you can't and we both know it." She smiled and gave me a hug. "You're nowhere near as clever as you think; I've seen the waistbands of my panties when you bend over, panties I know I haven't worn have been ending up in the wash, and you left my makeup open a couple of times." I couldn't decide if I should keep trying to BS my way out of the situation or not. I had to be imagining the whole thing, Carrie being nice to me? Was she really offering to help me dress up and look pretty or was she planning to trick me by dragging me out of the house once I was all dressed? Why would my nasty sister, who caused my problem, suddenly want to help me enjoy what went from a problem to my favorite hobby? Before I could decide, Carrie took my arm and pulled me to her room. Shutting and locking the door, she carefully took all of the clothes and arranged them neatly on her bed. "Please don't do this to me," I begged. "I'll do anything you want, just please let me go." "Most girls would be thrilled to be able to wear their older sister's stuff and to have her put makeup on them., what's your problem?" "Um, I don't trust you?" I said in a whisper. "I'll prove that you can trust me." Moving to her PC, she asked. "Did you know that the webcam on your PC can be operated remotely?" she asked. "Here, look at this." She opened a folder on her PC and clicked on a video. I nearly died seeing my smiling face as I stripped naked and dressed in my sister's clothes. There I was, all done up as a girl, smiling, dancing around my room, flipping out my skirt and having a wonderful time. "Then of course, there's this," she smiled and turned on a video of me learning to walk in heels. "Check this one out, it's my favorite!" The next video was me attaching nylons to mom's corset, slipping on a pair of high heels, and swishing my butt as I watched myself in a mirror. "Oh god, please don't show these to anyone." I was so upset I began to cry. "I thought you were up to something when you started spending time in your room so I learned how to take control of your web cam and watch what you were doing. I've had these for months now," she smiled sweetly. "If I planned on showing anyone, you'd have been dead meat by now." "Ok, so now you're gonna blackmail me," I sighed, knowing that not only was my goose cooked, it was stuffed and laid out for dinner. Carrie could demand anything and I'd have to give it to her. "What do you want?" "A little sister." Carrie smiled. "That's something you'll have to take up with mom and dad." "No, that's something I want to take up with my little brother who could make a great little sister. After all, you already enjoy getting all dolled up just like any other girl; now imagine if you didn't have to sneak my stuff all the time, all you'd have to do is ask and if I don' t plan on wearing it you can! Imagine that you had your own clothes to wear, cute outfits that you picked out for yourself. I could get you those things without a problem you know, no one's going to think twice if I buy a cute top, a pretty skirt, or some really frilly underwear." My mind drifted off to picturing myself in a pretty dress with a pair of cute shoes, silky pantyhose, and matching bra and panty set like Carrie had. She could teach me all the stuff I wanted to know, how to put on makeup, walk in heels, and even things like how to put on a bra without having to go through contortions. Carrie always looked good, she was considered one of the best looking girls in the high school, and she was offering to help me look that good too. The only problem was that I just didn't trust her. Then again, she could've fried me by now. All she had to do was to show mom and dad the video clips, I'd never be able to explain why I was wearing a corset and nylons and trying to walk in heels. "Please say yes, Piper," Carries asked softly. "I promise never to make fun of you and to be the best sister in the whole world." "It's not like I have a choice," I shrugged. "If dad ever saw those videos, he'd probably turn me into a girl himself. Who's Piper, by the way?" "Don't worry about daddy," Carrie laughed. "I'm the only one that's gonna be turning you into a girl. Piper's the name mom and dad picked out if you'd been a girl. I wish they had named me that but I got stuck being named for Grandma." "It sounds nice." I did my best to relax and smile. "Okay, Piper it is." "Great!" Carrie grinned and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm going to love having a little sister, we're going to do all kinds of fun things like fixing our hair, doing our nails, and teaching you to be a young lady!" She handed me the bra and panties I had chosen and pushed me off to her bathroom to change. "Nice legs," she said when I came back. "Have you been shaving them?" "Yeah, I've been shaving them every night and rubbing cream into them. I have to be careful in Gym class and when I shower after class but it's so exciting to think that I'm doing something a boy wouldn't do and getting away with it. They feel so smooth that I almost hate to wear stockings when I dress up, but I like the way my legs look in stockings and don't feel right without them." "Wow, you do like to live dangerously little sister." Carrie shrugged as I pulled on a pair of pantyhose. "You've got great legs, it's a shame to have to hide them in pants. You should at least wear shorts." "Thanks, no one's ever complimented my legs before." I smiled, feeling very happy. "I like your dresses better than jeans since I think my legs look pretty good too." "Here, let me show you something." She took the dress I was planning to wear from me. "Watch, pull the zipper down just far enough to get the dress over your head, then you can pull it up the rest of the way without help." "Fantastic! Now I can finally zip up my dresses, I could never reach all the way before and I couldn't ask mom for help." "You could've asked me, Piper," Carrie grinned. "That's what sisters are for, you know." "Yeah, but I didn't know we were sisters until today, I thought you were a nasty ogre. Being your sister's gonna be so nice." "I told you that I always wanted a sister, and since you were sweet enough to volunteer to be her, I'll be the sweetest big sister ever. Let's talk about dresses; they're fun to wear, they probably make you feel all girly inside, right?" "Well, yeah they do," I forced myself to admit. "That's okay, but did you know that girls can feel all pretty and sexy wearing jeans or slacks?" "Never thought of it," I shrugged. "I figured that dresses were what made boys and girls different. If I wanted to look like a pretty girl, I needed a dress." "You're thinking like a boy, stop it!" Carrie ordered. "Take off the dress and let me show you how to feel all pretty and girly in jeans." "Do I have to?" I pleaded. "I love the way it looks and makes me feel." "Take it off and I'll put pink polish on your toenails." What a choice, take off the prettiest dress I ever wore or miss having polish on my toenails, pink polish at that! "If we have time, I'll let you wear it again till mom and dad get home and when you help with the housework this weekend, you can be my little sister, okay?" "Deal!" I screamed as I hugged her. Carrie let me keep the stockings on under a pair of really cute jeans. she found me a pair of pink sneakers to go with a pink top, looped a pink belt through the belt loops in the jeans, and then put a little makeup on me. "It's not the clothes that make a girl feel good, although they're a big help, it's the girl's attitude that counts. If she acts feminine and takes a little time to fix herself up, she'll look great in anything." Carrie led me to her mirror and showed me how to pose in different ways. I was amazed, I looked pretty and felt like I was a total girl. Next Carrie had me squeeze into a tight girdle with a padded butt and added a pair of fake boobs to my bra. She had me squeeze into a pair of tight jeans and a low cut top. "What do you think of yourself now?" "Hot!" I smiled coyly as I turned to view myself from other angles. "Jailbait!" Carrie laughed. "Twelve year old girls have no business looking so sexy and neither do twelve year old boys." Then why do you dress like this for dances?" "Dumb question dear sister. I'm not twelve years old, mom and dad would have never let me out of the house looking like this at that age. I used to try on mom's sexy stuff when I was your age, it's part of growing up for a girl, she wants to see what it's like to be all hot and sexy, mom's understand it since they did the same thing. They'll never let their daughter out of the house looking that way, but they understand." "Do you think mom would mind if I did that?" "I dunno, Piper. Let's just play dressup for awhile, okay?" "Yeah, I guess you're right, mom and dad might freak out seeing me in a dress." I spent the rest of the afternoon getting girl lessons from Carrie, we dug around in some boxes in the attic and found a bunch of outfits that Carrie wore when she was my age that mom never got rid of. We used to tease her about being a pack rat but we were thrilled about it after we found the dress Carrie wore when she went trick or treating as a princess when she was twelve. The dress was below the knee, all pink lace with a silky liner that felt heavenly when I tried it on. The feel of the liner brushing against my nylon clad legs was so thrilling that I found myself wondering what I could do to get my parents to accept me as their daughter Piper. Carrie redid my makeup and helped me stand in a pair of mom's pink high heels. "I just thought of something really evil," Carrie laughed. "You know how you're always saying that mom and dad let me do anything I want? I'm going to suggest that you be a princess this Halloween and wear this dress!" "I love you sis!" I screamed as I gave her the best hug I could. I almost fell over since I forgot I was wearing heels but she held me tight. "Do you think I could wear panties and a bra, and stockings? Maybe heels too?" "Don't worry sweetie, I'm going to go all out with my sister, she's going to be so pretty that no one will ever guess that it's you." We ended our first afternoon as sisters in time for me to change back before mom or dad got home. I kept my panties on and Carrie kept her promise to do my toe nails. When mom and dad finally got home, Carrie and I were back to giving each other dirty looks to keep mom or dad from figuring out how we spent the day. We tried to keep up our little game of pretending to hate each other but as time went on, it got harder and harder to do. Halloween was fast approaching though so we had to put on a good show so that mom and dad would go along with making me a princess. After school, if there was nothing else to do and mom and dad were working, I'd put on something cute and do my homework. If Carrie was home, she'd help me so I could get done faster than we'd sit around and look over some fashion magazines she subscribed to and she'd help me understand how to put together a pretty outfit. It was so easy to forget that I was a boy, Carrie never called me anything but Piper or sis, and it was all kinds of fun to look at pretty outfits and wonder what it would be like to wear them. I learned a lot by spending time with Carrie, she taught me stuff like how to dress just right for my age and how to move and even talk like a girl. I learned to smile more often when I talked, to use words like cute and adorable, to tilt my head when I spoke the way girl did, and how to use my hands more often. It was so fun that I so hated to change back into being a boy when our parents came home but Carrie promised to fix that for Halloween by not just convincing our folks to send me trick or treating as a princess but to also take me to the Halloween parties the companies they worked for were planning. Everything was great, I wore colored polish on my toenails and sometimes I even used clear polish on my fingernails which of course, I filed whenever I could and took real good care of them just like Carrie taught me to do. One Saturday we were rooting through some of the boxes of clothes in the attic when I hit the jackpot; a box that contained some of Carrie's very first bras, ones that looked sort of like a tee shirt that ended just below my chest and had lace decoration on the straps and at the bottom. "I just have to have these!" I giggled as I held them against me, they looked like a perfect fit. I quickly took off my jersey and tee shirt and pulled on one of the bra tee shirts. "Girls are so lucky." I pouted as I pulled the bra over my chest. "I never have anything like this to show that I'm growing up." "You do now Piper," Carrie smiled. "Your very own training bras! Someday, you'll be a big girl and get to wear bras for grown up girls but for now, you can see what's it's like to grow up as a girl. Hurry up, put your jersey on so we can tell if anyone would know you're wearing a training bra." I pulled my jersey over my head and Carrie pulled it tight and tucked it into my jeans. "This is your lucky day Piper," she grinned as she led me to an old mirror. No matter how hard I looked, even knowing to look for straps or a line where the bra ended, I couldn't see any sign of it. If this is a dream, I hope I'll never wake up," I giggled as I stared at my reflection. "I'll be able to wear panties and a training bra and no one will ever know!" "So, are you going to quit wearing my bras for a few years and wear training bras instead?" Carrie teased. "No way," I said firmly. "I can wear these to get used to wearing a bra, maybe someday I'll be able to wear real bras under pretty outfits." We spent a good bit of time getting all of my new clothes organized. We didn't think there was any way to hide them in my room so we took odds and ends from one box, neatly packed my new tops, skirts, bras, and panties into that box and put the odds and ends into another. That way I wouldn't have to hunt through a bunch of boxes when I wanted to be Piper, everything I'd need would be in one place. I wore my bras and panties often and of course, no one ever seemed to suspect anything, not even my friend Jake. We'd go bike riding or play basketball, (I'd always be "Shirts"), or whatever else boys our age would do and it would excite the heck out of me to know that I was in a bunch of other guys wearing girl's underwear and none of them knew! As time went by though I couldn't keep pretending to hate Carrie any more. Instead of yelling at her, making fun of her, or saying something rotten about her, I'd smile, offer to help with housework, and sometimes even compliment her on her outfit when she was going to a dance. She was my sweet, helpful sister and I loved her to bits. Of course mom and dad didn't mind, they seemed confused by my change but they seemed to feel that it had name calling and screaming beat all to heck, so they went along with it. Carrie and I were having a great time as sisters, she told me all about the guys she was dating, which guys at school she thought were cute, and even her opinions on some of the girls making me feel just like a girl. She started bugging me about which boys I thought were cute but I had a hard time thinking of any until she explained what was important to a girl. After that, I could look at a boy and size him up from a girl's point of view, did he have nice hair, did he dress well, was he tall, did he have muscles? To a girl, nice hair meant that he took care of himself; no girl wanted to run her fingers through greasy, dirty hair. Same for dressing well; girls took a lot of time making themselves look nice, putting together outfits that showed off their best features like their breasts, legs, or figures and they expected a guy to make the same effort. If a guy wouldn't make the effort to keep his hair neat and clean and to wear clothes that he looked good in, girls figured he wouldn't make much of an effort to impress them either. Of course, muscles counted too. A girl wanted a guy who was stronger than her, a guy who could move things that were too hard for her to move and most of all, a guy who made them feel all safe and secure when he held them. Carrie said that even though there was so much being said about how women could take care of themselves, she and her friends wanted a guy who could handle things they couldn't, like carrying heavy things and reaching things that were too high for them. Carrie had a way of making me feel like a girl when we were together, with all of the talking about clothes and guys, learning how to wear makeup, do my hair and nails, how to put an outfit together that would make me look pretty, and how to walk and talk like a girl, it was practically impossible to think of myself as a boy. I did run into some problems because of all of my girl training though. Once, when mom took me to the mall to pick up some more shirts, I found myself staring across the aisle at the Junior's department and wondering if I'd look good in some tops that were on display and what skirts or jeans I could match them up with. I got lucky that time and was able to pull my attention back to the shirts mom wanted to show me but judging from the strange look she gave me, I think she overheard me thinking out loud about a dress that I thought would look great on me and I did get just a little too distracted when she stopped to check out some makeup. At school I had to be real careful; whenever I was alone I would carry my books against my chest the way girls did instead of on my hip like a boy. I almost got caught a couple of times when another kid would walk out of a classroom or a teacher would come around the bend and into the same hallway as me, making me drop my arm to my side as fast as I could. Of course, once the coast was clear again, the books went back to my chest and I started to walk more like a girl. It was so scary but that made it even more fun! By the time Halloween rolled around, I had been wearing panties and training bras every day for two months, kept my nails a little longer than guys normally did ( Carrie said they didn't need to be as long as a girl's nails, we glued fake tips on them that made them look as pretty as any girl in my class.), brushed my hair a hundred times every night, kept my legs and pits cleanly shaven, and rubbed skin cream on my legs, arms, and face before going to bed at night. I was getting to be a real girly girl thanks to my wonderful sister. "What are you going to be for Halloween this year?" Dad asked. "Are you going to drag out that Pirate costume for the third straight year or the Zombie one you wore before that?" "I dunno," I shrugged. "I'm kinda tired of both but I don't know what else to be? Power Rangers are for kids, and Vampires are lame." "I've got a great idea," Carrie grinned and winked when no one could see. "But he's probably too chicken." "I am not a chicken!" I challenged and winked back. "I'll do anything as long as it's not lame, or something half the guys in my class are going to be." "It's not lame, I guarantee that and I also guarantee that you'll probably be the only boy in your class with that costume." She leaned over and whispered to mom and dad who suddenly got huge smiles on their faces. "That would really be something!" Dad laughed. "He'd never go for it though." "How about ... ?" Mom whispered to Dad and Carrie. "After all, there are two parties and trick or treating." "Wow, I forgot about that!" Carrie exclaimed. "That would be terrific." "He'd never go for that either." Dad shook his head. "He'd probably win a prize if he did though." "Come on!" I demanded, trying to act all tough. "If it's not lame or overdone, I could do it. Especially if I could win!" "You'd never go for it," Dad teased. "Not in a million years." "Not a chance," Mom agreed. Carrie, standing behind mom and dad, winked and nodded her head, our agreed on signal for me to act all put out. "You said it met my conditions, so why wouldn't I go for it?" I said, raising my voice just a little. Who knows, someday I could be an actress? "Isn't the prize fifty bucks? You can't cheat me out of fifty bucks!" "You don't have the guts for either costume," Carrie sneered, causing mom and dad to chuckle. "Too wimpy." "I'm not a wimp!" I practically screamed, causing Carrie to put her hand over her mouth to keep from giggling. "I'll prove it, let's go buy the costumes!" "You're sure? Dad asked. "Positive," I said as firmly as I could. "Okay, Carrie's in charge, she'll get you all ready," Mom actually giggled, something I never heard her do before. I just knew this was going to be great. Carrie grabbed my arm and pretended to pull me along; holding my little finger would've been more th1an enough but we had to make it look good for mom and dad. "You're gonna love this Piper!" she told me when we got to her room. "I'd forgotten all about the time I was a bride for Halloween." "You're kidding, I'm going to be a princess and a bride? This is too good to be true!" While Carrie dug out the princess dress and wedding gown I was to wear, I took off my pants, shirt, and socks, leaving me in panties and a training bra. Carrie handed me a pair of pantyhose, saying that they'd help make the look complete. After I expertly put them on, she handed me a mass of white nylon, lace, and netting. "Is that what I think it is - a petticoat?" I asked hopefully. I'd never worn one before, my skirts and dresses never needed one but as a princess and bride, my outfits would require one. I'd seen them in magazines and in a store catalog but didn't know Carrie had one - or I'd have found some excuse to wear it. "This is so pretty!" I gushed as I gently tugged the petticoat up over my hips and adjusted the netting. "I love how it feels so silky with like a half slip under the netting and lots of lace." "Yeah, the slip is to keep all that netting from scratching. The netting makes the dress puffy but it would feel horrible without the slip." "What's taking so long?" Mom called out. "He chickened out, didn't he?" "I did not chicken out!" I yelled back. "But this is crazy, I can't wear these things!" Carrie made clucking sounds like a Chicken. "I told you guys he'd never do it!" "I'm not a chicken," I screamed, pretending to be upset as Carrie fussed with the petticoat. "I'll prove it!" "Can I give him the works mom?" Carrie called out. "Make a real doll out of him?" "Sure!" Dad yelled back. "He said he wasn't chicken, right?" "All right!" Carrie laughed. "This is going to be so fun." "You bet it will be," I giggled softly. "Your training bra's gotta go," Carrie said as she prepared the Princess gown. "You can use one of my older ones that I grew out of." I quickly pulled my training bra off and set it with the clothes I'd been wearing since I planned on wearing it again after modeling the costumes. "Can I try putting it on myself?" I asked. "After all, I'm a big girl, right?" Carried giggled and kissed my forehead. "Yes Piper, you're a big girl now with your first big girl bra." I took the bra from Carrie and put it around my chest so that it was upside down and the clasp was in the front. I hooked the clasp, turned the bra so the clasp was in the back, slipped my arms into the straps and adjusted them to make the bra fit just right. "We'll pad it out with some socks for now," Carrie explained. "Mom will suggest using my old falsies and we'll play along." "Remind me not to play any of my war games with you," I told her in amazement as she padded out the bra cups. "You're way too shrewd, you'd kick my butt." Once she was satisfied with my new bust line, Carrie carefully lowered the princess gown over my head, I adjusted the skirt so that it hung just right and she made sure that my chest looked just right before zipping up the gown. I couldn't believe how great it felt as the gown slowly tightened around me. Here I was, all dressed up and soon I'd be showing my parents their embarrassed son who was also their thrilled to death daughter. I carefully stepped into a pair of Carries pink shoes with a low heel; we both thought it would raise too many questions if I swayed into the room wearing a pair of high heels. I walked over to the mirror and grinned at the pretty girl staring back at me. the girl wore a pink dress that ended just below her knees with a sheer outer skirt over some sort of smooth, shiny fabric, (I'll have to get more lessons in clothes from Carrie since I wasn't sure what the material was), and flared out and away from her pretty legs covered in stockings. The top of the dress had a wide, white collar that dipped down to what Carrie called a Cameo in the front, then flared out at the shoulders. To set it off just right, the dress had a wide violet strip of shiny fabric coming from the neckline that turned into what looked sort of like four petals of a flower, one in the front, one on each side, and one in the back. It was just so pretty that I wondered if I'd ever be able to take it off? Carrie put just a little makeup on me, some lip gloss, and pink eye shadow before working on my long for a boy hair. Minutes later, she pretended to drag me in front of mom and dad. "Whoa," Dad whistled softly. "You're every bit as pretty as Carrie was in that costume!" "Thanks dad!" Carrie shook her head. "Every girl wants to know that her brother's as pretty as her you know." "He didn't mean any offense," Mom quickly came to dad's defense. "It's just that you did such a great job on him that if we didn't know, we'd swear he was your little sister!" I had to think of horrible thoughts to keep from breaking into a big smile and giving mom a hug and kiss for her compliment. Mom slowly walked around me, looking at me from every angle. "You really went all out on him," she said with a smile. "Shoes, stockings, makeup, his hair's cute too. Is that a petticoat he's wearing?" "Uh huh," Carrie said proudly. "Remember, you bought it for me to wear with that outfit, and the bride's dress too?" "Oh yes, I almost forgot all about it," Mom smiled as she ran her fingers across the outline of my bra straps. "Did you really make him go all the way?" "Sure," Carrie giggled. "Princesses don't wear boy's underwear, that would be dumb. What the heck, after stockings, a bra, shoes, and that dress, he might as well wear panties too, right?" "So how's it feel young lady?" Dad joked. "Do you like being a Princess?" "I feel stupid!" I shot back. "I think I'll be a Pirate again." "You can't back out now," Carrie insisted. "That would make you a chicken and you swore you weren't a chicken, remember?" "A chicken's better than a sissy!" "You are not a sissy," Dad said, his voice raised. "You're a boy wearing a Halloween costume that may win him a nice prize." "But I feel like a sissy!" "Think of yourself as a pretty young lady," Mom advised. "If you can think of yourself as a pretty girl in a nice costume, I'll bet you'll convince the judges too. If you walk in acting like you're some sort of hard as nails biker being forced to dress this way, you'll turn everyone off." "That's good advice," Dad chimed in. "It's only for a little while, you'll win and be done with it." It was getting to be even easier than Carrie and I planned! Mom wanted me to think of myself as a pretty young lady and dad was right with her. "I'll help you if you want," Carrie offered sweetly. "And you won't even have to share your prize." "What's in it for you then?" I asked her accusingly. "I get a little sister for a couple of weeks," she grinned. "Weeks?" I asked, pretending to be confused. "A couple of nights for the contests and that's it." "If you want to win, you have to be convincing," Carrie acted as if she were trying to make me understand. "A couple of weeks as a girl won't kill you," Dad added. "I always say that if you're going to do something, you have to do it right." Carrie gave me a little poke. We shared the same thought - Don't worry dad, This absolutely will be done right! Once again, Carrie pretended to drag me off to her room where I got changed from Princess to Bride. The dress was so different than the Princess outfit, it was of course all white with pretty beads that reflected the light, a sheer panel with lace trim at the neckline, sheer sleeves, and a very full skirt. I changed into a pair of white pantyhose and white heels that were a little higher than the pink ones I wore as a Princess. "Sorry Piper, I don't have any short heeled white shoes. You're going to have to be careful and pretend you 're having trouble walking. We don't want mom and dad to know that you can walk in heels better than me." Carrie helped me into the ankle length dress, redid my makeup to go better with the dress, fluffed my hair a little and added a cute white bow to it before leading me back to mom and dad. "Good lord!" Dad exclaimed as I stumbled into the room to make it seem like I was having trouble walking in the heels I was wearing. "Are you sure that's your bother?" "Oh good grief no," Carrie laughed. "My snot brother Shawn's gone until after Halloween, this is my pretty little sister Piper." "That's the name I had picked out for a girl," Mom smiled at dad. "I think it's perfect for our little girl, don't you honey?" "It's perfect, no doubt about that," Dad grinned. "How about we get some pictures of our sweet daughter?" I had to do all kinds of poses for over a half hour before my parents had enough. I grumbled about doing them but secretly hoped I could get a few for myself. After all the pictures were taken, mom said that I could get changed. "Even though you look very nice in that gown, you can't spend all day in it. Maybe Carrie can find something casual for you." Carrie gleefully pulled me back to her room where we hugged and gave each other high fives. "Here, try these," she told me as she handed me a pair of denim shorts and a pink top. "But I'd rather wear a skirt," I pouted. "Boys can wear shorts, I like feeling like a girl." "Not these shorts," Carrie grinned as she unzipped my gown. "Check out the back." I looked at the back of the shorts and was thrilled to find that the pockets were decorated with pink, sparkly flowers. "You're not going to feel much like a boy in these," she explained as she showed the leg openings trimmed in a pink plaid fabric with a lace trim. "But you're gonna need that girdle; the shorts are tight so you'll need to hide that little bulge in the front and I know you're gonna want a nice bubble butt. "Oh yeah, I want to look my best!" I laughed as I pulled the girdle on. Once I got everything tucked away nice and neatly, I pulled on the shorts. "You're looking good there little sister," Carrie said as she looked me over. "Just right for a girl your age." "Can I keep this bra on?" I asked, fingering the smooth, silky straps. "I like the way it feels and it's so pretty." "Sure, it's too small for me. I don't know why mom keeps all those old clothes but you're lucky she does." I pulled on the top, adjusted it over my bust, slipped on a pair of Carrie's old pink socks, her white sneakers, and we were off to show our parents their daughter -in-training. "Whaddaya think of my little sister?" Carrie called out as we walked into the living room. "Isn't she just a doll?" Mom rushed over and hugged me tightly. "You look so cute, just like Carrie did when she was your age. You're going to be a shoe in at the contests!" "I still don't like this," I griped. "It's bad enough to have to wear a dress for Halloween but around the house too?" "It's practice, sweetheart," Dad told me, not even realizing that he'd called me sweetheart. "The judges will think you're a pretty girl in a costume and when they find out that you're really a boy, they'll give your first prize in a heartbeat!" "I think it's so sweet that you kept your makeup on honey," Mom gushed as she held me at arm's length to get a good look at me. "Um, none of this was my idea, remember?" I asked, pretending to be upset. "If it were up to me, I'd be riding my bike down at the park, in my own clothes!" "Don't go getting smart mouthed with your mom young lad..." Dad started to chew me out but then realized that he called me a young lady. "See," Carrie giggled. "You make a perfect girl, even mom and dad think so." "You can't imagine how happy that makes me," I said with a big sigh. "I always wanted to be the youngest daughter in our family." After mom and dad were done welcoming me as their daughter, Carrie and I went off to watch TV. I sat with my legs crossed under me like a good girl and watched a Disney Princess movie. "Studying, huh?" Dad joked as he walked by. "Don't worry sweetie, you're every bit as pretty as any of those girls." "Dad!" I screamed. "What," he asked, seemingly confused. "I thought girls enjoyed being complimented?" "Girls might," I rolled my eyes. "But I'm not a girl, remember?" Dad looked at me for a second and then apologized. "Hey, I'm sorry, it's just that Carrie did such a great job that unless I think about it, it's easy to mistake you for a girl. If you and Carrie were the same age, you could be twin sisters, you look just like she did when she was twelve." Carrie whispered to me that I could forgive and tease dad at the same time. I stood up, walked over to him, threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry for yelling daddy," I told him in the girl voice Carrie had taught me to use. "Thank you for saying I'm pretty." Dad shook his head and walked away mumbling something about crazy females. Carrie had me watch every program for young girls that she could find in a three hour period. She pointed out the way the girls on the shows dressed, moved, and how they acted with one another. "You never know when you'll find yourself in a group of girls and you'll need to be able to talk to them about things girls your age think are important." "Now that would be so nice." My thoughts drifted off to being with a group of girls at the mall, shopping for cute outfits, trying on different shoes, testing out samples at the perfume counter. One of the girls would mention a member of a hot boy band or an actor from one of the many shows we all liked and I'd be able to offer my detailed opinion of what I liked or didn't like about the boy. The talk would drift off to boys we'd seen while shopping and I'd happily join in about which boy I thought was the cutest and how I wish he went to our school so I might accidentally run into him in the hall. We'd shop in the Junior's department in our favorite store and I'd choose a couple of outfits to model for my friends and give a detailed explanation of what I liked or didn't like about certain outfits. It would be a fun afternoon and when we left, we'd text each other about the same things we'd talked about at the mall. "Would you really go out dressed as Piper?" Carrie's voice ruined my dreams. "I'll bet that with a little work you could pass yourself off as just another girl." "I dunno," I told her. "On one hand, it would be a blast to go out as a girl but if something went wrong and someone recognized me, I'd be doomed." It was really strange, after that first day, I would go to school as Byron but unless something came up like a big game at the baseball field or my friends wanted to do something, I spent my evenings and weekends as Piper, a twelve year old girl whose family loved having her around. Mom and dad almost never called me Byron, or used words like he or him, instead they called me Piper and referred to be as she or her. It didn't seem to take much, if any effort on Carrie's part to get them to require me to wear skirts or dresses most of the time. Mom not only insisted that I play the part of a young girl while at home, she had Carrie buy me some cologne and a makeup kit suitable for a girl my age. For his part, Dad would include me in the after work hug and forehead kiss routine that he practiced on Carrie since she could walk. If he was watching a game and I walked into the room, he'd offer to let me watch something for young girls. One evening he really surprised everyone by presenting me and Carrie with pink Tee shirts that said "I'm a Daddy's girl" in sparkly script. When Halloween finally came, it was sort of a letdown. I alternated between being a princess and a bride and won first place at every event. It was just as dad had predicted, I was considered a girl who went all out in her pretty costume, especially after mom added some extensions to my hair that she bought just for the occasion, and was a candidate for third place or maybe runner up until I was revealed to be a boy, then it was first place without another thought. The biggest letdown though was now that the contests were history, I could no longer be Piper openly. Sitting in a skirt or a pretty dress watching TV or helping mom with dinner with a pretty apron to keep from staining my outfit were not possible. I had to go back to my Tee shirt training bras and give up wearing my regular style training bra unless it was just me and Cassie at home. I reluctantly gave back my makeup kit and cologne, telling mom I didn't need them anymore. Dad no longer offered to turn off the game in favor of Mermaids, or a Disney Princess movie and except for my wonderful sister, I was Byron again. Thanksgiving came and went, boring as usual for me. Carrie got to wear a new dress for our annual Thanksgiving Dinner at a nearby restaurant while I had to make do with panties, a Tee shirt training bra, and pantyhose under my blue suit. I was really down in the dumps, training for Halloween had totally spoiled me; I wanted to dress up so badly but I couldn't imagine mom and dad going along. It's like I was saying, as soon as Halloween was over, Pipe was gone. They didn't even mention her once even though she'd been part of the family for a couple of weeks. How could they have forgotten telling me how pretty I was? It was a Saturday, about two weeks after Thanksgiving, that Carrie and I had been home alone doing our weekend chores; of course I was in full Piper mode, a cute flared skirt, my "I'm a Daddy's Girl" top, panties ( I don't even know why I mention them, I wore them more often than my briefs), a training bra, and stockings. Carrie thought that I was goofy to want to wear stockings any chance I got but I loved the way they felt on my legs. Carrie had fixed my hair into sort of a girl's style and even curled it, and put a little makeup and lip gloss on me making me every bit as cute as I was for the Halloween contests. I was thrilled to look and feel so nice so I did most of the work except for the laundry, and let Carrie watch TV. When I got done, I asked Carrie if she'd put those fake nail tips on me and let me wear that lace dress. "You're really going all out," she teased. "Got a big date?" "Ew, no. I haven't had a chance to get all prettied up in so long that I just feel like I'm going to explode if I don't." Ever since we became sisters, Carrie never turned me down if I asked her to make me pretty and there were lots of times. Sometimes it was enough to just dress up and have her teach me some cheers, but other times, like right then, I needed to look and especially feel, all pretty and girly. Carrie was such a doll, she gave me the dress, put the tips on my nails, and let me wear her favorite heels. Just to make real sure that I didn't forget that I was her sister, she added the extensions to my hair and styled it like hers. It was so hard to sit still like a good little girl while she wound my hair up in curlers. I got to stay that way for over a whole hour until I had to rush to change before mom and dad got home. I hope that it was just enough to hold me and maybe the urge wouldn't come back real soon since I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It's not like I could ask mom if she'd do my hair and nails for me or maybe lend me that corset I wore a few times or some of her sexy lingerie and a pair of nylons. Later on, Carrie and I were both in our rooms, chatting on our PC's when we heard dad call for us. My whole day was suddenly turned upside down, inside out, and every other way possible when I heard him call. "Carrie, Piper, could you girls come downstairs, mom and I would like to talk to you?" Carrie typed, asking me if she heard right and said she'd check it out and for me to stay put. A minute later, I heard her at the top of the steps asking dad what he wanted. "Mom and I want you and your sister to come down," he said. He didn't sound like he was upset but what he was saying didn't make sense. Carrie opened my bedroom door and shrugged. "He wants you too." "I heard him," I whispered. "What's going on?" "Beats me, but he asked for Piper, they've gotta be up to something." I followed her down the steps to where dad and mom were waiting. "Did you girls have a nice day?" Mom asked with a smile. "Did you get to dress up, Piper?" "I can explain everything," Carrie volunteered. "It's all my fault, I made him dress up, don't be mad at him." She then went on to explain in detail about teasing me, arm wrestling, and how she made me wear her clothes. "Got hooked, huh?" Dad smiled at me. "So now you enjoy dressing like a girl, right?" I just nodded, too ashamed to say anything. Dad walked over and put his arms around me, holding me tight. "Your mom and I need to know what's going on, why are you doing this, do you want to become a girl for real, forever?" "I don't want to be a girl forever, just sort of now and then," I blurted out between sobs. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened but it feels so good when I dress up and pretend to be Piper." "Are you sure?" he asked. "What do you think about boys? Are they cute? Would you like to be kissed by one?" "Ew, gross!!" I pulled back from him. "I'd much rather kiss Julie Mayfield, one of the girls in my class with bunches of pretty outfits. She'd probably never let me though." "You're positive that dressing up is just sort of a game, you don't want to be a girl?" Mom asked, staring right into my eyes. It seemed like something was worrying her. "I'm sure!" I never even thought about being a girl for always, I was just starting to get kinda interested in girls and even though I listened to Carrie talk about boys and could tell which a girl would think was cute, I never thought about dating one when I got old enough. "Well, we have a lot to talk about girls," she said, seeming like she felt much better. She handed me a large bag from the Gap. "Get changed, dad and I want to have a long talk with our daughters." I couldn't believe it when I opened the bag; the big bag contained the cutest red and green plaid skirt and a green top with sleeves that puffed at the shoulders and there was a smaller bag with several training bras, not the Tee shirt kind, but real, honest to goodness, lace and satin training bras, a package of silky panties with lace around the waistband, and several pairs of pantyhose. "You want me to wear these things?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know. What if she was somehow tricking me? "Don't just stand there Piper," Dad ordered jokingly. "Get dressed and get your pretty little butt back here quickly!" "Can Carrie help?" I asked. "You've been dressing up since late summer," mom asked. "Don't you know how to put on a skirt and top by now? I know you know how to wear panties and bras, you probably wear panties as much as you do briefs and we've seen the bulges made by bra straps now and then. "I can get dressed, it's just that I'd like Carrie to fix my hair, okay?" "You are such a girl!" Mom laughed as she swatted my butt. "Go on Carrie, make your little sister beautiful." We rushed to Carrie's room where she did the best she could with my hair; we didn't have time to fuss with the extensions but I have to admit, she did a great job with just a brush, curling iron, and hair spray. She put a little blush on my cheeks, gloss on my lips and we hurried back to what had to be the bestest thing to happen to me since Carrie asked me to be her sister. "Very pretty there Piper," dad commented when I came into the room. "Your mom and I thought you'd look good in that outfit. Then again, the ladies in this family look good in anything." Here goes nothing, I thought as I kissed dad on the cheek. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, daddy. Thank you and mom for the outfit and the compliment." Dad stood there smiling, not at all bothered that his son was now his daughter. "Sit down girls," mom waved to the couch opposite from the chair she was on. "Let's talk." I sat down smoothly, butt first, smoothed my skirt, crossed my legs, and folded my hands in my lap like Carrie had taught me to do. Carrie and I didn't need to fill in much; mom said that she and dad had noticed some strange things just after school started. Carrie and I still seemed to hate each other, at least as long as mom and dad were around, but they noticed that when we thought they wouldn't be seen, we got along just great and soon, I was starting to be nice to her even when mom and dad were near. "I couldn't help it," I smiled at Carrie. "She's always a big help, teaching me how to dress, lending me an outfit any time I asked, I just couldn't stay mad at her. "You did a pretty good job of hiding things," dad laughed. "But sooner or later, you goof. Your mom's so organized that she's borderline OCD; she knows where everything is in every drawer and every closet. You occasionally put things back in the wrong place." "Like that corset," Mom looked at me and broke up laughing. "You must have been quite a sight wearing that!" "I couldn't help myself," I shrugged. "I saw it in the drawer and just had to try it on. It feels so tight but in a good sort of way." "I have to congratulate you," she said while drying her eyes. "You didn't get a run in a single pair of my stockings, did you have experience before putting them on?" "No, that was long before Carrie caught me and talked me into being her little sister," I said beaming with pride. "I had to teach her how to attach nylons to it!" We went on for an hour or so until mom and dad knew everything there was to know about their new daughter. They never got mad about anything but every once in a while they shot each other a funny look and smiled. "If you're going to keep dressing this way," dad explained. "There will have to be some rules to keep from getting caught. No going outside dressed; our neighbors know we only have one daughter. No telling anyone else about this, not at school, not at the playground, no one can be trusted, if someone blabs, you're going to be laughed at and picked on." "Since you trust Carrie, she can help you all she can," Mom added. "But I want to be part of Piper's education. I have a little more experience as a girl than she does and I want to watch and help my little girl as she grows into a lovely young woman like Carrie." Of course Carrie and I agreed to absolutely every condition; I wasn't stupid enough to turn down my parent's acceptance of my being a girl now and then and Carrie didn't want to lose her little sister. "If you have any questions," dad began after shooting mom another one of those looks. "I can help. I probably know as much about fashion, makeup, jewelry, and every other feminine topic as mom does and a lot more than Carrie. I can help you overcome the problems of being a boy in a dress and show you how to make people believe that you're a girl." "How can you do that dad?" Carrie asked before I could. "Go ahead dear," mom told him. "Tell them all about their dear Aunt Lynn." Dad told us all about how just like me, he had become fascinated with girl's clothes and stuff when he was about eight years old. One of his cousins used to spend a lot of time with dad and they used to play house and dress up together. His cousin would sometimes want him to be the mommy and other times, he was the little girl in the family while she was the mommy. "We played together so much that when her birthday came, she invited Lynn to come to her party. My mom got me a party dress with petticoats, ruffled panties, anklet socks, you know the kind with the lace at the top, and patent leather shoes. I was so happy! When my birthday came, I had a party and wore a pretty dress, just like at my cousins party." "We had been dating for a little while," mom stepped in. "When as a joke, I dressed him in some of my clothes. He was actually pretty!" "I broke down and told mom all about Lynn, the birthday parties, vacations as Lynn, everything , and she didn't mind," Dad gave mom a hug. "Your mom and I were bridesmaids when my cousin got married. It was so exciting to go for fittings and stand in front of all those people looking so pretty and feeling so special." Dad went on to explain that he and mom went out every weekend since they met as two ladies. They shop and try on clothes, go to movies, and sometimes even go to meetings of a cross dressers club that dad joined. "By the way," he grinned in a silly sort of way. "That's my corset you've been wearing. I don't have a great figure like your mom does so I need a little help." "Could we meet Aunt Lynn?" Carrie asked, hoping to calm things down. "Please?" I asked softly. I just had to see my dad, my idol, in a dress. "It would really mean a lot to me." Dad and I had at least one thing in common, neither of us could pass up a chance to dress and show off. He rushed to his and mom's room and a little bit later, a pretty lady about dad's age came out.She wore a light brown skirt that clung to her hips and flared out before ending just above her nylon covered knees. A long sleeved rust colored blouse had small buttons that made it seem extra girly and the lady's bust line seemed just perfect for her height and weight. Her makeup was so good that except for the lipstick and eye makeup, it was awfully hard to tell that she was wearing any. Her curly auburn hair that ended at the collar of her blouse was a big change from dad's black hair that he always kept very short. "I didn't have time to do my nails," she said with a smile and a soft, sorta musical voice that couldn't be coming from my dad as she flashed her hands in a very feminine way which showed off the rings she wore. She glided over to a chair as if she'd grown up in the high heels she wore, sat down, crossed her pretty legs, and adjusted her skirt. "Am I pretty enough?" She asked, looking directly at me. "Can you make me look like that?" Was all I could say in response. "You're quite a lovely young lady now Piper," dad smiled and patted my hand. "Four beautiful women in one house, that must be a record. You must have worked awfully hard to look and act like you do." "But I feel like one of Cinderella's ugly step sisters compared to you," I blushed. "You're hardly ugly," mom insisted. "Carrie did a great job teaching you how to dress and everything and like your aunt said, you must have worked hard learning it." "Your mom and I are proud to have such pretty daughters," dad squeezed my hand, something he never did as my dad but seemed kinda right for my aunt to do. I couldn't take my eyes off dad, I mean Aunt Lynn. There wasn't a single thing that she did that reminded me of dad. Her gestures were perfect, the way she smiled, the way she say, everything was feminine. "Do you have pierced ears?" I noticed the earrings that complimented her skirt dangling from her ears. "How