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Becoming Freya.
I paused at the door to my older sister's room, aware of the gravity of
what I was about to suggest to her, of what it might lead to, but I had
to ask her. I knocked on the door.
"Come in Michael," I heard over the soft music coming from her stereo. I
opened the door and walked in, suddenly feeling horribly self conscious
and ashamed.
"Hi Kelly," I said, trying to force some cheer into my voice and, I
suspect, failing miserably. Kelly looked up from her bed where she was
sat up reading a magazine. At eighteen, she was three years older than
me, but she was very slightly built. She had inherited Dad's figure. I
took after our mother. I was tall for my age, easily the tallest boy in
my class but though the other boys had broken voices, hairy legs and
bragged about their 'equipment', I was still awaiting puberty. If I had
not been so good on the athletics track, I would have been teased but two
of the older boys in my class looked out for me and made sure that anyone
bullying me would have had the flesh torn from their hides. Despite the
three years difference in our ages, we looked alike, my sister and I,
often in our youth being mistaken for twins. Kelly was also different
from other big sisters. While my friends sisters treated their siblings
as annoyances to be loathed or tolerated, Kelly was a friend. Which made
what I was about to ask, a lot easier, a whole lot easier. I stood in her
room and cleared my throat, Kelly looking up at me expectantly.
"What do you want squirt?" she asked playfully, tossing her magazine to
the floor.
"I, err, that is... I have a favour to ask you... err..."
Kerry rolled her eyes and laid back against the pillows.
"Come on what is it? Out with it, I've got the rest of my life to live in
a few minutes."
Right. This is it, I thought. I am going to ask her. I have been wanting
to do this for the last two years and it was now or never. I took a deep
breath. I closed my eyes.
"I want to try some of your clothes on," I said, the words tumbling from
my lips without my thinking about them, though I had rehearsed them many
times in my head. In those imagined rehearsals the scenario had played
out in one of two ways. Kelly would laugh at me and then throw me out her
room. Or, she would shout and get angry and throw things at me. And then
throw me out of her room. Instead, she sat up and nodded.
"Okay. What do you want to wear?" she asked, as if it was the most normal
thing in the world.
"Err, I don't know. Err... you decide?"
"Okay," Kelly said. She got up from her bed and walked over to the two
massive wardrobes that took most of the space her bedroom had, and
Kelly's bedroom was big. She looked at the clothes in the first one and
then looked at the clothes in the second one, as if deciding which outfit
would best suit me, her younger brother. Then she looked at me, her eyes
scanning me up and down as if mentally measuring me. Then she smiled at
me.
"Would you like to wear a bra and panties?"
"Yes please."
She nodded and turned to her chest of drawers, opening the top drawer.
She rummaged around in the drawer for a moment and then withdrew a white
bra and matching panty set. She threw them to me and then threw me her
silk night robe, hung up by the bed.
"Here, go back to your room and put these on. Then come back. Okay?"
"Okay," I said. I left the room in a bit of a daze and found myself
standing in my room, holding up the underwear, examining it. This was it.
I had been dreaming about this for the last two years, wondering what it
would be like to be completely dressed as a girl and now about to find
out. I quickly undressed and was soon naked in my bedroom. I slipped on
the panties, pulling them up around my hairless legs. The sensation was
exquisite. These were silk panties and the feeling of the material
against my smooth legs was indescribable. They were so much softer than
my male rough boxers. I arranged my member between my legs and smoothed
the front out. There was no hint of a bulge which was odd. In all the
times I had thought about this, my penis had sprang to attention and
though my one and only girlfriend had assured me it was normal sized, I
was worried that it might be a tad too small. Now it was as if it were
not there, had never been there in fact. I adjusted the panties until
they were a comfortable fit. And they were comfortable, very comfy
indeed. I then hooked the bra around my waist back to front, as I had
seen Kelly do on numerous occasions and then twisted it around. I then
pulled it up and slipped the straps over my shoulders. I looked at myself
in the little mirror set in my wardrobe. I had expected to look silly, to
look truly ridiculous in fact. What I saw was a young girl, a little
masculine around the face, even with the long hair that grew in a pony
tail. I grew a little more confident at the sight of this girl in her
underwear, knowing that it was in fact myself. I pulled the night robe
on, the soft material sighing around my body as it slipped on. I tied the
cord and noticed that it was short, way too short. Any bending in this
and someone would see my panties. I headed back to Kelly's room, my heart
beating in my chest like a runaway steam engine. I knocked on her door
again.
"That was quick," Kelly's voice floated through. Then the door opened and
I was ushered in. I stood in Kerry's room again, this time in her
underwear and silk night robe, feeling flushed and hot. Kerry had taken
several items from the wardrobes in my absence and they were now scatted
around the room in various piles and combinations. Now I knew why it took
her so long to get dressed. She had so many clothes and in so many
different combinations that the choice really was mind boggling. Kerry
looked at me, scanning me again.
"Hmm. Take that robe off now," she said and I undid the belt and let it
fall from my frame. I handed it to her and she took it, never once taking
her eyes off me. Then she walked around me, looking me over again. Then
she stood in front of me.
"You look good," she said. I smiled at her a little self consciously.
"Really?"
"Really, that stuff suits you. It looks better on you than it does on me
you bitch!" she snarled, the anger of her words softened by the soft
smile that played around the edges of her grimace. Then she smiled
properly.
"There's just one thing missing," she said. She took a box from her bed
and looked up at me as if debating whether or not to show me the
contents. And then she shrugged and opened the box.
"If you tell anyone about these, I will string you up by your gonads. Do
you understand?"
"Yes," I said. I knew when she was being serious and Kelly was a not a
girl you crossed lightly. She lifted two round jelly like things from the
box and held them in the palms of her hands.
"These are breast forms," she explained. Then she stuck her own chest
out, a not inconsiderable chest at that, "These didn't grow properly
until... two years ago? Up till then I was only an a cup and now, I'm a
almost a d."
"But you've had breasts since you were thirteen," I said, a little
dumbfounded. Kelly grinned mischievously. She held up the two forms.
"No, I've had these since I was thirteen. Mum bought them for me. Now you
can have them."
She inserted the forms into the cups of the bra and I felt the clammy
material resting against my own flesh and pulling on the bra in new ways.
"I always wanted to pass them on, I never thought I'd be passing them on
to my brother."
She adjusted the bra until it was a good fit and the breast forms were
properly supported. I walked over to the mirror to examine my new chest.
Kelly is right, I thought, I do look good. Kelly was smiling at me.
"Do you want to go a little further?" she asked. I looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
She gestured at her vanity table.
"Would you like me to do your hair and make up?"
"Err, I... yes please."
"Then sit down."
I sat at the vanity table and Kelly threw a black PVC cape around my
shoulders, which she secured at the back. Then,with a wicked grin that
unnerved me slightly, she took a soft cover from her bed, the old blanket
that had once adorned her cot and which she still kept for sentimental
reasons. She walked up to her vanity and threw the cover over the mirror,
obscuring it completely.
"I don't want you seeing yourself until I'm done with you," she said. I
shivered.
"Don't worry little sister, I'm not going to hurt you," she said turning
the chair so that I was sat facing her away from the covered mirror,
"Now, let me have a good look at you," Kelly must have spent at least a
minute examining my face until she seemed satisfied with what she was
planning. Then she took several pots, brushes, tubes and compacts from
the large collection on her drawer and set to work. For the next thirty
minutes, she painted, brushed, plucked and tweezed my face, at each step
from the foundation to the lip gloss, explaining what she was doing so
that the next time, I could do it myself. I found my heart beating at
this, would there be a next time? Then she went to work on my hair,
brushing it out of it's pony tail and pulling and brushing around my face
and neck, applying moose and hairspray and styling it gently. Then she
removed the cape and brushed my hair around my shoulders.
"Nearly done now. Would you like some nails?"
"Might as well," I said.
"Hold out your hands."
I held out my hands and Kelly attached fake fingernails to the tips which
she then shaped and painted in fire engine red. She looked down at my
toes and then shrugged. After a few more minutes I had fire engine red
toenails too.
"Right then," Kelly said sitting down on the bed, "While we wait for that
to dry, you can tell me why you wanted to wear my clothes."
"Oh, it was an article in a magazine a couple of years ago. It was about
this man who wore women's clothes, he said he was a crossdresser and that
he enjoyed it and I remember thinking at the time, I'd like to try it
too. I didn't, but it's a feeling that's been building up inside me. I
wanted to do it so desperately but I didn't want to come in here, rifling
through your clothes and lingerie without your permission, so I asked
you."
Kelly looked quizzical.
"You've never worn any of this stuff before?" she asked.
"No, of course not."
Kelly looked dubious for a moment and then she shrugged. One of my better
qualities is an inability to lie, even when lying would save me from
trouble, I just cannot do it. Kelly smiled and stood up, walking over to
her chest of drawers.
"So, you've never worn a pair of tights before?"
"I've worn leggings, for athletics."
"Not the same. Similar, but not the same, believe me. Sit on the bed."
I rose and walked over to her bed, sitting down on it, wondering what was
coming next. Kelly held up a pair of tights to the light, examining the
pattern. She seemed satisfied and approached me, rolling one of the legs
up over her fist.
"Hold out your right leg, and just relax, you're too tense."
"Sorry," I said and forced myself to calm down. Kelly rolled the right
leg of the tights up my leg and smoothed it out over the knee. Then, with
out being prompted I lifted the left leg and she did the same again.
"Right. You can pull them up the rest of the way yourself, only be
careful, you don't want to put a run in the tights."
"What happens if I do?"
"I rip your eyeballs out," Kelly said, her voice harsh, her face a mask
of rage and indignation. Then she smiled, "Only joking Sis, we get a new
pair. Only please be careful with those, they are my favourite," She
stood and walked to the wardrobe where she stood rifling through the
clothes. I shrugged and wriggled my way into the tights, until they were
pulled up all the way, the waistband sitting snugly against my tummy,
just above the panties. Kelly looked at me.
"Excellent. Right then, I think a skirt and top would... aha! Try this
on."
She handed a pink denim skirt with a ra-ra style hemline and a white lace
band around the waist. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up,
fastening it around my waist and adjusting it until it hung just right.
Kelly watched me and frowned.
"Are you sure you've not done this before."
"Positive," I said, "This is all new to me. I've... thought about it and
dreamed of it, but I've never done it."
Kelly seemed satisfied with my answer and dived into the wardrobe again.
She brought out a white top with holes where the shoulders should be and
handed it to me. I held it for a moment and then put it on. It slid over
my head and snuggled against my chest and torso as I threaded my arms
through the puff sleeves. Then I pulled it down. It was short, exposing
about an inch of tummy.
"It's a bit short."
"It's a crop top, you idiot, it's supposed to be short!" Kelly said,
looking at me with a critical eye.
"I was right, you look way too good. You're jail bait girl!"
I smiled and looked down at myself. The skirt and top were just right and
my legs poked out from under the hem.
"Right then, shoes," said Kelly. She knelt down and started rummaging
around in the bottom of her wardrobe, "You are a size seven, yeah?"
"Yep."
"Good."
From the base of her wardrobe, she produced a pair of high heeled
sandals, a pair of black knee high boots and a pair of pink and white
trainers. She lined them up and smiled up at me.
"Which would Madam like to try?" she asked.
"All of them?"
"Very good," Kelly said and we spent the next ten minutes trying on all
three pairs. The sandals were a little tight and walking on the hell was
uncomfortable so we forgot those. The trainers were the right size but
they looked wrong on the end of my legs, as if the feet and the legs
belonged to two completely different people. We settled on the boots.
Though they had a heel, they were comfortable and fit me perfectly. Kelly
took my hands and stood me up.
"Do you want to see yourself?"
"Absolutely."
"Come on then."
Taking me by the hand she led me over to the taller of the two wardrobes
which had mirrored doors which, while open, had been facing away from me.
She stood me in front of the wardrobe and then after a pause, she swung
the door shut. There was a long pause.
"Oh. My. God," I said.
"I told you, you look better in that stuff than I do."
Standing before me was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her long
blond hair was styled around her face and hung just below her shoulders
in soft golden waves. Her face was expertly made up and understated, she
was a classical beauty. The skirt and top hugged her curves perfectly
from her wide hips to her bust. Except it was not a she, it was me. I
looked like a sixteen year old girl on her way out to a party. I struck a
pose and my sister laughed. I threw her a nasty look and she shrugged.
"I don't mean to be nasty," she said, "I'm sorry I laughed. It's just you
look like me, the way I looked when I was your age. Tell you what, go
downstairs and practice walking about. Fix us a drink and let me get
changed. I'll join you in a bit."
"Okay," I said. I left her room and walked downstairs, stumbling a little
on the stairs in the heels but I soon got the hang of walking around the
room and was soon pottering around with ease. I went into the kitchen and
prepared two cups of coffee, aware all the time of the way I was dressed
and the way I looked. What would happen if someone came past the kitchen
window? Would they think I was Kelly? I sighed deeply. I had to take
another look at myself so I walked into the hallway where a large mirror
stood just by the door. As I stood there, turning this way and that,
drinking in the image and the emotion, Kelly joined me. She had changed
into a leather mini skirt with black tights and a t-shirt with the word
Angel picked out in sequins across her chest. She too wore knee length
boots and she had done her own hair and make up to match mine.
"Wow," I said, "You've pulled out all the stops."
"Well, I didn't want to be upstaged by my little brother," she said. She
put her hands on my shoulders and stood behind me.
"So, how does it feel to look like a girl?"
"It feels brilliant. I feel... I feel different, but the same, all at
once. Does that make sense?"
"No, not really. Not to me anyway."
"Thank you," I said.
"What for?"
"For the transformation, it's brilliant."
She shrugged.
"Oh it's nothing. You were good enough to ask so I thought it fair to
help you out. Now, how about a name?"
"I've got a name, Michael," I said. She frowned at me.
"No silly, you need a girls name, like Michelle, Michaela?"
I thought about it.
"I like Chelle."
My sister frowned and then shook her head.
"No, that doesn't suit you. Oh well, let's worry about it later."
She stood at my side and put her arm around my waist. I put my arm around
her waist and we stood there, admiring ourselves and the image we could
see.
"So little sister, would you like to do this again?"
"Oh yes, absolutely."
"Would you like to go out like that?"
"Err, I'm not sure."
Then another voice spoke.
"Would either of you like to give me an explanation?"
We spun round. I don't know about Kerry, but my heart was in my mouth,
hammering against my Adam's apple and my self esteem plummeted to my toes
and leaked away through the heels of my boots. Mum was stood in the
kitchen doorway, staring at us, her arms folded across her chest, her
mouth a thin line. Kerry broke the stony silence.
"Mum, this is all my fault. I dressed Michael up..."
"No, I asked her to," I interrupted. If we were in trouble and it looked
like we were, I wanted to take responsibility, "I've been wanting to
dress up for about..."
"Enough!" Mum shouted. Throwing her hands up. We fell silent and Mum put
her hands on her cheeks and looked at us. Then she folded her hands in
front of her.
"Kelly, I want you to go upstairs to your room. Right now."
"But I haven't done anything wrong," Kelly protested.
"I'm not saying you have, but I want to talk to you alone about... about
this."
Kerry started up the stairs. Halfway, she looked back at me, mouthing the
words 'good luck'.
"Michael, go into the kitchen and make me a cup of coffee please."
"Don't you want to get changed first?"
Mum looked quizzically at me.
"Do you want to?"
"No."
"Then, go into the kitchen and make me a cup of coffee please."
She headed upstairs and was soon in my sisters room. I listened at the
foot of the stairs for the round of arguments and name calling that
typically ensued when my sister was being told off. There was nothing but
muted conversation. I went into the kitchen and prepared another cup of
coffee. As I made them, I suddenly became aware of the position I was in.
A fifteen year old boy dolled up to look like a sixteen year old girl. I
was suddenly ashamed of myself, disgusted with the way I looked. I sat at
the kitchen table and sipped my coffee. After a few minutes, Mum came
back in. She walked over to the window and picked up her coffee, drinking
it as she stared out of the window. Then she turned and sat at the table
opposite me. She looked at me and there was a soft smile on her face.
"So, why are you dressed in your sisters clothes and wearing her make
up?"
So I told her. I told her about the magazine article I had read and how I
had wondered what it would be like to dress completely as a girl. How the
curiosity had grown in me until I had gone into my sisters room and asked
if I could try on some of her clothes. How Kelly had readily agreed and
how she had made up my face and then dressed me. Mum listened
respectfully, nodding from time to time and throwing in the odd remark
like, 'I see' and 'yes of course'. Then, when I had finished, she sat
back and smiled at me.
"I'm going to ask you some questions and I want some honest answers."
"Okay," I replied.
"First of all, are you gay?"
"No. At least I don't think I'm gay. I still fancy girls."
"Okay. Are you a transsexual?"
I blinked at her.
"Do you want to be a girl? Do you think that you are a girl really?"
"No, not at all. I... I just wanted to dress up as one and now I've done
it... I like it."
Mum nodded.
"So, would you be wanting to dress up again?"
That was the killer question. I shrugged as I thought about it.
"Well, I like that way I'm dressed and the way I feel and the way I look
now... yes. I'd like to do it again."
"I see. And what about your friends? Would you like them to know?"
I thought of the few friends I had. I could tell Colin... no, he would
freak out. Sam? He'd probably be okay... I shrugged as I thought through
all my friends.
"Not yet no. I'd like a bit more practice before anyone else sees me."
"Okay. Finally, would you go out dressed like that?"
"What? In public?"
I had not thought of that. What if someone noticed I was a boy and
started laughing at me? At best it would be public humiliation. At worst,
I could get beaten up. Then something awoke inside of me, a sense of
spirit, of determination. Why shouldn't I go out as a girl? I looked
good, I looked natural. I would pass, I was certain of it. And if I was
in the company of others... I grinned at my Mum.
"I'd like to try it," I said. Mum smiled at me as she finished her
coffee.
"So, you think you're a crossdresser do you?"
I nodded.
"Reading that article made me wonder what it would be like and wondering
what it would be like made me want to try it. And now that I've tried it,
I like it."
"And, how common do you think it is?"
"Not very. I don't know exactly how many men do this but, it can't be
many."
Mum sat back with a smile on her face.
"How many boys are there in your class at school?"
"Twelve... no, thirteen. Including me."
"Thirteen. Right then, do you realise that half the male population of
the world has, at some point in their lives cross dressed? And that a
quarter of the male population goes on to do it regularly? To put it in
context, I would say that at least half of the boys in your class have
dressed up in either their mother's or their sisters clothes at some
point and that there's three, possibly four, not including you, who still
do it."
"So, I'm not the only one?"
"Of course not. It's not socially acceptable, but that's society's fault.
It's harmless and it's fun. So, do you want to go on dressing up?"
I thought about it. I had had a taste and had fallen in love with it. I
loved the feel of the clothes and the way I looked. I smiled at her.
"I would like to."
"Okay. Well, point one, you can't keep wearing your sister's clothes and
point two, you can't do it all the time."
I deflated a little. Mum set her cup down and leaned forward, crossing
her arms on the table.
"There are three ground rules to dressing up. One, you only do it three
times a week. When is up to you, but no more than three. Second, you are
not to go out on your own. I'm sure your sister wouldn't mind taking you
out and I'm prepared to take you shopping or on trips if you want to go
en-femme. Third, you do not wear any of my or your sisters things unless
you ask us. Do you agree?"
"I agree."
"Good. Right then, that's point two and three taken care of, now, back to
point one."
She reached into her handbag and pulled her credit card out. She looked
at it for a while and then held it up as if it were a winning lottery
ticket.
"I've got nearly one thousand pounds on this thing, waiting to be spent.
I had a lot of commission last month and a hefty bonus this month. Care
to spend some of it?"
"Yeah, sure. Err, when?"
Mum checked her watch.
"How about today? Like, right now?"
"Really?"
"Go and tell your sister you need a jacket and a handbag. I want the pair
of you down here and ready to leave in fifteen minutes, give me time to
get changed."
"Okay," I said. I was halfway across the living room before she called
out to me.
"Oh Michael, have you thought about a name for yourself?"
I paused on the stairs and turned to look at her.
"Well, Kelly and I were talking about it, but I haven't really thought
about it myself."
Mum stood up and walked up to me.
"If you'd been born a girl, we would have called you Freya. Would you
like me to call you that now?"
I thought about it. Freya, Freya Mitchell. It was certainly better than
Michael Mitchell and it suited me better in my current clothes.
"Yes, yes please Mummy."
"Okay, Freya it is. Of you go then."
I hared up the stairs, almost stumbling in the heeled boots but
maintaining my balance. I slid to a halt in front of my sisters door and
knocked.
"Don't stand on ceremony, just come in."
I entered the room and looked at Kerry. She was sorting through her
wardrobes, several things had already piled up on her bed and I
instinctively knew that she was giving them to me. I looked at her,
biting her bottom lip, a sure sign of anxiety. It occurred to me Kerry
would have been a terrible poker player.
"Well?"
I took a deep breath and then sighed. With that sigh, all the tension and
the drama seemed to seep out of my system. I was still excited but now
there was a sense of calm and maturity. Dressing up seemed to agree with
me.
"Mum wants to take us shopping. She says I need a jacket and a handbag."
"Right then," Kerry launched into another wardrobe and handed me a white
jacket, cut straight like a man's jacket, but obviously feminine. I
quickly slipped it on and then Kerry handed me a handbag. I slipped it
over my shoulder and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a girl
ready for a day out and I smiled at my reflection. Then Kerry appeared in
the reflection with a handful of bits and pieces.
"Open your handbag," she said and I held it open for her. She explained
as she dropped the pieces in the bag that she was lending me; a brush, a
vanity mirror and a purse; into which I was to put all my money, and that
she was giving me; a lipstick in the same colour I was already wearing, a
mascara brush and an old mobile phone in pink which would take the sim
card out of my phone. She then zipped the bag up and smiled at me.
"You're all set. Well, when you've changed the sims over and put your
money in your purse. Oh and you can keep the jacket and bag as well. In
fact, the stuff on the bed is yours already. Have a look through it."
"Wow, thanks sis."
I walked over to the bed and held up the clothes. Mainly skirts and tops
but there was one item that immediately caught my eye. I had learned from
my fashion conscious mother and sister that every woman has to have a
'little black dress' in her collection. The dress that I now held was a
classic example. I held it up and looked at myself. I longed to try it on
and even considered changing. A knock on the door interrupted my
thoughts.
"Freya, Kerry, are you ready?"
Kerry turned and frowned at me. 'Freya?' she mouthed.
"It's my name."
"Oh..," she stopped and looked at me. Then nodded.
"It suits you."
"Thank you."
The door opened and Mum stood in the doorway looking anxious.
"The offer expires in five minutes girls. Be downstairs or we're
staying."
"We'll be down mum," said Kerry, slipping into a leather jacket and
grabbing an old tartan rucksack. She looked at me and smiled.
"I'm going to enjoy having a little sister," she said. We had soon joined
Mum in the hall and when Mum opened the door I stepped out into the
world, as Freya. As I sat in the car and Mum drove us to a nearby
shopping centre, a little further away than our usual haunt, since Mum
didn't want to run the risk of us bumping into someone we knew, I
wondered. I had started on an incredible journey. I wondered where it
take me.
Mila
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