Visiting Sister

by Annalise Barker

 

Part Two

Richard walked into the spare bedroom of his sister, Natasha’s flat in London. Laid out on the bed was an array of women’s clothes, make up and toiletries, some types of which he had never even seen before.

"Richard, " Natasha had called from the living room. "First things first. Get out of those horrible boys’ clothes you’re in, and go and have a nice long shower. There is some special cream on the bed that I want you to cover your body with before you get in. It will remove the hair off your body so you are lovely and smooth like me. We don’t want any giveaways do we! Once you’ve rinsed it off, make sure you haven’t missed any bits, then use the shower gel I have left in there. It will make you smell quite delicious."

Inside, Richard’s stomach was in knots, and he wasn’t sure why. The feeling of losing all control was making him very nervous, but he hoped and preyed that being brother and sister, Natasha wouldn’t do anything too mean to him during the weekend. At the same time, he knew he had kind of enjoyed that night, back at college. He had spent the intervening years trying to deny it to himself, and had avoided the issue at every turn; now it was back to haunt him, and he had absolutely no say in the matter. She knew full well that he couldn’t afford for anyone to find out such a thing, whether it be their parents, his friends, his employer, or even any of her friends he had met, as they would sure to meet their parents at some time in the future. The only consolation was the fact she had managed to drag her boyfriend Robert into this game she was playing. With that thought playing in his mind, he had started to rub on the cream she had put out on the bed. After making sure that every part of his lower body had been well and truly covered, he walked to the shower, switched it on and got in. After a few moments, his body hair started to fall off him and he watched as it disappeared down the plughole. "No return now I guess, "he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. His sister had been right about the shower gel; it did smell delicious, although quite obviously very feminine. He read the bottle – White Musk, from The Body Shop.

After what was possibly the longest shower he had ever taken, Richard climbed out and began to towel himself down. Once dry, he walked back over to the bed and perused its contents. Laid out near the top was an array of fantastically sexy lingerie, all clearly very expensive. A call from his sister brought him around. "Richard. Before you dive in, you are going to need a little something to help with that little giveaway you have at the front. Look in the top drawer at the side of the bed and you’ll see a pair of panties with a little something extra that will work wonders in concealing that bulge of yours. Once you’ve worked out how to get it on, give me a shout and we can pick out your first outfit together." Richard found the panties in the drawer and he sat down on the bed next to the drawers to fathom out which way round they were supposed to fit. After a bit of a squeeze, he found himself sliding his cock into the attached sleeve, pulling it back through his legs and fastening the strap behind him. Although hardly the most comfortable piece of underwear he had ever put on, it did the job, and when he looked down, all he saw was a smooth, flat front, just as if he was a real girl. He was amazed that such a tiny piece of material could transform him so, and he just kept looking down, running his fingers over his new mound.

He was still doing this when his sister entered the room. "Like what it does for you?" she asked rhetorically. "It suits you. While we are at it, I have another little device that you are going to be very impressed with." She held up another small bit of clothing, and when she pulled it out and held it up to him, he could see it was some kind of underwear to wrap around his waist. "This little beauty will give you a tiny feminine waist and hips to die for." She moved behind and wrapped the soft material around him. Just as he was warming to the soft feeling, she yanked hard at the straps, making him gasp sharply. "Slow breathing brother. This is going to get a lot tighter yet." With a knee pressed against his bottom, she continued to pull the waist cincher ever tighter, until she finally tied it off and turned him around to admire her results. "Wow! You look great Richard. Go and have a look yourself. There’s a full-length mirror over there. Bought it especially for you this weekend." When he saw the effect the cincher had on his figure, Richard could barely believe his eyes. "I look like a….. a girl," he stammered. "Well not quite dear, but we’re getting there. You’ve certainly got the body for it now though. So much so, that ‘Richard’ hardly seems appropriate now, does it? Have you come up with a new girl’s name for yourself yet?" Richard was still gazing into the mirror, but he had heard the question. "Rachel. I’d like to be called Rachel if that’s okay." Natasha smiled. "Rachel. That’s a pretty name. You are hereby re-christened as Rachel – my new sister. Now, Rachel, let’s find you some lovely feminine clothes to wear for your first weekend as my sister."

Just like it had happened years previously, Natasha had helped her brother into a pair of her sheer black stockings and suspenders. She could clearly see he had still enjoyed the feeling as he gently pulled the nylon material up his now-smooth thighs, delicately attaching the four clips from the straps hanging down from the garter belt, threaded under his panties. It was like watching a new person being created before her very eyes, she had thought to herself. "You’ll need these again I think, "said Natasha with a smile. She held up the first of two breast forms and carefully smeared a coating of adhesive onto the back. "Best that they don’t fall off this weekend. That could be at a rather inopportune moment, so let’s make sure." She pressed the first, then the second breast against his chest, and within a minute, they were firmly attached, the weight slightly pulling forward. "Let’s get this on you Rachel." Natasha held up the arms of a pretty black lacy bra, which Richard reached into. He carefully positioned the bra around his new breasts while Natasha attached the hooks at the back. Richard stayed silent, but continued to look down, testing the weight of the forms, held in the lacy material.

"Now then. You have a choice: black or black?" She let the moment hang. "This black lycra mini dress or alternatively the black lycra mini skirt with matching Lycra crop top? The choice is completely up to you Rachel." Natasha was holding up the skirt and dress, and Richard’s eyes were darting between them. Before he could answer, his sister cut in, "I can see you like them both dear, so I suggest you wear one tonight, and I’ll let you take the other away to wear another time. How about the dress tonight?" Richard was nodding his head in agreement, not even realising what she had said about taking her clothes away with him. He took the mini dress and started to slide into it, head first. Natasha had to help out with the first bit, but he was soon able to take over and began pulling the clingy dress into position over his breasts and hips. Once on, it sat just about an inch below his suspender straps attached to his stockings, but the moment he leant forward to reach for the hairbrush he had just knocked from the dressing table, the dress rode up, exposing a glimpse of his bottom underneath. Natasha was waiting for this and said, "I think you are going to be a hit tonight Rachel." Richard smiled back, not knowing what she meant by this and said, "Thanks sis’."

"Now you were brunette last time we played dress up, and everyone thought it really suited you, so I’ve bought you another wig, but a little longer, so we can try some different styles on you. Sit down there if you can. We’ll get this on, and get on with your make-up." At this stage Natasha made Richard turn away from the mirror, as she carefully fitted the new wig. Once on, so went behind him and set to work on platting the hair into a complex French plat. This took a good fifteen minutes, and once finished, she was impressed with her handiwork. "Now let’s get some colour on your face missy." She went to work on her brother, and in no time at all, there was a beautiful young woman looking back at her.

"Would you like to have a look at yourself Rachel?" she teased. "Oh yes please Nat," he answered.

Richard turned around and caught sight of himself for the first time in the full length mirror. "She’s gorgeous Nat," exclaimed Richard. "Rachel. That’s you; you’re the one that’s gorgeous. I might have had a bit of a say in the matter, but I had good materials to work with. It’s you, Rachel, who is gorgeous."

Richard was speechless. He was staring at himself in the mirror, scarcely able to believe his eyes. If he had seen a babe like that in a nightclub, he would have even struggled to speak to her, he was so in awe of her good looks, and there she was, just staring back at him, only an arms length away. "I’ll leave you two love birds alone for a few minutes. When you’re done, I’ll be in the living room, fixing us a couple of drinks," Natasha joked.

Ten minutes later, the two girls were sitting on the sofa chatting. Natasha was starting to tell Rachel about the club they would be going to later, when they heard the key turning in the front door. As the door opened, Robert walked in. Natasha jumped up and went straight to greet him, before he had even realised there was another person in the room. "I’ve missed you SO much darling," she whispered loudly to him. "Have you missed me too?" Before he could answer, she took him in a full embrace and was kissing him full on the mouth. Before he barely had chance to reciprocate, she pulled away, spun around and said, "Have you met my friend Rachel before?"

Robert turned towards the sofa, and his eyes widened as he took in the vision of beauty before him. "Nnno," he stuttered, "It’s a great pleasure to meet you Rachel." He reached forward to shake her hand as Richard held out his fingers that lightly clasped the outstretched hand. "Rachel is joining us for this weekend," added Natasha.

"What?" exclaimed Robert. "She knows about we are doing? For charity, of course."

"Of course she does. She has even said you can borrow some of her clothes and make-up if you like. And I know you like!"

Robert began to blush madly and made an excuse to leave the room. "Robbie. Get yourself into that shower dear, and get ready. As soon as you’re done, I’ll get ready and we’ll be off," Nat called after him. The bedroom door closed and the sisters fell about in quiet mirth on the sofa. "Nat, that was really mean. I can’t believe you didn’t tell him that it was me. He’s going to find out sometime," said Rachel. "I’ll give him time to get dressed and made up, and by the time he comes out he will be squirming real bad!" Natasha grinned. "We’ll keep him going for a few minutes while he tries to explain himself to you, then maybe we’ll tell him. What do you think?" Rachel nodded her head in agreement and they both hit their next drink.

About forty minutes later the bedroom door opened. Out stepped a blonde minx that was almost as beautiful as the second new girl in the apartment that day. "Rachel, meet Samantha," said Natasha. Rachel stood up to get a better view, and saw a pair of shiny tan-coloured legs going on forever, stretching from a pair of two-inch strappy high heels, finally being enveloped by a purple mini skirt and cropped sleeveless top. The shoulder length blonde hair was styled into a ‘bob’ and various pieces of delicate jewellery finished off the look. "Samantha, you look good enough to eat. Is this the same macho male I have just seen sweeping my friend off her feet as he came into the apartment?" Natasha was barely concealing her laughter when Rachel came out with this, while poor Robert was blushing a bright crimson.

"Sammie dear… be a love and teeter over here on those lovely heels to show us all how good you have become at being a girl," teased Natasha. Robert did exactly as he was asked, and was quite the expert, Rachel had thought. "Now just sit down there, and don’t flash too much of your womanhood at us when you do!" she continued. "Oh, and by the way, Richard is here too."

Samantha spun round to look towards the spare bedroom, but saw no one. It took a couple of seconds, but it suddenly began to dawn on him that Rachel might not be all that she seemed. "You’re not are you? You can’t be! That is amazing." His crushing humiliation had subsided as soon as it had arrived, and now he could not stop staring at the devastating brunette sitting across from him. "Hello again Sammie. Apparently I’m Rachel for this weekend, as you are Samantha."

"Girls," Natasha interrupted, "I love you both to bits, you know that, and that’s why I have planned for you both to share this weekend with me. I want you both to enjoy every minute as much as I shall. You look absolutely gorgeous and feminine, better than I had ever hoped for and if you settle into these roles we have created together, I promise you will love me all the more afterwards, as I love you. I’ve got you both here by being a bit mean, but I swear I will never do this again to either of you unless you ask me for my help. Now we are going to have a few lessons before we go out tonight, but by the looks of you both, I doubt it will even be needed. I’m just going to get ready myself, and in the meantime, I want you to watch the video I have ready in the machine. It has a few tips you might find useful about the finer arts of femininity. And no snogging girls!" Before they had even had time to react, Natasha had turned and was walking into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The two boy-girls sat in silence watching the video, taking in every scrap of information they could before the night ahead. Neither wanted to be the one ‘discovered’ whilst out, and they lapped up all available tips to keep up the façade.

"When a lady sits, she always looks down first, before keeping her legs together and gently sitting. Each type of skirt or dress will have its own challenges to overcome, but with practice, you too can be as feminine as the Debutant at her first Ball. Protecting your modesty can certainly be not the easiest of things to do in a micro skirt, but if you take the time to watch how real girls do this seemingly simple task, you will soon learn how to be a truly convincing woman," the video went on. "The art of putting on make-up is not to be taken lightly. Professional make-up artist can spend years perfecting their skills. Young girls spend their formative years mimicking their mothers, before moving on to practising on their sisters and best friend. As the girls move into womanhood, they get the opportunity to visit a salon or beauty counter, where they can learn the finer detail, and perfect the feminine look. You too must seek assistance in these matters; otherwise this will potentially be one of the easiest giveaways to a real woman. She will spot you from ten paces even if you think you have done a perfect job on that lipstick and eye shadow."

By the time the video was only half way through, both new girls were feeling a little daunted by what might lie ahead of them. "Rachel… I don’t mind telling you I’m more than a little scared about what Natasha might do to us this weekend. I don’t know what she has done to you to get you here, but you’ve probably figured by now that ‘charity’ has absolutely nothing to do with why I am doing this. Your sister has well and truly trapped me and now, without going into the detail, I feel I have no choice in this whatsoever."

"Robert," Richard started to say before he was interrupted. "Eh, Rachel. Look… we had better keep it to girls’ names for this weekend. I suspect the last thing you would want me to call you in an hour or so is ‘Richard’. Bit of a giveaway I think, so call me Samantha or Sammie – the more girly the better!"

"Okay Sammie. I’m sorry, but I’m a bit nervous too. To be honest, I was made to this kind of thing some years ago, and I am not exactly a willing participant either, but like you, I have been made fully aware that is not optional, so we may as well get on with it, and do our level best to avoid being rumbled. And by the looks at the two of us so far, I would say we are doing pretty well. I could almost fancy you myself….. eh, but of course I, I, I don’t."

"How are you girls getting on with the video?" Natasha glided into the living room and both new girls turned and stared. She had changed into a very short, scarlet halter-neck dress, low cut to reveal the top of her cleavage. Sheer champagne-coloured tights and high heels gave her legs the shapely curves to die for. Her make-up was as immaculate as any of the models in the video, and she had put her dark red hair up, leaving the smooth lines of her neck uncovered to lead down to the open back of her dress. Rachel and Samantha were in awe of their sister/girlfriend. "Oh, do you like my outfit?" she teased them. "I bought it last week from a little designer I know down in Kensington. Maybe you could borrow it over the weekend if you like, but no fighting over it. I know what you girls can be like about clothes," she giggled. Both new girls began to blush a little at this last remark, and quickly turned back towards the television. "I think we had better think about going now, so switch off the video sis. Check your make-up before you go," Natasha added, before watching each of her charges move towards the wall mirror.

As the three girls walked out of the front doors of the apartment block, a warm breeze blew gently across then, caressing their nylon-clad legs. Of course Natasha barely noticed the sensation, but to Rachel and Samantha the feeling made them shiver in delight as they savoured the feeling. "Are you two okay?" Natasha asked them, and they both nodded in reply, pursing their lipstick-covered lips together. "Come on then. There’s partying to be done," she urged.

As they approached ‘The Shot Glass’ bar, Rachel and Samantha began to slow. There were two large male door staff at the entrance, each checking the prospective clientele as they entered. When the girls arrived at the door, there were two lads in front of them, both in their late twenties/early thirties – similar ages to them. The door staff were both looking pretty mean, and without reason, both lads were turned away. "Nat, what the hell are we doing? These guys mean business," said Rachel, in an increasingly high pitched voice. "They’re going to see straight through us, beat us to a pulp, and god knows what else. Please let us go home."

"Rachel, be quiet, smile, and I promise you it will be fine. Follow my lead, and look them straight in the eye," Natasha assured them both.

"Good evening ladies," said the first of the two doormen. "How are we tonight? Doing anything later?"

Nat slowed her walk as she approached them, looked straight at the doorman, raised her hand to her mouth and blew him a kiss. The man just laughed and then waved them all straight in, without even demanding the usual entry fee. Once inside the club, Natasha pulled the two girls close to her and said, "So what do you think now? Still think you’re going to get rumbled. You just passed two guys whose job it is to inspect the clients entering the club, for age, weapons, drugs etc. They were almost drooling over you pair. I was getting quite jealous, " she smiled at their still-nervous faces. "Wait there while I go and get some drinks. Bacardi and Coke for you girls! No more of that ‘Pint of Bitter’ nonsense! Hang on here, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" She winked and walked off to the bar.

Rachel and Samantha looked at each other without speaking for a minute. Samantha spoke first. "Your sister’s right you know. We are well and truly getting away with this. Apart from admiring males, no one is giving us a second glance."

"You aren’t joking about the admiring looks from the blokes in here. I never realised they were such a bunch of lechers," said Rachel. "They’re not even looking at my face, but just my tits – sorry, breasts."

"Rachel. You do have great breasts though. It does have to be said that Natasha has given us both a fantastic pair each." The girls laughed out loud, just as Natasha was returning with their drinks. "So what’s the big joke girls?" she asked them. "Oh, nothing Nat," replied Rachel. "Just having a bit of fun." "I’m glad to hear it," Natasha said.

For the next hour, they were dancing, giggling and having a few more Bacardi’s, until they were all a little tipsy. "Gosh I think I need the loo Nat," whispered Rachel. "Will you come with me? I’ve never used the girls’ before, and I’d rather not be arrested on my first visit. Bit of moral support, if you like." Natasha nodded and took her brother’s hand, leading him towards the girls’ toilets.

After they had finished their business, Natasha sat Rachel down on one of the stools in front of the mirror. "Let touch up your lippy girlfriend, before we go back out and face those boys." Rachel sat still while his sister gently held his chin with one hand, and carefully applied the gloss to his pursed lips. ""You know you really are quite beautiful Rich….. Rachel," she quickly corrected herself.

"Thanks sis’, and I don’t just mean for the compliment. I’m not sure why you have done this to us both, but I can see you have put a lot of time, effort and money into this. You haven’t just turned us into a couple of drag queens, but have really given us the opportunity to experience what it is really like to be girls, just like you. I’m not saying I’d have chosen this for myself, but now I’m stuck with it, I guess I’ll make a go of it." They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, but Natasha didn’t say anything; she didn’t need to. Her brother had said it all.

When they returned outside to the booming music in the club, Samantha was not where they had left him. After a few minutes looking around, Natasha spotted her boyfriend sitting between two rather athletic young men. "Whoa," she cried out loud. "That’s my boyfriend sitting over there with two of the fittest hunks in this club. I don’t believe what I am seeing."

"Nat, it’s okay. He’s just talking. Don’t get angry with him," her brother started to placate her.

"No, no, I’m not angry sis. You misunderstand me. I’m more amazed than angry; amazed at what I have created. My big macho boyfriend….. I know I got him into lacy lingerie and stockings, but this is something different again. He surely can’t be turning to like men this quickly?"

"I think perhaps you’re jumping to conclusions Natasha. Several men have been coming up to me to talk, and yes, I have been talking back – doesn’t make me want to go to bed with them. Actually it’s been quite exciting; what you don’t understand is that when you’re at a place like this as a man, you have to make all the running with the girls. Now I’m standing here dressed head to toe in feminine lingerie, a beautiful, sexy mini dress and made up like I am a bride about to walk down the aisle. Men have been approaching me to talk all night. It’s very flattering – not something I’m used to, even if you are."

"To be honest, Rachel, I hadn’t thought about it like that before, but I can certainly see what you mean. Perhaps you should also think about one thing though sis… cast your mind back to the last time you were in a club and when you did go up to a pretty girl and got talking to her. Tell me why you were talking to her? What did you want from her? I’ll put my next month’s pay that you wanted to bed her and shag her senseless… Get my point? Nothing wrong with that of course, but I’m standing here watching exactly that – two rather gorgeous men trying to get inside my boyfriend’s frilly knickers."

With that, Natasha began to walk over to where the three of them were sitting. "Hi Sammie. So who are these two you’ve pulled, you dark horse, you!"

Samantha was startled, like a frightened rabbit caught in headlights. "Oh, ah, Nat. They’re just two friends I got talking to – James and Tom."

Samantha, you are such a bad girl. We can't take our eyes off you for one minute before you go trying to pick up all the local boys. What must they think? James, Tom, I must apologise for my friend being quite so forward. I hope she hasn't started talking dirty to you yet!"

By this point Samantha was blushing bright red. " Boys, could you leave us alone for a few minutes?" James and Tom both stood up, smiled back at Samantha, each winking at her in turn, before walking over to the bar. " Natasha, you really embarrassed me then. I was only chatting to them. They just seemed quite nice boys, nothing more."

"Samantha, just listen to yourself. You are my boyfriend, sitting in a nightclub, wearing a blonde wig, sheer Lycra tights, a purple mini-skirt, and a petite sleeveless crop top. You are wearing high heels, and make-up to-die-for. You are one of the most gorgeous babes in this nightclub, wearing frilly knickers, albeit scanty ones, and you are sitting in between two rather good-looking boys, just chatting? If you can possibly cast your mind back all of two hours to when you too were a boy, then it doesn't take too much imagination to know that the one and only thing on the minds of those two innocent little boys, was to get inside your pretty knickers, and fuck you senseless. Samantha, as you might have spotted, I'm a girl too, and even I would like to fuck you senseless, just as you are." Samantha was speechless, so Natasha continued. " Rachel, if you saw this hot babe in a nightclub, would you want to take her straight to bed and screw her brains out?"

"Absolutely. Samantha, you're gorgeous, and if I had been one of those boys sitting next to you, then I too would have a one-track mind. And I can tell you that it would not be whether or not to buy you another gin and tonic!"

Rachel suddenly became aware that both Samantha and Natasha were staring at him, smiling. Natasha said, "So my brother is also hitting on my boyfriend?!" She burst out laughing, before quickly reaching out and taking her younger brother into a tight embrace. "I'm only pulling your leg Rachel. Just ignore me. Listen girls, what say we go and have a bit of a boogie?"

The three girls walked over walked over to the dance floor and within moments of starting to dance, were surrounded by most of the best looking boys in the club. Even with strappy high heels on, their adrenalin kept them dancing for almost an hour. Not one of the boys could keep it going for that long, but despite this they seemed to have more than enough energy to pinch the occasional bottom cheek and engage in a bit of Dirty Dancing, sidling up and bumping the girls from behind. Finally, exhausted, the three returned to their seat and collapsed there.

"I can't believe what those boys were getting up to," Samantha exclaimed. "They were trying to press their cocks into my backside, albeit while they were still in their trousers. I could feel that they were rock hard inside. So much for English boys being shy!"

"So now you know how it feels to be a girl on a night out," Natasha said, her eyebrows raised. "Time to go home I think. You girls have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, and we all need our beauty sleep."

After being flirted with mercilessly by the cab driver on the way home, the girls finally made it back to the flat, and crashed down on to the big sofa. "Did you hear what that geek was coming out with? I've never heard such sexist rubbish in all my life. Can you believe he even offered to get out and help us open the door to the flat?" exclaimed Rachel.

"I bet you missed him leering at your stocking-clad legs Rach? He was giving it you the right up and down letch!" added Samantha.

"You're a one to talk," Natasha started. "He was giving both of you the look of love! And don't either of you even try to deny that you didn't know exactly what he was doing, and that you loved every minute of it. My own brother! Yes, I saw you Rachel. I saw you giving him that little smile of yours, the rather feminine act of lowering your eyes when he looked at you. It wouldn't surprise me if you it even managed to give him your phone number!" By this time Samantha was nearly falling off the sofa, she was laughing so much. "And I don't know what you are laughing at Sammie. You were flirting with him just as much as Rachel was. I saw you bump into him when you got out of the taxi when he held the door open for us."

Samantha was blushing furiously. "I don't know what you mean. I just lost my balance in these high heels."

"The same high heels that I have just seen you dancing in for an hour! Tell it to the jury babe. Anyway, enough of the girly flirting stories from you two minxes, it's bedtime. Rachel, if you go in to the top drawer next to the bed, you will find a beautiful pair of silk panties to go with a matching silk nightdress. Don't even think of trying on any of your boy's clothes, even for bedtime! I think that even if you wanted to wear them, they would be somewhat inappropriate after your behaviour with the boys tonight. Just remember; we were three girls out for a good time tonight, and we are remaining as three girls for the duration of the weekend. Sweet dreams sis. Come on Sammie, let and go and play at being two naughty girls together, dressed up in pretty lingerie! Let's see how bad we can be!" Natasha took Samantha's hand and led her to her bedroom, closing the door behind them.

 

 

 

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