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Passenger Seat Sister By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter One "Hey," Craig said, hopping into his sister's car. "Hey," said Tara as he got in. "So how was the dentist, squirt?" "It sucked," Craig pulled on his seat belt. "Thank gawwd that's over, and it took forever." "I bet," his sister said as she pulled out. "When they do a big time cleaning like that it always does, but now at least that smelly breath you had should be gone." "Like it could have been as bad as your stinky cigarette breath mom doesn't know about?" Craig snapped back. "Right?" "Depends who you ask?" replied Tara, making a funny face and playfully shoving him. "Yeah I bet." Craig rolled his eyes. "So mom said you're taking me for my costume now, right?" "Impatient aren't we?" His sister smirked. "It's still September you know." "Yeah, but all the good stuff goes fast and everyone is really stocked up now," said Craig. "Mom said you would take me, and I want to get there while I have all my options available." "Relax, you know I am and she gave me cash for us this weekend, plus I've got her credit card in my purse," ed Tara tapped her bag between them. "But we've got a few things to do first, so in a little while, ok?" "Fine?" said Craig. "Like I have a choice? You're the driver right?" "Exactly, and remember I'm in charge now since mom's away to see Kristie in college," said Tara, pointing to herself and smiling. "So brace yourself for an over load of long overdue big sister time." "I can hardly wait?" grumbled Craig, rolling his eyes and then reaching over and grabbing her shoulder. "And please just keep your eyes on the road and not kill us before we get there, because I think you just blew a red light." "It was yellow, and chill! I can hardly wait for our time together this weekend too," said his sister, making a face and sticking out her tongue at him. "Now look I'm stopping at this one." "Please, because you can be a little scary driving you know and since you're my driver this weekend, I can't have you lose your license with mom three hours away," laughed Craig. "I am not losing it," said his sister, folding down the mirror and checking her face. "I think I drive really well for someone that's seventeen and only been driving six months." "Good for someone that failed their driving test three times," joked Craig. "Sure?" "It was twice wise ass, and girls always fail," Tara explained as they stopped at a light. "Ask mom! Idiot old men want us to come back in short skirts and then they pass us regardless of how we drive." "I'm thinking mom left out that part when she told me you finally passed," said Craig, checking his seat belt. "But is that what you did?" "Of course I didn't? Well on purpose anyway, because my test was right after cheer practice but I kicked ass driving that day," Tara changed the subject. "Now let me see how the cleaning turned out." Craig looked over shaking his head and then smiled quickly. "You got to give me more than that?" said Tara, looking at his teeth. He smiled bigger this time, shaking his head to the side as his sister reached over, pulling down his lip and taking a good look. "That's better, and very nice," said Tara as they pulled away. "Ok and annoying?" said Craig, pulling away his face. "Green light sis." "Yup got it," giggled Tara, stepping on the pedal. "That's going to contrast beautifully with a nice dark lip color depending on what costume you pick." "Uuumm ok?" said Craig. "But I wasn't thinking I was wearing any makeup like I did when I was a vampire last year. Plus mom isn't here to do it?" "Why would she need to?" Tara asked. "I thought you weren?t worried about wearing your costume for a while and you have like a month, right?" "Yeah, but mom told you I could get a few costumes, right?" said Craig. "Because everyone wears them on the Haunted Hayrides at the Pumpkin patches on Saturday nights, so I was thinking if I did get at least one today I might want to do that tomorrow night?" "Yeah she told me," Tara answered. "I remember doing that when I was your age and those were really fun. Scary stuff, screaming teens and almost like a pre-Halloween party, going on rides in costumes." "Cool, because that?s what I heard," said Craig, getting excited about it. "So maybe if I get dressed up you could take me there?" "Sure I guess if you pick the right costume?" teased his sister. "We couldn?t send you there to embarrass yourself like a dweeb or something? Girls get dressed up scary and even sexy, so I?m sure you?d be looking to do the same, right?" "Well yeah," said Craig. "I?m certainly not looking to show up like some loser." "Yeah I figured as much, so don?t worry I?ll do your makeup to match what you pick, especially since mom?s not here since.... Well I thought I?d also be the really good sister that maybe I haven?t been lately?" said Tara, pulling into a big parking lot. "That maybe you kind of might need?" "Need?" Craig asked. "What do you mean?" "Well I think we both know what I mean and it?s ok," replied Tara, stopping the car and looking around. "Let me pull to a more private spot in the back." "Why?" Craig was confused as she pulled in at a spot well away from the stores. "What?s ok?" "Ok then?" said Tara, taking his hand. "So I know you?ve been sneaking into my room and trying on my clothes so I thought we?d talk about that?" "No I haven?t?" said Craig, turning beet red and yanking away his hand. "Why would you say that?" "Why?" laughed Tara. "Because I know you have, so just fess up. It?s just us here alone, so talk to me, squirt." "I don?t know what you are talking about?" Craig turned away, looking out the window. "You don?t huhhhh?" His sister began before having to slightly giggle and then swiping across her phone. "Maybe next time don?t brush against my keyboard, because you activated my web cam which was on, and be happy I?m the only one that saw it?" "Oohhh no?" gulped Craig as she played the video. "It?s fine, and I suspected way before that?" giggled Tara. "You know how meticulous I am about folding and putting things in certain places, so maybe you could get away with that with Kristie?s stuff because she?s a pig, or mom?s because always in a hurry, but not mine." "I.... Uuuummm," said Craig, tearing up. "I?m sorry. And...well... their stuff doesn?t fit so well?" "Trust me I know. We?ve got the short skinny genes, and both mom and Kristie got the big booties," said Tara hugging him. "And it?s ok!" "You?re not mad?" asked Craig, wiping his eyes. "Well in the beginning maybe, but I wouldn?t call it mad," said Tara. "Just maybe confused or uneducated and really I wish you could have come to me without sneaking around in my room, but I can definitely understand why you didn?t." "Thank you," said Craig. "I don?t even know how to explain it or really how it just started, but once it did I just couldn?t stop. I was just too curious I guess?" "Well we all experiment, and have to figure shit out for ourselves and in time I guess you will too," said Tara. "And I guess that explains why you haven?t cut your hair in like two years either?" "All the cool kids have long hair," moaned Craig ashamed. "Do they?" said his sister, pulling his low pony onto his shoulder and playing with it. "And stop stealing my scrunchies." "Fine and some of them do?" said Craig, quivering a little. "And please don?t say that to mom. You know how much she fights with me about that?" "Yeah and now I also know why you fight so hard," laughed Tara. "So how about you don?t tell about my smoking and my lips are sealed about all this until you tell me to?" "OK, and no chance! I?d never!" said Craig, holding up his hand. "But you should know mom does know you smoke a little and hates it." "Yeah and I know she does," said Tara, shrugging her shoulders before tapping his wrist. "And just so you know, she smokes sometimes too but just don?t tell grandma." "Well she won?t hear it from me and please! We especially don?t tell her anything! Please or she?ll have me in a crew cut in five seconds!" said Craig, mortified. "Especially this! Please!" "Yeah I?d say not and look at me squirt." Tara lifted his chin. "But for me to help you, I kind of need to know a little more here? So is it the thrill of girls clothes or are you thinking you might want to be a girl?" "Can we please just never talk about this again and go get my costume now," said Craig, turning away ashamed. "Please, I promise I?ll never try on your stuff again." "How about we start over without you bullshiting me," laughed Tara. "Because I?m thinking we both know you staying out of my stuff is going to be a problem?" "It?s not?" moaned Craig. "I will!" "Seriously? From what I can tell from my drawers, you seemed to have started and stopped quite a few times already for the last year or so," said Tara. "So am I wrong, and be honest with me, squirt?" "Three years," Craig was turning beet red. "Oh gawwddd! You poor thing," said Tara, feeling horrible. "Which is why I so wished you would have told me even earlier, but I?m here now so you never need to be worried again, ok?" "Ok?" nodded Craig as a tear steamed down his cheek. "Good, and I love you," said Tara, wiping it. "Now just take a breath, let?s get the stuff off the back seat and get you changed. Everything?s going to be fine. I promise." "Changed?" Craig asked, looking over his shoulder, seeing a duffel bag and then something hanging inside a white plastic garment bag. "Yeah... I mean am I a good sister or what?" said his sister, reaching back and grabbing a small plastic bag first. "Most of it was in a box way in the back, so I?m doubting you?ve tried this on yet, so I had the outfit dry cleaned, washed and ironed your blouse plus bought you your own underwear. Now I?ll turn my head until you get your panties on, and then I don?t mind helping with the rest." "Are you serious?" gulped Craig. "You want me to change into your clothes right in front of you? Right in the car? Are you nuts! I?ve never even been out of our rooms in your clothes." "It?ll be fine. I?ve got a plan, and take off your shirt," said Tara, reaching over and touching his shirt, lifting it a touch. "Now wouldn?t you rather try on girls costumes as a girl and not a boy? Wouldn?t that be much more comfortable?" "Wait? Really?" sighed Craig as his eyes got big, stopping her hand. "You... you?re going to let me try on some girl costumes?" "Why not?" replied his sister, holding the edge of his shirt. "That?s what I bet you really want to do, right?" "Maybe?" Craig said, almost shocked he admitted that. "Maybe?" smirked his sister. "So that you haven?t done before? You know snuck one in the dressing room and tried one on in private?" "No but..." started Craig. "But you wanted to? Now relax and put your arms up." His sister ripped the t-shirt right over his head. "I got this because we both know you did?" "Oh my gawwddd!" Craig watched his sister put down his shirt and then opened a package, taking out a simple white bra. "But I..I... I can?t pass as a girl?" "Put your arms out and let me work on that," said Tara, slipping his arms inside it and then reaching around him and snapping the back. "I studied the video on my phone, and first thing first is girls your age in school do not have the boobs you tried to have with my socks in your bra." "Oh? I guess not." Craig was feeling numb as his sister reached around him snapping the bra in the back. "But I..I.. still can?t pass though?" "We?ll see about that, Miss Ariana Lynne, and don?t slump so I can get this adjusted right?" His sister adjusted the shoulder straps. "Because you seem to pass when instant messaging some kids I?ve noticed?" "You saw that too?" Craig was mortified. "And you know it?s just some stupid avatars." "Yeah well after I saw you on video, I admittedly snooped on your laptop," said his sister, opening a package of panties. "Now pants and shoes off, because what?s the point fighting what we both know is inevitable? You can?t stay locked up in the house like this forever, so stop fighting the one person who?s trying to help you?" "Oh gawwwddd?" Craig hurriedly tossed his sneakers in the back and then his pants. "Seriously? Calm down!" said his sister, annoyed. "I just said I?m helping you here and you treat my car like a shit hole. Just change your underwear while I fold your pants, and please never do that again." She got out and closed her door while he looked everywhere, noticing no one was anywhere near the car and leaned down, pulling off his briefs. Like lightening he pulled on the panties with his hands visibly trembling while she opened her back door, retrieving his sneaker and pants. Neatly she folded his t-shirt and pants before stuffing them with his sneakers and socks in the duffel bag before opening her trunk and placing it inside. When she got back inside the car, he was sitting there looking petrified in his new underwear as she unfolded a shirt and opened the buttons. "It?ll be fine and just give me your arm," said Tara, taking his wrist and sliding it on him. "Stay calm and I?m pretty sure everything I brought is going to fit you no problem. I checked it all against clothes I know you wear all the time, so don?t panic. It?s just a girl?s shirt, and you know you?ve been in one before." "Yes," sighed Craig as she tucked his other arm inside and then began buttoning it. "See, not that different from boys stuff shirts anyway, except for the tapering and back when I wore this I really didn?t have much up top either," giggled his sister, buttoning it up. "But also the bra I put you in is padded and made for girls kind of starting to develop like you would be at this age, so for now that?ll do the trick I?m sure." "So I?ll still look thirteen?" asked Craig, seeing it take some shape as it was much tighter around his rib cage and let out near his little faux boobs. "Ahhhhh yeah?" laughed his sister as she buttoned the sleeves. "Slow down princess, and don?t you dare try to grow up so fast on me already?" "I?m not! I?m so scared," Craig said as she opened a bag and then cracked open a plastic egg. "I know, but just sit there and I?m coming around that side," said his sister, walking behind the car and opening his door slightly. "Point your toes down and do not step out of this car on this dirty pavement while I get your tights on." He was mesmerized, watching as she began rolling the tights up with her fingers, as in seconds they were amazingly scrunched up tightly in her hands. He was scared stiff as she slid his toe inside the first one, stretching it up a little before quickly lifting his other foot, covering his other toes. Just that fast she rolled the tights up his legs and then had him hike himself above the seat as she pulled the waistband over his panties. "Keep your butt up a second while I stretch and straighten them," said Tara, gently tugging. "I have to do this delicately with my nails." With his feet on the carpet, he stretched his rear end above the car seat as she twisted and tightened them until she was satisfied they were taut and straight. She opened the back door now, ripping the plastic from the white dry cleaning bag and once she grabbed something, she closed it, and unbuttoned the back of a skirt. "We?re almost there, little sis," said Tara, unzipping it and then lifting his left ankle then the right, sliding them inside it. "Same drill! Hold up your butt and do not even think about sitting down until I straighten the back or I?ll kill you if your wrinkle it." Up went his buttocks from the seat as just that fast up came the skirt. He looked down at the basic skirt, still in shock he was being dressed in his sister?s car and then just that quickly he?d been zipped inside it. Once she fastened the button on his lower back, she held the skirt against his bottom and then tapped him to lower his rear as she sat back down. Without even saying a word, she then quickly came back around, getting back in the driver?s seat and closing the door. "Ok, so almost there," sighed Tara before looking down as her phone rang. "Oh shit, one sec! Hi, this is Tara." She listened for a moment and then looked over at her brother as she began fumbling through her pocketbook and took out a big brush. "Yes, we?re confirmed," said Tara, speaking into her phone as she leaned over, pulling out his scrunchie and ran the brush through his hair. "I?m sorry I meant to text the confirmation earlier, but just hanging out a little with my sister. Thanks for calling, and I should still be there on time." "Ooouuccchh! Confirmed for what?" Craig was anxious as she hung up, pushing away her hand. "Please Tara, you?re scaring me even worse than I am already, and that had nothing to do with me right?" "Well Halloween is the fright season, isn?t it?" joked his sister, putting down the phone and picking up her brush again. "Now just let me brush that mop of hair, please. For a wanna be girl, you suck at hair." "Tara?" said Craig with his eyes wide open. "Please! I?m not sure I can even step out of this car like this, so maybe just take me home and even forget the whole costume thing, then just go do whatever that was." "Stop it! You?re already in my clothes, so the last thing I?m doing is taking you home for you to rumble through my shit without supervision after I just fixed my drawers neatly," lectured Tara. "Now if you want to stop now then just get out, I?ll give you your shoes and a bus pass. Just say the word, Ariana?" "Are you insane?" asked Craig. "You?d put me on the bus in a skirt?" "Well I wouldn?t want to the way you look now, but if you?d stop being a fucking diva already and let me finish, we wouldn?t have to deal with such bullshit, would we?" said his sister, holding the brush in her hand and shaking a pump spray in the other hand. "So can I brush your hair or not?" "Oh myyy gawwddd." Craig nodded. "Yessss." Quickly she began dampening his hair with a flowery smelling spray and then began raking through his hair with a big brush. With his hair half in his face, it was a most annoying and even mildly painful process yet he sat quietly as she pushed his face looking down towards the middle console until finally she flipped his hair on his shoulders. "Sit up straight, and if you give me three minutes on the other side without any nonsense, I think you?ll be fine," His sister leaned into the back sea,t grabbing a shoe box before opening her door and hurrying around. "Fine?" Craig answered as his sister opened his passenger door. "Yes. Fine," nodded Tara, putting her pocketbook on his lap. "Chin up, and hold my bag ok?" He clutched her bag with his fingers tightly, terrified as she hunched over, sliding his feet in some shoes before he could quickly feel her lacing them tightly. When she finished, she looked into his eyes and then fastened one of the the two open buttons below his chin and then messed with his collar. Just her nails against his neckline were enough to feel the little hairs behind his head stand up and then she took her pocketbook from his lap. "Ok stand up and turn around without touching the car, please," said Tara, tapping his leg. "Even though I just went through the car wash yesterda,y these things get filthy in seconds and you?re in a white top which can get dirty almost without doing almost anything." The second he stood, she placed her pocketbook on the seat where he was sitting and just that quickly he was standing outdoors for the first time in girl?s clothing. He could not stop his trembling, standing as still as he could as she brushed the hair from his face as he stood staring at nothing but the top of her car. A few seconds later, he could feel the familiar tension of his hair being gathered and then felt it wind atop his head. Right away he noticed it was not at its familiar place near his nape, as she formed his pony instead. When finally her fingers tugged on the ends pulling it tightly against his scalp, he took a breath, nervous about how high it felt. Only in the privacy of his own room or the locked bathroom could he play with his hair, putting it up high and now instead it was happening in broad daylight. The sound of gel now squirting in her hands was a familiar sound and then he knew the feeling of it as she gently applied a little from his forehead back. A quick few soft strokes of her brush against his scalp from ear to ear behind his forehead and then a few from the neckline up were followed by the feel of his pony waving in a spot he knew would be distinctly feminine. He gulped, realizing his face would be prominently displayed in his new outfit before he oddly felt his sister lifting his pony and take hold of it, tightly brushing through it once again. Two, then three tugs unexpectedly jolted him a little as he wavered until she held him steady. "Sorry, but hold steady and do not lean against that car," said his sister, as he felt the fourth tug and then she finally let go. "I still have to brush out some knots, and you?ve got a lot of split ends, but one more minute and it?ll be fine ok?" "Ok?" gulped Craig, just standing there having his hair brushed like any girl would be by their mother. "And when exactly was the last time you washed this hair?" asked his sister, tossing the brush on the seat and then pulling on it now, stretching. "I just did it like two days ago I think?" replied Craig, feeling the tension as he made sure not to waver. "You think?" said his sister, twisting quickly. "Maybe three?" sighed Craig before hearing a snap and then feeling his pony hit his bare neck. "Uuumm? At least? Now turn around." His sister turned his shoulders gently. "And conditioned?" "Uuumm I?m not sure?" said Craig, suddenly looking into her eyes. "When mom tells me I need to I guess?" "It?s fine, and you have beautiful hair," said Tara, giving him a hug and then letting go. "Now let?s get your jacket on and you can get back in the car." "Ok," Craig replied as she took a jacket from the hanger in the back seat and then slipped it on him. "Wow, that is a perfect fit," said his sister, buttoning it in front and checking the fit. "I wouldn?t worry anymore and put your hands behind your skirt when you sit down. You look absolutely adorable in this, who could tell you?re not just any girl that just got out of school on a Friday night?" "Oh myyy gawwddd!" said Craig, freaking out, realizing what she?d put him in now that he was able to look down at the blazer and shoes. "This is your old school uniform!" "Yup, from eighth grade, and am I good or what little sis?" Tara looked him over. "You made me a gggg...gggg..girl from our school?" Craig pressed his toes up against the edges of the shoes. "That?s how I?m walking around?" "Well I didn?t think you were ready for stilettos, and one of my date night dresses," joked his sister. "So yeah you?ll blend right in with half the other Catholic school girls who are running around after school, so I figured this might me a more natural transition for you." "Oh?" Craig answered. "I guess that actually makes sense." "Of course it does," said his sister, pointing to her head. "Now tuck your skirt and get in please before we attract some attention we?d rather not, standing in the back of a parking lot." "Oh my gawd yes." Craig put his hands behind his ass, sitting down quickly in the car. "I mean please no... but like yes I?m getting in and I don?t want to attract any attention." "Really?" said his sister, getting in and starting the car then opening a napkin on the center console. "Maybe you might have wanted to think about before you decided to be a girl. Now put your left hand there first with your fingers stretched out." "Are you serious?" said Craig as she screwed open a bottle of nail polish. "Yeah I?m serious. This will be a quickie, but I remember girls in my old class were allowed neutrals like Frenches or soft pinks," said his sister, coating his thumb nail. "Now try not to move, and this is a quick dry polish anyway." "Ok. And no, I mean I haven?t decided to be a girl," said Craig, watching his nails getting painted. "You haven?t?" said his sister. "No, I mean obviously I am, but I?m not sure if I want to," said Craig as she was doing his pinkie. "So give me your other hand, and just hold that flat under the vent carefully and without touching a thing," said his sister as she began working on the right hand. "I?ll turn the heat on low." "Sure," said Craig, as suddenly the car?s warm air was drying his nails. "And I?ve never had on nail polish before?" "Well then I guess it?s about time, and just so you know listening to you... well?" giggled his sister. "You even sound like a girl now." "What do you mean?" Craig was feeling insulted. "Indecisive? Confused? Can?t make a freaking decision? Guilty?" said his siste,r before raising her hand. "Yeah that?s a girl in case you didn?t get that?" "No way?" Craig replied. "But I?ve always been a little like that? I think?" "You know I think you have actually, and I wouldn?t worry about it! Girls never do," laughed his sister. "It?s more fun just being pretty, and you?re off to a good start. Now swap and give me the other hand back. Two coats should do it." He sat captivated by his nails turning pink, and then when she finished he could not believe he was sitting there enjoying the pungent smell of the polish, trapped in her car. When she was satisfied making a little tweak here and there on certain fingers, she quickly added a clear coat to them and then dug through her pocketbook. "Ok chin up, and I?m taking your glasses! They are way too boyish," said his sister, gently taking them off his face. "You might be a student, but nerd time is over and they?ll be no reading assignments from this point forward." "Ok," nodded Craig as he almost couldn?t take anymore as she unscrewed her mascara wand and turned his chin with her fingers. "Last little touches, and then we?re on our way sis," said Tara, dipping the wand in and out quickly right in from of his eyes. "We?re not allowed to wear makeup in school, but every girl in the upper grades cheats a little. Look up, don?t stare at it and try not to blink." "Ok," said Craig, trembling again. Back and forth she coated his lashes just a little, as every little soft touch on his lashes felt incredible. "Relax, or it?ll be a mess and do not touch anything with those nails," said his sister, coating the bottom lashes carefully. "I guess you never tried on my makeup?" "Well a little, but I sucked at it and I was afraid I couldn?t get it off, so not to much," said Craig. "This will come off, right?" "Oh you didn?t tell me that part?" said Tara. "I mean eventually. Maybe like in a month or so?" "Do not even kid like that?" said Craig, pushing away her hand. "Relax, this isn?t even water proof stuff." Tara pushed his hand back down and recoated. "Now last thing and we?re on our way, little sis." She put away the mascara wand now and then unscrewed a clear lip gloss, touching his lips. "Oh my gawwwddd Tara," squealed Craig, feeling it go on. "I?m so scared." "Hey! Rub your lips together softly, but do not bite those lips," said Tara, pulling it back and looking. "Now just chill and look in the visor mirror to make sure it?s even." "Holy shit?" said Craig, getting emotional, twisting his neck and looking at himself. "I don?t know whether to throw up or cry?" "If you puke in my car or on that outfit, you will be taking the bus," joked his sister as she pulled away. "And I told you that mascara is not water proof, so that?s off the table too you little cry baby. Now suck it up, because if you think you look cute now, just wait until I really get my hands on you after you?re out of my uniform." "Really?" Craig pressed his hand against his chest. "Welcome to the world, Ariana Lynne," smiled his sister. "And you damn well better hope that nail polish is dry and didn?t get on my uniform." "Huuhhh!" Craig pulled his hand away and instantly dipped it back under the warm air. "Please tell me I didn?t?" "No, I think they?re dry, but let?s give it five more minutes just in case," laughed his sister. "Although that?s how a girl should react if she thinks she fucked up a nail or dirtied her outfit! You?re going to be fine at this I?m thinking." "Thank you," said Craig, choked up, turning his neck and then sliding his hands down his pony tail. "And you French braided my pony. I always loved watching when mom did stuff like that to you or Kristie." "Now that you mention it, I did kind of notice you staring at our hairdos?" Tara tapped her chin. "I guess I just didn?t put two and two together, and did you already forget in like two seconds what I just said about not touching things with your nails?" "Shit!" Craig quickly stopped and spun his hand, extending his fingers checking his nails. "I think they?re dry and I kind of always wished I could feel what it was like to have my hair braided, so thanks! Even though I was so scared, I felt nothing?" "You're welcome, and it was a quickie anyway, so next time I promise you can get the full experience," said his sister as they pulled up at a light. "Really passenger seat hair styling options are kind of limited." "Yeah I bet," smiled Craig, reaching back and touching it again. "But still really cute on you none the less, so don?t mess it up," said his sister, slapping away his hand. "And if it means anything, I was just as scared to do this to you too? All of it?" "Oh I doubt that?" smiled Craig. "And I?m pretty sure I?m going to be a lot more scared when you expect me to get out of this car. That?s if I can get out of this car." "You?ll be fine, and truthfully you?ve always looked like Kristie," said Tara. "Everyone says that, especially when she was young and when we get home I?m going to find a picture of her in grammar school and you?ll see." "Yeah I heard that from grandma and mommy plenty of times, but I never saw it?" said Craig, a touch embarrassed yet pleased at the thought. "But you didn?t finish that thought? Why would you be scared about this? Scared I?d look stupid and embarrass you I guess?" "I just told you that I expected you to look like Kristie, so no," Relied Tara, holding back some emotion. "I was just more scared you?d be so upset that I found out about this and freak out that I wanted to help dress you." "Oh well I kinda was," smiled Craig, shrugging his shoulders. "But you pretty much just did it to me so fast I barely had a second to think about it or really object." "Like you wanted to?" said Tara, wiping her eye. "And if I did, you weren?t letting me anyway were you?" said Craig, giving her a look. "Well I might have?" said his sister, pulling into a spot. "But I?m not anymore. Time to get out, sis?" As his sister took the key from the car, she got out, walking around the front of the car and looking in at him as she turned her wrist, checking her watch. He looked up seeing her give him a look as she stood folding her arms and as he felt his knees knocking. She looked away just standing there tapping her foot patiently while he worked up the nerve to move and then she walked over, losing her patience, pulling the handle of the door open. "So are you coming, or do I have to embarrass you to move?" said his sister, after pulling open the door. "Because I will if I have to you know?" "I?m coming?" Craig looked down at his lap, breaking eye contact. "And so is Christmas?" replied his sister, standing there. "Now come on, or did you want me to yell out boy in a dress really loud, because I will." "Please no," said Craig, slowly swinging his feet from the car. "You sure about this Tara?" "About you not pissing your panties, no," joked Tara. "But about my little sister looking as cute as anyone else?s little sister in that uniform? Absolutely Ari, which is an adorable nickname for you sis. Now come on and just trust me." As he stepped to the pavement, she wrapped her arm through his and they started walking across the parking lot. It was an outdoor retail plaza with typical stores and restaurants that he could barely pick his head up to look at as his sister dragged him along. He?d glance up now and again seeing people buzzing past them, mostly paying him no mind as the turtle began to peek up from it's shell. Slowly but surely he began to look around and then before he even knew what hit him, his sister was swinging open a glass door and dragging him inside. "Just sit over there while I wait in line." Tara pointed. He looked around, suddenly surrounded by reflective walls and displays, as instantly it was impossible not to stare at what he?d become. In the mirrored columns and glass displays, there he was just as his sister said, dressed as a grammar school girl in her uniform. It was all he could do to fight the urge to pee as she had warned him about pissing his panties, for as different as he had been dressed today, this was an all too familiar place as he wanted to run through the glass, realizing he was inside the store of his optometrist. He?d been seeing this eye doctor since the second grade, who obviously knew him except not like this. He walked towards three chairs against a wall, staring at his every step, captivated by his own motion and how he looked. When a kid glanced his way passing him, all he could do was stare down at his sister?s navy tied saddle shoes and navy tights, petrified as he watched his short beige pleated skirt waver as he moved. Above it, the navy tapered jacket mostly covered the white skirt blouse that buttoned almost up to his collar, but with all of his hair pulled back into a high swinging French braid, it wouldn?t change the face in the outfit. Maybe the hints of mascara or lip gloss would add a feminine flair to the boy inside the girl?s uniform, but to him he looked almost exactly as he always did. There?d be some public school teens in street clothes and even a much older high school boy in a uniform jacket and tie with their moms, but luckily no one in a uniform like his as he walked quietly past them. Really he was mostly petrified that five minutes into being out as a girl that his sister took him somewhere that someone could know him. He sat waiting while she was in line, hoping that he would just be sitting there without having any interaction, but then that fear was quickly realized as her turn came up, and after a short discussion with a store clerk, she called him over. "Ari?" waved his sister. "Come over please, and try on your glasses, honey." "You?re kidding?" sighed Craig to himself, mortified and not wanting to move. "Ariana!" said his sister, a little louder this time. "Come on, sis. They?re really busy here as you can see, and you can?t hold up the line." He wanted to die as everyone looked over at him, as just that quickly he?d been shamed into getting up and headed over towards the counter. "So we?re here to pick up her glasses," said his sister to the guy handing him a receipt. "Pucciarelli." "Oh I see glasses for Craig here, Mrs. Pucciarelli," said the guy. "But not Ariana?" "Craig?s her older brother who by the way does not wear glasses, and Mrs. Pucciarelli is my mother," joked Tara, softly tapping the guys hand. "Now please tell me I don?t look that old, and obviously this is not Craig." "Uuumm no," said the guy, quite embarrassed. "I?m sorry, and should I just say Miss Pucciarelli." "Just Tara is fine, and could she just try on her glasses," said Tara. "She hates to wear glasses as it is, so I?d just like to make this quick and get out of here, ok?" "Sure but..?" said the guy, opening the case. "But those are not what she ordered," said Tara, taking them. "Oh jeez? Aren?t those boys? glasses?" "Yeah I?m thinking those are wrong?" The guy said. "No doubt, but try them on sis, and let?s see if the prescription is right or is that fucked up too?" said Tara, handing them to her brother as he put them on, looking into the counter mirror. "Make sure you can read the charts like you always do?" "Uuumm looks right?" said Craig meekly like a mouse after checking them. "Well then what do we do here uuummm?" said Tara, reaching up and turning over his name tag. "Todd? The girl needs her glasses, and we?ve obviously got a problem." "Uuummm... let me get my boss," said Todd, flustered. "It?s only my second week here, and the order looks right to me, plus I don?t see any Ariana on the insurance listed on the screen." "Wait, don?t I know you from somewhere?" said Tara, grabbing his wrist. "You?re friends with guys from Alpha Phi Alpha right?" "Yeah, that?s my frat," said Todd. "You know some of them." "Oh I know lots of them?" smiled Tara. "I was at the Labor Day bash, and I?m thinking I might have seen you there?" "Cool," said Todd. "I was one of the guys that helped organize that. I knew you kind of looked familiar." "Nice! It was awesome," said Tara, flicking her brows. "But maybe we could catch up about that another time without some pretty little ears hearing about shit that they shouldn?t?" "Oh definitely," nodded Todd. "But let me get my boss, and I?m sure we can fix all this." "Listen, I have to get her to another appointment which she will freak if we?re late for, so I can?t hang all day here and there?s still a line behind us," said Tara, pushing the mouse towards him. "How about you click the second pair free coupon button and she just picks another pair. She can use the boyish ones around the house and no one needs to get in trouble here if they fucked up our order, Todd." "Oh I don?t know," said Todd, putting his hand on the mouse and pausing. "That sale was only for designer girl?s frames, and these frames weren?t designer or girls." "Then you see what an even bigger fuck up this was, Todd?" said Tara, putting her hand on top of his, moving the mouse. "So how about we just click the button and I won?t get Jerry whoever that is on the screen in trouble if we fix this now." "Jerry wrote the order and he?s in my frat, too?" said Todd, seeing her hand on his. "You know I know that Jerry! I guess I could call him directly and ask him to fix this for me," said Tara, moving the mouse over and rubbing his fingers. "Or you could click the button plus click the free contact lens button you have there for loyal customers with coupons underneath it, right?" "Oh I?d love to, but I don?t know," gulped Todd, looking down at her hand on his. "What?s to know, and no one needs to. Click and then I could text you my number. Plus I do have the coupon in my purse," said Tara, moving the mouse over and clicking atop his finger. "You know and we could maybe hook up to settle this without anyone getting in trouble." "Hook up?" sighed Todd, allowing her to click the next button. "Yeah," said Tara, sliding her finger off his hand as the buttons had been checked and digging through her pocketbook, pulling out coupons. "I was thinking this is standard stuff you have in stock, so you could take care of this cute little girl that really needs her lenses to finish her homework, and maybe I?d treat you to coffee or a movie or something later?" "Like tonight?" asked Todd, getting excited. "Well if it isn?t too much trouble?" said Tara, batting her lashes. "I mean all you have to do is hit enter and what?s your number so I can text you?" "Go try on some frames from the girl?s designer rack Ari across the room on the left," Winked Todd, handing Tara his phone and updating the system. "The Donna Karan frames are the hottest thing we have for girls your age, and we have them in stock. All I ask is we make it quick and then let me see what I can do about getting it done for tonight." "Hurry up and I?ll be right over to help, sis," said Tara. "Just try the cute stuff and stay away from anything nerdy." Tara quickly exchanged numbers with Todd and then hurried over, helping her brother try on girl?s frames. Within two minutes, he was as frazzled as he was dumfounded that he?d be getting some girl?s frames with his prescription and also getting contacts. After nine or ten pairs, they narrowed it down to four and then Tara wrote down the style numbers, hurrying back over to Todd. They were giggling as he checked the stock and then they selected a choice for Craig before finally his sister came to get him as out the door they went. "And that?s how it?s done, little sis?" smiled Tara, showing him a bag. "I can?t believe you just did that?" smiled Craig. "So these were the glasses mom ordered for me, and did I really just get girl?s frames and contacts too?" "Well technically Craig got a second pair that were free, and won?t show up on mom?s insurance, so all?s good," said Tara. "Plus he officially can now wear contacts that I got with a coupon if he or preferably she chooses to, because I think those pretty eyes should be seen and not hidden at least in certain outfits anyway." "Wow," sighed Craig, hugging her. "I don?t even know what to say?" "Just say thanks, and that I?m the best sister ever," Tara said as they walked together arm and arm. "Oh and that I kind of know what I?m doing here, because obviously Todd or anyone else thought Ariana was there and not Craig, did they?" "I guess they didn?t," Craig replied as they were walking back to the car. "But even if they did, I was too scared to notice. It all happened so fast." "So fast might be the key thing here for a little while, ok sis?" said Tara, clicking open the car. "Now we?re going to do a fast change, so I am going to need you to just trust me again please?" "Really?" said Craig, surprised as she wasted no time unbuttoning his jacket as he was standing again behind the passenger door. "I?m changing already?" "Well girls do that, you know," said his sister, taking off the jacket and then unfastening the button on the back of his skirt. "And it?ll be quick while no one?s around." "But you said you thought I?d be better off in my school uniform for now," moaned Craig. "Please Tara, that seemed to work and I barely just got comfortable in that." "Please stay calm, and it?s only going to take a second," said Tara, spinning him towards the car and tapping his elbows. "Put your hands up, and trust me there?s a plan, so if you?re not a brat then even less people will notice you in this." In front of his face now slid a garment as she dropped it over his outstretched arms and head. When his vision cleared, she pulled it down, untwisting it and then he was a bit stunned looking down at it. "I don?t understand?" Craig asked, concerned as she zipped up the back. "Isn?t this?" "A romper," said his sister, buttoning the two buttons above the zipper near the top of his back. "Now turn around sweetie." "Not what I meant Tara?" said Craig as she began buttoning his collar. "I know what?s it?s called." "Oh ok?" laughed his sister, playing with the collar. "Chin up please, and see you know even more than I thought you did about girl?s clothes. I?m impressed, and you?re going to be such a cutie in this!" "Yeah that?s more my point and you?re scaring me again," said Craig, hearing a little snap. "I meant isn?t this..?" "Oh my uniform from when I was a little younger, and bow you?re head a little please, sis," said his sister, spinning his shoulders and grabbing his pony as he leaned back. "Yes it was, and not that I want to remember this but be happy I was a bit chunky back then so it fits." "So exactly why am I in this?" Craig was startled as she was twisting around at his hair and letting go. "Because we agreed you?d be more comfortable after school in a uniform for a while," replied his sister, closing the car door. "One store and you forgot already?" "Not my point, Tara," said Craig as she took him by the hand and they began walking. "Girls my age don?t wear rompers do they? I?m in eighth grade?" "Not where we?re going next you?re not," replied his sister, matter of factly pulling him along. "So if anyone asks you?re in like fifth." "Why do I need to be in fifth grade?" Craig whined. "Because once you get into the middle school grades, you wear the uniform you had on before," said his sister, stopping and grabbing him by the shoulders. "And I wish they did, because they?re freaking adorable but because the older girls do not wear big bows like I just put on you! Now you going to trust me like I?ve told you all along or you going to freak out and embarrass yourself." "Trust you?" Craig asked, still confused. "Good, because look how cute you look and be happy with that baby face that you can pass for younger," said his sister, turning him so he could see himself in a store window and checking that his bow was in tight. "Oh and because girls your actual age already have their ears pierced, so I was thinking we could get away with that in the optometrist, but not many other places, so better they think you?re younger when we get that done. Fifth grade is honestly really about the limit." "Wait you mean I?m dressed as a fifth grader so no one will notice that I haven?t pierced them, or I have to get them done if I don?t want to dress like one?" said Craig, trying to rationalize her thinking. "Neither," said his sister, hugging him and sliding her hand down his braid. "And it?ll be fine." "Really?" said Craig as she took his hand and they started walking. "But then that makes no sense?" "Well it only does if you weren?t getting them done, but you are," said his sister. "Claire?s is right there?" "I can?t get my ears pierced?" Craig pulled his hand away. "You think mom won?t see the holes after you take them out?" "Oh there won?t be any holes, because you?re not taking them out and mom knows you?re getting them today," said his sister, spinning around her phone. "She was letting you since last year when you chickened out and she already texted me to call her right after I got you do it. Of course she doesn?t know her little girl is getting them, but she?s cool that you are." "Holy shit!" gulped Craig, seeing the text. "No way! I?m still chickening out!" "Yeah you?re not, unless want me to text mom a picture of you in a pretty bow instead of just a stud in your earlobes," said his sister, folding her arms. "But you make the choice, because I?ve been going out of my way to help you and all I asked for was a little trust, plus some cooperation. You know you want them?" "Oh gawdddd," Craig said. "I think this is all getting out of control, Tara. You want me to walk in there as a little girl and get my ears pierced like it?s nothing." "But sneaking around in my clothes wasn?t?" said his sister. "So that was perfectly fine and that is what little girls do, sis?" "Please tell me you?re sure about this?" said Craig, looking down at himself. The exchange of the skirt made a huge difference, as instead of a blazer and skirt, the blue, grey and white plaid romper instantly delivered a more juvenile look. With his white skirt blouse mostly concealed now inside the romper, and its collar buttoned up with a plaid cross tie inside his rounded edges, a much younger looking version of Ariana had been thrust onto the scene. With no change to his face or braids, she still looked the same atop yet a big navy bow sitting atop his swinging pony sealed the deal. He?d not only allowed his sister to dress him like a school girl, but now one to appear much younger as he stood as scared as ever. "That you?re adorable in my uniform, and look like every other fifth grade brat," smiled Tara. "Yeah I?m sure! Now are you?re excited or what, little sis?" "If by excited in fifth grade means petrified," replied Craig, walking up taking her hand. "But can this please be quick and we can then go try on costumes?" "No, it still means excited and just trust me," laughed his sister as they began walking again. "I remember feeling so pretty the day I had mine done, and it?ll make you feel even more comfortable when you try on stuff later." He was trembling as they walked into Claire?s and then they browsed through all types of jewelry and accessories as they waited their turn. His sister asked him like a thousand questions about earrings he liked or didn?t like as she held up different things, getting a feel for his taste. It was just as educational for him, as on and off went bracelets and bows as they played around like sisters would as she purposely calmed him down by keeping him occupied. In the end once his turn came he was just another young girl in the chair with butterflies in her stomach. When the girl put on her gloves and they were marking his ears, he closed his eyes, unable to watch. Every little touch they prepared felt like a jolt as he cringed in anticipation, and seconds he had to wait for them to begin felt like years. Through each lobe though quickly went the stainless post and then when they tapped him to open his eyes, he was staring at his face flanked by two large round studs. It was all he could do to hold back tears of joy as he tried to just breathe and not pass out. "I think you made a nice choice, Ariana," said the girl that had pierced them, inspecting them and then off came the gloves. "I?ll give her a second while I ring you up, ok?" "Sure," said his sister, winking at him. Back and forth he twisted his neck, staring at the glimmer that emitted from his lobes, watching his braid flip from shoulder to shoulder. He reached up, feeling the post behind his left ear before stroking his hair and touching his bow, still not believing he?d done this. These would be no different than a lot of boys that wore studs he thought, yet they just seemed to feminize his appearance even further. Trying on clothes at home was one thing, but this made him feel so different as he stared at himself, relaxed for just a moment as a little girl. "I guess you understand why I put your hair up now," said his sister, pointing to her brain. "Method to my madness, sis! Ready to go? Or did you want me to ask mom if you could do a second hole, because you realize we?re not their only customers? right?" "Are you trying to kill me?" said Craig, grabbing his chest andpractically leaping from the chair as he saw the next little girl patiently waiting. "No, I?m trying to keep a schedule and get you to the costume store next," said his sister with her hand out. "More time you stare at how pretty you are, the less time to try on stuff?" She knew that would make him move as he was more excited than ever now, hurrying towards her and taking her hand. He?d dreamed of trying on some of the costumes he?d always known he couldn?, yet now he could barely feel his feet touch the floor as they walked out of Claire?s. At the other end of the plaza, Party City's multi colored sign shined out like a beacon calling to him, as for the first time since she dressed him, he was in a hurry to get somewhere. He was like a dog feeling his mouth watering as the store grew closer, hypnotized by the big posters in the window of superheroes and witches. When the door swung open, he was dragging her instead of the other way around as they made their way up to the big wall in the back, instantly eyeing up his options. "Ok easy little sis?" Tara laughed as finally they were stopped as he was staring up and down. "Guess I don?t have to ask you if you?re excited this time?" "Ahh...no," Craig never lifted his eyes from the wall. "Then I?m so happy for you, sweetie," said his sister, feeling good inside for him, rubbing his back as they started at the daunting wall of options. "So what do you want to try on?" "Like almost everything?" smirked Craig as his eyes were rapidly moving, studying everything. "Ok, dumb question," giggled Tara. "I meant like first, and calm your jets a little." "I know, but you asked so I answered," smiled Craig. "I?m thinking maybe I could start with that witch with the fish nets or wait... how about the Pirate girl? Jackie Lamonica was a pirate like that last year and looked freaking...." "Looked a bit too sexy for her age, and that?s too old for a fifth grader to try on, so watch your tongue, sis." His sister covered his mouth and then crouched down, looking into his eyes. "Jackie Lamonica was in eighth grade then and is in high school now. You little sis need to remember what people are seeing when they walk by us or when we ask to try things on. I?ll let you try on anything you want, but now dressed like this, isn?t the time as a few things up there would draw attention we don?t want. You got me?" "Sorry," nodded Craig. "So what should I pick from?" "Well let?s walk to the middle," said Tara, looking and walking him to the middle of all the aisle. "We can eliminate all the little kid stuff way down on the left,and then let?s not pick from the sexy teen or adult stuff for now." "Ok I guess," sighed Craig, still staring at the pirate girl. "You guess?" smiled Tara. "Five minutes ago you were trying on half the store, and now you?re picky. Now just make a selection, because you don?t have the boobs for some of that anyway, but if you still want to try on a few things a bit sexier I guess we?ll figure it out eventually." "Thank you," said Craig, giving her a hug. "That would be so cool!" "So would seeing you as a princess?" nudged his sister, pointing to a costume. "How about trying on Ariel, or maybe Cinderella?" "Really?" Craig asked, a little surprised by her pick. "Oh please, you mean my little princess has never wanted to be one?" said his sister. "AS IF girl?" "Well maybe?" said Craig, turning beet red. "But not in eighth grade, and I?m thinking I?d like to try bat girl if you don?t have a problem with that." "Cool," said his sister, signaling the worker. "Could she try Number 307 Batgirl in a kids large and 221 Cinderella in the same size, please?" "Sure," said the teen, ordering them in his head set. "They?ll be out in a few minutes. Princess Accessories are in the back of aisle 8, and superhero in 7 if you want to try on everything together." "Thanks," Tara looked down on him. "You wait here for the costumes to come out, and I?ll get the add ons so we can get the full feel, ok?" "Aahhhuughhh," Gasped Craig. It was actually happening he thought, as he stood with a few other kids waiting for costumes from the back room. For the last few years, he could only glance up and stare at stuff he would have loved to try on, yet knew that wasn?t possible as he shopped with his mother. Not that he wasn?t happy to fantasize about being iron man for the day or a cowboy, but instead today be didn?t have to settle for boys stuff, as minutes later he was being handed obvious girl?s packaging. His short pink nails sliding through the plastic handle were enough to send a shiver down his spine before he even made his way to the dressing area, and then his sister returned with a plastic basket full of accessories as he looked up at her, dying inside. "Ok go try on whatever one you want first, and then I?ll help you with the other stuff when you come out ok?" said Tara, seeing his fright. "You sure?" gulped Craig. "I?m not sure I can?" "Stop, you?re being silly and you can do the rest no problem," said his sister, spinning him and undoing the button and then patting him on the butt. "Come on before someone else beats you to one of the dressing rooms, and don?t dilly dally." He was trembling as he pulled the curtain closed and slipped off the romper. Once he took off his shirt, just that fast the minor security of his uniform was gone, and goose bumps sprung everywhere as he kicked off his shoes. He took the bat girl costume from its packaging, standing there only in his tights and bra and could barely control his trembling as he stretched open the costume, ready to step inside it. He was instantly living a dream, pointing his left toe inside the left leg hole and then in went the right as the stretchy fabric felt so different than anything he?d ever been in before, sliding up his body. In reality it wasn?t though once he pulled it up past his waistline, as he placed his arms in the costume and then he was in just another stretchy costume. He took a minute to straighten the fabric on his left wrist and then his right as it felt a little twisted, just like his Spiderman costume did last year. He looked down now, stepping into the booties and then staring at the sewn on bat skirt that flared at his waist, barely able to keep his nerves in check as these were certainly not his "spidey" senses that were tingling. As much as it felt like a Spiderman costume, it was instead a bat girl leotard, as his fingers shivered tying the cape around his neck. There would be no boy?s superhero costume that would have such an adorable headpiece with pointy bat ears that he slipped on next, and then looking in the little eye slots in the mask would send his nerves into orbit. He looked down at himself and as scared as he was, dying to run out to see himself. His sister though this time would be outside waiting. He?d dressed himself as a girl in a public place and in a costume store which only seemed like it would ever be a dream. He was batgirl, and once he worked up the nerve to bend his knees, the fem caped crusader pulled open the curtain and wandered out like the half dozen other kids trying on costumes, anxious to see his reflection and hopefully garner some compliments. "Oh that fits really well," said his sister, patiently waiting and looking him up and down. "How does it feel, sis?" "Ok?" said Craig, walking up to the mirror, twisting himself arounnd and looking. "I guess." "Just ok?" laughed Tara, tugging at the costume and then wrapping a belt on it. "It?s cute on you. Needs a little accessorizing with the belt, the bat gloves and different colored tights, but I?d say it?s definitely an option if you like how it looks on you." "I do," said Craig as she was helping him on with his gloves. "Thank you so much. I still just can?t believe I?m standing here as Batgirl." "Well you are, but I?m pretty sure that?s not the right hairdo to have under this headpiece, and she?s a bit too tough for a bow on her braid," teased his sister, sliding the head piece off that was pushed up too high and then sliding the bow off his French braid. "Oooppss? I think I was just too nervous to even notice that," smiled Craig, reaching up and sliding his gloved hand down his braid. "But not too nervous to try on more costumes, right?" His sister put it back on him. "I?m betting even as much as you love this that we?re far from done here?" "Yeah? Not exactly," smiled Craig, folding his hands. "You know I want to try on a lot more like we talked about?" "Yeah I know, and you will," replied his sister, stepping back and holding up her phone. "Hand on your hips and we?ll take some pics of stuff you like, in case later you want to look back on them." "Cooooolll," sighed Craig, in heaven and smiling. "So then I?ll go change into what you picked for me and we can pick a few more things after that, right?" "Well yeah, and I already asked them to bring a few other things I thought you might like," Tara tenderly patted him and helped him off with the gloves. "So go run back there Batgirl and change, because as much as I like superheroes, I?m thinking they?re still a bit boyish and that wasn?t exactly what I was thought today was about?" "Wow?" Craig sighed as she took off his belt. "You really think I can pull off dressing like a princess?" "Well let?s get this braid out of the way for now, and we?re about to find out?" said Tara, now go into your dressing room, there is a surprise, instead of the cheaper one in the bag when you get there?" "Oh boy?" sighed Craig, standing still as she pinned up his braid until she was finished. "Not today, so enjoy it while you can, sis," winked Tara. "Now same deal, just get it on and I?ll do the rest when you come out." Off he went into the changing room he went before stopping dead in his tracks as he pulled open the curtain. "Whoaaaaaaaaaa?" Craig was not expecting what hung from a hanger on the wall. He touched it, feeling the soft material astounded by its shine and its grandeur. He wanted to rip off his costume immediately, dying to know what it might feel like to be in something so exquisite before he leaned back on the wall, taking a few breaths to calm himself down. Playing around in his sister?s clothes, he never dreamt of wanting to wear anything like this, yet somehow it was bringing out the little girl in him that he may have never realized was there. He stripped down from the Batgirl costume before carefully folding it and placing it back into a bag and then there would be no fiddling with stretchy leotards this time as he took the dress from its hanger. When he unzipped the back and stepped in, it was like stepping inside a time warp, as he felt so young and delicate inside this sea or crinoline. Inside the straps went his arms as he pulled up the bodice before reaching back, struggling with the zipper. A few moments of panic were calmed by him getting it zipped half way, and realizing it was snug enough not to fall down. He looked down at himself engulfed in shine and shimmer, dying to see the effect and then picked up the edge so he wouldn?t trip, scurrying out to his sister. "Easy!" giggled Tara, pushing her hands down in a calming motion and hurrying over to him. "I guess I should have told you to walk on your tippy toes, or send in the shoes." "I didn?t know, and I need help in the back," said Craig as she walked up to him and he turned, allowing her to zip the back. "It?s ok! Hold my shoulder and just stay still, ok?" His sister bent down and reached under the big skirt. "You just never know with the lengths of these costumes, but with just a kitten heel they make for it, you?ll be fine. Really, these shoes are just cheap plastic crap, but they?ll do the trick for now. Just no sudden movements and you?ll handle them, but if we did buy a costume like this, I?ll get you something better." "You really think I should buy this?" sighed Craig as she stood up and began rolling a glove up his arm. "Where could I ever go in this?" "On a date with a prince?" joked his sister, putting on the other glove. "I?m sure I could find a few for you." "Not funny," said Craig as she snugged the gloves up, pressing her fingers between his and pulling them past his elbows. "But can I see myself now?" "Oh I thought you seemed like you weren?t interested in it?" said his sister with a smirk on her face. "So sure, if you let me finish?" "I?m sorry," Craig replied. "Please do. It?s just overwhelming." "I bet," said Tara, looping a necklace on him. "And I know it may be a bit of a stretch and not exactly what we came here for, but I figured just having something like this on for even a few minutes would be worth it." "Oh my gawwwdddd yes," said Craig, looking at her appreciatively. "But do I actually look like a princess?" "Well just about," said his sister, taking a wig from a bag and putting it atop his head. "And I would have loved to do your hair and makeup at home for the full experience, but I?m thinking the wig should be enough to do the trick for now. One second, then you can go see and you tell me, Princess Ariana?" Craig was pins and needles as his sister brushed the wig atop his head before tugging it exactly where she wanted it and then opened her purse. He watched her toss her brush inside yet, never expected her to exchange it for a tube of lipstick, pulling off the cap. One little twist of her fingers was all it took as he was captivated, watching the pink color stick swirl upwards. He almost couldn't breathe as she lifted his chin and swished it across his lips then just that fast it was like the pixie dust had transformed him. He was Cinderella. "Now go see and walk slowly in those shoes, sis," said his sister with a soft smile. The plastic shoes felt very uncomfortable and a bit slippery as he gingerly took his first step, hearing a plastic click on the polished vinyl tile. It was weird not seeing his feet, yet he no longer had to hold up the dress as it wavered but held its big shape, barely scraping the floor at times. Never had he walked so slowly, as the fifteen foot walk felt like a mile but then there he was staring at himself in the immense ballroom type dress. Atop his head, the blonde updo wig with its shiny satin blue headband looked like a halo, and his teeth sparkled inside their now watermelon pink frames. He stared at himself, astonished at what a quick change into a costume like this could do to his mindset, as there really was something magical to the dress. He?d never before felt so delicate and pretty, as it was like his fairy godmother had waved her wand, delivering this precious princess he couldn?t believe he?d almost instantaneously become. Elbow length blue gloves matched the huge sparkly tired gown, as he was enthralled with his shape and its waver. The iconic blue dress featured short puffed sleeves with elastic cuffs, and its slim bodice glistened with gold accents, pinching in as it was the only part of the dress made from a spandex poly-blend. Glittering tulle overlays at the hips, sleeves and bodice inset cemented the classic delicacate look atop the lovely light blue base, and a single pendant with a picture of the cartooned Cinderella sat atop his chest. It was one of those moments little girls have when she feels special and beautiful, except he was of course no little girl. For a second though it was almost like he forgot that he wasn?t as he twisted, feeling so warm inside, patting his hairdo gently like it was his own, unable to halt his smile. He slid his hands across his ball skirt and then found their way to his hips, as there would be nothing to distract him from soaking in his shining moment as a princess. "So not exactly how you feel at home in my laundry is it?" teased his sister. "Oh sorry," said Craig, shaking himself awake from his daze. "What? I mean sure I can help if you want, but I really don?t know how to do laundry." "Yeah, not what I was asking?" His sister gave him a little hug from behind. "Now just pose and let?s snap a few shots before we try on the next outfit." "Sure," smiled Craig, looking around, realizing the place was getting much more crowded now but almost not caring as he smiled even more, not wanting to have anything interrupt his moment. "So I?m thinking you must feel as pretty as you look?" his sister asked and then her phone rang. "Oh shit, hold that answer. It?s mom." "Ok," nodded Craig, standing quietly. "Should I just go change?" "Oh hey mom," said Tara, looking at him and holding up one finger to wait. "Yup, we are trying on stuff right now." "Ok," Whispered Craig nervously, not wanting to talk to her like this. "Mom says she loved your earrings," Tara said before covering the phone. "Just say hi and thanks." "Like this?" gulped Craig as she handed him the phone. "Hi mom." "Hey sweetie," said his mother. "How?s it going?" "Just act natural, silly," Whispered his sister as he listened to his mother question him. "Uuumm good," said Craig, not believing he was standing there talking to her like this. "So are you feeling really cool today after finally getting your ears pierced," asked his mother. "I bet it was a nice surprise." "Well yeah," said Craig, swinging his dress. "Big sis is pretty good at the surprise stuff." "Well I can?t wait to really see them when I get home," said his mother. "I bet they look adorable on you." "Uumm sure, but don?t rush mom," said Craig, extending his hand and looking at his glove. "Have fun with Kristie and I?m fine with Tara." "I know, but I bet the girls will love them on you when they see you," teased his mother. "Some nice studs on my little stud." "I?m not so sure about the second part, but sure, girls do love earrings," said Craig, enjoying their glimmer in the reflection. "That I know. So can I go now please?" "Fine, I know you?re busy, but just expected you to be more excited, and usually you?re worse than a girl on the phone," laughed his mother. "But I guess not today?" "Really, mom?" said Craig, rolling his eyes. "I?m excited? Trust me, very very excited! You happy now?" "In fact yes, and watch the attitude please," His mother scolded him mildly. "Sorry," said Craig, feeling bad. "It?s fine," said his mother. "Just behave for your sister, and do what she asks, please." "I have been," smiled Craig, twisting around and looking at himself again. "You can ask her, and she?ll tell you." "Don?t worry, I will," laughed his mother. "Love you sweetie." "Love you too, mom," Craig replied, half embarrassed. "That?s better," said his mother. "So just remember what I said, and go back to whatever you were doing?" "Hey? Chatterbox," said his sister, nudging at him as the guy came out with a few other costumes, handing them to Tara. "Thanks, and she?s been awesome," said Craig, listening and answering as his eyes lit up as his sister was handing him 2 new bags with costumes in them. "And uuuumm I?m just going back to trying on stuff. I like a lot of stuff! Gotta go mom. It?s really busy here, and I have more stuff to try on." "Happy now you talked to your little darling?" joked Tara, getting back her phone and turning him, unzipping the back of the costume and then whispering to him before he left. "One sec. You can?t get lipstick on costumes when you change." "Yes I?m happy," their mother laughed as Tara pulled a wipe from her pocketbook. "I?m just always worried when I?m away what he?s up to, and sometimes he doesn?t sound like himself." "Trust me, the kid?s fine," said Tara, putting her finger over her mouth and shushing him as she took a wipe, sliding it across his lips. "Don?t forget the purple bat girl. I want to try that version too, and whatever else," whispered Craig, tugging her sleeve. "Number 297." "Ok," nodded Tara, shooing him away and then continuing with her mother on the phone. "Right now your child is just a bit anxious?" " He always is, trying on costumes," laughed their mother as Craig ran off to change now. "The kid loves Halloween and to dress up." "You?re not kidding about that! One sec, mom?" Tara grabbed the worker before he left. "Excuse me Number 297 the bat in a kid's large, and 422 as well please." "So batman maybe this year?" asked their mother, sounding disappointed. "Well I don?t know, but looks to me like something in tights I need to help him with," joked Tara. "So I can?t talk long mom, because he?ll need help again soon." "I bet," her mother replied. "Then I won?t keep you since I'd rather he not rip them before we even buy them, but try to steer him more towards something where we can do some cool makeup, like a ghoul or a monster. He loved it when I painted his face that time, and I think he?d like that more than just some stupid Marvel crap again." "Will do what I can on that mom, and I told him we could experiment with some face painting if he?d let me, so we?ll see how cooperative the little brat is this weekend," said Tara. "Now let me go, because I expect the little darling back out of the dressing room any second now." "Ok, have fun," said their mother. "And make him pick something cute." "Talk to you tomorrow," said Tara. "And from what I?ve seen so far, I?m thinking that shouldn?t be a problem."