Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2008 07:40:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Sharon Pinder Subject: School Holidays School holidays! I was 16 and I'd played with the P.S.3 watched the TV, surfed on line, hell I had even read a book. But with four weeks left before I could go back to school, I was bored. B.O.R.E.D. Bored. Mum and dad were both at work, my sister, Julie, was away for a week staying with her best friend Karen, and I was stuck rattling round the house. Mum had been `kind' and left me a list of jobs, but there was always time to do that later. But I was bored. Seriously bored. I wandered into the kitchen. There the list sat where mum had left it on her way out of the door this morning. I suppose I should at least look at it. I picked the single sheet of note paper up. She expected me to pop down the shop for some spuds for tonight; money was next to the note. What else? Tidy my room. Yea right, like it needed tidying. I knew where everything was, and sort the laundry. I figured the last job was the easiest, so if I did that, I could plead some effort made when mum got in tonight. The empty laundry basket was next to the tumble drier. I opened the drier's door and started to shovel the dry clothes into the basket. My socks, my pants, dads work shirts, his socks, Mums knickers. Julie's bra... It all made a heaped pile, which needed to be folded. I picked the basket up. First stop my parent's room to sort their stuff. I tipped the basket out and started to sort into piles. Mums knickers were the first thing of the heap. I held them up, why where they so different from dads and mine? How did she pee? They looked weird. I held them up to the light and looked at them. I wondered what they would feel like as they were so different. So neat and clean lined. I hesitated, then gingerly stepped into them.I pulled them up my jeans, but stopped at the knees. Nope I had got this wrong. I stepped back out of them, and dropped them on the bed, my jeans were off in a few seconds, and if I was to do this right... My boxers came off. Now it was easier. One leg through the leg hole, then the other. The material stretched to allow them to slip past my knees and up my legs. I tugged them into place, and felt them fit snugly. I walked over to the mirror and looked at the reflection. A panty clad teenager boy looked back at me in the mirror. Smooth and clean lined. I twirled trying to see my bum. To my surprise I liked the soft way they felt, liked the way they look, they way the hugged me and I ran my hands over the material. They felt way better than my boring boxers. I lifted my polo shirt up so I could get a clearer view. Hell if you looked at me from waist down, I looked like Julie. I had good legs! I slipped the polo shirt off and then the socks. I stood there in just my mum's panties. I was a girl. I laughed at what I though was a joke. A girl. I wondered? Julie and I shared similar looks, what would I look like. Almost without thinking I rummaged through the clothes pile and found one of Julie's bras. I slipped my arms through the straps and then reached round to do the clasps up. Or I tried to. No matter what I did I couldn't get the darned thing to fasten. I came close, I even got one clasp done up, but never both. This was annoying, defeated by a piece of Julies undies. You could almost here the penny drop, as I twigged it. I removed my arms from the straps, swivelled the bra round and fastened it at the front. Then swivel it back to the correct position and arms back in, I needed some titties, but a pair of my socks soon sorted that. Now the refection showed me was dressed in panties and bra. My hair was reasonably long, and I could to a degree, see Julie looking back out of the glass at me. Ok if I had to admit it, I looked ok. No not ok, I looked damned good. A sensation that surprised me and one that made me grow slightly aroused. Made a small bulge appear at the front of mum's panties. God this was turning me on. I rubbed the bulge at the front of the panties and I felt a tingle run through me. I stood in front of that mirror for what felt like a life time, but was probably but minutes. I liked what I saw, and it made me feel aroused. I turned back to the pile of washing which was by now sprawled across the bed. I knew what I needed to complete my `outfit'. I rummaged around until my hand felt the nylon of some tights. I pulled the item free from the pile and held it up. Only to find it was one leg, a stocking. Not what I had been seeking so I rummaged on. A few minutes later I ended up with no tights but a pair of barely black stockings. How would they stay up? I examined the items closer and found woven into the lace tops what I could only describe as an elastic strip. With shaking hands I lifted one foot and placed the toes carefully into the open top of one of the stockings. They looked thin and a hole in them would reveal my activities to my mum or sister. I tottered trying to get the foot into the stocking, but lost balance and tumbled onto the bed. There had to be an easier way. So gathering the stocking up I scrunched it down to create a small tunnel for my leg to enter. This time the foot slid in and I felt the fabric expand to encase my feet. I eased the stocking gently up my leg. After all these years I can still recall the first feel of a stocking encasing my leg, and the effect it had on my cock. I stood and pulled the stocking taught, letting the elastic grip my thigh. If the feeling for one stocking had been a turn on, the second time was more so, when I felt nyloned leg touch nylon leg, my cock sprang to attention. Was this how girls felt when they dressed? It was such an erotic and sensual form of dress. I turned to face the mirror once more and I could not believe what I was seeing. It was all but Julie looking back out at me. I had long legs and even I had to admit they looked good encased in dark nylon. The panties had a bulge at the front, and I could see a small wet stain on the fabric. All thought of tale tale signs being left on the clean panties went, and a desire to dress fully filled me. I knew my mums clothes would be to big, so I turned to Julie's room. Unlike my room hers was immaculate and everything had its place and was in its place. I opened her wardrobe. A few hours before I would have wondered why girls wanted so many clothes. But now, it made my stomach turn with anticipation of trying them all on over the remainder of the holidays. I picked a white blouse, noticing the buttons were on the wrong side. But I slipped it on and with shaky hands fastened each button. Once done up, I admired my tits and how they filled the blouse. Then a short skirt, pencil grey. As I stepped into it and fabric brush my stockings, my cock expanded some more. I fastened the catch, having learnt from the bra, and swivelled it round. Fully dressed I walked through to my parent's room and their full length mirror. The reflection that looked back was Julie. Great legs, and very attractive. I ran my hands over `my' breasts imagining them to be some one else's. I felt so turned on, I wanted to sit back onto the bed, and play with my cock. I wanted to shoot my spunk into the panties, and to then feel the wet warm material. I sat there cock in my right hand, slowly stroking it, dressed as my sister. I let my legs rub so I could feel the material. Just call me Julie, I felt so...well you will know how I felt if you cast your mind back to that first day when you felt the softness of lingerie and the awaking of the knowledge that you were special and blessed with the ability to be both a boy and a sexy attractive girl. There is no moment like it, when we step back and we see our true feminine side come to life before our eyes.