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Oh Brother! Those Are My Things Author's Note: We've read so much about how the boy feels getting into Mom's or Sister's things. I thought I would take a shot as to how the sister might feel about it. Allison rushed in through the kitchen and headed for her bedroom. "Allie-girl? Is that you?" she heard her mother call from another part of the house. "I thought you were heading to Helen's house." "I am," she called back as she pushed open her bedroom door. "I just forgot some earrings I promised I'd let her borrow. Heading right back out." She sighed as she pushed the door closed out of habit. It annoyed her a bit that here she had just graduated high school last week and her mother was still checking up on her. What would she do when she left for college? She went to her dresser and opened the jewelry box and sorted through them selecting a couple pairs. She closed the box, did a quick scan of the room and was about to leave when she heard a noise coming from her closet. She froze and listened for a moment to the silence. "My imagination," she spoke to herself and grabbed the doorknob to leave. Something still niggled at her, so she went back to her closet and opened the door. It was a good-sized walk-in closet and she scanned around. Nothing seemed out of place and was about to leave when she saw it. "Jesse?" She saw the bare leg that was partially hidden by a long dress try and withdraw further behind it. "Jesse, what are you doing in my closet? You need to come out right now!" She turned and went back into her room and sat on the bed. "If you aren't out here in 10 seconds, I'm yelling for Mom." She heard a rustling of closet as her younger brother began extracting himself from his hiding place. What could he have been looking for? She stopped keeping a diary after her sophomore year. Surely, he couldn't be thinking she still had one. Her mind went blank as he appeared in the door to her closet. Naked, except a pair of her panties, his hands held in front of him hiding his junk since the panties were some of her lacy ones. She wanted to ask him what he was doing but couldn't get her mouth to work. "S-s-s-s-orry," Jesse mumbled while staring at the floor in front of him. The spell finally broke and she found she could talk again. "What the hell are you doing in my underwear?" She saw what looked like a diamond fall to the floor, a tear that caught the light as it fell. She wanted to feel sorry for him but was also still angry about him going through her things. "First, where are your clothes?" She couldn't handle looking at him in just her panties any longer. "I kicked them under the bed when I heard you coming," he shuffled his feet trying to decide if he should move. "Well, get them on," she commanded, "I'll wait." Jesse shuffled forward, bent down trying to keep himself covered and reached under the bed. He grabbed his wad of clothes and went back to the closet. She noticed red marks across his back. Stunned, she watched as he reached back and pulled the door shut. "One of my bras too?" A few moment later Jesse emerged still staring at the floor. "First, whatever of mine you were wearing I want you to put them in the laundry when we are finished," she started. "Second, I want to know how long you've been getting into my clothes! And why?" She watched as Jesse teetered back and forth left foot to right foot. "Um, well," she saw his eyes come up to confirm she was looking at him and immediately looked back at the floor. "I guess a couple years." "A couple years?" Allie gasped. "Why? Why my stuff?" "Well, not always just your stuff," Jesse whispered, "sometimes Mom's stuff too." "Why?" Allie repeated. "I was curious," he finally looked up for good. "After you went to the Homecoming Dance in your Junior year, Mom had helped you get all dressed up and you looked so pretty and the stuff you got to wear was so nice and I was curious. One day, I was home alone and decided to try on the dress. Then I found one of your panties and the stockings. They felt so nice that I started trying on different things when I'd get the chance." Allie just stared at him. Did he really just admit to her that he has been dressing up as a girl for almost two years? Her phone chimed, a message from Helen: Whr RU. "I don't know what to say," she finally admitted after a few moments of silence. "I need to go, we will talk later." She tapped back: On way. "Are you going to tell Mom?" Jesse's eyes were wide with hope and fear. "For now, no," she decided. "Thank you," he rushed to her. She felt him hug her so tight her heart melted some. She briefly hugged him back. "Now, get out of my room and I better not find you in here again without my permission." "Ok," she watched him scurry out the door. Then she realized he had the panties and a bra in his hand. "Well, I did tell him to put them in the laundry," she acceded. "I'll be sure and ask him about that later." She checked to make sure she had the earrings, pulled the door close as she left her room and went back out to her car. She sat there for a moment still dumbfounded by the revelation her brother made. Finally, she shook it off, started her car and drove to Helen's. Allie walked into Helen's room; their other friend Didi was already there. Helen was standing there in a short, strapless, black sequined dress with two different shoes on looking at her feet in the mirror. "That's quite a dress," Allie commented and handed her the earrings. "Thanks, Christopher's parents are taking us to a charity event at the club tonight. Which shoe do you think is better?" "I think she is going to be doing a lot of dancing," Didi added. "I think the shorter heal, still tall enough to look good." "Yeah," Allie answered, "have to agree with Didi. The other ones are great but only if you plan on sitting most of the night." "OK," Helen sighed. "You're both right." She pulled one shoe off and put on the mate of the other one. Then she started comparing earrings. "Easy choice, these." She held up the pair of black earrings, the hung like long skinny triangles. "What's up with you, Allie?" Didi asked. "You look like you used to when we had an exam in the next class. It's summer, babe, no heavy thinking until we head off to college." "Oh, um, yeah, sorry," Allie struggled with deciding on what to say if anything. "Something happened at home and I'm just not sure what to do about it." "Everyone alright?" Helen asked as she unzipped the side of her dress and let it slip down her body. She stepped out of it and put it on a hanger. She walked over to the bed in just a strapless bra and tiny black g-string panty. She pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Allie watched her do all that and an image of her brother wearing Helen's dress came into her mind. She shook her head to clear the vision. "What? Oh, no, everyone's fine." "Everyone's fine, but you aren't," Helen plopped down on her bed. "Come on, spill! What's got you so uptight?" "Look, if I tell you, you can't say anything to anyone, ok?" Helen pleaded knowing she had to talk to someone. She and her friends had gone through a lot of things together, she felt she could trust them. They both nodded and moved closer. "OK, so I go home, and I catch Jesse hiding in my closet." "Are you still keeping a diary?" Didi asked. "See, that was what I thought right off," Allie answered, "but no. I haven't kept one for a couple years. When he came out..." she hesitated still not sure if she should continue. She could see both Helen and Didi leaning closer trying to catch the words as soon as she uttered them. She went on "he was wearing my underwear." "What?" Didi gasped. Helen's jaw just dropped open. Allie nodded. "He was standing there in those lacy panties I bought when I was dating Brian and thought I might let him get up under my dress one night." "Good thing you found out what a jerk he was before that happened," Helen put in. "No kidding," Allie agreed. "So, fortunately, he kept his hands in front of him. Last thing I wanted to see is my brother's privates through my lacy underwear. And then I saw the bra lines in his back so he must have tried one on and pulled it off while he was trying to hide. That's probably the noise I heard that made me look. I know neither one of you have brothers but I'm not sure what to do." "My little sister likes him," Didi answered. "She keeps pestering me to get you to help get them together. Bet if I told her about this that would end." "Hey, you promised," Allie shot at her. "I don't want to embarrass him, especially around school but I'm concerned about why he is doing this." "You think he's gay?" Helen asked. "I don't know," Allie answered, "maybe?" "Would it matter?" Didi asked. Allie thought on it for a bit. "No, not to me, maybe to your little sister." They all started giggling. "I told him I would talk to him later," Allie went on. "I feel violated in a way because he was going through my things, but I still want to protect him. I am just so confused about it. He told me he was curious because of my Junior Homecoming dress." "Oh, yeah," Helen answered, "I remember that dress, and the stockings you were wearing. You were looking very hot that night." "Yeah, I felt all grown up wearing that corset with the garters and stockings. The slit on the dress would show a bit of the top of the stocking when I sat." "Most of the guys at that dance were drooling all over themselves staring at you," Didi laughed. "A couple girls were pretty upset with them." "Not my fault," Allie snickered. "It was a great outfit. Anyway, Jesse decided he wanted to try it on, thought it looked nice and he got curious. He told me he tried the dress, panty and stockings. That means he probably tried the corset too for the garters. Ugh." "You're going to have to talk with him," Helen answered. "My little sister gets into my stuff all the time too," Didi began. "We have some terrible fights about it. But she isn't my brother. When she borrows one of my blouses, or skirts, or something it isn't quite the same. Or maybe it is? You have to decide what you want to do about it." Allie sat back against the wall. No good answers were coming her way. She couldn't talk to her mom, and no way was she going to talk to her dad. For now, it looks like it was going to be something she and Jesse worked out. Next morning Allie got up and went to her dresser. She pulled open the panty drawer and looked at it for a long time. She tried to decide if anything had been moved, refolded, messed with in some way. She sighed and grabbed a pair of cotton panties and a plain white bra from another drawer. She went to the bathroom to take a shower. Once refreshed and ready for the day she grabbed a white t-shirt and a denim miniskirt. She rolled the sleeves on the shirt, donned a pair of sandals, and went to the kitchen. "Good morning, Allie-girl," her mother greeted her. "Ready for some breakfast? Got some waffles in the toaster, you can have them, and I'll make some more." "Sure, that sounds good," Allie took a seat. Waffles really weren't on her mind, but it would do. "Where's Jess?" "Oh, he ate a little bit ago and then retreated to his room," her mother put the plate of waffles in front of her. "He's been really quiet. Did anything happen that you know of?" Allie felt a moment of indecision: to tell or not to tell. "Um, well, no, not that I know of." Her mother sat down with her own waffles. "Are you heading out somewhere?" "Really don't have any plans," Allie answered around a mouthful. "Well, you look like you dressed for going out," her mother explained. "Anyway, I'm worried about Jesse so if you don't mind, I need to run to the grocery and a couple other errands. Your father is returning from his conference tomorrow night and I want to have a nice dinner. Probably be gone a couple hours and I am a little concerned about Jesse being alone that long." "Well, I didn't have any plans so I can hang around while you are gone," Allie told her. "Maybe I can talk to him and find out if something is up." "Oh, Allie, that would be wonderful," her mother praised her. "If there is anything you find out that I can help with..." "Mom," Allie interrupted. "If I can get Jesse to talk to me, he might not want me talking about it with you or Dad. If he does tell me anything, and if it is serious enough that he might do something, er, rash, of course I will tell you. But if it turns out to be just some teenage drama I need to be able to keep his confidence, I can't just run in and tell you." "Oh, you're right," her mother nodded. "I trust you to know what we should be aware of then. Thank you. You're a great big sister." Allie could feel her face heat up, slightly embarrassed by the compliment. And also, because she was already pretty sure she wouldn't be telling her parents what was going on. They cleaned up the kitchen together, her mother grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Allie hesitated for a moment. She wasn't really sure what she was going to do yet, but she knew she had limited time to have this talk. She walked to Jesse's bedroom door and knocked. "Yeah," came his voice from inside. She turned the knob and pushed the door open a little. "Mom's gone shopping." "Don't worry, I didn't get into your things since yesterday," Jesse answered. "Well, that isn't what I wanted to talk about, but it is at the same time," Allie moved further into the room. She turned the chair at the desk, took a seat and crossed her legs. She watched Jesse the whole time and saw how he tracked her movements. Was he trying to look up her skirt? "Jesse, I want to talk about yesterday. Really talk about it. Not the part about you going through my things, I think you understand why I was upset about that, but I want to understand why you felt the need to do it. So, my first question is: do you think you are gay?" She saw the stunned look on his face before he even started to speak. "What? No," he blurted. He waited for a moment. "Really, I'm not. I like girls, a lot. Maybe that is part of it. The truth is, I don't know why I feel the need sometimes to want to wear girl things. I just like the way they feel. The first time..." he stopped. "The first time what? With my prom dress you told me about?" Allie pressed. "It's embarrassing," he admitted. "I don't know if I can talk about it." "Would you rather talk to Dad?" she offered. "Oh, God no!" he jumped. "OK, ok," she tried to assure him. "I just thought maybe it was a guy thing." Jesse laughed. "A guy thing, yeah. How do you explain blowing your load because you've got on a dress and sexy underwear? I was lucky I didn't get anything on the dress and have to figure out how to get it dry cleaned." "Oh," Allie could feel the heat rising in her face again. An image of her brother all dressed up came to her mind and she clamped it off before it could reach the conclusion he had just described. "After that I was too scared to do anything for a while," Jesse went on. "But then a couple weeks later, I came across something of Mom's and I brought it back to my room and put it on. I still felt really good but didn't lose it like I did in your stuff. So, I tried again with some of your things and I found I could just like being dressed up. I wanted to know what it was like to be one of the girls, but not the guy end. You know? I am so confused right now because I know I shouldn't like this stuff. I know if anyone at school found out I'd probably get my ass beat. I know Mom and Dad wouldn't understand. I'm not sure you will even understand because I can't really explain it. I don't know what I should do." Allie sat and thought a while about all he told her. She felt bad for him because she didn't have any explanations for him. She had heard of drag queens and all but never anyone she knew. "Come with me," she got up and headed for the door. "Where are we going?" he asked. "My room." She led the way and pushed into her room. She went to the dresser and with a sigh opened her panty drawer. She looked through it and found a pair of black nylon panties with a bit of a lace accent. They were about done as far as she was concerned and would probably be tossed out soon. She pulled a bra from the other drawer, plain white like the one she had on. She opened the closet, turned on the light and sorted through the dresses. She picked one that she wore on occasion to casual events, it was almost knee length, short sleeve circle neck. She took a deep breath and turned to leave the closet. "Here," she handed Jesse all the things she had collected, "go change." "Huh?" Jesse accepted the things but didn't move. "Do you want pantyhose too?" she asked starting to get a little more comfortable with what she was doing now that she had set a course. But only a little. "Um, sometimes I wear them, but you aren't wearing any," Jesse's voice trembled. "No, it's too warm today for me," she explained. "But if you want or need them, I can lend you some." "No, I'm ok," Jesse nodded and looked around. "I'll, um, be right back." Allie watched as he stumbled leaving the room. She heard his bedroom door close. "I want you to come back after you've changed!" she hollered. "We still have more to discuss." "OK," she heard the muffled response. She waited for several minutes debating with herself if she should be doing what she had already started. "I know I look stupid," Jesse muttered as he turned the corner and entered her room. Allie looked him over. He had stuffed he bra with something to give himself breasts, though they were pretty lumpy. Other than that, he actually looked pretty cute. Do a little something with his hair, add a little make-up. He could probably pass as her sister. "No, not really," she tried to assure him. "Your boobs look terrible but we can probably find something to fix that." Jesse smiled and it warmed her heart to see. She watched as he crossed her room to a full-length mirror and looked himself over. He squeezed his breasts trying to smooth them out, but it really didn't help. She let him do what he wanted for a while and then he turned and took a seat on the desk chair moving very much the way she had sat in his room. The dress he was wearing was longer than her skirt but still he moved like he was born to it. "How do you feel?" she asked. "Wonderful," he answered, and his face turned scarlet. "You aren't about to blow your load, are you?" she giggled. "No," he squirmed a bit in his seat. "But I am really nervous. I can't believe you are letting me do this." "To be honest, I can't believe it either," she admitted. "But I'd be more worried about you not feeling like you have someone to talk to. You are my brother, though right now you look like my sister. I want you to be able to talk to me about things." "Are you going to let me wear more of your things?" he asked. "I'm not sure about that," she answered. "But maybe we can work something out. You have about an hour, maybe less, til Mom gets home. We can see if we can make your boobs look better, or you can just do whatever you like until you have to change back." Jesse got up and rushed over to Allie and hugged her tight. She felt his fake breasts press against her and hesitated for a moment. Then she wrapped her arms around Jesse and squeezed back. She could feel the bra he wore beneath the dress she had given him to wear. It was still very odd for her to think about, but her brother was so happy. "Thank you," he told her and stepped back. "So, do you have any ideas for my boobs?" Allie laughed. There was a line she never expected to hear from her brother. "Not sure, maybe we can look something up on the web and see what they suggest." They sat together at the computer and did a search. They were surprised by the number of sites that had suggestions. They decided to try an easy one and Allie pulled a pair of pantyhose from her drawer. They went to the kitchen and found a large container of rice. "Hopefully Mom won't realize some of this is missing. Allie poured some in a measuring cup then dumped them into the toe of one side, did the same for the other. Tied them off, cut it off and hefted it some. "I think this is pretty good, soft enough the bra won't get all lumpy. Give it a try." She handed them to Jesse. When he returned she could see the improvement. "I think they look good. What do you think?" "Great!" he shimmied his shoulders, "and they feel better than balled up socks or underwear." They laughed and decided to just hang out for a while until their mother got home. As they moved around doing things Jesse couldn't help but watch her brother. She knew from seeing other boys trying to look up her dress how obvious she was being at times, but she just couldn't help herself. "You better go change," Allie told him. She was disheartened by the way his face transitioned from joy to sadness. "Mom will be home soon, and this might be tough to explain. Unless you want to try?" "No, you're right," and just as he answered they heard a car pulling up. He took off on a run for his room, Allie watched his dress flapping behind him til he turned out of sight. She went to the kitchen door to meet her mother and see if she needed any help. "Allie-girl, tell Jesse to get out here and help, I may have over-done the shopping a bit," her mother called when she opened the door. "OK," she called back and hoped Jesse was a quick-change artist. "Jesse," she called from just outside his door, "Mom wants you to help bring the stuff in. Are you changed yet?" "Almost," he answered. "What should I do with your clothes?" "For now just toss them in your closet," she answered. "We'll deal with it later." She turned and started back to the kitchen when she heard Jesse's door open. They got everything inside and their mother started pressing them on what they did while she was gone. "Mom," Allie answered. "I went to Jesse and we talked about some things. He is worried about finding a job this summer, about growing up, about girls, all the usual stuff. He's fine." "Jesse," Mom asked, "is that all it is that's got you upset?" "Yeah, Mom," he answered and glanced at Allie. "Allie was great. I feel a whole lot better now." "Well, good," she smiled at them. "But you know, you can always talk to my or you father about these things. We didn't come into this world all grown up. We had to deal with the same sort of problems too." "OK, Mom," they both answered. "I'm going to go out for a while," Allie told her. "I've got some things to do in my room, then I'll be out. OK?" "Yeah, sure," her mother answered. "Thanks for staying in while I was gone." Allie headed toward her room. A few moments later Jesse came in and dumped a pile of clothes on her bed. "Thanks," he whispered. "We'll talk about this more later," she whispered back. She loved the smile she got in return as he crept away. Allie sat in the office, dressed in a black skirt and cream blouse. She felt the interview went well, she was worried the fact that she would be leaving for college in a couple months might hurt her chances of landing this hostess job but so far it seemed good. She sat quietly waiting for the manager to finish reading the sheet he held. "All right, Allison," he finally looked up. "I think you would be a good fit here as one of our hostesses. Dress code for the position is black dress, short, not too low cut. You can be sexy if you like but not too sexy. We don't want wives or girlfriends getting upset because their date is staring at our people. If you wear hose, they are to be nude or black. Also, heels, I would suggest not anything too high, you will be on your feet all night. Any questions?" Allison lit up inside. She was finally able to ditch the fast-food job. While he was explaining she pictured herself leading customers to their table looking elegant in her dress. An image of her brother came to her also dressed for the hostess job. It surprised her and she quickly pushed it aside. "Yes, just one, when would you like me to start?" "Can you be here Friday evening at 4:30? We'll have you shadow Elisa to learn the ropes and we'll provide you with a work schedule then as well." "That's perfect," Allison grinned. She stood up, smoothed her skirt down and reached over to shake the manager's hand. "Thank you for the opportunity." "See you Friday." Allison turned and had to hold herself from running out of the office she was so excited. Once she got to her car she started planning. The money she had saved from the other job would have to go toward buying some dresses, but the new salary would replace it fast enough. She remembered the image of her brother coming to her. She would have to be sure he stayed out of her dresses for work. A conversation she wasn't sure about having. Later that evening they all sat down to dinner and she shared the news to her family about her new job. "Going to be working a lot of evenings," her father pointed out. "that place doesn't open for lunch. Won't you miss spending this last summer with your friends?" "Well, it isn't going to be every night," she informed him. "And besides, I'll have the days and I won't be standing over a fryer all the time." "I'm very proud of you, Allie-girl," her mother beamed. "Thanks, Mom," she felt the warmth creep up her from the compliment. "Tomorrow I am going to have to go do some dress shopping. I need a few black dresses for this job. I can't just keep wearing the same one over and over." "Can I go with you?" Jesse popped in. "You want to go dress shopping with your sister?" his father asked. "Oh, um, no," Jesse back-pedaled. "I was just thinking that she was probably going to the mall and that I could go to the Game Stop while she was shopping. I go for my license next week, so I am still begging rides when I can." "Sure," Allie answered, "I'll let you come along." "Thanks," Jesse quickly made himself busy eating again. The next morning Allie got ready for the day putting on a lilac sundress. She went to Jesse's room and knocked on the door. "You ready?" The door opened. "Yeah, all set." They said bye to their mom and got in the car. "Game Stop?" Allie started the car. "I just had to come up with something," he explained. "I wanted a chance to talk to you first about going to the mall and then when you said you were going, I just got too excited." "So, what do you really want?" Allie asked. "I had a lot of fun the other day when you let me dress up in your clothes, I think you did too, but I think it kind of bothered you a little too," he hesitated to see if Allie had anything to add. "Yeah," she decided to tell him how she felt about it. She also wasn't totally sure how she felt but she'd share what she could. "I did have a lot of fun that day. It was fun to think I had a sister for a few minutes. But," she hesitated for a moment. She could see Jesse twisting his hands together, "while I might not mind sharing a dress with my sister, I don't think I'd be sharing my underwear." "Oh, yeah, I can understand that," Jesse answered. "You would still share your other clothes with, um, her though?" "Not the dresses I am buying today," she answered sternly. "I need them for work and don't want to put one on and find it wrinkled. Understand?" She listened for an answer wondering if he caught the implication of what she said. She was about to make it clearer when he broke the silence. "It might be tough, but I could live with that," Jesse answered and sat up a little straighter in his excitement. "I've saved some money; would you help me buy some underwear today?" "I think I could do that," she laughed. They got to the mall and went to one of the larger stores. Allie found a sales rack with several styles of black dresses on it. As she sorted through them picking out a few to try on she saw Jesse trying not to look at them. "Jesse," she called out just a little louder than necessary, "do you think you could help me look." "Oh, sure," he answered and practically attacked the rack. They both worked their way through the dresses and Allie ended up with a half dozen dresses she wanted to try on. She went to the dressing room but before she went in, she turned, "Take a look around and see if there is anything else I might like, please." That would give him an excuse to look over the dresses. She tried on all the dresses and would go out and have Jesse tell her what he thought about each. It was funny because suddenly she felt his opinion was more valid than before. She could see he looked at the dress differently that just some frock on his sister. Yes, he probably tried to picture himself in it, but that was bothering her less and less as the seconds ticked off. In the end she took 5 of the 6. Jesse turned his nose up at the one she didn't take saying the dress just moved wrong on her and didn't look right at all. She agreed. Since all 5 were 60-80% off she was able to not spend as much as she thought she would. "Find anything else you thought I might like?" she asked. "Well, yeah," he nodded, "all sorts." "Any one in particular?" she pressed and saw his eyebrows raise up. She nodded. "I think I have space in my closet for one more dress. Thought I might treat myself since I saved so much money with your help." She could see him trying to hide the smile that crept across his face. "Yes, there is one. I thought it would look really nice, and the material felt really nice." She followed him to another rack, and he pulled a dress from the rack. It was one of those sheer dresses with a slip underneath. There was a ruffle at the bottom that would be just above the knee in the front and down near the ankle in the back. She looked at the tag and decided it was doable. "Well, that is very pretty. I think I'll have to get it too." She took her purchases to the counter and paid for them. The cashier slipped a plastic bag over the top of them and they left the store. "Um, Allie," Jesse whispered. "Weren't we going to look for some other things?" "Yes, Jesse," she answered, "but we can find some nice things somewhere else. You, I mean, I'd spend two or three times as much here as some other places." "Oh, ok," Jesse calmed down a bit. They drove off to another store that dealt in a bit of everything. The quality and selection might not have been as good as what they might have found at the mall, but they would suffice. They walked inside and Allie went straight to the lingerie section. She glanced around and saw there wasn't anyone nearby. "OK, first, I wear a 34C bra and that worked well the other day, so look for something in that size. Panties are medium. Look around, decided what you want, and what you can afford. You can give me the money and I'll pay for them, ok?" "What if someone we know sees me picking these things out?" Jesse looked around. "That's the chance you'll take," she told him. "You need to decide what you want and I think I would feel weird picking out something like this," she picked up a pair of lacy white panties, "for my brother to wear under the dress I just bought him." "OK!" he whispered. She idly browsed things while watching him alternate between looking at the panties and bras and looking over his shoulder. If someone from the store was watching him, they might think he was trying to shoplift something, she thought to herself. She held a basket on her arm and occasionally he would drop something into it. In the end she was surprised by the number of things he accumulated: several panties, a couple bras, and some pantyhose. "Are you sure you have enough to pay for all this?" she started toward the checkout. "Yeah, I added it as I went and allowed for sales tax," he dug into his pocket and handed her a stack of folded over bills. They went through the checkout with no problems and got back to the car. "You did quite well," Allie praised him. "Here's your change." She handed back a much smaller stack. "Thanks," Jesse answered. "I can't wait to be able to try some of these things on." "I'll keep the dress in my closet like I said," Allie told him, "but you will need to find a place for your underwear in your own room, ok?" "Yeah, I've been working on that," Jesse answered. "Got it all figured out." "OK, Allie-girl," her mom leaned into her doorway, "your dad and I are heading out for the evening. We shouldn't be too late. I want you to know how much I appreciate you staying in with Jesse. I know he is old enough to be home by himself, but I just feel better you being here with him. He just seems so much happier these passed couple weeks." "Hey, I love spending time with him," Allie answered. "We've found some things to talk about and in a few weeks, I'll be leaving for college and we won't be able to have this time. So it works out well for both of us." "Don't remind me about you leaving!" she shrieked. "It is going to kill me watching you drive off that day. I don't want to suffer before it has to happen." "Mom," Allie went to her and hugged her. "It will be just a few hours drive. Too far to be coming home every weekend, but close enough to come back once in a while, and for Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and all that. I'm not going away forever." "I know, I know," she pulled back and wiped at a tear. "I'm still going to miss having my Allie-girl at home." "Well, for now, you need to stop keeping Dad waiting," Allie commanded. "Go have a good time and I will see you in the morning. She watched her mom walk away and wipe at another tear as she went. Finally, she heard the door close. As soon as it did Jesse came running from his room dressed in a bra and panties. She snickered, not that she thought he looked strange, but at his enthusiasm in wanting to play dress-up. Tonight, she promised him he could wear one of her black dresses because so far as she could tell he had kept his promise about not wearing her work clothes. She was going to let him wear the one with a short full skirt, scoop neck and short sleeves. It would be off to the dry cleaners tomorrow. They had been playing at this for a couple weeks whenever they had the house to themselves. At first, Allie was uncomfortable with Jesse's choices in panties, many of them were pretty see-through, but over time they actually became comfortable being around each other in their underwear, changing dresses as they played. She handed him her dress and peeled off her outer clothes to grab another of her work dresses as part of tonight's playtime. She stepped into the closet, pulled the dress off the hanger (short, form-fitting, with long lace sleeves) and was pulling it on when she heard... "Hey Allie! What's up?" Allie felt goosebumps break out over her body and quickly finished pulling the dress down her body. She came out of the closet to see Jesse standing in the middle of the room in the dress she had given him staring at the door. "What? How did you get in here?" she was finally able to ask. "Saw your folks getting into the car, they told me you were here and your mom let me in before they left," Helen answered. "Have to say, I didn't expect to find this. Jesse, you look really cute! A little make- up and hairspray and you could work as a hostess." Allie saw Jesse's head turn to look at her in a panic. "Relax, Jesse," she tried to assure him. "I think she really means it. I've told you before how cute you look. She sounded like she was being serious." "As a heart attack," Helen walked in and sat on the bed. "Your boobs look great, really natural. How'd you do them? Mind if I feel them? Come here." Allie saw Jesse look back and forth between them, she nodded to him, "If you want, it's ok." Jesse turned and took a could steps toward Helen. He pulled at his dress to make certain it was on him as best he could. Allie watched as Helen reached up and gave Jesse's breasts a test squeeze, "Nice," she commented. Then she reached down and started to lift the hem of Jesse's dress. Jesse jumped back and pushed down on the dress to prevent it from being lifted. "Hey!" "Sorry, I was just curious as to what sort of underwear you had on," Helen said matter of factly. "I could feel the bra, felt lacy." "You'd slap the crap out of some guy that tried that with you," Allie pointed out, "what made you think he'd want you lifting up his dress?" "You're right. I'm sorry, Jesse," Helen apologized. "That was insensitive of me. I've just never been around a guy in a dress before. If Allie told me she had bought some new sexy underwear, I would have lifted her skirt to look." "That's why I never tell you anything like that," Allie snickered. "You'd have done it right in the middle of the cafeteria. You have no shame." "So, what's up? Planning on doing anything special?" Helen asked. "You aren't weirded out because I'm wearing a dress?" Jesse asked. "Nah," Helen answered. "What bothers me is that you two look like you are going to a fancy party and I'm here in shorts looking like some shlub." "I have a dress you could change into," Allie offered. "Might be a little tight on you but it is fairly stretchy." "Great, bring it on," Helen answered. Allie went back into the closet and found an older black dress she had worn to a company party her dad had brought her to last year. She could have worn it as a work dress, and still planned to if she got into a jam, but for tonight Helen could wear it. "If you want to head to the bathroom to change," she left the closet and stopped. "That's ok," Helen answered standing there in silverish bra and panties, "it's just us girls here, right?" Allie giggled because she couldn't help herself seeing Jesse standing there staring at Helen. She handed her the dress, "Here you go, good thing your underwear isn't as see-through as Jesse's. You might have given him a heart attack." "Really," Helen answered as she pulled the dress over her head and onto her body. "You lending him your good stuff?" "No," Allie replied. "We made an agreement a couple months ago that he would get his own underwear and not wear my work dresses. Tonight, I gave him this one to wear because it is going to the cleaners tomorrow and I thought he would really look nice in it." "Well, you were right there," Helen checked the neckline on the dress, it was low enough that she made sure her bra wasn't showing after adjusting herself to make her cleavage show a little more. "N-n-ice boobs," Jesse offered nervously. Both girls cracked up laughing. "Want a feel?" Helen asked. "No, just kidding," she turned away as Jesse started to reach. "Unless you want to show me your panties?" Jesse dropped his hand and shook his head. "So, now what? How much time do we have?" Helen asked. "I'm assuming Mom and Dad don't know about these little games of yours." "No," Allie answered. "not so far as I know at least. Usually we just do whatever we want to: TV, games, talk. And tonight, we should have until after midnight some time." "Lots of time then," Helen grinned. "Ever do each other's make-up? I'd love to get Jesse all made up." "What do you think, Jesse?" Allie asked. "We would be able to get it all off when we are done. You haven't talked about make-up before." "I've been scared to think about it," he answered. "Are you sure it will come off?" "I haven't got anything that won't come off," Allie assured him. "Great! Sounds like a yes to me," Helen answered. "Let's get busy." The girls went to work transforming Jesse's face. They'd do some work on him, then on themselves. After Allie finished putting a red lipstick on Jesse, she turned to the mirror to do her own. "Wow," Jesse looked in the mirror. "I look like a real girl." "Yes," Helen answered. She was brushing Jesse's hair and using some hairspray to add body and arrange it just so. "Helen," Jesse started, "why didn't you freak out more when you saw me when you came in? It almost seemed like you expected it." Allie felt a cold pit form in her stomach. She felt like she had betrayed her brother's trust and now he was going to find out. She only talked about it that one day, but maybe that was enough. "Well," Helen continued messing with his hair, "one day your sister came to us and we could tell she was very upset, so we got her to tell us why and she told us about her brother wearing her panties. There, what do you think?" Allie waited for Jesse to erupt, to accuse her of betrayal. "It looks very nice," Jesse turned his head looking at the sides. "I think I could go anywhere, and nobody would know I was really a boy." He hesitated for a moment. "Who is 'us'? You said 'tell us why'." "It was me and Didi," Helen turned to the mirror and started messing with her own hair. "She hadn't told us anything since then but I figured you either got it out of your system being embarrassed by getting caught, or she would start trying to help you out so you wouldn't get caught again and to keep you out of her very personal belongings. When I came in tonight, I got my answer. One thing, we asked her if she thought you might be gay and she said she didn't know. Are you?" Allie was amazed at how matter of fact Helen was in telling the story. So far, Jesse hadn't seemed to decide which way he was going to react. She was holding her breath waiting to see what he would say next. "No, not gay," Jesse answered staring at himself in the mirror. "I thought you might have figured that out when I was staring at you earlier in your underwear. But," he continued to look at himself turning this way and that, "I'd definitely date someone who looks like this. So, does that make me gay?" Allie burst out laughing as much in relief as at the joke he had made. Perhaps she had done this just right. "Allie," Jesse turned to her. "I understand. I know you were upset with me but thank you for not telling Mom and Dad. I think if I had found out you told Helen and Didi any other way than I did tonight, I would have died from embarrassment." Allie leaned over and hugged Jesse. "I'm so glad things have worked out like this." "Why don't we go out," Helen suddenly suggested. "Be a shame to waste all this work on the three of us." "And where do you think we could go?" Allie asked. "How about the shops across town on Wilmington Ave? Nice for window shopping. Nobody will even notice us," Helen went on. "I'll need different shoes though, the sneakers I wore here don't work with this dress and yours are too small for my feet. Does Jesse have any he can wear?" Allie stopped and thought about it. "Maybe, there is a pair of sandals, got a bit of a heel on them but they are just straps that might fit. But we haven't even found out if he wants to try this. We've never left the house." "What if someone does recognize us?" Jesse asked. "Well, especially you two." "You could be a cousin of Allie's," Helen suggested. "And we are graduated seniors, so nobody from school except other grads would talk to us. It'll be cool! And us walking around with you and nobody else around us knowing will be exciting!" "Well," Jesse looked back in the mirror, "maybe I should try on the shoes first." Allie was stunned. Playing here at the house was one thing, but going out? It never occurred to her that it would go that far. But rather than object she got up and went to the closet to fetch two pairs of shoes. She came back and handed Jesse the pair she had mentioned and slipped her feet into a pair of heels she had gotten for herself. She knew at that point that if the shoes fit him, they would be going out. She watched as he pushed his foot into the shoe, it was tight, he wouldn't be able to wear them long, but he got them on. He stood up and wobbled a little then took a tentative step. He tested his weight and took another step. She watched as his ankle wiggled back and forth and had a sudden image of having to take him to the emergency room with a broken or sprained ankle. But as he continued to move, he got steadier. He stumbled once and fell toward the bed, he reached out with one hand and caught himself before he fell, his other hand grabbed at the back of his dress keeping it from flipping up. "Now that was impressive," Helen remarked. Jesse straightened up and proceeded to walk out of the room. A couple moments later he looked back in the door, "Well, are we going? We don't have all night!" "I'll drive," Helen grinned, "need to stop by my house and get some shoes." They got settled into the car, Jesse in the back, Allie in the passenger seat. "Thank you, Helen, for driving," Jesse told her. "I can appreciate not trying to climb into the back seat of Allie's car in this dress. I don't think it would be that easy in a 2-door." "My pleasure," Helen answered. Allie sat there with all sorts of thoughts going through her head. She was more nervous for Jesse than anything. She wondered if he was nervous at all but seemed totally at ease in his new persona. What if they got home and the folks were already there? What if someone they knew did see them? What if someone decided to harass them? Most of these things could happen any time she was out but she was so worried for her brother. Helen stopped at her house and went inside. "Jesse," Allie turned to look into the back, "are you sure about this? I mean, I just don't want anything to happen to you." "I'm fine," he smiled, a red streak visible on one of his teeth. "OK, I just never realized how many things could go wrong just being out like this until I started thinking about you in this situation," she explained. "And how many times has something happened?" he reached out and put a hand on her arm. "We'll be fine." "OK," Allie sighed. "By the way, you've got some lipstick on your teeth." She reached up and rubbed her teeth with her finger to show him what to do. He mimicked her and gave her a smile when he thought it should be clean. Allie smiled back and nodded. Helen came back to the car. "OK, all set. Let's go." They drove along and Allie listened as Helen asked Jesse questions about what drove him to start wearing Allie's things, how he felt about it, things that the girls took for granted given that they grew up in girl's things and adjusted their own style as they grew. "Have you worn a long dress or just short ones?" Helen asked. "Mostly short so far," Jesse answered. "My dress is one of those that is knee length in the front and almost to the floor in the back." "Your dress?" Helen answered. "You mean you've bought more than just underwear?" "Just the one," Jesse answered. "Allie bought it for me since it was on sale. She keeps it in her closet so Mom and Dad won't know it's mine." "Any regrets?" Helen asked. "I wish I'd gotten caught sooner," he giggled. "Why?" Allie asked. "Because, we've had so much fun together since you caught me," Jesse told her. "I mean I love getting to wear my things, and some of your things, but I really like us having our dress up nights. When Helen came in I thought everything was over, but it turns out we might be having the best night yet! I'm just so glad we are together." Helen parked in the public lot nearby. It was dark now, so she chose a place close to the street and under a lamp. They got out and strolled toward the street. They decided to walk north first, window shopping along the way. They would stop and look in some windows. Talk about things they saw, especially at clothing stores. "What are you looking for?" Allie asked Helen. "You keep looking up and down the street." "OK," Helen confessed, "Didi texted me while I was getting my shoes. I told her we were coming here to walk around. I didn't tell her about Jesse figuring if she decided to show up, I wanted to see how long it would take her to figure it out." "Oh, Helen, you didn't," Allie accused her. "That's not right to take that chance with Jesse." "It's ok, Allie," Jesse answered. "I'm already out here in the open, we've been seen by dozens of people and nobody seems to be paying us any more attention than usual. If Didi shows up, she's another friend of yours that already knows a little bit. Hopefully, she'll be as cool about it as Helen was." "Well, if she isn't, we'll be heading home in a hurry," Allie huffed. "Agreed, but I'm sure she'll be fine," Helen answered. "Unless she decided to bring someone else with her." "What are you talking about?" Allie asked. "Who would she bring?" "Her sister," Helen answered. "Look." She pointed back down the street over Allie's shoulder. Allie turned and looked and saw two girls in short black dresses heading toward them. Didi waved. No way to disappear now. She turned to Helen and gave her a scowl. Helen shrugged in answer. "Hey!" Didi called, "when Helen told me you were playing dress up and coming down here to walk the stores, I thought what a great idea! And, since Kendra was just sitting doing nothing, I thought why not invite her along. Not going to be seeing my sister much once I leave for college. Who's this?" "Um, Didi," Allie was stuck. This wasn't the way she thought things would go even thinking about all the things she thought could go wrong. "This is, um." "Jesse?" Kendra leaned in toward Jesse. "Is that really you?" Jesse looked around for a moment, then straightened up, "Yeah, it's me." "Oh my God!" Didi blurted. "Allie, you never told us. Oh my, you look amazing! I never would have known if, uh, Kendra, how did you know?" "His eyes," she blushed. "Even with the make-up I know his eyes." "OK," Allie butted in and looked around. "First of all, could you just pretend she is my sister so if anyone overhears us talking they won't think to look closer?" Everyone nodded. "Why didn't you tell me Allie was bringing her sister?" Didi asked Helen. "I wanted it to be a surprise, I didn't expect you to bring your sister," she tried to defend herself. "Well, tonight is full of surprises," Jesse added. "Why don't we continue our walk, unless you think we need to head home, Allie." "Is there going to be a problem?" Allie asked Kendra more than anyone else. She was the unknown element. "Not from me," Kendra answered. "I think she is really cute. I'd like to spend some time with her." Allie was stunned. She looked at Didi who was looking equally in shock. Helen laughed, "you ought to feel her breasts." Kendra and Didi both looked at Helen confused. "Ignore her, please," Allie shook her head and pushed everyone to start walking again. The sidewalk wasn't wide enough to walk all side by side. Allie, Helen and Didi walked along with Jesse and Kendra walking ahead of them. Allie watched her brother strolling along, his dress flipping back and forth in the rhythm of his steps, his feet moving along in the heels without a problem. They crossed the street at where the shops ended and began coming back the other side. "Oh! Ice cream. Let's go in, my treat since I could have messed up everything tonight," Helen offered. "I'll let you buy since you offered, but don't feel guilty, I think everything is working out amazing," Allie answered. "Have you noticed that Jesse and Kendra keep starting to reach for each other's hand?" Allie whispered to Didi. "I think if Jesse wasn't wearing a dress they would already be planning a first date." "Kendra is totally smitten," Didi whispered as they watched them go to the display and select their ice cream. "I guess she doesn't mind a boy with a bit of a girl in him." "A bit? Have you looked at him? I think he may have more girl in him than I do," Allie snickered. They got all their ice creams and decided to take a booth to sit in while they ate. She watched Jesse carefully slide over to make room for Kendra. She was more amazed by everything he did that just seemed so natural. They finished their desserts and went back out to finish their walk. When they got to the parking lot Kendra turned to Jesse. "Do you go out like this a lot?" she asked him. "No, this is actually the first time," he answered. "It's the first time I've worn make-up too. Usually it is just Allie and me playing dress-up at home. This is her dress, she let me borrow it." "Oh, because I've had a lot of fun tonight, and I thought it might be fun to do it again," she blushed. "Not to interrupt here," Allie stepped in trying to be protective. "But our parents don't know about this, and if anyone at your school were to find out..." "Oh no!" Kendra interrupted. "I would never say anything at school. I know there are plenty of jerks that would do something terrible, both boys and girls. But, I like this side of you and, if you can't come out like this, well, I'd still like to go out with you as a boy." Allie turned and looked at Didi who just shrugged and smiled. "I'd like that," Jesse answered. They went to exchanging phone numbers while the other girls waited. Back in the car Allie turned to Jesse, "I can't believe I lend my brother a little black dress, we get him all made up to look like a high school girl that nobody could tell the difference without looking under his dress and he ends up coming home with a date." "I can't believe it either," Jesse answered, "I always thought she was too pretty for me to talk to, so I just pretended to ignore her." Helen laughed. "She has been trying to get Didi to get Allie to help introduce you to her. Imagine, two kids who won't meet finally do because the boy likes wearing dresses, gets taken out as a girl and meets the girl and they are a match. Nobody would ever believe that story." They got back to Allie's house and she was relieved to see her parent's car wasn't there yet. They walked into the house and into Allie's room. Allie went and sat on her bed, Jesse moved to the chair and looked in the mirror, Helen just immediately pulled her dress off and handed it back to Allie. "Thanks, that was fun." Allie looked at Jesse to see if he was staring at Helen again while she was putting her original clothes back on, but he seemed to be just staring at himself in the mirror. He let out a sigh. "What's the matter, Jesse," she asked. "I wish I could do this more," he sighed. "I had so much fun tonight. I was terrified of what might happen if I got caught but I wanted to try. Then, after I did get found out and everyone was so supportive of how I looked I didn't care anymore. What do you think would happen if Mom and Dad came home and I just walked out to meet them like this?" "Total freak out," Allie told him. "Listen, Jesse, what we did tonight was risky but we were pretty careful. I don't know Kendra that well but don't do anything to piss her off. If she were to get angry at you and decide to tell some folks about how you met what do you think life at school would be like? And as far as Mom and Dad go, I don't think either one would just be like 'Oh, look, Jesse in a dress! You look so cute!'. It would be more like 'What the hell do you think you are doing? Allison, what did you do to your brother?'. And a lecture would follow that is a lot longer than what I am trying to tell you now." "We ought to help him get that make-up off," Helen suggested. "It is getting late and there is no telling when your folks will get home now." "Yeah, you're right," Allie got up and went to her brother. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and hugged him. "I just think you need to be really careful, especially if you want to keep doing things like this." "I guess you're right," he wrapped his arms over hers and squeezed. To her surprise he stood up and pulled his dress off then sat back down. "It's just us girls here, right Helen?" "Seemed like it, but those panties seem to beg to differ," she grinned. "Pretty sheer. If things go on with you and Kendra, I think she'll be pleased." "Stop it," Allie blurted out. "I don't want to think about things like that with my brother. "I was used to seeing him in his bra and panties without really looking at him. Now, it is going to be har--- difficult to do that." "Sorry," Helen giggled. "Just couldn't help but notice." They helped him get all the make-up off, washed the hairspray out of his hair and sent him off to his room to put on his usual clothes. "Do you think I'm a bad sister for helping him dress up?" Allie asked Helen as she began changing for bed. "I was serious about what I said about how dangerous it could be for him. I don't want him to get beaten up or worse." "I think you are a great sister," Helen assured her. "If you had tried to stop him, or told your parents back when you first discovered him in your panties do you think it would have stopped him? Seriously, I think you would have scared him away for a short time, but you saw him walking around in that dress and those heels. He wasn't uncertain of himself at all, he was one of the girls tonight and loving it. I think you really allowed him to live a fantasy. Now, with your warning to think about he has a good foundation on what he might want to do next." "Thanks, I hope you're right." Allie walked Helen to the door and saw her out. Then she went to check on Jesse. "How you doing, kid?" she leaned in his doorway. He was already in bed. "Great," he answered. "I really did have a wonderful time tonight. And I did listen to what you said. I will be careful." "Good, I just don't want to see you hurt," Allie told him. "It was nice having my sister with my gang tonight. Ought to be interesting to see how things work out between you and Kendra." "I like her," Jesse grinned. "I hope it works out. I also wish I had a nightgown like that." Allie stepped further into the room and held the short cotton nightie out a bit. "This? It's comfortable, good for summer. But I don't think it would be a good idea for you to be wearing one to bed." "I know," Jesse sighed, "Mom and Dad would throw a fit." "Sorry," Allie giggled. "I'm beat, I'm going to bed. Sleep well, dream well." "I hope I dream about walking around the stores in that little black dress," he rolled over. "Me, too," she whispered and pulled his door closed. "Oooooo, my Allie-girl is home from college!" Allie's mom cried as she walked in the door. "Hi Mom." She hugged her. "It's only been a few months, not like I've been gone for years." "I know but it felt like years to me," she told her. "Your Dad misses you too, but Jesse really has missed you." "How's everyone?" Allie asked wanting to really know about Jesse more than her Dad but didn't want her Mom to think she only cared about him. "Sorry I haven't taken the time to write, or e-mail but things at school have been crazy busy. When I do get a break, mostly I sleep." "Well, your Dad's about the same, travelling so often for work," she went on to explain. "But Jesse, oh Lord." "What? What's wrong with Jesse?" she felt a bit of panic settle over her. "Well, nothing is really wrong," her mother went on, "but we are going to have to have Thanksgiving lunch tomorrow because he wants to spend dinner at his girlfriend's." "His girlfriend's? Sounds serious," Allie felt relief wash over her. "Seems like it but you know how first relationships go," her mom went on, "and you should see him. He won't get his hair cut. Says Kendra likes it long on him. He is starting to look like a girl. I just don't get it." "Oh, Mom," Allie chuckled. "You know how kids are. First it is more important to be accepted, so you go along and you do things to fit in, then somewhere along the way you find your own path and it becomes more important that people accept you as you are. Who knows? Maybe he really wants long hair, and his girlfriend has just provided him with the excuse to do it." "Allie!" Jesse rushed through the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so glad you're home!" "Just for a couple days, got to go back but I'll be home for Christmas break," she explained. "Yeah, I know," he answered. "So, how's things going with Kendra?" Allie pressed. "Mom says you are having dinner with her family tomorrow night." "Yeah, things are great," Jesse answered. "School has been even better since we hang out between classes, and lunch and stuff. I even pick her up for school in my car." "Yeah, I saw a car out there," Allie snickered. "Hey, there isn't anything wrong with my car," Jesse became defensive. "It might be old but it runs good, dependable." "No, I'm sorry, you're right," Allie hugged him again. "It's great to see you again." "Why don't you two go find something to do, catch up or whatever," their mom told them. "I've still got some prep work to do for tomorrow and you are in my way." "Sure you don't want some help?" Allie asked. "Nope, all good. Now go." Allie went to her room, Jesse followed and once inside he pushed the door closed. "Things have been so great with Kendra," Jesse gushed. "We go out to movies and ice cream and stuff a lot. And sometimes, when we can find a way to be by ourselves we play around doing each other's make-up, and I dress up and she puts on a dress and we go off somewhere to walk around like we did that night. We don't get to do it much but is it so special when we do. She loves that I like doing it, and I love that she dresses up for me too." "You are using that L word a lot for a relationship that's only been going on for a few months," she pointed out. "I hope you aren't moving too fast. Don't want you getting into any trouble." "Come on, Allie," Jesse groused, "you sound like Mom and Dad. We aren't doing that, yet at least, and we don't plan on it any time soon. But, last time we went out I let her reach up my skirt." Allie felt a bolt of shock run through her. Was it because she had to deal with the knowledge that her brother was sexually active? Or was it because even though he told her they were dressing up he just actually mentioned wearing a skirt? "Uh, really." "Yeah, it was great," Jesse sighed. "I thought we might get to that point soon so for the last couple dates I had been making sure I wore really nice parties, even under my regular clothes. Nothing happened, just kissing. Then we decided to take a drive and play dress up a little. We were parking by the lake, I felt her hand on my leg while we were kissing so I put my hand on her leg. She moved higher, so I did too." "OK, I get the picture," Allie stopped him. "I really don't want to hear the details." "Sorry," Jesse blushed. "No, I'm sorry," Jesse told him. "I'm thrilled you feel like you can talk to me about these things, I'm just not ready to hear the gory details." "OK," Jesse laughed. "But you said 'your skirt'," Allie pointed out. "Did you mean the dress from my closet?" "Well, no, not that time," Jesse grinned. "You might have a few extra things hanging in your closet that you didn't have before. Kendra has helped me with some shopping, and I've gotten pretty good about sneaking things in and out of your room. On the positive side, I don't get into Mom's things at all now so the chances of getting caught are really low." "I don't know how to feel about this," Allie shook her head. "Proud that you have taken charge of your happiness and found a good girlfriend that can help you? Or disgusted that you have become such a deceitful sneak?" "I vote proud," Jesse grinned. "Yeah, me too," she reached out and hugged him. "So, why don't you show me what sort of things you've been storing in my closet" They talked more about Allie's life at college and things going on at home while Jesse pulled a couple skirts, blouses and a new dress from the closet to show until Mom called them to come to dinner. "Allie," Jesse grabbed her arm before she opened the door. He embraced her. "I just want to say thank you again. And tell you I love you so much." Allie felt his grip tighten and hugged him back. A tear leaked down the side of her face out of the pure joy she felt. In all the ways she had hoped to be a big sister to Jesse, the last one that would have occurred to her was helping him become her part-time little sister.