My Big Sister's Secrets

By Mary Leigh
Part II
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Unfortunately, the next thing I remembered was not nearly as pleasant. It was morning and my sister was shaking me. She had already dressed herself and became curious as to why my underwear were in the middle of the floor. I will always remember the look on her face when she pulled the covers down and found me in such a compromising state. Her look of fright slowly turned into a kind of smirk and then into boisterous laughter as she sat at the small table with her hand planted firmly over her mouth.

Well, I tried to think of some lie to tell her but nothing seemed to come. She just kept laughing. Not wanting her to see me cry anymore, I hurriedly got myself dressed. It was a good thing, because my grandmother was soon there to take us off the train. I couldn't understand why my sister never did tell my grandma our 'little secret.'

Several days had passed before my sister stopped looking at me with this kind of gleam in her eye. I ignored it because I was so glad that she didn't tell anybody. The spring and summer months went by fast. Soon we began to prepare for the cooler months of Autumn. We became comfortable living withour relatives in Missouri very quickly. They were very nice to us and let us do just about anything we wanted, as long as we did our schoolwork. I began to believe my sister had forgotten all about that morning on the train. Then came something that was to change my life forever.

It was Halloween. My sister told me that I was welcome to go trick-or-treating with her and her friends. For some reason, she seemed as friendly to me as when we used to play house together. I immediately became very exited and began fantasizing what to dress-up as. Would it be a pirate or maybe a cowboy? The usual things crossed my mind before I finally decided. I told my sister what I wanted to be. She thought about it for a moment.Then she set me down and firmly looked me in the eyes. "I have a much better idea." she said cunningly. "How would you like it," she asked with a sparkle in her eye, "if I dressed you up like a girl?" I couldn't believe what she was saying. "I can make you look so pretty," she whispered, "that nobody will ever know who you are. I promise."

This was not at all what I had expected my sister to tell me. In fact, it kind of scared me. "Remember the train?" she asked, in a persuasive tone. I shivered slightly as I nodded. Then I began to think about all the pretty dresses I played with on the train and finally agreed. After all I thought,if my sister was doing it, I couldn't get in too much trouble. This seemedto make us both feel real good inside.

She insisted that I begin by shaving my legs. I wasn't too crazy about that but I did it anyway. She even made me shave under my arms. I spent a good portion of the next hour carefully shaving all the hair from my legs. This proved to be more of an ordeal than I had anticipated. I remember telling her that I even cut myself once. She laughed and told me to consider myself lucky. Then I rubbed my legs with some lotion she had found. She took me by the hand and together we went into my sister's room and locked the door. Once there, she took me over to her vanity and told me to take off my robe.

I watched her as she began pulling some undergarments from her dresser. Then I sat on the bench and examined the mirror. It was so bright. I didn'tunderstand why she needed so many light bulbs to see her face? It was kind of magical though. I noticed that my facial features seemed to look softer in this mirror. I hadn't even begun to dress myself and I already seemed to see the girl within me.

While I sat there trying to get used to how smooth my legs had become, Carole came up from behind me and told me to sit up straight and to hold still. She then lowered a small white bra down in front of me. "Isn't it cute?" she asked, "Would you like to wear it?" She told me she had outgrown it but that it would fit me just fine. "If you want to look more like a girl," she explained, "you'll need to wear this under your dress. Besides, it'll make you feel more like a girl too."

I told her how adorable it looked and asked her why it had lots of extra cotton stuff inside, even though I really knew why. She gave me a look of distaste and pretended to ignore my question. Then she placed it over my chest and we both gazed into the mirror with amazement. I put my arms through it and she hooked up the back for me. This feeling that came over me was quite invigorating.

I reached for one of the necklaces that hung from her vanity and arranged it around my neck. I watched it as it dangled delicately over my suddenly much larger breasts. She told me not to wear her good necklace and found another one for me. I assured her that I could be just as gentle as her butthe one she found was just as pretty, so she helped me fasten it.

Next, I stood up and put on a pair of her panties. They might have been the same ones from the train but these felt better than I had remembered them to feel. I sat down again and continued to savor my appearance while Ianticipated my sister's next step. I saw in the mirror a side of me that I always wanted to feel. It was a kind of petite feeling. I felt so exited as I adjusted my bra and caressed myself. It was so much fun to pretend to be a girl. I couldn't understand why I would have to spend the rest of my life hiding this side of me from anybody, especially myself.

Suddenly, somebody knocked at the door. Very quickly, I got up and hid in the closet. I could just barely see through a crack in the door that it was my sister's best friend, Violet. My sister reached out and pulled her into the room. I knew they must be really good friends because when Carole locked the door, she took Violet by the hands and they kissed each other for a little longer than most girls do.

I saw my sister whisper something to Violet. Then Violet quickly turned and looked at the closet. My closet. Surely Carole hadn't told Violet where I was. They began to giggle before Violet began to tip-toe slowly towards me. I began to shiver.

Violet swung the door open very swiftly and tried to act totally surprised. When she saw me standing there she backed away and playfully held her breath. I felt her wide eyes move up and down my body with amusement as she covered her mouth with one hand. Again they began to giggle. At first I was furious with my sister but then she assured me that she wouldn't let anybody else into the room. Violet told me not to worry and that she too, would never tell a soul.


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