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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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I was getting bored. Kristen and I were watching a movie at her house. She was enjoying the movie, but I couldn't care less about Brad's latest sex flair. Then she sighed.

"Whats wrong?"

"Oh... nothing."

"Tell me"

"I just don't understand where this is going."

"Where what is going?"

"Us! Where is this relationship headed? We just watch movies on Friday nights and text. Do you even love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you! Where is this coming from?"

I was getting nervous, I didn't know why she suddenly was in a temper tantrum, but I was afraid it was going to end with the end of our relationship, and I didn't want that.

"Its coming from the fact that we never have any fun! Why don't we have fun like we used to?"

"Well, we can have fun! What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, just something we could both enjoy together!"

"This is obviously coming from somewhere, what is it that you were thinking about?"

"Ok well there is one thing that I wanted to try.... but I'm not gonna tell you what it is."


"I want it to be a surprise! Ok sit down in that chair over there."

I sat down in one of her big cushiony chairs. It always made you sink about half a foot into the cushions.

"Ok, do you promise you will go along with this?"

"You didn't tell me what it is we were doing."

"So is that a no?"

I was willing to do anything to save the relationship.

"No, its a yes. I'll do what you want."

She looked absolutely giddy.

"Yay! Ok, wait here!"

She came back with some black leather thing.

"Stand up!" she said with a smile.

I stood up and she turned me around, then she told me to put both my hands behind me back and clasp my fists together. I did. She took the black leather thing, and slid it up both my arms. Then she did something I couldn't see, and told me to try to move my hands. But I couldn't. My hands were tightly stuck inside the leathery object. I looked into the full length mirror that they had in their living room, and I saw with horror what she had put on me. It was a black, leather mono-glove arm binder. I couldn't move my arms at all. Then suddenly, she pulled out a knife from the kitchen, and started to cut off all of my clothes and underwear. Soon, I was completely naked in front of Kristen.

"He he and now for the fun part!"

"What are you doing!?"

"Uh uh uh! You said you would go along with it! Now where did I put my... oh! Here it is!"

She had a pink corset in her hand, and she walked over to me, and fitted it around my torso. Then she pulled the string super tight, until I couldn't breathe, and then she started tying the laces together, until she let go and I was completely suffocated. Then she got a chair and hung a thick piece of rope from the ceiling fan. The string had a hook on the end of it, and I was afraid of where this experience was headed. She placed a pink lacy neck brace around my neck, and then she stood me on the chair. hen she hooked the neck brace on to the rope, and pulled the chair away. It didn't break my neck, because the neck brace was covering a large area of my bones. But I was just hanging there, completely vulnerable, only able to swing my legs around wildly. I was at about her height, my feet inches from the ground. Then she pulled out a pink pair of panties and slipped them on me. It felt silky smooth, and somewhat comforting, but at the same time constricting; they kept my dick firmly in place. Then she grabbed multiple rolls of duct tape, and started to roll it around my body. She started at the top of my shoulders, and rolled it around the torso and arms. She continued to go around and around me with the tape as she moved farther down my body. Shen she got to my butt, she grabbed both of my legs and pulled them back behind me, so they were pointing straight up at the ceiling. My lower legs were parallel with my upper legs, and she started to wrap tape around them too! Once she was done, I was completely covered in silver tape, and about 2 feet shorter then normal, as I lost all the height of my lower legs.

"What is the point of this!?" I screamed

"Oh, you'll see soon enough!"

She pulled out the scissors again, and cut a hole in the front and the back of the tape-suit she had created.

"These are holes so you can go to the bathroom."

"What?! You're just going to leave me here forever!?"

"Not quite... he he he"

Then she had these plastic arms and legs. She used super glue to glue them onto my now wormlike body. Once the glue was dry, and it wasn't possible to take off the plastic limbs, it looked like I was human again, a Human wearing an ugly gray speedo. Then she glued a plastic doll mask onto my face. It was already made up with tons of heavy makeup. It was smiling and had a small hole in the mouth. She grabbed a large petticoat and put it on me. Then she fitted another corset on, and then a bra, which she stuffed with multiple large socks. I was turing into a girl. Then she took a large fluffy pink  lacy dress and put it on me, and zipped it up in the back. Then she put a little bit of glue on the zipper. Then she took a giant blonde wig and glued it on to the top of my head. The wig was even complete with a pink bow.

"He he! I think you're done! Look!"

She put the mirror in front of me, and I looked, horrified, at what she had made me. I looked like I was a life sized doll. Then, completely unexpectedly, I felt a large sharp pain in my shoulder.


"Just one last final touch... This is a paralyzer. You will not be able to move at all. Not your head, or you neck, or your body... forever."

I could feel it kicking it, I felt a tingling sensation running down my boy. And then nothing. I couldn't feel anything. She unhooked me from the ceiling, and cleaned up the room after setting me down against the cushions sitting up so I could watch her. Then she Picked me up and carried me upstairs to her room. She but me on top of a tiny, pink fluffy training toilet that was built into the floor of her room.

"You will be sitting her for the rest of your life. I have a feeding tube, and will be feeding you twice a day through it. You can still go to the bathroom, so thats why you're sitting here. I will empty the toilet once a day, and you will sit here and look pretty for anyone who comes into my room! I hope you like it here! You'll be staying for a while!"

She walked to the doorway, turned out the light, blew me a kiss, and shut the door. It was dark, and I got lonely, but I couldn't move. I was stuck as a doll forever.
Based off of Doll Assembly Instructions by Xanderchan

Didn't expect it to get done so fast! :) Hope everyone enjoys it. Post a comment and follow if you want more!

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One-Handed Reading: Sissy Shopping Story (TG)

"Can I help you find anything?"

The salesgirl's voice startled me a little. I turned and smiled at her, then held up the two tops I had been debating over, one in each hand.

"Actually, yes, you can," I answered, still smiling. "I can't decide which of these to get. Maybe you can help me decide?" The salesgirl nodded and turned her eyes to the shirt I I held out first.

"This one?" I inquired.

It was a lavender stretch shirt, princess seamed with three-quarter sleeves ending in cute turned back cuffs. I already had one similar to it in white, except this one had the longer, more pointed style of collar.

"Or, this one?" I held the second one out for her to see clearly.

This one was a very cute hot pink knit top in a cotton-lycra blend. Very stretchy and form fitting. It, too, had the popular three-quarter sleeves, but these ended in a one-inch ruffle. The neckline was scooped, though not deeply.

"They are both very contemporary styles, ma'am, and either would look fantastic on you!" the salesgirl enthused. I knew she was going to say something like that. I wanted to coax her into doing it so I could drop my surprise on her, see if she really wanted to make a sale or not.

"Oh, it's not for me," I said, shaking my head. Her eyes got a knowing look, thinking, I'm sure, I was going to say it was for a friend or relative. She was right, but not the way she imagined.

"They're for my brother."

The salesgirl's eyes widened in confusion as she turned her head and followed my arm that now pointed at my younger brother standing slightly behind a nearby clothes rack. His face was flushed in humiliation.

"You… You're going to make him look like… like a girl?" the salesgirl stammered, looking back at me. Her eyes kept darting back to my mortified brother. She looked like she was trying to keep from laughing in shock or amusement.

"No," I answered casually. "He's going to be dressed like a sissy boy. I want everyone to know that he's just a boy in girl's clothes. At least when they see him up close."

My brother turned an even deeper shade of crimson and hung his head in shame. The salesgirl's head swept back and forth between him and I, trying to figure out if this was a joke being played on her or something for real.

"You're serious?" she asked. I nodded gravely. "Why are you doing this to him? I mean, did he do something bad to deserve this or what?"

I motioned my brother to come over and stand next to me. He shuffled over, head still bowed. I placed a finger under his chin and forced him to lift his head.

"He is a bully sometimes," I told her. "He doesn't usually use physical force on anyone, but he seems to dearly enjoy verbally teasing and insulting others. Especially boys who are smaller than him. He calls them 'sissy' and 'pantywaist'." The salesgirl was nodding in understanding as I spoke. "Even girl's get unmercifully teased by him; pulling their hair or making fun of what they are wearing. Isn't that right, Chris?"

I looked hard at my blushing brother. He shrugged a little, but looked even more scared as he saw the salesgirl was glaring at him.

"So, our mother decided he should see how it feels and left it up to me to make sure he does," I looked smug. "This is my solution."

The salesgirl muttered how she couldn't stand bullies when she was in school and thought this was a great way to get one back, all the while glaring at Chris.  She turned to me and said she'd be happy to help. I was relieved, glad she didn't freak out.

She brought my attention to the clearance sign on the rack I had taken the two tops from. Fifty percent off. She said I could get him both for what I was figuring on paying for one, now. I beamed and thanked her, handing the two tops to Chris to carry.

"We have some really cute skirts I bet he'll be so embarrassed to wear!" the salesgirl gushed, getting into it. I shook my head, though.

"No. Not right now, anyway. Only girls wear skirts and he isn't going to be a girl. Just a sissy. I'd like to find him jeans or shorts. Something girlish, though. He'll only wear skirts for special things." My brother looked sharply at me when I said that. The salesgirl giggled and seemed to think for a moment.

"We have a few things that may be just what you're looking for," she said brightly.

"Great!" I beamed back. "Tell you what, you find something for him to match the pink top. I want him to try it on before we buy it, if that's ok?" She said it was fine; no one was using the fitting rooms now so it shouldn't be problem.

"Good," I smiled, turning to Chris. "Go try on the pink top and whatever bottoms she hands you. Do you understand?"

He nodded slowly, face still red, and trudged off towards the fitting rooms. The salesgirl, Judy I now noticed her name tag read, turned to me.

"What about a bra to fill it out a little?" She asked.

"No," I chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I want him flat-chested. Fifteen-year-old girls would have some development by now, but like I said, I don't want him to look totally like a girl. Besides, he's already wearing a pair of pink satin panties that don't fit me anymore. You should have heard him holler when I made him put them on before coming here!" We both laughed.

Judy went off to get the item she had in mind for Chris while I rummaged through a few more of the racks, looking for other things for him to wear. A short time later, I had found a couple more outfits I thought would be cute for him and headed towards the fitting rooms.

Judy was waiting outside of them for me. She grinned from ear to ear as I walked up and placed my other selections on the counter.

"I had to help him get dressed in what I picked," she told me, conspiratorially winking. "I saw the panties. Very cute!" She giggled. "Are you ready to see him?"

I smiled and said yes. Judy stuck her head in the archway and called for Chris to come show us his cute new clothes. He came shuffling out, still red in embarrassment and with his head hung low.

"Oh, that's just adorable on him!" I almost squealed when I saw him. "Excellent choice."

He stood there in the pink knit top. The ruffled sleeves ended just below his elbows. The cotton-lycra  clung to him well, seeming to emphasize his very boyish chest, as opposed to enhancing the small breasts a girl his age might have had. The scoop neck made this contrast even more noticeable as well as making his boyish face and hair very obvious.

Judy had even placed two small, pink barrettes in his hair on the left, much like a girl would wear. Yet it did little to make his hairstyle seem very feminine. I loved it. But I loved what else she had picked out for him even more.

It was a pair of dark blue denim capris. The legs ended just at mid calf and had a bright pink flower pattern at the hem, fading upwards for about six inches. The capris looked like they might be a bit stretchy as they were a bit form fitting from his waist to crotch. It made the fact he was a boy even more prominent since no effort had been made by him to hide his genitals. A small, very un-girlish bulge made that all too evident on the flat front.  I could see they were back zipped, too.

I looked to Judy and gave her a quick hug.

"That is sooo perfect," I was grinning at how boyishly sissy Chris looked. "I'll take it! Ring them up with the other stuff, please." Chris' head snapped to look at the small pile of clothes on the counter, trying to figure out what was up there.

"Go put your sneakers back on, Chris," I told him sweetly. "And, put the clothes you wore before into a bag." His eyes got wide, realizing I wasn't letting him change out of the cute capris and top outfit.

"After I finish paying Judy, and since you have not given me much trouble so far today, we can go to the arcade so you can play a few games and say hello to your friends before we get you some shoes to go with that!" I smiled as he looked about to faint…

I honestly do not recall if I ever posted this anywhere before now. I know I have sent it to one or two people as a goodie present.

Oh, well, yet another tale of the eponymous Chris in yet another incarnation in another situation with the same humiliations.

EDIT: Oh yeah! I posted a long time ago as "The Shopping Trip". D'oh!

Nothing new or ground-breaking here. Just a one-handed fantasy story.

I do recall I had a second chapter in mind, but i never got around to writing it. Or made notes. I don't really recall what it involved but it was not a direct followup at the shoe store or arcade. Hmmmm, maybe it'll come to me.


And clean up afterward, dammit! The floor's getting tacky.

Like my jokes. >_>

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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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    "Kiss my butt." One of the girls said, laughing. I didn't do anything. "I think she told you to do something." Becka said, narrowing her eyes at me. I reluctantly knelt down behind the girl, and kissed her on the rear while her shorts were on. Everyone laughed.
    "Did you like that?" Becka asked me, smiling. "Y...yes mam." I said, then I put my hand up to my mouth. My voice was all of the sudden very high pitched and girly sounding. I then realized the metal choker around my neck had moved my voice box, forcing me to talk in a high voice. The girls laughed again.
    "Aren't you so happy you are our little sissy toy now?" Becka asked, and I shakily said no. "Would you like us to demonstrate one of the punishments?" Becka said, and took a large dildo out of her pocket. My eyes opened wide, "Yes, I am happy." I said, and curtsied. "Good." She said, and put it back in her pocket.
    I went through an entire day of endless servant work, and lessons on how to be a 'good sissy'. When it was night time, I was taken to Becka's room, and a chain was latched to the neck choker, and the other end of the chain was attached to the ceiling. "That's so our sissy won't escape." They shut the door, leaving me on the bed, tied to the ceiling.
    The next didn't start off too well either. "Today is the last day my friends can sleep over, but that doesn't mean they can't still hang out!" Becka told me as she opened the door that morning. I was forced back to the living room.
    "We have some lessons planned for you today. First will be high-heel training, then will be corset training, and then a special training." Becka said. I was then quickly pushed into the workout room, over by the treadmill.
    The same chain from the night before was hooked onto the panties under the dress, and the other end was hooked to the ceiling again. "You walk as long as needed, and if you trip, you will get a nice wedgie." Becka smiled, and then a blindfold was tied around my eyes. I felt the treadmill turn on, and instantly the treadmill started moving about five miles per hour. I forgot that I still had the six inch high heels locked on my feet, and I was forced to start walking at a very fast pace. The girls laughed at my predicament, and no one made any notion of helping me.
    Soon I began to hear no noises, as if everyone had left, and yet still the treadmill kept going, and my feet were starting to hurt. I tripped, and instantly I was caught by the chain, giving me a huge wedgie, and I quickly found my footing again.
    At least two hours passed before I finally felt the treadmill turn off, and my feet felt like they were on fire. "Time for corset training!" The blindfold was left on, and I was sat down on the floor after the chain was removed. I heard the giggling of girls again, which meant they had returned. "All sissies know that a corset is an important part of a girly girl's life!" Instantly, a corset was put around my stomach. "Alright girls, I'm going to go prepare the special training, have at it." The girls excitingly took hold of the strings, and began to pull like no tomorrow. My breathing didn't exactly happen, and my pain grew worse.
    Another half hour or so of this, and they finally stopped, and I heard Becka come back in. "Alright, it is time for the special training!" The girls all giggled.

To be continued for one or two more parts.
Part 2!!
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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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It was the middle of summer and both of my parents were going away for the weekend leaving me behind. Being 13 years old my parents didn't want me staying home alone so I was to spend the weekend at a babysitters house.

On Friday I was dropped off at the babysitters house ready to stay the next 2 days until Sunday. I watched my parents drive away as I knocked on the door to be greeted by the babysitter. The door was answered by a young woman probably in her early 20's, she said her name was Amy and revealed that 2 of her cousins we're also staying over during my stay. I was brought inside where I met Katie (14) and Lucy (15), Amy explained that I will be sleeping in Lucy's room on the spare bed. As this was said I saw Lucy frown at the idea, but she didn't say anything. I was told by Amy that she would usually babysit people much younger than me, as she showed me the room that they would stay in. The room was complete with a babies crib, changing table, play pen and plenty of diapers and clothes.

I'm quite a shy person and both of Amy's cousins kept to themselves for most of the day. At around 8 o'clock I heard the phone ring, after a couple of minutes Amy told us that she had to go to the hospital she said it was an emergency. She told Katie and Lucy that they were in charge until she came back. And with that she said her goodbyes hoping to be back by morning. As the door shut both girls returned to their rooms, I went back into the living room and continued to watch TV. After half an hour I noticed my bags sat in the corner of the room full of my clothes. I grabbed them and thought I'd bring them upto Lucy's room where i'll be sleeping for the weekend.

I walked upstairs and saw a bright pink door with 'LUCY' written across it in white lettering. The door was shut and I could hear both girls talking amongst themselves behind it. I knocked on the door and walked inside, Katie and Lucy were sat on each bed. "You know you're not sleeping in here, right?" Said Lucy as she saw me walk in with my bags. "Where else is there to sleep?" I replied in confusion. "Didn't Amy show you the room that gets used when she babysits?". "But that rooms for babies". "Amy left both of us in charge whilst she's gone. And your the one being babysitted, so you'll be treated like one". And before I could respond both girls jumped on top of me and dragged me into the baby room.

As soon as we reached the baby room Lucy and Katie stripped me completely of my clothes and threw them in the bin. To stop me from escaping Katie sat on top of me, she was on the larger side and was really heavy. A pacifier was forced in my mouth and taped shut to cover my cries for help. Katie began to play with my hair as she was sat on me and soon managed to part it down the middle and put it in 2 pigtails either side of my head. They were held on with pink ribbons, Lucy joined in and started to curl the pigtails into ringlets. Blush was applied to give me rosie cheeks and mascara to add to my misery. I've never felt so helpless as both girls giggled away. Lucy emerged with a bottle of pink nail polish and started working away at my fingers and toes.

Katie continued to sit on top of me and I saw Lucy walk away into the corner of the room. My view was blocked by Katie as I felt talcum powder being sprinkled onto my groin and bottom soon followed by a diaper. Lucy began to look through the wardrobe but couldn't seem to find anything to fit me, I saw her walk out of the room to find something. As Lucy was gone Katie began to talk to me, "Awww don't worry little baby, you'll soon be dressed and ready to play!". Lucy poked her head around the corner of the door, "Guess what I found ?". I could only look on in despair. She walked in with the pinkest, frilliest, girliest dress you could ever think of. The dress was long sleeved and went down to your knees, it was covered in lace and tied at the back in a bow (IMAGE OF DRESS IN DESCRIPTION). Lucy and Katie slid the dress over my head and completed the dress with pink tights and white feminine shoes. "I have some handcuffs in my room, we could use them to keep princess where we want her". "Good idea, I'll go and get them". Lucy cuffed my hands behind my back and my legs together too.

"That's it we're all done" announced Lucy. Katie moved from on top of me and picked me up, she carried me into her room and stood me up in front of her. "Are you ready to see how adorable you look?", I was turned around and faced the full length mirror. My heart sank as I saw my reflection, I couldn't believe what they've done to me. My hair was in curly pigtails and a pacifier forced into my mouth, not to mention the dress! Both girls burst out laughing and could hardly control themselves. Katy lifted up the dress exposing a white fluffy diaper with Disney princess printed on the front and back, I've never felt so humiliated. Katie carried me downstairs and placed me in the living room.  Lucy took a photo of me, "unless you want this to go on Facebook you'll do as we say, got that!?" I nodded my head. "Good girl, now we will untape your mouth but you must not speak a word or attempt in anyway to escape".

My mouth was untaped and I was uncuffed. Lucy applied bright red lipstick to my lips and handed me a pink pacifier. "You will suck on you pacifier at all times, I don't want to hear a single word come from your mouth. If I do, I'll be uploading that photo onto your Facebook profile." With that said I put the pacifier in my mouth and did as I was told. Just as I did Katie approached me and told me to take the pacifier out of my mouth and smile, Lucy took another photo. "You look like your enjoying it in this photo, all the more reason to obey". Both girls giggled away as they showed me the photos, I looked just like a little girl only bigger. "You need a name" Katie said, "How about Jeniffer?". Katie's eyes lit up "Abigail, you're name is Abigail". "That's perfect, it's very girly and feminine. You look like an Abigail".

I was handed a baby bottle full of milk and was told that I can only drink from a baby bottle or not at all. As the night went on I tried to resist the urge but my mouth became too dry and I had to take a drink. Both girls watched on as I removed my pacifier and started to suck on the baby bottle and drink the milk. "Awww is Abigail thirsty? That's a big girl drinking some milk all by yourself". I finished the milk and put the pacifier back in my mouth, I looked over at them and frowned. "Abigail! What did you just do! How dare you frown at me! Do you want the world to know your little secret? I thought not. Now be a good girl and show us how happy you are. Stand up, take your pacifier out of your mouth and I want you to curtesy and smile for us". I did as they asked and couldn't feel more embarrassed and humiliated. As I did Lucy took another photo to add to the collection.

"Abigail, I think it's bedtime" said Katie, "Come on let's get you ready for bed". I was led upstairs back into the baby room, Lucy began to undress me until I was standing in just a diaper. Once again she took a photo of me, "Your such a princess! I can't believe you don't do this full time! If I looked as cute as you I'd want to look like that forever!". Katie walked into the room with a pink hello kitty onesie, she dressed me and zipped it up at the back. It was tight and quite difficult to move in, I'm pretty sure even if I was allowed to I couldn't get out of it without help. Katie put me in the crib and then turned on the baby monitor, she tucked me into the pink sheets and said "If we here you trying to get up and get out you know what will happen, I'll see you tomorrow Abby". I was told to shut my eyes, I heard Lucy take another photo and then the lights went out and I heard the door lock. As I led there I could hardly believe how or even why I was in this situation, lying in a babies cot wearing a diaper, a girls pink hello kitty onesie with my hair in pigtails and a pacifier in my mouth. I couldn't bring myself to even imagine what tomorrow had install for me.

"Good morning Abigail" Lucy said softly, I opened my eyes to see a group of at least 5 girls looking down over the crib smiling at me. "Awww well done Abby you managed to keep your pacifier in all night! I'm sooo proud of our little girl! Awww don't be shy sweetie I guess your alittle confused why we have some friends round. Well Amy called earlier and a close friend of hers has had a heart attack, so she'll be keeping her company until she recovers. So to help out she's allowed us to have a few friends stay over". "You look very cute and comfortable in your crib Abby but I think it's time we get you up and ready for the day". To my shame I was lifted out of the crib by Katie in front of a giggling audience of girls I was taken into the bathroom where I was greeted by a bath that'd already been filled for me. The girls unzipped me from the onesie and put me into the warm bath, shampoo was massaged into my hair and rinsed out. I got out of the bath smelling of flowers feeling very feminine.

I was dried off with a towel and was taken into Lucy's room. "Hmmmmm what should Abby wear today?" Said Lucy. All the girls started looking through the wardrobes and draws, every few moments each girl held up an outfit against me. "Ooooh look what I found" one of the girls squealed. I turned my head and to my horror a saw her holding a bright pink frilly tutu. "That's perfect!". "Do you want to be a ballerina Abigail?". "Of course she does! every little girl wants to be a ballerina! lets make her dreams come true!". The girls laughed amongst themselves. The girls came towards me and started to dress me, I was completely helpless. Another princess diaper was put on me with pink ballet tights put on after, soon followed by the tutu. The ballet shoes were next and tied up my legs, the girls slipped my hair into a tidy bun. I looked in the mirror and looked just like a ballet dancer, I was handed a pacifier which I put in my mouth much to the girls amusement. All the girls huddled around me and took a group photo.

We went downstairs and all sat in the living room. "Look how happy she looks". "Give us a twirl Abigail". I stood and gave my best ballet dancer impression, "Pretty princess" one of the girls shouted out. Lucy left the room for a second and came back with a high chair, I sat inside it and was locked in. A plate of baby food was given to me, I had no choice to eat it. I was left in the high chair and yet another photo was taken. The girls said that they were going to go out for a short while, they put me into a play pen and put Cinderella on the TV.

Whilst the girls had gone out I needed the toilet really badly, I was very tempted to get up and just goto the toilet but the risk of getting caught was too strong so to my sorrow I went in the diaper. I was sat in a soggy wet diaper for probably about an hour before they returned. "Hello Abby! We've been shopping for you! Look what we've got." Lucy held up a pacifier and threw it to me, I looked at it and saw it had "Abigail" written across it in bright pink. To keep her happy I put it in immediately. She also held up a pink onesie that also had "Abigail" written across the front. In all of the girls excitement I had to find a way of telling them I've got a wet diaper, I started to make small noises looking down towards my soiled diaper. "What's that Abby? Are you trying to tell us something? Have you get a wet diaper?". I was lifted up and put on the changing table. "Awww little baby" said one of the girls. I was changed and put into my new onesie. As the day came to an end I was put back into the crib and kissed to sleep by each girl. "Goodnight baby Abigail".

I was woken the next morning by the girls. "Hello Abby, you've got to go home today, it's a shame I know but all good things have to come to an end at some point". I was very happy to know soon it will all be over and I could go back to living my life. Once again I was bathed by the girls and dried off. "Because you'll be getting picked up soon we'll allow you to wear some of the clothes that you've packed. But so you can savour and enjoy the rest of the day we'll put you in a diaper under your clothes". I couldn't  believe it, I'd have to wear a diaper under my regular clothes until I get home. What if I get caught? What do I say?. The diaper was put on me and I was dressed in my regular clothes for the first time since Friday. I was told to keep the pacifier in until my parents arrived.

It's safe to say that when that doorbell rang it was the happiest moment of my life. I managed to get home and get the diaper off before anyone could notice. That was without a doubt the worst weekend I have ever experienced, and I sincerely hope that its the last time I have to get looked after by a babysitter.
Just a short story complete fiction (unfortunately)

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Miles, Charlie and Alex were all big kids. Despite all being 17 years old, they all loved kid's films from companies like Dreamworks and (especially) Disney. As soon as the news that there were a job placements opening as Disneyland Orlando, they all immediately applied.

After an unnerving interview, all 3 were told that they had got jobs. However, as many people had applied, they would all have to be female characters or nothing. The were told that if they accepted, Miles would be Minnie (a great honour for him), Charlie would be Cinderella and Alex would be Princess Aurora (which he knew to be Sleeping Beauty). Naturally, being obsessed with Disney, all three agreed to dress up as their designated character.  

As a special "warming present" to joining the team, each one was allowed one free item from a cheep Disney shop in "The Magic Kingdom". To get into role, they each chose the adult costume of their characters.

The next day, when Miles was at home alone, he called up Charlie and Alex, and they came over with their costumes immediately. They each brought one of their sister's bras to make them really feel in character. When they got over, all three costumes were placed on his Miles' bed ready. One by one, they all went for a shower and a shave before returning to the bedroom. When all three had finished, the helped each other put on the bras' and stuffed them with toilet paper to make their "boobs" look real.

Then they put on the costumes.

Strangely, it didn't seem weird to them that they were cross-dressing, but even if it did, they would have to get used to it: it was their new job! After around 2 minutes in the costumes, the boys had learnt how to walk in high heels, and act like their character.

Suddenly, they all fell to the floor, and it began.

The toilet paper inside their bras disappeared, and turned into actual breasts. Their stature changed, and they fit the costumes perfectly. Their hair all grew and changed colour, so they looked like the character they were dressed like. Their legs became more feminine, and their manhoods shrunk until it was non-existent, being replaced by a tight slit. Laced panties hid their new vaginas. Make-up appeared over their faces and their bodies. Finally, their sister's bras were teleported back to their rightful drawer, finishing the transformation. They all awoke and were full of life.

The girls went to their jobs full of enthusiasm and now earn a stable amount of money. 10 years later they all have kids, who adore Disney, and a loving husband each.
A new one is up!

Btw, happy mother's day to all those mothers out their that read my work!!! :)
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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.

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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..."

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~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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Chapter 1 : A New Beginning.

A quiet evening in Kanto region, at the sound of a rumbling washing machine, a single mother is reminiscent of her son's exciting adventures as a Pokemon Master, Delia is looking through the basement window. The sky is bright since the rain has stopped. It's been raining all day, she couldn't hang the clothes outside.

As she fold her son's favorite shirt she remembers when he was traveling the world in search for all Pokemon with his little Pikachu and competing in the leagues. She finishes to fold clothes that was hung in the basement all day, lift the basket and goes upstairs.

As she head to her son's bedroom she notices that it's pretty silent. It's too early for him to go to bed already and he would have told her if he had left. She sneaks a peek in the room, but she does not see him. She moves in and notices a few clothes lying around and the closet door open. Nothing unusual for her messy son and she goes to close the door when she's drops the basket, startled by a movement inside, her surprised son...
"Ash!?" she yells as she sees her son wearing some girl's lingerie. Just as confused, not knowing where to hide, Ash replies : "M...Mom? I can explain!".
- No!

Ash stuns by his mother's sharp reaction. Delia pauses for a moment, she's clearly trying to sort out her thoughts and says: "There's only one thing a mother can do in this situation."
- B..but..

Delia forcefully grabs Ash's wrist and pull him out of the closet, drag him down to the living room, looks for her keys and purse. She turns to Ash with a frown.
- We have to go shopping for girl's clothes.
- W...wait! What? I can't go out like that!

Delia look at her son noticing he's still in lingerie. She blushes and drag him in her room.

She opens the door of her closet, throws out some of her clothes on her bed. Ash blushes at the idea his mom may want him to wear her clothes and was about to comment that they are probably too large when she pulled out a box slightly covered in dust.

Delia appeared so focused at the box that Ash tried slip away. She turned to her son and clearly said : "Stay right there, young lady!". Ash froze and it took a full minute as his mother was browsing her box to notice that she called him 'Young lady'.

"Knew I still had it." Ash pops out of his confusion, his mom pulls out a cute soft blue dress from the box. "I bought this at a lovely stall during Princess Day in Cerulean City." She moves over to Ash and lay the dress over him with a satisfied smile. "It is the perfect size. Lift your arms."

Ash suddenly felt in another dimension and before he knew it he also had his blond wig on, with his mom smiling at him, sitting in the bus heading to the city.

Read chapter 2 : Ashley, I choose you!
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