A Boy With Girly Hair - The Contest - Part 3

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That Wednesday morning, I slipped into a new nightgown for the first time. I loved the feel of the cotton over my arms and body. It was so pretty with lace around the collar and wrists, and rows of tiny blue flowers, and an alternating striped pattern that ran the length of the gown. Right away, I felt more like a girl than a boy.

Ed called as he said he would. He's very responsible, I thought to myself. I was so tongue-tied that I could hardly talk at first except to say "yes" and "really." I must have sounded retarded or something; I was so nervous. After some small talk, he finally got to what was on his mind. "Let's do something together?" He said.

"Sure, what?" I asked.

"Let's go to Great America in Jamestown. I haven't been there. They opened up after I moved away, and I'm looking for someone to go with. Ever been there?" he asked.

"No, but I'd love to go." This was a lie because I'd been there several times. But I lie every day of my life, so it was easy lying to him.

"What are you going to wear?" he asked.

"I don't know yet. What would you like me to wear?"

"Something cute, and wear makeup, of course."

"Want me to wear my hair in any way special?" I asked him. Damn, I thought, why did I say that!

"Anyway, you want. Pick you up in half an hour."

"Are you kidding!" I shrieked, my high-pitched voice getting higher than it is. "I'll need two hours to get ready. Remember I have my hair, makeup, and girl's clothes

to put on."

"Oh, ya, that's right. Ok, let's make it in an hour and a half. See you."

"Ok, Edward. I'll see you about 10:30 this morning.

"Ahh," I sighed a deep breath of relief.

"Jean, Mom," I called several times. "Help me get ready to go out." My sister came over and asked what was up, and I told her that Ed and I were going to Great America together, and I needed her to fix my hair and makeup and help me get dressed. "After all, this IS the first time I'm going out as a girl."

"Mom, Mom," Sis yelled, "Nick's going out with Ed, you know Mike's older brother. Sorry, brother, I was just leaving. You'll have to help you get ready like she did when I went out on dates. Be sure to remember everything you two did so you can tell me later. And I mean everything."

"This isn't a date," I insisted. "Ed just never was at Great American, and he wants company."

"Mom, I need your help getting ready. Ed and I are going to Great America today," I called.

Mom walked over to me, not sure of what she heard. "Oh my, oh my, isn't that a pretty nightgown," she said as she put her hands on my shoulders and looked me over.

"Mom, did you hear me? Ed and I are going to Great America today."

A scowl came over Mom's face, and her voice lost its cheerfulness. "Nick, do you think you might be carrying this too far, going out in public? I'm not sure I approve. No, I don't think I approve."

"But Mom, you and dad had a great time with me dressing up, remember," I moaned to her.

"Yes, but that was in the privacy of our home, not in public; and well, your dad more than me," she answered back.

In desperation, I said, "Ask Dad, go ahead and ask him." Mom went into the kitchen and called Dad at work. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew they were having a discussion, maybe an argument. Finally, Mom hung up and walked over to me. "Your father says it's all right for you to go out, but to be sure you talk and act and dress just as a girl would. He says that if he ever hears about you being spotted as a boy, you'll have the devil to pay, and you know what that means," she said in a stern tone of voice.

Mom was really motivated to get me ready with that decided on, so I could pass as a girl. We went into the family room, where the rest of my new clothes were folded in their boxes. Mom said she would put my clothes in my room for me after I left.

Then she pulled my hair tightly back and twisted and twisted it into a bun, which she secured with lots of bobby pins. This way, she said, it wouldn't get caught in anything. "And don't take it out," she warned. Mom said it looked nice on me because I had a small face and sharp features. Then she started on the makeup.

Suddenly she stopped work and declared, "Better use your father's shaver to get off the few soft blond hairs on your face." When I came back, she inspected my face and said it was fine. "Now, all you need is a little foundation, a little eyebrow

pencil, and a little pale lipstick." These she applied in no time at all.

"What about the eyeliner and eyeshadow and all the other stuff Sis put on me?" I asked.

"You don't need those for the morning and especially for an amusement park," she answered.

"Now for your clothes. These look appropriate," Mom said as she picked out clothes from the boxes on the floor. She handed me a blue pleated skirt that came just above my knees and a pair of panties. "And wear this," she said, handing me a box containing an athletic supporter. "Put the panties over it and call me when you're dressed." Then Mom went into the kitchen.

When I finished dressing, Mom looked me over and pulled at the sides of the skirt until satisfied with how it hung on me. "Keep your skirt here," she said. "Hips, that's one thing men don't have is hips, but you do have a nice waist." Next, she held out a  sports bra she called it. "Arms out," she said as I slid my arms into the openings. She then adjusted the straps, pulling here and there until it fit well, and clasped it in the back. Then she startled me by pulling down the cups and stuffing pads in each one. "How does it feel, dear?" "Fine," I replied, but it really felt tight and strange against my skin. But in one way, I liked the feeling of the tight bra across my chest and my hair pulled back tight. Then Mom handed me a simple white blouse with a rounded collar. I thought my skirt and blouse looked kinda plain, but I figured Mom knew what she was doing.

After putting on a pair of my girl socks and gym shoes, Mom looked me over closely. "Hair...fine; makeup, fine; clothes fine," she said, checking me over one more time.

"Oh, My God! Look at those nails," she exclaimed. Mom hurried to get a nail file and quickly shaped my nails. "When we get home, young man, we've got to take care of these."

"Geez, Mom. Don't get so excited. And ya, don't girls get fingernail polish?" I asked half-jokingly.

Mom quickly answered me, "Girls do, but you don't." I don't Mom wanted to say that but it just came out.

"That's another thing, Nick, or I should say, Nicky, no more 'ya,' 'geez,' 'dunno,' or 'cause.' From now on, you are to pronounce your words and speak slowly," Mom said, carefully enunciating her words. "It's one thing for boys to talk that way, but it's not proper for girls; do you hear me, young lady?"

"Yes, Mother," I replied.

"And remember to say 'thank you and 'you're welcome.' Your manners were never great as a boy, so they might as well be good as a girl."

Over enunciating my words, I replied, "Yes, Mother, I understand." For some reason, Mother was becoming upset, and I didn't know why. She started off calm enough but was now losing it.

"And one more thing, try to show some interest in what your date has to say. Ask him questions. Let him talk about himself. Don't hog the conversation. Pretend he's smarter and wittier and more handsome than he really is, although, well, he

is very handsome."

"Yes, Mother, I will." Mom went on, becoming more dramatic as she spoke.

"And, Nicky/Nick, this is your first date I mean, as a girl, so you know, don't get, too involved with Edward. At your age, just have fun and well, be a good girl, that's all," Mom said, stumbling over her words. "And here is a little shoulder purse with some money in it. Offer to pay for your ride, insist if you have to, and don't lose it. And remember, you are a boy; I mean, remember to think that you're a girl but don't lose touch with reality that you are a male."

"Yes, Mother," I replied. All Mom's talk made me even more apprehensive than I was, even though I'm not sure what she was trying to say. It's no big deal going to the amusement park, I thought. Like I did that with Mike last year, and it wasn't a date. What made me nervous was going out dressed as a girl and having to talk with a man a lot older than me. Like what would we have in common to talk about?

Suddenly, I became so nervous that my legs quivered so much that I had to sit down on the living room couch. Mom all the while peeked out the window blinds, looking for Ed to arrive.

When I saw Ed drive up, I opened the door, shouted "bye," and ran out. I didn't want this to look like a date, and if I walked, I worried that I just may faint or something.

"Have fun," Mom called with a sniffle in her voice.

Ed's car was a shiny black B&W. It was a lot nicer than our Chevy. For twenty minutes, we hardly said anything to each other. Then it hit me; I'm a boring person.

Who in their right mind, especially a hunk like Ed, would want to be with me? And I was sure I was about the plainest girl he ever was with these stupid clothes and this stupid hairdo. I'm glad Ed began to talk about his school, Harvard, and what he wanted to be after he graduated, and his interests. I guess he felt he had to break the monotony. Then he asked me lots of questions about how my sister got me into a girl's hairdo, makeup, and girl's clothes. I told him she needed a model and that there was a prize of two thousand dollars and if we won, I would get half. He asked me what I would buy for a thousand dollars. That was an easy question.

I made plans to spend the money as soon as I decided to be in the contest.

"A motorcycle," I told him. And I told him Sis said I needed to practice behaving like a girl and looking like one so I would be comfortable the day of the pageant. He had lots of questions about me dressing up, and I was getting a little bored answering them. I guess he ran out of the question because he was quiet for the next 15 or so minutes. Then I knew for sure that I was the most boring person Ed ever knew.

When we were almost there, he startled me by asking, "Are you wearing panties?"

I hesitated. "Yes."

"Let me see them," he asked.

A few minutes passed. I lifted up my skirt to reveal my white panties, the ones with lace around the waist and leg openings.

"Pretty, real pretty," he said, sneaking a peek over his shoulder at them.

"Thank you."

"And now, can I see your bra?"

With that, I looked around for other cars and, seeing none, turned towards him, unbuttoned my blouse, and spread it apart, revealing my chest. "It's a sports bra, a comfortable one," I said with some embarrassment at its simplicity.

"Nice," he said as he glanced at it.

"Do you want to see my breast?" I asked and, in a second, pulled out a breast pad.

"Here it is." Ed really laughed hard at that. Then he told me about a date he had when he got his hands in her bra, and the same thing fell out. It turned out that she was as flat-chested as I was. I told him he shouldn't have had his hands there in the first place.

"You never know what you get when you open a box of chocolate," he said just like Forest Gump, and we laughed and laughed. Somehow that finally got us off on the right foot. I was really glad Ed had a sense of humor.

Ed insisted on paying for everything even though I told him that my mother wanted me to pay my share. I tried really hard to remember all the girl things Mom told me, but I just had fun after a while. It's hard not to grow close to someone, a girl or guy, when you're screaming together on the rollercoaster ride that's scaring you half to death. I even went on the Super Rollercoaster; when I first saw it with Mike, I said "no way." The Super was awesome. It went really high and stopped. The grinding of metal on metal made everyone realize that it was a mighty machine. It groaned like a hungry beast about to devour us, the passengers. Then it dropped so fast that.

I flew up out of the seat. I'm sure I would have sailed out of the car if a bar didn't hold us in. Then it flew over a bunch of little hills, turning really fast over on its side. Ed was squished next to me, and then I was squished next to him. He was heavy next to me, even though he tried to keep his weight off me. A second time the Super went to the top. I closed my eyes this time and took a deep breath, and let it out as a scream as we fell from the sky. Not that I was scared, but it's more fun when you scream. Everyone was screaming, even Ed went "wow," all the way down; I guess he's had lots of experiences and isn't easily scared. When it came

time for me to get out, my legs were mushy, so Ed gave me his hand and helped me to the platform.

I was a wreck with strands of hair streaked across my face and with my blouse and skirt twisted up. If I were dressed like a boy, I'd just unbuckle, unzip, and tuck in my shirt. But as a girl, I tried to be as inconspicuously as possible, slipping in my blouse and straightening my skirt. It was then when I realized I popped the top two buttons of my blouse; but without them, I felt more comfortable, so I unbuttoned one more.

"Ed, can we sit down so I can fix my hair," I said. He said, "sure," and we sat down on one of the benches. I plucked out bobby pins until my hand was full.

"Hold these," I said to him without thinking. He held up his palm, and I dropped them into it. He kinda twitched, like they were hot, but I didn't say anything. As I picked the pins out of my hair, I dropped them in his hand. Then I wound my hair into a knot and repined it. Even as Nick, I didn't like hair on my neck.

"No fast rides, please," I said in a bit of a girl's voice and with a little girl pout on my face. Ed just smiled.

Ed and I seemed to have a lot in common after all. We both screamed and laughed and made all those silly sounds that people make at an amusement park.

So even if he was older, we got along great. I had more fun at the Park than I ever can remember. We went on lots of rides. I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel, but he said it was for "sis" but stopped in mid-sentence. And we ate and ate and drank and drank. I'm sure glad I was prepared because my skirt was always flying up. I must have looked clumsy trying to keep it down and in place, but Ed got a kick out of seeing me struggle with it.

When we first got to the Park, we just walked side by side, but after the Super, I took his hand without thinking. He let my hand slip until just our fingertips touched. For most of the rest of the day, we walked hand in hand or really fingertip to fingertip. In the past, I always felt icky touching any part of another guy's body but dressed like a girl; I didn't feel uncomfortable at all holding Ed's hand; in fact, I liked it. Ed had strong hands. I could feel his strength in his fingers as he helped me to the platform. And he had strong legs. I even had to ask him to slow down because I couldn't keep up with him.

"Being here with you is like reliving my adolescence," Ed said to me. "I feel like a kid again."

"I like you as a kid," I said, all smiles as I looked into his big blue eyes.

Once he put his arm on my shoulder, and I put mine around his waist, but it was uncomfortable, so he pulled away. I'm glad I wore my hair up because the day got hot, and Ed liked it; and he liked to put his hand on the back of my neck and squeeze it, sometimes too hard, and he liked to smooth the back of my hair. He said my hair up in a bun made me looked older, which made me feel good.

"Ed, I have to go to the bathroom," I said with a sense of urgency. I had waited until I thought my teeth were ready to float out of my mouth.

"Me, too," he said. We'd been drinking coke and lemonade all day, and now I was just dying to pee.

We made our way to the restrooms, and I just walked right into the girls because I really had to go. Once in a stall, I didn't know for sure how girls went. I never thought of this predicament. Should I take off my skirt or just lift it up? Finally, I decided to take mine off and put it on a hook. I did know enough to sit down.

When I rejoined Ed, I told him about my first trip to the ladies' room, and we laughed and laughed about it. Ed said I should ask my sister when I got home. I said I would and that I had lots of questions to ask her. When it got dark, I told Ed that I was really tired, and he reluctantly agreed to leave. The truth is, I was exhausted, but I felt the night made things too complicated, which was too romantic. The last thing we did was have our pictures taken where he was behind a cardboard cutout of a cowboy, and I was behind one of a cowgirl. He gave me that picture in a cardboard frame, and I looked at it off and on until it got too dark to see. The ride home was quiet, with neither of us saying much. During the day, I guess I must have answered a hundred of Ed's questions. I was glad on one hand that he was interested in me, but I wanted to follow Mom's advice and not talk so much about myself.

"Can I open the window, Ed?" I asked.

"Sure."

After a bit of fumbling for the button, I found it, opened the window, and leaned out to feel the wind on my face. The rushing air was exhilarating, like the rollercoaster ride. Without thinking, I plucked out the hairpins, dropped them out the window, and unraveled my hair, letting it blow in the wind. The moon seemed really big, the air smelled really fresh, and my heartbeat so hard and fast that I was afraid Ed would hear it. I began to think of all the new experiences I had had as a female, and this was only my second day as one. I don't think I had experienced as many feelings and sensations in my 16 years as a boy as I had in just 2 days as a girl.

"Did you have a good time?" Ed asked, glancing over to me as we neared my house.

"I did. I did have a great time, thanks." I had lots of questions. I wish I had the courage to ask Ed, but I just couldn't get the words out.

I came back to reality as we pulled up to my house. I fumbled for my keys, got them out, and looked into Ed's eyes.

"I had, fun, Ed."

"Me, too."

"Can I call you tomorrow?" He asked.

"Sure."

There was a pause; I hated to go but had to. Quickly I sprung out of the car and ran to the front door of my house. I opened the front door, turned to look at Ed, and with my fingers waved goodnight.

Mom and Dad came over to me, anxious to ask questions, but I just excused myself, saying I was too tired to talk. I could tell they were disappointed, but I just didn't feel like sharing with anyone all the fun I had that day. I sure had a hard time sleeping that night, and I always sleep like a baby as a boy. I just couldn't believe that I went out with a guy, a much older guy and that we really had a lot of fun together, laughing, holding hands, eating, and, well... just being together. Was I weird or something? Na, I just was having a good time on an otherwise boring summer, I thought to myself.

I was on the phone with Ed by 9 in the morning.

He surprised me by asking, "What are you wearing?"

I couldn't just tell him I was in my girl pj's, so I said, "My fancy bra and panties."

"Tell me about them?"

"Ah," I thought for a minute as I fumbled through my dresser drawers, looking for my girl clothes, "pink panties with white lace around the waist and openings and it has a little white bow in the center," I said as I found them.

"And the bra?" He asked.

"Black with a lacy pattern on the top of the cups and crisscrosses in the middle of the cups that pull apart for a comfortable fit and a little bow in the middle."

"Would you like to go with me to the reunion party?" he asked.

For a minute, I was speechless. "Sure, I'd like to go, but I have to ask my parents to be sure I can go. Let me call you back later on, Ok?"

Then he asked me if I'd wear to the dance the bra and panties I had described.

"Sure, I'll wear them for you for the dance if I can go. Of course, you can see them, like before."

He asked me what I was going to do that day, and I told him my sister wanted to practice some makeup and hairstyles on me. I was already anxious to get off the phone because I knew I needed a lot more work as a girl to pull off a reunion where I would be close to people who would be watching me.

"Pick you up at 6 this Saturday, hopefully," he said, ending the conversation.

Without thinking, I put on my bra and girl jeans, and a blue tank top. I never gave my boy clothes a second thought. I brushed my hair and even tied a scarf around my ponytail. I was timid when I walked up to Mom. "Mom, Ed asked me to go with him to his high school reunion. Can I go?"

Mom was so shaken that she had to sit down for a minute. When I sat down next to her, she asked me, "Do you want to go?"

"Yes, I do, but what do you think? Can I go?"

Mom answered with a note of apprehension, "Nick, in case you've forgotten, you're still a boy, and Ed is also a boy, actually, a man. Just look at yourself.

Would you feel comfortable dancing close to him... holding hands... and I'm sure he'll expect a" Mom never finished her sentence. "Nick, you're so young; you haven't even gone to a dress-up dance with a girl, much less a man."

Without thinking, I blurted out, "Mom, we already held hands at the Park, and we had lots of fun."

I just don't know how it all got out of hand... I just don't know what it's going to lead to." Mom said in a shaky voice.

After a minute's pause, she continued, "I'll talk it over with your father and let you know."

Great, I thought; I knew Dad would side with me.

I'm glad my sister walked in on us because I didn't want to get into it with Mom. I said, "Jean, can you fix my hair and makeup for Saturday? Ed asked me to his reunion dance."

Sis let out a screech of excitement. "You're going to the reunion with Ed! Damn, I can't believe it." She was more excited than me, it seems. "Of course, little brother.

You'll be the cutest little teenage girl there. Of course, you'll probably be the only teenager there. You might as well wear those high heels we bought. I was going to return them, but I think it'll do you good to wear them. I just can't wait to start preparing you to be a real girl."

Mom said that she had heard enough and was going shopping and would be back in a couple of hours.

Sis said to wait in the family room while she selected the clothes I'd be wearing Saturday. "I hope you appreciate the time I'm spending helping you out," Sis said out of breath as they bounded down the stairs. "You know that I have a lot to do; but I'm going to make you a smash hit, so you better cooperate. This is the one," she said, holding up a black dress. "And here's a pair of pantyhose. And best of all, here are your shoes; try them on."

She held the shoes while I stepped into them. "They seem tight!" I said. But Sis felt them and said they were a perfect fit. "Now you can almost look into Ed's eyes when he kisses you." I just squinched up my face when she said that.

"It's not like that," I said.

The shoes looked so delicate that I thought I might snap the straps if I walked in them. There were shiny black ones, with 2 straps over the toes, one that crossed over, and one across the ankle. And the heel wasn't much more than a dime.

I took a step and began to topple over. "I can't walk," I shouted.

Sis then pulled over the area rug to expose the floor tile. "This is easier to walk on," she said. "Practice, girl, practice," Sis said.

There I was dressed in girl jeans and a tank top, trying to walk in a pair of 3-inch heels. I was able to walk but not without a lot of wobbling. "Why can't I wear the other ones with the little heel. I could walk in them in the store, so I know."

"Nicky, go look in the mirror, and you'll see why," Sis said.

When I saw myself, I fell in love with those shoes and what they did to my body.

Sis was on her knees, running her hands over my body as she talked to me. "See how the shoes emphasize your pelvis and butt and your stomach and bust? See the curve of your back and how sexy your ankle and foot look?" I was too spellbound to answer her, but I heard every word she was saying. "Every time you walk, you'll be aware of the feeling of the straps against your feet. And you'll feel vulnerable like a leaf could knock you over. It'll make you appreciate the strong arms of a man."

I was in a trance as I spoke. "And my hair, can I wear it pulled back tight?" I whispered.

"Of course, little sister, I'll pull it back real tight, tight enough to make you cry, and then tie it in narrow fake hair braids, and curl your ponytail with lots of long twisting curls. From your hair to your bra, to your pantyhose... to your shoes, you'll feel your body strain against your clothes."

Goosebumps ran up my spine. "Oh, thank you, sister," I squealed.

"And you can wear my ankle bracelet. At one time, slave chains were used to teach young girls to walk with small, mincing steps, only 3 inches apart. Men just love to watch women walk with sexy little steps. Now little sister, let me see you try again to walk."

I again tried to walk and made a little more progress. I concentrated and tried again and again.

"Watch me," Sis said, walking in front of me. "When you walk, sway and rotate of your hips and butt, like this...Men walk with more movement in their shoulders and knees with longer, rolling strides, like this. Remember sway and rotate, sway and rotate. And keep the upper half of your body straight and the lower half moving. And take short steps."

"If I practice, do you think I'll be able to wear them by Saturday for the dance?" I asked.

"Of course," she answered.

"First practice walking without the shoes," Sis ordered. Which is what I did. As I walked, Sis repeated over and over, "keep your legs closer together. More spring, put more spring to your steps. I know it's not easy walking with your legs together but try."

I walked in circles around my sister, and she watched me intensely, making comments. "Keep your feet closer together, closer; slightly cross each foot as though as you were walking a chalk line. More swing. That's it. Remember, women don't walk, they perform. Think of yourself as an actor dressed for a girl's part; they of the actors in Shakespeare's plays; you know all the performers were men. You're like them, playing a role so think female thoughts; get in c raster.

Now put the shoes on and practice walking."

I determined right then that I'd practice walking in these shoes all day long, every day if I had to, until the dance. That would give me almost 3 full days.

Unfortunately, walking for just a short time made my feet and legs ache.

"Sis," I asked, "Can I put on my own makeup, in case you and Mom aren't home?"

I don't know why I asked her that. I guess I really wanted to become a girl as fast as I could. This request amused her, and she agreed. I followed Sis to her room when she sat me on a chair in front of her makeup desk. As Sis sat next to me, I looked intensely in the mirror in front of me. One by one, I found her cosmetics and used them. I blended in the foundation, penciled in my eyebrows, spread the eyeliner, brushed on the eyeshadow, curled my eyelashes, drew in the lipliner, and applied the lipstick. Sis was surprised I did so well but pointed out my mistakes, saying that I needed more practice in drawing lines and using the lipstick.

"You did good for your first time, for a guy. Now I'm going to try some new techniques. First, I'm pressing face powder in the large areas of the skin around your nose and cheeks, Now I'm using a little blush on your cheeks, Clear gloss on your lips would look really nice...I think you might need false eyelashes, especially because it's for an evening dance."

I looked at myself in the mirror and loved what I saw. "Sis, you're wonderful. Your finishing touches are marvelous." I knew Sis loved the compliment, and I really meant it.

Sis took my hand in hers. "So you want to go to the dance with Ed?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Afterwards, he'll want to kiss you. Could you kiss him?"

"I dunno. Maybe. If I look and feel like I feel now, I'd think I was a girl."

"I bet you don't know how to kiss a girl, much less a guy," Sis said with a giggle in her voice.

"I do, too... know how to kiss a girl. I kissed Mary Jane lots of times," I shot back, referring to a girl I knew in grammar school.

"Here, lean back, and I'll show you how to kiss a guy." With that, Sis pushed me back, bent over me, and brought her lips to mine. I was about to push her off when I felt her hand caress my leg. I got such an erection that my legs began to quiver.

"Baby brother likes this, I see."

Mom just came home just at the right time, and Sis quickly pulled away. "Saved by the bell," she whispered to me.

Sis and I walked downstairs. Mom looked at me but didn't say a word about how I looked, which disappointed me. Sis was also surprised that Mom didn't say anything.

Sis said she wanted me to try on the dress I'd be wearing Saturday. Sitting on the couch, I took off my tank top. "Wait," I said, "I have to get my black bra." With

that I ran upstairs to get it and returned in a minute.

Sis handed me the pair of pantyhose. "Put them on like this," she said and showed me how to unravel them as I pulled them up. "Your panties go over them."

I looked around for Mom and didn't see her. "Turn around," I said to my sister.

"Are you kidding? I want to watch."

I quickly got out of my jeans and panties and into my pantyhose and panties.

A big smile crossed my sister's face as she saw me in my bra, pantyhose, and panties. "Could you touch him between the legs like this?" Jean said as she slid her hand over my legs up to my crotch. By that time, I had a tremendous hardon.

Instinctively I spread my legs apart. My mouth was so dry that I couldn't tell her to stop even if I wanted her to.

"Jean, Mom's upstairs," I whispered.

"I know; I can see the stairs from her," she answered me.

"Sis,"

"If you were a real girl, you'd love doing this to a man," she continued as she caressed through the pantyhose my bulging cock.

"Jean, stop; Mom will be coming down any second," I pleaded.

In the same soft tone of voice, she said, "Who cares."

"Jean, stop; I'm going to come." I wanted her to stop, but the excitement was unbelievable, and I couldn't pull myself away from her.

"That's ok. We bought enough hose. Go ahead shoot your load in the pantyhose," Sis said, breathing rapidly.

From the top of the stairs, Mom called down, "I'm making meatloaf for dinner. I know it's one of your favorites." I could hear Mom's voice as she descended the stairs, but I couldn't control myself.

"Jean, I'm coming." And with that spurt after spurt of semen shot out into the hose, saturating it and dripping down my leg. "Ahhh," I sighed.

As Mom walked into the family room, I scurried into the kitchen and into the bath off the kitchen, leaving her to see my bareback.

"Anything wrong?" Mom asked.

""No," Sis said. "Nick going to change in the bath."

Sis then said she had to bring me some things and gathered up the rest of the clothes, and gave them to me in the bathroom. "When you're ready, let me know.

You know you can't dress yourself as a girl."

"That's ok. I can do it myself," I called through the door.

After cleaning myself up, I put on a new pair of pantyhose, slid the dress over my head, and emerged from the bathroom. The dress was a black dress with small white spots, a loose skirt that was a couple of inches above the knee has short sleeves, a belt, and a neckline that scooped to the top of my breastbone.

Sis again helped me with the shoes, looked me over, and straightened out the dress.

For the rest of the time before dinner, I practiced walking and sitting. Sis showed me lots of things, including how to sit like a lady with my legs slightly crossed to one side, and she told me lots of things about how girls are to behave around guys.

When Dad came home.