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Frank was day-dreaming again and out of the fog of that dream he managed to mumble an apology. "Umm, sorry Mom." He looked at her across the breakfast table, smiled sheepishly, and shrugged. Lisa simply shook her head and repeated what she thought was both a reasonable and sensible question. "I said, are you going to go out trick or treating this year?" Frank's mind raced back to his memories of Halloween over the years and remembered how much his mother enjoyed Halloween and dressing him up in costumes. And it was not just for Halloween when he was younger. There were, it frequently seemed, other times when his mother insisted he play dress up. She was a talented seamstress, too, and he had often wondered if the costumes he wore were made just for him, or if they were simply the hand-me-downs from his older sister. "Oh, Halloween and dressing up is just for kids, Mom," Frank said, as his mind whirled. He simply couldn't bring himself to admit that he would love to do it. "Well you went out in costume last year," his mother replied. "You went as a scarecrow I think." "Yeah, great costume idea, only Scarecrows don't walk around, they're tied to a post in a field," his older sister Lindsey said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Well I think it was a very creative costume idea," Lisa said. "Almost as creative as the year before," Lindsey smirked. "What was that, a bum's costume?" "No," said Frankie defensively, "I was a tramp, you know, a hobo. I had a kerchief bundle on a stick and everything." "It was a lame costume," his sister Lindsey said. "And besides, dressing up is not just for kids. "I'm a junior in high school. So I'm hardly a kid and I'm going to a Halloween costume party. I'm dressing up." "Well I guess, that's ok for you," Frank said, "Besides I don't have a costume. I haven't even thought of an idea for a costume and it's too late to start on one now -- Halloween is tomorrow." Lindsey smiled at him. "Not to worry little brother, I have great costume idea for you and I'll put it together myself. That way you don't even have to think about it." Lindsey leaned towards her mother and her conspiratorial whispers brought a knowing smile to the woman's face as she nodded in agreement. "Well then honey, Lindsey has a great idea for your costume. So now there's no reason why you can't enjoy Halloween." Frank looked at both his mother and his sister. "So, what's the costume?" Lindsey shook her head. "Not telling. It's going to be a surprise." Frank shook his head. "I don't know about this, I ..." Lisa interrupted. "Oh, don't be such a spoil-sport. Lindsey said she would put together a costume for you and I think it's a very nice idea. So you can just be surprised tomorrow, Francis Allen, Jr.." Frank knew enough not to argue when that certain tone crept into his mother's voice and especially when she added the words 'Francis Allen, Jr.' With that, it was certain her mind was made up. All that day and the next Frank tried to imagine what his sister had in mind for a costume. It had to be something easy, he thought, otherwise she could not have come up withe idea so quickly. And his mother had agreed to it and even seemed very happy with the idea. He had tried several times to get both his mother and sister to tell him what the costume would be, but they were silent as stone. He was surprised too, to come home from school, and find both his mother and sister flying about the house. "We're having an early dinner, tonight," Lisa announced. "We have lots to do. Lindsey wants to put on her costume early so she can handle most of the little kids who come early for trick or treat. We have plenty of candy I think. So let's get going and then we can help you with your costume." Frank soon found himself busy in the kitchen helping his mother. As promised, an early meal was served, the table cleared and the dished washed and put away. "Well then," Lindsey said. "Are you ready for your surprise little brother?" "Well it's about time I found out," he said. Lindsey beckoned her brother to follow her and pointed in the direction of his mother's room. Lisa followed quickly behind. Once in the bedroom, Lindsey demanded that Frank close his eyes. He did and when told to open them, he saw his mother and sister standing before him. Lindsey was holding up her junior varsity cheerleader sweater and Lisa held the short, matching pleated skirt by the waist band. "Surprise," Lindsey said. "Your costume this year is a ... Cheerleader!" Frank stood with his mouth open. " I, I can't wear that." Lisa lowered the skirt. "And why not?" she demanded. "Well, it's a girl's costume. I can't wear that. It's for a girl." "It's Halloween." his mother said. "It's supposed to be a disguise. No one will know you're not a girl." "Oh yeah," Lindsey said with something of a smirk on her face. "It's just a skirt and sweater, but with a little make-up, and a few little touches , you'll look just like a girl." Frank shook his head. A flood of memories washed over him. Then he flushed with embarrassment. "No, I can't ..." "You're just being silly, now,l" his mother said. "I'll tell you what. Just let us dress you and fix you up and -- when we're done -- if you don't think you look just like a girl, then you can get undressed. So, let's get started. Lindsey has to get into her costume, too. Put on this skirt and sweater and then come into the bathroom." The two women left him standing there, closed the door of the bedroom as they left. He thought he heard a muffled laugh. Frank stared at the skirt and sweater on the bed and with trembling fingers unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his trousers. He found the zipper in the back of the short skirt. Growing up as the only male in a house with two women, he already knew how to step into the skirt with the zipper to the side, close the zipper and twist the closed waist to move the zipper to the back. He pulled the long-sleeved v-neck sweater over his head and turned to stare at his reflection in he mirror over his mother's dresser. Staring back at him was a boy with dark brown shoulder- length hair, with a skirt that ended mid-way up the thighs of his lean legs. The sensation of wearing a skirt was not new. He wasn't very muscular at all and didn't yet have even a wisp of hair on his chin or cheeks. Even without make-up, he had to admit he looked effeminate. With one last look in the mirror, he made his way to the bathroom. Lindsey was there, hanging over one of the two sinks dressed in black high-cut panties and a black-push up bra. She was putting on her make-up. The vanity area between the two sinks was covered with cosmetics, combs, brushes, hair pins and other paraphernalia. Lisa pulled out the low bench in the knee-hole beneath the vanity and motioned for him to sit down with his back to the mirror. She quickly gathered up a brush and began to pull his hair back from his forehead and sweeping it back toward the nape of his neck. With practiced hands she quickly gathered his hair in a pony- tail high up on the back of his head, secured it with a rubber-band and tied it up with a long royal blue ribbon. The color matched the trim on the skirt and the sweater. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. "What do you think of that, Lindsey," she asked? Lindsey took one look down at her brother. "Too 50s, Mother. None of the girls are wearing pony tails these days." Lisa sighed heavily and then quickly let Frank's hair down out of the pony tail. She put a wide elastic head band -- again of royal blue -- over his head and then tugged it into place at the scalp line. Lindsey looked over. "Cover's too much of the forehead, makes the face look short," she said. "How about a flip? His hair is long enough." "I'll have to heat up some curlers," Lisa said. "Use the big plastic rollers and some setting gel," Lindsey replied. It's faster and you can finish it with hair spray. Frank winced. "Don't you think the pony tail will be ok?" "No," Lisa said. "I don't think it would be 'ok.' You just be still. We have to do this all the time to look nice. You're only doing it for one night." Lindsey smiled down at him. "That's right honey, you want to look like nice girl, don't you?" Lisa quickly began parting Frank's hair in strands and winding it up in the large pink rollers. She had him stand up and face the mirror so she could roll the hair at the back of his head. And when he turned back to face her she frowned in disapproval. She turned to Lindsey. "Not a very convincing figure for a girl," Lisa said. Lindsey looked puzzled and then chuckled. "Too flat-chested." Both women laughed and Lindsey skipped out of the room only to return quickly with a small box and a wad of white lace in her hands. Lisa unfolded the lace- covered bra and held it up by the straps. She smiled. "Wasn't it nice of Lindsey to let you borrow such pretty bra?" Frank felt himself flush. "I, I ... well really... I don't think ... a bra... don't really need it with a sweater." "Of course you do," Lisa replied. "Girls wear bras when they get dressed up. And it will make the sweater look that much better on you. Besides you have to start getting in character. Wearing such a pretty bra will make you feel more feminine." Yes, bras are very feminine," Lindsey said. "Can't imagine a girl going out without one. The two of them eased the sweater over Frank's head, careful not to dislodge the curlers. Lisa guided his arms through the straps, turned him around to fasten it in the back and then had him turn back to face her. She opened the box Lindsey had brought in, removed two white foam inserts, and eased them into the cups of the bra, settling them in place and adjusting the bra straps. Lindsey was applying her heavy make-up to create a cat-eye look. "Turn- around," she said over her shoulder, "let's have a look at you." Frank turned back to the vanity mirror and looked at the very feminine image of a boy in a white lace bra with his hair up in curlers looking back at him. Lindsey glanced at the reflection too and caught his eyes in the mirror. "Oh, that's cute. Fits you too -- with a little padding. You can keep it. It's only a B-cup and it really doesn't fit me anymore. There's a pair of pretty panties that match. Do you want those, too?" "A girl can't have too many pairs of pretty panties," Lisa added and then both she and Lindsey laughed as Frank turned scarlet. The thought of wearing the bra with panties sent a shiver of excitement through him. "Are you feeling a little chilled sweetie?" Lindsey asked. "Standing there in that short skirt with just a bra on ... poor thing." "Can I put my sweater back on now?" he asked plaintively. "Not now. I don't want to muss the curlers in your hair" "Well we can't have you getting chill," Lisa said. "But I have just the thing." Lisa swept out of the room and returned quickly. She returned with a sheer white nylon bed jacket with bloused three quarter sleeves, and a long, wide, white satin ribbon that tied just below the spray of lace that covered the bust." "Oh," said Lindsey as she watched her mother slip the wisp of nylon over her brother's shoulders, tug the sleeves down over his arms and tie it up in a large bow. "That's gorgeous. Is it new? I don't remember you wearing it." "I haven't worn it in years. It's just been tucked away," Lisa said. "It's part of a set that includes a mid-length gown and a pair of white satin panties." Lindsey paused from putting on her lipstick. "Oh sweetie, you're so lucky. Sounds like if you ask nicely, mom will let you have that gorgeous, girly bed jacket, a night gown and another pair of panties." Frank stood in front of the two women speechless. His hair was rolled up in curlers, he was wearing a short skirt, a white lace bra and now a very, very feminine bed jacket. "I .... I ... can't ..." "Well, you don't have to decide now," Lindsey said with a smirk. "Why don't you wait and try on the whole ensemble later. Then you can decide. Unless, of course, you don't like it." "Ohh, you two. Lindsey stop teasing your brother." Lisa said with a broad smile. "It's so lovely and so feminine, how could a girl not like it?" She turned to Frank. "Now sweetie, sit down and face me and well start on your make-up." Lindsey left the room to finish putting on her costume but stuck her head back in the doorway. "I can do his nails, Mom, in between trick or treaters." Lisa smiled down at her son. She was delighted to see him with his hair in curlers and with the cups of his lace bra giving him a bosom accentuated by the satin bow just tied underneath. "You know," I think you are already looking lovely honey, and we haven't even started with your make-up. Sweetie you're just going to be a doll tonight." Frank nodded weakly. "Oh Mom. You know you said if I don't look good ... I mean, if I don't really look like a girl, well then I could change. I mean I wouldn't have to be dressed up." "Yes, I did say that. But I'll just bet you that when we're finished you'll take one look at yourself and you'll just have to admit look like a girl. If not, you can get undressed and skip trick or treat tonight. Do we have a bet?" Frank quickly agreed. "And if I win the bet..." Lisa continued. "Hmmm, what should I win?" "But, mom, if you win the bet I will be a girl cheerleader for Halloween." "Well, no, that's not how this works. You agreed to let your sister come up with a costume for you for Halloween. It just so happens that she picked a high school cheerleader costume. Now we've made a bet that you'll look like a girl when we're finished. So I'll have to win something for that. But I'll think it over. In the meantime I don't want you to take even a peek at yourself in the mirror until I say so. Deal?" "Deal," he said feeling relieved that there was a way out for him finally. With that Lisa went to work on her son's make-up. As she applied his make-up she kept up a bit of a commentary. She applied foundation and explained how it would give an even base for all the cosmetics to follow. With a large soft brush she set the foundation with powder and raised his face to lightly dust his beneath his chin and that she said, would make the skin tones of face and upper neck match. Remember, she told him, to always carry a compact of powder in your purse. With a deft hand she then gently brushed his brows with an eyebrow pencil to even them out, she said, and brought out some liquid eye-liner. With a practiced hand she lined his eyes. "You have such expressive eyes, dear," Lisa said smiling. "I'm going to make them look even bigger with just the right make-up. I did the liner first and now I'll just take a little of this dark eye shadow -- close your eyes -- no don't close them tightly, just lower your eyelids -- that's better -- and dust the eye-lid back and forth right over the eye- liner to make it blend it. Now we're going to use a little bit lighter shade above the eye -- now you remember to blend it in by overlapping the darker shade on the eyelid --both eyes, yes. "Open your eyes and look at me. Ok, close them again -- gently -- now a bit of the lightest shade right under your eyebrows. " Lisa worked quickly on his eye-map and after having him open and close his eyes several times, she was finally satisfied. She stood before him and pumped a mascara wand up and down in its slim case. "Now," she commanded, "Raise your chin, tip your head back and open your eyes wide." He did and she bent over to brush the mascara deeply into his eye lashes. "Don't blink, keep you eyes open. Let it dry for bit. I'll add another coat when it dries. Now let me do those bottom lashes." Frank sat patiently while his mother applied his eye-make-up and hardly dared glance at Lindsey when she came back into the bathroom. He didn't need too. She came and stood behind her mother and peered intently at his face. "Ohhhh, I love what you've done with his eyes," she chirped "You know I have some false lashes if you want them." Lindsey straightened up and took a step back. She was finally in costume. She wore a jet black sleeveless leotard that showed more than a little cleavage. A fluffy black tutu circled her small waist. Her legs were clad in sheer hose. Black leg warmers reached from mid-calf to just above her ankles and gave way to a pair of stiletto heels. A long furry tail peeked out from under the tutu and swayed as she walked. She had artfully clipped two pointed ears into her tousled hair. She was the spiting image of a black cat. "No, I think I'll just add some mascara," Lisa said thoughtfully. "His lashes were long to begin with. Most girls would kill to have natural lashes like that." "Yeah," Lindsey said. "Great cheekbones, too. You really should have been a girl you know, Fran ...." The name caught in her throat as Lindsey realized just how incongruous it was to address this pretty girl before with a boys name. "Ahh, well as pretty as you are girlie, we can't call you Frank now can we?" Lisa chuckled. "No definitely not a Frank in a bra and skirt." "How about Fran?" Lindsey suggested and then shook her head. "Too plain, too obvious, and not quite ... Ahh, I know, how about Frannie? No, that's too old-fashioned. Fran? Frannie? Frances -- ohh that's yucky. Oh, oh ... Frankie. It's perfect. How do you like that for your new name honey? Frankie." Frank was overwhelmed by it all. His mother had continued to make-up his face and was applying blush along his cheekbones contouring and highlighting. "Well how nice," Lisa said. "Your sister picked out your costume and a girl's new name for you . . . " "And gave you a bra and pair of panties, too," Lindsey interjected. "So what do you have to say to your sister, Frankie?" Lisa asked. "Ummm, well thank-you Lindsey." "Thank-you for ...." Lisa prompted. Frankie swallowed hard. "Thank you Lindsey for picking out my costume . . " "And... what else Frankie" "And for my name and for the bra I'm wearing and for ..." Frankie was interrupted by the chimes of the doorbell and by the shriek of 'Trick or Treat' that came from behind the half open front door of their house. Lindsey scurried away in a clatter of heels that echoed off the hardwood floors. Lisa sighed. "Ah, another Halloween. Remember how much fun we used to have on Halloween?" Frankie nodded as she leaned back to apprise her work. "Do remember the time you were dressed as a ballerina? Oh and when you were Cinderella. I looked all over for little slippers for you. I finally found a pair and had to cut off part of the high heel so you could walk in them, remember? And you went as Little Red Riding Hood once. Wouldn't it be fun to play dress-up again. You loved that." Frankie's mind was flooded memories and the mention of Red Riding Hood brought a deep frown to his face. He shook his head. "I ... I . .. can't dress like a little girl anymore." "Of course you can't, " Lisa agreed. "That's why your sister picked the JV cheerleader's uniform for you this year. That's not for little girls to wear. "You know, ah, Frankie," Lisa said as she applied blusher to highlight his cheekbones and add contouring, "Lindsey would lend you some of her things if you asked. Not her intimate apparel of course, but dresses and skirts you like. We used to have so much fun playing dress-up. It was so much fun for me dressing you." Frankie was about to reply when Lindsey sailed back into the bathroom, kicked off her heels, grabbed a bottle of nail polish and sank cross- legged on the floor. She grabbed Frankie's hand. "I'll say one thing for you girl, you do keep you nails nice -- too short but nice." With that she began to apply a coat of deep, lustrous pink polish to his fingernails. "Next time, you'll have to leave them a longer and we can give them a little shape," Lisa said smiling. "Now tilt back you head a bit and open your eyes, I want to put on a little more mascara." The doorbell rang again and Lindsey leaped to her feet but not before admonishing Frankie to be mindful of the wet polish on his nails. Lisa finished the job on the nails of his other hand before leaning over him once more. She kissed him gently on the lips and then stood back. "All right my darling girl," she said, "time for the finishing touch. Just open your mouth a little bit ... that's right .. and I'll use this lip-liner. It makes a nice edge and this way your lipstick won't feather. Ahh, good. And now, pretty girl, let's put some lipstick on." Lisa opened a tube of deep pink lipstick and took up a small brush to coat his lips. "Open your mouth darling and make an 'O' with your lips. Like this." Frankie mimicked his mother's open mouth and Lisa painted his lips. "Now always remember to keep a lipstick in your purse honey when you go out. Lift your chin so I can see better." Frankie lifted his chin and Lisa broke into a huge smile. "You are so pretty. You are you mommy's pretty girl aren't you? Just a touch more blush and a little more powder, there now, you're perfect." Frankie made a move to turn to the mirror and Lisa quickly put a hand on his shoulder. "Not yet sweetie, not until I finish your hair. But first let's get his sweater back on you." With that she pulled him to his feet and gently lowered the v-neck sweater over his head full of curlers. She settled the sweater over the mounds of his foam breasts and smiled in spite of herself. Only then did she begin to unwind the rollers in his hair and comb the strands into a lovely page boy style. She swept the hair back from his forehead and twisted her comb behind his neck to curl his hair as she worked her way from the nape of his neck to his chin. When she was satisfied with her comb-out, she had him hold a small plastic shield in front of his face and sprayed his hair-do with several coats of hair lacquer." Lindsey sailed back into the bathroom and with hardly a thought to Frankie and her mother, retrieved her spiked heels form the floor. Only then did she look squarely at her feminized brother. "Wow," she exclaimed. "You're such a doll Frankie. Mom, this is so great. Just one more thing, I think." With that Lindsey snatched the thin royal blue ribbon from the vanity top, quickly slipped it around Frankie's neck and swept it up through his hair and tied it at he crown of his head in a bow. Lida and Lindsey exchanged knowing smiles and Frankie gazed up at them with a hugely puzzled look on his face. "I think it's time for our girl to see how fabulous she looks, don't you?" Lindsey asked. Lisa smiled and nodded. She took Frankie's hands and pulled him to his feet. "Close your eyes my darling, turn around and face the mirror." Frankie followed her instructions. "Now sweetheart, slowly open your eyes and tell me what you see." Frankie slowly raised his eyes to the mirror and gasped. A hand with polished nails flew to the under-curl of the page-boy hairdo and his lips parted to form a cupid-bows kiss. Lisa hovered behind the sissy boy, leaned near his ear and whispered, "Tell me darling, tell me what you see in the mirror, dear." Frankie's voice was soft and seemed to come from far away. "Oh, mother, I am a pretty girl." "Yes, darling you are and I want you to always be pretty for me. You will do that for me won't you sweetheart?" Frankie nodded slowly and the words came out his painted lips in nearly a whisper, "Yes." Lisa broke into a broad smile and turned to Lindsey. "Well, honey, this was great costume idea and Frankie loves it, too, don't you darling." Frankie nodded and smiled at his sister. "Well, you're not quite in full costume yet, Frankie. You can't go around as a barefoot cheerleader, so you'll need these too." Lindsey handed him a pair of ankle socks edged in a royal blue ruffle and held up a pair of point toe sneakers. Frankie took the socks from her and settled back on the vanity stool to put them on. Then he put on the sneakers. As he straightened up he peeked over his shoulder into the mirror. "Go ahead now," Lisa said. "Stand up, turn around and have a good look at our pretty little cheerleader." Frankie stood and turned again to look at the truly pretty girl reflected in the mirror as Lisa hovered over him. "Oh, Frankie, you're going to have to stop mashing your lips. It's so hard on your lipstick," Lisa said with a heavy sigh. She snatched up the tube of lipstick and started to turn him back to face her and stopped short. "Hmmm. It's about time you started doing your own make-up." She handed him the lipstick. Frankie uncapped the tube, leaned into the mirror, opened his lips and gently coated his lips. "Oh, mom, look at that, he puts on lipstick just like a girl," Lindsey exclaimed. Lisa nodded and smiled. "Alright darling, walk down to the mirror in the hall and let's get a good look at you from head to toe." Frankie glided out of the bathroom and made the short walk down the hallway as the short skirt swished gently over his smooth thighs. Lisa and Lindsey trailed behind. "Will you look at those legs," Lindsey said quietly, but appreciatively. "Mother you absolutely have to get him into a skirt with nylons and high heels." Lisa leaned into Lindsey. "All in due time dear, all in due time." Frankie found himself mesmerized by the image in the mirror. He turned first to the left and then to the right hardly daring to believe his own reflection. He raised his polished fingertips and gently touched his hairdo. He straightened his shoulders and thrust out his padded chest. The West Lake High team name 'Trojans' stood out in scrolled blue letter. And, for the first time, he felt a growing warmth beneath his skirt. Lisa slipped in behind him and circled his waist with his arm. "That's right, honey, stand-up nice and tall. Don't slouch. You want to show off your profile in that sweater." Lisa smiled. "I always knew you would be a pretty girl, a beautiful girl when you grew up," she said as she whispered in his ear. "You're only wearing a cheerleader's uniform tonight darling. Imagine how you will look in a pretty dress, a dress of light and airy chiffon." Lisa paused to run her hand over the back of his short skirt. "And under that oh so pretty girly dress, you are wearing the prettiest undies. Pretty panties. A lovely lace trimmed bra to match. A garter belt to hold up the sheerest, silkiest stockings. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Frankie nodded as his mouth went dry and he felt an undeniable stirring under his skirt. Now," Lisa said, "My beautiful girl needs to pose for some pictures in her costume. And," Lisa said as she turned to Lindsey, I'm going to want pictures of both my beautiful girls in their costumes. I've got my camera in the living room." The trio made their way to the living only to have Lindsey whirl around. "Ohhh, I have pom poms in my room, Frankie needs them for her pictures." "Get from perfume from my room," Lisa called out after her, "There's a small sprayer on my perfume tray. Youth Dew." Lisa turned to Frankie and took both of his hands in her own looked him up and down for a few moments and then brushed a kiss against his lips. "You'll be putting on some perfume tonight, too. I'll show you how, so you know for next time. It'll be the perfect scent ... " "Mother," Lindsey announced with consternation as she walked back into the room. "Frankie is going around without her panties." She stood accusingly with a flash of royal blue nylon dangling from one finger even as she clutched the perfume and pom poms in her other hand." Lisa looked startled and tuned back to Frankie, "You can't possibly think you can run around without like this, without undergarments young lady, It's not nice, it's not ladylike, it's ..." "Slutty," Lindsey said. A chided and stricken Frankie looked at his sister and then at his mother. "But, Mother, Lindsey, I do have underpants on. See." He lifted the hem of the short skirt." "Ewww," groaned Lindsey. "Tightie whities." "Oh for heavens sakes," Lisa gasped out. She swatted Frankie's hands away from the skirt even as she reached under the hem and with a determined tug pulled down her son's white jockey shorts. Frankie gave out with a small, girlish shriek, as his underpants were pulled down to his knees and Lisa stooped to drop them around his ankles. She straightened up, snatched he panties from Lindsey's still outstretched fingertip and opened the panties in her hands. She held the waistband of the full cut nylon panties in between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and raised them up. "Don't you ever go out dressed in a skirt without your panties," she scolded. And with that she stooped again. "Life your foot," she demanded. Frankie reached out to put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he raised first one foot and then the other. Lisa slid the silky panties up his smooth legs, rising as she did so to slip them over the cheeks of his behind and tug them in place around his hips. She smoothed the the panties over his behind, letting her fingertips trail around the tight leg openings and then slowly drew her fingers over the cool, smooth fabric now covering his cock. The effect on Frankie was at once electric. He was aroused and his dick hardened to bulge out against his panties. He surrendered to the thrilling sensation with a soft gasp. Lisa turned to face Lindsey, arched an eyebrow and the two exchanged a knowing glance. In that instant they both knew that Lindsey had been absolutely correct. She suspected Frankie had been in her room, looking at her clothes, touching them, maybe even trying them on for some time. And the swooning Frankie's almost predictable reaction to being put in panties confirmed her suspicions. She smiled with a sort of lust in her eyes. She moved with cat-like steps and circled Frankie twice before snatching at the short skirt and quickly running a hand over the tight panties stretched taut over his behind. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "This isn't the first time you've worn my panties is it sissy?" Neither of the women could see Frankie blushing deeply under his make-up or notice the slight nod of his head as he finally surrendered to the feeling of the cool, silky smooth panties on his now fully erect cock. He had looked in Lindsey's bureau drawers. He had seen the panties neatly folded there. He had picked them up and felt the silky fabric between his fingertips. He had stripped off his underpants to run silky panties over his behind. He had worked up the nerve to try on panties. And now this. A drop of pre-cum formed at the head of Frankie's swollen cock and left a wet spot he could feel. He posed in a daze for pictures. He hardly watched as Lindsey rushed out of the house to join her friends for the party. He stood with weak knees as Lisa had him spray perfume lightly on his wrist and breathe in he lovely scent before dashing it lightly under each ear. And he barely heard his mother and she chatted gaily about his wonderful costume and about how much he looked every inch a girl. The bulge in his panties seemed to crowd out everything else. "Well, Frankie, you should go out trick or treating now, sweetie," Lisa said as he finally focused on her. "Don't stay out too late." Frankie nodded. Another gaggle of costumed tricksters appeared out of the night to crowd at the front door and as Lisa rationed out her dwindling supply of candy treats, the pantie-clad, skirted, perfumed Frankie slipped out of the back door of the house. The cool night air swirled around his bare legs. It was a sensation he dimly remembered from the other times he wore skirts. But it was a sensation he would come to know well. A sudden puff of wind lifted the hem of his skirt as Frankie slipped through the shadows between the house and the detached garage. His erection ached in his panties and the silky fabric rubbed against the swollen head of his cock. Frankie leaned against the side of the garage. lifted the hem of the short skirt and cupped the bulge in his panties in his hand. He moaned softly as he rubbed the silky panties against his cock. The sensation was sizzling and he recalled to mind what he had seen earlier in the mirrors. The lovely hair-do, the eye-make, the lipstick. It was all too much. With a convulsive gasp, Frankie ejaculated and shot a jet of steamy cum into the thin fabric of the panties. He stroked his now throbbing cock and moaned deeply as his orgasm rocked him back on his heels. His panties were now a sopping wet clingy film covering his spent cock. And he loved it. His short gasps finally gave way to normal breathing. Frankie picked up the pom poms he had discarded and moved closer to a light shining from the house, anxious to be sure that no evidence of his cum soaked panties could be seen on the short skirt. He turned away from the light and caught his reflection in the garage window. He stood straight and threw his shoulders back to admire the shape his cupped breasts gave to the sweater. He peered intently at the girl looking back and him and blew her an air kiss from between his lipstick covered lips. His cock twitched again in his panties.