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The Halloween story. Part one: The night It Started. I was a normal seventeen year old boy, called Martin. I exercised to maintain a trim frame, I cycled all year round and jogged through the neighbourhood in the summer. I was a good kid. I had left school with good grades and an education that had enabled me to get a job at the local electronics store. I had several friends, including our next door neighbour Jim. I stripped down car engines with Jim and his father. I played video games and ran errands for family and neighbours. I read widely and voraciously, devouring science fiction and car maintenance books. I lived with my family in a modest semi-detached house in a decent part of town. My Dad, Victor had died when I was ten, a tragic car accident. I have very fond memories of him. He was tall, jovial and always laughing and joking. A real gentle giant. My Mum, Gillian, was a trauma nurse at the local hospital. Not a brilliantly paid job, but a job that she loved. She worked hard and taught us self reliance. So, that meant that by the time I was ten, I was able to wash and iron my own clothes, cook my own meals and even sew, so I could repair my own clothes when they were damaged. My sister Helen was three years older than me and was a really sweet person. She had a boyfriend and went partying out a lot, much to my Mother's concern. But she was also street smart and could handle herself. She worked in a local department store in the ladies fashion section so she was able to use her store discount to amass a decent collection of clothes. And finally there were my two younger sisters, nine year old twins called Milly and Melly. Their full names were Millicent, after my Dad's Mum and Melanie, after my Mom's mum, but they got nicknamed Milly and Melly at their first day at nursery school and the names stuck. Even my Mum used their nicknames. Millicent especially hated her full name and preferred to be called Milly. Melly also had the cruel moniker of Smelly Melly. But she wore it with pride, like a badge of honour. Like all twins, they were almost identical and even had that strange ability to finish each others sentences. I say almost because their was one major difference. Milly had long curly blonde hair while Melly had short straight brown hair. So, I was a normal kid with a normal family in a normal house with normal friends and pastimes. I was not a crossdresser. Oh no. No sir. Not me, No way. No how. Until that fateful Halloween. It was a Saturday, early evening, Halloween. Since the girls were going out that night with Mum, we had a light meal of Pizza. The twins couldn't wait to go out trick or treating and had been wearing their costumes since midday and being high on youth full energy, they were running around the house, eager to get out and grab their sweets and candy. Milly was wearing a witches outfit. She was wearing green face paint, a black wig that was thoroughly albeit artificially dishevelled and even sported a fake pointed hooked nose on her face. Melly was dressed as Belle, from Disney's Beauty and the Beast and was wearing a long blonde wig. Mum had spent a small fortune on those wigs. There was also a short auburn bob that neither twin liked, so that lay upstairs in it's bag, unused. Helen was in her room, getting ready for a night out with friends at the local pub where she would be meeting her boyfriend. Mum was getting ready to take the girls out so I had washed the plates and cutlery we had used and then I had sat down on the sofa in living room to watch the evening news. The main story on the idiot box was a traffic accident on the motorway that ran a few miles outside the small town. It was bad. It looked nasty. Seven cars involved, multiple casualties and one fatality. My Mum was stood next to the sofa as the story was reported. She wasn't scheduled to work that night, but she was wondering if she should call the hospital when the phone rang. She conversed with the person who had called for a few minutes and then she hung up. When she turned she had a disappointed look on her face. I knew then, that she had been called in. "Girls, come in here please." Milly and Melly bounded into the room and slid to a halt in front of her, their bags in their hands, their faces beaming. "Girls, there's been a very bad accident on the motorway. A lot of people have been hurt and I've been asked to go in and help them get better. So that means I can't take you out. I have to leave straight away. I'm sorry." "Oh no, please don't go." Milly shouted, "Who'll take us out?" Melly yelled, near to tears. Mum knelt down held them close for a minute and then she leaned back, leaving her hands on their shoulders. "I have to go. There are people who have been hurt and I can help them get better. You do want me to help them don't you?" Milly, who was now close to tears nodded. Melly, who was now actually crying, also nodded. "Yes Mummy." she said. They stood there for a few moments, looking dejected and sad. Then Helen, dressed in a short blue strapless dress appeared and the twins burst into smiles. "Helen!" they yelled in unison. She looked up in shock to see the two girls bearing down on her. They began to speaking rapidly, almost shouting. "Mum's been called in to work to help some sick people" Milly began. "so she can't take us out tricking or treating." Melly continued. "But you can take us. Will you take us? Please?" This in unison. Helen sighed and shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry girls, I can't take you out as I'm going out myself. Besides, I'm a little too old for trick or treating." This produced entirely different reactions in the girls. Milly started shouting incoherently, waving her broom around as if she wanted to break things. Melly just stood there bawling. I found this all slightly amusing, as there was an obvious solution to the problem sitting in the living room watching TV with his feet up. In retrospect, I was surprised that they hadn't asked me first. "I'll take them." I said. I was suddenly engulfed in limbs and fabric as both girls pounced on me and began kissing me, thanking me profusely. Milly almost poked me in the eye with her false nose. "Gerrof me!" I yelled. The girls laughing and shouting with delight climbed off me and began running around the house once more, eager to get out with their treat bags. "Oh thank you Martin."Mum said as she gathered up her coat and handbag. "Well I can't disappoint them," I said, "Not on Halloween and certainly not since they've been planning it since august." "Well thank you anyway. Look, I've got to go. So take plenty of pictures and I'll let you know when I'm coming home." She pressed a digital camera into my hand and left the house. I heard her car start up and pull out into the darkening evening. Herding the girls into living room, I took several pictures of the girls in their costumes. Then, putting the camera in my pocket, I headed upstairs. "Let me put my shoes on and I'll take you out." They followed me upstairs and into my bedroom as I slipped into a pair of trainers. "What costume are you wearing?" Melly enquired. I looked down at myself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" What I was wearing was a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. "On no. that won't do." said Milly. "You need a costume silly." said Melly "I'm too old for a costume." I maintained. But they were having none of it. The argument lasted nearly ten minutes and brought Helen into the room. She listened patiently for a moment. She soon came to a decision. "Leave that with me girls. Go and wait downstairs. Martin, come with me." The girls headed downstairs and we heard them crashing about the living room like two human sized canon balls. I followed Helen into her bedroom. Helen had already dived into her cupboard and her old school uniform was on her bed. She was rummaging in her underwear drawer and had a pair of panties in her right hand and a bra in her left. "Get undressed." she said. I suddenly realised what was about to happen. "Oh, no. No way," I backed away, holding my hands out as if to ward off the garments, "You are not dressing me up as a girl." "Oh don't be such a wuss. It's Halloween, no one will care." "I am not stepping out of this house dressed as a girl." I reiterated. Helen glared at me. "Look Martin, It's just a costume. No one will care. Hell, they might not even recognise you. And you're doing it for the girls. Besides, you never know, you might enjoy it." I hesitated as I weighed up the pros and cons. Pro: it was Halloween. Pro: I was doing it for Milly and Melly. Pro: It would be dark and no one might recognise me. Pro: If they did recognise me they would probably laugh it off as it was Halloween Con: It would involve dressing up in my sisters clothes. There was another pro that I briefly consider. I might actually enjoy it. I decided to do it as the pro's far outweighed the cons. But I was also hinking to myself, this will be the only time. I will never do this again. "Oh, okay." Helen beamed. "Good. Now, get undressed, we haven't got much time." I shrugged off my jeans and slipped the sweatshirt over my head. Stood there in my underwear, I suddenly shivered. This was embarrassing. Helen frowned at me. "And your underwear, come on." "Oh, no." "Look, if we're going to do this, you have to do it properly. Besides, I used to change your nappies. So I've already seen it." I pulled off my boxer shorts and socks and stood there with my hands over my manhood. Seeing this she sniggered. She handed me her panties and turned her back as I slipped them on. My penis had shrunk at this outrage and I managed to tuck it back out of the way. So, when I pulled them up, it formed a smooth front. Helen approached me brandishing the bra like a weapon. "Hold you arms out." I did so. She threaded the straps over my arms and then pulled it behind my back, snapping it shut. She pulled the straps up over my shoulders and fussed at if for a few moments until she was satisfied with the fit. She then pulled a pair of dark black tights from her drawer and handed them to me. I baulked at the idea for a moment. I was about to protest, to argue that I was not going to wear the tights. But then I thought about it for a moment. It would be cold outside. I didn't want to get my legs frozen so, thinking 'in for a penny...' I took the tights and pulled them up over the panties, I found them snug and soft. It was.... nice? No, that couldn't be right. I decided to the reject the idea. My conscious mind was telling that this was ridiculous. But my senses were telling me otherwise. Helen then handed my her old school blouse. I pulled on as if it was a shirt. Which essentially, it was. Though it was a feminine cut and tailored for a bust that I did not have. I fiddled with the buttons for a moment as they were on the left hand side and I wasn't used to them. Once I had buttoned it up, Helen handed me the skirt. It was short and black. I doubted it was part of her official uniform, but then she had been in the sixth form where the uniform regulations were a little relaxed. I paused for a moment and then stepped into it. I pulled it up over my hips and fastened it around my waist, pulling up the short zip. I was surprised at how snugly it fit me. I smoothed it down around my thighs. I tried very hard to ignore how nice it felt. I took the tie and fashioned a Windsor knot, tightening it around my neck. And trying to ignore the feeling that it felt like a noose. "No no no," Helen said. She loosened the tie a little and undid the top two buttons, "That's how a girl wears a shirt and tie. Now come over here and sit down." Helen said. Restricted by the tight skirt I hobbled over to her desk which she had set up as a make up table. She pointed at the chair and I realised what she was asking of me. "No. I'll wear the uniform but I am not..." "No girl goes out without her make up. Now, sit down." I decided not argue. Helen's tone was not prompting one. This was going to happen whether I wanted it to happen or not. And, if I was to be totally honest with myself, I was curious to see how I would look with make up. Helen worked quickly. She covered my face in a thin layer of foundation which she then covered with powder. She coated my eyelids with powder and then painted my lips with lip stick. She then stood back, inspecting her work. She looked unsure and then smiled. "One last thing. Wait here." she left her room and entered Mum's room, returning shortly with a bag. It contained the Auburn bob that Mum had bought while Milly and Melly were arguing over which costume they were going to be wearing. The argument had lasted over a week and had involved a lot of shouting and threats of hair pulling, arm pinching and shin kicking. Thankfully it had been settled before it came to that. Helen pulled the wig from the bag and used a brush to comb it out. She then placed the wig on my head and tugged it into place. I should have argued against it. I should have told her that I didn't need a wig, but I didn't oppose her, I actually helped her. Tugging at the edges and pulling it down into place. She handed me a pair of flat sandals and I popped them on, thankful she wasn't going to make me wear heels. "Okay. I would say your costume is complete. Want to see what you look like?" Helen asked. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't seen myself in a full view. She had a full length mirror that she had turned to the wall. Now, she turned it around and I saw my image, reflected for the first time since this stupidity had started. I expected to look stupid. I expected to look silly. To look like a bloody clown in fact. But actually... "I look good." I said. In the reflection was a young woman. I turned sideways. Okay, the chest was a little flat but my bum looked full and pert. I began to smile. "This could work." I said. Helen was frowning. "Except a girl your age has tits." she said. She rummaged around in a drawer and came up with some socks. She pulled the blouse loose and stuffed the cups of the bra with the balled up socks. Then she pulled the blouse closed and pulled the tie up, though still loose and with the top two buttons undone. She smoothed the rough lumps out until she appeared satisfied. "There you go. That will do." I turned again to the mirror. I was surprised to find a small but noticeable bust. Helen stood behind me. I noticed how alike we looked. "You could be my little sister." She then put her hand on her right hip and put out her left leg. I copied it, almost unconsciously At that Helen laughed. And I suddenly realised that in a few minutes, I would be walking out of the house dressed in this manner. I grew wary. Would I be okay? What would happen? Helen had no such qualms. She propelled me to the door and towards the stairs. Then she paused. "Oh, wait here." She headed back into her room and after a moment, returned with a coat and handbag. "Put this on." she said handing me the coat It was dark blue and and had a light metallic sheen to it. I tugged the jacket on, noticing that it came to my waist. She then placed a bag over my head and let it hang there. Once I had gotten used to it, I rearranged it and let it rest against my right hip. She ducked into my room, snatched up my keys, my phone and the digital camera and placed them in the handbag. I set off down the stairs and Helen pushed past me. "Wait here." She reached base of the stairs and called out. "Milly? Melly! Come here please." I had a sudden foreboding. Would my sisters like my appearance? Would they laugh? Would they cry? I decided to use their reaction as a litmus test. If they resisted or teased me, I would go up and get changed and this would never be mentioned again. Ever. I heard their feet clatter against the wooden floor. "Girls, I want to introduce you to you chaperone for the evening," she gestured me to come down the stairs, "Say hello, to Molly." Molly? Where the hell had that come from? I stepped off the bottom step and into the living to see the twins in front of me, looking expectant. Their reaction was unanimous. Squealing with delight they ran to me and hugged me closely. Yes, they were laughing, but it sounded honest and well meant, instead of scornful and derogatory. Milly grabbed my left hand and Melly grabbed my right hand, standing back to inspect me. "Wow, you look like a real girl." Milly said, "You even have boobies." Melly said. "You look great." Milly insisted "Why, thank you." I said. This prompted a little bit of laughter from Melly. "You don't sound like a girl." she said. I softened my voice and spoke again. "And how about now?" I asked. "Oh much better." Melly said. Milly just nodded vigorously. Helen had her phone in her hand, raised upwards. "Let me take a couple of pictures." I posed again, my right hand on my hip. My left leg pushed out. The twins mimicked me. Helen, a wide smile on her face, spent the next few minutes taking a few pictures as I posed in a few more girlish postures, some with the twins and some without, just me. I was surprised to find how easily I was slipping into these feminine gestures. Scary, if the truth be told. And then Milly and Melly, eager to get on with the holiday night, grabbed my hands, pulling me towards the door. To my horror, the doorbell rang. Melly let go and ran to answer and before I could sufficiently hide myself, she had thrown it open. My heart sank when I saw who had arrived. "Georgia!" Melly yelled and flung herself at the tall Brunette. Georgia was a friend and colleague of Helen's who worked with her at the department store. My spirits plummeted even further when I saw who she was with. Her boyfriend Dan. I knew them well. "Well hello... Belle?" "Yay!" Melly bounced up and down, pleased that Georgia knew who she as supposed to be. Milly had also approached although she was hunched forward. Brandishing her broom as a weapon and cackling in what she probably thought was an evil fashion. It sounded more ridiculous than scary but Georgia threw her hands up to her face, mock horror widening her eyes "Oh no, it's a scary witch! Save me from her Dan, save me!." "You're on your own love. I'm off." Dan said standing behind her. "It's me you silly's!" Milly screeched, obviously pleased at the effect her costume was having. Georgia laughed and swooped down on them hugging them both. Then she looked up at Helen. "Hi Helen, are you ready?" "Let me get my jacket. I'll be right back." Georgia entered the house as Dan lingered on the doorstep pretending to be scared of Milly. Don't notice me, I thought desperately, though there was hardly any possibility of them missing me. Georgia looked up at me and smiled. "Hello," she said. She was about to continue when she did a double take. Her eyes widening again, this time in genuine surprise as opposed to feigned terror. "Martin? Is that you?" "No. this is Molly. She's taking us out tonight." Said Melly. "Mummy was supposed to take us but she's had to go hospital to help the people in that big accident." Milly explained. "So, Molly is taking us instead." Melly added. Georgia had stepped back and was taking in my appearance. "I'd just like to say in my defence, that this was not my idea." I said. Was it though? I had put up a fight yes, but not a really tough fight. Georgia nodded, in what I hoped was a friendly fashion and then stepped up to me and hugged me. "I think it's great what you're doing. And don't worry. I doubt you'll be the only boy who's dressed as a girl tonight." Dan, who had now stepped inside, was also nodding appreciatively. "For what it's worth mate, I think it takes real ba..." he stopped, glanced at the twins for a moment, and then continued, "It takes real guts to dress up as a girl. You look really natural by the way, You make a very pretty girl." I could actually feel myself blush. "Oh, you fancy him, do you?" Georgia teased. Dan looked shocked. "No, of course not. I've got you after all." Helen, tugging on a black leather jacket, joined us. Georgia pointed at me. "Your work?" she asked. Helen beamed with pleasure. "He needed a costume. This was the best I could do at such short notice." "Oh?" Georgia glanced at me, "I'd like to see what he would look like if you spent some proper time with him." "Err, no. Not going to happen. Never again. This is a one off." I said. "Shame. Anyway..." Georgia began. "Yes," said Helen, "I'm ready. Molly, have you got your keys?" I held up the handbag. "Got them in here." "Good." With that, we were bundled out of the door. Dan led Georgia and Helen to his car as I set off with the twins. It had happened so suddenly, that I hadn't had time to think about it. I was on the street, dressed as a girl. I took a deep breath as Milly took my left hand and Melly took my right hand and led me to the nearest house, though technically, I was supposed to be leading them. Oh well, better suck it up I thought. My emotions were most confusing. I felt silly. I felt weird. I felt.. lessened, somehow. But there was another feeling that I was desperate to ignore, denying it's existence. Was I really enjoying this? "Trick or Treat!" the twins yelled holding their bags out as the stout wooden door opened up to reveal a tall man in jeans, a sweatshirt and a large beer belly. He looked mean, and angry, but he soon broke into a wide smile. "You three look beautiful. A witch, a princess and a school girl." he picked up a basket, which was on a table by the side of the door. He scooped up a handful and sweets and dropped them into Milly's bag. A second handful of sweets was dropped into Melly's bag. A third handful hung in the air for a moment before I realised that they were for me. "Oh, thank you, but I'm just..." "Nonsense," the man said, his smile darkening with a frown, "A costume like that deserves a reward." He turned inside the house and after a moment, I heard a bag rustle, as if it were being filled. When he re- appeared he was holding a carrier bag, which he handed to me. "Thank you." I said. "Thank you mister. Thank you very much." the twins said. "You're very welcome." he said. We made our down the path as the door closed. We had been trick or treating for about an hour and a half now, and I was totally relaxed in the clothes I was dressed in. We had been seen by many people and no one had given me so much as a second glance, or if they had glanced at me, the looks were friendly and non committal. Did they suspect that I was not what I appeared? Did they even know? If they did, they didn't seem to to care. I had begun to enjoy myself. But I told myself it was the situation and not the clothes. I checked my watch and saw that it was approaching half past eight. It would take us about fifteen minutes to get home and Mum had insisted that they be home by nine o'clock. This task now fell to me and I intended to see it through. "Okay girls, one more house and then we have to go home" They began arguing, protesting that they were not tired, they could see some more people and more houses. But I rebutted, saying that I had promised Mum to get them home by nine o'clock and they were to be in bed by half past and besides, look at their bags, hadn't they collected enough candy already? Eventually, we agreed that we would visit two more houses on the way home and we set off. It was as we approached one such house, one that we had missed earlier, that we saw another group approaching us. I had become so relaxed that I didn't notice them until they were upon us. Five kids, in various costumes, ranging from a cowboy to a spaceman were being corralled by two other kids who looked to be my age. A boy dressed in an outrageous batman costume and a girl, dressed in a cat suit. It wasn't until Milly let go of my hand and ran up to Batman that I realised who Batman really was. And it wasn't Bruce Wayne. It was a guy I had known at School, a friend of mine called Carl Roberts. Worse, the girl with him was a girl called Stephanie Harris. And I had quite the crush on Miss Harris. Carl swept Milly up into his arms and span her around as she laughed in delight. "Hey, Milly! He said, in a gross impersonation of the caped crusader, "Nice outfit." "Thank you". I realised then that the five other kids were split between Batman and Catwoman. The two lads dressed as a cowboy and a spaceman were Carl's younger brothers while Dracula, James Bond and Snow White, were Stephanie's younger siblings. As Milly and Melly began talking to the others, discussing costumes and comparing the size of their hoards, Carl walked up to me. He had a quizzical look on his face and then he burst out laughing, almost doubled up. "Jesus Christ." he grunted. "Martin?" Stephanie asked. Any chance that they might not recognise me evaporated. I grinned weakly. "Trick or treat." I said in a low embarrassed voice. Carl straightened up but was still chuckling heartily. He then took in my appearance. "You look bloody silly mate." He said. And then he yelped in pain. The reason for his yelp was a kick to the shins from Stephanie. Apparently, Batman's armoured suit was not as armoured as it appeared. ""Don't be so rude." she snapped. As the kids laughed at the sight of Batman hopping about like a puzzled crow, he glared angrily at her and then at me. Stephanie came up and hugged me. Then she took my hands and stepped back, admiring my new feminine appearance. "I think you look really good." she told me. "You can thank Helen for that." I said. "I hope you don't think less of me." Stephanie looked surprised for a moment and then smiled happily. "Why should I think less of you?" she asked, "I think it's really brave of you to come out dressed like that. You look really nice." "Oh, thank you." I was sure I was blushing again. She let go of my hands and stepped back. Carl had stopped hopping around like a wounded bird and came up, a remorseful look on his face. "Sorry mate, I was just," he examined me intently, "I'm sorry. I think you actually look pretty good. It's just, seeing you like that I... I'm sorry Do you forgive me?" he extended his hand. I took it and shook it warmly. "I forgive you." Dracula, Stephanie's eleven year old brother ran up, he had a camera in his hands. "I've got to take a picture of this." he said. "Okay Count. Let's do this properly." Carl said. He stepped between us and placed his arms around our shoulders, Stephanie instantly pressed herself against him, her hand propped on his chest, one leg bent up at the knee I copied her, almost instinctively, though I felt silly, and probably looked ridiculous. As Dracula, aka Jake, took more pictures, I found myself posing in more and more feminine poses and smiling broadly. I couldn't be enjoying this that much. Could I? We must have spent a good five or ten minutes taking pictures of each other and of our siblings. When we parted, Stephanie held me closely. "You look lovely," she whispered, "If I were a lesbian, I'd really fancy you."When she let me go, she had a curious smile on her face. Then, they were walking away. Batman and Catwoman corralling an unruly group of kids. We approached the house and I knocked on it. This time, I joined in when the door finally opened. "Trick or treat!" we yelled. The elderly lady clapped her hands to her mouth in delight. "Oh my heavens! You look so delightful! Here you go." Sweets and small chocolate bars landed in our open bags and though mine was less full than my sisters, I still smiled brightly. "What do we say girls?" I said. "Thank you." They squealed in delight. "Oh I haven't finished yet," the old lady said. She reached for something on the table beside her. I was surprised to three very large chocolate bars in her hands. "You three are wearing easily the best costumes I've seen all night. Such effort should be rewarded," she dropped the bars into our bags, "One for the witch, one for the princess and one for the schoolgirl. And I must say young man, I think you're very brave to come out dressed like that." "Oh thank you." I said. I was saddened at being read, but her acceptance was reassuring. We left her house and carried on. We argued over the last house. I had noticed that it was well past nine o'clock and I wanted to get the girls home, ready for bed and ready for sleep. To say nothing of getting out of these clothes. The girls were still wanting to carry on, they wanted one more house, they were not tired, not tired at all. It was when I caught Milly yawning that I burst their bubble and insisted that we go home. They agreed both grudgingly and reluctantly. Even so, we couldn't resist visiting that one last house. I unlocked the front door and let the twins inside before I stepped inside and closed the front door behind me. I sagged against it, as the twins rushed into the living room and emptied their bags on the table and began swapping and exchanging sweets and counting them up. I was relieved to be inside. Away from prying eyes and suspicious minds. I had gotten through the evening mostly unnoticed and though I had been recognised and spotted as a boy wearing girls clothes, no one had seemed to care. I couldn't help think what a rush it had been. But it was of my system. I was going to get changed now. We were never to speak of this again. Never. I was also going to track down every photograph that had been taken that night and make sure that it was deleted. I walked over to the girls. "Okay girls, twenty minutes of the Disney Channel and then bed. And don't eat all you chocolate. Save some for tomorrow." Milly turned on the TV as Melly fiddled with the remote control and then, the sweets, biscuits and chocolates forgotten, they watched a cartoon. I had long outgrown cartoons so I went into the kitchen. I knew Mum wouldn't answer her phone, so I texted her instead. "Got girls home for nine o'clock. Will send them to bed at nine thirty. They had a great time." With that sent, I headed for the stairs. "Okay you two. Don't argue and don't fight. I'm going to go upstairs and get cleaned up." That set off a torrent of protests. "Oh don't go Molly" "cause we really like having you around." "Don't get changed yet, we'd like you to stay" "with us until we go to bed." Milly broke into a grin, though the cheerful look was spoiled by the fact that her nose had come loose and was hanging off her face. "You can tuck us in." she said. I hesitated. I gave in. I don't know why, I just gave in."Okay." I sat between them and they instantly curled up beside me, grabbing my hands in theirs. I found myself enjoying the cartoon. It was an anim?, about some big fluffy creature, my friend something or other. I did however, keep an eye on the time. For some reason, I let them stay up longer than the twenty minutes I had set. But by quarter to ten, I decided enough was enough and ordered them to bed. For a change, they did not argue and they trooped off. I waited in my room while they got changed into their nightgowns and then I stood over them as they brushed their teeth. As Milly had been a witch, she had painted her face and hands with green paint, but since it was water based, she had managed to wash most of it off and I helped her with a face cloth as she had missed a couple of spots. By just turned ten, they were climbing into bed. Milly clutching a soft rabbit called Hopper, Melly clutching an old doll called Suzie. Both toys were worn, well past their sell by date but adored by the girls. I tucked in Milly first as she was, technically, the eldest. Only by fifteen minutes admittedly, but she never let Melly forget it. "Goodnight Milly." I said. Kissing Hopper on his careworn almost bald head and then kissing her on her cheek. "Goodnight Molly." Milly said, Then she yawned luxuriously, She was asleep instantly. I then tucked in Melly. I kissed the offered up Suzie and then kissed Melly on her cheek. "Good night Melly." "Good night. See you soon Molly." Not bloody likely, I thought. I left the room, a night light on, the door ajar. I headed to my room to change, but something stopped me. I was comfortable in these clothes now. Yes, I was dressed as a girl, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was kind of nice. So I didn't get changed straight away but instead, I went back downstairs, selected a film on Netflix, made myself some microwave popcorn and sat watching the movie, some dumb action flick that might have starred an ex wrestler. I couldn't be sure. At some point I tucked my legs up beside me and rested my hand on my ankle. That felt nice. Eventually, midnight rolled around and I decided to go to bed. I went up to my room and took off the blouse and skirt and pulled the underwear off. Having donned my usual nightwear of shorts and a very old t-shirt, I gathered the clothes together and folded them up, placing them on my chair with the wig, now looking like some strange animal, resting on the top of them. I washed my face free of the make up, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed As I drifted off to sleep, I considered the evening's events. One aspect drifted through my head as sleep folded me into it's arms. Stephanie telling that if she'd been a lesbian, she would have fancied me. I had some very strange dreams that night.