It all started when I came down sick with some kind of summer "bug" just two days before we were supposed to leave for our vacation.

Our family has been taking vacations together every summer since my dad, a former Staff Sergeant in the Army, was retired on medical grounds. Over the years that he had been serving, he'd seen enough rough and nasty stuff that it almost ate him from the inside out.

When I said medical, I meant it. They discovered dad had a really bad hernia that had been unnoticed for long enough that it was putting pressure on his stomach and liver. That was when they also found out that dad had been ignoring what turned out to be serious gastroesophageal reflux disease, what most people call acid reflux, and dad had been having bouts of that almost constantly for a long time.

That was serious enough that they referred him to doctors who decided that surgery was required. The hernia was found at this time.

Between the two medical issues and the psychological stress of having served over in Iraq, dad was medically discharged. That turned into a good thing, I suppose, as dad had some friends he knew from high school who owned a trucking company and needed a security person.

Dad was told to take it easy and the daytime security job let him do that, he didn't have to deal with crazy levels of stress there.

Well, like I said, I came down with that bug two days before we were supposed to leave, and that is when everything changed.

The decision that was eventually reached was that I would stay home by myself and relax. That meant I could have some unsupervised fun.

I was still feeling somewhat under the weather when dad, mom, my two sisters and my brother started their journey.

As they had suggested, I did take the time to relax, largely because at that point I didn't feel like doing much at all.

Thanks to the bug, and a fast talk to my boss at the hardware store, I had over a week off and wouldn't be returning until the Monday after next. That gave me nine full days to have fun and fool around, something I definitely intended to do once I was feeling a bit better.

By the Sunday evening after the family had left, I was feeling pretty much back to my usual self, albeit still not completely well.

I spent Monday much like I had the last few days, chilling around the house, watching TV, playing games on my computer, the usual stuff.

Well, that was how it went until early Monday evening when dad called, asking me to check for something in my sister Pat's room.

There are times where I wonder how that girl manages to survive, she's a total ditz. This time, she'd left her wallet and identification behind.

When I told dad that her wallet was still sitting on the top of her dresser, he chuckled, told me to relax and ended the call.

I didn't find out until after they returned home six nights later that, because of that, Patricia hadn't been able to have drinks when they stopped in at a bar or pub, or spent the evenings in clubs. Pat might be twenty-two, but she is so small and cute, she looks like sixteen, if that.

It was after the call had ended that I realized I had access to my sisters' clothes, both Pat's and my younger sister, Jennifer's.

You'll note that I described Pat as small and cute. Well, that's because she's only 5'1" and 96 pounds. Yeah, she's downright tiny.

Jen, my younger sister, is a fair bit bigger than Pat, being 5'5" and 118 pounds. Both girls are quite pretty and rather cheerful tyrants.

Tyrants? Well, let me just say that for many years as we grew up, those two would pester me at every turn, in any way that they could.

I'd include Robert, but to be blunt, he was seven years older than Pat, ten older than me and twelve older than Jen. By the time Jen was actually going to school, Robert was in his senior year of high school. When he graduated, he entered the military, following in dad's steps.

Me? Oh, I'm the oddball in the family, I guess. I'm male, but size wise, I'm a bit bigger than Pat and a wee bit smaller than Jen.

Yep, that's right. I'm 19, I stand 5'3" in my stocking feet and the last time I was weighed, I came out at 109 pounds. No muscle man here.

I thought that I would be like Robert when I grew up, but that obviously didn't happen. Robert is 6'1", 190 pounds and fit as a fiddle.

Put Robert and dad beside each other and you can easily see the similarities, even with Dad having put on a few extra pounds over the years.

Ah, well, that's the way the ball bounces, I guess, or the cookie crumbles. It's not like I can change it, even if I wanted to, you know?

I guess a few hours had passed when I suddenly sat up, grinning like a maniac, set down the Wii controller and turned off the TV set.

I padded into Jennifer's room and flipped on the light before I made my way over to the dresser against the side wall.

I'm not sure just how long I stood there before I finally opened the top two drawers of her dresser and pulled out a pair of simple cotton panties and a matching bra. The panties weren't difficult to put on, well, not once I'd stripped off everything I had been wearing, anyway.

I did have a bit of a time trying to put that darn bra on, then I remembered something I had overheard Pat saying years ago when she was just starting to wear bras herself. That memory prompted me to put the bra on backwards, fasten the hooks, then turn it around the right way.

I had also remembered something else that Pat had mentioned, a pair of silicone breast inserts that I found in her lingerie drawer.

Yeah, I was raiding stuff from both of my sisters' bedrooms. Let's just say those inserts felt a lot better than rolled up stockings or socks.

Now, Jen isn't a total girly girl, but she does like her dresses, and it only took me a moment to find the one I wanted.

I gently pulled it down from the bar in her closet, then laid it on the bed while I went through her drawers looking for pantyhose.

I did find a pair, in a colour called "smoke", and slowly and rather carefully put them on, once again remembering past times. This time, it was the first time that Jen wore pantyhose, I remembered mom telling her how to put them on so they wouldn't tear in the process.

Once I was wearing the pantyhose, I took the dress off of its hangar, unzipped it and gently lowered it down past my shoulders and head.

I swear, it almost slithered as it fell down into place around my body. That sheer sensuousness sent a shiver running down my spine.

Jen had a full length mirror on the inside of the closet door, so once I had the dress on, I stepped close to the mirror to take a look.

That was when I received a rather unexpected surprise. Staring back at me from the mirror was what looked like a teenage girl.

I think I fainted at that point, I'm not really sure. Perhaps it was just shock. When I finally awoke, I had to pick myself up from the floor.

A quick check of the dress showed that it was fine. I did notice a tear in one leg of the pantyhose, I must have caught it on something.

The rest of that "vacation" was spent with me wearing a variety of outfits, almost all of them belonging to Jennifer.

You ask why I didn't try on any of my mom's clothes? Well, that is a problem, you see, she's a lot bigger, 5'11" and 160 pounds. I doubt there is anything that belongs to my mom that I could even fit into, so that is why I was mostly having fun with my sister Jen's clothes.

The time passed much faster than I had thought it would, and all too suddenly, it was Sunday afternoon. They would be back within two hours.

I quickly stripped out of the not quite knee length sweetheart dress and put the pantyhose, bra and inserts back where they belonged.

I'm not sure why, but I left the panties on, covering them up in a pair of my jean shorts, and threw on an oversized t-shirt.

I have no idea how to break this to my family, but I don't think I can hold it in for long. So much has changed in less than a week's time.

You see, Jasmine wants out, and she just doesn't want to wait. I think Joseph will soon be gone forever, but that is just fine by me.