Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 10:20:54 EDT
From: Tiffcd18@aol.com
Subject: Bob Becomes Bobbi

BOB BECOMES BOBBI
by TIFFANY

I was just turning 10 years old the summer I met Marshall.  I lived in a
small rural town and keeping busy during the summer vacation was always a
problem.  That's why when Marshall a 14 years old and his 12 year old
sister came to visit there Grandparents who lived just up the street it was
an opportunity to escape some of the boredom.  Marshall and his Sister,
Jennifer, were from the big city.  To them we were all hicks.

Marshall was quick to start up an association with me only because I was
conveniently located to his Grandmother's house.  Jennifer, was much more
prissy and looked at me as a wart on the world and to be avoided at all
costs.  No doubt she was the spoiled baby girl of the family and got pretty
much her way.  She was always dressed to the nines, always in dresses and
skirts.  She was always so beautiful and her clothes really made her a
stand out.

Ever since the incident when I was 6 years old and my Mother punished me by
making me wear my sister's clothes, I had become a hamper raider.  I just
loved the feel of my sister's nylon panties on my bare butt.  Every few
days would find me locked in the bathroom digging through the hamper to
find the delicate panties and maybe a slip or skirt to try on.

Please understand at this point in my life I was very sexually unaware.
Sure I got erections, especially in panties and a skirt.  However, I had
never had an ejaculation.  Oh, I heard the words and stories of boys and
girls and what they did, but I was ignorant of the real world of sex.  I
certainly had no idea of why I liked my sister's clothes so much and did
not recognize the reason for my infatuation over Jennifer's beautiful sexy
clothing.

I was enamored with the fact that an older guy, Marshal, had any interest
in hanging around with a 10 years old boy.  Almost every day Marshal and I
would spent some time together.  Usually a hike through the woods or board
games at his house or mine.  Then one day we were at his Grandmother's
house alone.  His Mother, Sister and Grandmother had gone shopping for the
day.  It was a rainy day and we were in his bedroom playing checkers when
he brought up the subject of sex.

"Hey, Bob," he said matter factly, "Have you ever jacked off?"

I was a little shocked but was not going to appear as the ignorant little
boy I was.  Sure, I heard about jacking off although I really didn't know
the details.  So I said, "Oh yeah, every once in awhile.  Do you?"

"Oh yeah, man as tight as these girls are with it, it's the only way a guy
can ever get relief.  You know what I mean," he said.

"Yeah I know what you mean," I lied.

"I'm really horny in this hick town.  I've got to get some relief.  You
want to jack off too?" he ask.

I hesitantly searched for a way out of this as I stammered, "Ah aa I not
horny right now."

Even as I replied, Marshall was standing up in front of me and dropping his
drawers.  Wow, his dick was really big.  He was wrapping his hand around it
and gently stroking it.  He was circumcised and the large purple head of
his dick had me mesmerized.  I sat there staring at it while he continued
to stroke it.

"Ever see one that big before?" he ask.

I sat in silence not knowing what I was feeling.  No, I had never seen
anything that big and his balls hung down and he had hair like an eagles
nest holding the pole.

Then he ask, "You ever been corn-holed?"

That I had never heard of and responded, "I don't think so.  I never heard
of it.  Maybe we call it something different around here."

Marshall laughed and said, "Man I don't believe you.  Corn-holing is when
one guy sticks his dick up another guy's asshole and fucks him.  Lot's of
guys do it to get relief and it feels good for both of them."

I was in shock.  I didn't know what to say.  I finally blurted out, "You
mean like guys do it to girls?  No, I never did that and no one ever did
anything like that to me either.  I'd have to be a girl to have a guy do
that to me."

"Hey man, guys that do it to one another aren't girls.  This is something
between guys," he said in mockingly.

I may have been ignorant, but I wasn't stupid.  I could see where this was
leading I didn't think I wanted any part of it.  "Maybe they do in the
city, but not around here.  Boys only do it to girls and I'd have to be a
girl before any guy ever did that to me," I said with authority.

Marshall just laughed as he continued to stroke his dick right in front of
my face.  Then he shocked me once more as he said, "You know you'd make one
hell of a good looking girl.  When I first saw you I thought you were a
girl.  With your long hair and those long eyelashes your better looking
than my sister will ever be."

"Hey, that's not true.  I'm a boy and everyone knows it.  I'm no sissy." I
responded.  I was flushing red with embarrassment.  My excursions into to
my sister's panties and skirts flashed through my mind.  I was sure he
didn't know about my secret but he was hitting close to home.

"Oh, you know you'd be a knock out as a girl.  Just look at you.  If you
don't believe me I could prove it to you." He said.

"Prove what to me?  You mean that I look like a sissy?" I responded in
anger.

Marshall had stopped stroking himself and looked intently down at me.  "I
could prove to you how pretty a girl you would make is what I said, not a
sissy.  Look no one is going to be home for a long time.  Let me prove it
to you.  No one but you and I will ever know about it," he said.

My mind was racing.  How was he going to prove something like that to me?
He had to be planning to make me look more like a girl, but what did he
plan to do?  Wow, I thought, if he'd let me try on the little outfit his
sister wore yesterday I don't know what I'd say or do.  Jennifer had some
really sharp clothes.  So I ask, "And how do you think you could prove
something like that to me?"

"Look," he said "Just let me fix you up a little and if you don't think I'm
right then no harm done, right?"

"Well, I don't think so.  What does "fix-me-up-a- little" mean?  Anyway I'm
not a girl and I'm not a sissy either.  I think I'd better just go home
now," I said without much conviction.  I hadn't ever let anyone see me in
my sister's clothes or ever let on to anyone about the things I did like
that.  My better senses told me to get out now and end this stupid thing
before it went too far.

"Look Bob, you know I wouldn't ever hurt you and I could never tell anyone
what we do here.  After all didn't you just see me with my pants down and
playing with myself?  If you told anyone about that I'd be in trouble.  So
you see I couldn't rat you out to anyone.  Come on, let me prove this to
you.  You just do everything I say and when I'm done if I haven't proved
how pretty a girl you'd make I'll even give you this $5.00 bill," he said
holding a five dollar bill out in front of me.

The five dollars and the possibility of getting into Jennifer's clothes was
to much and trounced on "better sense".

"Well, I guess it would be OK, but I'm not promising anything.  If you get
weird, I'm out of here," I said meekly.

"Great!  Look get out of your clothes and wait here for me for a minute.
I'll be right back," Marshall almost cried as he turned and left me in the
room alone.

I wasn't sure I had done the right thing.  What was I getting myself into?
I wouldn't ever tell Marshall about what I did with my sister's clothes.
I'd pretend to him this was all new to me.  I shed my jeans, T-shirt, shoes
and socks and was standing there in my BVD's when Marshall burst through
the door with both arms wrapped around the satins and lace of Jennifer's
clothes.  He dumped the load unceremoniously on his bed and turning to me
said, "Hey I said strip, and I meant completely.  Come on out of the shorts
too.  Wait till you see what I've got for you."

I somewhat reluctantly stepped out of my jockey shorts without ever taking
my eyes off of the pile of frills he had thrown onto the bed.  I saw the
little plaid pleated skirt that Jennifer had worn just the other day.  Also
what look like a soft rayon type sun dress also was in the pile.  I
couldn't believe I was doing this.  I had to block my mind from the
knowledge that another boy was here watching me.  How would I hide it if I
got an erection when I put the clothes on?  What would Marshall think if he
saw that?

"Here," he said, "Step in to these first."  He bent in front of me holding
open a pair of white satin & lace panties.  "These are Jen's fanciest
panties with these on maybe you'll even feel like a girl."

I stepped into the panties supporting myself as I did so by resting my hand
on his shoulder.  As I did so Marshall slid the panties up my legs where
the nestled around my crotch and over my bum.  The feeling was one I had
never experienced before.  Sis never had anything that felt so luxurious.
I was afraid I would have an erection right then and there, but I overcame
the urge.

As Marshall's hands had rubbed my legs as he drew the panties up my legs I
shivered with goose bumps.  Marshall said, "Man your legs are as smooth and
soft as any girls' I've ever seen or felt.  Do you shave them?"

"No, I don't shave my legs.  What do you think I am?," I responded.

"Well look here will you, a pretty little white lacy bra to match your
panties.  Turn around and I'll help you put this on."

I turned as he slipped the bra straps over my arms and he hooked the bra in
back.  I had never had a bra on before.  I wanted to at times but could
never figure out how to get it hooked in back by myself.  Also the time
that required a quick change would have been encumbered by the bra.  As the
satiny cups of the bra strained over my nipples they took on a life of
there own.  My nipples hardened and made little points in the stretchy
white satin of the bra cups.

"Look at those titties!  Just like a girl, getting all hard when you get
excited.  You like this don't you?" Marshall quiried.

"No I don't.  It's just that it tickles."

"Yeah, what ever.  Here I think you'll want this petty slip for under your
skirt," he said as he held out a satiny white short slip with lace around
the hem and up the slit in the side.

I stepped into the slip as Marshall once again slid the silky garment up my
legs sending shivers through my whole body.  As he nested the little slid
about my waist his hands lingered on my hips and slid over my satin encased
bum.  His hands felt oddly warm on my butt and cause more goosebumps to
appear on my young tender body.  I reddened with shame about the feeling I
was having.

"Hey, you ever seen girls put on hose before?  I found this pair with
elastic lace tops I think you should try on.  Just don't snag them or
something.  Sit down over there and kinda role them up your legs.  They
should fit you your not any bigger than Jennifer."

I sat on the edge of the bed holding the soft shimmery hose in my hands.  I
really didn't know how to put things like these on, but I really waned to
try.  Marshall mis-interrupted my hesitancy for stalling and said, "Hey
beautiful, your this far no wimp out on me now.  Come slide those pretty
hose up those lovely smooth legs of yours."

He was already talking to me like I was a girl.  I wanted to scream at him
I was a boy, but I was also feeling like a girl, a real grown up girl.  I
rolled the hose up my legs as the topped out a little above my mid thigh.
They felt so smooth against my skin and the lacy tops around my creamy
white thighs made my penis harden up.  At least now, the slip hid the lump
constrained by the white satin and lace panties.  I stood hesitantly as
Marshall already had in hand the little pleated skirt.  It was a
black/white/red with box style pleats.  It zipped in the back.  Marshall
unzipped the skirt and held it out for me to step into with a word spoken.

I stepped into the skirt as Marshall lifted it up around my waist and
zipped it snugly about my waist.  The hem line barely covered the lacy tops
of the hose I was wearing.  The slightest movement sent the pleated hem
carousing about my thighs.  It pressed the lace of the slip against my
thighs and I almost swooned at the sensation.  As I recovered somewhat,
Marshall handed me a white lacy top.  I said nothing but took the top from
him and slipped it over my head and pushed my arms through the short
sleeves.  The neck line was low cut barely hidding the lace of the bra I
wore.  The bottom of the top ended above my waist leaving my mid rift
exposed.  I had no breasts of my own but the slightly padded satin bra gave
the appearance of budding breasts.

I pulled my long hair out of the top and flipped it over my back.  Marshall
just stared at me as he dropped a pair of black flats on the floor in front
of me.  I responded to his silence in kind and stepped into the shoes.
With the hose on my feet slid easily into the shoes.

"Wow, hey cutie pie sit down over here.  I just got to do one more thing
before I win my bet," he said.

I sat at his desk a he started combing my hair straight back and pulling
bangs down over my eyes.  With the hair over my eyes I couldn't see well
but could feel him parting my hair and pulling it to the sides.  I could
feel him tying something into it, but sat as in a trance.  Then out of
nowhere Marshall in one movement wacked off my bangs with a pair of
scissors.

I yelled and jumped to my feet almost getting the point of the scissors
embedded in my eye, "What did you do?  You can't cut my hair.  How am I
going to explain this to Mom?"

"Relax, I'll fix it later so no one will know.  Now here, do this with your
lips." He said as he puckered his lips.

I knew what was coming next and I simply pursed my lips as instructed and
he wiped lipstick from a tube across my lips even taking the time to brush
in the bow in the upper lip.

As I stood he spun me around to face the mirror above his dresser.  There
staring back at me was a very pretty girl.  Not the remotest inclinking of
a boy existed in the ponytailed little girl in pink lipstick looking out of
the mirror.  I stood in shocked silence.

As I stood there mesmerized Marshall spoke, "God your beautiful.  I knew
I'd win the bet, but I never dreamed you would look like this."

He turned me from the mirror to face him.  I looked up into his eyes as he
backed me towards the bed with his hands holding my arms.  The back of my
legs hit the bed and I sat rather unceremoniously on to it.  I saw the
buldge in Marshall's pants.  It was right at my eye level.  I couldn't
ignore it.  Marshall unzipped his pants and pulled his big purple headed
cock out to point right between my eyes.

His hands smooth the hair on top of my head and gripped the ribbon encased
pony tails he had formed in my hair just moments before.  "Here Baby, take
my dolly in those sweet lips of yours.  Come on now sweets you know you
want to do it.  All good little girls do this for there guys.  I am your
guy, ain't I?"  He was holding my head by the pony tails as he thrust his
dick towards my mouth.  In an instant the large purple head was pressed
against my pink colored lips.  As I opened my mouth to protest he thrust
the head into my mouth with a large sigh.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me.  Here I sat in the sexy little
clothes of his sister and he had a cock in my mouth.  I tried to protest
but his cock was so big it filled my mouth to where no words could escape.
Still holding onto my pony tails he started fucking my face and with each
thrust driving more of the long shaft into my mouth and into my throat.

I was gagging and attempted to bite down on his dick to at least get his
attention.  This only produced a large sigh and "Oh Baby yes do it, do it.
Your so beautiful."

I was gagging and felt as if I were going to vomit as his dick slid to the
back reaches of my throat.  In a desperate effort I pulled my head loose
from his grasp and spit his dick from my mouth.  Tears were starting to
flow down my cheeks as I stood to run from the room. My escape was short
lived.

Marshall wrapped me in his arms as he held me from behind.  "Oh please
Baby, I' sorry I didn't mean to scare you.  I thought you wanted to be my
girl.  Look you can't go running around the neighborhood in those clothes.
What would your Mother say?" Marshall spoke into my ear.  His hot breath
blowing on my neck and ear giving me a new set of sensations as I regained
my composure.  As he held me tightly to him I could feel his erection
pushing against my bum.

Marshall still held me in one of his powerful arms.  His other hand I felt
slip under my skirt and slip and begin to massage my satin clad butt.  I
liked the feeling it was producing even as his hand slid into the back of
my white satin & lace panties and push them down over my bum.  With my
panties down in back I felt his hand move around to hold my erect little
penis in the satiny front of the panties.  Oh gosh it felt so good.

"Yeah Baby, you like that don't you?  Your a beautiful little girl.  And
your guy's going to show you how nice it is when a girl treats her guy
right," he whispered in my ear.  His arm left holing me loosened and I
didn't move to escape this time.  His free hand ran up under the short crop
top and found my erect nipples through the satin bra cups.

Marshall began a methodical pinching of my nipples while his other hand
rubbed my penis through the panties.  Then I felt his lips on my bare neck
as he kissed and nibbled.  I shivered and almost collapsed.  I hardly
noticed as my slip and skirt were worked up my back and his penis poked my
rose bud hole.

I was still floating off somewhere in this new found fantasy when a sharp
pain invaded my body.  It felt as if a ball bat had been shoved into my
butt hole.  I screamed and tried to pull away but was held tightly in
Marshall's strong arms.

"Easy Baby, easy, it only hurts for a little bit.  Now relax and let your
guy give you his best.  Relax baby, please it will make it easier.  Come on
now baby let me have it all," Marshall pleaded in my ear.

I tried to relax hoping the pain would go away.  My relaxation only
permitted a further invasion of my virgin hole as he drove his meat pole
deep into me.  He pulled slightly back only to assault my hole again with
even deeper thrust.  I screamed again as he grunted in my ear and bit me
again on the neck.  I felt his balls slapping my ass as he pumped in and
out of my ass.  He never stopped rubbing my little clitty in the front of
my panties.  His large dick felt as if it were ripping my bum hole larger.
However, the deep penetration of his dick into me was hitting some spot in
me that made my clitty jump in his hands.  This must be what girls felt
when a guy was fucking them, I thought.

I cried out to Marshall, "Oh, please Marshall, don't do this to me.  Your
hurting me."

It did hurt but it felt good too.

Marshall's response came as a shock, "Shut-up you little slut.  You know
you like it.  Come on girl tell me you like it.  Tell me you want me to
fuck your little your little ass."  He said this as he gripped my nipple
between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it sending excruciating pain
through my breast.

I relented, yelling, "YES YES Marshal, FUCK ME.  I want you to fuck me.  I
like it, yes fuck me."

My words seemed to inflame Marshall as he drove into me so hard I fell
towards his bed.  I caught myself with my hands and arms on his bed but now
I was bent over even more.  This new position seemed to allow even a
further invasion of my virgin hole as he drove so deep into me he bottomed
out when his dick hit some internal blockage in me.  I screamed both in
pleasure and pain as I felt Marshall begin to pump me full of his white
creamy cum.

Just as Marshall began exploding in me I had my first ever orgasm, spewing
cum into the panties Marshall held my clitty in.  I never felt anything
like it.  My whole body trembled.  Marshall held me tightly with his dick
burried as far into me as physically possible.  It was then that I felt his
warm cum oozing out of my tightly packed hole and running down the inside
of my thighs.

"Oh Baby, your the fuck I ever had.  Oh God I don't believe it.  Your
better than any girl I've ever been with.  Oh yes yes", Marshall moaned in
my ear as I felt his dick begin to soften inside me.

The shame of what had just transpired flooded over me.  I began to sob
quietly as tears began running down my cheeks.  "Marshall, please get off
me.  I'm a boy.  Please Marshall, let me up."

Marshall complied as he rose pulling his softening member from my ass hole.
A flood of warm cum followed as it ran down my thighs to the tops of the
lace top stockings I wore.  I stood upright trying to hold the skirt and
slip out of the gooey mess between my legs.  The pretty satiny panties were
filled with my cum in the front and catching Marshall's cum as it continued
to flow from my ass hole so recently violated.

As I stood there in front of Marshall awkwardly trying to save the pretty
clothes yet stem the flow of cum Marshall finally spoke, "Bobbi, please
don't cry.  I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did.  You do make a beautiful
girl and no girl could ever have done for a guy what you did for me.  I
can't believe it myself.  Here let me help you get cleaned up a little."

With that said, Marshall produced a towel and reached between my legs to
wipe the cum from my thighs and dripping ass hole.  He managed to slide the
satiny panties down my legs without smearing the cum on the hose or shoes
as I stepped out of them. I was really confused.  What had I just done?
Did this mean I was queer?  How could I have gotten enjoyment out of what
Marshall had just done to me?  My tears were not that of pain but those of
embarrassment for having enjoyed being fucked like a girl by a guy.

"Bobbi, you better go to the bathroom and get out of Jennifer's clothes and
clean yourself up some.  She and Grandma could be home anytime now."
Marshall said handing me my regular boy clothes.

I said nothing but took the clothes and still holding the skirt and slip up
around my waist headed for the bathroom.  My bum hole was starting to ache
from the recent assault as I he walked to the changing room.  Once inside I
shut the door and hurriedly slipped out of the wondrous clothing.  I took a
wash rag and cleaned my bottom and inner thighs of the now shinny dried cum
that remained.  All the time I was wondering what had started here today.
Would it happen again?  Did I want it to ever happen again?  I really
didn't know.  What I did know that a few minutes ago I really felt like a
real girl.  I felt loved and wanted.  Would this be the price I would pay
for wanting to be a girl?

I was cleaned and dressed as Bob, once again.  I exited the bathroom and
returned to the bedroom to face Marshall once again.  I entered and said,
"I'm all done.  Here's Jennifer's clothes."

"Oh, Ok.  Here, I have something for you.  Here take these with you, Jen
will never miss them and I want you to have something to remember this by.
Maybe you'll wear them for me again sometime," He said handing me the satin
and lace panties still wet from both our cum.

I silently took the panties and was about to head out the door when
Marshall took me by the arm turned me to him and pressed his lips to mine.
His tongue penetrated my mouth and I responded.  I had stirring in my groin
as he held me tightly to him.  He finally broke the kiss I and turned and
ran from the house with the sticky panties clutched in my hand.  I ran
directly home and stuffing the panties in my jean's pocket went straight to
my room.  I took the panties from my pocket and fondled them in my shaking
hands.  I then went to the bathroom and locking the door wash the satin and
lace material free from the sticky cum left behind.  I squeezed as much
water out of them as I could and then rolled them in a towel as I had seen
my sister do with her good sweaters to dry them.

I took my almost dry treasure back to my room and found the perfect hiding
place deep in the back of my closet.  I then fell onto the bed and slept.
Evening shadows were falling when my sister poked her head in the door and
said, "Hey, Mom's been looking all over for you.  Supper's on the table and
we're starting with out you."

"Oh, OK.  I'll be right down," I replied.  As I descended the stairs to the
kitchen I felt as if they could see what had happened to me.  It was like
they knew everything.  I almost turned and ran back to my room, but I knew
they couldn't really know.

As we sat eating dinner Mom ask, "Where were you all day Bob?  I haven't
seen you since early today.  And you sleeping in the middle of the day, I
can't believe that."

"Oh, I was over visiting Marshall for awhile.  We played some games he
brought with him.  I don't know I was just real tired when I came home
that's all."

"Are you galled again on your bottom?  I saw you walking funny coming down
the stairs.  You know in this summer heat you should put some powder on
your backside.  After supper I'll take a look at it for you," Mom said.

I almost panicked as I replied, "No Mom, it's OK.  My foot was just
asleep."  I could let her see my bum.  She'd know for sure what had
happened if she saw it.  I just knew she would.  Then my sister Carol piped
in, "Oh yes Bob you should powder everyday.  I'll even let you borrow some
of my pretty smelling body powder till you get your own.  And if your real
nice I'll let you borrow a pair of my nice silky panties to wear so little
boy doesn't get a sore little bottom."  She laughed at her own teasing and
baby talking to me.

"Mom tell her to shut up before I club her one," I shot back in anger.

Carol replied, "Oh yeah right, your going to club me.  Your such a little
sis I can handle you anytime.  Start something and I'll put you over my
knee and spank you."

"Alright that's enough out of both of you.  If your done eating go find
something constructive to do or I'll find you both something to keep you
busy," Mom retorted.

Dad who had sat through this with out comment spoke then, "Yes, Carol you
better just do as your Mother says.  You are bigger than Bob right now but
then you could be mistaken for my son with the boyish style of dress your
usually in.  And I'll bet you wish you had the hair Bob sports also."

"Yeah, Dad.  Just because he looks like my sister instead of my brother
doesn't mean I look like a boy," Carol said in mock jeaously.

I quickly excused myself from the table and returned to my room to play
games and watch some TV.  As I sat on the bed I couldn't concentrate.  My
mind was still filled with the days events with Marshall.  I wondered if
Marshall really like me as a girl or if he had just said and did those
things so he could get himself off.  How could I ever face him again/ Would
he ever tell anyone what happened today?  As the night wore on I thought
more and more of being dressed in Jennifer's clothes.  I really did look
like a girl.  What would it be like to be dressed up like that and be able
to go the mall or a school dance?  Would people know?

As I got ready for bed I was drawn once again to the panties Marshall had
given me.  I retrieved them from the hiding place in the closet and after
striping once again slid the delicate smooth panties up my legs and around
my sore bottom.  I slide in under the covers on my bed still deep in
thought when Mom knocked lightly and then came directly into my room.  I
clutched the sheets up around my neck tightly as I wondered if she knew.

"Here, I brought you some powder.  I'll powder your bottom for you.  Let go
of the covers and roll over for me," She said tucking at the sheet.

"No, Mom," I said as I clutched the covers tighter, "I'm not sore.  I'm
fine.  I'll put some on tomorrow after I bath."

"OK," she relented, as she loosed her grip on the sheet and sat the powder
on the night stand, "Sleeptight I'll see you in the morning."  She turned
and left the room as my heart continued to thump.  That was too close.  I
wouldn't make that mistake again.

The next two or three days I avoided all contact with Marshall.  At night I
would either wear the panties for awhile or fondle myself with them.  I
never did it till I came again though.  I really thought that that would
only happen again if someone were doing the thing Marshall did to me that
day.

The morning of the fourth day I was just making my bed when Mom yelled up
the stairs, "Hey Bob, Marshall's here to see you."

I was almost in a panic.  What was he doing here.  Was he telling Mom what
I did.  Surely he wouldn't.  I mean he did it to me I didn't do it.  I
practically ran down the stairs to defend myself.

"Hi Bob," Marshall said with a wink of his eye, "I haven't seen you for
awhile.  Your not pissed about something are you?"

There in the presence of Mom I could act suspicious.  I replied, "Naw, I
just been busy.  What's going on?"

"Oh nothing really.  I just got left home alone all day today.  Grandma and
my Mom took Jennifer shopping for summer clothes at that mall over in
Somerset and said they'll be gone all day.  I just thought maybe you'd like
to come over for awhile.  I mean you seemed to have fun the last time,
didn't you?"

I flushed red at the innuendo carried in Marshall's invitation.  "I don't
think I can today, sorry," I replied.

"Oh that's too bad.  I got some new things I know you'd really like," he
continued.

Then Mom said, "Why don't you go.  I'm tied of you hanging around the house
underfoot all day.  Go visit.  After all Marshall won't be around here for
you forever."

I knew Mom had no idea of what she was encouraging me to do.  I also knew
right then what Marshall had in his mind.  Did I really want to continue
this thing?  I wasn't sure about it but then I could go and then tell him I
didn't want to do it anymore.

Then Marshall said slyly, "Hey, if you don't want to come over to my
Grandma's house I could bring some stuff over here."

That decided it for me.  "No, that's OK.  We can go over there.  I see you
in a little while Mom," I said as I headed for the door with Marshall
following.

"Oh that's OK honey, stay as long as you like.  Just be home for dinner,"
Mom said.

"Yeah, Mrs. Cole, He'll be fine with me.  I won't let him get in any
trouble.  I know just what Bob likes to do."

As we exited the house and out of ear shot of Mom I said to Marshall, "What
are you trying to do.  You said you'd never say anything about that.  I
think what happened was bad and I don't think we better do it again."

"Oh, Bobbi, you don't get it do you?  Your my girl now.  I really mean it.
I missed not seeing you.  And when you dress up like a girl I can't stand
it.  You can't tell me you didn't like wearing my sister's clothes now can
you?

"I don't know.  It was kinda fun, but I'm a boy.  I'm not some faggot or
queer or something."

"I know your not Bobbi, but did you ever think maybe you should have been
born a girl?  You know men and women have both inside them and sometimes it
happens like a birth defect.  You know like when a baby is born crippled or
something.  Well, we learned in school that sometimes girls are born with
dicks even though they are really girls inside.  And sometimes guys grow
breasts or are born with out a dick even though they are really guys.
Maybe you really are a girl inside.  I mean your so pretty like a girl and
everything."

"Ah, your crazy.  I never heard of such a thing."

"Well you can't tell me you didn't like being in her clothes, now can you?
Look today when we get there I'll let you go in Jennifer's room and pick
out all the clothes you want to wear.  Anything you want.  And if that's
all you want to do that's OK too.  You can even use her make-up if you want
too.  They won't be home all day."

Oh I did want to put dresses on again today.  I wasn't sure about the rest
of it but I could hardly wait to be able to pick out the stuff of
Jennifer's to wear.  And with a little make-up I wondered what I'd look
like.

So we entered the house and as we arrived at the top of the stairs Marshall
swung open the door to his sister's room and standing aside said, "Here, go
in and take what ever you want too.  Surprise me.  Let me see my beautiful
girl again."

I said nothing and entered into the overtly feminine room with the pink
canopy bed and pink walls.  Oh I'd love to have a room like this of my own.
I shut the door behind me and after a moment headed to the dresser and
began opening the drawers.  Soft silky panties in every shade under the sun
and almost every pair had a matching bra to go with it.  The next drawer
contained the slips, full slips and half slips with matching lacy
camisoles.  The next drawer contained socks from white athletic ones to
those in pastel colors.  Nylons mostly in pant hose styles in every shade.
There were the lace top hose I had worn before and a few more pair in pink,
white and black as well as the tan ones.

I turned my attention to the closet and slid the mirrored doors wide open.
I couldn't believe my eyes.  Hanger after hanger of dresses, skirts,
blouses, long dresses, short dresses, skimpy sun dresses, and elegant
looking party dresses.  The floor of the closet was an array of shoes from
pink sneakers to strappy heeled sandles and pumps that glittered with
sequins.

I knew immediately what I wanted.  I left the closet and returned to the
drawers.  I carefully selected a white satin panty and bra set.  No lace
adorned them but the stretchy satin smooth fabric felt luxurious in my
hands.  Next came the little lace half slip with lace hem that fell barely
to mid thigh.  The matching camisole would have to wait till I did
something with my empty satiny bra cups.  As I rummaged in Jennifer's panty
and bra drawer I made a real find.  There under the panties was two skin
tones breasts complete with a nipple.  Oh, so Jennifer wasn't all she
seemed to be I thought.  I tucked the cool forms into the cups of the bra.
The transformation was wonderful.  I tossed my hair and watched myself in
the mirrored door.  Now I really had a shape like a girl.  I turned to view
myself sideways.  I didn't need anything in back.  I had really cute
rounded buns.  The only distraction was the slight bulge my hardening
little penis made in the front of the panties.

I hurriedly took the white shimmery hose from the drawer and rolled each up
my smooth hairless legs.  The lacy elastic top was barely hidden by the
slip.  I had to lift the slip slightly to see my creamy white thigh emerge
from the stocking top to disappear into the soft satiny white panties.
With my breast forms in place I slipped the camisole over my head and went
to the closet to find the shoes.  The white sandals had a heel that
appeared to be about two inches high.  I slipped them on my feet as my
stocking covered toes poked out the front.

I looked once more towards the closet but decided but decided it was
make-up and hair time.  I sat down at Jennifer's vanity in front of all the
colors, powders, nail colors, lipstick and all the finishing touches that
made a girl a girl.  I skipped the foundation.  Just alittle pink blush to
the cheek bones.  Then I spread the soft slippery pink lipstick over my
lips being careful to form the little bow in my upper lip as I had seen Mom
and sis do so many times.

It was easy to pull the bangs out that Marshall had cut just a few days
earlier.  It was funny Mom had never said anything about the trim job.  I
combed and brushed my hair into a straight drop framing my pretty painted
face.  Then I selected a white hair ribbon from the box on the vanity and
slipping it under the fall of my hair and over the op it separated the fall
from the bangs.  I couldn't recognize Bob any longer.  Bobbi was looking
quite demurely back at me from the mirror.  I sat there just admiring
myself for sometime before I regained my composure.

Then off to the closet I went.  I already knew exactly the dress I wanted.
I had never seen Jennifer in it but probably because it was a party dress
or at minimal a Sunday-go-to-meeting dress.  It was snow white.  It was
made of silky rayon with a full cut skirt that draped from the narrowed
waist.  The top was similar to a boat neck in the front with a collar that
stood up around the top of the breasts but leaving the top and neck fully
exposed.  The neck line drooped over the ends of the shoulder to expose the
shoulder from neck to shoulder tip.  The neck line continued round back to
the zipper that was hidden under a large bow and drape that fell in two
streamers almost to the hem line.

I unzipped the dress and removed it from it's hangar.  Then I stepped into
it and drawing it up and slipping my arms rough the openings.  I shivered
as the silky material ran over my satin clad body.  My penis was as hard as
it has ever been in it's satin encasement.  I struggled with the zipper.
Girls must be double jointed to be able to manage the zippers in dress like
this one.  I had manage to get the zipper almost all the way up as the
bodice hugged me in a world of luxury.  I twirled in front of the mirror.
I was all girl.  I loved it.  At that moment I knew I would turn the head
of every normal boy and have them hardening in their jeans.

It was time.  I hadn't heard a sound from Marshall since he had deposited
me in his sister's room.  I was ready for my grand entrance.  I was ready
to turn Marshall on once again.  I only wished we could go out arm and arm
and show off to the world.  We would make a fabulous couple.  I swung open
the door to go find Marshall.  It wasn't Marshall I found.  Instead
standing in the doorway with her arms loaded with packages stood Jennifer.

A pregnant silence followed as Jennifer tried to comprehend who stood in
front of her and why they were dressed in her dress and shoes.  I was in
shock.  I was frozen almost in mid stride still holding the door open with
on hand.

Jennifer broke the silence with a scream, "EEEEEEEEEEEHHH, Mother there's
someone in my room."

I responded stammering, "Ppp..lease, Jennifer, it's me.  Please don't call
your Mom.  I can explain."

It was to late for that.  Jennifer's Mom appeared at the top of the stairs
as Marshall timidly peeked out of his bedroom door and quietly closed it
again.  I was on my own from his perspective, I guessed.

Jennifer spoke again, "Bob? That is you, isn't it?  What the hell are you
doing wearing my dress?  What kind of pervert are you?  MOM!"

Jennifer's Mom had arrived and spoke up, "What the hell is going on here?
Who are you?  What are you doing in this house?  Where is Marshall,
MARSHALL!"

"Mom it's Bob from up the street.  It's a boy and he's wearing my good
dress and shoes."

"Marshall, what the hell's going on here?  Marshall where are you?  Get out
here this instant," there Mother yelled.

I was still in stunned silence.  My whole body was flushed with
embarrassment and terror as I couldn't imagine what was going to happen to
me.  I began to plead, "Please, I didn't want to do this, Marshall made
me."

Marshall then appeared and feigning shock said, "What the hell is he doing
in your clothes, Jen?  Shit, you said you were going to the bathroom and
now your in her clothes.  What a little fairy.  I don't believe it."

I was crushed.  In a moment I had fallen from being his girl, his pretty
thing, to being a fairy.  He wasn't going to defend me and I really
couldn't tell them everything that might have made my story
believable. Tears started to flow from my eyes.  I was lost.  I was to be
the sacrifice.  I was going to have to assume the total responsibility for
trying to be the girl Marshall said he wanted me to be.

"God Mom, Look! He's even wearing my slip, panties and hose," Jennifer said
as she had dropped her packages and lifted the hem of the dress above my
waist.  As she did so she reached under the skirt of the dress I thought to
maybe tear the slip down but instead grabbed my penis in the front of the
smooth satin panties.  As quickly as she had grabbed me she let go as if
she had been burned.

"Mom, he he ..he's hard in my panties," she mumbled to her Mother.

"I don't know what's going on here but I'll put an end to it right now,"
her Mother said as she grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me past
Marshall and down the stairs.  I wasn't use to the heels and stumbled after
her down the stairs and right on out the front door.  Jennifer followed and
started a chatter as she had now formed some thoughts of her own and the
shock of finding a neighbor boy in her clothes wore off.

"Mom, what are you going to do to him?  This is sick.  I'll burn those
clothes.  I'll never wear them again.  And that's my new panties and slip.
I'll bet he even has my bra and camisole on too.  He does Mom look the
straps are showing.  He's got my bra and cami on too," Jennifer whined.

Up the street I was dragged in full view of everyone.  If Jennifer had been
quiet no one would have thought much about it.  But her chatter drew the
attention of everyone to the fact that they had a boy in a dress in tow.

"Don't worry, I'm sure his Mother will be more than happy to replace your
clothes since her son seems to like dressing like a girl so much," she
replied as she drug me up on our porch and banged on the door.

Carol opened the door and after a glance at the neighbor and Jennifer
settled her gaze on me. Jennifer's Mother spoke, "Please get your Mother.
Your little fairy brother wants to show her something."

"Mom, come here quick," Carol shouted.  "My, my aren't we the pretty little
thing.  I din't know I had such a pretty little sister.  Come on in, I'll
get Mom."

We were all standing in the front room as Mom entered.  I was still in the
grip of my captor as she swung me around directly in front of my Mother.

"This little pervert you call a son was in my daughter's room playing dress
up when we came home and found him.  I hope you like his outfit because I
going to have to insist you pay for the clothes he is wearing.  I have no
idea what he was up to but I can assure you my daughter will never wear
these clothes again," Jen's Mother rattle on.

My Mother stood in stunned silence.  I fully expected her outrage to
explode at any moment.  Instead she remained extremely clam and replied,
"Well, I don't know anymore about this than you do.  And yes, I'll see the
clothes are replaced.  Bob what ever possessed you to do something like
this?  Your Father is going to go ballistic.  What are you doing in girls
clothes and made up like that."

I remained silent.  Then Jen's Mom lifted the skirt of the dress to reveal
the under things I wore.  "Well in addition to the dress, shoes, and
nylons, I expect the slip, panties, bra and camisole to be replaced also.
I'll see if I still have the sales slips.  And I don't want this pervert
around my Mother's house or my children again.  If need be I'll go to the
local authorities."

Carol had been silent as she just walked around me looking me up and down.
I think she may have been embarrassed by her brother in dresses also.

Jennifer and her Mom turned and left in some what of a huff.  I was now
alone with Mom and Carol awaiting the onslaught I knew would be unleashed
upon me.  I couldn't look into Mom's face.  I mumbled, "I'll go get my
clothes changed."

Mom spoke up, "Oh no you won't young man or should I say young lady.  You
want to dress like a sissy then you stay dressed as a sissy.  You'll pay
for the clothes out of your savings and since you like them so much your
going to wear them till I decide other wise.  I can't believe you'd do
something like this.  How long has this been going on?"

I was shocked.  I couldn't wear these clothes.  What would Dad say.  Surely
she didn't mean it.  "Mom, honest I didn't want to do this.  I never did
anything like this before.  Marshall made me do it.  He was going to beat
me up if I didn't do it.  Please Mom it will never happen again.  Let me
get changed, please."

"Oh Mom isn't he such a pretty little thing.  I'll lend him some clothes he
doesn't have to steal clothes from the neighbors.  Oh I love the dress,
will you let me wear it sometime?  I let you pick out something of mine to
wear, if you will," Carol started.

"Mom, make her shut-up please," I pleaded.

"Carol please, leave it be.  I don't know what's going on here, but I'm
going to make sure you get to wear girls clothes long enough you won't want
to be a party to this again.  Now go watch TV or something till I get done
with the laundry.  I decide then what to do with you," Mom said as she left
the room.

Carol in a low voice said, "Oh you know you do make a better sister than
you do a brother.  Just think we can share clothes and do on another's
hair.  Oh and those panties are so sweet.  But what about the boobs?  How'd
you get them?  They really look real, can I touch them?"  Come on let's go
up to my room I want to see everything you have on please?"

There was a certain kindness in her voice and the one thing I really needed
right now was some one on my side.  So I let her take me by the hand and
lead me to her bedroom.

Once inside she immediately ran her hands under the dress to lift it up
over my waist.  While holding the dress in one hand she began to explore
with her other under my dress.

"Please Carol, don't do that," I whined.

"Oh, but Bob, no we can't call you Bob in this outfit.  How about Bobbi?
No that doesn't fit.  I know, TIFFANY.  Yes, Tiffany for the sweet little
girl you are.  Oh Tiffany what's this in your panties?  Girls shouldn't
have things like this in there panties," She said as she found my hardening
penis in the stretchy satin fabric of the panties I wore.

"Please Carol, don't do that.  It makes me feel all funny."

"Oh really, then being in dresses really excites you doesn't it.  Oh you
really do like it don't you.  What were you and Marshall doing?  Was he
dressing up too?  Were you being a bad girl with him?"

"We didn't do anything.  He made me do it honest."

"Oh, I'll bet he forced you.  What else did he force you to do Tiffany? Did
he take your virginity too?  I'm a little jealous.  I'm still a virgin and
here my little sister is out giving it away.  Oh, you naughty little girl."

She was continuing to rub my penis through the satin front of the panties
as I felt as if I'd explode another load of cum into these panties.  I was
as red as a beet and so flustered I could barely speak.

"Carol please don't do this to me.  I thought you'd understand and help
me."

"Oh, but Tiffany, I do understand and I am going to help you," she said as
she pushed me backwards towards her bed.

I Again ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with my tormentor standing
in front of me.  Carol then reached up under her pleated mini skirt and
slid her panties down her legs.  She then lifted the front of her skirt to
expose her light blonde hared cunt directly in front f my face.  I could
smell the musky odor as she moved closer.  With her slender fingers on each
side of the lips she spread them apart to reveal her clitty and pink lined
hole of delight.  I sat mesmerized at my first close look at a real life
pussy.

Carol spoke, "I'll bet you had Marshall in that little painted mouth of
yours.  Now I think my little sister should learn how to make her Sister
feel good like that too.  Ever see a real pussy before, Tiffany?  Come on
Tiffany, get that little tongue of yours out here and taste your big
sister's pussy."

I leaned slighty forward as Carol placed her hand on the back of my head
and pushed me into her now wet pussy.  My tongue came out and I pressed it
into her womanhood.

"Easy Tiffany girl.  Just use the tip of your tongue.  That's a girl, right
up there, lick it easy baby.  Ohhhhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss yesss, that's it
girl," She moaned as she pressed me deeper into the musky little pussy.

I was really excited myself and I had to get a hold of my little dick and
began a rhythmic stroking.  I consciously moved my tongue down the spread
crack to penetrate her pussy hole.  As I did so she jerked and almost
smothered me as she clamped my head into her crotch.  Almost in unison I
came for the second time in my young life filling the front on my panties
with cum as Carol moaned deeply ad a rush of pussy juice flooded my captive
face.  She bucked against my face as if she wanted my tongue deeper inside
her as my nose rubbed against her inflamed clitty.

"Oh God, Oh God yes. Oh Tiffany yess girl your are great.  We are really
going to have some fun," Carol said as she stumbled backwards releasing her
grip on me.

I sat looking down at the mess I had made in the panties.  Wondering what I
would do, what Carol would say, and how to hide the evidence of this.

"Oh Tiffany, you had a little accident, didn't you.  Oh, and in your pretty
little panties.  What will Mom say?"

"Please Carol, don't tell her.  It just happened. What am I going to do?
What if Mom see them?"

"Don't cry.  I think I have a pair that looks like them.  I'll get them
while you get out of those panties and clean yourself up.  There's Kleenex
on my dresser."

I slipped the panties down carefully so I didn't get the sticky cum all
over me and hobbled bow legged over to the dresser.  I wiped the cum from
my belly and softening dick and was pretty well cleaned up when Carol
handed me the panties.

"Here girl get these on before Mom shows up."

As I took the panties from her hand and stepped into them I could see they
were not like the ones I had been wearing.  Instead of the smooth satin
front these had a lace waist band and were adorned with little embroidered
roses at the top.

"I can't were these.  If Mom sees then she'll know they aren't the same
ones.  She's mad enough at me already."

"Oh just tell her you had an accident or started your period and borrowed a
pair of mine."

"Please Carol, don't tease me.  Mom will lose it if she sees me like this."

"She's already seen you like that, stupid.  Come on, get your panties and
into the bathroom.  I'll show you how to wash your little delicate things
and keep them pretty.  They way Mom talked you might be wearing your
frillies for a long time, so you better learn how to take care of them."

After the lesson on washing delicates and drying them in a towel we
returned to Carol's room.  It was getting late in the afternoon and I
hadn't heard from Mom.  Dad was due home soon.  I was in a near panic.
Surely she had punished me enough.  She wouldn't let Dad see me like this,
would she?

"Carol would you go ask Mom if I can get into my own clothes now?  She'll
listen to you.  Tell her I learned my lesson.  I'll never let it happen
again."

"She isn't going to listen to me.  You better ask her yourself.  Personally
I hope she keeps you in dresses.  I really really like having a sister like
you.  Just think of all the fun we can have.  This could be the best summer
of your life spent in dresses and such."

I had lost my advocate.  She was turning on me.  I was a boy, not her
sister and I wasn't going to be her sister.  I turned and headed down the
stairs to find Mom and plead my case.  I found her in the kitchen preparing
supper.

"Mom, I'm sorry about what happened.  I shouldn't have let him make me do
it.  I won' t ever let it happen again.  Please can I change my clothes
now?"

Mom turned to me and said, "I don't know what to do with you.  When you
were dragged in here today in those clothes I was shocked.  I'm still in
shock I think.  My son dressed up like a little girl.  And who cut your
bangs?  It's not that you just put girls clothes on but you've gone so far
to look like a girl in every aspect.  Whose idea was it to fill your bra?
Was this really the first time?  How long have you been doing this?  Do you
think your a girl or want to be a girl?  Are you queer?  Do you like boys?"

"Mom, honest, I lied, I've never done this before and I won't do it again.
No, I'm not a queer.  Marshall made me dress like this.  He put the things
in the bra and he cut my hair before I could stop him.  Please Mom let me
get out of this dress and things before Dad gets home."

"Absolutely not!  I don't know what to do with you but maybe your Father
does.  Since we are going to pay for all your nice little girl clothes your
going to get some use out of them by wearing them as far as I'm concerned.
Maybe if you have to dress like a girl you'll decide your better off as a
boy and stop this nonsense."

Just then Carol appeared and said to Mom, "Oh Mom, Tiffany had a little
accident in her panties so I let her pick out a pair of mine to wear till
hers dry.  I showed her how to wash them out and dry them.  There hanging
in her room now."

I almost dropped dead on the spot.  How could she do this to me.  I though
she was my friend in this.  She was worse than Mom.

"Oh God," Mom sighed, "And you telling me how this wouldn't happen again.
And your already borrowing your sister's panties.  Maybe you need to be put
in diapers if you can't control your bladder."

"No Mom it wasn't like that.  I just dribbled a little.  I was afraid you
be even madder if I didn't keep the clothes on like you said.  Carol told
me to were these so you wouldn't be mad."

"I've heard enough from the both of you get busy and set the table for
dinner.  Bobbi, you'll wear the clothes till your Father gets home and
decides what to do with you."

The table was set and Dad arrived home.  I hung back in the kitchen as I
tried to avoid the confrontation.  I could hear Mom and Dad talking in the
other room but couldn't make out was being said.  I knew it had to be Mom
filling Dad in on what had transpired with his sissy son that day. It was
then that Carol came in and pinning me up against the counter with her body
started, "Well little sister I think you had better freshen your make-up
before your presented to Dad.  Here this is your shade of lipstick, let me
help you."

I turned my head in protest and said, "Leave me alone.  You already got me
in enough trouble."

"Look now, my little pussy licker, hold still or you'll find out just what
trouble is.  You should have washed your face better, you smell like pussy.
Better not go kissing Dad."

I stopped my struggle as she reapplied lipstick.  Oh, I hoped she was just
teasing.  Surely I didn't smell like the musky pussy I so recently had my
face buried into.  Just then Mom called, "Bobbi, get in here.  Your Father
wants to see you, now."

I slowly went towards the room with Carol right behind me.  There was no
escape.  I stepped into the room and stopped at the very edge with both Dad
& Mom halfway across the room.  Dad's mouth dropped open.  What ever Mom
had told him hadn't prepared him for me in all my girlish refinement.  His
shocked expression turned into a grin as he spoke.

"My god, I didn't know I had two daughters.  And they are both so pretty,"
He chided.  "Bobbi, you do look like a real girl I had no idea."

"Dad, please.  Marshall made me do this and then Mom made me stay this
way."

Carol spoke, "Oh Dad doesn't he make a much better looking Daughter than a
Son?  And I think he really likes pretending to be a girl.  I think he
should always be my sister."

"Well, there's no denying he certainly makes a good looking girl and a
developing one too," Dad teased.  "Well I guess I don't know what all
transpired here today but your Mother thinks you should spend some time in
your dress to make sure you understand what your doing.  Marshall may have
put you in the dress but I don't see any bumps or bruises from your
fighting him off.  So I'm going to leave this up to your Mother as to how
to handle it.  I guess I'll miss my son, but what a lovely daughter I have
to take his place."

I hung my head in the shame from Dad's teasing.  I was completely
humiliated.  Carol took my hand as we headed to the dinning room for
supper.  We sat and ate as both Dad and Carol continued there teasing.  Mom
sat in mostly silence as if they were doing exactly what she thought needed
to be done.

Yes, Bobbi you do make a pretty girl.  I like the hair style.  And the
make-up really looks good on you," Dad said.

"Oh Dad don't call her Bobbi.  She wants to be called Tiffany, don't you
sis?" Carol replied.

"OK, Tiffany it is.  I don't know but Tiffany seems very content in her
pretty dress, but it's a little much for everyday isn't it?" Dad said.

"Oh she can borrow some of my clothes.  She already knows some of them fit
her already," Carol replied.

"Tiffany I surprised.  I didn't know you wore your sister's clothes too.
When did you start this?" Dad said in mock surprise.

"Dad, I don't wear her clothes.  I never did," I responded in anger at the
teaseing.

Mom finally spoke up, "I think that's about enough.  Let's just finish our
dinner in peace.  Then the GIRLS can do up the dishes."

After Carol and I had finished the dishes, I hid in my room the rest of the
evening avoiding the teasing from Dad and anymore ideas by Mom or Carol.
As I lay on my bed in the satiny dress afraid of the consequences of
removing it without Mom's permission I reflected on the day.  I thought
about Marshall.  Yes, I was pissed at him for shoving all the blame on me,
but what good would his confession done?  When I was dressing in Jennifer's
room this morning I knew what I was doing and I knew where it was leading.
Yes, I wanted Marshall's attention.  I wanted to feel his hands on me
again.  I wanted to be fucked like his girl.  I guess I was really
demented.  As I thought about Marshall and what might have been my hand
slipped under my dress once again to minister to my hardening little dick.

My thoughts ran to Carol in her bed room.  What she had me do and the fact
that it had excited me.  It had been my first real close look at a real
pussy.  The taste wasn't all that bad.  And boy did she get excited. It was
almost like she peed herself when she came.

A knock on my door brought me from my reverie as I quickly pulled my hand
out of my panties and smoothed the skirt back own over my nylon covered
legs.  Carol stepped into the room and threw me a batch of clothes.

"Here," she said, "Mom said to give these to you to put on after you bath."

I didn't believe it as I caught the garments and started separating them.
A pair of pink nylon and lace panties with the matching nylon lace baby
doll top, pink slippers and a pink satin bra.

"I can't wear this stuff to bed.  Tell Mom thanks but no thanks."

"You tell Mom if you want too.  If I were you though I do what ever she
said without any back talk or you may end up wearing dresses to school next
fall.  Anyway Mom fixed the bath for you so you had better get going before
it gets cold."

Without further discussion I stripped the pretty dress, slip, nylons, bra,
and panties off and slipped into my bathrobe.  I was standing there
completely nude when Carol burst through the door to fling her pink satin
shorty robe at me.

"Here, I almost forgot.  You'll need this for your trips to the bathroom
Tiffany.  Mom said she'll be up to check on you in a little bit.  I
wouldn't cross her if I were you," she said as she exited as quickly as she
had appeared.

Once in the bathroom I found not just a tub of water but it was filled with
bubbles and smelled like a blooming garden full of lilacs.  I slipped into
the water and scrubbed my face as hard as I could o remove all traces of
the make-up.  I exited the tub and dried on the fluffly towel and after
brushing my teeth and combing my wet hair out straight slipped into the
satin robe to return to my bedroom.  There I slipped the nylon bottoms of
the babydolls up my legs and around my waist.  They were loose fitting and
seemed to provoke more sensation in my groin than did the snug fitting
panties I and worn that day.  I slipped the bra on and then slipped the
silicone pads into the cups wanting to do everything Mom expected so as to
avoid any further punishment.  I slipped the baby doll top over me and the
full cut of it draping over my chest sent shivers through me.  Never before
had I wore anything like this, so sexy, so female.  It gave rise
immediately to my little dick in the nylon bottoms.

I quickly jumped into my bed and pulled the sheet up around me.  The weight
of the sheet only seemed to enhance the feeling of the nylon over my lilac
scented skin.  I folded the sheet back off the top of my body and with the
remote turned the TV on to MTV.  I was half lost in thought and half
listening and watching the sexy guys and girls in the videos when a knock
at the door announced the arrival of Mom on her inspection tour.  She
looked strangely at me for a moment and then spoke, "What in God's name are
you wearing now?"  She approached the bed and Carol stepped through the
door.

"And were you in my bath oils?  You smell like flowers."

Before I could respond Carol spoke, "Mom, he begged me to let him borrow
that set to sleep in.  He said you might make him sleep in the dress.  And
he ask me to fix the bath for him like girls would, so I did.  Sorry about
your bath oil I really didn't use that much."

"Mom, that's not true!  Carol said you said I had to wear this tonight and
she said you fixed the bath water," I pleaded.

"I don't know what to believe anymore.  Well your in them now so just wear
them tonight.  We'll talk about it in the morning.  And brush that hair out
and dry it before you go to sleep," Mom said as she turned quickly and
exited the room before I could plead anymore of my case.

Alone again I took my blow dryer and dried my hair as I brushed it out
straight.  I tried to brush the bangs Marshall had cut in my hair back into
a more boyish style but to no avail.  I slipped into bed and the mental
exhaustion of the day soon had me in dream land.  It was sometime later
that I awoke feeling the presence of another in my bed.  I first thought it
was Mom trying to wake me the night having expired.  However, as I became
more conscious of my surroundings I realized someone was under the covers
with me as a hand began to explore my crotch.  I started to say something
but was "shhhh'ed".

"Shhhhhhh, Carol whispered, "I came to play.  I couldn't stop thinking
about this afternoon.  Now be quiet or you'll wake Mom & Dad."

I whispered, "Carol, please.  You got me in enough trouble, get out of here
and leave me alone.  I have to wear these girls pajamas because of you.
You lied to me and to Mom."

Her hands continued to explore until she had my flaccid cock wrapped in the
panties of the nighty and began stroking me. She replied, "Look here little
sister, if you think your in trouble with Mom now just give me some more
lip and I'll see your in real trouble.  You the best pussy licker in the
world I think and I know you really got off doing it, didn't you?"

I squirmed and I knew she would lie again just to get me in deeper with
Mom.  Her ministration to my groin were having the desired effect.  I
pleaded, "Please Carol, leave me alone.  I don't think we should be doing
these things."

"Well Tiffany, your clitty says you still like it," she said as she pushed
the nylon and lace top of the nighty up and took my nipple between her warm
lips.  She flicked her tongue over the hardening nipple and by now had her
hand inside my panties.  She switched from one nipple to the other and they
hardened as I had never experienced before.  The sensations sent goose
bumps coursing down my body to my toes.  "Oh yes Tiffany likes that,
doesn't she.  Now Tiffany I want you to suck your sister's pretty titties."

I had lost all resistance.  I rolled over and pulling one of her small pert
titties out of her gown closed my mouth over it.  As I tried to duplicate
the tongue action she had just done to me I let my hand fish down into her
gown to capture the other tittie with it's erect nipple.  Carol moaned and
said, "Oh yes girl, that's the way."  I could barely see but Carol had one
hand in my panties playing with what she called my clitty and her other
hand was buried in her crotch.  It was then that she took my hand from her
breast and placed it between her legs right on her soft wet pussy.  Her
hand covered mine as she guided it to her pleasure zone and demonstrated
the proper pressure and motion to pleasure her.

As we continued the exploration of each others body she began talking to
me, "Oh Tiffany that feels so good.  Did Marshall rub you like this?  Come
on tell me about you and Marshall, please.  Did he really do you Tiffany?
Come on Tiffany tell your big sister about it.  Did you like it?  Did it
make you cum like you did this afternoon?"

"Nooo, nothing happened," I pleaded.

"Oh Tiffany, It's OK I'd never tell anyone.  And if you really liked it
maybe we could find you another boyfriend."

"No, it hurt," I blurted out.

"Oh so my little sister did lose her cherry," she almost shouted as she
moved her hand deep between my legs and started to insert her long finger
into my rosebud hole.  I squirmed to avoid the penetration.  "Easy Sis, I
won't hurt you like he did, but if your going to have boys using you like
that you better get it exercised," she whispered as she found the mark and
pushed a finger deep into me.

"No Carol, it wasn't like that," I lied, "I don't like boys.  I am a boy.
I like girls.  I'm not a girl."

"Yes, yes Tiffany, I know.  Your a good girl, aren't you?  Now if you
really like girls I'm going to let you prove it to me."

With that she turned upside down in the bed and swung her leg over my head.
Her wet pussy was inches from my nose as I looked up to see the pink lips
already swollen from the hand action of a few moments ago.  Before I could
even react, she had the front of my panties down and had taken my small but
erect dick into her mouth.  I could begin to describe the sensation of
having my little dick buried between her soft warm lips and then her tongue
began flicking over the head.  No wonder Marshall was trying to get me to
take his cock in my mouth.  I started to buck and writhe against her face
as she lowered her pussy onto my face.

My tongue immediately went into action as I drove it directly into her wet
flowing hole.  My chin rested on the little hard clitty and she began her
own rhythmic action as she squirmed as if to have my tongue buried so
deeply I would taste her tonsils. I couldn't hold back, I spewed my load
right into her mouth right at the moment she pushed her fingers into my
pussy hole so deep I thought for a moment it was Marshall again.  Moments
later a gush of warm cum flooded my face as Carol let out a muffled scream.
She collapsed completely onto me almost smothering me.  My head still
lodged between her tender creamy thighs.  My mouth and nose still against
her treasured slit.  Her cum completely engulfing my face and running down
my neck.  As I recovered somewhat I couldn't believe what we had just done.
I had never had sensations like these, even when Marshall made love to me
that one time.  I knew this was wrong some how, but I also knew it was
really bad to do it with your sister.

Carol crawled off of me and turned to hold me in her arms.  "Your the best
Tiffany.  I love you, little sister.  Now tell me was it as good as when
Marshall fucked you?"

With no real resistance left I stammered, "It was different, not as good,
he did hurt me when he put his dick in me."

"Well Sis, were not going to let that happen again.  We're going to find
you a nice gentle boyfriend to take care of Tiffany."

"Please Carol, don't say that.  I'm not a girl."

"Baby your going to be my girl regardless of what Mom decides to do with
you forever.  And don't lie to me or yourself, you like being a girl, don't
you.  You like making love like a girl and you love being dressed like a
girl."  This she said as she slipped from my bed.  Then leaning down she
whispered, "Goodnight my sweet Tiffany.  You better wash that pretty little
face and change your panties before you go to sleep."

Shortly after she left I got out of bed with another pair of cum drenched
panties in my hand.  Change panties she said.  I don't have panties to
change into.  Then I remembered the treasure from my first time with
Marshall.  I dug into the closet to retrive the satiny panties and headed
to the bathroom to clean myself up, put on clean panties and wash the cum
from the baby doll panties that matched my top.

I am choosing to end this story at this point.  If there is interest in the
continuation E-mail me or let me know and I will post the continuation of
Tiffany growing up under her Sister's tutelage.