My Big Sister's SecretsBy Mary LeighPart V (Subscribers: Catch up on the story in Part I, Part 2,Part 3 and Part 4. ) Becoming more satisfied with my visual development, I casually walked around the room trying to absorb my new feelings. I began to imagine myself as just an average girl, like my sister and Violet. It all seemed to be coming quite natural for me. I found that my voice had already changed a little when I spoke and I soon began to notice other feminine traits starting to emerge. I guess it was the loving nature in which they had been treating me, that encouraged me to respond with an affectionate attitude of my own. I knew that in my transition, I had slowly become much more gentle and compassionate. I didn't mind though. Deep down, I just wanted to be cared for and loved. I liked the new manner in which my sister had been treating me. For the first time in my life, I felt as if she were truly beginning to care for me. It made me feel so warm inside. Soon I found myself contemplated the upcoming evening in plain sight for all to see. My dress felt secure and made me feel confident but I just couldn't stop thinking about how unrestrained I felt below my waist. Every once in a while I had to touch my skirt to remind myself that I still had something about me. I couldn't help wonder too, if I might become chilled when we went outside. All the layers of clothing made me feel warm except under my petticoat. Violet smiled and explained, "That's another reason why girls wear pantyhose." That didn't seem to comfort me though. I still felt the air swirl underneath from the motion of my petticoat, every time I took a step. I wondered if I could ever get used to the feeling. They began to remind me of some things I should consider doing, before we went outside. My sister showed me how girls pick things up. "Put your legs together and bend your knees all the way, until you reach the floor." she said. Then she made me practice several times before she told me to go back to the vanity and sit down. "When a girl sits down," She explained, "she is always less conspicuous if she keeps her legs crossed." I crossed my legs and listened to her advice as I arranged my dress over my knees. "You have to be careful," she continued, "with what you attract." I didn't completely understand what she meant, but it didn't matter. I knew how to be careful. After all, how careful did I need to be, while I walked down the street picking up candy? Carole began to brush back my hair in preparation for my hairpiece. It attached very quickly using several long clips and was even more beautiful than I thought. Violet brushed out my bangs and spread out the long curled tresses until my breasts were laden with hair. Then she showed me how to brush it just right, so that there were lots of curls. My sister brought me the shoes that matched my dress. I noticed that when I put them on, I was just as tall as the they were. They were a little awkward at first. Violet told me it would be easier for me to walk when we were out on the sidewalk. Then I stopped and stood in front of the long mirror that hung inside the closet. At that moment I knew what it must have been like to look and feel as pretty as any other girl in the world. I looked simply adorable. Soon I found myself sitting on the bed while Violet painted my fingernails. She told me not to cut them so short if I wanted them to look more feminine.Then I watched my sister as she attached some beautiful diamond earrings. "Are they real?" I inquired, as they dangled from my ears. "No, but nobody can tell." She replied as she handed something to Violet. I remember how they tickled a little whenever I moved my head. Then she slid on two beautiful rings, one on each hand. I stretched out my fingers to catch a glimpse as Violet attached a diamond bracelet. I didn't ask her if it was real. I just watched it glisten as I continued to admire my dainty new hands. My sister was attaching a tiny bracelet to my ankle when I decided to ask her if she was in the mood to wear a dress. She told me that she was tired of having to wear a dress every day at school. "Never on week ends." Violet added, "Besides, tonight is going to be your night." I didn't understand why they felt this way because I knew that if I were able to, I would wear a dress every day of my life. Carole left us for a moment, to see if anybody else was at home. That's when Violet presented me with her purse. I took it and held it with both hands against my skirt. "Look," I said with excitement, "it even matches." Then she looked into my eyes as if she didn't want to hide her emotions anymore. She played nervously with the long locks of hair that swept down over my chest. "You really are a girl, aren't you?" she confided, as she stepped closer to me. "I could tell from the minute I saw you." she continued. "You look so adorable to me. I'll always think of you as a girl" Before I could think of a good reason to stop her, she touched her hands to my waist very lightly and kissed me square on the mouth. I didn't know what to say at first. "I guess I am." I finally admitted as I retreated slightly. "I mean, I guess I've always felt like one." I knew then, that we were beginning to develop a special relationship for each other. I reached to wipe my lipstick from her mouth. "It just feels a little strange for another girl to kiss me right now," I said rather bluntly. "Thanks for helping my sister make me look so pretty." Somewhat confused about my feelings, I retreated to the vanity. Violet followed me and began to explain how lucky girls were to be able to clothe themselves in whatever manner they wished. She told me that she wore her brother's clothes all the time. She even wore his underwear. I thought that was so strange because I knew my sister's lace panties felt finer than mine, any day. My sister came back and told us it was about time to go. Violet walked to the door and slipped her arm around my sister. They stood quietly together, admiring me as I turned around in the mirror one more time. I took a deep breath and together we turned off the lights and quietly left my sister's room.
As we left, I noticed it was still sunny outside. Then I told my sister it was too early to go trick-or-treating. Violet turned to my sister and asked her if she could tell me now. "Tell me what" I said. Then Violet proceeded to explain, "You might find some candy where we're going." I began to feel a little queasy. Then my sister assured me that absolutely no one could possibly recognize me as long as I acted as natural as I felt. She told me she wanted me to do some of the things that other girls do. She explained how she wanted me to feel some of the emotions that other girls feel when they went out together. I felt her squeeze my hand real hard when she told me that above all she just wanted me to be her little sister, even if only for one night. I pushed my dress tight to my legs as I suddenly felt cold from the chill in the air. We held hands together and walked down the street. I knew that I was on my own now. At the end of our street, one of Violets friends came out to see who she was with. "This is my friend from school." Violet told me as her friend approached. She took the girl by the hand and led it towards mine. "Debra, meet Carole's sister, Mary." Violet introduced me as Carole's sister, from out of town. Debra shook my hand and said, "Nice to meet you. You look very nice." I smiled at her and noticed she was wearing a pretty dress too. "Are you going to the party?" Debra asked me as she smiled courteously. "Yes I am." I shyly confirmed. Then Debra looked at my sister and wanted to know if we were twins. I watched as my sister hesitated for an instant and said, "No, Mary's two years younger than me. She's only here to visit." I felt relieved and a bit more confident about myself as we said good-bye and continued on our way. I wondered if I looked like a Mary. After we had walked for several blocks, we stopped at a Diner so that Carole could use the telephone. Violet and I sat together on the bench just inside the door. We smiled at the people as we watched them file in and out. While we waited, she found some perfume in my purse and began to spread it liberally around my neck. She even splashed a little into the top of my dress. She started giggling again and after she finished, she placed it back into the purse, snapped it shut and handed it back to me. We noticed a girl from the high school, sitting on a bench directly across from ours. She had been keeping an eye on us ever since we came in. I wondered for a minute if Violet knew her from school. I could see Violet and her sort of smile at each other. Then Violet did something that totally took me by surprise. She blew her a kiss. Then she turned to me and took me by the hands and kissed me smack on the lips. I told her I thought that girl might have seen us. She whispered for me to just relax and proceeded to sort of tease me with her lips. This made me very uncomfortable. As I looked up at the other girl, she instinctively turned away as if she hadn't noticed. Then Violet leaned her head back, closed her eyes and said quietly, "Please Mary, just try to let yourself go. Be what you want to be. Feel what it's like to be beautiful and young." I put my purse in my lap and pushed my breasts out slightly. Then I put both legs together on the floor and squeezed them together, took a deep breath and leaned back. For the first time in my life, I was able to do just that. The End
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