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Chrissy Tanner - Part 3 Chapter Seven - Hotel Christina Chrissy slowly woke to the feeling of her big sister's hand gently shaking her shoulder. "Wake up, Sissy. We're here." Mia had let Chrissy sleep through the entire flight, and even adjusted her seat and removed her seatbelt for her after they landed. Chrissy was groggy, and it took her several seconds to wake up. Just like this morning, the sight of her painted fingernails had the effect of smelling salts, as she finally became aware of her surroundings and situation. It wasn't a dream; she really was on an airplane, dressed as a young woman. She noticed that most of the other passengers had already vacated, and her family was waiting on her. Chrissy tried to stand up, but she was so exhausted that she had to steady herself on the seat's arm rest. Mia took Chrissy's hand, and helped guide her out into the aisle, between herself and their mother, who gave Chrissy a loving smile and a pat on the head. Chrissy loved all of the affectionate attention and being looked after by her mother and sister. It made her feel safe and loved in a way that she'd never experienced before, not even as a little boy. "Well, well, sleeping beauty, I'm glad you're finally awake. I thought I might have to carry you over my shoulder," teased Barbara, as she stroked Chrissy's head. They shuffled down the aisle, and through the gate, Mia leading the way and still holding Chrissy's hand, while Barbara brought up the rear, with one hand on Chrissy's shoulder and the other hand pulling her wheeled carry-on bag. On the way to the baggage claim, they agreed to stop at the restroom. Mia watched the luggage as the other two ladies entered. No other women were in there, which made Chrissy feel a bit more relaxed. On their way out, Barbara and Chrissy stood next to each other, checking their makeup in the huge mirror. Chrissy was reapplying her lipstick, the way Mia had showed her. It felt incredibly surreal to see her own girlish reflection next to her mother's reflection in the mirror, while doing such a feminine thing. "Sweetie, your face is a bit shiny." Barbara noticed. "Did Mia put some powder in your purse, or do you need to use some of mine?" Chrissy dug around and pulled out a compact. "Good. Take out the puff, and dab a little on your nose, chin, and forehead, like this." Chrissy mimicked her mother's motions, like a little girl playing dress up. "Do you have a brush?" Chrissy searched her purse, then looked up and sadly shook her head. "Aw, hold still, precious." Barbara used her own travel brush to blend in Chrissy's powder. "Unlike the loose power you use to set your liquid foundation, this pressed powder is for touch-ups during the day, although you could use it as a base by itself. You still need to brush it in though, so that it will be even and won't cake up." "Thanks, mom," said Chrissy, as mother and daughter smiled at each other's reflections. They closed their purses, and Barbara put her hand on Chrissy's shoulder to guide her out. While Mia took her turn, Barbara checked her watch. The flight had arrived bit ahead of schedule, so they were making good time. As Mia exited the ladies room, she saw her little sister leaning against her mother with her eyes closed, as though she were about to go back to sleep. Barbara's arm was around Chrissy's shoulder, holding her close. Mia thought it was the most adorable sight she had ever seen, and she was able to whip out her phone and snap a couple of photos without them noticing. At the baggage claim, Mia and Chrissy gathered all of the luggage on a huge rack, while their mother made a quick phone call. They sat with their luggage for only about five minutes before a drop-dead gorgeous woman in a black suit with a black cap and gloves walked up to them. "Tanner, party of three?" "That's us," Barbara replied. A handsome gentleman dressed exactly the same as the woman appeared out of nowhere and handled the luggage rack. "Right this way, ladies," said the woman, and they all followed her out. "Wow, mom! You got us a limo?!" exclaimed Mia, who was expecting a to share a shuttle bus with a bunch of strangers. Barbara cocked one eyebrow, silently and smugly nodded her head, and smiled down at her daughter, as if to say "You're damn right, honey!" It was a black SUV stretched out as a limousine, and it was private. "Please help yourselves to the bar, ladies," the gorgeous woman announced, as she carefully closed the door. Barbara sat on one side by herself, directly across from her daughters. Mia wasted no time pouring herself and her mother a couple of drinks as the limo pulled out of the airport. Chrissy put on her best begging face. "Mom... could I please have something?" "Certainly not, young lady!" laughed Barbara, who was playfully teasing in her tone, yet very serious in her words. "You know what the legal age is; and besides, we're in public. I can't have it known that I contributed to the delinquency of my own daughter." "Especially of such a special daughter," added Mia. "Precisely," agreed Barbara, as the two clinked together their glasses. Chrissy jokingly whined and pretended to pout, making her elders laugh. "Oh, I'm so sorry, little one. Maybe when we're in our hotel room, I can let you try a sip or two from my glass," teased Mia, as she finished off her second drink of bourbon. "That way, mom won't go to jail and lose her job." Mia patted her sister on the head, then tightly hugged her with her non-drinking arm. Rather than attempting to protest the teasing, Chrissy surprised Mia by snuggling in close and resting her head on Mia's shoulder. "Don't you DARE turn my baby girl into a lush!" laughed Barbara. Their hotel was in the center of the downtown area, so it was a bit of a drive from the airport. Barbara and Mia were really enjoying themselves. Despite the fact that Mia still lived at home, her classes and social life, combined with Barbara's work schedule, meant that they rarely saw each other, except in passing. It had been a while since they both had time to sit and relax together without having to be conscious of the time. When the limo finally stopped at the hotel, Chrissy was fast asleep, with both of her arms wrapped around Mia's arm, and her head still on Mia's shoulder. This time, it was their mother who caught the moment on camera. Chrissy never fully woke up until the next morning. Checking in at the hotel desk and riding the elevator up to their two adjoining rooms was all a blur to her. Barbara had booked adjoining rooms for all of the hotels on their agenda, so that Chris would have his own space. Had Chrissy actually been female, the two sisters would've been the ones sharing a room. As it was, Chrissy had the room with two queen-sized beds all to herself, on one of which she collapsed as soon as she found it. The irony wasn't lost on Mia, that Chrissy was the only one who wasn't drinking, yet she was the only one who seemed drunk. After the luggage was squared away, Barbara ran herself a hot bubble bath and took a bottle of wine and a glass with her into the bathroom. She took the "Do not disturb" sign from the front door and placed it on the bathroom door, and looked directly at Mia. "If I'm not out in hour... mind your own business!" Mia giggled and went to check on Chrissy. It had been a long day for all three of them, but despite her naps along the way, Chrissy was wiped-out. Mia shook her sister. "No, no; you can't fall asleep in my clothes. We need to get you undressed first." Mia made Chrissy sit up while she knelt down and untied her sandals. Then, she stood Chrissy up by the bed, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off over her head. She removed Chrissy's bra and panties, her watch and bracelet, and the two rings from her fingers, leaving the necklace on her. She then grabbed a lacy, satin, magenta nightgown and pulled that on over Chrissy's head. The hem of the gown was at Chrissy's mid-thigh, and Mia couldn't believe how adorable her little sister looked in it... adorable and sexy, she thought. Being far too sleepy, Chrissy made no effort to help, and Mia was holding up Chrissy by herself. "May I go to sleep, now?" mumbled Chrissy, who was barely aware of where she was or who she was with. Sleep was the only thing on her mind. "No, you can't fall asleep in your makeup, Sissy. That's a rule you must always obey, or you'll damage your skin." As Mia turned Chrissy around, she felt a semi-erect penis brush against her thigh. Fighting to ignore it, she lead Chrissy to the bathroom sink and washed and dried her face, as well as her own, following up with some facial moisturizer and hand lotion for both of them. Mia noticed that the ink had started to fade. "Don't expect me to do this for you every night. You're a big girl now, so learn how to do it yourself," Mia whispered in Chrissy's ear, as she led her back to the bed. Mia pulled back the sheets, got her sister in the bed, glanced at her sister's penis for several seconds, and covered her up. "Goodnight, Sissy." Mia bent down and stared at Chrissy's lovely face, still somewhat inked, before kissing her on the forehead. She went back to her room, closing the connecting doors behind her. Barbara still was enjoying her bath, so Mia turned on the television and started getting herself undressed. Mia turned off the lights and crawled into bed, oblivious to the movie that was playing. She was too disgusted with herself. "What the HELL am I thinking?! She's my sist... my brother! How could I let such perverted thoughts cross my mind, and why now, when he's dressed as a girl?! This is fucked-up!" A few minutes ago, it had taken all of Mia's strength to avoid kissing Chrissy goodnight on her lips, and penetrating those inked lips with her tongue. Dressing her sister for bed, it was all she could do to keep her hands to herself. When she felt Chrissy's partial erection... well, she didn't want to revisit those thoughts, but she couldn't stop them. She tried her best to blame it on the alcohol and the long day, but her conscience knew better. Before she realized what she was doing, she had masturbated to the strongest climax she could remember ever having, all while thinking how innocent and helpless her sister had looked a few minutes before. Suddenly, the guilt hammered her with the same blunt force as the orgasm she had reached just seconds ago. By contrast, Barbara emerged from her bubble bath in a state of complete relaxation, and with a completely empty wine bottle. Seeing that her two children were asleep (or appeared to be), she turned off the television and drifted off to sleep, looking forward to three weeks of much needed vacation. Chapter Eight - String Theory Monday morning, Chrissy woke up to the sound of running water. Mia was showering in the bathroom in Chrissy's room, while their mother was showering in the other room. As she pulled aside the bed sheets, Chrissy again noticed her red fingernails, a constant reminder of her newfound femininity. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she realized she was wearing a rather sexy nightgown, which triggered the vague memory of Mia undressing her and putting her to bed. As she walked toward the bathroom, she caught her reflection in the full- length mirror, and stared. Seeing herself in the magenta nightgown, with her red lips, fingernails, and toenails, and her winged eyeliner, she felt so sweet, feminine, and adorable. Her erection was rock hard, and she reached down to fondle herself over the silkiness of her gown. She half remembered and half imagined Mia undressing her and slowly slipping the nightgown over her shaved, naked body. Completely overcome with emotions that she didn't fully understand, Chrissy crawled back into bed, grabbed a fistful of tissues, hid under the covers, and quickly brought herself to an explosive orgasm. The ejaculation was so violent that she could feel the thumping impact of the semen against the palm of her hand, through multiple layers of tissues. Suddenly, she felt weak, and her entire body quivered as she desperately reached for more tissues to soak up the sticky deluge. Chrissy wanted nothing more than to lie in her own liquid all morning, basking in the overwhelming, feminine glow of the best orgasm she had ever experienced, but she was fully aware of her environment. While her libido had jumped line ahead of her bladder, it was now her bladder's turn to grab Chrissy's full attention. Fortunately, Mia had not locked the bathroom door. Chrissy opened the door and announced herself. "Mia, I just need to sneak in and use the toilet." "No problem, Sissy. I'll be done in a bit, then you can shower." Chrissy tossed the massive pile of gooey tissues into the toilet, then pulled up her nightie, sat, and relieved herself. She washed her sticky hands, then left, closing the door behind her. As she passed by the connecting doors, she heard that her mother was out of the shower. Chrissy tucked herself, slipped on the two pairs of panties from yesterday, knocked, and walked into the other room. "Hi mom." "Hey sweetie. Did you sleep well? I know you usually have trouble sleeping in hotels." As her mother was buttoning her blouse, Chrissy climbed into a chair and folded one of her legs under her, with the other leg dangling, in a very girlish pose. "I feel great, mom. It was actually the best sleep I've had in a long time. Maybe it's because I was so worn out from yesterday." Barbara looked at her pretend daughter and smiled. She actually was having trouble thinking of Chrissy as her son. He was doing such a good job of playing a female role, that it made Barbara feel as though he had always been Chrissy. "I'm glad to hear that. Sometimes, jet-lag can be quite harsh, even if you're used to it." Barbara often flew because of her job, so it usually didn't phase her. "Alright, like I told you girls earlier, I'm going out to get our rental car, then I'll drive out to see my old friend for a bit of shopping; so you and Mia can do whatever you want until later." The family had reservations at a Japanese restaurant that evening, which is Chrissy's favorite food. "Sweetie, if you go out today, just use common sense, and stay safe. The debit cards I gave you and Mia should let you buy whatever you need, within reason. Just try not to spend too much too soon. Tomorrow, well do a lot of sight-seeing at several of the popular tourist attractions, so the three of us will be together all day tomorrow. Today, each of us can have a few hours of alone time." "I'm really looking forward to that, mom. There are a lot of things here that I've always heard and read about, but never seen." Barbara had been dressing and moving around while talking. Having put on her earrings, she walked over to Chrissy and placed her hand under Chrissy's chin. "Let me see your face. Hmm, the ink has faded a bit, and you haven't even showered. Maybe after you shower, it'll fade a bit more. Sweetie, I'm sorry you'll have to go out as a girl all day tomorrow, but I doubt the ink will be completely gone by then. I promise, the day after tomorrow, we'll go buy you some new men's clothes." "I'm fine, mom. I'll give it a good scrub this morning and see how it looks. Until the ink completely fades, I'm sure you and Mia can keep me looking presentable. Besides, Mia brought an extra duffel bag with a lot of your bras, panties, and shoes for me to wear." At that moment, Mia walked into the room with one towel around her head and another covering her body. "The bathroom's all yours, Sissy. After you get out, I'll help you with your makeup." Barbara folded her arms in front of her. "Chrissy was just telling me how generous you were, packing my underwear and shoes for her to wear." "Yeah... I had to improvise on the spot, and the clock was ticking. My dresses fit her better, but your shoes, bras, and panties were closer to her size." "Mmm-hmm!" Barbara said with a smirk. "Chrissy, have you had a chance to check your luggage?" "Not yet, mom. I went straight to bed last night. But Mia gave me a hint at what I might find in my bags," Chrissy giggled. "Your sister's generosity is an example for us all," said Barbara with a sarcastic tone, as she playfully swatted Mia's behind. Mia yelped and scurried into the other bathroom to do her hair and makeup. Barbara slung her purse over her shoulder and turned to Chrissy. "Sweetie, I'm going downstairs for breakfast, then I'm off to shop. Call me if you need anything." Chrissy gave her mother a feminine wave, holding her palm still while bending her fingers up and down. "B-bye, mom." Barbara shook her head and laughed as she walked out. Chrissy went back to her room and took a nice, long shower. She shaved her entire body again, and gave her face and neck and extra close shave. She scrubbed her lips and eyes three times. When she stepped out, the bathroom mirror was covered with fog, so she checked her face in the full-length mirror. Some ink was still there, but much lighter than it was yesterday, and rather patchy. She dried her hair, then took the facial moisturizer that Mia had left on the bathroom counter last night and covered her entire face with it, especially her eyes and lips. Chrissy opened her luggage and discovered all of the "female supplies" that Mia had packed for her. She held up the "Magic Wand" vibrator and laughed. She then opened the tampon box, unwrapped one of the tampons, and studied it. She caught herself in the mirror, and her reflection was daring her. "Oh, you don't think I'll do it, do you?" Chrissy's curiosity got the better of her, so she stuck out her tongue at her own reflection, marched back into the bathroom and carefully inserted the tampon up her ass. She pulled out the tube, and stared at the little string hanging out of her anus. Immediately, she felt like she had to relieve herself, but she knew it was just the unfamiliar feeling of the tampon lodged inside her. She then took two clean pairs of her mother's panties from Mia's duffel bag and tucked herself. She was picking out one of Mia's dresses, when Mia entered the room. "Go with the blue one; it's probably the most comfortable. The skirt is longer than yesterday's, but it's loose and easy to move around in. Besides, the puffy shoulders and lacy collar will look cute on you." "Mia, don't you even knock anymore?" "Why? It's just us girls, after all. Here, I'll show you how to put on your bra by yourself." Chrissy put her arms through the bra, but Mia pulled it back off. She spun Chrissy to face her, reached around her back with the bra, and grabbed one end with her other hand. Their noses almost touched as Mia stared into Chrissy's eyes. Mia pulled the two ends of the bra over Chrissy's chest and connected the metal hooks. "Arms up, Sissy." Mia then spun the bra around and ordered Chrissy to put her arms through the straps, then to pull the straps over her shoulders. "See, it's easy, when you know all of the tricks." Mia padded the bra, pulled a full slip over her sister, then helped her into the blue dress. Unlike the pink dress that zipped up the back, this dress had white buttons down the front, with white lace outlining the collar, sleeves, and hem of the skirt. The neckline was low enough to show off necklaces, but not low enough to reveal cleavage. Mia pulled the cloth belt through the loops around the dress' waist and tied it into a small bow in the back. "There. Christ, girl, you already look adorable, even without makeup. Oh, wait!" Mia dug around in the pile of luggage, and pulled out a white ribbon. "You really need to move all of your clothes into the drawers and closet. It wouldn't hurt you to use the iron, too. You know every hotel room has one. It might work for men's clothes, but living out of your suitcases wrinkles all of your pretty dresses." She pulled Chrissy in front of the full-length mirror, pulled her hair back over her ears, and threaded the ribbon through Chrissy's hair, tying it into a big, girly bow. She side-hugged her sister as they gazed into the mirror. "Oh, you're so precious!" Mia patted Chrissy on the head and put her arm around her shoulder. "Come on, time for your makeup. Pay attention to what I do this time, so that you can practice doing it yourself." Mia whisked her sister into the bathroom and sat her on a stool. "Stay put, and I'll go get my makeup bag." Chrissy studied the ribbon in her hair from various angles. She liked it, but thought it might look a bit too childish to wear outside. Mia quickly returned, and it was clear to Chrissy that Mia was enjoying this as much as she was. Mia used a lot more makeup on Chrissy this time, carefully explaining the purpose of every single cosmetic in her excessively large travel kit. She taught Chrissy how to properly coordinate lip, eye, and blush colors; which colors were best with her hair and skin complexion; to apply lighter makeup for daytime, heavier for nights out; how to do winged eyeliner (the slightly faded ink provided a handy area for Chrissy to trace), how to contour and shade; the differences among tube lipstick, gloss, pencil, and liquid lipstick, the importance of blending eyeshadow, and on and on. She had Chrissy curl her own lashes and set her liquid foundation with loose power. The two sisters spent an hour and a half at the counter; Mia never tired of lecturing and demonstrating, and Chrissy never tired of absorbing data. Just like putting on a bra, there were so many techniques for applying makeup that made possible what Chrissy previously thought impossible. "Chrissy, you're like child on the first day of school. I can't teach you fast enough." "I know. Growing up and seeing you and mom do your makeup in the mornings always seemed like it would be such a hassle, and I thought how lucky I was to be a boy. But I was wrong... this is fun!" "I have to admit that it's fun for me, too. This is how I always imagined it would be to have a little sister to coach," agreed Mia, who genuinely enjoyed teaching Chrissy the ways of women. Mia cleaned up the counter and gathered all of the tissues lying around. As she reached under the counter to pull out the wastebasket, she raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Chrissy, have you been naughty?" Chrissy had hopped off of the stool and caught her sister's reflection in he mirror. Mia wore and evil grin and had the Devil's eyes, as she tilted the wastebasket for Chrissy to see the tampon wrapper and plastic tube. Chrissy's face turned so red that Mia could see her blushing through the thick foundation. "Hold up your skirt!" Chrissy was too mortified to run away or resist. Mia pulled up Chrissy's skirt and slip for Chrissy to hold, and yanked her panties down to her knees. "Oh my God! You little pervert! You get more adorable by the minute!" While Chrissy held up her skirt, frozen, Mia bent down and inspected the thin string dangling from Chrissy's tight ass. She then patted Chrissy's ass cheeks a couple of times, and pulled up her panties, slowly tucking her in the process. As Chrissy felt her sister's hands pull back her shaved scrotum, tuck her balls up inside her body cavity, and tug her penis toward her ass, she recalled her confused thoughts from this morning's masturbation session. "There, all tucked-in. Drop your skirt, Sissy." Mia grabbed Chrissy's shoulders and spun her around to face her. "So, how does it make you feel to wear a tampon like a woman... well, like a perverted woman?" asked Mia, with a laugh that Chrissy confusingly perceived as simultaneously sinister and loving. "Mia, I... I'm so ashamed. I'm sorry, I just got curious, and... and..." "Aww, Sissy, don't worry. I'm not upset, and I'm not trolling you." Mia gently stroked the top of Chrissy's head and led her out into the room. She guided her to the bed, and sat her down on the edge, putting an arm around her trembling sister. "I get that you're embarrassed about me catching you, but don't be. It's a natural curiosity. I've put a tampon up my own ass before, just because I could, but it didn't do anything for me. But that's not what I'm asking. I'm asking how it makes you feel emotionally and psychologically, within the context of dressing up and acting like a woman lately." Chrissy was stunned by Mia's kindness and understanding. "Oh... I hadn't really stopped to think about it that way, but... ignoring the physical feeling, just knowing it's there... makes me feel a step closer to being a girl." "You feel more feminine?" "Yes... as though I just learned another secret that men aren't supposed to know... how it feels to put one of them inside you and leave it there... to know it's there. The next time I go out and see women, I'll be aware of the fact they'll often be wearing them, how they work, and what they did in the bathroom to insert them." Mia blinked. "Yeah, I suppose you have a point. Most men know tampons exist, but I doubt that many men, even married men, have tried wearing a tampon. Does it turn you on or anything?" "Nope. At first it was just curiosity, and the fun weirdness of doing it. But now that it's in, it feels comforting to know that it's there. I'm wearing a dress and makeup, so wearing a tampon just seems to go with the outfit. That probably sounds fucked-up, though." Mia hugged Chrissy closer. "No, Chrissy. Strangely enough, it doesn't sound fucked-up at all, knowing what I've put you through since yesterday morning." "Mia... I..." There was a long silent pause between the two of them. "I need to ask you for a favor." "Sure, Sissy." "I want you to take me to a salon, now, this morning. I want to get my hair and nails done, like women do. And I mean a seriously feminine hairdo and full manicure and pedicure, with acrylic nails." "Wow, really? You're not fuckin' with me?" "I'm serious, and I'm going with or without you; but it'll be so much better if you take me. You know this stuff, and I'll feel safer with you there." "Can you handle mom's reaction? Just as the ink's starting to wear off, you'll be diving deeper into femininity. You know we're all going sight-seeing tomorrow." "That's exactly why I can't wait. When we go out for dinner tonight, and touring the city all day tomorrow, I want to experience being a woman as much as I possibly can. I want to feel what you and mom feel, being out in the world as women. I want everyone else to treat me like a girl and to know what that feels like, compared to how I'm normally treated. Yesterday was different. I was pretty much backed into a corner and hiding behind a disguise. I felt nervous most of the time. At least for the next couple of days, when I go out, I want to feel like I belong in a dress and makeup, and not feel embarrassed like I did at the airport. I want to be a daughter and a sister. Mom's tough. She'll get over it. It's not like I'm having a sex change at the salon. And I'll make sure she knows this was all my idea, not yours." Mia already was searching for local beauty salons on her phone. "You're full of surprises, kiddo. I could do with some pampering myself. And I suppose you're right about mom. She might frown on us for spending too much money on our first day here, but she's been pretty cool about seeing you cross dressed in public. Of course, that might just be because you look so much like a girl. Honestly, as you are right now, no one can tell. Once we get you dolled-up, you'll outshine both mom and me." Chrissy picked out a pair of suitable sandals, knowing that she would be getting a pedicure, while Mia called several different salons to find an opening without an appointment. After several calls, Mia had it all lined up. "Alright, it was short notice, so we'll have to go to two different salons. We'll both get our nails done first, then you have a hair appointment three blocks down from the nail salon, but that will be on our way back toward the hotel, so we can walk the second part. We need to get moving right now to make the mani-pedi appointment. No time for breakfast or lunch, but we'll have a big dinner tonight, anyway." Chrissy put her arms around Mia's neck and hugged her, hard. As they stood cheek-to-cheek, Mia felt a tear from Chrissy that steamed down between their cheeks. "Thank you, Mia!" Chrissy sobbed. Outwardly, Chris had never been a pussy. Growing up as a boy, he had always handled bullies, he never seemed to bothered by peer pressure, and he didn't expect his parents to solve all his problems for him. He never tattled on Mia, even when they had their differences. Mia couldn't even think of anything that actually scared him. He didn't have many friends, or any at all, as far as Mia knew. For a kid, he always seemed to have his act together, at school and at home; but he rarely showed emotion, positive or negative. He took after his mother in that regard, whereas Mia was more like her father. People always knew how Mark and Mia were feeling, because they were so openly emotional and expressive, but Barbara and Chris often were hard to read, especially Chris. Emotional or not, all four of them seemed psychologically strong and independent in their own ways. From Mia's perspective, it was a household full of alphas. As Chrissy hugged Mia, Mia realized just how different Chrissy was from Chris, and from the rest of their family, for that matter. There was a softness and fragility to Chrissy that drew Mia close to her. Only twenty-four hours ago, Mia was executing her plan of revenge on an overgrown brat, but now that same brat was crying tears of joy and holding onto to her as though her life depended on it. This wasn't just Chris trolling Mia, trying to make her revenge backfire. Chrissy was real, and she quickly was taking over Chris' place in life. Mia wondered whether she had actually created this monster, or simply had awoken a sleeping giant... albeit, a very cute sleeping giant with a pretty bow in her hair and a tampon string hanging out of her ass. One thing Mia knew for certain was that she loved Chrissy... in both appropriate and inappropriate ways. Chapter Nine - Salonathon The girls took a taxi to the nail salon. Both of them wore flat sandals, and Chrissy left her hair ribbon behind. On the way, Mia gave her sister a crash course on the terminology, what to expect, and what to ask for. She suggested that Chrissy get quarter-inch (6.35mm) acrylic nail tips, which were about the length of Mia's own nails. "They'll be long enough to look beautiful when polished, but not so long that you can't dress yourself or use a keyboard," she advised. Mia's natural nails were immaculate, and she always kept them polished, but never let them get too long, for practical reasons. "Also, I think it looks more sophisticated when the color of your manicure and pedicure match, but it's not absolutely necessary. A pedicure can last at least twice as long as a manicure, unless you're a runner or something, so women wind up changing their fingernail polish more often. But if you do go with two different colors, get your toenails done darker than your fingernails. You might be wearing hose or stockings, and darker polishes tend to be more visible through them." Chrissy wondered whether her brain had enough hard drive space for all of the femdata that Mia was uploading to her. Once in the salon, Mia and Chrissy were at seated at separate ends of the main room, so Chrissy was on her own for a while. Mia opted to have her nails painted a bright fuchsia, with standard polish. Chrissy wanted to go crazy and get 1" (25.4mm) acrylic nail tips, but upon seeing them, decided they might look too drag queenish on her, and settled for half-inch (12.7mm) tips, which were still quite long. For the color, she chose a deep metallic blue gel polish for both her fingers and toes. She thought that was the prettiest color of all the bottles, and the nice metallic shine wasn't quite as over-the-top as the glitter polishes, which she also liked. As the nail technician removed Chrissy's previous polish, Chrissy noticed that the ink stains underneath were gone. Between the remover and a good professional buffing, the ink didn't stand a chance. Chrissy then sat back enjoyed the pampering. She was fascinated by the process the manicurist used for creating the acrylic nails and then using an ultraviolet lamp to cure the gel polish. Their nails done, the two decided to walk to the hair salon. "Your nails look amazing, Sis. I see you ignored my advice about the length, and the gel, but they look great on you, especially with such a bold color. Just be ready for other women to ask you about them. Of course, we'll have to come back here in a day or two to get them removed. I can't take those off with regular remover without destroying your nails." Chrissy also complimented Mia's nails, and said she'd like to try fuchsia or maybe hot pink next time. "Next time?" Mia wondered to herself, assuming that Chrissy was just caught up in the moment. The rest of the way, Mia schooled Chrissy on hair as best she could. Mia wasn't having her hair done, so she'd be able to do more coaching on- site, and she'd get to enjoy watching Chrissy's transformation. At the hair salon, Mia explained to the hairdresser that this was her little sister's first time in a salon, and she made it clear that she wanted to keep the overall length of her hair in a long style. They looked at several styles, and Chrissy, who's hair was straight and long all-around, explained that she wanted curls and bangs, and to have her brown hair dyed golden blonde, with highlights. She decided on a permanent, which, she was told, would take a while. Mia pulled Chrissy aside as the hairdresser prepared. "Chrissy, are you sure about this? A perm is exactly that: PERMANENT! The same goes for the hair color. The only way to change it is to recolor it, let it grow out over several months, or to shave your head. You can't just wash out the bangs and curls in a few days and look like a man again." "Well, I was kinda getting tired of having long hair anyway, so when I do go back to being a man, I can just buzz cut it. By the time summer is over and I start college, it will have grown out enough. Besides, short hair on a man is hardly a big deal," Chrissy reasoned. "I know, but you've had long hair all through high school. Just be sure that you'll be cool with cutting it all off later." Chrissy acknowledged Mia's concern, but went ahead with the full hair transformation. Had this been Mia's mother or one of Mia's friends from school, she would've gone shopping down the street in the meantime. But Mia couldn't take her eyes off of her brother pretending to be her sister and letting his hair be styled and colored in a women's salon... and a perm, at that. "Mom's gonna flip her fuckin' wig!" laughed Mia. They walked out of the salon into the late morning daylight, and Mia couldn't get over how gorgeous her baby sister looked. Even on a busy city street at midday, the curly blonde hair and those shiny, bright, blue nails made Chrissy stand out like a Hollywood glamor goddess among homely peasant women. With Chrissy around, Mia was going to have to step up her own game if she wanted any men to notice her. Of course, Chrissy still had two problems. First, her makeup was all wrong for her new hair color and style. Second, her current clothes were far too meek. Mia grabbed Chrissy's arm and hailed a taxi. "Sissy, we're going to get you some decent clothes and shoes!" The taxi took them to the largest department store in the city. The sisters spent the next three hours picking out shoes, dresses, and jewelry for Chrissy. Mia even insisted on making Chrissy buy lingerie, including bras, panties, pantyhose, stockings, garters, slips, all of her own. Chrissy didn't have a visible Adam's apple to hide, but Mia found a few choker-style collars and necklaces that she thought looked adorable on her sister, as well as several pairs of pierced earrings. She also bought her a few bracelets, anklets, rings, and a couple of ladies watches. In addition to some flats, Chrissy even bought herself a few pairs of high heels, some with 5" (12.7cm) and 6" (15.24cm) heels, although they had platforms. Mia really wanted to take Chrissy to the cosmetics department to shop for makeup and perfume at the counters of Chanel, Dior, Est?e Lauder, etc., but they'd have to settle for cheaper brands at the drug store near the hotel. Unfortunately, both girls had allowed themselves to get caught up in the moment, and Mia realized that they were getting close to maxing-out the limit that their mother had set on their vacation cards. Mark and Barbara always maintained a separate checking account just for the children's vacation spending, and let their children have debit cards for that account. In the event that the cards were lost or stolen on a trip (or the kids acted irresponsibly), there was a limit to the damage that could be done. Now that they were older, Barbara had increased the limit. On this day alone, the two had spent more money than they had spent on all past vacations combined. Mia gave Chrissy that Devilish look from earlier this morning. "There's one last place we have to visit." Mia showed Chrissy the store's name on her phone: "Alternatives." "Mia! Mom's already going to have us in front of a firing squad for buying all of this. Besides, we can't carry any more bags, and I'm getting tired again. We need to go back." "One last stop. There are some things you need, and I'll use my own money." They walked two blocks from the department store and found Alternatives. There was a simple sign on the door, and the window was blacked-out. The moment they entered, Chrissy understood where they were... an adult fetish store. "Meee-aahhh!" whined Chrissy, as she elbowed her sister. "Shhhhh. Just keep your mouth shut and stay close to me," ordered Mia, in an authoritative tone that reminded Chrissy of their parents. This was not Mia's first time in a fetish store. She lead Chrissy over to a display of silicone breast forms, and saw some that matched Chrissy's skin tone. "Do you have this style in a D-cup?" she asked the clerk. The clerk scurried under the counter and found what she needed. "Will you need any adhesive, miss?" he asked. Mia looked at the prices and read the descriptions. "We'd better get ten tubes of this one, and as much solvent. Oh, where are your gaffs?" While Chrissy gathered that Mia was buying false breasts to replace the makeshift padding in her bras, she had no clue what a gaff was. She was still looking at the breast forms, and forgot to follow Mia. Several minutes had passed, so Chrissy went in the direction where the clerk had lead Mia, but they weren't there. Inside, the shop was much larger that the exterior implied, and Chrissy had gotten herself lost. As she ventured down each isle, she encountered many confusing devices; some she had seen or read about online, but others were completely alien to her. She started to panic, so she made her way to the front door, just as Mia was checking out. While Chrissy was busy being lost, Mia had picked out a few extra items. Mia and the clerk thanked each other, and the girls stepped outside. Seeing that Chrissy was nervous, Mia couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her. "What part of 'stay close to me' didn't you understand, you little airhead? Something in there really must've caught your fancy." Chrissy giggled, then playfully whined her reply, as though she were eight years old. "I'm sorry, Sis. I got distracted, and then you disappeared, and I couldn't find you, and I got scared, and I was lost, and..." "You realize that, as your big sister, I have the authority to spank you for your disobedience when we get back to the hotel." Mia hailed another taxi, because they were too burdened with packages to walk any further. Chrissy had several questions for Mia, but none that she wanted to ask in the cab.