Sister, Sister, Sister

by Missy Crystal

  

As a boy, I could jump out of bed and get ready for school in five minutes, but I couldn't bring myself to change into my plain white cotton briefs and t-shirt. If I couldn't go to school as a girl, then at least I could I feel as feminine as possible. I pulled my nightgown over my head and stood there in my pink panties and cammie. After all, who would know? I stepped into a pair of jeans and slipped on a flannel shirt. The cammie had a low scoop neck, so it didn't show. A pair of white athletic socks and sneakers completed my outfit. Johnny on the outside, Jenny on the inside I thought and couldn't help a girlish giggle as I headed downstairs.

I ran into Susie in the hallway. "What's so funny, Jenny?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing, really," I said with a big smile. Then I realized she had called me 'Jenny' and gave her a stern look. "I know it's hard, but please, please, please little sister, please be careful about calling me 'Jenny' when I'm dressed as a boy."

"I'm sorry, Johnny" she said with a sad look. "I'll really try."

"I know you will, Sis, and I love you very much." I bent down and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Eww, gross!" she exclaimed, wiping the kiss off with the back of her hand. "I don't like boys kissing me." She paused and then gave me a silly look. We both laughed.

Mom was waiting for us in the kitchen. "Beth told me all about you going to Mrs. Johnson's with her. I didn't think she recognized you in the park, but I am glad that everything worked out alright."

"Me too, Mom," I agreed. "We had a really nice conversation and she told me that she knows a woman who specializes in people who are 'transgendered' – that means boys who feel like girls," I added to show off my new vocabulary. "I wonder if she could do something so that I could go to school as Jenny?"

"Well, honey," Mom said thoughtfully. "I'm sure she could help you with your feelings, but I think you're too young to make that decision. I will talk to Claire and see what she has to say. Okay?"

"Okay, Mom," I replied.

Mom was watching me as I cut my pancakes into small pieces and used my napkin to wipe my mouth after each bite. "Johnny better eat like a boy and get going," she said with a wink, "or he's going to be late."

I loaded the last three pieces on my fork with the syrup dripping, shoved them in my mouth, turned to Mom and said, "mmpff." She laughed. Then I wiped my sticky lips, got up, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door with Susie following me. We walked to the corner and waited for the bus. As I stood there, I looked at the girls and thought to myself how we all had on our pretty undies. I wondered which ones were wearing bras and imagined what it would be like to have real breasts and need to wear one. My daydream ended when the bus pulled up. I waited to make sure that Susie got on and then followed her.

The ride to school was boring. I sat with some of the guys I used to hang out with, before I made up the excuse that my mother had grounded me for bad grades, so I could go right home and be Jenny. I got to my homeroom and started to look through my homework. Then it hit me. I had gym first period! What was I thinking this morning? I couldn't get undressed in the locker room. Everyone would see that I was wearing girl's underwear. I would have to drop out of school. The bell was about to ring and I needed an excuse to get out of gym. I had a sick feeling in my stomach and that gave me an idea.

I headed up the stairs to the school nurse's office. Mrs. McGowan was a friend of my mother and she was always nice to me. I would tell her I had a stomachache and couldn't go to gym. I opened the door to her office. She was sitting at her desk and looked up when she heard me come in.

"Johnny, hello," she said with a smile. "What brings you back so soon? Not another problem with your nails I hope?" referring to the incident when I carelessly came to school wearing the nail polish Susie and Beth put on me when they first dressed me up as Jenny.

"No, Mrs. McGowan. I have a bad stomachache," I said with a pained look on my face. "I would have tried to see if it went away by itself, but I have gym first period and didn't think it was a good idea for me to be exercising. It really hurts," I added, holding my stomach for dramatic effect.

"Oh, dear," she said sympathetically. Then she took on a professional look. Well, lets go in back and check you out. We walked into the examining room, where there were cabinets with medical supplies and an examining table.

"Hop up," she directed. She took a thermometer out of a glass jar and wiped it with a piece of gauze, then put it in my mouth. Then she took my wrist and held it while looking at her watch. After a couple of minutes she let go of my wrist and took out the thermometer.

"Hmm," she said, holding the thermometer up to the light. "No temp and your pulse is normal." She put her hand on my forehead and pulled up my eyelid with her thumb. "Eyes are okay." "Pull up your shirt and lay down."

"Huh," I said, taken by surprise. "You want me to get undressed?"

"Don't be silly," she said sternly. "You don't need to get undressed. Just lift up your shirt so I can check your stomach. Come on now, I haven't got all day."

I had no choice. I grabbed my shirt with both hands, so that my cammie was bunched up with it, and pulled it up to my chest. I held the shirt up with my hands to make sure the cammie didn't slip out from underneath as I lay back.

Mrs. McGowan began to press on my stomach with her hands. She started up under my ribs and moved down, going from side to side. "Does this hurt," she would ask each time.

I said, "No," until she was right over my stomach and then, "Yes, that hurts a lot." She continued until she was just above my waist.

"Please unfasten the top of your pants," she said.

I hesitated, hoping she would change her mind.

"Johnny, please unfasten your pants," she repeated.

I had no choice. I reached down and undid the top button of my jeans. The panties were hip huggers and I hoped that they wouldn't show.

"Good. Now, just relax," she told me. I'm almost done.

She slid the top of her hand under the waist of my jeans and continued to press. I was watching her face, to see if there was a reaction, but I couldn't see any. She appeared to be concentrating on the examination.

"Does this hurt?" she asked me.

"Just a little bit," I lied.

She finished her examination and said, "Okay, Johnny. I am going to go into the office and call you mother while you get dressed." She left the examining room and closed the door.

I quickly tucked my shirt in and buttoned my pants. Then I opened the door and went into the office. Mrs. Carlson was on the telephone.

"… No, I will give him an excuse for gym this time," I heard her say. She stopped when she saw me come in. "He's here now. Talk to you later. Bye."

Mrs. Carlson took a note pad and wrote on it. "Take this to the office and give it to the secretary so you won't get detention for skipping gym. I think you will be able to go to the rest of your classes without any problem." She gave me a funny look, "Don't you?"

I wasn't sure whether she knew or even suspected what was really going on, but my experience had been that it was better to be honest, so I said politely, "Yes, Mrs. Carlson. I'm feeling better already."

I dropped the note off at the office and went to my next class. The rest of the day went by quickly, now that I was into doing my homework and enjoying school. At lunch I watched the girls and fantasized about what it would be like to be able to go to school as Jenny. Most of the girls wore tight jeans and cute little tops. A few had on short skirts with blouses or sweaters. I thought to myself, if Jenny ever comes to school, she definitely will be a girly girl. Maybe Mrs. Johnson's friend could help me get my wish. I hoped that Mom spoke with her.

As usual when I got home from school, Mom was at work, Beth was at cheerleading practice and Susie was at Mrs. Johnson's, so I had the house to myself. I was hungry, but couldn't wait to change into Jenny. I left my backpack in the kitchen and went upstairs to Beth's room to pick out an outfit.

I had worn a skirt and blouse yesterday and decided to try something dressier. I started looking through her closet and found a really pretty dress. It was pastel blue – Beth always liked blue – with a straight knee length skirt, a jewel neckline and three-quarter sleeves with white lace trim around the collar, cuffs and hem. I held it up and looked in the mirror. Definitely me, I thought with a smile. I took the dress off the hanger and laid it on Beth's bed. I went to her bureau and looked through her stocking drawer. Up to now I had worn tights or knee socks and I wanted to try pantyhose. I found a pair of sheer white ones that I thought would look good with the dress. Finally, I needed shoes. I looked through Beth's collection and found a pair of white high-heel pumps. I had never worn heels before and thought it would be fun to try. I quickly stripped down to the panties and cammie that had made such a problem for me this morning. They were cotton and I decided to wear the pretty white nylon stretch lace ones that Beth and I had bought when Mom took us shopping at the mall. I went back to my room and changed into them. Then I went back to Beth's room to finish getting dressed.

I picked up the pantyhose and started to roll up one of the legs, the way Beth had shown me with the tights. They stockings were smooth and silky and I couldn't wait to see how they felt on me. Then I felt a snag and saw a thread had caught and was sticking up. Beth had warned me that pantyhose were more delicate than tights and I had to be careful not to run them. Darn! Stupid rough boy's hands I thought to myself. I put the pantyhose down and went over to Beth's dressing table. She had all sorts of lotions that she was always rubbing on herself to make her skin soft and smooth. I found a bottle that said 'extra moisturizing lotion' and squirted some into my hand. I rubbed it in and then remembered watching Beth do her feet and legs, so I squirted some more and did them too. It felt really nice and creamy.

As I was looking at my feet, I noticed that the nails were long. Beth and Susie gave me a manicure as part of the makeover they did when they first dressed me up as Jenny and I had kept my fingernails shaped, so I could polish them. I rummaged through the table until I found Beth's nail clippers and an emery board and gave myself a pedicure. I had watched Beth twist her leg around so her foot was in her lap pointing up, but for the life of me I couldn't duplicate that exercise; just one more annoying reminder to me that I was not a girl. I ended up bending over and working on my toes, trimming the nails and smoothing them. When I was finished, I looked longingly at the nail polish. It would make me feel really girlish to have polished toenails, but I remembered I had another period of gym this week.

When I was satisfied that my hands, feet and legs were ready, I went back and started to put on the pantyhose. This time it went smoothly and, when I had one leg bunched up, I pointed my foot and pulled the sheer material over my toes and up over my knee. Then I did the same with the other leg. I stood up and continued to gently pull and smooth the stockings until the panty was at my crotch and then tugged on the waistband until it was above my waist. I went back and smoothed the legs and panty. The stockings felt light and cool on my skin. It was such a wonderful sensation, I wondered why girls didn't wear stockings all the time. I guessed that it was because they were easy to run and a nuisance to pull up and down when you had to go to the bathroom. As far as I was concerned, it would be worth it to feel so pretty and feminine.

I spent a lot of time admiring myself in the wall mirror. I turned and posed, ran my hands over my legs and enjoyed my first experience wearing pantyhose. Finally, I turned to the bed and picked up the dress. It zipped up the back. I pulled the zipper down to the waist and stepped into it. Then I pulled up the top, put my arms in and slipped it over my shoulders. The dress was a silky material and I could feel it sliding over my pantyhose as I moved. When I had it on, I reached around and found the zipper. I started to pull it up and got to the middle of my back, but my arms wouldn't reach any higher. I struggled to grab the zipper by reaching back over my shoulder and figured out that if I bunched up the material with my fingers, it would move the zipper higher and I could grab it. I finally managed to get the zipper all the way up. It took me a few minutes more of struggling to fasten the hook at the neck, but at last I was in my dress.

I wanted to model it, but I thought that it would be more fun if I did my hair and makeup first, so I could see my full transformation into Jenny. Then I remembered Beth telling me that girls usually did their hair and makeup before they put on their dress, so they wouldn't anything on it. Rats! Well, it was too late now. I went to the linen closet and got a big white towel to drape over my shoulders and sat down at Beth's dressing table. I used the blow dryer and styling brush to make my hair full and fluffy. When I was satisfied, I found a pale blue hair ribbon and slipped it on. I remembered watching Beth tweeze her eyebrows, so they were smooth. I found her tweezers and moved closer to the mirror to see if there were any stray hairs that I could remove. I found one and grabbed it with the tweezers. Ouch! That really hurt. I found a few more and pulled them out too. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Being beautiful really was painful. I didn't want to do too much or someone would notice. Then I started to work on my eye makeup: a little mascara on the lashes and a little eyeliner over and under the lids. The line was wavy and I decided to use the eye makeup remover and start again. After a couple of tries, I was satisfied. Finally, a little blush and some pale pink lipstick. I was getting really good at putting on lipstick. I puckered my lips to get a smooth, even coating and admired myself in the mirror. I noticed a tiny jar of lip-gloss and decided to put that on too. Wow! I really liked the way I looked.

Beth always said that accessories make the outfit. She would spend hours at the mall looking for just the right belt for a new skirt or earrings to go with a blouse, even though she had lots already. I thought she was nuts until now. When you put a lot of time and effort into your appearance you want everything to be perfect. I found a silver chain with a pearl on it in her jewelry box and fastened it around my neck. The pearl hung against my skin just above the neckline of my dress. I remembered that Beth had me buy a pair of pearl earrings when we were shopping at the mall and found them. I still wasn't good at getting the posts through the holes, but eventually managed to put them through and get the backs on. I started to walk back to get my shoes and then decided on some perfume as the finishing touch. I picked a powdery lilac scent that I always liked when Beth wore it.

Last but definitely not least, I thought, high heels. I smoothed my dress under me and sat on the edge of the bed. I slipped on one of the pumps. It slid easily over the nylon stockings. I crossed my leg and the stockings felt wonderful as they glided over each other. I slipped on the other pump. I stood up and had trouble balancing on the spike heels. I took a couple of small steps, using the dresser for support. The shoes I had worn with my other outfits had heels, but they were not this high or this narrow. I practiced walking, keeping my back straight and looking ahead. I turned to see myself in the mirror and almost fell over, but what I saw made it all worth it. Looking back at me was a pretty girl. I smiled and the pretty girl smiled back. The high heels raised the hem of my dress higher and I loved the way the arch of my foot made my legs look longer. Whatever it took to learn to walk in heels, it was worth it.

I looked at the clock. I had spent more than an hour getting dressed. Whoever said time flies when you're having fun was right. Mom and Susie would be home soon and I decided I better get downstairs and start on my homework. I got to the top of the stairs and considered whether I should take off my shoes before I tried to go down. A girl has to learn sometime I though to myself and cautiously inched my way down, holding onto the railing. It took a while, but I made it to the bottom and tottered into the kitchen. I was sitting at the table, working on my math when I heard the back door open and Susie rushed in.

"Jenny!" she squealed when she saw me. "Wow! You look beautiful."

I stood up and turned around for her, forgetting that I had on the high heels and had to grab the back of the chair for support, making Susie giggle.

"Well," I said with a big smile, "we'll just have see how you do wearing heels for the first time, won't we little Miss Giggles."

"Oh, yes, yes!" Susie replied gleefully, "I can't wait. Can I try your heels on now? Can I Jenny? Please?"

Before I could answer, Mom came in. She looked at me and did a double take.

"Jenny, my goodness! I love your dress and you've done such a nice job with your hair and makeup. I wish we had someplace to go so I could show off my glamorous daughter. Turn around, honey, let me see."

This time I remembered I had on heels and was much more careful how I moved. I slowly walked in a circle holding my arms away from my body with my hands out and fingers spread, the way I had seen models walk on TV.

"Mom, she has on high heels," Susie pointed out. "I want to wear high heels too. Can I Mom? Can I?"

"Of course you can, Susie," Mom agreed, "but not right now. The next time you have a party I'll see if I can find some heels for you, but they really don't make heels this high in your size. You'll need to grow a little more."

Susie pouted.

"You can try mine on if you want, Sis," I offered to cheer her up.

"No, Jenny. It's okay. You wear them. They're too big for me anyway. I guess I can wait a little bit."

Suddenly she was her happy self again and turned to Mom.

"Can Jenny play with me Mom?"

"Well, its almost dinner time," Mom told her, "and I have something I need to talk to Jenny about, so why don't you go upstairs and wash up."

After Susie left the kitchen, Mom turned to me. "I had a nice chat with Mrs. McGowan today," she said matter of factly."

"Yes, I know. I was there when she called you about my stomachache."

"No, after that," Mom said.

"Oh," I said, as if I was clueless. "About what?"

"She wanted to know why you came to school wearing your sister's underwear?"

My heart sank. I looked up at Mom. She didn't look mad or upset.

"Oh," I said nervously. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her that it wasn't your sister's underwear, it was yours."

"Oh," I said again, afraid of what was going to come next. "What did she say?"

"She said that it explained why you had pierced ears and came to school wearing nail polish."

I forgot all about my ears. She must have seen them when I lay down and my hair fell back.

"Is that all," I asked hopefully.

"No."

My heart sank again.

"Am I in trouble? Am I going to get thrown out of school? Did I get you in trouble?"

"No, no and no," Mom said reassuringly.

"Really?" I couldn't believe it.

"Really!" Mom emphasized.

"Then what did Mrs. McGowan have to say?"

Mom paused, then she said with a smile, "Mrs. McGowan said that in the future you should be more careful about what you wear to school on gym days, because she can't give you medical excuses for non-medical reasons."

I was so relieved I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so instead I just hugged Mom and put my head against her chest. She put her arms around me and hugged me back. We stayed together for a long time, a mother comforting her daughter. Then she relaxed and let go of me.

"It's okay, Jenny. I'm not mad and luckily Sally McGowan is a good friend and an understanding person. She is willing to let me deal with this. But why on earth did you take a chance and go to school in your girl's underwear?"

"I know it was dumb, Mom," I answered. "But, well, its just that I didn't want to give up being Jenny completely and I thought that nobody would know if I kept my panties and cammie on under my boy's clothes. I forgot that I had to get undressed for gym until I got to school. Then it was too late. I thought that if I pretended to have a stomachache, Mrs. McGowan would excuse me from gym. I never imagined that she would give me an examination and when she did, I tried my best not to let her see anything. Actually, I thought I got away with it." I looked down. "I guess not. I wont do it again," I added. "Promise."

"This is exactly what I was afraid of, Jenny. I love having a third daughter and Beth and Susie love having you as their sister, but I think it was a mistake for me to encourage you. It's just too complicated for someone your age."

I thought for a bit, then tried my best to explain my feelings.

"Mom, it is difficult, but it's not a mistake. I don't know how it happened that I was born a boy, but I should have been a girl. I know that now. I can pretend to be Johnny, but Jenny is who I am. I can't change how I feel about myself and nothing you can do can change things back to the way they were. I may have problems being Jenny, but I definitely will be miserable not being Jenny."

Mom didn't say anything. She just opened her arms and I moved back in for another mother and daughter hug. I thought I heard her sniffle, and then she was back to normal.

"Jenny, dear, please set the table. I am going upstairs to change out of my uniform and then we will have dinner. Beth called me at the hospital and said she would be staying at Chrissy's house after practice to work on a cheerleader fund raising project and that she will eat there."

Mom stared to go upstairs and then she stopped and turned around.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "With all the goings on I completely forgot. I have a surprise."

"A Surprise, Mom? What is it?" I asked excitedly.

"Well, you'll just have to wait until Beth gets home so I can tell you all at the same time. She would be upset if she wasn't here when I told you."

As soon as we finished dinner, Mom sent Susie off to her room to get ready for bed. I helped Mom clean up the kitchen and then she went upstairs to check on Susie and left me to finish my homework. I was working on an English essay when Beth came in.

She took one look at me and ordered, "Jenny, stand up. Turn around and let me look at you."

Why did everyone want me to do ballet routines in high heels I wondered as a tried my best to keep my balance.

"I hate you," Beth said angrily.

I was startled.

"Beth, I'm sorry. I, I, I thought it was okay for me to borrow your clothes. I, I, I didn't mean to make you mad. I will take your dress off immediately."

I turned around and stumbled towards the stairs.

"Stop, Jenny," Beth called after me. "Come back here. Please. I'm not mad at you. I was teasing."

I stopped and looked back at her. She was smiling at me. I slowly walked back.

"I don't hate you because you're wearing my dress. We're sisters and whatever I have is yours. I hate you because you look better in it than I do. The stockings, the shoes and the jewelry you picked out, even your makeup and perfume, they're all perfect. I was born a girl and you're better at it than me." She pretended to pout. "That's why I hate you. I'm jealous of my beautiful little sister."

"Stop it Beth. You're making me blush. There isn't anything I would rather have than a compliment from you, but I know it isn't true. I wish that I had a figure like yours, then I really would be beautiful; but I never will." I sighed.

Beth got serious. "Listen, Jenny. I may look sexy when I fill out, but you have a natural beauty. You'll see. It wont be long before the phone starts ringing with boys asking you for a date. You're going to be a real heartbreaker. I can tell."

I stared at her in surprise.

"Beth, what in the world are you talking about. I'm not dating boys. Are you nuts?"

"Maybe, maybe not," she replied. "You say that now, but a girl doesn't get dressed up for herself. She gets dressed up to look better than the other girls so the boys will notice her."

"Even if that were so Beth, I'm around boys all the time. I don't find any of them attractive. I see the girls all whispering and giggling when some guy good looking guy goes by, but I wouldn't want him to ask me out."

Beth paused, then said with her usual logic, "Of course not. Johnny is a boy and he's not gay, so why would he be romantically interested in another boy. But Jenny is a girl and its only natural for her to want to have a boyfriend."

As usual, Beth did have a point. I wasn't sure how it worked, but I definitely did feel differently about things as Jenny.

"Well," I joked, "maybe I will break hearts one day. But if you don't give me a lesson in how to walk in high heels, I will more likely break my neck."

The change of subject must have caught Beth off guard. There was a few seconds of silence and then she started laughing so hard I thought she'd wet herself. When she finally stopped, she walked over and took my hand.

"Of course, little sister, that's what big sisters are for. Here let me put on the pumps and I'll show you. It's easy once you know the secret."

I sat down on the chair and took off my shoes. Beth sat down on the other chair and pulled off her sneakers and sox. Then she slipped on the heels. She stood up and walked confidently to the stairs, did a graceful turn and walked back. I watched as her hips and behind swayed and made a note to try to copy her walk.

"See. It's easy. The trick is to keep your weight forward on the front of your foot, where the shoe is widest, and not to put any weight on your heel until you are standing still." She walked back to the stairs and slowly went up a step. "Going upstairs, you balance on the front of your foot and your heels don't even touch the stair." She turned around and started down. "Coming down, you put the front of your foot down first and then your heel. You can hear the sound when a woman walks in heels. Tap, tap, tap. Toe heel, toe heel, toe heel. When you walk in regular shoes, you put your whole foot down. Clump, clump, clump. It takes a little practice to be able to walk in heels, but you'll get used to it and before long you won't even think about it. You'll just do it automatically."

I looked at Beth appreciatively. "Thanks, Sis." Then I remembered that Mom had a surprise for us.

"Oh, silly, me. I completely forgot. Mom said she has a surprise for us and wanted to wait for you to get home before she told us."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Beth asked impatiently. "Lets get Susie and go see Mom."

I padded up the stairs in my bear fee while Beth went up like an Olympic athlete in her heels. We got to the top and went to Susie's room. Mom was sitting on her bed reading her a story. Beth and I hurried in and plopped down on the bed next to her.

"Okay, we're here. Tell us. What is the big surprise?"

TO BE CONTINUED

  

  

  

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