My Big Sister's Secrets

By Mary Leigh
Part IV
(Subscribers: Catch up on the story in Part I, Part 2, and Part 3. )

I watched as my sister lay what looked to be a large white linen skirt on the vanity in front of us. Violet looked to see the joy in my face as she reached over to pick it up. Then she shook it several times and spread it out over my lap until it covered my legs from sight. I could just feel and smell the freshness that seemed to originate from it. I had never seen a skirt quite as beautiful as this one before. It was made with lots of soft cotton and had more lace than you could ever imagine. "This must be next."Violet said, "Go ahead. You can slip it on whenever your ready."

I hesitated for a moment as I stood up, long enough to hold it tightly against my hips. It looked darling to me. I relished the anticipation I felt, knowing it was about to surround me. Then I leisurely lowered it to the carpet and slowly stepped into it before gently lifting it up to my waist. Violet reached over and pulled it back a little, until it covered my knees. She arranged all the layers so that they were even at the bottom.Then she playfully began fluffing it out, all the way around.

I kept a constant watch on the comely figure in the mirror as I turned around. "This should even make you feel prettier." Violet said, "How does it look?" I marveled at my feminine profile and said, "It's the prettiest skirt i've ever seen." They both began to laugh. "It's not a skirt," my sister explained, "it's a petticoat. You wear it under your skirt." I felt somewhat disappointed. "It's much too pretty for boys to see," Violet added, "it's only for girls to enjoy. Isn't it just darling?" I knew it was too good to be true. "I always let a little bit show at the bottom," Violet continued,"when I just want to tease them a little."

Then I began to think of all the things that girls must do, before they were ready to put on their dress. I went over each one of them again in my mind. All of my underwear felt decidedly rewarding, except for maybe my bra.I knew it was a necessary exception though. Not only did it enhance the contour of my figure, it made me more conscious of the tenderness I felt from my breasts. Being embraced in this manner, it provided them with a refuge of protection for their vulnerable nature. My natural response was to nurture the primal sensitivity that they bestowed upon me. It occurred to me that each and every item a girl concealed under her dress, was a collective effort, intended to keep themselves stimulated by the overall elegance from what they harbored within. I began to fully appreciate how lovely a girl must feel while being unceasingly aroused throughout her day, by the collection of delicate clothing, that she had deliberately chosen to assemble beneath her dress. She didn't necessarily have to look beautiful on the outside to feel exited by the real beauty she felt from the silk and lace underneath.

By this time my emotions began to erode to the point that I finally surrendered myself in plain view of the Violet and my sister. I began to cry just like a little girl. We sat back down together on the bench and I could feel Violet as she gently put one of her hands on my waist. She helped me wipe my tears and began to comfort me by playing with my necklace. I felt her compassion as she lifted it out from my bra and carefully hung it overly breasts. Then she placed her hand on mine and admired our image from the mirror. I knew I looked pretty to her and wished so much to be able to keep this appearance forever.

"Come little sister," Carole whispered, "I can help you find a dress now."I took my sister's hand as she gently escorted me towards her closet. The tender nature in which she held my fingers made me feel so frail and delicate. She didn't try to hide the fact that she was clearly enjoying what she was doing with me. I began to feel Violet's eyes again as she observed intently from the vanity on the other side of room. She didn't say a word,but I knew what she was thinking as she leaned back and gave me her smile of approval. She looked as if she too, were experiencing a great deal of pleasure from helping my sister.

I was amazed at all the clothes I saw when I stepped into Carole's closet.I stood there for a moment feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of dresses to choose form. "How are you supposed to know which one to wear every day?" I wondered aloud. "I always look for the one that fits my mood." Carole explained as she began to explore. Violet came over and started at one corner of the closet while my sister started from the other. By the time they finished, there were plenty from which to choose. "Us girls are attracted to pretty dresses just as much if not more than boys are. Look how beautiful this one is!" Violet declared as she held up a short black satin dress. It looked like a nightgown to me. I didn't think I should wear it in public. Violet insisted that I try it on. She helped me with the delicate sleeves as she pulled it down from the top.

I walked over to the mirror and knew right away that this kind of alluring attire was intended only for a romantic evening. Violet seemed quite stimulated by it. The top part was to thin to hide what was underneath. I took it off and told Violet that I wanted something a little more simple. My sister agreed and handed me another one to try. We giggled and laughed and had so much fun as they ushered me in and out of many of my sister's dresses. Violet said she felt like an attendant at the department store. Carole showed me the shoes that matched each one. Together we talked about the colors we liked and the shapes of our figures. I had a wonderful time pretending all the while to be out for the day, shopping fora dress with my girlfriends.

My favorite dress turned out to be the one my sister called her "doll dress." I didn't like that name much, but as I lifted it up, I just knew it had been made for me. I liked it because it appeared modest and yet it made me feel very effeminate. My dream was no longer a fantasy. I felt relieved to have come this far. The dress gave me a secure feeling as if I were all wrapped up neatly, in a pretty package for all to see.

I felt the dress hug me closely from my collar down to my waist. Then it suddenly became loose and much fuller as it began to taper outward from the push of my petticoat. The top part was mostly pink with fluffy white shoulders. My breasts fit snugly inside but still felt very sensitive as they stood out vulnerably. I knew that most girls liked for their breasts to be the subject of attention. I was happy that mine too, were readily noticeable.

When my sister tied the bow in the back, it made me look more slender than i had ever looked before. "Now you look just like your sister." Violet said as she pulled my petticoat down a little so that part of it could be seen peeking slightly from underneath my dress. I asked her, as she began fluffing it up again, if girls liked to help each other get dressed. They both looked at each other and smiled before Violet continued to tell me that most girls had been dressing up dolls all of their lives. "It just seems like a natural thing to do" she explained. "Girls are all just a bunch of grown up dolls. Now it's your turn to get dressed up."

I explained to both of them how much I enjoyed feeling like their doll as they played with my dress. Then I told them that I wanted to look pretty but I also wanted to look real mature, just like a real lady. My sister began to explain to me that I would look like a lady only if I felt like a lady. Then she began to fluff out the shoulder's of my dress while Violet adjusted the sash around my waist. I was beginning to feel much more comfortable and completely ladylike in my new clothes. I began to understand what she meant as I could feel my femininity begin to emerge.

...to be continued


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