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PETRA
Peter entered his sister's bedroom and headed immediately to the dresser.
Opening the top drawer he began to sort through their underwear until he
finally selected a pair of white nylon knickers. He loved this
particular pair with the frills about the bottoms and the cute bow at the
front. He had tried them on several times and once had even gone to the
pub wearing them. As he held them in his hands he recalled what a buzz
he got that evening.
Today he was not going out; today he was just going to dress up. He had
been rained-off at the building site where he worked as a carpenter and
was sure he had the house to himself. He quickly undressed and in no
time was putting on "his" knickers, then fastening on a white bra, which
although was not part of a matching set, but it did have a lace front
which he liked.
Then over to the wardrobe and again he grabbed his favourite dress, a
pink summer dress covered in red roses which he knew belonged to Sarah.
He slipped into it and adjusted his bra straps to ensure that were
visible. This was always a turn on for him. He then turned to the full
length mirror over in the corner and began swaying as if he was dancing
and began to sing.
In as much of a girly voice possible out came "I feel pretty, oh so
pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay. And I pity any girl who isn't
me tonight." He did not feel one bit ridiculous as he swished the hem of
the dress and continued to sway as he sang.
He stopped dead as he thought he heard a cough or a suppressed laugh
coming from one of the beds. In alarm he looked around and yes maybe
there was someone in it. His sisters were never very tidy, seldom made
up their beds and the covers were always in a heap. He was not game
enough to go closer and check if it was occupied instead just as quickly
as he had undressed and dressed up he repeated the operation but the
other way around.
Shaking, he put everything back in its place and rushed out of his
sister's bedroom. Peter was twenty and had just finished a carpentry
apprenticeship. He was two years older than his twin sisters, Sarah and
June. It was not difficult to pick them as sisters but they were
definitely not identical twins. Sarah was working as a hairdresser and
was considered the wild one, whereas June worked for a law firm and was
thought of as the sensible one.
They shared everything, clothes, jewellery and sometimes even boyfriends.
When they were out together in company they had an amusing habit of
finishing off each other's sentences. The fact that they shared clothes
made it possible for Peter to cross-dress when no-one was about. If an
item of clothing was not where it was left it had been moved by one or
other of the girls.
But right now Sarah stuck her head out from underneath the covers and was
smiling to herself as she thought about what she had just witnessed. She
could not help herself from laughing as she repeated the words of Peter's
song. "So he feels pretty, does he now? I just can't wait until June
gets home."
She recalled years earlier when their father had walked out and money was
so tight that they often depended on charity to get by. The well
intentioned ladies of the parish charity were regular visitors. The food
parcels were always welcome, but when it came to second hand clothing she
recalled Peter was not a huge fan. He hated heading off to school in
someone else's clothing.
The girls loved getting the clothes. It was like Christmas to them, new
dresses, shoes with the soles intact and of course new underwear and new
pyjamas. Unfortunately for Peter there was the time that the underwear
they gave was a couple of sizes too big for them but not for him. He
found he soon had in his drawer six pairs of girl's school knickers,
three in pink and three in powder blue. They were that old fashioned
style with elastic about the waist and the legs.
He had long ago run out of boy's underpants and undies were undies, boys
or girls; it did not matter according to her mother. So for one horrible
year Peter had worn girl's school knickers. Peter may have been able to
boss his smaller sisters around but they soon found a way of getting back
by teasing him about what he was wearing underneath his pants. Creeping
up behind him to ping the elastic of his knickers was an opportunity
never lost.
But today Sarah had also come home from the hair salon early, pretending
to be ill, when in fact she had a hangover from over indulging the night
before when she had been out on the town. All she wanted to do was
sleep; she did not want to remember last night. Just how far had she
allowed Colin to go? She pushed it from her mind and thought once more
about Peter and humming his song she drifted off to sleep.
Through his early teens Peter never had any urge to cross dress, but
somewhere around the age of 17 it started and since then it became an
urge he found difficulty suppressing. Up till now he was sure no-one
knew. But now he had a hole in his stomach from worry.
Peter did not stay at home, he needed to think, and it scared him to
think there was someone in Sarah's bed. And he also needed a drink.
Supping a few pints with an acquaintance and playing a few games of pool
took his mind off the incident. When he finally did get back home he was
slightly drunk.
June had arrived home before him and she had immediately begun preparing
dinner. Their mother was doing the middle shift on the checkout at the
local supermarket and would not be home until six. She was halfway
through making dinner when Peter arrived in. She could smell the drink
and found out that he had been rained off work. She could not help
herself getting angry.
"The least you could have done was peel a few potatoes instead of
spending the afternoon drinking. You do nothing around here, expect to
be waited on hand and foot. We all contribute to this family and it
would be a great idea if you were to do something around the place. I
blame Mam, she does nothing but spoil you"
Peter who had heard it all before slinked out of the kitchen and headed
for his bedroom saying, "Call me when dinner is ready."
He was sure he heard June swearing as he headed up the stairs. As he was
passing his sister's bedroom on his way to his own Sarah came out on to
the landing. The smirk on her face brought it all back to Peter and he
was now convinced that she had been in the bed while he was dressed in
her clothes dancing in front of the mirror.
He could hear them from the kitchen laughing uproariously. He sensed
that Sarah was telling June what had gone on in their bedroom earlier.
He sat on his bed with his head in his hands wondering what he would say,
was there a way out. Nothing came to mind.
He heard his mother arrive home and a few minutes later she called him to
the table. The first thing he noticed was that Sarah was sitting at the
head of the table in what had become his place since his father had left.
She completely ignored him and he noticed she had an open bottle of beer
in front of her, his beer. He hesitated and finally thought it best to
say nothing and sat in Sarah's place.
June put the food on the table and the two girls helped themselves then
the dish was passed on to their Mother and then finally to Peter. The
food had always been placed before him first and he had always served
himself first. So now with Sarah at the top of the table and June and
her mother facing each other, Peter was happy to be left out of the
conversation, which cantered around their day.
By now the alcohol Peter had drunk earlier had completely worn off and he
was feeling very vulnerable. Clothes, always a popular subject for the
women, was the only topic Sarah and June wanted discussed at the table.
"Bloom's are having a sale tomorrow," said June.
"Oh, they have the most sexy underwear, we should go," beamed Sarah.
"And it's buy two and the third one is free," continued June.
"I've had my eye on a pair of pink lace knickers that I looked at the
last time I was there, but they were so expensive." Said Sarah now
smiling, "Perhaps Peter could contribute something as it sounds like a
real bargain getting three pairs for the price of two. That way we could
all have a pair. Ha, ha"
"What do you say Peter?" June asked.
Peter whose face had turned pink during this exchange and had been
keeping out of the conversation was now forced to reply. Between a cough
and a sputter an "OK" was heard.
His Mother looked across at him and asked if he was all right. "Don't
wolf down your food dear, here let me get you a glass of water," and off
she went to the sink. She felt something was going on between her
children but after eight hours at the checkout she was too tired to let
it concern her. They fought all the time.
With his mother's back to them, that twin trick happened with both girls
pouting their lips as they made an identical face at him.
"Do you think Peter," Sarah began as his mother handed him a glass of
water.
"is handsome?" continued June.
"Very," his mother smiled at him.
"Well I think he is," from Sarah.
"really pretty," June finished.
This was all too much for Peter and his face went from pink to purple in
seconds. He got up and was about to get out of the room as quickly as
possible, but Sarah was not finished.
"Now where on earth do you think you are skiving off to Peter? I'm sure
you promised me you would do the washing up, in fact I know you
promised," she smiled sweetly at him.
So Peter sat back down thinking, "I never do the dishes, that is your
job," but saying nothing. The conversation returned to tomorrow's visit
to Blooms. Every second word from the girls was "pretty." Pretty
dresses, pretty shorts, pretty shoes, pretty nighties and of course
pretty frilly knickers.
Finally Peter was allowed to clear the table and begin the washing up.
His mother went into the living room and they could now hear the TV. The
two girls stayed at the table and supervised Peter doing the dishes,
telling him what went where and how they would do things. He felt he had
no choice but do exactly as he was told.
"Better put on the rubber gloves, sweetie," Sarah leered, "can't have you
getting washerwoman's hands." He slipped his hands into a pair of pink
rubber gloves that were lying by the sink.
There was just no way he stay at home so once again set out for the pub,
wondering if he should just walk past and never come back again. But he
was not brave enough to do that. Friday night and the bar was packed.
He joined a few friends and although they all seemed to be having a great
night he just could not free himself of the happenings of the day.
When he felt it was late enough for everyone at home to be in bed he
decided to make his way back. Sure enough he managed to get to his room
without disturbing anyone. The light in his sister's room was out, but
his Mother was most likely reading as her light was on.
"Is that you, son," his Mother called.
"Yes, good night Mam," he whispered back.
He turned on his light and there lying on his bed was a pink nightie and
the pair of knickers with the lace on the legs and the pretty bow on the
front that he had worn earlier. There was also a hand written note in
capitals "PUT THESE ON BEFORE YOU CLIMB BETWEEN THE SHEETS, PETRA. BE A
GOOD GIRL, PETRA. WE WANT YOU TO FEEL PRETTY. IT REALLY IS IN YOUR
INTERESTS TO PUT ON YOUR NEW NIGHTIE. BE WARNED."
He heard his Mother's light being switched off as he began to undress.
He did not know what to do. What would happen if he ignored them. They
could make his life hell. After what he suffered tonight at the dinner
table he knew what they were capable of. He did not want everyone to
know what he gets up to. He especially did not want his Mother to find
out. They might even tell his girlfriend. Gail would be so angry she
would make sure everybody knew.
He thought back to when he was a child and remembered when his mother had
him wear knickers because she said she could not afford boys underpants.
He remembered how his sisters had laughed at him. All three of them off
to bed wearing knickers. But in his case he was wearing old fashioned
school knickers. Now 11 years later he was haunted by the memories.
Naked he put on the knickers and despite everything that had happened
felt himself getting aroused. He then picked up the nightie and finally
recognised it as one of his Mother's old ones. He wondered where his
sisters had dug it up. He remembered night in his Mother's bed as a
child when she was wearing it. He had loved it; it was mainly pink with
white lace around the neck and hem, with puffy short sleeves which also
had a white lace trim. He put it on and was further aroused with the
feel of it on his body and climbed into bed. Somehow he did not think he
was going to get much sleep. He was right.
About 30 minutes passed when he heard his door being opened, he blinked
as the light went on and there were his two sisters wearing matching
white silk pyjamas and both holding a finger up to their lips telling him
to be quite.
"Shush," said Sarah.
"We don't want to wake Mam," whispered June.
"And I'm sure you do not want Mam to catch you looking so pretty in her
nighty, do you Petra?" smiled Sarah.
He went to sit up but they both bushed him back gently. June was holding
something in her hand which he recognised as her makeup bag.
"Now Petra, we can call you Petra now and Petra has such a sexy sound to
it, sounds foreign and mysterious don't you think? Big spoiled Peter no
longer lives here, that man with the big ego and sense of entitlement
that he was so sure of has disappeared. From now on it's silly frilly
Petra who if she does not do as she's told the whole world will find out
what a sissy she is."
June opened her makeup bag. "Let's start with a bit of lippy."
Ten minutes later he was completely made up and Sarah was finishing up
thinning out his eyebrows. He was like a rabbit in a spotlight. He was
afraid to make a sound. He was surprised how he looked when June
produced her little makeup mirror. Was he pleased or horrified by what
could have been a woman staring back at him. He didn't know if he liked
of hated the perfume they had splashed on him.
Happy with the effect of seeing himself made up they both climbed into
bed either side of him. This was not right, he thought, they were no
longer children and he was their brother.
As if reading his mind June said, "Don't you worry about a thing, big
sis, cause that is what we are now, three sisters and there is nothing
wrong with sisters in bed together."
"Besides we have so much to tell you about being a girl. And never mind
being in bed with two other girls, it's when you're in bed with a boy
that you need some instruction on."
"I think we should do this with the light off," said Sarah and she got up
and switched it off before climbing back in and snuggled up to him.
"Om," she cooed, "who smells divine and looks so pretty."
Peter felt their hands running over his nightie and simultaneous felt
their hands creeping up his legs underneath his nightie. Each now had a
hand on the inside of his thigh where subconsciously he had opened his
legs to allow them to do it.
"Do you know that the inside of a woman's thigh is the softest, silkiest
thing on this whole planet, and you Petra sweetie are even softer and
silkier than anyone else. When a boy does this to a girl it just
overcomes her."
June continued, "It makes her all wet and makes her feel so famine and
helpless ready and ever so willing to do whatever her man wants."
"And then his fingers slip under the elastic of her knickers and a girl
just can't help herself as she moans with pleasure, just like you did
right now Petra."
Peter was beside himself and realised he was moaning like a girl.
June carried on, "Then Petra the big strong forceful man finds the girl's
pussy and slowly inserts a finger, then two and searches for that
pleasure button that only us girls possess."
"We need you to lie on your stomach Petra, there's a good girl turn over
sweetie. That's it," Sarah ordered. June opened her makeup bag again
and took out a tube of jell. Out of the corner of his eye he was sure he
saw Sarah put on one of the rubber gloves he had worn doing the washing
up in.
One of them pulled his knickers down and then he felt the cold jell being
applied to his bottom. His knickers were pulled back up again and then
they began lifting up the elastic of the legs and gently let it snap a
few times. This brought back a memory he did not want. Slowly two
hands were inside his knickers and each was massaging a bum cheek.
"Now, Petra comes the fun part. That big strong man has you where he
wants you. And you're just a helpless girl. His fingers find your pussy
and slowly rubs jell all around, just like this."
Peter is completely helpless as he feels a finger entering his bottom.
And it's not long before there are two fingers. He could not help
himself as he began to push back against Sarah's fingers. How he knew it
was Sarah he did not know or question. He was too wrapped up in the
moment. In no time he was about to shot his load.
"Is Petra liking it?" asked Sarah. "I think she is, I can feel little
Petra bushing back against my fingers, listen to her moan June, I think
Petra has wet het knickers."
Peter then lay still.
"Turn back around sweetie; we need to check that you enjoyed yourself.
Sure looks as if she did," June confirmed. "Our little Peter likes being
Petra."
"Petra can't sleep in wet knickers; I'll just slip into our room and find
her a clean pair." One minute later Sarah was back with a plain pink
cotton pair.
Meanwhile June had Peter out of bed and holding up his nightie as she
peeled off the soiled knickers and was cleaning him off with them. When
satisfied she tossed his knickers into a corner. "Wash day tomorrow,
Petra," she whispered, "I think that from now on little Petra is going to
be a very busy girl. There's going to be so much housework for her to
do"
Sarah held out the clean knickers and Peter dutifully stepped into them.
They ushered him back into bed and as they made a show of tucking him in,
he said, "I don't want Mam to know about this," with what looked like
tears in his eyes continued, "Gail must never find out."
June answered, "It's just as well Mam's not a light sleeper cause if she
was she would already know and please don't cry sweetie it will make your
mascara run."
"But really that's up to you Petra, do as you are told and things will be
fine. Disobey us and there will be trouble, but is it fair on Gail, she
thinks she dates a real stud, she would be so disappointed to find out
she dates a sissy," Sarah said with a pretend look of disappointment on
her face. "Maybe I could fix you up with one of the boys who work at the
salon, I'm sure you would like Michael, he's so cute. Or maybe I could
even put your name down for a job at the salon, building is a much too
manly for our Petra, and styling hair might suit you better."
"Now, it's off to sleep as you will have a busy morning doing housework
and you can also dream about the fun we are going to have shopping
tomorrow, just imagine this time tomorrow night you will be going to bed
in your very own frillies," said June
They whispered a good night to their new sister then turned off the light
and crept back to their own bedroom leaving Peter alone wide awake.
Lying in bed in his Mother's nightie and wearing a pair of his sister's
knickers he still harboured thoughts that he was not going to take this
treatment from his younger sisters, after all he was still the man of the
house. It was several hours before he could finally fall asleep.
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