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Sleeping Beauty-ish
By Shawna Stimple

"Damn!" Eugene Wilson exclaimed as he ran down the street, trying to find anywhere that would cut his hair. It was Christmas break, nineteen sixty five, and his mother decided it was the perfect time for family photos. His sister would be home from college, and it was the first time that they had seen her since she had left. Mrs. Wilson thought that it would be the perfect occasion for a photo, helping them to remember that time in their lives.

Eugene's mother had bribed him, with a new guitar, and lessons, if he had his hair cut in time for the photo. He's hadn't had it cut in months, and it fell to his shoulders, in unkempt uneven lengths. He had procrastinated for too long, and the photo was today. He had 4 hours, to get his haircut, and get back home. For a fifteen year old, without a car, it wasn't easy.

The first storefront he'd passed with a pair of scissors on the window, he entered. It was a small one room shop, with pastel pink wall paper, and furniture. A small desk sat next to two chairs and vanities, filling the space between the front and back walls. Opposite the Chairs was a singular wash sink. Eugene examined the young blond woman with a simple high ponytail tied back by a blue bow, wearing a smock, sitting in the first chair, thumbing through a magazine.

He quickly got her attention, by loudly clearing his throat, and said, "I desperately need a haircut."

"This is a womens salon. Sorry sweetie, but you're going to half to go someplace else." the woman said, before returning to her magazine.

Eugene was a good kid, but his outlook on the world was a little skewed from growing up so privileged. "Can't you make an exception. You must really need money. Why else would you work in such a tiny shop? You're husband must really need the help."

The woman looked back up from her magazine with a glint of rage in her eye."For your information, I'm not married. I have such a small shop, because with what my clients pay me, I don't need but five a week. You just happened to show up, on a day I had a cancellation, who rescheduled for this evening. I do happen to have a few hours free, so if you'd like I can fit you in."

"Sure. Whatever you want to tell me. Let's just get this over with. I've only got two hours, and I have to get back to my parents." Eugene said, as he strode past, and sat down next to her.

She couldn't believe the nerve of this little shit. He hadn't believed a word she'd said. "What a pompous little asshole." she thought to herself. "If he wants a haircut, he'll get one."

"Go through this and tell me which one you want." she said, handing him the magazine.

As he flipped through the magazine, he failed to notice every picture was of women with hair styled in several different variations. Finally he came upon an advertisement, with a picture of a young wife scolding her husband and the dog. "I guess this." he said, pointing to the picture of the first man he'd seen. She scanned the wife's style, taking in every detail.

"I can't cut your hair, while it's this greasy. I'll need to wash it first." she said, as she draped her pink apron over his shoulders. She took him by the hand, and walked him the few feet to the sink, and had him lay back, while she warmed up the water. She shampooed his hair, and once she was finished, she noticed he had fallen asleep.

When Eugene was a small boy, he would be too afraid to sleep, so his sister would play with his hair, until he was falling asleep sitting up. She would then guide the young zombie to his bedroom where he would stay for the rest of the night. Even though he's unaware of it, whenever a female plays with his hair, he falls asleep. The woman didn't know what the reason was, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"He's making it too easy" she thought to herself, as she quickly began a deep conditioning treatment on his hair. It was 20 minutes later that she woke Eugene, and led him sleepily over to the stylist chair. He sat down yawning, while she reached for her scissors. Within seconds he fell asleep sitting upright, perfectly still. She was too amazed. There was no need for distraction, and she no longer needed to come up with an excuse to cover the mirror, let alone come up with an explanation for the curlers.

She quickly began trimming his hair up to his neck. Then she evened the ends perfectly, before trimming side swept bangs just over his eyebrows. Next she  coated his hair in setting lotion, and put curlers in all of his locks, with the top and front rolled under, and and back and sides rolled outwards. After she placed a bonnet dryer over his curlers, he finally slumped back in the chair, and started snoring.

She woke him for a moment after she removed the dryer, but as soon as she removed the first curler, he was comatose once again. Once the rollers were removed she brushed out all of the curl, before spending the next ten minutes spraying, and teasing the hair into her desired creation.

Once she was finished she stood back, and praised herself for her handy work. After taking in the complete image, she realized she could do just a little more. She left everything to chance, and started on his eyebrows, with a nearby pair of tweezers, with nothing but the hope he wouldn't wake up. Sure enough, he slept through the entire process, only making slight faces of discomfort, until his brows were delicate feminine arches.

She covered his new do in a final coating of extra hold spray, before removing the apron, and jostling him back into consciousness. As he regained his bearings, he glanced towards the mirror. One look told him his hair was styled into a bouffant with his hair sweeping from one side to the other over his newly thinned eyebrows, down to his jawline, where it curled outward in one smooth flip all the way around. "What the hell did you do to me?!" he screamed as he looked closer into the mirror.

The woman answered with a sly grin. "I can see that you're not satisfied. As I am a professional, I will not charge you. I would have stopped if you'd asked me to, but you slept through the entire process. You should probably have that checked out. However I have no interest in trying again. As you have not taken the time to learn my name, I assume you have the same interest in me that I do in you. Anyway my next appointment should be arriving soon, so I'm going to have to asked you to leave."

Eugene just watched, mouth hung open, as the woman reached into the nearby closet and pulled out a few garments, before grabbing him by the arm, and leading him to the door. "I have these just in case the impossible happens, and one of my clients isn't satisfied, and wants to leave incognito." She quickly threw the coat over his shoulders, and shoved the hat on his head, before shoving him out the door, and locking it behind her.

As he looked in the reflection of the store window, Eugene noticed he was wearing a purple paisley pea coat, with a high collar, and matching cloche hat, with a brown ribbon around the small brim tied in a bow. He looked around nervously, and was thankful to notice he was alone on the street. He quickly slipped his arms through the sleeves, and then fastened the coat, doing his best to hide his face behind the collar.

As he rushed home, he prayed no one would take any notice of him. It seemed like eternity before he saw his front porch off in the distance. The final leg of the journey was done in a sprint, as he  ran through his front door, and slamming it behind him, falling back into it. He opened his eyes to see his mother, father, and sister sitting on the sofa, dressed and ready.

"Jeanie! Is that you?" his sister exclaimed. Jeanie was a pet name, only his sister used. He'd hated it, but she'd done it all his life. There was no stopping her.

"Hi Mary Anne."

"Nice coat."

He suddenly remembered what he was wearing. "I...uh..." was all he could manage, while his mother stared angrily, and his father laughed hysterically.  He quickly ripped off the coat and hat, throwing both on the ground. Unfortunately for him, as trustworthy as the moon, his hair sprung back into it's near perfect bouffant shape.

"What happened to you?" his father asked with his belly jiggling like Santa as he chuckled.

Eugene told them the whole story right up until the moment he walked in the door, while his father kept laughing harder and harder.

His father said, "Well your mothers going to be mad at you for a long while buddy. I feel sorry for you. Just imagine her face after she has to reschedule the photographer." His dad then again burst into outright laughter.

"Enough!" his mother yelled, as she finally burst out. "I had to book him two months in advance. Imagine how long it's going to be till his next opening. Hell, it took me 3 hours to get you to but on a tie, instead of that stained t-shirt. We're only together for a short time, and by god, I'm going to have a picture of a nice, well dressed, happy family!"

The family had only seen Mrs. Wilson so angry, only a few times before, and they knew when she was, it meant business.  After she composed herself, she turned to Mary Anne, and said, "Dear, take Jeanie upstairs to your room, and find him something to nice to wear for the picture. Oh, and I think he's old enough for a little makeup."

Everyone sat quietly for a second, not knowing what to make of the turn of events. Mrs. Wilson turned to Eugene, and sweetly said, honey, please go upstairs with your sister." Her usual demure smile, had returned to her face, but the rage in her eyes was evident.

"Listen to your mother. Go with your sister." Mr Wilson said, no longer guffawing uncontrollably. The siblings quickly ran up the stairs, no longer taking any time to access the situation.

In Mary Anne's room, Eugene sat on the bed while his sister dug through her closets, and pulled out all of her Sunday best, and setting it next to him. Once she'd emptied the corner of her closet, she held up several outfits against him before making her selection. With the dress hung up on the door, she had sent her brother to the bathroom with a new pair of underwear, and told him to return wearing them. After he returned she selected one of her old bras, and fastened it around his chest and then stuffed the cups with several pairs of pantyhose. She then directed him into the necessary foundation garments for the dress. He thought the petticoat was alright, but the girdle was squeezing him to his limit. She then had him step into a simple gray sheath, with a black belted waist, and zipped him in tightly.

She sat him at her vanity and started painting his face. While she was working on his eyes, she said, "You sure have a knack for getting in trouble."

"What would little miss goody two shoes know about trouble?" he replied.

"I've learned a thing or two while I was at school. Now shut up. I have to do your lips." After she meticulously lined his mouth, she painted in the space with a bright red lipstick, then he finally got a chance to see himself in the mirror. The makeup wasn't overdone, and appropriate for a girl of his age, but Mary Anne expertly applied the eyeliner, and blush in such a way, to radically feminize his young boyish features.

"I'm pretty." he said stunned.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself. You still need to accessorize."

She placed a single strand pearl necklace around his neck, and clipped matching pearl studs to his ears. Afterwards she helped him into a simple black cardigan, and stood back to absorb the whole picture. "Somethings missing." she thought out loud. "I know!"

She dug through her drawers, and found a small black bow, and pinned it high on the side of his bouffant. After she had him step into a pair of simple black low heeled court shoes, the two walked back downstairs, to find their parents sitting on the sofa, and the photographer, having finally arrived, setting up his equipment in front of the fireplace.

He kept quiet the entire time the photographer was there, just following his directions blindly. He did his best to hold the feminine poses he kept placing him in as he stood next to his parents sitting in their chairs smiling. After one torturous hour, the photographer thought he'd had enough to work with, and just as the family began to disperse, he offered a free picture of the girls. "I think you guys would enjoy just a picture of your two beautiful daughters. Something to sit on the night stand, you know?"

Twenty more minutes of posing, and letting his mother preen him, and he was done. The photographer packed up, and left, and made his way out the door. Eugene started to unbutton his sweater, when his mom said, "What are you doing? We're going to have a nice family dinner, and listen to the radio afterwards."

"Do we have to?" he whined. Her glare needed to words to be a sufficient reply.

After an unbelievably awkward meal, they listened to music while chatting sparingly about current events. Around nine o'clock Mr. and Mrs. Wilson decided it was time for bed, and wished their children goodnight. As she gave him a hug, Eugene's mother whispered in his ear, "I hope you've learned your lesson."

He wasn't sure what lesson he'd learned, if any, but he hugged her tightly agreed. Once they were gone, Mary Anne said, "Come upstairs, and I'll help you out of those clothes." Seeing no need to dawdle, he jumped out of his seat, and eagerly followed.

Once the dress, and jewelry was off, he sat at her vanity in his undergarments, while she tried to think of anything to do with his hair, that wasn't so girlish. She grabbed her brush, and just dove in, hoping to figure it out as she went. It wasn't a minute past, the first stroke, and he was out cold.

To be continued...
A boy with a peculiar reaction to women touching his hair, winds up with a new do.

I think I could do an entire series with a character like Eugene. A boy who falls asleep, when women touch his hair. How many weird situations could he find himself in? I was going to finish a few other things first, but this came to me earlier in the week, and I just had to get it out. Part 2 will be out soon.
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All five girls slept soundly in the king size bed as the sun rose. Tucked under the pink sheets was Beth and Brittany on one side of the bed, and Haley and Kelly on the other side. Their new baby Trixie was safely placed in between them.

Trixie had a little trouble falling asleep. She kept trying to get out of bed, but her arms were tied to her side, her feet were covered in thick pink slippers, and the comforter was tightly pulled over her. But eventually, she gave up and finally fell asleep.

Once the first girl woke up, she shook everyone else awake, except for the drowsy Trixie.

"No what do we do?" asked Haley.

"I don't know." said Beth. "She'll be hungry, I know that. We should be prepared to feed her."

"Ya" said Brittany. "And she can't stay in her pajamas. She's going to needs some real clothes."

"What do you think if we move her past the baby stage and move her up to a big girl?"

"I like it!" cheered Beth.

"Me too!" said Haley.

"What did you have in mind Kelly?" asked Brittany.

"Well first of all," she said, looking over Trixie. "I don't like her hair. It's too flat. Too boyish. It needs volume. I'm thinking curlers!"

"Great idea!" Beth left the room to ask her mom if she could borrow her curlers.

"Sure Beth. Is Trixie going to the hair salon?"

"Sort of. We're giving her a big girl makeover, but her hair is boring, so we're fixing it!"

"Well, I can't wait to see how she looks when you're done. Be sure to show her to me when you're finished! Here you go sweetie." she handed Beth her pink curlers."

"Thanks mom!"

Beth got back to the bedroom to find her friends hard at work.

"We decided it would be easiest to work if she was asleep. So we put some earplugs in her ears."

The baby bonnet and slippers were off, and they had already begun to give Trixie a pedicure. First they applied an undercoat for a clean shine. Then they put on hot pink nail polish. And finally, another clear coat to really make it sparkle. Then they did the same for her hand nails. Beth put the curlers in her hair and started getting a big girl outfit ready. She got a light green top, a mini denim skirt, pink panties, a push up bra, and pink flip flops. She laid it all out on the edge of the bed, ready to be put on.

"Ok! Are we ready to wake her up and finish getting her ready?" asked Beth.

"I think so!" said Brittany. "Lets do it!"

They took out the earplugs and brought her back over to the chair. Two girls grabbed a leg each, while a third carried Trixie's upper half. The fourth girl grabbed two pink fuzzy hand cuffs from the main dresser and set them next to the clothes. They then re-tied Trixie's ankles to the front two chair legs. Kelly took off the night gown, and Haley used make up remover to get the makeup off of Trixie's face. She was just starting to wakeup, and started to squirm again when she realized what was happening.

"She's going to make noise when we take out her pacifier."

"Its ok" said Beth. "Go ahead and take it out." the girls removed the pacifier, and Beth quickly glued Trixie's lips together before she was able to make a sound.

"I don't like that lipstick color. Do you?" Haley asked

"No" said Kelly. "It was good for a baby, but now I think she needs a sparkly light pink!"

Kelly applied the light pink lip gloss to Trixie's lips.

"Now" said Beth "Lets put some proper makeup on her!"

The took off the fake eye lashes and used some black mascara instead. Then they applied foundation, a very light pink blush, and eyeliner.

"She's starting to look a little more presentable! Don't you think ladies?" Beth asked.

"Except for the diaper." said Kelly.

"Ya" said Brittany. "Her make ups done. Lets get her dressed!"

Haley and Kelly each grabbed one of Trixie's arms and held them behind her back. Brittany untied the ankle braces, and Beth got the panties. Brittany then removes the diaper from Trixie and sniffs it.

"Good baby! No pee pee!"

"Now Trixie." asked Beth. "These are big girl panties." she said, holding up the frilly pink lingerie. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Trixie squirmed some more, and the eyes behind the makeup begged for attention.

"I'll take that as a yes!" she exclaimed.

Brittany lifted up Trixie's legs one at a time and let Beth place the panties around her ankles.

"You ready Trixie? It feels really good."

Beth slowly pulled the panties up Trixie's legs and up into her crotch. Winking at her when she snapped them into place around her waist. She grabbed the push up bra and, with Haley and Kelly's help, slipped Trixie's arms through the straps. She hooked the bra and adjusted the cups. Trixie now had two little perky A cup breasts.

"So cute!" said Brittany.

"But no girl should be seen in her underwear." Beth said as Trixie shivered.

"Are you cold darling? I'm sorry. Lets hurry and get her dressed."

The girls forced Trixie to step into skirt that was lying on the floor, and when she did, they pulled it up to her waist. After the skirt was secured, the girls forced Trixie's arms through the armholes of the green top and pulled it down over her. Trixie continued to make muffled noises.

"I'm hungry!" said Haley.

"Me too." agreed Kelly.

"Lets go get some breakfast" said Beth. "Trixie's curlers need a little more time to finish."

They used a set of the fuzzy pink handcuffs and attached Trixie to the bed while they went to eat breakfast. Trixie tried to get out of it, but they were strong handcuffs, and they weren't budging.

When the girls got back from breakfast, they all got themselves ready to go. Putting on makeup and doing their hair. When they were ready to go, they took the curlers out of Trixie's hair, which now had more volume due to the many fluffy curls. Then they slipped her into her pink flip flops.


"I love it!"

Beth put the handcuffs in her purse and walked Trixie down stairs to show their mom.

"Oh Trixie!" their mother exclaimed. "You look simply wonderful! I love your hair! And what a cute outfit!"

"Tell me Trixie." she continued, putting her hands on her knees and leaning towards her. "Do you enjoy being a girl? Do you wish to remain pretty? Because I'm more than ok with that. You can stay a beautiful girl if you want."

Trixie just looked down at the ground silently.

"I'll take that as a yes!" their mother looked very pleased. "Beth, why don't you take her to the park? I'm sure she'd have fun there. She might even make a few new friends!"

"Good idea mom! Lets go guys!"

The girls took Trixie out to the garage and sat her inside the wagon, and handcuffed each arm to the sides. Then they rolled her over to the playground, where many cute boys were playing.
Trixie gets a makeover from her sister and friends.
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~Ring ring! Ring ring!~

Sonic groaned as he sat up on the couch, the loud ringing of his telephone waking him from his afternoon nap. Didn't people realise that saving the world was hard work? He thought he deserved a little relaxation after all these years!

Sighing, the Blue Blur leaned over and picked up the receiver, holding it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked irritably, rubbing at his eyes.

"Hello there, blue boy."

Sonic nearly dropped the phone, snapped out of his grogginess by Rouge's voice. It had been two months since the little "incident" at Rouge's home, and it didn't seem like Rouge had spoken about it... but at every opportunity she made a small, seemingly-innocent comment that let Sonic know she remembered it. Such as offering to take him lingerie shopping with her and Amy, or asking if he wanted to try on her new high heels.

"What do you want, Rouge?" Sonic asked coldly, electing a giggle from the treasure huntress.

"Oh, Sonic, is that anyway to talk to an old friend? My mother always did say when you lend someone your outfit, you're friends for life!" she laughed. Sonic sighed and pinched between his eyes.


"Oh, fine." she giggled, Sonic almost able to hear her rolling her eyes. "I need to ask a favour. An act at my club got canceled, so I need someone to fill in."

"Not interested." Sonic stated almost immediately, preparing to slam the phone down.

"Oh, I think you should be! Considering the footage I have of you..."

The colour drained from the hedgehog's cheeks. "F... f... footage?"

"Why yes, darling! What, did you think a jewel collector like myself WOULDN'T have some sort of security camera?"

Sonic went silent, so Rouge continued. "Oh, and the pictures I printed off with it. You relaxing in a bubble bath, you checking out yourself in the mirror, you at my vanity... and of course, the completely made over you striking a sexy pose! Why, if anyone say these pictures I doubt ANYONE would believe you had been forced into it!"

Sonic found himself swallowing hard as he realised the predicament he was in. Letting out another sigh, he hung his head in defeat.

"I'll be right over."

Thirty seconds later (slow for Sonic, Rouge noted) there was a knock at Rouge's door. Answering it, she grinned at Sonic's glum expression.

"Sonic, darling, so glad you could make it! Come in, come in!" she giggled, standing aside and letting him in. Stepping inside, he grimaced as he noticed the pictures she had been threatening him with on her table, proving it wasn't a bluff. The white bat giggled and sashayed over to the table, picking them up.

"Don't you look sexy in them, Sonic? I especially love this one!" she grinned, holding up a pic of Sonic, fully dressed in her clothes, with one hand on his head, one hand on his hip, and a sexy smile on his face.

"What do you want from me, Rouge?" Sonic demanded with a sigh, cutting straight to the chase. Rouge pouted as she slipped the photos into a brown envelope.

"You're no fun... anyway, as I mentioned, I need you to fill in for an act tonight at Club Rouge."

"Doing WHAT?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Singing." she stated plainly. "Just singing."

Sonic raised an eyebrow. "I... uh... oh. That doesn't actually sound so bad."

Rouge's pink lips spread into a grin, showing her fangs. "So you'll do it?"

"Sure, I guess. I'll do it!" Sonic smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Wonderful!" Rouge giggled happily. She stepped forward, planting a kiss on Sonic's cheek... followed by a rag pressed over his nose and mouth.

"Mmph!? Mmoumph...!!" Sonic cried, as he inhaled the chemicals it was soaked in and slowly dozed off.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sometime later, Sonic's eyes slowly opened. The last thing he remembered was Rouge pressing a rag to his face, and then darkness. What was wrong with that woman? He already said yes, she didn't need to drug him...

An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he looked around. He seemed to be lying on a bed, in a pretty plain looking room. There was a door, a bedside cabinet, a closet and a vanity table, the mirror of which was heart-shaped and decorated with lights. This seemed a little plain to be Rouge's bedroom... where was he, he thought to himself as he sat up...

...and immediately felt weight on his chest. A VERY FAMILIAR weight on his chest. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Sonic slowly looked down at himself, and his fears were confirmed.

Immediately, the blue blur jumped off the bed, and stumbled almost immediately from the shoes on his feet. He caught himself on the edge of the vanity table, looking at himself in the mirror. And screamed.

The first thing that caught his attention: breasts. Once again, a pair of huge false boobs had been adhered to his chest. All the atrocious memories of his encounter in Rouge's home came rushing back to him as he stared at them, and that caused him to notice two major things: one, that these falsies were not covered in any form of bronzer or makeup or anything. Instead, their shiny, obvious fake colour was revealed, contrasting with his own furless chest. If anyone saw them, it would be obvious they were fake. And two, they were bigger than the ones Rouge's machine forced onto him. MUCH bigger.

However, that was only the tip of the iceberg. His regular gloves and shoes were gone; instead, his arms were coated in white silk up past his elbows, the opera gloves very nearly reaching his shoulders, with tight gold bracelets around his wrists that reminded him of a certain pink hedgehog. Instead of his usual sneakers, his feet were adorned by a pair of hot pink pumps with pointed toes and tall stiletto heels. Climbing up his legs from the shoes were a pair of similarly hot pink fishnet stockings which stood out against his bright blue fur.

And that led to the next part of the nightmarish ensemble; he was wearing a dress. At least last time he was wearing pants due to Rouge's jumpsuit, but this time he was garbed in a tight strapless minidress (hot pink, naturally) that he could barely move his legs in. The skirt was so short that the tops of his stockings were visible, and the bodice, rather than completely covering his false bust line, cupped it and pushed it up, making them seem even bigger.

That was just his clothing. In the mirror, he saw his eyelids had been painted the same pink as he rest of his outfit, giving them a feminine shine, and long black eyelashes extended out from them. His ears had been pierced, and a pair of golden hoop earrings inserted into the holes. Finally, around his neck was a choker that was as bright and pink as the rest of the outfit, with glittery silver sequins that spelled out the word "Sonique" in a cursive font. She had left his quills alone this time, but Sonic wasn't certain if he should be thankful for that; between his spiky quills, blue fur and obviously fake boobs, it was painfully clear to anyone who he really was.

"Well, well..." the sultry tone of a certain bat came from the doorway, attracted by Sonic's scream. "It seems someone discovered her new look..."

"Rouge!" the pink-clad hedgehog yelled. "What have you done to me!?"

"Why, I simply got you ready for your big debut tonight, darling! You DID say you would fill in at my club..."

"Yeah, as a singer! You never said anything about... about THIS!"

Rouge smirked and strutted over, her hands on her hips. "Oh, darling, don't you get it? The act I needed filled..." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "...was the drag act."

Sonic's eyes went wide and his mouth hung open. So that was why she went to all the trouble to make him so stomach-wrenchingly feminine, but made sure he was just masculine enough to be recognized. Rouge immediately burst into laughter.

"Oh, Sonique, darling, you had better not let the boys see you with your mouth like that! They might get the wrong idea!"

'Sonique' clamped his mouth shut and let a low growl emanate from his through. "My name is Sonic, and you damn well know it!" he yelled, stamping his foot in anger. Unfortunately, his high heeled shoes just resulted into a loud click against the floor and made his false breasts bounce, taking away any intimidation the motion might have had and just made him look like a spoilt primadonna.

"Uh huh, whatever, hun." Rouge smirked, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, you're on stage in two minutes."

"Two minutes?" Sonic scoffed. "Well, shot yourself in the foot there. How do you expect me to learn any lyrics or anything in two minutes?"

Rouge just grinned devilishly. "Oh, don't worry about that... being a secret agent has it's perks..." she chuckled and ran a finger over his choker. "Like all the advanced tech you can steal if you're careful. Now..."

She whipped out a small remote and pressed a button on it, causing Sonic to suddenly stand up straight. He tried to demand what she was doing, but his mouth refused to move. Rouge grinned as she draped a white feather boa around Sonic's shoulders.

"...time for your big debut!" she laughed, as Sonic began walking out of the room against his will. Whereas beforehand he could barely stand in the stilettos on his feet, he suddenly found himself walking in them without a problem. He tried to scream for help, but whatever Rouge  done to him made him unable to even speak to the stagehands he passed, a couple of them predictably chuckling at the sight of him.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen..." he heard Rouge's voice announce over the speakers, as one of the stagehands handed him a microphone, same hot pink as his outfit. "...please put your hands together and welcome on-stage: Miss Sonique Le Herrison!"

Sonic tried desperately to will his legs to move as the curtain raised, but again they remained still as his face formed a wide smile. Finally his legs began to move, but instead of fleeing as he had hoped he instead began to walk forward, his heels clicking on the stage and his hips swaying with every step. The entire crowd was silent as they took in the image of Sonic the Hedgehog, dressed in something that even Amy and Rouge were too butch to be seen in.

The silence didn't last, as familiar music began to play from the speakers, and Sonic raised his microphone up to his lips.

"Ah, ah, fire, fire..." he sang softly as he leaned forward slightly, almost as if trying to show off his faux bust. His free hand began to run down his hip, as he cocked it out seductively. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..."

Seeing that he was being serious now, the crowd immediately reacted with a combination of laughing, applauding, cheering, jeering and whistling. A few of them got their phones and cameras out to record his performance. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..." he continued to sign, as he began to strut across the stage. That's right, strut, his hips swaying and his butt wiggling despite his mental commands. "Ah, ah, fire, fire..."

He stopped, but that was only because he had reached one of the speakers on-stage. He placed one hand on it's flat surface as he leaned across it, his upper arms pushing his breast forms together and enhancing his unwanted cleavage, as he bent one knee and raised a high heeled leg, thrusting his butt out at the same. "Naaa, na naaa, na naa..."

By this point, the entire crowd was going wild, clearly loving what he was doing but for very different reasons. He straightened up and continued to sing and dance on the stage.

"I got out my map and chose a place I wanted to go to..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~Ding dong!~

"Tails, can you get that?" Sonic called from upstairs.

"Sure..." Tails chuckled as he got up off the couch to answer the door. A quick exchange of signature for parcel, and Tails took the box upstairs. He grinned as he knocked on Sonic's door, awaiting an answer. He never got tired of what he saw every time the door opened, as Sonic peered out.

He was wearing makeup. He was wearing perfume. He was wearing high heels.

"Thanks, Tails..." Sonic said with a forced smile as he led Tails into his room. He slowly walked across the hot pink shag carpeting, taking a seat on his purple silk bedsheets and crossing his legs.

"Do you want me to open it for you, Sonique?" his 'little bro' chuckled as he sat the parcel on Sonic's vanity table.

"Please, darling." Sonic said, struggling not to flinch. "I just did my nails."

The twin-tailed fox shook his head, laughing as he opened the parcel. Sonic sighed quietly. After the show, Rouge had delivered to Sonic an ultimatum; either he met her three demands, or she would shift the nanobots she used to control his body into overdrive, essentially making him "Miss Sonique" permanently. Her demands were "simple".

1. He would need to live as Sonique for 4 weeks. He would need to wear women's clothing, make up, high heels, look the part, act the part, and overall LIVE the part, as the hot pink wall paper of his ultra-feminized room could attest.

"Whoa..." Tails gasped as he pulled out the sheer pink lingerie in the box. His cheeks went red and he quickly stuffed it back in as Sonic rolled his eyes. Which brought him to demand numero deux.

2. During these 4 weeks, he had to order at least 1 full outfit per day. Apparently she had hacked his account and knew how much money he had in his life savings, and so she gave him no financial support for this demand, even threatening to freeze his account if she caught him spending it on anything else.

"Thanks, Tails sweetie..." Sonic said in as chipper a tone as he could manage, as he approached his vulpine companion and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"No problem, Sonic..." Tails said with a blush as he hurried out. Now alone, Sonic sighed and buried his head in his nicely manicured hands as he remembered her final, and by far the worst demand.

3. Twice a month, Sonic would perform at Club Rouge as Miss Sonique. By his own free will. And he had to wow the audience; if he half-assed it, it was as good as not doing it at all.

~~Ring ring! Ring ring!~~

Great. Just what he needed. He gave a resigned sigh as he picked up his phone, already knowing who it was. "Hello?"

"Sonique, darling!" Rouge giggled on the other end. Sonic grimaced, but tried to stay in character.

"Hey there, Rouge honey!" he greeted. "How can I help you?"

"Oh, just giving you a ring to see how you're... adjusting." Sonic could practically hear the smirk she was making.

"I'm adjusting just..." He swallowed nervously before continuing. "...just FABULOUSLY, darling!" he finally managed.

"Good, good..." she chuckled evilly. "Oh well, I won't keep you. Oh! And just some helpful advice? Make sure you practice your routine. My nanobots won't be helping you this time, so you'd better get used to dancing in high heels and tight dresses quickly. Toodles..."

There was a click followed by the dial tone, and Sonic rubbed his temples with his pretty fingers. He felt like crying. He was trapped.

With nothing else to do, he reluctantly rose to his high heeled feet and began to sway his body, trying to get a feel as to how his weight shifted on stilettos.

"Tap the rhythm against the floor... to look for another door..." he sang. Looks like he wasn't going to get to relax after all.


After the humiliating incident at Rouge's house, Sonic receives a phone call from the white bat for help at her club. Unfortunately for the blue blur, he has no idea what she has planned for him.

Here it is, the sequel to Sonic's New Look. And you know what that means; I can finally stop saying I'll do it and then never get around to it! :D

For those interested, here's the song that "Sonique" sings for his performance:…

Please check out the New Look Series TV Tropes page:…

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   A Little too Curious

   My name is James and I am 12 years old with longish blonde hair and blue eyes I live with my Mum and Dad plus my two sisters Michelle who is 18 years old and Alice who is 15 years old. We often moved a lot and when we did we mainly moved to little country towns. This resulted in us having to make our own fun as there wasn't a lot of other kids around to play with. Well one day my parents needed to go to the next town over and this left me and my sisters with the house to ourselves as my parents wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Well my parents left leaving me and my sisters to our own devices and pretty soon they left to get some food for dinner. The shops were across town and my sisters decided to walk this gave me about an hour to my self. Normally I would spend this time playing video games or playing ball outside but today was different on my way to my room i passed Alice's room and sitting on her bed was what looked like a mix of pink and white candy floss, but upon closer inspection it was actually a dress.I remember seeing it once when Alice was a flower girl at a wedding a few years ago.

   The dress itself was very girly it was pink with little white flowers all over it, a peter pan collar and very puffy sleeves it also had a sewn in petticoat with a zipper and a sash which tied into a big bow at the back. I just couldn't take my eyes off it, It was like it was screaming at me to look to touch. I ran to the kitchen to look at the clock good I thought I still had about 45 minutes I could easily try it on and get it off before my sisters came home. I dashed back to my sisters room and stripped down to nothing but my undies. I lifted the dress up and held it against my body it felt wonderful I couldn't believe it the soft material and all the frills against my body felt wonderful. I opened the dress up and stepped inside as I pulled the dress up I slipped my arms into the sleeves and reached around back to pull up the zipper. When the zipper was finally all the way up I then started to work on tying the sash into a bow at the back this was pretty difficult but I finally got something like a bow tied back there. Now for the moment of truth I slowly walked to my sisters wall mirror enjoying the new feeling of the dress and petticoat swishing across my legs when I got to the mirror my cheeks must have turned very red because except for my hair which was a little messy and the fact I was not wearing any shoes I looked a lot like a girl in a frilly dress. I must of spent ages looking in the mirror totally transfixed on the image before me. I started doing little poses and curtseys that I have seen my sisters do a few times then I decided to go for a twirl and that's when it happened my sisters fell from the doorway to the floor in fits of laughter. This gave me a such a shock i tripped and fell to the floor this just made my sisters laugh even harder as i tried to stand up again in the pink and white froth.

   My sisters finally recovered and Alice said "my my my who are you little girl and why are you wearing my dress"

   I was in mix state of fear and embarrassment and all I could get out was a lot of mumbles

   Michelle still giggling said "why Alice I think that's James"

   "What" said Alice in an obviously sarcastic voice "but James is a boy he would never wear a dress"

   "Don't be silly Alice" said Michelle now starting to regain her composure "everybody has the right to be pretty." "But I think he still needs a bit of work don't you Alice?"

   Alice suddenly got an even bigger smile on her face as she realized what Michelle was hinting at. Her eyes then darted at me and began to examine me up and down with Michelle doing the same. They then started to whisper amongst themselves and then Alice ran out the room. I could hear her footsteps down at the end of the hall and in no time flat she was back carrying a couple of boxes.

   "They're in here somewhere" said Alice as she started to toss things from the box left and right.

   I was still trapped in my own thought process as my brain was becoming backlogged from the millions of thoughts that were racing through my mind.

   "Aha here they are" said Alice as if she had discovered gold "Here" she said as she gave what looked to be like white long socks to Michelle.

   "Come here" Michelle said to me as she guided me towards Alice's bed "Sit down princess"

   I didn't even really here what she was saying my body just reacted by its self. She then started to put the tights on each leg.

   "Hey" said Michelle in a fake angry tone "your still wearing boys underwear. Alice go get the matching panties for this dress"

   Alice rushed to her draw and then tossed the panties to Michelle.

   "Here you go princess try these on they will make you feel a hundred times prettier compared to that boys underwear" said Michelle stretching out the panties between her hands.

   They were pink with a bow on the front and rows of frilly lace on the back. My body just took over again and before I knew it my boys underwear was replaced with the frilly panties. Michelle then proceeded to put the tights on me again. When that was done Alice then gave Michelle some white socks with frills on the top and some pink mary jane shoes. By the time that was all done and I got to look in the mirror again the little girl was certainly starting to appear.

   "Not bad" said Alice standing back to look me over again "but look at her hair it's all over the place"

   "I agree" said Michelle as she was running her hand through my hair "and I know the perfect style for her"

   Michelle then led me over to a chair in front of Alice's vanity table

   "Okay Princess keep your head nice and level so it's easy to work with" said Michelle as she started to brush my hair

   "Wait wait wait" said Alice as she quickly threw a sheet over her mirror "we don't want princess to see until it's complete"

   "Good idea" said Michelle as she continued to mercilessly untangle the knots in my hair

   To my great relief she eventually stopped brushing and started to use the comb and scissors to make my hair nice and even around the edges. She eventually got to my fringe which after the combing had gotten quite long well past my eyes and almost touching my mouth. Michelle just cut the hair so it was just touching the top of my eye line. I didn't need a mirror to know how I looked at this point and I started to think of how I was going to explain my new haircut to mum. I couldn't see what else they were doing but my sisters would break out in giggles every now an then. Over the next hour my hair was tugged, pulled, twisted and sprayed in every which way and then finally my sisters declared they were finished.

   "Alice if you would do the honers" said Michelle pointing towards the mirror.

   "Most certainly" said Alice in a bad game show announcer find of way "3-2-1 ta duh"

   I must of turned 10 shades of red because staring back at me was a little girl with spirals of curls seemingly coming from everywhere and atop her head a pink bow that just seemed to make her even more girly. I reached up and pulled one of the curls and it just shot straight back to its original position. This just made my sisters break into uncontrollable laughter. When they calmed down they led me to the wall mirror for the full effect and I must say I looked more like a 7 year old little girl then a 12 year old boy.

   "Come on princess let's go get something to eat and drink we've been in here for hours" said Michelle leading me to the door.

   I managed to stop just before the door giving Michelle a scared look.

   "Don't worry princess it's just us here" said Michelle as if reading my mind. "No one else is gonna see you"

   Not see me I thought I felt like I could be seen two galaxy's over. They eventually convinced me to leave the safety of the room and we went to the kitchen to have some apple juice and a sandwich. My sisters then explained that they had called a cab to come back home from the shops and that when they got home they came across me in the dress I was in such a daze that I didn't even hear them open the front door.

   After we finished eating my sisters suggested we go play in the backyard I was against this but Michelle said it's either the backyard or front yard your call. As if it was a choice I thought and so we went out to play in the backyard I went for the swings and my sisters took turns pushing me Michelle once pushed me a little too hard causing my dress to fly up revealing my panties which Alice rather loudly pointed out. We played a little more outside with games like hopscotch and hide and seek which I thought was a little unfair I mean it was really hard to hide anywhere dressed as how I was. We spent the rest of the day playing other games inside and out with Alice a few times pretending to lock me outside which scared me a little bit. All in all though I had a wonderful day and by the end of it I was having genuine fun. We had dinner and then retreated to the lounge room where we watched a movie.

   By this time it was getting to be pretty late and I was particularly tired and eventually drifted off to sleep. I awoke to an all to familiar sound of my sisters giggling. I opened my eyes and I was still on the couch were I fell asleep and there were my sisters with another person. rubbed my eyes for a better view and it was Mum!!!

   "Morning princess" Mum said trying to suppress a giggle "your sisters tell me you had quite the day yesterday well that was nothing compared to what we're going to do today"

   "Mum what are you doing here" I said in a slightly panicky voice

   "What we can't come back to our own house" said Mum while scanning my entire body as if looking for gold "Well before I tell you don't you think that you should take care of that" she said pointing to my waist

   "Take care of what" I thought as I looked down to were she was pointing and that's when it hit me I was still wearing a dress and what's worse is that while I slept the dress rode up around my waist revealing my frilly panties. Well this certainly sprang me up from the couch as I quickly tried my best to smooth the dress back to a presentable position. My sisters all the while couldn't stop laughing even my Mum let out a few giggles.

   "Here let me help you princess" said Mum as she started circling me fluffing out the dress and petticoat and retying the bow at the back "There you go princess pretty as a picture. Now maybe we can make sense of all this"

   Well I started to explain what had happened the previous day and all the events that took place while my sisters made sure to mention the more embarrassing moments. To my Mums credit she listened to everything while sometimes breaking into little giggles. When Mum was finally brought up to date with the story she broke into a very large smile. The thing you have to understand about my family is that they are very fun loving they will go out of their way to make sure that they are not bored. I could now see this in my Mum's eyes it was like she was processing billions of thoughts and ideas on how to make this situation more entertaining. Then something clicked and she snapped back to reality but before she could say something we were interrupted

   "Well what's going on here" came a voice from the lounge room door.

   We all turned our heads to look and standing in the doorway was Dad with a quizzical look on his face, no doubt trying to figure out why there were 4 girls standing in his lounge room.

   "Why it's just me and our daughters silly" said Mum reacting quickly to the new situation "don't you recognize us"

   I could see my Dad's eyes scanning each person in the room slowly ticking off each person he knew. He recognized my Mum and sisters but then his eyes stopped at me he looked for a long time and then it clicked I was James his son.

   "Of course" said Dad finally getting in on the joke "How could I be so blind"

   "Well I'm glad your brain finally caught up with your eyes" said Mum giving Dad a little wink "We were just discussing the possibility of going out for something to eat"

   This comment certainly got my attention along with my sisters.

   "What a great idea" said Dad now really starting to get into the spirit of things "I'll go pull the car around and you girls make sure your all ready to go out"

   My sisters practically flew to their rooms in order to get ready to go out why Mum stayed behind to explain why they were back so early. Apparently instead of staying overnight at the motel Dad drove back through the night in order to come back home and make sure we were okay. My parents were always kind of worrywarts despite their fun loving nature.

   "Now I know you must be scared dear but don't worry I can assure you that no one will will be able to tell that you are a boy" said Mum bursting into a small giggle "Oh I'm sorry dear I was just thinking that when I first saw you that one of your sisters had kidnapped a little girl from somewhere, I didn't even know it was you until your sisters told me. In other words if I can't tell your my own son I don't think we have to worry about other people figuring out your a boy"

   This strangely made me feel a little bit more confident. I still had my doubts but I could see in my Mum's eyes that this was happening one way or the other so I may as well play along

   "But before we go out dear your going to need a name" said Mum now really starting to see the potential fun she could have with this" We were going to call you Mary if you had been a girl and as it turns out you are so it will be Mary from now on okay Mary

   I just dumbly nodded my head as my brain was still to busy processing all that had happened up to this point. My sisters then returned and Mum announced my new name to them this brought a very big smile to both of their faces.

   "Come on then Mary let's get you to the car" said Michelle putting a lot of emphasis on the word Mary

   Alice quickly came next to me and took my hand. She then started leading me towards the front door. Michelle then swept around to the front in order to open the front door. I was then blasted by a cool breeze that hit my rather exposed legs. This was a new sensation for me because I've pretty much worn pants my entire life.This sensation was short lived as Alice tugged me from the safety of our home to the not so safe front yard. my eyes quickly darted left and right trying to see if anybody was out and about, luckily for me there was no one around but I still ran as fast as I could for our car in the driveway. My Dad couldn't help but laugh as I practically dived into the back seat, my sisters quickly followed making sure that I had a window seat. The seat belt came next and with the petticoat blocking my view I couldn't even see where the belt buckled in Alice had to help me, at this point I felt a bit trapped because I didn't think I could unbuckle myself without help. Soon Mum was out the door and in the car and we were off, now our car rides are rarely quiet as we normally play eye spy and this time it was no different Michelle started off with eye spy with my little eye something beginning with F. This caused everyone to look around for things that begin with F, now we have a rule for playing eye spy and that is the object must always be present, no yellow letterbox that we passed a half mile ago. It didn't take long before Mum yelled out flowers, which made me automatically shout out our rule that the object must always be present.

   "But they are present Mary they're all over your dress" said Mum pointing to the flower pattern that covered most of my dress.

   This got a good laugh from everyone and made me turn about ten shades redder then I already was. The worst part was that is what Michelle was thinking. which made everyone laugh even harder. The game continued for a while longer with about every second object being about something on my outfit.

   We eventually arrived at our destination which was just a little fish and chip shop in our town. Mercifully only my Dad went in to get some food we could eat. It didn't take long and soon we were off again, it was a short trip this time and when we stopped I looked out the window and noticed we were at the park. To say I was a little nervous about this would be the under statement of the year, But I figured I was going out there one way or the other so I may as well go. However my worst fears were confirmed when I couldn't undo the seat belt by myself Alice noticed my predicament and came to help out.

   "Don't worry Mary one day you'll be older enough to do this your self" said Alice in a playfully mocking tone.

   I didn't say anything because I was busy turning another 10 shades of red. I was finally released and joined the others who were setting under a couple of trees. I was glad for some cover at least and the park was mostly empty except from the odd jogger or couple walking through the park. My shelter was short lived however because as soon as we finished eating my sisters insisted we go play on the playground. They made sure that I played on every piece of playground equipment, the most embarrassing being the little hoarse on a spring that goes back and forward when you ride on it. This was made even more embarrassing when an older couple came past and gave me a little wave and a smile. Eventually it was time to leave after what seemed to be a lifetime or two. We all bundled into the car and I again needed help with my seat belt, which Alice was all too happy to help with.

   Dad seemed to take the very long way home as if he was trying to parade me around the entire town. Well the events of the day had taken their toll on me and I was soon drifting off to sleep. I awoke alone still inside the car I looked around out the window and noticed we were home at least I opened the door and went to get out but I was still buckled in and the belt pulled me back to my original position. I had no other options so I had to try to get the belt of myself, well half an hour and many failed attempts latter I finally managed to get the damn thing off. From there I got out the car a made a quick dash for the door only to find that is was locked, felling exposed as I was I started to knock on the door quite loud and quite fast.

   "Who is it" came a voice that I recognized as Mums

   "It's me James open up" I said in a very panicky voice

   "James? I don't know a James" said Mum in what had to be the most sarcastic tone ever

   I instantly realized what she wanted me to say so I took a deep breath and said "It's me Mary please open the door"

   "Ah Mary are you awake at last well come on in" said Mum keeping up the sarcastic tone

   The door magically opened and I rushed inside much to the amusement of everyone who was listening in on our conversation. The rest of the day passed with the occasional teasing at my expense,until it was time for tea. We had tea at the kitchen table and then watched a little T.V. After that it was time for bed and I was finally released from the dress and slipped into some good old fashion pj's everyone came and said goodnight and said what a good sport I was for going along with it. I finally got some real sleep that night and woke up the next day bright and early in fact only my Mum was up.

   "Good morning James" said Mum who started bursting into fits of giggles "I like your new hair style but I don't think it's made for a boy"

   I turned red almost instantly as my hair was still full of curls and the bow was still tied in as well

   "Sit down precious and we will straighten them out" said Mum pointing to a chair in front of her "Now sit here and I will be right back"

   She wasn't gone long and when she came back she had a hair straightener.

   "You know I think you look very cute as a girl" said Mum as she started straightening each curl "Maybe Mary could come out to play a bit more in the future"

   I thought about all that had happened and everything that transpired and said " You know what I would like that too" We both broke into laughter at that and to think it all came about because I was A Little too Curious.

Just a short little story I did a long time ago and decided to put it up :) It's more lovey dovy then my other stories but I still quite like it :) and I hope you do too :) :) :) :) :)
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It was 5:00 P.M., and he knew he had several hours to himself. Quickly, he got into his weekly routine, having done it so many times before that he could finish it rather quickly. Every Saturday, Sam's parents would leave from around 6:00 to 11:00, going out to dinner with some friends. And with his sister, Courtney away at college, he finally had some time alone to be himself, or herself. When his sister left for college, she had so many clothes that she just couldn't bring them all with her. She left a lot of the extra frilly and generally feminine ones at home, along with the extra sets of makeup that she didn't need.

After taking out the wig and breastforms he kept under his bed, Sam quickly leaped to Courtney's room; the faster he could start, the more time he could spend as a girl. He put on one of her pink panties and slid them up. After that, he took a matching bra and strapped it on. Being rather thin, and with the long brown wig, he already looked like a girl. He then chose his favorite pair of jean shorts. While usually a pair of girl's shorts on hairy legs can be a dead giveaway, he had smooth and freshly shaven legs. He liked to swim a lot, so no one thought anything of the weekly shavings. He looked through her closet and finally found the perfect top. It was an off-the-shoulder blue top, and it showed off his cleavage, something that he liked. The top was finished off with a cute belt, and he couldn't be happier.

Next came the slightly harder part: applying the makeup. When he first started crossdressing, it would take him forever, but after watching a lot of tutorials and practicing every week, he could finally do it. He started by adding hot pink lip gloss that shined with every step he took. After perfecting his lips, he started working on his eyes, carefully adding the perfect amount of mascara to give his lashes that fuller look. He added some rouge and just a little bit of eyeshadow and then went to the full body mirror in Courtney's closet.  He was close, but he wasn't done yet. He and his siter were both retty much the same sizes in everything, even shoe sizes. He picked out a nice pair of 3 inch high heels and put them on.

He started doing some poses and admiring himself in the mirror. "Hey girl!", he said to himself. "You're such a hottie!" Then all of a sudden he remembered what he bought a few days ago. "OMG, you know what would look so good right now! That supercute purse I bought!" He strutted back to his room, looking for the purse he kept hidden in his closet. "Watch out, boys, I'm coming!" After he found it, he started thinking about what he should do that night. Should he finally try to go out in public? He was so deep in thought, that he couldn't hear the lock of the door turn nor the footsteps climbing up the stairs.

He decided that for now he'd just watch some T.V., maybe going on his computer later to take some pictures. But as he walked through the door, he saw his sister Courtney walking to her room. He stood frozen, "why is she here?!" he kept wondering. Courntey, having heard some footsteps, turned around and saw the perfectly made up girl coming out of her brother's room.

"Oh, hey. I didn't think anyone else was home. Are you one of Sam's friends?"

"Uh…" Sam was stunned. He wasn't so good at faking a girl's voice yet, which was one of the reasons he didn't want to leave the house. Sure he looked feminine, but once someone heard his voice, he was sure he'd be found out. "Um, yeah. We are, uh, going to a movie later."

"That was it", he thought. Now he was done for. He thought for sure that she'd know her brother's voice. He wanted to just leave, but he couldn't. "I'm just going to wait outside.", he said.

"No, stay! I like getting to know my brother's friends! What's your name?"

"A…Ashley. Yeah, Ashley."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Courtney!  Hey, that's a really cute top! I think I have one that looks just like it."

"Great minds think alike?"

"Actually, I think I have a pair of those heels too. And the rips on those jeans look like the ones on that pair I got a few months ago. Who are you?"

"I'm just a friend of your brother's." She was starting to very suspicious.

"I'm calling the cops", she said. She was pretty sure someone just broke in to her home and stole her clothes. Why someone would only steal clothes was beyond her, but stranger things have happened.

"No, wait!" Damn! He was so worried that he forgot to change his voice! Instead of being soft and feminine, it was low and deep. Courtney stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly, she turned around. She hadn't seen her brother in a long time, but she could recognize his voice.

"Sam? Is that… is that you? Oh my god! It is! It is you! Why are you dressed up like a girl? Why are you wearing my stuff?"

"I'm so sorry, Courtney! I just wanted to try it on! I swear I'll never do it again. Really, I—"

"Now hold on a second there, Ashley. Never say never. You like wearing my clothes so much? Alright, I've always wanted to have a sister anyway. We're going to have ourselves a little deal. If you don't want me telling anyone of this little…'incident', then you have to do something for me."

"What…what do you want me to do?" He was starting to get worried. He just liked dressing up, nothing more. He didn't want to be Courtney's sister. He just wanted the night to end already.

"Well first of all, it looks like you need some fashion advice. You're cute, but you'll never get guys like that. You need tops that will more accentuate your assets, not to mention you need to do something with that hair, style it or something."


"Shh, it's okay. What are sisters for? Shame though, I'm going back to college tomorrow, I was just going to surprise mom and dad." She thought for a  second. "It's okay! I'll just videochat with my sister every week! And you come come visit me and all my girlfriends at college! I can teach my sister the art of seduction!"

"Please, I'll do anything else! Real—"

"Let's get started! I'm going to pick out some clothes! Oh, I'm so excited! This will be so much fun!"
My first story, hopefully my writing will get better.
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Sleeping Beauty-ish: Mod-ern Girl
By Shawna Stimple

Eugene awoke to find his sister, Mary Anne, sitting at her vanity putting the finishing touches on her makeup. He stood up to quickly, and found himself nearly toppling over at the height of the unfamiliar heels. It was then that he noticed that the shoes he was wearing were much higher than he had remembered. It was quite a shock, when he glanced down, and saw that he was wearing a short pink trapeze dress, white tights, and a pair of silver 3 inch platform sandals.

"What did you do?" he said, falling back onto the bed.

Mary Anne continued her preparations as though nothing was out of place. "I thought you might like to come out with me tonight. I was trimming your hair, when Bam, you were out like a light. Just like when we were kids."

When Eugene saw himself in the mirror, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised, but that didn't make the newfound image any easier to deal with. His blond hair had been cut into a short wedge teased high on top, and his makeup had been reapplied in a much heavier, more dramatic fashion. The most disconcerting thing was that his ears had been pierced, and he now had two large silver globes dangling at the sides of his face.

"You pierced my ears. I can't believe you!"

"That was surprisingly easy, but after you sat perfectly still for your new do, I just couldn't help but try.  Here. Put this on. We need to get going if we're going to make the exhibit."

Eugene took the offered pea coat, and stared with disbelief at his sister's nonchalance. "You can't seriously believe I'll go out with you like this. I mean what are you wearing anyway."

Mary Anne looked gorgeous in her blue geometric patterned minidress. With her hair tucked up under blue vinyl hat with the short brim at the front, she was just as pretty as he'd always remembered,
just a little more grown up than when he'd last seen her. As she finished her mascara, she grabbed the matching short overcoat, and pulled him by the hand to the door.

"I know you're curious as to what I've been getting into the past few months, and I just couldn't help myself. You looked so pretty, like sleeping beauty, that I couldn't bring myself to completely destroy you're beautiful hairdo. By the time I was finished I just created a more adult look. New hair can't go without a new dress. And you're makeup was absolutely necessary after all that. You look fabulous, now let's go."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll scream, and mom and dad will come running. They're already pretty pissed at you. Imagine how mad they'll be when I tell them I woke up to find you wearing my things, prettying yourself up at my vanity. I don't think they'll believe that crazy story you told us earlier. They might think you did it yourself. Now I'll say it again. Let's go."

Eugene followed her down the stairs, reluctantly slipping on the coat. At the door he was given a silver shoulder bag, and told to follow her lead. If he played his cards right, the night would be worth it.

The duo arrived at an art gallery a short time later, when Eugene finally got the nerve to start his questions again. "Where are we going?"

"I told you. To an art exhibit."

"Who has an art exhibit at midnight?"

"It's more of a social gathering really, but there will be paintings. They're more for starting conversations than anything else. Just be quiet, and when I nudge you, bat those false eyelashes."

As they approached the door to the gallery, there was a young man outside wearing a nice suit. As they began to make their way through the door, he stopped them just short of entering. "Are you girls old enough to be here?"

"Of course we are." replied Mary Anne.

"Do you have any identification?"

"I'm sorry, but stylish purses are so small. We didn't have any room. Don't worry. We'll be good. We promise." She made the saddest face the guy had ever seen. Fortunately he was to enthralled to notice her sharply jabbing Eugene in the ribs. Eugene quickly got the message, and did his best to copy his sisters expression, blinking profusely at the poor guy.

"All right, all right. Just stay out of trouble."

Inside they removed their coats, and walked around the gallery. Mary Anne quickly found a server, and snuck two glasses of wine from his tray. They walked around for an hour or so, and while Eugene was doing his best to go unnoticed, his sister couldn't help but make a long speech about the artist supposed motivation, loud enough for anyone, and everyone to hear. It was around two when a young man wearing a nice tie and vest, with shaggy hair approached them. "Hi. I'm John. Would you girls like to party?"

"I'm Mary Anne, and this is my sister Jeanie, and yes. We'd very much like to."

The siblings followed John into the back alley where Mary Anne pulled a cigarette out of her purse. Another hard elbow to the ribs told Eugene to do the same. He fumbled the purse open only to find a pack of super slim cigarettes, and a long plastic cigarette holder. After he'd figured out how to operate the apparatus, he took his first draw, and proceeded to cough like he was choking on his dinner.

"Been smoking long?" John said, as he reached into his pocket, removing what appeared to be a hand rolled smoke.

"She just started actually." Mary Anne answered for him.

"Well this might go down a little smoother."

After lighting the joint, John passed it to Mary Anne who thanked him graciously and took a few puffs. She then passed it to Eugene, who not knowing what to make of the funny smell, took a larger drag than with his own cigarette. He coughed even harder than the first time, and found himself struggling for breath. After he finally managed to catch his hair, he realized he didn't feel quite right. After a few minutes it occurred to him that his goody two shoes sister had just led him to his first encounter with marijuana. He wondered if this night could get any weirder.

After the joint had been passed a few times, they sat on the curb, and finished their cigarettes. John, and Mary Anne really seemed to be hitting it off, as their conversation seemed to have no end, while Eugene tried to look as normal as possible, legs freezing in the winter air. The cigarette didn't seem so bad after a few minutes. Before he knew what he was doing he found himself lighting another, and occasionally joining in the conversation as best he could.

About an hour later, Mary Anne realized that their father was going to get up for work soon, and they needed to be in bed before they were discovered. After receiving a polite kiss on the cheek from John she collected her things, and led a wobbly Eugene back to the car.

The ride home was quiet, but the air was filled with an enormous amount of tension. Five minutes before pulling into the drive way, Eugene broke that tension by asking, "What happened to little miss goody two shoes?"

"I wish you'd stop calling me that." She said, jokingly punching her little brother in the arm. "College happened, and one day it will happen to you."

The siblings did their best to sneak into the house as quietly as possible. Once inside Mary Anne turned the knob, and slowly slid the door closed behind her. Afterwards the two fell into the sofa, and laid on each other in the dark for a moment. After realizing what would happen if they were found in their current predicament, Mary Anne led her wasted little brother up to his room, and into bed. She removed his heels, and pulled a blanket over his body to keep him warm. She decided to deal with the rest later. What's the worst that could have happened?
Eugene's adventure continues.

Expect more from these character's once I finish all my current projects.
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This is a true story from when I was 13 years old of when I was forced to wear girls clothing.

My parents were going away for the weekend, me and my sister spent the weekend at our grandmothers house. My grandma lived alone with her cat and was eager to have us over for a few days. She greeted us at the door with a big hug and lots of love. The day was great we had fun and was looking forward to the rest of the weekend.

When I went to go and have a shower I gave gran my clothes to be washed, half way through having the shower it suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring the bag of clothes that I'd packed. After having the shower I explained to my gran that I had no clothes with me, and we couldn't go and get the bag because we didn't have any keys to the house. Gran paused for a moment and left to go and get some clothes. After a minute or two she came back, and to my surprise she came back with a frilly girls nightie. (At this time I was really quite happy inside, as I was a secret crossdresser occasionally wearing dresses and all things girly.) Despite really wanting to put that nightie on and feel really girly, I didn't want anyone to know that I was a crossdresser or that I would enjoy wearing the nightie. So I tryed asking if there was any other clothes available, but it was no use, it was the only nightwear she had. My gran is quite old fashioned and hated the idea of me sleeping with no clothes on, so to avoid having a argument with my gran I agreed to wear the nightie. The nightie was white with frilly sleeves and a small pink bow on the neck. Seeing the opportunity I asked her if she had any underwear because it was just too uncomfortable without. My gran gave me a pair of matching panties and I went to bed feeling the happiest I've felt in a long time.

Morning came and I was woken up by my gran knocking on the door to tell me that the dryer had broken and it'll take all day for my clothes to dry so I'll have to borrow some clothes for the day. She told me that my cousin stayed here often a keeps some spare clothes in the wardrobe and that I could choose some clothes to wear. After hearing this I was eager to look through her clothes and see what I was going to wear. I opened the draw to see a collection of girls clothing, from dresses to bras the lot was there! I took my time browsing through and trying on whatever clothes took my fancie. I new that I had to choose something to wear for the day around the house so I chose a cute summer dress with a matching cardigan and maryjanes. I came downstairs and was greeted by my grandma who complimented my outfit saying its my cousins favourate dress to wear in the sun. My sister saw me in the dress and asked why I was wearing it, and after explaining she went onto say that it suited me and it was a good choice,

This was a dream come true, not only could I wear girly clothing but I had the perfect excuse to go with it. Later in the day my gran wanted to go out shopping and didn't want us to stay in home alone. Suddenly the tables had turned and I had to go out in public wearing a dress. I immediately told my gran who didn't seem to mind and went onto say that I'll be fine and that there's nothing to be afraid of. Desperately trying to get out of this situation I went to my sister who came up with giving me a makeover. This was perfect, not only could I get a makeover but the problem quickly turned into heaven.

My sister brought me upstairs into her room where she sat me down and started going through her bags. She started brushing my shoulder length hair and put a cute little headband on me. She started applying makeup and gave me some rosey cheeks and a small amount of eyeshadow. And just to finish off she added lipgloss and a hint of mascara. After she finished she took me to the mirror and showed me her creation. I was soo happy, I looked into the mirror and saw a cute little girl ready to enjoy the day. She was very happy with her work and went on to say "you look cute as a girl, it's a shame I dont have a sister."

We went to the shops and nobody seemed to notice at all, as far as they were concerned I was a typical 13 year old girl with her gran and sister. My sister even called me Philippa so that my cover won't be blown, this was awesome.

After the day was over I slid into my nightie and cuddled upto my pillow enjoying the best day of my life. The next day as I woke up there to greet me was my regular clothes and as I slid them on I new that my weekend was over.
This is a short story from my childhood and it has to be my favourite weekend ever!

I have spent a few nights at my grans since but sadly nothing has happened quite like this since :(

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A new pair of glasses gives a young boy a look at the young girl within.

Thanks to Richard Hanson for the edit.

A New Look at Life
By Shawna Stimple
The Story Starts Here
A new pair of glasses gives a young boy a look at the young girl within.
Leighton Johnson had it rough. He was a small boy, somewhat awkwardly shaped.
One would call him skinny, except for his bubble butt. It wasn't huge, but it was noticeable enough for the boys at school to single him out as a target. At only five foot two inches tall, he was much shorter the average ninth grader. His mother, being what one would call a holdover hippy, never took him to get a haircut. It was too dark and beautiful she'd say. His face could best be described as androgynous, with only bushy to steer people towards the assumption that he was male. He spent all his time in comic books, and video games, and understood very little about the current trends and fads of his peers. To top it all off his eyesight was about as terrible as it could be, and they could only afford coke bottle glasses that screamed 'please fuck with me'.
He didn't know who his father was, and his mother didn't either for that matter.
Free love for her, held its way up into the nineteen ninety's. He and his sister Cameron were never that close, due to the fact she was eight years older. Her father was a traveling salesman. He would pop in and out of town occasionally to see her, but Six years ago stopped showing. Leighton and Cameron had little in common, her, being quite popular and stylish in high school, and him being one of those who wasn't to be touched unless it was to be shoved. The only things they shared were their mother's hair and bone structure, as well as their gender ambiguous names. They got along okay most of the time, but they had little to connect on, and this led to a lot of arguments. It's not that they didn't love each other. It's that they had little to connect on, and with her friends all at college, and he not having any, their frustrations with their lives were directed at each other.
It was the last day of school and Leighton was thanking the stars that he could go home and do nothing all summer. No one to beat him up anymore, no more homework, just the new Zelda game, and time to play it.
As he was walking home, a car with seniors 2011 written all over the side of it stopped in front of him. Out jumped Steve Billings, and 3 of his meat head friends.
Steve had made it a personal mission to screw with Leighton the entire year. The smallest freshman he could find would provide enough entertainment to appease his need for dominance until he was off to college.
"Sup faggot?" He said, approaching Leighton. "I just wanted to thank you for never tattling on me. I'm impressed you lasted this long and never once told. It's impressive. No hard feelings?" Said the brute extending his hand.
Leighton slowly reached out to shake Steve's hand, only to have it slapped away, and then receive full force of Steve's fist to his left eye. As he lay on the ground the last thing he heard was Steve say, "See you never, loser." and the sound of the car speeding away. He felt a swelling in his face and the blood on his upper lip.
Finally regaining his composure he felt around for his glasses, but only came across a mess of bent wire and broken glass.
Carrying the destroyed mess home with him, he gave up on fighting back the tears.
Upon entering the house Cameron heard her little brother crying and ran upstairs to his room worried sick.
"Oh my god, Are you okay?" She asked, running up to him and throwing her arms around him. "What happened?"
"What the hell do you think happened?" He yelled, taking out at his frustrations at her. "I got my ass kicked!"
"By who?"
"Just some asshole jock, totally your type. Why do you want to know, do you want to know where to get a date?"
"Leighton, I'm just trying to help."
"If you want to help, you can just leave me the fuck alone! Fuck you, Cameron.
Just stop making my life more miserable."
Cameron backed slowly out of the room and shut the door. She understood why he was upset, but he didn't need to take it out on her. She went downstairs and called their mother to let her know what happened. Sitting at the kitchen table she thought to herself, "I know he didn't mean it, but he'll pay for it later!"
Around 6 o'clock his mother returned home from work, entering his room she sat on the bed next to the depressed boy.
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
"I'm fine. I just haven't been able to do anything to take my mind off of it. My glasses are ruined."
"It's going to be alright, come downstairs and I'll get your face fixed up, and I have some good news, I know it'll make you smile."
The two sat at the kitchen table, Leighton with a bag of peas on his eye, and a tissue shoved up his nose.
"Times are hard right now," she started, "but I got a two hundred dollar bonus at work today, perfect timing. I think we should use the money to get that new pair of glasses you wanted."
The boy's face shifted from a frown to an ear to ear smile so fast that he couldn't help but wince at the pain in his upper cheek.
"Oh you poor thing," she said, stifling a giggle. "We'll have to order them from that catalogue though. I can't afford to get them from a shop. Let me go get it from your room and you can fill it out and get it ready to mail tomorrow morning."
After she returned to the kitchen he set to work; name; address; product number; and the like. He left it in a unsealed envelope for his mother to put the check in.
Pretty soon he would get the frames that Rivers Cuomo from Weezer wore. He then returned upstairs for the night, thinking that at least some good came from this.
In the morning, as Ms. Johnson was about to leave for work, Cameron came groggily stomping down the stairs, almost blindly following the smell of coffee.
Good mornings were said as Ms. Johnson was running out the door. Suddenly she poked her head back in.
"Dear, could you do me a favor? Would you mail that order for your brother's new glasses. I probably won't be off until after the Post Office closes."
"No problem mom. I got it," she said, shoving her long black hair out of her eyes.
As she sat at the table sipping her coffee, and she thumbed her way through the catalogue, suddenly remembering her altercation with her brother from the day before, an idea struck her. She took the order form, and made a slight alteration.
After returning it to the envelope with the check, she sealed it and went upstairs to start her day with a smile on her face. Leaving her room in a peach sundress and cork wedges, she ran into Leighton, leaving the comforts of his cave."
"I'm sorry about yesterday sis." He muttered.
"No problem bro, I've already taken the steps to move past it."
Surprised by his sister's generosity, he responded, "Great. I guess I'll go downstairs and listen to some TV."
She snickered. He could be funny when he was relaxed and comfortable. Unfortunately he was only that way at home. The rest of the time he was a church mouse, barely letting out an audible squeak. She knew he was sorry, but in her mind he still needed to be punished. So out she went, stopping by the Post Office before, continuing to her part time job at the mall.
So the week passed with Leighton's nose literally in comic books, while he waited on his package. The swelling in his face had finally gone down, and he was generally in better spirits. It was Saturday morning when the delivery truck pulled up. After hearing the doorbell Cameron answered with a smile and signed.
"Leighton, there's a package for you," she yelled up the stairs.
"Holy shit, I'm coming," he yelled back, jumping out of bed desperately trying to find pants. "I'm so excited, I finally get to play my game."
Taking the box from his sister he set about finding the tools required to get past the adult proof packaging.
He quickly cut the tape, opened the box, dug through the packing peanuts and found another box with two pieces of Styrofoam taped to the side. Cutting off layer after layer he finally ended up with a small pink glasses case. He thought it was weird but couldn't be bothered as his summer was about to get a whole lot better.
Opening the case his eyes first noticed the black plastic he so looked forward to wearing, but something didn't quite look right. Placing the rest on his ears and the bridge on his nose, he experienced a wave of relief, as the strain on his eyes was gone, and he could clearly see his sister covering her mouth trying her best not to laugh.
He asked, "What's so funny?"
"It's not the style I thought you would have picked, but whatever floats your boat," she said, then bursting into a fit of uncontrolled laughter.
Running into the bathroom to check the mirror, he noticed what was so hysterical.
These glasses had black plastic frames alright, but they were ovular instead of square, with the ends turning upward in a slight cat eye effect. The trim had a thin line of pink all around it. These were girl's glasses, he took them off and ran out back to find his mother practicing yoga.
He looked at her as flustered as can be and squeaked, "Mom my glasses are here."
"Well, let me see them on you then," she said, taking them from his hands and returning them to his face. "They look very nice," she said genuinely. "I like them."
"These are girl's frames, I didn't order these, I don't want them, I look like an idiot," he said almost crying.
"Don't worry honey, I'll call the company and tell them there's been a mistake."
So she called, and after spending an hour on the phone came back with bad news.
"They said that the order number on the form matches the frames you got. They can't do a refund or exchange since the package was opened."
"How am I supposed to know they were wrong, if I didn't open the package?"
"That's what I said, but the catalogue clearly states their return policy. I don't have any more money to spare right now so you'll have to make do with what you have."
"I can't go back to school with these, I'll be beat up even more than last year, what am I supposed to do?"
"Well you could get a summer job, instead of lying around and wasting your summer." Cameron chimed in, walking outside to join the conversation. "You can ride to work with me on Monday, and walk around the mall looking for something."
"Your sister's right honey, times are tough right now, so if you want something you're going to have to work for it yourself."
"Well if I have to, I guess it's not fair for you guys to do everything for me." He said, displaying a little maturity, "I may even make enough money to get that new Kirby game too."
"Sure dear, If it's your money, you can get whatever you want?"
So the weekend passed with Leighton wearing his new glasses and him finally getting to finish his game. He was grateful for being able to see, but couldn't wait for this situation to be resolved. Monday morning came and he was woken by his sister saying, "Time to get up, you need to take a shower and look presentable if you're going to find a job today."
So he showered and shampooed his hair. It had turned into quite the process with its length, and he was thinking of getting a haircut when he got a paycheck. He dressed in his blue jeans and oversized Naruto t-shirt when he went down stairs to meet his sister with his damp hair hanging limply in his face.
"I thought I told you to look your best!" She said, wearing a nice pink sweater set, white knee length skirt, pink sling back pumps, and pearl earrings.
"This is my best," he said.
She couldn't think of a reply, what he said was true. She thought to herself that if he was going to become less of an annoying hindrance and more of a contributing member of society she was going to have to teach him how.
As they pulled into the mall Cameron quickly explained the layout.
"The lower floor is for women's clothing stores. That's where Express is, I'll be there if you need me. You should check out the middle and top floors. The middle has men's clothing stores and shoe stores. The upper floor has special shops in the food court. I suggest starting in the middle and working your way up. Here's five dollars for lunch. I get off at one so meet me outside around then, and we'll head home."
Before going in he removes his glasses and places them in the case. He didn't know what he'd do if he saw someone from school. He felt that he was already as low as you can go in high school, but he didn't want to see if he was wrong.
He starts down the middle floor, but outside every store he realizes he doesn't know anything about men's clothes. Not quite sure what she meant by specialty stores he figured he'd go ahead and check upstairs. After climbing the escalator he looks around and realizes he can't read any of the signs, so he wanders aimlessly trying to make any kind of decision. Coming upon the food court he already felt defeated. I had reached the supposed end of his journey and had not filled out a single application. Resigned to his fate he puts the glasses back on to at least figure out where he is going.
Specialty shops apparently included video games, Asian themed gift shops, comic books, and even a mini golf course. There were plenty of places he felt like he might enjoy working. He set out to find the job of his dreams. Unfortunately every place he went said they weren't hiring until school let back in. on top of that he could have sworn some people called him miss. On his last stop at the miniature golf course he faced the final rejection. Feeling dejected, and somewhat annoyed, he resigned himself to a summer working in food service.
Meanwhile, looking out the door of her shop, Lilly Glenn saw a young girl with the face of rejection. She knew the type, when she was younger she was the type; flat chested girl with little confidence in her figure, and little confidence in herself. She wore baggy clothes to hide her shape, and kept her hair in her face so people couldn't see. She probably grew up with few friends, and the only boys she had any contact with were in her D&D group. But she wasn't ugly, dry the hair, pull it back, and put her in a dress and she'd be a knockout. It seemed like something she wanted but the only step she had taken was getting a more stylish pair of glasses.
This girl needed a friend. Not being the type to sit by and allow anyone to feel lonely, Lilly approached the young girl. "Hey there, how are you, I love your glasses?"
Leighton looked up to see a real life girl heading his direction. This girl was cute. She looked older, but not old, mid-twenties maybe, she was wearing tight black jeans, a white tank top, and a grey short sleeved sweater hanging off one shoulder.
He could hear the 'click clack' of her black patent kitten heels as she approached.
Her right arm was covered in a tattoo sleeve, filled with detailed pictures, telling stories someone wouldn't understand unless they knew here. Her curly red hair piled high on her head with side swept bangs almost covering her left eye, and a blue bandana tied at the top of her head. Her make-up was impeccable, with meticulously done eyes in shades of blue, topped by impossibly long lashes. Her lips were the first thing he'd ever think to describe as ruby red, she was gorgeous, and she was talking to him.
"My glasses?" He whispered.
"Yeah, Where did you get them?"
"I ordered them from a catalogue," he stuttered.
"Well they're awesome," she said trying to keep the conversation going. "What's your name?"
"Oh, like Leighton Meester"
"Yeah, sure," he replied, having no idea who she was talking about."
"Would you like to come into my shop, and hang out or whatever?"
"Your shop," he asked puzzled?
"Yeah, that's my shop over there. One Person's Trash… I sell vintage, and vintage inspired clothes and accessories…as well as other things."
"Things like what?"
"Well like wigs, or purses, or shoes, or bongs."
"Wait, Bongs?"
"Surprisingly, vintage stores don't do so well, so I make most of the money off the bongs and bowls, I sell in the back. It's not what I dreamed of doing but the 'tobacco pipes' supplement what I don't make in clothing sales. It's really just kind of a hipster store. So you coming in?"
"Yeah, sure I guess."
So the two go in and sit down behind the counter. They converse for the remaining three and a half hours that he has left. She made a few sales, and he learned that he shared a love of many of the same comic books. He tells her of how he came looking for a job and had zero luck. Then the clock struck one, and he told her he had to go meet his sister. Good byes were said and he made his way to the door.
"Wait!" She shouted, before he could leave. She thought to herself that she had been doing well, and maybe it was time to take on an associate, "If you would like a job then be here at nine thirty when we open. Also you need to dress a bit more stylish if you're going to work here, and come in tomorrow with your hair out of your face. I have an image to project with this store, and if you're okay with that the job is yours."
Amazed, he replied, "Thank you so much. Unfortunately these are the nicest clothes I have. Everything I own is just more of the same."
"That's no problem. Just come in tomorrow nice and clean, and I'll find you something to wear."
"Oh my god, I can't thank you enough," he said as he ran up and hugged her neck.
"No problem, Just don't let me down, and work hard."
And with that, he made his way out the door to give his sister the good news.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting for ten minutes," she huffed, looking at the time on her phone.
"Sorry, but the reason I was late was because I was talking to a woman about a job, and I got it."
"No way! That's awesome, where at?
"One of the specialty stores upstairs. She said I needed to be in at nine thirty tomorrow. And that my hair needed to be out of my face."
"Well she's right about that, I'll help you in the morning, I'm really proud of you."
So they headed home, actually talking and laughing together for once. She even agreed to play one of his games with him when they got home. She even beat him once in Wii Bowling. Tired from getting up so early, he actually went to bed before midnight for once. As he fell asleep his thoughts were on Lilly, and how he couldn't wait to see her the next day.
The following morning when Cameron went to wake Leighton up, she found he was already in the shower. "Well that's a welcome change," she thought, as she went downstairs to fix her coffee. "I wonder what else is going to change around here."
So she finished her breakfast and made a plate for Leighton. As she was heading back upstairs she heard him rustling about in his room. She said, "Go downstairs and eat your breakfast. When you finish put the plate in the dish washer and meet me in my room, and I'll sort out your hair for you."
For the first time in months Leighton had time to eat breakfast. He felt like proud quite proud of himself for once. This pride provided the best motivation for continuing to do things with a smile. He was becoming less self-conscious about his glasses. They were getting to be those things on his face that were just sort of always there. He cleaned up a bit in the kitchen before heading to his sister's room.
She told him to have a seat at her vanity, while she plugged in her hair dryer, and selected her round brush. She twirled the brush around sections of his hair, as she dried it, the end result being a straight but voluminous style that reached part of the way down his back. She thought to herself that she would need to take care of his split ends sometime in the near future. She finished by pulling it back neatly into a low ponytail. With that they were both ready, and left for work.
Lilly greeted Leighton wearing a mid-thigh length white strapless sundress with little black polka dots all over it. The skirt had a built in petticoat, and at the waist, a black ribbon tied in a bow in the front. She was taller than him today, perched atop 4 inch black strappy sandals. She decided today she was going to show Leighton how pretty she could be by setting an example.
She didn't want to push her too far too fast and have her freak out. After hugs were exchanged, she led him to the dressing room. "There's your outfit for the day, once you're ready meet me up front for the crash course in the inventory."
First he found a pair of jeans. These were as probably the tightest pair he'd ever seen though. As he forced them on over his hips he thought it was strange, but what did he know about fashion. She was the expert and it was her store. He imagined himself in a Dairy Queen uniform, and realized he was probably getting off easy. What he didn't realize was that Lilly was planning on slowly showing the new girl just how pretty she was.
"Do you need any help hun?" He heard her call through the curtain.
"Sort of, these pants you gave me won't quite fit right over my boxers."
"You actually wear boxers?! Hold on a sec. Let me get you something better."
She came back, and through the curtain handed him a small piece of white cotton.
He examined the offering and realized that they were some kind of underwear.
Placing his legs through the holes he pulled them up slowly only to find another problem. His privates were creating a very obvious bulge in the front. There was nothing more embracing to a teenage boy than the idea of the world scrutinizing his genitals. The best way he could think of to combat this was to tuck it between his legs and then pull the undergarments tight. The jeans slid on with no problem after that.
Next he placed his arms through the button down plaid shirt. It was a green and blue pattern, and seemed to fit him perfectly. Apparently Lilly had a knack for sizing people. The only things that seemed strange about it was the fact that the buttons seemed to be on the wrong side, and that it seemed to taper in tightly around his waist only to flair out a little at the bottom.
The last article of clothing looked to be a simple black jacket with small lapels. As he placed his arms through the sleeves he felt it odd how tight it was in the shoulders. It also, only fell to the small of his back. "Not very functional," he thought, turning his attention to his boots on the floor.
He learned later on that they were called sweater boots. They were black with 3 plastic buttons running up the side.
Getting them over his feet he tried pulling his jeans down over the top. After many failed attempts he realized that the ankle was to small, and he had to button them over the outside of the pant leg.
Done dressing, he met Lilly up front. Taking one look at her new project, she smiled and said, "Look at you, looking hot, alright, Follow me and I'll show you where everything goes."
He spent the first part of the day learning which section was which, and how to operate the register. She taught him the laws of selling tobacco products, and when to ask someone to leave, if they implied any usage other than tobacco and legal herbs. He learned that if someone came in and asked for ear piercing, they'd need to be ID'd as well. He was also never to use the piercing gun, until he went through the proper training, and that he should refer them to her.
The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly. He had made a few sales, and was already top notch at keeping everything neat and presentable. When it slowed down toward the end of the day they just sat and talked for a bit. He complained about how people always made fun of him and called him weird looking. She sat down next to what she thought was an insecure girl and said, "No you're really quite attractive, I used to be a little rough around the edges when I was your age, and I learned how to present myself a little better. Now I'm hot shit," she said, chuckling a little at her boast, "I could teach you a thing or two if you're interested."
The boy felt flattered, and quietly replied, "Well, what do you think I should change."
"Not much at a time, Give yourself time to feel comfortable with yourself and then do a little more. For instance I could clean up your eyebrows a little bit, you have great eyes. Maybe that would let people pay more attention to them, and less to wooly Willy."
He laughed, and replied, "If you really think so I guess I could let you try, just don't do anything too drastic."
So she rummaged through her purse and found her portable trimmer and set to work, she didn't do anything too extreme. All she did was shorten the hairs down to a normal length and gave them a slight but barely noticeable arch. He had to admit after seeing himself in the mirror that he did look better.
Maybe he could learn a thing or two with Lilly, and maybe even have a real life conversation with a girl his own age.
"Thanks," he said. "I guess they do look a lot better."
"See what did I tell you? Little things can go a long way. Anyhow, that's about it for today. See you tomorrow at the same time, Ok!"
"No problem. I had fun today. Can't wait to do it again, It feels really good to be productive actually. Like, I actually did something with my day for once."
"Awesome. Oh yeah. Just keep the outfit. Call it a training bonus. Come in tomorrow and I'll have something else for you. The thing about jeans like those is that it's not really feasible to keep things in the pockets. Take this as well, everyone needs a bag, hell, I have like twenty!"
"Thank you so much," he said taking the small brown canvas shoulder bag.
"If you might allow me to make one more suggestion?" She asked hopefully. He nodded, and she responded, "Your lips are a little chapped, all you need to do to fix it is to put on a little lip balm every now and again." She then took a little container of strawberry lip balm and dabbed a little on her finger. After spreading it across his lips, he blotted them together as told. They did feel much better. He wasn't aware however, that his lips were now stained a light pink color. Thanking her and taking the offer balm and placing it in his new bag he left the store, smiling that his first day had been such a success.
As he made his way downstairs he was stopped by a group of girls. Still being quite shy he didn't know what to make of the situation.
"I love your boots!" Said the tall blonde. "Where did you get them?"
"One Person's Trash," he replied. "I actually work there."
"Awesome. Maybe I'll come in and see you sometime," said the girl, smiling and walking off.
That had never happened before, a girl stopped him and complimented him. Maybe there was something to changing up his look. A girl finally noticed he existed.
Lilly may have been on to something.
When he reached express he went in to find his sister, approaching her counter he tapped her on the shoulder.
"Can I help you, mi…" Came the reply, as Cameron took in the sight of her brother standing in front of her wearing head to toe girl's clothes, he was even carrying a purse.
"Hey sis, are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm just taking in your new look," she said, maintaining her befuddled expression.
"Yeah isn't it great, Lilly is trying to help me put myself together a little better. It's working, as people are actually smiling and saying hello. I even got a compliment on the way down here."
She thought to herself for a moment, was he really this clueless. He really did need to get out more. However, he looked like he actually tried when he got up this morning. Would it be so bad? Her sense of mischief took over and she decided to see how far she could push this along. "Well I'm off in ten minutes. Go grab a seat out in the lobby and I'll meet you soon. Before leaving she made sure to grab a few pairs of panties, and a couple of bras. Then she met him at the door, and the two headed home.
That evening, when they arrived at home, Cameron begins to put her plan into action. Leighton had told her about the new underwear, and asked if everyone wore them. She reassured him that they were pretty normal, and that she figured he'd need them, so she brought some home from work. There was a disagreement on whether Leighton should play his games, or if they should watch New Girl.
"I tell you what," she started, knowing she had him right where she wanted him, "we'll bowl for it. If you win you can keep playing video games all night, and you won't hear a peep from me. If I win…we watch New Girl and give each other mani-pedi."
"No way," he stated. "Shouldn't you just go to one of your girlfriend's houses and do that."
"Well, I wanted to spend some time together little brother, but I figured we'd never be able to agree on what to do. It's just a little harmless fun. If I win, I promise not to tell. Besides, are you afraid you're going to lose?"
His ego got the better of him. "Of course not, last night was fluke. I definitely wouldn't lose to you," he said, falling right into her trap.
"Well then you should have no problem agreeing to the bet," she said extending her hand.
They shook and Cameron gleefully skipped off to find the controllers. The 'battle of the century' as she kept calling it was underway. They both played well, and were enjoying each other's jabs and jokes. It turned out to be a lot more fun than competition. It was Leighton's last turn and all he needed to do was not get a gutter ball to win the game. He swung his arm backwards…and dropped the remote. The Mii on the screen, threw the ball as awkward as possible, it rolled down the alley at the breakneck speed of half a mile an hour. It seemed like it was going to hit the pin on the far left, but at the last second rolled into the gutter, destroying all of Leighton's hopes, and possession of the TV tonight.
"Time to go get our pj's on, looks like it's a night in, watching Zooey," she gloated. "I'll go get my nail kit," meet me down here in five minutes and we'll get started."
"It was a good game," he conceded. "I guess I screwed the pooch pretty bad at the end."
So the two ran off upstairs to get ready, when they returned, Cameron in her pink shorts and tank top combo, and Leighton in his Mario pajamas. "I'm going to teach you to do this on me first." Cameron said, taking Leighton by the hand, and sitting down in the floor with him, "The first thing we need to do is remove the old polish."
She hands him a bag of cotton balls, and a bottle of nail polish remover, then she directs him, step by step, in removing the polish. Once the nails are clean she has him file down the nails length just a fraction of an inch, and round the sides to form a smooth ovular shape. Then she shows him how to carefully brush the polish on, to avoid streaking, and getting it on the skin, after he repeats the process on the other hand with astounding proficiency. She shows him how to separate the toes, and he finishes both feet as well. At the end, she was left with ten peach fingers and ten peach toes.
While they waited for her nails to dry, they switched on the show and watched till the first commercial break. Once pronounced done, she turned her attention to his nails. They were sort of a mess, but nothing a little elbow grease couldn't fix.
She performed a whole myriad of task that he couldn't even understand the point of. He thought he had done a good job on her, but she was going to make sure his hands were perfect. When she was done his nails were now the same ovular shape as his sisters. They were a little shorter, but now they looked as clean and smooth as hers were all the time. His cuticles were missing the snags and dead skin that he was so used to being there. Realizing she was now digging through her nail polish box, he yelled, "No way, you said you wouldn't tell anyone, I think people will know if I walk around with nail polish on."
"I'm looking for the clear one," she said. "I just want to protect them so they don't look all ragged again. No one's going to notice, quit being such a baby."
Resigned, he said, "If you're sure, I guess it's ok?"
When she finished they did sort of shine a little more, but he felt that it wasn't that big of a deal. After she started on his feet they heard the front door open. Their mother had just finished her double at work and walked straight to the sofa to relax for the evening. Taking her hands from her eyes she looked at the floor to see Leighton sitting still, allowing his big sister to do his toenails. "It was a bet," he said, the words flying out of his mouth like a humming bird to nectar.
"Cool," she said, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Being a single parent with leftist values, she let her children do whatever they wanted, and did not ask questions, as long as they weren't hurting anyone. So Leighton just sat there staring at the TV wondering if a more surreal moment could happen.
Coming out of his stunned daze, he noticed the sound of glass clinking together.
Cameron was returning a bottle to the box. He looked down and noticed his ten baby blue toes at the end of his feet. "Cameron c'mon!" He shouted.
"It's not like anyone is going to see your feet," she said laughing. "They look pretty; I put a lot of work into them. At least leave it on for tomorrow. I'd hate to see my hard work go to waste," she said with a pout. He was powerless to resist her lately, she'd been way too nice and it was just a little fun.
While they waited for his nails to dry she got her hair brush and sat down next to their sleeping mother on the sofa. Life was hard on their mom, but she always kept in good spirits, and she was always wonderful to them, but at the end of long days, where she falls is where she sleeps.
Cameron starts brushing her long black hair one hundred strokes like she does every night. If there was one thing her friends were jealous of it was her hair. Much the same as her brother's, it was as dark as it comes, thick, and easy to work with. As she was brushing Leighton scooted in front of her, and rested his back on the bottom of the sofa. When she was finished, she figured she'd try and push a little further ahead.
She reaches down and pulling the hair tie out of his hair. Then she takes her brush and starts working it through. At first he cried ow! As she met with tangles, but he continued to let her once the brush started going through smoothly. It felt so relaxing. She was amazed this was going so well so she started playing with it. She brushed it left and right, creating parts in different places. She pulled it up and down and even separated it into pigtails in her hands. After deciding on an end result, she made a ponytail at the top of his head, and tied it off with his ponytail holder. She twists the pony tail around, and circled it around the base tucking the end under the roll. After reaching for a few bobby pins, she secures the bottom of the rolled hair to the top of the head, leaving the boy with a bun. She sits down in front of him to put a few finishing touches on hairstyle.
"What did you do?" He asked, with an embraced look on his face.
"I just put your hair up so it wouldn't tangle tonight while you sleep."
"Well then what are you doing now?"
She just smirked and said, "Artistic licenses."
When she was done she handed him a mirror so he could see her handy work. His hair was arranged at the top of his head in a big bun. The front of his hair had been sectioned off and combed so that it fell almost over his left eye and having a slight wave toward the ends.
"Wow," was all he could say.
"Yeah it's a little overdone, but I'm glad you let me do it. I've been sorta bored lately."
"It's okay," he replied. "I did have fun tonight, we should hang out more often."
"I'd like that very much," she said happily. "We should make this a weekly thing."
"Sounds great!"
So the two spent the rest of the night talking, laughing and altogether ignoring the TV. When it a got a little bit later, they both decided it was time for bed, because there was work to be done in the morning. Grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch, they tucked in their mother, and kissed her on the cheek, letting her sleep as late as she wanted on her day off tomorrow. They then hugged, and went upstairs to sleep.
The next morning Leighton was up and ready in record time, waiting for his sister to finish getting ready, so she could take care of his hair. Still feeling rather playful, she tied his ponytail a little higher on his head, around the middle. She even snuck in a cute little ponytail holder with a tiny pink polka dotted bow at the top, where he couldn't see it. With his hair accessory, and glasses, he looked like quite the cute girl, if only from the neck up.
After arriving at work, Leighton met Lilly sifting through the racks, trying to find his outfit for the day. He thought it was weird that she was looking through the girl's section, but she did say that a lot of this stuff was unisex. "Hey!" Lilly said, looking up and smiling. "I think I have the perfect outfit for you today. And I see we're getting a little more adventurous with our hair. It looks great. Hurry up and change so we can get started. Today I'm going to train you on using the piercing gun.
He took the offered bundle of clothes and made his way back to the dressing room.
He was glad that Cameron had procured him some proper underwear. It's strange that his were so conflicting with the vintage fashions that were coming back in style. The first item he came across were a pair of stretchy black pants. He later learned they were called leggings. Tucking away his problem again, his front looked as smooth as it did the day before. The top was an oversized cable knit sweater in a nice shade of dark grey. It came down to a little below his backside.
He was relieved that no one would see his butt crack if he bent over. To complete his outfit he placed the black open toed flats over his feet. He stepped out, and found Lilly, only to be greeted with a chuckle, reserved usually for a cat stuck in a potato chip bag.
"You're not supposed to wear socks with those shoes," she snickered.
"Oops, I guess I'm still pretty clueless about fashion," he sighed?
"It's not a problem. That's what I'm here for, to help."
"Thanks," he said, sitting down and removing his shoes and socks, only to be surprised by the baby blue toenails he had forgotten. Seeing Lilly checking out his toes, he explained, "My sister did it to me last night. I'll get rid of it by tomorrow, I swear."
She just smiled and said, "It's no problem, you should try some color on your fingernails too. Your toes just look so nice."
Amazed by what he just heard, he was starting to think something was a little weird. Who was this girl, that was his boss, and what exactly did she want from him?
She leads him over to the ear piercing table and has him sit on the stool. She giggles to herself as Leighton slouches so bad, his chin seems to be aiming for his lap.
She says, "You know good posture will take you a long way, and it will probably feel a lot better."
"You think so?" Says the girlish boy.
"Yeah just try holding your back straight, and holding your head up high for the world to see," she says. Guiding his chin, and spine where she wants them. "You can even try crossing your legs at the knees, to form a kind of base, to help support your back."
When she was done coaching, Leighton was sitting as proudly, and as femininely as any other pretty young girl. He thought it did feel more comfortable, and that he should probably try and sit like this all the time. His attention was then turned to the mirror, where he could see Lilly holding a marker and heading towards his ears.
"The first thing you want to do is to mark the spot where the jewelry is going to go.
This way there are no surprises, or crooked piercing that you can't undo," she said, placing dots in the center of both his ear lobes. She then picks up the piecing gun, and loading the cartridge in says, "This is where you load the style of starters you want to use. We have a huge variety, but some are nicer than others.
I've chosen the nicest we have for you. You want to place the line over the dot and firmly pull the trigger," she said, doing just that.
A loud pop rung next to his head, a little disoriented, he didn't even realize she'd already made her way to the other side. Another loud pop and she was done.
Waiting for an overwhelming pain that never came, Leighton finally opened his eyes to look in the mirror. Gracing his earlobes were two beautiful pearl studs. He thought they looked nice, but a little out of place on him. Jewelry had never really been his style, and if it was he didn't think he would have chosen something so girly. They did look surprisingly nice, however, and they added a touch of class to his youthful face. He knew that these were not normal earrings for a 15 year old boy, but he did like the way they looked. He decided he'd ask his sister later for advice on what to do. Should he talk to Lilly about the increasing femininity of his work clothes, or is this all totally normal.
The rest of the day went by with little event. Leighton thought he noticed more people calling him miss than usual, but he did make even more sales than the day before. As he was about to leave for the day Lilly handed him 20 dollars, and said,
"Here's a little bonus for all the hard work. You really are going to be my best salesperson. Get your family dinner tonight, and it'll show them you're grateful for all the help they give you, a simple meal will go a long way."
Making his way to the food court, he called his sister for a ride. "You off yet?" He said.
"Yeah, I got off early today. Need me to come pick you up?"
"Sure do, I'm bringing home dinner tonight, so tell mom not to worry about it."
"Yeah, I got a bonus at work today. I figured I'd share with the people who share with me," he said, trying not to make the line sound too rehearsed.
"Okay well, meet me at our usual spot, be there in ten."
"Thanks sis. See you soon," he said hanging up.
Grabbing a few pizzas from the food court he made his way to the bench out front.
He sat and applied his lip balm, noticing that guys were looking him over as they walked by. He was wondering if there was something wrong with him, or if he maybe had something on his face. As Cameron was pulling up, she noticed the young girl, sitting on the bench, legs crossed, head held proudly fixing her lips, but it wasn't until she reached the curb that she realized this was her brother. Seeing her car he stood and made his way to meet her. That's when he noticed the click clack, of his shoes for the first time. He'd never had shoes that made noise when he walked before, he could only assume that that's what nice shoes did.
When they arrived home the two were greeted by their mother. The first thing she noticed was her son's feminine appearance, but chose not to say anything other than, "You look nice." He was a good boy, and he was bringing home dinner. How bad could this new job be? She figured he'd talk about it when he was ready. In the meantime she'd just continue to love him as she always did.
Cameron's thoughts were taking a completely different direction. She needed to figure out a way to keep this going. Leighton was finally getting out of the house, and he even brought home dinner. To top it off he looked the most put together that he ever had. It may not have been her style, but it wasn't a complete mess either. She decided that tonight she would take it one step further.
Over dinner the family sat, and talked. They laughed over fond memories. They planned on doing this more often. After the last piece was finished their mom started cleaning up.
"Don't worry about it Mom, I'll get it," said Leighton, leaving his family wondering if he'd been replaced by some sort of robot.
"Well, thank you dear," she replied. "I guess I'll go ahead to bed then. I have to work at five tomorrow morning. It'll be good to actually get enough rest for once. Love you both, Good night!"
"Goodnight Mom," the two siblings said in near unison. The two then laughed and Leighton realized that if he didn't have anyone else, then he did have his family.
Cameron helped him finish the cleanup, and the two were left with nothing to do.
Cameron then suggested, "Why don't we go ahead and take our showers tonight.
We could take a little extra time in the morning to look nice. It'd probably go a long way at work. Sound good?"
"Yeah, I guess so." the young boy replied, looking down at his outfit. "Lilly has been having me wear some really nice things."
"Well she just wants you to present a certain image for her store. I think you look great. I can help you step in tomorrow looking like a million bucks. Let me go take a shower first and then you can go after. When you're done I'll fix your hair up tonight, so it will look great in the morning."
"Ok, I guess."
While in the shower, Cameron poured a little of her depilatory in his body wash, he wasn't too hairy, she wanted him to be baby smooth. After she was done she went to his room, and said, "All done. Your turn, just be sure that when you wash off tonight, you leave the shower gel on for five minutes before you rinse. After that, shampoo and condition your hair thoroughly,. when you're done just put on this robe and meet me in my bedroom so I can fix your hair." She handed him a towel, and a pink terrycloth robe, and took his hair down. She quickly slid the bowed hair tie into the pocket of her own robe as she led him to the bathroom door.
Twenty minutes later he stood in her doorway, still dripping a little, wearing her pink robe, with the towel around his neck. She showed him how to tie the towel like a turban around his hair, and made sure to check his legs, to see if the peach fuzz was gone. Leading him over to her vanity he could see that she had already blown her hair dry, and watched her finish by putting it up into a French twist.
"I'm thinking tomorrow you could use some volume," she started. "You're going to have to trust me, but I think I know what the best look for you would be."
"I guess I'll have too," he said. "You know how clueless I am when it comes to hair and stuff."
Cameron removes the towel from his hair, and sets it on his shoulders. She then proceeds to coat his hair in some sort of sticky substance. Next, he feels her tugging and sectioning off small sections of hair. Little by little he can feel weight being added, and less hair touching his neck. After about twenty minutes, she proclaims her work done, and begins to put her hair care products away. Getting up to look in the mirror, he is shocked to find his hair done up in curlers, perfectly lined up like little soldiers, all over his head.
"What the fuck Cameron?" He shrieked.
"I needed to roll your hair up, so I can get the volume I need tomorrow. You said you'd trust me."
"Yeah I guess I did, but how am I supposed to sleep in these?"
"You'll get used to it. If it gets to be too much of a pain in the ass there's always a perm."
"I don't think my pajamas will go over my head right now though."
"I got you covered.", she said, offering him one of her own sleep shirts. It was a pink tank top. "The neck opening should be big enough to get over the rollers. It's for tonight, and if you like it enough to keep doing it then we'll get you something of your own, more appropriate. For now just wear this. It's even got matching bottoms."
"Okay, okay," he said, feeling utterly defeated. He slid the top over his head carefully, and worked his arms through the holes. He then slid the pink pj pants up his legs, and pulled them over his round butt. They were decorated with little read hearts all over the material.
"You know," she started, seeing if she could push her luck any further, "I could probably clean up your eyebrows a little more. It would make them look even nicer than they have the last few days, wouldn't take long."
"Do you think I need to already?" He said.
"I'll just clean up a few strays and give them a little more shape. It won't take long. I promise."
"If you think so?"
She grabbed her tweezers, and unleashed her fury on the poor boys eyebrows. By the time she was done his brow ridge was red and puffy. She had given them some shape alright. The shape of a nice clean arch somewhat higher above his eyes, than he was used to.
"Just a few strays huh?" He said sarcastically.
"Yeah I guess I got a little carried away. Don't worry. It looks totally good. I'm sure Lilly will compliment them tomorrow. Now off to bed with you. We need to finish the job in the morning. Good night."
"Good night sis," he said, rubbing his eyebrows. As he lay in bed he realized that he had just allowed his sister to curl his hair and tweeze his eyebrows. He was wearing her pink pajama set, and he had pearl studs in his ears. Something wasn't normal. He just wasn't sure he cared.
Dressed and ready the next morning, he sat at his sister's vanity while she took down the rollers from his hair. After brushing it out, she parted it on the side so that it swooped down just over his forehead. When she was finished he sported a long wavy voluminous hairstyle similar to Selena Gomez. As he looked in the mirror, she waited anxiously for him to blow up on her, but all he said was, "I like it," so they grabbed their things and were out the door.
Once Leighton arrived at the shop, the usual routine followed. She complimented him on his hair, and gave him his outfit. He thanked her and made his way to the dressing room. He emerged wearing a pair of black Capri pants, a white sleeveless top, and a gray sweater, with a peter pan collar, and a single button at the top. Once he had the sweater on he noticed that the sweater only covered about ¾ of his arms, and that it only fell to his mid back. His hair was almost as long. He was holding a pair of black ballet flats, with little white bows on the toes.
"This outfit is kind of girly, don't you think?" He asked, approaching Lilly. "I mean, look at the bows on these shoes."
Making a somewhat serious face, Lilly placed her hand on Leighton's shoulder, and says, "I know girly hasn't been your thing, but I think it suits you. I think you would be happier if you allowed yourself to display the pretty girl inside you. I've been slowly gearing you up and every day you've seemed more confident. I'm just trying to help. Us girls have to stick together don't we?"
Leighton was stunned. You could have pushed him over with a feather; she thought he was a girl. He had been wearing girl's clothes. His family had seen him wearing girl's clothes. No wonder his sister had been having him do all those things, hair curlers; pajamas; and nail polish. He tried to find the words to explain it all away, but he couldn't, he didn't know what to do.
"Girls stick together," was the only response he could muster.
"Of course," she said taking his hand. "I was awkward an awkward teenager too, but now I'm hot shit," she said, giggling. "Why don't we just take it a little further today? See how pretty you really are."
She then took the quiet child by the hand, and led him to a nearby stool. Taking the shoes from his hand, she placed them on his feet, and went behind the counter to get her make up bag. She removed his glasses, and after taking in his fair skinned face, she decided the Leighton was the girl next door type, nothing too dramatic, just cute and lovable. After 20 minutes of powders and shadows, and mascara, and a little lip coloring she was finished. To top off her creation she placed a thick white head band with a large white bow in his hair. Reaching under his shirt she attached a white strapless gel bra around his chest. Finally she replaced his glasses, and pushed them up his nose into place. She took him by the hand and led him to the mirror. She smiled and said, "Tell me that's not a pretty girl."
The image was not what he expected. It was of a young girl, breast budding, cute face, button nose, beautiful eyes, and soft lips. She was not what you would call supremely sexy, just adorable. The kind of girl he thought he could fall in love with. He searched for the words to tell her, that he was not what he saw in the mirror, but was a boy. Almost a man, he opened his mouth, but all that escaped, was "I don't feel well, I need to go home." He then grabbed his purse and ran out the door.
Making his way down to express, couldn't help but take in his appearance, as he stared at every reflective surface. When he burst into the store almost crying his sister quickly sat him down. She went to the back, and told her boss she had a family emergency, and needed to leave for the day. Once they were in the car his outburst started.
"Why did you do this to me?" he cried. "I'm not supposed to look like this, I'm not supposed to be cute, This is all your fault!"
She yelled back, "I hate to break it to you sweetie, but you did most of this on your own. You never even really objected. You can't tell me you don't like the way you look. You just don't like the fact that you like it."
"I do like it. I never even thought about how I wanted to present myself before, but now that I am, this is what I want. But I wouldn't even want it if it wasn't for you, and that woman."
"From what you've told me, she was just trying to help, and you know what?
So was I, I think it's great that you are working. I think it's great that you've left the house. I think it's great that you don't look like trash right now. I think it's great you like the way you look. I think you're great, and you're finally showing it.
There's nothing wrong with being yourself, and I'd be lucky to have a pretty little sister like you."
The silence held for a few minutes until Leighton broke it. "You really think I'm pretty?"
With a kind look on her face, Cameron replied, "Of course I do, you're starting to give me a run for my money, at least before the raccoon eyes?"
With that Leighton burst into laughter. He really felt close to his sister, even more so now than ever.
Cameron's face lit up, an idea was brewing. "Screw going home, let's have a fun day as sisters. You can see if you really want this. We could get our hair done, go shopping, and talk about boys."
"I'm not sure I like boys, am I supposed to?"
"You're supposed to do whatever makes you happy. You can figure it out on the way. You've got all the time in the world."
"Okay. Let's go."
So they began their adventure. The first stop was Cameron's favorite salon. After being pampered for a few hours, he left with freshly repaired makeup, and longer red nails. He was also sporting freshly trimmed layered hair, and eyebrow length bangs, like Zooey Deschannel. Then they hopped from store to store demolishing most of Cameron's most recent paycheck. With a car full of shopping bags, as the symbol of a day well spent they finished the day with dinner. Leighton found it weird how the waiter kept calling him miss, but as the meal went on it felt right.
He was she; she was happy; she felt like herself.
As they opened the door to their house, their mom called out that she had good news, and to come to the living room. Standing up to greet her children her eyes scanned her new daughter Leighton, all the way from the bow in her hair to the bows on her feet, "Mom, we need to talk."
"I guess we do, sit down."
They talked for hours about the future. Leighton wanted to continue living as a girl. Cameron suggested Hormone therapy, so that when puberty finally did take hold it would go in a different direction, than nature intended. Ms. Johnson gave them the good news about a promotion at work, and that they'd be moving to the nicer part of town. Her new daughter could have a fresh start at a different school.
It looked like a lot of change was in the air for the Johnson family, but they were more supportive of each other, and happier than ever. They cried, and hugged, and talked, and laughed until they couldn't' stay awake any longer. Leighton retired to bed in her new nightgown, head full of curlers, and looked forward to what she hoped would be a better future.
The next morning Lilly looked out into the mall lobby as a confident young girl approached her store. She was wearing a white lace dress, gathered at the bust, a falling to mid thy length. She wore black thy high stockings leaving just a little skin exposed beneath the skirt. She was wearing a short denim jacket, over the top, and her feet were in a pair of black flats with bows at the toes, and her face had the cutest pink and black glasses. She knew those shoes. She knew those glasses. It was Leighton.
"Hi," the confident young girl greeted. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I just haven't been feeling myself lately, but I think I'm starting to. I hope I didn't ruin my chances to keep working here."
"That's okay. I've been there. I'm glad you took my advice and let the pretty girl out. I bet the boys have been all over you today."
"I've noticed a few looking, but they're not really what I'm looking for. It is flattering though, I don't really want to look like this for them. I want to look like this for me. Thank you for pushing me!" Leighton said, tears welling up.
They hug, and Lilly says, "Glad I could help. Anyway, we've got inventory today, and there's a whole lot of work I need to get done. I'm glad you're here. Let's get to it."
So the Johnsons moved to the other side of town. Leighton started her new high school. She wasn't the most popular girl. She was still kind of a dork, who loved her video games and anime, but she had friends. She met a lot of people who shared similar interest.
She even tried dating a boy, but after the goodnight kiss, she knew it wasn't for her. At an anime convention, while cosplaying as Haru Hara Haruko, she met another cosplayer dressed as Samaria Mamimi from the same anime, FLCL. Her name was Darla. They laughed and talked for hours, and even agreed to have lunch later on in the week. After getting together several times, Darla let it slip that she had a thing for trap manga that usually revolved around boys who lived as girls.
Once Leighton became comfortable enough with Darla, she let it slip that she had a little something extra. They found it amazing that they connected so well, and were falling in love, and that the attraction pieces of the puzzle so easily fell in place. The two have been together ever since.
After high school Leighton continued to work for Lilly, and when the business expanded, she was offered the job as general manager, of one of the newer opening stores. She was grateful to Lilly for giving her a life worth enjoying, and seeing potential in a scared teenager. Leighton had troubles and struggles. As she got older she felt the ache for motherhood. She and Darla wound up adopting a baby girl from China. As she looked into her babies face she thought, "This must be happily ever after."
A prank pulled by his sister starts a boy on a life changing journey.
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(Author's note: I am writing this at the age of 27, on Monday 26th March, 2018. While it might seem to be a far-fetched account, what you read is true. Everything happened. While I try to write an unbiased entry of my life, some of what I have written might sound biased. I shall leave you, the reader, to make up your own mind.)


It started when I was eleven years old, my fascination for girl's clothing and crossdressing that is. I remember watching my older sister Katie walk around in skirts, dresses, blouses, all clothing that was infinitely better than anything I wore. It looked nicer, and when I hugged Katie, her clothes felt nicer against my skin, a lot nicer. There were times when I was left on my own in the house; my parents were either at work or out for the afternoon, and my sister was visiting her friends. I had freedom of the house, and since my fascination started, I had only wanted to do one thing: try on my sister's clothing.

Many would have found it weird, an eleven year old boy wanting to try on girls clothing. I didn't really care at the time, I didn't know what kind of effects it would have on my future. At the time, when life seemed simple, I only saw it to be innocent curiosity that drove me to try on my sister's clothes. I didn't have any idea about the culture that followed it, I didn't know that men and women dressed in clothing of the opposite gender as a lifestyle choice, I would find that out much later in my life.
When I entered my sister's room, I had an idea of what it would be like. Pink, filled with girly things ranging from dolls to make up to posters of boy bands and actors. I was definitely mistaken. At the time my sister was sixteen and going through her GCSE's. Her room was painted a cream colour, very few posters decorated the walls, shelves were filled with books and not dolls, and she had a large wardrobe up against the wall. That was my first port of call. I opened it up, and was stunned to see everything hanging up so neatly. My sister was a bit of a neat freak, everything was out of place, and it was rumoured that she could see from first glance whether or not something was out of place. I always believed that Katie had some sort of second sight for these things. It was proved right when I was first caught by her. Coincidently, it was also the same day I started trying on girl's clothing.

When my parents and Katie had gone out, leaving me alone, I went into her room, and opened up Katie's wardrobe. I was instantly drawn to the dresses. She had a ankle length purple dress with straps. Now on Katie, it would have went down to her ankles, but when I tried it on, it went down to the floor, and even bunched up leaving a small tail of fabric. It didn't matter to me at the time; I simply stripped to my underwear and slipped the dress on over me. It didn't even need to unbutton the back of the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror that was placed on the inside of the door. My green eyes staring at the figure in the oversized dress. I felt the satin against my skin, and I liked it. I still looked like a little boy trying on adult clothes though, I had short brown hair back then, my parents choosing my hair cuts and how I looked for my time at school.
I was going to take the dress and hang it back up to try on another item of my sister's clothing when I heard the door open. Someone stepped inside, and I was unaware who it was until I Katie shout up to me.

"Rain! I'm home." she called out to me.

I guess you are wondering about my name. Yes, I am called Rain. My full name is Rain Alexander Edmonds. My sister is Katie Elizabeth Edmonds and my mother and father are called Rebecca and John Edmonds respectively. I don't know why my parents named me Rain, it wasn't to do with the weather, I was born on Saturday October 20th, 1990, and according to my parents and sister it was a sweltering hot day so how Rain came into the conversation is a mystery.

Anyway, back to the story.

When I found that my sister returned; the first thing that went through my mind was a close resemblance of the words "oh crap" ran through my mind. I still hadn't changed out of Katie's dress and my clothes were strewn over the floor. I was going to be found and instantly my mind told me to hide. I immediately jumped into the wardrobe, and closed the door behind me.
I remember that exact feeling when I was hiding from my sister. My heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to burst from my chest in a similar style to the Alien Quadrilogy. It would have solved some problems though, first off I would have been dead, and I wouldn't have to face my sister's wrath when she found I had tried on her clothes. She probably would have tried to resurrect my body and then kill me all over again for it.

"Rain, where are you?" I could hear Katie from outside the room, and I hoped she would think I was somewhere else. This was the moment I found my sister really did have a second sight. I overheard her muttering that she had shut the door to the bedroom before she left, and I foolishly left it open. She knew I would be in her room, and the fact that my clothes were left out for all to see didn't help that. "Come on Rain, I know you are in here. If you don't come out until the count of five then I will be forced to tell mum and dad." she stated with a calm and methodical voice. Katie didn't raise her tone, she didn't have to.

Knowing that Katie would tell our parents that I had been hiding in her room was really the only contributing factor of actually giving myself up. That and if I had continued to hide in her wardrobe, any chance of denying it would be useless considering I had left my clothes out. She started counting down, and I knew it was now or face the wrath of my parents. They would never have understood it back then, but it was likely that they had taken it down to a phase in growing up. The old 'curiosity killed the cat' saying. They would have forgotten it, and just told me never to do it again. I didn't even know how my sister would have reacted, but it didn't matter. I had to come clean and so, I pushed open the door to the wardrobe, and shuffled out into plain sight of my sister.

For a moment Katie was quiet, she just stared at me. I was expecting her to start shouting and screaming at me, ordering me out of the dress and to get changed.

I was definitely wrong.

Katie hugged me. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, a smile was on her face. I was dumbfounded, awestruck, amazed that I wasn't deaf from the screaming and shouting that I had originally expected. She in fact explained to me that she had really wanted a little sister instead of a brother. I didn't understand it at the time, but if I did fully take into account the words back then I might have been offended, but I knew she still loved me. Katie told me she was happy having a little brother, and when she saw me wear her dress, she actually liked it. Sure she was a bit annoyed that I tried her dress on without asking, but she didn't let it overshadow the clear fact we had just come closer together. I explained to her my reasons, why I was wearing her dress and hiding from her. The fact that I liked the look and feel of girl's clothing, and was curious to try something on. Katie asked me if I liked it, and I said yes. I truly did like wearing Katie's dress, and I told her that I wanted to try more clothes on.

What she did next definitely surprised me. She took the dress off me and hung it up, instructing me to get changed into my previous clothes. When I was finished, Katie told me to follow her down to the basement. Now at the time when I was eleven years old, I had in fact been scared of the basement. My grandfather told me stories of monsters in the basement, and I'm ashamed to say that I believed him to that point.
It turned out that our parents had kept boxes of old clothes going back the years. Every outfit of value and importance was sitting in the cases. My first football kit. Katie's first ballet outfit. Both mine and Katie's school uniforms from school. Our parents had the odd habit of sorting things out into boxes with the ages written on, and it actually helped Katie with what she was doing. My sister brought out a box of clothes from when she was eleven years old. That was a great year, apparently. My aunt and uncle got married, Katie finished primary school, she performed the lead role in a ballet recital of Swan Lake, and there was the first family vacation, a cruise to the Mediterranean.
The outfits were going to be for me. Katie explained to me that she had always wanted a younger sister so that she could have someone to practice giving make-overs, and dressing up. Now that she had found out I wanted to wear girl's clothing more, she explained to me that she was going to dress me up, and give me the make-overs she had wanted to give to a little sister. I was filling the shoes of being Katie's younger sister, even if it was only at random dates and times. It would only happen when the parents were out. We would have started that day, but unfortunately our parents had returned earlier than expected. It didn't matter to me, or to Katie though. It was the start of something new, a fun new experience that would bring us closer together as siblings.


The first time we had together was the following weekend. Our parents had been invited for a ball in London. Katie had managed to talk them into allowing her to stay and look after me, without the help of our grandparents. During the week, Katie was only at school for half of each day and had a day off on the Thursday. During that time she went shopping, and she purchased a wig, along with a few essential supplies. The Saturday that my parents left, we got started. I found out about the wig, it was a blonde wig in the style of a pixie cut.
At first I was nervous of what was going to happen to me. The first chance to dress up had been going through my mind, it caused me to loose track of my school work at some points during lessons. My parents weren't too pleased about it, but they just told me to pay attention at school. No one asked why I was distracted, something I was pleased to have avoided, but I could have easily used any excuse to get out of that. Luckily, the weekend came by quite quickly though, and soon, the Saturday my parents left for London came around, and Katie and I were left alone.
I thought we were going to start with what Katie called a 'dressing up session' straight away, but my sister had other ideas first. She told me to wait upstairs, and so I did. I sat for an hour playing computer games, at the same time I was getting anxious, I couldn't wait to try on the clothes, and when the time came, Katie called me down to the basement.

Katie had been busy; she moved things around, creating two separate areas. The first area consisted of an old vanity table that had taken Katie a great deal of time to move out, and to fix the vanity mirror back on. It was made of white wood, and it had sat in their parents bedroom before they replaced it with the current vanity mirror.
On top of that was numerous articles of make up ranging from false nails to false lashes, along with lipstick, mascara, eye liner pencils and eye shadow sets. Various blush colours were ready, and the contributing brushes. Numerous foundation tubs were waiting with cotton wall pads. Next to the mirror, was a bust of some persons head made from marble. According to Katie it was a very expensive piece in which they had to be careful. (Little did we realise that three years later, my dad would only go and break it while taking it to be appraised and possibly sold on.)
The second area was for dressing up. A clothing rack of all the outfits I would be trying on had been set up, with a dressing screen and a basket to put the clothing I had been wearing at the time. Nothing was spared, Katie had thought of everything for what they were going to do. She had prepared bottles of water and glasses, a few biscuits and some snacks, she had even brought the phone down into the basement so that if their parents phoned like they said they would, then  we wouldn't raise suspicion by being late to answer. (Our parents once scolded my aunt and uncle for not answering the phone by a certain time when they looked after me and Katie. It was purely because of the fact we had been sat out in the garden enjoying the sun.)

"What do you think?" Katie asked as she watched me walk on towards the vanity table, and then walk onto the rack of clothing that she had laid out. Katie had brought her bridesmaid dress out, the white gown with the green sash wrapped around the waist, tied in a bow behind, and the puffed sleeves. A pair of green flats had been brought to wear with them.
A pink gown with a darker pink sash, a dark pink rose attached to the front of the bodice and two strips of satin to wrap around the arms was hanging behind it. That had been Katie's gown when they went on the cruise.
Her school uniform: A red pleated skirt, white long sleeve blouse, knee high socks and a bow tie. (my sister went to an all girl's school that gave her more ideas than just being a make-up artist, but we'll get to that later.) Sitting at the bottom of the rack of clothes were a pair of black loathers that she wore. Quite cute, if I do say so myself. Slip ons with a bow at the front of both shoes.
The next outfit was a costume that Katie had purchased during the week of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. There wasn't another outfit hanging on the rack after the Belle costume, but according to Katie she was going to try and dig some more out for me, just to give an experience of wearing clothes other than those of a formal nature.
I was both happy and nervous by that fact. I would have been happy with just trying on the outfits Katie had prepared before hand. I knew what was coming, but hearing the prospect of something new being prepared gave me a small feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what to expect. Still, whatever was going to happen was happening because I wanted it to. My sister didn't have to force me, she didn't have to use blackmail or threaten to tell the parents.

The first part of the dressing up session was Katie sitting me down on the chair and getting to work. Katie worked on the foundation, covering my face and correcting the tone of my skin. Katie certainly was an expert at giving make overs. While she worked, Katie explained to me that she had volunteered to help out at her school during the past year with the drama department, helping out with the make-overs for every actress that was performing. Of course it was kept under wraps because of our parents, but I'm thankful that Katie actually kept up her make-up practice.

After about forty-five minutes of working on my make-up, I found myself looking like a little girl which I was stunned to see. I looked in the mirror and from that point on I was known as Rin (again, it's a strange name, I know. My sister liked to read fantasy novels, she still does.) and I was Katie's younger sister.
The next task for us both was to get me dressed. My sister took me behind the dressing screen where she... well I won't go into detail. You probably get the idea of what happened. I emerged moments later in white girl's underwear and a pink dressing gown. While I sat down and had a biscuit, Katie went on and prepared the first outfit. I was dressed up as Belle. Now that was a weird outfit.
Petticoats on first, all three of them. I could never understand how women could wear those things. The gown afterwards was made of satin, and actually quite comfortable against my own body. I was surprised it fitted me. While I was being dressed, my sister explained that she purchased the outfit for a twelve year old. It would be a better fit on me than that of an outfit for an eleven year old. I didn't understand it back then, but as time went on I came to understand that every outfit was different in terms of the body shape. The body structure between men and women are different, and so that while costumes will be the same age, the shape of the female outfit will not always fit the male body. (God I hope that made sense.)
The outfit had everything; the gloves, the shoes, even a wig, though we kept that off as it looked completely ridiculous. I wouldn't have looked like Belle. This wig was short, curled with ribbons in the hair and unfortunately very irritating. (Looking back on it, I think the wig was styled after the hair styles of Southern Belles of America and not Belle from Disney movie.)

That afternoon, I relaxed and took the weight of keeping my crossdressing secret off of my shoulders. I was happy, thankful that Katie was there with me, talking me through the stages of getting dressed up, the fabrics used to create every outfit and what they meant to me. Katie explained everything.
Amazingly, I was expecting something a little stranger and longer, but Katie dressed me in every outfit, explained what it included, and why they were being used and what for. A lot of it I had a vague idea, I remembered the cruise and what my sister had worn was for the formal evening dinners. That was just one of the gowns she wore, and as much as she looked, Katie couldn't find the other two evening dresses she wore, which, in all honesty wasn't much of a problem. I had tried on numerous clothes at that point and there were other times in the future that Katie and I did similar activities.
That weekend, I was stunned to be offered £50 to be dressed in whatever my sister dressed me in, and while I was expecting something very feminine and scary, it wasn't too bad. During the rest of the afternoon and the evening, I was dressed in something similar to my sister's old school uniform. A pink knee length skirt, white socks, pink trainers, a white long sleeve blouse and a denim waistcoat. That was before dinner, in which I was dressed in the bridesmaid dress that I had tried on a few hours before, and I slept in a set of baby blue footsie pyjamas. Amazing, one evening, a night and a morning of being dressed up by my sister and I earned £50 from it. I didn't tell anyone about it until I was seventeen years old and part of a college LGBT group. It was discussed between myself and my friends.

The next morning, we found our parents wouldn't be back until later that evening, so it gave Katie enough time to set everything right. She cleared all of the make-up, and I helped with clearing up the basement, even while wearing my sister's chosen outfit. We got through the clean up, and I was back into my original jogging bottoms and t shirt by 4 that afternoon. Our parents returned an hour later, and they were none the wiser.


That was my first experience in girl's clothing, and it happened more and more, every time my parents were out, when they went out for an evening, when they went on holiday or to a friend's party out of the city that they chose to stay at a local hotel. Katie always managed to talk my parents into letting us stay to keep an eye on me, and every time we dressed up. Over the months the costumes became different, from various Disney princesses, to more formal dresses that Katie had managed to rent from the costume shop that was a short distance away from where we lived. Katie and I had never been closer with the experience we shared. She got the chance to practice her make-up and I was able to dress up.

I thought it would have been a simple phase that every person went through. They develop a curiosity towards something. I had friends that took up smoking in secondary school, drinking, some had even taken drugs and ended up in prison (Okay so that last example might not be the clearest, but you get the idea, people change, and those that did end up in prison didn't re-offend... as far as I'm aware). Little did I realise that crossdressing was going to be a major part of my life, and it would change everything.
Well, the first part of my three part crossdressing story, and my first attempt at writing in the first person point of view. I'm hoping it has gone well, and I guess only the readers can tell me that. Anyway, this is an account of a fictional character that shares a few similarities.

This is a story, with an idea of how I wished my life could have been. I won't deny, I often wish I had an older sister. In this story, there are some elements that link me with the character of Rain, but for the most part this is an entirely fictitious portrayal of my life.

I hope you enjoy it, and remember, comments are always appreciated.
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Gothic Love Doll

Derek was attending his High School and was moving along the hall's as he always done everyday until one day he saw a strange looking girl. She was in a frilly outfit with thick amounts of makeup applied to her and had a tiny frilly head piece on her head. Derek couldn't keep his eyes off her as she was suddenly approached by two football players."hey their freak show, wanna date for the dance", one of the bulking behemoths said to her. Derek walked along and interrupted them, "Hey leave her alone you jock freaks", he said without regard. They shoved him into the lockers and they walked off. The girl was standing around and was staring at Derek who was in pain. When he got back up it was time for lunch and he headed into the lunchroom. "Hmm I wonder where she sits", he thought to himself.
After lunch he attended the rest of his classes and as the bell rang for dismissal he saw the girl in a crowd, as she was easy to spot. "Hey", he tried to yell to her but she turned and walked away and left the schoolyard. He followed her secretly at least a block behind to not raise suspicion. "She can't live this far out", he thought as he saw her entering an old theater that seemed abandoned. "Huh...I wonder what she does in there?", he asked himself as he walked even closer and peeked inside the building and walked inside and tried to remain out of sight. He looked around for a few minutes and couldn't find her. "Hmm Where could she be, I just saw her walk in", he said in a low voice and looked around the nice looking old theater. "Guess they used this place for plays", he said. Suddenly a voice comes out "Yes it was and every seat was full every night." He turned to where the voice came from and walked towards it "hello...who's there", he said in a weary tone. Suddenly the Gothic girl came out of the darkness and greeted him. "Hello, how may I help you?", she said in a soft gentle voice. He looked at her and was blushing at her Gothic beauty. She walked over to him and looked at his frail and weak looking body. "Were you following me?", she asked. He was nervous and responded, "Yeah, I wanted to make sure non of those jock A-holes stalked you and tried to do something bad with you." She giggled and walked to the stage. "And so what are you doing in this theater, are you curious about me from earlier",she said in a more seductive tone. He blushed heavily again and followed her up to the stage. "so uh would you like to go with me to the dance?", he said with a slight joy in his voice. She looked at him again. "you do seem perfect for it, I will go with you on one condition, you help with me something here?", she asked him. Derek immediately nodded his head and said yes. "Good, now come with me in the back", she said as she went back into the darkness.
Derek was delayed for a quick second and followed her into the darkness and walked around til he found a lit room. He walked to it and saw massive amounts of costumes and wardrobes full of various items used in the theater days. "Whoa, a lot of stuff here, it looks brand new.", he said in awe and suddenly looked around for the girl. "Hey I never got your name?", he said. "It's Shannon", her voice said behind him. He turned around and suddenly she blew a strange powder into his face. "Ahhhh what the hell is this stuff", he coughs to her. Suddenly his body become straight and he remained motionless. "Whats happened to me", he moaned in pain. She giggled and grabbed a pair of scissors and removed his shirt and clothing. "It's a special powder than makes your muscles tight and straight like a doll. "You think because I'm a Gothic looking girl, you could hit on me easily", she said with a grin. He looked at her as she finished cutting his underwear off and he stood before her completely nude. He was blushing from the embarrassment.
She goes away and returns from the racks of clothing and brings over an assortment of clothing. "Your gonna be my pretty experiment, your gonna be a Goth dolly and we will go to the dance as a Goth couple", she giggled as she tossed me black frilly panties. "but first" she said as she put my private parts in an artificial vagina. "There now no-one will know your a boy", she giggled as his body suddenly put on the black frilly panties. Tears were starting to well up as she came back and breast-forms. "We need you to be sexy and busty", she said as she applied glue to the back of them and pushed them on my chest and they adhered slowly as she put on a matching frilly bra. "Please stop this, I didn't mean to bother you like that, I thought you were cute and would've given me a chance.", he begged her as she came over and pulled a corset over his lower body and pulled tight to give him a perfect hour glass figure. "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHH", she said as she tightened and tied it so he could remove it. She lifted each leg and pulled up long pantyhose up to his panties and clipped them on. Slowly he was changing from a frail boy but into a gothy girl. "Come on body, let me go PLEASE", he tried to yell but he's vocal chords were ceasing up. She was giggling as she then came over and brought him a black and hot pink frilly ruffled dress for him to wear. She pulled his arms up and he wasn't able to fight back as the dress was place over him. "there all nicely dressed. Now for your make-up", she giggled as she took him by the arm and sat him on a chair. "Lets see, ah here we go", she said as found pink and black nail polish, she applied the pink to his right fingers and black on his left fingers. She applied thick amounts of white powder to his face and began on his face. She applied thick amounts of blackish red lipstick, dark blue mascara, and thick eyelashes. "THERE YOUR ALL PRETTY MY LITTLE DOLLY", she yelled with joy. She turned him to the mirror and he was in awe by his new look.
"OH silly me, I forgot your pretty hair", she said as she went over and found the wig and place copious amounts of glue into it and placed it firmly on his head and applied some colored streaks and put the hair in pigtails. "What did you do to me", he said but in a lighter tone. His vocal chords were changed by the powder and gave him a more feminine voice. "Now its time for the dance", she said and took him by the arm and walked with him back to the school. They arrived and everyone was in awe by the 2 Goth lolita's. "Hey there cutie, wanna dance", a guy came over and asked the new made goth girl. He tried to say no but was taken into the dance floor. Shannon was watching her dolly dancing and gave a grin as she knew that her dolly's new life was about to begin. Suddenly she saw the boy kissing her dolly and Shannon gave out a loud laugh. "HAHAHA, well won't he be surprised by whats gonna happen later tonight when I let them go home together. As the dance ended she told the boy to he can take her friend with him and she saw her dolly being walked away with a hand cupping the dolls rear. She giggled and was approached by another boy. "h-hello, may I have this last dance?", the boy asked nervously. She looked at him and grinned "sure, but on one condition"

The End
Something new for TG fans. thanks for bringing me back to this dmg01
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