The Princess Project

I’m Ron, and my brother Tim, along with our sisters Jenny and Suzie, are two sets of twins.

At sixteen, Jenny and I were the oldest, Tim and Suzie, who were twelve, were oops kids; my parents thought that mom couldn’t get pregnant anymore and got a little careless. Four years went by and the next thing you know, Tim and Suzie showed up.

As Tim got older, he and I bonded against our sisters, teasing and mocking them every chance we got. We called them spoiled princesses despite them being responsible for housework that we never had to do. Jen and Suzie hated the way we teased them and it seemed as if the four of us were always arguing which drove our parents over the edge.

Dad was a very successful stock broker or something like that and he seemed to make tons of money which allowed our family to have nice cars and a big house which. Mom didn’t need to work and thought that Jen and I were big enough to watch Tim and Suzie, so she spent a lot of time volunteering at a nearby hospital.

As the years passed, Tim and I teased the girls more and more until it became a routine for them to call mom and complain or wait till she got home and cry about how bad we’d been which would usually result in our being sent to our rooms for the evening.

When mom decided that making us spend time in our rooms with our video games and PC’s wasn’t a punishment, she said that we would have to share the housecleaning duties with the girls; once week Tim and I would do all the cleaning and the next week, Jen and Suzie would do it.

That worked out okay since Tim and I usually found ways to make things look good by hiding dirty dishes in the back of cupboards, or wasting time so that we never quite finished our share, leaving more for the girls to do the next week.

It took a little time but eventually mom caught on to our tricks. One day, after our teasing them upset both Jenny and Suzie so much that they locked themselves in their rooms and refused to come out for hours, mom and dad decided that it was time to get tough. Tim and I were sent to our rooms with instructions not to come out until we were called. The smile on mom’s face and the look of defeat on dad’s told me that big trouble was brewing.

For about fifteen minutes I heard all kinds of laughing and giggling coming from mom and the girls with an occasional “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this” from dad. It got quiet for a little while and then Tim and I were called to meet dad in the living room.

“You boys have raised all the hell that’s ever going to be raised in this house.” Dad said sternly. “You’ve teased your sisters unmercifully for too long but now it’s going to end. Since this princess nonsense has been such a favorite means of torment to you two, your mom and I have decided to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“Everything’s ready Lou,” Mom called out. “Bring the princesses.”

Without another word, dad turned us and pushed us along until we were at Jenny’s room.

On her bed were two outfits, one that Jenny had worn as a Junior Bridesmaid the year before and one that Suzie had worn as a Flower Girl in the same wedding.

Jenny and Suzie couldn’t contain their giggles as mom first handed me the dress Jenny had worn with a complete set of underwear, stockings, and shoes and then handed Tim the outfit that Suzie had worn.

“Since you two seem to feel that being a princess is the good life, for the next week you’ll be princesses” Mom told us in a very no nonsense tone of voice. “Starting now, you two are going to be the princesses of the family. Your sisters and I have taken a lot of time to pick out just the right outfits for you girls; outfits that will make you feel pretty and special, just like princesses.”

I turned to dad hoping he’d stick up for me and Tim but he shook his head.

“There’s no way out of this one, you two picked on your sisters, you told them that they lived a pampered life because they were girls even though they actually do more around here than you do. Your mom and I tried every punishment we could think of but you two simply laughed and continued harassing the girls. Since punishment didn’t work, we’ve decided that we’ll reward you instead. As your mom said, since you’ve been carrying on about how easy it is for the girls, we’re going to let you find out first hand.”

Mom stepped towards me, took my arm and began guiding me out of the room.

“I’ll help you get dressed sweetie,” She grinned. “Putting on bras and pantyhose can be a little tricky at first and you’re old enough for a little makeup too.”

“No way,” I screamed. “I’m not letting you put this stuff on me!”

“That’s okay mom,” Jen giggled. “I don’t mind helping her.”

“That’s very sweet of you Jenny,” Mom smiled. “You can help Princess Ronnie while Suzie and I take care of Princess Timmy.”

I wanted to pull away and run but I saw dad looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t even think about it.” He said in calm, scary tone. “Just go.”

“This is going to be so fun!” Jenny giggled as we walked back to my room. “I can’t wait to see how you look in that dress. I just loved wearing it, I hope you will too.”

It was bad enough having to strip in front of Jenny a but she took one look at my legs and pretended to barf.

“Get rid of that hair, it’ll show up under stockings”

As soon as I finished telling her to take a hike, I heard dad in the hallway.

“Do as your told!”

Dad was used to getting his own way and I knew better than to argue. I took the bottle of gunk Jenny handed me and went into my bathroom.

“Take these with you,” Jenny smiled as she handed me a pair of her panties. “I really don’t want to see you naked.”

I followed the instructions and watched the little bit of hair I had get washed away. I waited a long time to get that much hair and considered it a sign of becoming a man. Now it was gone, I was wearing a pair of Jenny’s panties, and was about to put on pantyhose. My budding manhood was being taken away and I couldn’t stop it from happening.

Knowing that dad was right outside the door took all of the fight out of me. If there was one characteristic that anyone who met dad would use to describe him it was that he was used to getting his way. If he wanted me and Tim to be princesses for a week, we’d be princesses. No ifs, no buts, no nothing but princesses so I sat on my bed, wearing nothing but Jenny’s panties and feeling incredibly stupid, as she showed me how to put on pantyhose.

“Nice legs,” Jenny told me when I got the stockings on and smoothed out the way she’d shown me. “You should’ve been a girl.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re giving me a compliment, right?”

“Yeah of course I am,” she smiled as she handed me a bra. “I’ll bet that with a cute outfit, a wig, and some makeup, no one would ever know you were a boy.”

“I hope no one sees me now,” I shuddered as I thought of what my friends would think if they saw me. “I feel so stupid and they’d never let me live this down.”

That’s when Jenny did something that blew my mind. She leaned over, kissed me on the top of my head , and gave me a hug.

“I promise not to tell Princess,” she whispered. “I think you’ll make a cute twin sister.”

“Cut me a break, will ya?” I snapped. “I don’t want to have to wear these things and I don’t want to be your sister!”

Jenny’s smile vanished in a microsecond.

“I was just trying to be nice.” She pouted and handed me the bra I was going to wear. “It’s not my fault that you could be a really cute girl.”

“Couldn’t you have picked out something a little plainer?” I asked as I looked at the lace and little pink bow on the bra.

“Sorry, I don’t like plain.” She grinned. “ I never expected my brother to be wearing one of my bras or I would’ve asked your opinion.”

“Cheap shot.” I fired back.

“Get over it,” she laughed. “Things are different now that the shoe is on the other foot, aren’t they? Especially when that foot is covered with a pair of my stockings.”

“Oops, I almost forgot something.” She began tucking rolled up panties into the bra to fill it out. “I’ll bet it feels so good to have something silky rubbing against you like this, doesn’t it? Probably not quite as good as it feels to wear my panties, but not bad, huh?”

“Now comes the good part,” She smiled as she picked up the dress I was to wear. “Not that seeing my nasty brother in panties, a bra, and stockings isn’t good, but it’s time for your gown, Princess.”

I guess you think I’m some sort of weirdo for not fighting but like I said, dad was right outside the door and since he didn’t have a problem with Jenny dressing me up like some sort of doll, he might just make me go even further. Dad never went halfway on anything and who knows, if I pushed him I might just end up in dresses for a long, long time!

I meekly stood and lifted my arms so that Jenny could lower the dress over my head. There was some sort of netting in it which I got caught up in until Jenny straightened everything out and tugged the dress over my new boobs and hips and then zipped it up.

“Hot stuff there sis,” she whistled as she stood me in front of the mirror on my cupboard door.

I couldn’t believe it, the dress fit me perfectly, making me look just like Jenny did when she wore it.

“We could be twins!” Jenny giggled as she made me turn from side to side so she could see how the dress looked on me.

“We are twins you dork,” I muttered, feeling very sick over how I looked.

“You’re the dork!” She laughed as she flipped the skirt showing my stockings and underwear. “I mean twin sisters. We could have a blast sharing outfits, doing each other’s hair and nails, and when mom and dad let us date, we could double!”

There was no way on Earth that I was going to let that happen!

“I’m not going to be your twin sister, I don’t even like being your twin brother!”

“Tough cookies,” she grinned. “Mom and dad promised me that you’d be my sister for a whole week and I could do whatever I wanted to you like dressing you up, fixing your hair, and putting makeup on you!!”

Jenny knew that she had me beaten; mom and dad had decided that I was going to be her twin sister for a whole week and she planned to pay me back for every rotten thing I’d ever said or done to her.

She started out by happily explaining all the details of the dress, she said the skirt flared out because it had a built in petticoat.

“Petticoats are tons of fun,” she sighed happily. “I had a couple of them when I was little for special dresses. I used to love to twirl around in front of a mirror when I was wearing one.

Girl’s our age don’t usually wear them unless it’s for some kind of formal dress, like the one you’re wearing, and even then, the petticoat’s typically sewn into the dress.”

She gave me a pair of heels to wear and then helped me back to her room to put makeup on me.

“Please dad, let me change,” I begged as we passed dad in the hallway. “I promise never to tease Jenny or Suzie again.”

“You can change in a week,” He said as he looked me over. “You look every bit as pretty in that dress as Jenny did; who knows if Princess Timmy looks as pretty as you, I may want to take my pretty wife and daughters out to dinner.”

“Funny dad, very funny,” I smiled, thinking that if I went along with his joke he’d leave me alone but the look on his face said that he wasn’t joking.

Jenny’s grin went from wall to wall and she started to clap.

“That would be so cool dad, I’ll fix him up so no one will know that he’s a boy!”

Dad took out his BlackBerry.

“I’ll see if I can work something out this week, if not, one more day in a dress won’t hurt him.”

I sat very still as Jenny slathered smelly liquid and powder all over my face and then went at my eyes with something to curl the lashes and more smelly stuff to color the lids. She was obviously having a great time since she kept up a steady stream of comments as she worked.

“Mom would never let me wear this much makeup normally but since this is your debut as a Princess, I’m sure she won’t mind. I wonder if she’s gonna put any makeup on Princess Timmy, he’d be cute with some of the lip gloss that Suzie has.

By the way, you’re gonna have to get your own stuff like makeup and clothes, and underwear; I guess we could share makeup, we could take turns buying it but I don’t have enough outfits for two girls and I think it’s creepy to share underwear.

You could borrow an outfit now and then if you want, I’ll help you pick out some outfits that will look good on both of us, that way it’ll be cheaper and we can share.”

“This is all going to be over in a week Jen,” I reminded her, figuring that it would upset her to have her little dream come to an end. “I’ll be back to wearing pants then.”

“That’s okay sis,” she smiled as she admired her work. “Until then, you’re my twin sister and I’m going to make you into a perfect young lady, a perfect princess. If daddy goes through with taking us girls to dinner, the only thing you’ll have to worry about will be all the boys that want to shove their tongues down your pretty little throat!”

Normally I would’ve thought of something to tell her that would’ve brought her to the verge of tears but I was too busy worrying that dad might just want to take us to dinner. If so, I hoped and prayed that Jenny was right, that no one would know that I was a boy. I was also very worried that she was right and I would have to fight boys off.

She shoved something in my hands, brushed and fussed with my hair, and sprayed on perfume that she liked.

“Okay, all done. Take a look.”

She pulled my hands up to my face and I realized that I was holding a mirror.

I also realized that I saw a cute girl in the mirror!

“You can admire yourself later,” she tittered. “Let’s go see how our new sister, Princess Timmy, looks!”

When we got to Timmy’s room, mom and Suzie were busy teaching him to curtsy.

“Very good Timmy,” Mom told him as he held out his skirt and did a curtsy. “All princesses need to know how to curtsy, you’re going to be such a sweet little princess!”

“W..w.. what happened to you?” Tim asked in amazement as I walked in. “It’s really weird, it’s like seeing two Jenny’s!”

“I told you so!” Jenny laughed. “You don’t look anything like a boy, you’re my twin sister now!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, my little brother’s been replaced with a cute little sister.” I sneered. “You look adorable in that dress, I’ll bet you’d make a great flower girl.”

“That’s enough girls, now come over here and stand next to each other,” Mom ordered. “I want to take a picture of my new daughters.”

I stood where I was, determined not to move.

“No way, I’m not going to let anyone take pictures of me like this!”

Suddenly a flash went off. I turned to see Jenny standing off to one side with a camera pointed at me. I started to lunge at her to get the camera when I heard mom’s voice.

“Do it and you can go back to school in a dress! Now get over there next to your sister.”

I felt like asking which one, Jenny or Suzie but mom didn’t seem in the mood for any jokes so I walked over to Timmy, being careful not to trip in the heels I was wearing.

“That’s it, swish that cute little butt!” Jenny shouted as I walked. “He’s a natural princess, don’t you think mom?”

“He’s got real princess potential, that’s for sure.” Mom laughed as I took my place next to Tim. “Smile girls!”

Pictures were taken of me and Tim , individually, standing like girls stand with our hands clasped in front of us, sitting on the bed, and a few where we had to curtsy.

“Please mom, don’t do this.” I was nearly in tears. “If anyone sees those pictures, they’ll laugh me out of school and probably beat the crap out of me.”

“Behave and no one will see them.” Mom answered. “These are my pictures to remind me of the time when I had four beautiful daughters.”

The rest of the day was taken up with learning how to be girls. Tim and I had to learn how to speak, walk, gesture, sit, and all that other crap. After a couple of hours, I automatically smoothed my skirt as I sat, brushed it out when I got up, and could curtsey as if I had been doing it all my life.

At least Tim was lucky that he didn’t have to do it all in a pair of heels but by the end of the evening, I was walking without any problems. None that is except a burning desire to wring Jenny’s neck for whistling every time I walked by and constantly reminding me to sit when I went to the bathroom.

Dinner that evening was so strange; Tim and I in dresses, Jenny and Suzie in jeans, constantly reminding us to take smaller bites and to sit up straight. Mom and dad were no help; they seemed to be getting a big kick out of us being at the mercy of the girls.

I hoped that when it came time to go to bed, all of the crazy stuff would end but I was dead wrong. Mom told me to hang up the dress I wore so it wouldn’t get messed up and that she set out some stuff for me in my bathroom.

I wanted to gag when I saw what was in my bathroom; hanging from a hook was a pair of Jenny’s PJ’s — pink with white flowers for the pants and a white top, trimmed with pink lace at the collar and sleeves. My shampoo was gone, replaced with a bottle of shampoo that promised to make my hair soft and shiny,

“Don’t take a shower,” mom walked in just as I was hanging up the dress. She handed me a bottle of bubble bath.

“I want you to use this the rest of the week; the smell will go away by morning but I’m betting that you’re really going to enjoy being pampered this way.”

“Thanks mom,” I muttered, resigned to my fate. “I’m sorry about teasing Jenny and Suzie.”

“I hope you are,” she said as she gave me a hug. “But the punishment stands, you and Timmy are girls for the rest of the week.

She gave me a pat on my butt and shooed me off for my bath.

I poured some of the bubble bath stuff into the tub and filled it with hot water. When I slid in, I was surprised at how good it felt! I hadn’t taken a bubble bath since I was a little boy but I was sure that it didn’t feel as good as it did now!

My skin was tingling and felt as smooth as a pane of glass; especially my legs since they didn’t have any hair on them. I finished washing in record time so that I could lay back and enjoy the feelings I was having. I didn‘t understand them but boy, did I like them; I began to think that I was right in how I teased Jenny and Suzie, girls did have it much better than boys.

The next day after school it was back to pretty dresses, silky underwear, and stockings for me and Tim. Once again, Jenny did my makeup and once again, I felt very, very confused when I saw how pretty I looked when she was all done. I never considered myself to be pretty, that would’ve been pretty weird, but yet, when Jenny put makeup on me, there was just no other way to describe me than to say that I was pretty.

That was pretty much the routine for the entire week, when Tim and I got home, we changed into out princess outfits. Mom had done a little shopping while we were at school and we became the owners of pretty dresses and everything a girl would wear with them.

I complained about mom’s buying me about two dozen outfits along with enough underwear and stuff to last for months but she brushed me off saying that since we were the same size, Jenny could make use of the outfits when I was done using them.

Jenny didn’t care for that idea though.

“Are you kidding me?” She asked. “Nearly every one of those dresses is for a party or a bridesmaid, full skirts, sheer sleeves, lots of lace. I might wear one to a really special dance but I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them anywhere else.

I just sat there listened to mom and Jenny argue. I was just too stunned that mom had actually bought all of those outfits. Nearly every dress had a full skirt but only a few came with built in petticoats. Mom, being super efficient, picked up a few petticoats in white and pink for the dresses that needed them. Since Jenny had complained about my wearing her underwear, mom had also thoughtfully picked up a dozen or so pairs of panties, about as many bras, and quite a few other things girls wore under their outfits which Jenny was only too happy to explain to me.

Tim almost died when he saw all of the pretty outfits mom had bought for him. Like my new outfits, there wasn’t a single every day, casual dress, in the bunch, only dresses that a girl his age would wear to a party or some other special event. Naturally, mom made sure that he had plenty of petticoats, pantyhose, panties, and stuff to go with them.

Tim and I looked at each other. We didn’t have to say a word; we both knew that we’d screwed up royally.

Jenny couldn’t resist taking a shot at our already crushed male egos.

“Wow, you two are going to feel so pretty in those outfits; I’ll bet you beg mom to let you keep them when the week’s up!”

“No way, Jenny,” Tim insisted. “I hate wearing dresses!”

“We’ll see, princess,” Jenny smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You look so pretty when you’re all dressed up and I just know that you’d be a really sweet little sister.”

“We could have all kinds of fun if you were my sister,” Suzie told him. “We could watch music videos together and dance to the songs. I could teach you some of the ballet stuff that I learned and we could even share outfits! You have such pretty dresses, I’ll be they’re feel so nice when you’re wearing them.”

Timmy rolled his eyes and politely thanked Suzie.

“Thanks, Suzie, but I don’t want to be a girl.”

“Okay, but let me know if you change your mind!”

Day after day it was the same routine for me and Timmy, go to school, come home, put on a pretty dress and underwear, do our homework, and help with dinner and cleaning up. I tried to get us out of it by saying that princesses shouldn’t have to do things like that but mom said that those days were over, even for princesses so we go cooking lessons, helped with the laundry, (I can’t begin to tell you how fun it was to wash out the pantyhose I wore in my bathroom sink or how I felt to see my pantyhose hanging to dry in my shower), and even learned how to dance as girls. When the week finally ended Timmy and I apologized to the girls and changed back into boy’s clothes again. Mom left the outfits and underwear in our closets and drawers until she had a chance to go through the stuff with the girls and give away anything they didn’t want but also as a warning as to what would happen if we teased the girls again.

Everything seemed okay for a little while but after a month or so went by, I started to miss wearing pretty clothes. At first, I thought I was going nuts and did everything I could to ignore the feelings I was having but they just wouldn’t go away. I’d reach for a shirt in my closet and there would be the dresses that I’d worn, hanging there, smiling at me, and inviting me to put one of them on.

At night, before I took my shower, I’d go into by drawer for a pair of briefs and there’d be the panties, bras, and stockings I’d worn and they too were smiling, happy to see me, and inviting me to wear them. When I went into my bathroom, I couldn’t help but think something was missing when there were no stockings hanging to dry.

I mean it was just so weird, I never wanted to dress up in Jenny’s clothes, and I didn’t like having to wear them when I was being punished but I knew that I really, really, really, wanted to get all dressed up again!

I did the best I could for weeks to ignore the weird feelings I was having but one night when I was picking out underwear for my shower, I grabbed a pair of the frilliest panties I had, silky white hip huggers with a lace waistband and took them into the shower with me.

I carefully hid them under my PJ’s and reached over to turn on the shower. As I did so, I spotted the bottle of bubble bath. I made sure that I had locked the door and then poured some of the sweet smelling liquid into the tub. When I slid into the bubbles, all of my cares vanished, everything was just wonderful!

I stayed in the tub until the water got cold and then carefully patted myself dry just as Jenny had said that girls did. I slid the panties on and then quickly pun on my PJ’s so no one would know that I was wearing panties instead of my briefs. Because of the perfume in the bubble bath, I couldn’t risk going to say goodnight to mom and dad so I just called out from my partially opened door.

That’s another thing, I chose white panties so they wouldn’t show under my PJ pants, but my pants were dark blue! The PJ’s I wore as part of my punishment were white and pretty thin so dark panties would’ve shown under them but not the boy’s PJ’s I was wearing. I had hidden the panties under my PJ’s and a towel when I took a shower even though no one ever came into my bathroom when I was showering. When I said goodnight, I only opened the door a little bit, afraid that someone could tell that I had used bubble bath and was wearing panties. I felt silly in a way but I just couldn’t help myself; it felt so good to be wearing the panties and smell the perfume from the bubble bath as I drifted off to sleep.

The next day I felt wonderful as I went to school wearing panties under my slacks. No one could possibly know that I was wearing them but it didn’t matter. I knew that I was wearing a pair of silky, lace trimmed, panties and that’s all that mattered! I felt like I was floating on air; I was doing something that would cause me all kinds of problems if anyone found out yet I was getting away with it.

When I got home, I greeted everyone with a big smile and said that I was going to my room to study but would be back to help set the table for dinner. I got some very strange looks but I didn’t care, I went straight to my room and locked the door.

The instant the door locked I opened my closet door and began undressing in front of the full length mirror. My hands were shaking as I removed my shirt, shoes, socks, and finally my slacks to reveal my panties. I stood there looking at myself in panties and grinning like a nut for several minutes until I decided that I needed something more.

I hurried over to my dresser and chose one of the petticoats that mom had bought. I couldn’t help but think it was so pretty with the silky fabric at the top and lots and lots of netting at the bottom. I just knew that whatever dress I chose would flare out nicely with that petticoat under it!

After slipping into the petticoat I took a few more minutes to spin in front of the mirror, giggling like a little girl. I had to get busy studying so I picked out a pretty dress and got it all zipped up, driving myself crazier with every pull of the zipper. I stood there wondering why I had to be stuck with plain looking slacks, shorts, and briefs when there was a whole world of pretty outfits that made me feel so wonderful!

Unfortunately, I did have to study for a test so I had to quit my little game of dress up and start cracking the books.

Just as I was putting away my petticoat I realized that I could still enjoy being a girl while I studied; I picked out a cute pair of PJ’s with clouds and Teddy Bears on them and then got busy studying. I felt so relaxed and yet so pretty and paying attention to my work seemed simple.

From then on, as soon as I got home from school, it was off to my room to study. I never spent that much time studying before but now that I could wear something pretty while I studied, I spent a lot more time studying. Mom and dad didn’t mind since I was getting better grades and I was also helping around the house.

Helping around the house was really a part of my dress up games; I imagined that I was a girl, just like Jenny and Suzie, and I had to learn to clean, cook, and do stuff like laundry like a good daughter.

I wasn’t really sure that wanted to be a girl but it was so much fun dressing up and pretending that I was a girl and could do things like become a cheerleader or majorette like Jenny had done or take Ballet lessons and dance on stage wearing a pretty ballet outfit like Suzie does.

Sometimes, I’d even dream that I was a pretty girl going on a date with a boy and I had to find just the right outfit so he’d think that I was pretty and ask me out again. This all seemed to lead to my ultimate fantasy where I grew up, got married, and become a mom; I always enjoyed playing dress up the most when I had that fantasy!

Of course playing dress up did cause a few problems for me; I had to hide the panties I wore until no one else was home and I could do laundry, I had to make sure that I wore briefs on days when I’d have gym since I didn’t want to pull my pants down in the locker room and let everyone see the pretty panties I was wearing.

Another big problem was that I was getting tired of only being able to play dress up in my room; I missed being able to walk around the house, to set and clear the dinner table, help with laundry and house cleaning, all while wearing a dress. Somehow I had to find a way to get out of my room while I was dressed up or I was going to go stir crazy!

I figured that there would be at least one day a week when Jenny would have Cheerleading or Majorette practice and Suzie would also have Ballet lessons. Mom would drop Jenny off and then, when Suzie finished, the three of them would stop for a burger or do a little shopping if it was a weekend. Sometimes Dad would take Tim out to a Monster Truck show or something and I’d have the house to myself. I would’ve loved to be Jenny or even Suzie but I had to settle for dreaming about being a girl and doing what they got to do.

Even if Tim was home, dad usually went off somewhere he always stayed in his room playing games on his PC. I could typically count on him being tied up for a couple of hours; he’d take a snack in with him and since he had his own bathroom, I didn’t need to worry about him wandering the house and catching me in one of my dresses.

Whenever one of these chances came up, I was ready for it. I’d plan everything out days ahead of time; what dress I planned on wearing, the underwear I wanted with it, would I do a little housework or put my panties in the wash?

By the time the last person was out of the house, I’d have my dress, petticoat, bra, stockings, and heels set out and ready to be put on. I always waited about fifteen minutes or so to make sure that no one had forgotten anything and was coming back. If Timmy was going to be home, I’d tell him that I was going to play a game or fool around in a chat room, or maybe do some laundry so that he wouldn’t come looking for me. After I made sure that no one was coming back and Timmy wouldn’t be a problem, I was out of my boy stuff in a hot second!

I’d get all dressed up and maybe put the dishes in the dishwasher or put the panties I’d worn in the wash, or sometimes just walk around the house, pretending that I was a housewife. One of my favorite fantasies was to pretend that I was a lady at a special dance; I’d curtsy to the handsome man that was my partner, take his hand, and let him lead me around the dance floor and tell me how beautiful I was. By the time I had to change back to being a boy, I was as happy as could be!

Even though I really liked my pretty dresses and petticoats, I remembered how Jenny didn’t want my old dresses when my punishment was over. They were really pretty; I loved wearing them, and felt so special when I did, so why didn’t she want them?

Then it hit me, I never saw girls wearing the kind of dresses I had. They mostly wore jeans or denim skirts; if they did wear dresses they wore some really cute ones but nowhere near as fancy as my dresses.

From then on, I started wearing Jenny’s clothes when I played dress up. I watched to see what she wore when she was dressed up and whenever I could, I snuck her fashion magazines to study so that I’d know how to dress like a regular girl instead of a princess.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t wear a petticoat with Jenny’s dresses but that was okay because I started wearing her slips and camisoles which were in a way even nicer than a petticoat. Even though they didn’t flair out, Jenny’s slips felt so nice and silky, just like my panties, and all of her slips had such pretty lace trim on them, something my petticoats didn’t.

After a couple of months of wearing dresses, I got the urge to try on some of Jenny’s other clothes so I started wearing her jeans and shorts with cute tops, socks or sometimes sandals. I was kinda surprised at first when I liked wearing jeans as much as skirts and dresses but they were still girl’s clothes and I wore a bra and panties under them so I still felt really girly, you know?

I got to be pretty good with putting together an outfit, that’s what they called matching clothes in Jenny’s magazines. I’d combine a white cami top that had a lace edging at the bottom with a cute pink top, a denim skirt and a pair of pink sandals. Yeah, I know I could’ve worn jeans or shorts and sometimes I did, but I can’t help it, I love wearing skirts and dresses!

I experimented with Jenny’s makeup, learning how to use eye shadow to emphasize my pretty green eyes, how to use just enough foundation and blush to look hot without looking like a tramp. I practiced until I could line my lips with a darker color and then fill them in with a lighter shade of lipstick. Sometimes I even used a little of her perfume; it made me feel so good cause no matter what I was doing, it made me feel like a girl!

I was having a ball; I studied about fashion and makeup, I watched the girls at school to pick up on stuff like the way they stood and walked, how they talked, and anything else I could possibly learn about being a girl. I know that Jenny gave me girl lessons when I was being punished but a couple of lessons just wasn’t enough to let me reach the goal I’d set for myself — being able to go out in public as a girl and not have anyone notice!

Things were going great until one Saturday when it was going to be just me and Timmy at home. As usual, I planned my outfit, smuggled some makeup and clothes from Jenny’s room, and told Tim that I was going to help mom with the laundry. When everyone left, I made a big show of going to the basement and making plenty of noise to convince Tim that I was busy down there and then snuck back to my room to change.

I was already wearing panties so I put on one of my bras, stuffed it with more panties, pulled on a blue and white striped top that looked good on me and Jenny, stepped into a short denim skirt and some flip flops before doing my makeup.

I wore that outfit for a little over an hour before I decided to do something daring; as quietly as I could, I went to Jenny’s room and took one of her majorette uniforms back to my room.

The uniform was so cute; it was mostly blue with a pleated skirt that had a gold background. I’d tried it on a couple of times before but this was going to be the first time I’d ever worn it and pretend to be a majorette! I pulled on a pair of tan stockings that were sheer to the waist; I didn’t want to wear the usual ones since the dark section at the top of the leg would show when my skirt flipped around. I slipped on the white boots, put on a little more lipstick and eye shadow like Jenny always did when she was going to be in a parade, grabbed a baton I’d borrowed from her and headed to the basement to practice twirling. I was hurrying out of my room, anxious to get down to the basement when I bumped into Timmy in the hall.

It took us a few seconds to check each other out before we said “You too?” at the same time.

Timmy was wearing one of Suzie’s ballet outfits, pale pink top, white leotards, and a dark pink tutu. He looked me over as thoroughly as I was looking him over. After the shock of seeing each other in our sister’s clothes wore off, we both started to laugh.

“You make a cute Ballerina,” I giggled. “How long have you been doing this?”

“A couple of weeks,” he shrugged. “I saw Suzie dressed up for her last recital and suddenly I wanted to be a Ballerina too. She’s so lucky, she gets to wear pretty stuff like this, be a Girl Scout, and has tons of pretty clothes; I wish I could switch places with her. I had so much fun when we were princesses, I wish we could dress like that more often; the dresses were so pretty, I got to wear stockings every day, and the petticoats…”

“Were to die for!” I smiled as I completed his sentence. “I know exactly what you mean; a couple of months ago I saw a pair of panties in my drawer when I was getting ready for a shower and I just had to wear them! You know all those times I said that was doing homework? I really did my homework but I did it while I was wearing those cute PJ’s mom bought me and panties. Sometimes I’d get all dressed like a princess again; that’s why I help with the housework and stuff, I think that I’m a girl when I do it.”

“I liked the way mom, dad, and the girls treated us when we were princesses,” Timmy smiled, remembering our time in skirts. “I don’t mind helping with the housework cause we all get along, just like that week.”

“How about we talk while I fix you up just like Suzie looks for a recital?” I offered my new sister. “I’ll bet you’ve never worn makeup when you dressed up, have you?”

Timmy’s face brightened up like a spotlight.

“Wow, that would be really sweet of you! You look really pretty, just like Jenny does when she’s in a parade.”

His compliment made me feel so good that I kissed him on his cheek and pulled him close for a big hug.

“Let’s go sis, I’m going to make you so pretty you won’t want to be a boy anymore!” I playfully threatened as I took his arm.

“Can you teach me how to dress up in Suzie’s stuff?” He pleaded as we went back into my room. “I wish I could look like the girls at school; being a princess is fun but I want to look like a regular girl sometimes too.”

I promised to teach him everything I knew about clothes as I put a little blush and lip gloss on him. I brushed his hair from the middle giving him some bangs and then attached one of Suzie’s barrettes that matched his Tutu. I took him over to see himself in my mirror.

“This is really neat!” He gushed as he tried to did a pirouette. “I look like a girl now.”

“I’ll bet that if you wore a wig, no one would know that you weren’t Suzie; you could probably even go to one of her ballet classes.”

“Do you think so?” He asked anxiously. “That would be so fun! Did you know that I watched her practice and I’ve seen all of the recitals that mom recorded so that I can be a Ballerina too.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about girl stuff while he tried on some of Suzie’s stuff. He looked like a cute little girl in her school uniform and was all set for the beach in her two piece bathing suit. Just for kicks we took pictures of each other with my digital camera and put them on my PC. It would be fun to see ourselves as Ballerinas and Majorettes whenever we wanted and no one else would ever know!

It was a lot more fun playing dress up with Timmy; sometimes he’d come to my room after school to “study” with me while we wore cute outfits and sometimes Timmy would stay home with me on weekends to play dress up, he’d tell mom and dad that I was helping him with a really tough online game or something.

As soon as everyone left, he’d rush to my room and we’d become sisters. Sometimes we’d record fashion shows where we’d model Suzie and Jenny’s clothes or one of our pretty princess dresses; I’d put them on my PC in a folder that only we knew about and then password protect it so no one could get into it.

Playing house became one of our favorite things to do; sometimes he was the mommy and I’d be his daughter, other times I was the mom and he was my little girl. Playing house got to be a bunch of fun; when Timmy was the mom, he’d put on one of Jenny’s dresses to look older. When I was the mom, I’d dress up in some of mom’s clothes which is how I learned about garter belts and nylons that made me feel all grown up and sexy!

We were in the middle of playing house one afternoon, I was the mom, wearing one of mom’s best dresses, her matching black lace bra, slip, garter belt, and panties, with a pair of sexy looking black stockings that had a pink rose at each ankle, and a pair of her high heels that she only wore when she wanted to be really dressed up.

Timmy was wearing one of Suzie’s short sets with his favorite panties and one of Suzie’s training bras. He had brushed his hair as best he could and had a ribbon in it that matched his shorts set.

We were having fun; I had made lunch for us and was busy chatting with my daughter about school, ballet classes, and boys when I heard Jenny’s voice.

“What in the world are you two doing? Does mom know you’re wearing her favorite outfit that she only wears when dad takes her to dinner?”

“You look cute Timmy,” Suzie added. “I never liked that outfit; you can have it if you want.”

“Please don’t say anything to mom and dad, please Jenny?” I was on the verge of tears. “We were just fooling around this one time; mom and dad will kill us if they find out.”

“Get serious Ron,” Jenny scoffed. “You didn’t just put on mom’s dress by accident, you’re as good as mom when it comes to walking in those heels, your makeup’s perfect, and I happen to know that if you’re wearing those stockings, you must be wearing a garter belt too!”

It was just mine and Timmy’s luck that what the girls had planned for the afternoon didn’t work out so they walked home. Timmy and I were so busy being mommy and her little girl that we never heard the door open when they came in.

I was so upset that I began to cry.

“Please don’t tell on us Jenny, please? I’ll do anything you want, just don’t tell anyone about this.”

Jenny shook her head and laughed.

“Calm down sis, you’re mascara’s starting to run.” Jenny handed me a tissue and gave me a peck on the cheek. “We won’t squeal on you, will we Suzie?”

“I guess not,” Suzie smiled. “But it should cost them since they were always so mean to us!”

“We’re sorry; we’ll do anything you want, right Timmy?”

“Yeah, anything,” he agreed.

“We want you to be our sisters!” Jenny announced. “Suzie and I loved it when you two were princesses, it was great having sisters.”

“What would we have to do” Timmy asked, showing more than a little fear. “Are you gonna make us dress up around mom and dad?”

“No, we don’t want to hurt you.” Suzie answered. “But you’ll have to become our sisters any time we want you to be. When we’re sisters we could do girl stuff together, like fashion shows, or doing our nails, or watching Hanna Montana.”

“I could do that,” Timmy quickly agreed. “It sounds like fun! Ron and I have put on lots of fashion shows; we put them on our PC’s so we could watch them whenever we wanted to.”

Jenny looked at me and smiled, “You’ll share them with your sisters, won’t you?”

“You promise not to tell on us?”

“We’ll never tell anyone, okay?” she asked. “You’re our sisters, now show us the videos.”

“You two look hot!” Jenny told Timmy and me as we watched the videos together. You shouldn’t be boys, you’re way too pretty!”

I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

“You are so sweet; I’m gonna like being your sister!”

Jenny put her arm around me and gave me a great big squeeze.

“Can you teach me how to walk in heels like that?” She pointed to mom’s shoes. “It looks so sexy when you walk!”

“Anything for my sister,” I smiled. “Us girls have to stick together, right?”

“Yep, no more stinky boys, just us girls” Suzie joked.

“I’ll teach you how to walk in heels; can you teach me how to twirl a baton?”

“Sure,” she happily agreed. “Wanna learn some cheers Ronnie? You looked great in my uniform!”

“That would be wonderful; I wish I could be a cheerleader, it looks like a lot of fun!” I told her, imagining myself on the field at a big game, cheering for the team, my skirt flipping up and showing off the special gold panties underneath!

“That’d be totally cool,” she whispered as if we were sharing a secret that Timmy and Suzie couldn’t know. “Maybe someday we can find a way for you to go to a game instead of me? Or maybe march in a parade when I don’t feel like it?”

I was just too overcome to respond; the thought of pretending to be an honest to goodness cheerleader at a football game or twirling a baton while marching a parade in front of everyone who knew me but thought I was Jenny, was getting me all worked up!

“How about we get girl’s names?” Timmy suggested. “Tim and Ron sound like a couple of boys.”

“She’s right,” I smiled thinking that it as clever of me to refer to Timmy as a she.

“Sure,” Jenny and Suzie agreed. “You have to have girl’s names.”

After thinking for a bit and some whispering and giggling, they turned to us.

“You’re going to be Melody Ann,” They told Timmy. “And you’re going to be Amanda Marie.”

I thought it over and smiled, Mandy seemed like a very pretty name.

“I like it, what do you think about being called Melody?” I asked Timmy.

“It’s way better than Timmy,” he grinned. “No boy would ever be called Melody.

“This is great!” Suzie said as she gave me and Melody a hug. “No more brothers to bug us, and we each have a twin sister!”

I took Melody by her hand and pulled her off the couch. “C’mon sis, let’s give our sisters a live fashion show!”

Melody changed into one of Suzie’s Ballet outfits while I put on Jenny’s majorette uniform. I put a little blush and lip gloss on him, fixed my makeup to look more like Jenny than mom, and we were off to show how pretty we could look!

We all had a great time; Jenny and Suzie clapped and cheered every time we modeled a new outfit. Melody strutted her stuff in Suzie’s school uniform, a couple of her bathing suits, her girl scout uniform, and two princess dresses.

I wore Jenny’s Cheerleading uniform, her majorette uniform, a denim miniskirt outfit, and for a real show stopper I wore one of mom’s prettiest outfits — a little black dress that had sheer sleeves and a short, pleated skirt. I wore a pair of black heels that dad had once said made mom look “Sexy as all hell!” and sheer silky black nylons that attached to the lace garter belt that matched the bra, panties, and half slip I wore. I wore my makeup just like mom did when she wanted to look sexy for dad, and did what I could with my hair.

I heard all three off my sisters gasp when I walked into the living room and did a little twirl.

“Good grief Mandy, you look like a sexy lady!” Jennie said when she caught her breath. “If you had a wig on and a bigger butt, you’d look just like mom.”

“Thanks Jennie, you’re really sweet, do you know that?” I asked as I walked over and sat next to her. I gently smoothed my dress, crossed my legs, and pulled my dress down from where it had ridden up on my thighs. “It feels so great to dress up like this, have you ever worn any of mom’s stuff?”

“I wanted to but I was too afraid,” Jenny couldn’t seem to take her eyes off me. She’d look at my legs, then my chest, my face, and start back to my legs. “I just can’t believe how pretty you look and that sexy way you walk and sit down.

I couldn’t help but blush over Jenny’s compliment. I’d been trying mom’s clothes on every chance I got for a couple of months and had gotten good at looking like a woman but it felt good to have Jenny tell me that I looked sexy.

“Thank you, it took a lot of work to look like this. I’ve been reading fashion magazines and I recorded a bunch of shows where they take ordinary looking women and make them beautiful. It makes me feel funny though when you tell me how pretty I look.”

“You shouldn’t feel funny Mandy; lots of girls try on their mom’s outfits, it’s what girls do.”

“I meant that I feel funny that I like dressing up and making myself look like a sexy woman. I like wearing your outfits and my princess dresses but they can’t compare to how I feel when I’m dressed like this.”

I rubbed my hands along my legs.

“I can teach you how to look like this,” I offered. “What good is being your twin sister if I can’t show you how to look all hot and sexy?”

Jenny was so happy that she started to cry which made me cry too. Soon we were crying and giggling and hugging each other. I knew I was going to enjoy being her sister!

“I’d like to be a Ballerina just like you,” Melody told Suzie. “Could you teach me, please?”

“Sure,” Suzie promised. “But you don’t get to wear tutu’s all the time you know, they’re for special dances. Most of the time in class you’d have to wear a top and leotards with slippers.”

From then on, the four of us were as close as sisters could be. We occasionally argued over stuff like who go to wear an outfit, especially since Melody and I didn’t have anything but out princess dresses, but we never argued like that in front of mom or dad.

As far as mom and dad were concerned, we were getting along better than ever. They said it was because Tim and I had to spend a week as girls and that helped calm us down. It was funny in a way; they were right but for the wrong reason. After we spent that week as girls, Tim and I decided that we liked being girls and so became Melody and Mandy, Suzie and Jenny’s sisters. Every one of us girls loved our sisters and would do anything for them so there was no more fighting. I wonder what mom and dad would think if they knew that they had four daughters instead of two daughters and two sons?

A really good thing about being sisters was that now we polled our allowances and were able to get pretty outfits that were just a little too expensive for Jenny or Suzie before Melody and I came along. Jenny and I stocked up on makeup, jeans and cute tops while Melody and Suzie spent their money on cute outfits for younger girls; you know, jeans decorated with colored sparkles, tops that said things like “Girl Power” or “Girls Rule, Boys Droll”

It was just great for me and Melody to go into the girl’s rooms whenever we wanted and not have to worry about getting caught. Sometimes, when I was feeling a little down, I’d ask Jenny if I could borrow something pretty to cheer me up and she’d help me find just the perfect outfit that would cheer me up right away.

Sometimes Jenny and I would sit in her room and do our nails while listening to music or talking about school. She was lucky; she could do her finger nails and toe nails while I had to settle for my toe nails. It would’ve been tough to explain to mom and dad or one of the guys why my nails were neatly filed and covered with the pink glitter polish that I loved.

“I wish we could go shopping together Mandy,” Jenny complained one day. “We could have so much fun going to different stores and trying on some of the prettiest outfits you’ve ever seen. No matter how bad a day you’re having, a pretty outfit will make all your problems disappear.”

I got lost dreaming about walking through the mall with Jenny; we’d stop at Penney’s and check out the Juniors section there; they usually had the hottest jeans and tops. After that, we’d wander over to Macy’s to try on some cute dresses for a dance we planned on going to. We’d stop off at the food court to grab a bite of lunch and flirt with some cute guys, then it was off to look at shoes. We might spend the whole day trying on different outfits without buying a single one; that was part of the fun of being a girl!

“Can you imagine what mom and dad would do if they saw me at the mall like that?” I giggled, picturing the shock our parents would have seeing identical twin daughters they didn’t know they had.

Jenny screwed her face up for a minute or so as she gave it a little thought.

“I don’t know, it might not be that bad. After all, it wasn’t yours or Melody’s idea to dress up like princesses for a whole week. Mom and dad sort of encouraged you two to want to wear dresses and stuff, right?”

“Yeah,” I quickly agreed. “I never once thought about putting on a dress until they made me do it. Is it my fault that I found out how much fun it can be to wear pretty outfits?”

“Heck no,” She continued. “I’ll bet that you and Melody were surprised as all heck when you wanted to dress up as girls again after being made to dress that way for a whole week.”

“Well, it was about Wednesday of that week when I wanted to wear something pretty so I wore a pair of panties to school.”

“That must’ve been scary,” Jenny’s eyes got really big. “What if someone saw them?”

“I planned it all out the night before,” I told her, proud of my planning skills. “I didn’t have gym class that day and since I wore hip huggers, they didn’t stick out above m jeans. I figured that I was pretty safe but it was still exciting! I mean I was wearing panties just like every other girl in school; I don’t know what kind they wore but I was wearing a pair of light blue ones with lace at the waistband. They felt so smooth and silky that it was tough to concentrate in class.”

Jenny’s face got all contorted the way it did when she was trying to work out a tough problem.

“What crazy idea’s bouncing around in your skull this time?”

She smiled her most devious smile.

“Suzie, Melody, come here!” She called out. “I want to tell you about a new game we’re gonna play.”

The girls came rushing in dressed in Suzie’s dance outfits.

“What’s the game?” Melody asked as she practiced standing putting her feet into ballet positions I’d seen Suzie practice when she first started dancing.

“Did you know that Mandy used to wear panties to school?” Jenny asked Melody.

“I still do.” I corrected her with a smile. “They feel so-o-o good under my uniform pants.”

“Nope, but I wore panties to school a couple of times too.” Melody giggled. “It was fun to know how I was dressed and no one could tell!”

“Well then you probably won’t mind this game I thought of. Did you ever do anything because someone dared you too?”

“Sure,” we both answered. “Who hasn’t?”

“Was it fun?”

“Sometimes.” We looked at each other wondering what Jenny was up to.

“Great, because in this game, Suzie and I are gonna dare you two to do things. If you take the dare, we’ll reward you with something like your own makeup kit for you Mandy or a starter kit for you, Melody.”

“Wow, you guys would give me my own makeup? What would I have to do? Will you show me how to use it?”

My thoughts immediately switched to standing in front of my bathroom mirror and applying eye shadow, lipstick, and blush to make myself pretty.

“Whatever it is, count me in!” I didn’t care what I had to do, the makeup kit would be worth it.

“Suzie and I will give you dares like wearing a pair of our jeans for a whole day, or wearing clear nail polish for a week.”

“How about wearing a bathing suit out by the pool?” Suzie offered. “The four of us could spend an afternoon our magazines and tanning.”

“I never thought of doing that Suzie,” I could barely stand the excitement. “Laying out at the pool in one of Jenny’s bathing suits and reading something like Seventeen or Teen Mademoiselle would be so dreamy!”

“But what if someone saw us?” Melody wondered aloud.

“We’re too far from the road for anyone to get a close look,” Jenny explained with a grin. “At least I think so. But that’s the exciting part!”

“What kind of other dares would we have to do?” I asked breathlessly. “And what do we get it we do them?”

“Let’s see,” Jenny explained. “For wearing a pair of our jeans all day, Suzie and I will do the dishes for you for two days.”

“That’s not much considering the risk we’d be taking.” I told her. “Two days of dishes and we take a chance that someone will be able to tell we’re wearing girl’s jeans?”

“Once again, dear sister, that chance is actually part of the reward. We’ll provide you with the plainest jeans we have but there is always a chance that someone, especially another girl, would notice that they’re girl’s jeans.”

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would pop right out of my chest.

“Do you have any plain tops we could wear with the jeans?” I asked hopefully. “How about sneakers and a pair of socks too?”

Jenny and Suzie looked at each other and grinned.

“Did you ever think you’d hear our brothers ask if they could borrow an outfit from us, Suzie?”

“Not in a zillion years,” Suzie laughed. “I thought we’d always have a couple of stupid, mean, nasty brothers but now we have sweet, lovable sisters. My twin sister wants to be a pretty ballerina.”

“Don’t forget Girl Scouts, Suzie!” Melody chimed in. “You said I could try selling cookies while I’m wearing your uniform.”

“My twin wants to wear pretty outfits and hang out with me at the mall, right Mandy?” Jenny asked.

“Uh huh,” I giggled softly. “We could spend a whole day trying on pretty dresses and stuff. I promise I’ll be the sweetest sister you could ever want if you let me.”

Melody and I were only too happy to agree to play the new game so our sisters decided to start that very day. Suzie did Melody’s fingernails in clear polish; unless you looked carefully, it was almost impossible to tell that Melody was wearing any polish but there was always that exciting chance!

I got dressed in a pair of Jenny’s jeans. They didn’t have any fancy swirls on the pockets or anything like that, but the label inside said that they were “Old Navy for Girls” and a size three. Of course I wore hip hugger panties with them and Jenny lent me a pair of white socks which, like the jeans, looked like they were for boys, but I knew the truth!

Melody and I happily did any of the dares we were given; it was so much fun walking around openly wearing girl’s clothes and no one could tell! There were a few times when mom and dad would look at us a little strangely and shake their heads, they never said anything and after a little while, the looks stopped.

The four of us were having a great time; we were closer than ever before and of course, there was no more fighting and arguing between us. Mom and dad wanted to know what was going on but we just shrugged and said that we had gotten tired of always being at each other’s throats and decided to end the troublemaking. They thought it was pretty weird that all of a sudden the four of us stopped arguing and bickering but they weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Life was fantastic after that! Melody, I mean Timmy when he was my brother, still did guy stuff like sports but if a chance came up, like our parents would be out for a couple of hours, Timmy and Ron were gone and Melody and Mandy took their places. We’d get our nails done, try on the latest outfits that Suzie and Jen had bought or do silly things like learning to walk with something balanced on our heads.

I taught Jen how to walk in mom’s heels and she taught me how to twirl a baton and some basic cheers. Melody really didn’t have anything that she could teach Suzie but they often spent time in Suzie’s room, giggling and having a good time as they did each other’s nails, watched Hanna Montana, or played with the simple makeup kit that mom let Suzie use.

Once, a friend of Jenny’s called and Jenny dared me to pretend to be her. I answered in my best Jenny voice and talked to the girl for more than half an hour about school, boys, and shopping. The girl had no idea that she wasn’t talking to Jenny; I found out about guys that Jenny thought were cute, which ones she wanted to ask her out, and that she’d done some real face sucking with one of the guys on the football team!

Sometimes, when we had the time, we’d do videos of ourselves. I’d show off my majorette and cheerleading skills, Melody would model one of Suzie’s bathing suits or we’d model our sister’s dresses or some of our princess dresses. One thing that I always enjoyed was what Jenny called The Princess Project where she and Suzie took two ordinary looking boys and turned them into Princesses in pretty gowns, stockings, and all the trimmings.

We’d be filmed in our regular clothes, then we’d gradually undress until we wearing only our briefs; then we’d go into another room and come our wearing panties. Suzie and Jenny would then dress us up in bras, petticoats, stockings, dresses, heels, and put makeup on us. We’d then gracefully walk over to a nearby table the girls had converted into a nail salon and smile as polish was applied to our nails.

We saved all of the pictures and videos we took on one of our PC’s. Since we were on our own little network, any of us could view the pictures and videos on the PC’s in our rooms. This seemed like the perfect system until about a year later, mom and dad called us into the living room.

“What’s up?” I smiled as I walked into the room. Dad had the TV on but it wasn’t tuned to any station.

“Good question Mandy,” Mom smiled back with her famous “Gotcha” smile. “Maybe you, Melody, or one of the other girls could explain this?”

Dad pressed a button the remote and one of our modeling sessions appeared on the screen. There I was, dressed in Jenny’s majorette uniform, wearing stockings, boots, and gloves as I twirled a baton. I had been so proud of having learned to twirl a baton, toss it into the air and catch it, all while spinning in a circle, that I’d begged Jenny to record it.

Another button as pressed and there were me and Melody in one of our boy to girl modeling sessions. We smiled, introduced ourselves as Tim and Ron, changed into pretty outfits that the girls had chosen for us, and reintroduced ourselves as Melody and Mandy.

We all sat quietly as videos of me and Melody doing fashion shows, sunning ourselves in pretty bathing suits, and getting makeovers played on the large screen TV.

One of the worst showed me and Melody getting made up by Jenny while Suzie did our nails. We were squirming a little when Jenny started putting eye shadow on us which made her tell us to sit still.

“Don’t you two want to look pretty?” She teased.

“I’m sorry, Jenny.” I smiled and folded my hands into my lap. “Yes, I want to look pretty, please make me look pretty.”

“I’m sorry too,” Melody smiled sweetly as she adjusted her skirt. “I want to be a pretty girl, just like you.”

“I can uh, explain all that,” I stuttered, trying to think of something that my parents might believe.

“Really,” Dad chuckled at my plight. “You could really explain what we’ve just watched without lying through your teeth?”

There went the idea of coming up with some fantastic story that would get Timmy and me off the hook.

I took a really, really deep breath, looked at mom and dad who were waiting for my explanation and began.

“The only explanation that I have is the truth. While you punished me and Timmy by making us dress up in fancy dresses with petticoats and all that stuff, somehow I started to like it. Before the week was over, I was wearing panties to school and wondering what it would be like to dress like Jenny did, instead of the princess outfits I had to wear. After my punishment was over, I started sneaking into Jenny’s room when no one was home and trying on her stuff. I wore her dresses, her majorette uniforms, and her cheerleading uniforms; I wore some of her nightgowns and some pants but I didn’t like wearing pants as much as he dresses. I snuck into your room mom and tried on your stuff like your nylons and heels and some of the dresses you wear when dad takes you out for dinner.

I did this whenever I could for a couple of months until I ran into Timmy one day and he was dressed in one of Suzie’s ballet outfits. Next thing you know, we were both playing dress up in Jenny and Suzie’s stuff; I studied Jenny’s fashion magazines and learned how to dress like a girl my age. I learned how to wear makeup just like any other teenage girl and I enjoyed it.

One day Jenny and Suzie caught us; instead of telling you guys and getting us into trouble, they decided to help us become their sisters. Suzie taught Timmy all about ballet and girl scouts, Hanna Montana, and things girls their age liked while Jenny taught be all about being a teenage girl. We talked out being a majorette and a cheerleader, and how cool it was to have everyone watching you and thinking how pretty you were.

One day the girls came up with the idea of setting up dares for me and Timmy. If we did what they dared us to do, like wearing bathing suits out by the pool or girl’s clothes to school, Jenny would buy makeup and stuff that I couldn’t get while Suzie would teach Timmy everything he needed to know about being a ballerina and someday she’d try to fix it so that he could sell Girl Scout Cookies while wearing her dress and stuff.

All the videos you watched and pictures you saw were the four of us having fun as girls. No one forced me or Timmy to dress up like that; we wanted to do it. We liked it when the girls would do our nails or when we made one of those boy to girls makeover videos. No one was ever to supposed to see them but the four of us.

“You forgot that I run the home network,” Dad explained. “I couldn’t find a video I took for a client so I ran a search and came up with the videos your four tried to hide. You can’t lock me out of any files no matter how hard you try.”

“Is everything that Mandy said true, Melody,” Mom asked. “You wanted to do this all on your own; your sisters didn’t make you dress like that?”

“It was my idea,” Timmy admitted. “I didn’t know anything about what Melody was doing until we bumped into each other that day. She has been nice enough to help me with dressing up, but it was my idea.”

“You’re sure that no one else knows about your brothers dressing up like girls?” Mom asked the girls. “You two didn’t blab this to any of your friends?

“Melody and Mandy are our sisters, mom.” Jenny and Suzie shook their heads. “They’re really sweet, they’re not like Timmy and Ronnie were; they’d never do anything to hurt me or Suzie so we’d never do anything to embarrass them. They like being girls and Suzie and I like having twin sisters to talk to and stuff.”

“This is very odd,” Dad said as he stared at the images on the screen. “Boys don’t usually like doing this sort of thing.”

“But Mandy and I are girls, dad!” Timmy responded with a huge grin. “So it’s okay if she’s a majorette or a cheerleader and I’m a Girl Scout or a Ballerina!”

Dad whipped around in his chair to face Timmy so quickly that I expected to feel a rush of wind.

“No!” He shouted. “You are not girls, you are boys, that’s how you were born and that’s that.”

“I’ve seen stuff on YouTube where boys and men turn into girls,” Suzie said helpfully. “I think they take pills and stuff.”

“Is that what you boys want?” Mom asked, seeming to be very puzzled. “Do you want to become real girls?”

“That sounds like fun mom!” Timmy answered happily. “Right Mandy? We could be real girls like Suzie and Jenny, then we could wear dresses and all kinds of other pretty stuff, and I could be a real ballerina and you could be a cheerleader or majorette!”

I don’t know why but I found myself day dreaming about being a real girl; I’d have to wear a bra like Jenny did and like Timmy suggested, I could wear pretty clothes and be a majorette. I could wear cute outfits to school dances and Jenny and I could shop for Prom gowns together.

“Look at him smiling,” I heard dad saying to mom through my dream. “I’ll bet you that he’s actually thinking about what it would be like if he was a girl.”

“What’s going through your mind, Ronnie?” Mom asked in a soft, gentle voice.

“Prom gowns,” I answered excitedly. “Jenny and I have to get just the right dresses to look good for the Prom."

“Wow,” Jenny whistled softly. “He’s really serious!”

“You really want to be a girl?” Dad asked with shock in his voice. “Pretending to be one isn’t good enough?”

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I asked, coming out of my fantasy world.

“Never mind,” dad shrugged helplessly. “I got my answer.”

“Glad I could help,” I smiled and went back to dreaming of shopping for a prom gown.

“You read everything I did,” I heard mom tell dad through my haze. “I don’t see us changing them, do you?”

“No” Dad answered, beaten. “I’d say that Little Miss Teen Queen Wannabe and Prom Queen Wannabe here are pretty well hooked. Go ahead and make the appointments.”

“What about the other part?” Mom asked cautiously.

“I think we should go ahead with that too, otherwise we’re going to have problems.”

Dad looked at me and Timmy, shook his head and left the room.

“What’s going on?” Jenny asked. “How come you guys are taking this so calmly? I thought for sure dad would have a baby when he saw Timmy and Ron dressed like that.”

“Let’s just say that we weren’t exactly thrilled to see that we had two more daughters,” Mom laughed. “But we did a lot of research before this meeting. It’s not considered normal or desirable for boys to want to dress in girl’s clothes or even to pretend that they’re girls. Many boys do this when they’re little but outgrow it. If they don’t or if they start later for some reason, like being made to dress like girls as punishment, and like your bothers, decide that they enjoy it, it’s pretty much impossible to stop.”

“Then you’re going to let them wear girl’s stuff, you and dad don’t mind?”

“Of course we mind,” Mom shook her head and looked at me and Timmy. “I just told you that no matter how much your dad and I mind, it isn’t going to make a difference to your sisters here. Dad and I took the precaution of setting up an appointment with a psychologist to see where we go from here. Until then, Melody and Mandy are welcome anytime and will be treated the same as you and your sister.”

“We can play dress up and you won’t mind?” I asked, not being able to believe what I was hearing.

“Yes, and since this little game of yours seems to be escalating, dad and I are concerned that you’ll try to take it away from the house to increase your fun and you’ll get recognized. That would cause all kinds of problems so to keep that from happening, you girls will be fitted with wigs, padded girdles to provide curves, padded bras for you Melody, and breast forms for you Mandy.

You two are not to leave this house under any circumstance unless you can pass as the twin of your sister, understand? And when you do go out, don’t stay around here where people know that Jenny and Suzie have twin brothers, not sisters.”

Jenny grabbed me and we started laughing and jumping up and down.

“This is just so great!” She screamed as we hugged. “I have a twin sister.”

“You bet it’s great!” I screamed and hugged her back. “I’m a twin sister!”

“I have a twin sister too Jenny!” Suzie grinned as she took Timmy and started to dance in a circle.

“If I wore a wig, maybe I could go to a girl scout meeting?” Timmy asked mom.

“No, that would be a terrible idea,” Mom burst the bubble surrounding Timmy. “All the girls and the leaders know that Suzie has a twin brother so that comes under the rule about not going anywhere where people know that.”

“That sucks,” Timmy pouted. “I really want to be a Girl Scout!”

Mom turned her attention to me. “What outrageous ideas do you have Ron, or should I call you Mandy?”

“Ron’s okay when I’m dressed like this but not when I get dressed up, okay?” I smiled; hoping mom wouldn’t be too upset.

“I suppose your dad and I can remember to use our daughter’s names,” Mom grinned as she gave me and Timmy a hug. “This is so very odd but even your dad admits that the peace and quiet around here since you two became girls is worth it!”

After that, mom and dad acted as if it was no big deal to have four daughters. Timmy and I usually became Melody and Mandy whenever we could so I guess our parents just got used to seeing us as girls.

I was really amazed at how well dad was taking it; Melody and I got just as many compliments on our outfits as Jenny and Suzie did, sometimes more. One day he complimented me, telling me that the dress I was wearing looked very pretty and that I’d done a good job on my makeup. Jenny got upset, saying that since she was a real girl, she looked prettier than I did.

“I know you look pretty Jenny,” dad smiled and kissed her on the head. “But it’s easier for you and Suzie since you are girls. Melody and Mandy have to work harder to look pretty so that no one can tell they’re not really girls.”

“I can’t be prettier than you Jenny,” I told her as I put an arm around her. “We’re twin sisters but you had a head start since you were prettier than me when you were born. I’ve wanted to be as pretty as you ever since mom first made me wear a dress.”

“You are such a sweet girl Mandy, you know just what to say to make someone feel good.”

I beamed with pride; if Jenny thought I was a sweet girl what more could I ask for?

The next day mom surprised me and Melody, telling us to put on something nice since we were going out. Melody and I looked at each other, each hoping the other would be calm enough to ask the big question — were we going to get wigs?

Mom said that we could wear a little makeup if we wanted but to make sure we didn’t overdo it.

“Girls don’t go all out just for a little shopping trip so if you do, other girls will start looking at you a lot more than you want.”

Melody and I rushed off to get ready. She chose a cute pair of white shorts and a top with Justin Bieber’s picture on it with blue flip flops while I chose a denim mini skirt, a pink and white striped top over a solid pink Tee trimmed in lace. I helped Melody put on a touch of blush and some sparkly gloss, then brushed on a little blush and some light plum lipstick.

“One more thing little sister,” I said as I sprayed a little of my musk cologne on her. You don’t want to forget that you’re a girl now do you?”

Melody looked at me and burst out laughing.

“I’m wearing panties, white shorts with a cuff on them, a training bra, and a top with Justin Bieber’s picture on it, I don’t see any chance that I could forget that I’m a girl but thanks for the perfume, I love the way it smells!”

“Yeah,” I countered and stuck out my tongue. “But I’m wearing lace panties under my skirt and I shaved my legs so I’m more of a girl than you are!”

“Mom thinks that I’m too young for sexy panties and I don’t have any hair to shave,” Melody came right back at me. “But when I’m older, I’ll shave my legs, wear sexy thong panties, and then we’ll see which of us is more of a girl!”

“Isn’t this great?” I whispered. “We went from being punished to having tons and tons of fun. Mom’s taking us to get wigs so pretty soon we’ll be able to go out as girls. I can’t wait to go shopping and try on all kinds of outfits!”

“I love you Mandy,” Melody said suddenly. “You were okay as a brother but it’s great having you as my sister.”

“I love you too sweetie,” I gave her a great big hug, “I’m so glad we can be girls, it’s so much nicer than being a boy!”

“If you girls don’t want to get wigs, just say so,” Mom called out. “Otherwise, get your pretty little butts in the car!”

I’ll bet that Melody and I were strapped in and ready to go before mom could finish her sentence.

“What if someone sees us, mom? They’ll know that we’re boys and they’ll laugh at us, right?”

“A few people will see you and yes, they will know that you’re boys but people in that area are used to seeing boys go into the shop and girls come out. Most customers are men but there are some boys who want to look pretty too.”

“Grown men do this?

I was amazed to think that a man would want to dress up.

“Yes, and most of them started out just like you girls.” Mom explained. “Your dad and I weren’t kidding when we had our little talk, once a boy gets started wearing girl’s clothes and pretending to be a girl, he almost never stops.”

“I thought that Timmy and I were the only boys who did this, but there have to be others if there are places like this, right?”

Mom smiled at me. “I suppose so, but I don’t know for sure how many boys and men want to dress up like this. I think if you look on YouTube, you’ll find boys who posted videos just like you and your sister’s made.”

“Way cool!” Melody grinned. “Maybe we could …”

“Not a chance,” Mom cut her off in mid-sentence. “Part of the rules are that you can’t tell anyone about this and if you posted one of those videos, someone we know might recognize you. If you girls behave like you have been, your dad and I will buy you pretty outfits, and fix you up so that you look just like your sisters.”

Mom pulled into a parking lot and pointed to a nearby store.

“I hope your dad and I know what we’re doing,” she sighed as she turned off the car. “I still can’t believe you boys are dressed like girls and I’m taking you to get wigs.”

Melody and I threw our arms around mom and kissed her.

“We appreciate it mom, don’t we Melody?”

“We sure do,” Melody agreed. “We’ll be good girls mom, we promise!”

We passed a couple of people on the way to the shop but no one seemed to care that we were wearing girl’s clothes. They’d glance at us, some would smile, but that was it.

Mom gave the receptionist her name. The lady smiled, told us that we looked very pretty and led us to a room with a couple of seats with a table and a mirror.

A minute or two went by before someone knocked and the door opened. A lady who looked like she was in college walked in. She smiled at us, told us that her name was Mary and said that she was going to help me and Melody look like pretty girls.

It was so weird; we were obviously boys dressed like girls, our mom was buying us wigs so we could look more like girls, but no one thought it was strange or anything.

Mary showed us different kinds of wigs that were made for young girls like us. There were short ones that looked almost like a boy’s hairstyle but it had cute bangs and some curls that no boy’s hair would ever look like. I thought that Melody might look really cute in that one. I really liked one style that would come down to my shoulders; it had curls in the back, bangs, and it looked so pretty when I tried it on.

“Can I get this one mom, pretty please?” I couldn’t help staring at myself in the mirror and feeling how soft the wig was. It was just like my hair.

I would’ve gotten on my knees to get mom to say yes but it wasn’t necessary.

“Try it on so we can make sure it will fit right,” Mom said as if she was helping me buy shoes. “Do you like the color or would you like something different?”

Mary told us that the wig was real hair, it could be styled to be straight for everyday or curled like it was for a special dance. She took my picture and told me to look at a monitor on the side.

My picture came up on the screen, Mary pressed a couple of buttons and showed me how the wig would look without curls. Hanging straight, it was really cute but when I saw how it looked in a ponytail, I wanted it even more than before if that was possible!

Mary changed the color from Blonde to Brunette and then to a shade she called Strawberry Blonde which was like blonde but had red mixed in with it.

“I think you’d look best that way Mandy, what do you think?” Mom asked like we were back in the shoe department again.

“I think you look adorable this way Mandy,” Mary told me. “No one would ever think that such a pretty girl could be a boy.”

I looked around and saw Melody, mom, and Mary staring at me with big grins on their faces.

“You have to get that one Mandy,” Melody told me breathlessly. “You just have to!”

“Are you sure it’s okay mom? I’m going to look an awful lot like a girl if I wear this.”

“We won’t mind honey,” mom assured me. “If you’re going to run around in dresses, you’re going to have to look like a girl and that wig will not just make you look like a girl, it’ll make you look like a beautiful girl. I’m sure dad and your sisters will think you’re gorgeous.”

“Oh mom, you’re the best!” I said as I gave her a kiss. “How long will it take to get it?”

“Let me measure your head and I’m pretty sure you can wear it home.” Mary offered. “Would you like that?”

“Oh yeah,” I muttered as I stared at the pretty girl. “I’d love that !”

Mary took my measurements and went to get the wig for me. When she came back, she was holding some long strips of hair that matched the color of my wig.

I thought you might consider extensions for when it get hot in the summer.” She suggested. “Wigs are nice but they can get awfully hot. You could wear it in a ponytail to keep it off your neck, but you still have the cap portion on your head. With these, your mom can clip them to the roots of your hair and they’ll look as pretty as your wig without being hot.”

Mom looked them over, held them against my head, and ran them through her fingers.

“They’re very nice and they would be great for summer. What about swimming, could she wear them in a pool?”

“Absolutely,” Mary guaranteed her. “That’s another selling point, she wouldn’t want to wear her wig in a pool, it can get messy and they can take forever to dry.”

“I just don’t know,” Mom hesitated. “I like them and they would be great for summer and all but I have no idea how to put them in.”

Mary looked at the papers mom had filled out.

“This is your correct address, right?”

“Yes it is, why?” Mom asked.

“Have you ever been to Lucille’s Hair Haven?”

“I go there all the time!” Mom exclaimed. “Lucille does a fantastic job; I look like a million bucks when she’s done with me. I’d never go anywhere else; especially when I have to go to dinner with one of my husband’s clients.”

“She could fix Mandy’s extensions if you’d like,” Mary suggested with a smile. “You know her work and she’s very discreet. We’ve referred a number of customers to her and none have ever been disappointed.”

“But wouldn’t Mandy have to wear them for a while? I thought extensions took a lot of work so you didn’t just put them in for a few hours or so.”

“Yes, they should be worn for a while,” Mary agreed. “Does your family ever spend a few days or so on vacation?”

Mom broke into a big smile.

“You’re a gem, Mary. Yes, we do usually take a few weeks vacation every summer, my husband and I have already decided to leave the boys behind and take our new daughters along.”

It was all wrapped up, I was going to have long, beautiful, light red hair that could be set in curls or worn in a ponytail. Around the house I could wear my wig but when we went on vacation, Ronnie was staying at home and Mandy would go swimming in a two piece suit with extensions attached to her hair.

“Great,” mom laughed. “One girl down, one to go!”

“I want light brown hair,” Melody spoke up before anyone asked her. “I want it wavy, just like Suzie’s, it should be short like hers, and have bangs that come almost to my eyes, and it should just cover my ears.”

“You want to look just like Suzie, don’t you?” Mom teased her.

“Well yeah, I mean we are twin sisters, right?” She answered very seriously. “Oh, and I want extensions like Mandy’s getting so Suzie and I can go swimming together on vacation!”

An hour later, mom and her pretty daughters walked back to her car.

“Dad and I are spending a lot of money on you girls since you’ve been spending a lot of time as Melody and Mandy, okay? We’ll get you everything that girls your age wear and we’ll expect you to be perfect young ladies.”

“It’s a deal mom!” I giggled as I stared at my reflection in a mirror mom kept in the car. “Isn’t it a deal, little sister?”

“Uh huh,” Melody giggled as she ran her fingers through her wig. “I can’t wait until Suzie seems me, we’re going to have all kinds of fun now that we’re twins sisters!”

“How come we’re going this way mom?” I asked when she pulled onto the highway headed away from home.

“You’ll see,” she said mysteriously. “You girls have another surprise coming.”

It didn’t take too long before mom was leading us into another small store. As I looked around, I became very embarrassed.

“Are they what I think they are?” Melody whispered back, pointing to a nearby display.

“Uh huh,” I whispered back. “Boobs.”

“Breasts,” Mom corrected me in a normal voice. “They’re for women who’ve had breasts removed because of cancer or men or boys who want to look like women.”

“Hello,” she said, turning to a woman who worked there. “I’d like to have my sons here fitted for breasts. They decided that they liked dressing like girls so their dad and I want them to look as good as possible.”

The woman smiled and acted as if it was no big deal for a mother to want her sons fitted with fake boobs, I mean breasts. She took us to a booth, pulled the curtain back and measured our chests. After a few moments of talking to mom, she walked away and returned with several blobs in her hand.

“You won’t need these anymore sweetheart,” she said as she took out the panties I had used to pad my bra.

She carefully placed the breasts in my bra and moved them around until she was satisfied with them. “You’re a young lady with a good figure, put your shoulders back and let everyone see how nice you look!”

“I look great!” I gasped in amazement as I turned in front of a mirror. “Just great!”

“They may feel a little heavy since you’re not used to them, girls have several years to get used to having breasts and they get to start out small.”

All the while she was talking to me; she was adjusting the straps on my bra, and making sure the breasts fit perfectly into the cups.

“You can wear these with a swim suit,” she explained. “When they’re exposed to the sun they’ll look like they’ve tanned. They may seem a little too light colored now but that’s okay, it’s still spring and girls don’t usually have tans until summer. Trust me, they match your skin tone and they’ll be perfect on you. Would you like to wear them home?”

I was still too lost to answer. A woman had just put fake breasts into my bra and I looked just like Jenny when she took her top off. Not only that, but mom was standing there smiling as her son was made to look even more like a girl.

“Can I mom, please can I wear them home?”

Mom nodded to the lady who took the breasts from my bra, unhooked my bra, and had me take it off. She smeared something on the flat side of the breasts, pushed them against my chest and told me to hold them and count to one hundred.

When I reached one hundred, she gently pulled my hands away and my breasts stayed put. I stared open-mouthed until mom told me to put my bra and top back on. As I got dressed the woman started on Melody.

“Dad and I decided it wouldn’t be fair for Mandy to have a bustline and not you. Even though girls at your age don’t have much, they’re still developing so we decided to get you started. You’ll be the same size as Suzie so you two can still swap outfits.”

Melody couldn’t take her eyes off the woman’s hands as she carefully fitted her with her very own breasts.

“I want to wear mine home too!” She practically shouted. “I can’t wait until Suzie sees me; I’d not a little girl, I have breasts just like she does!”

Suzie and Jenny were just as thrilled as we were when they saw how we looked. We all rushed off to my room where Melody and I took off our tops and bras to give the girls a close up look.

Suzie rushed off to get a tape measure cause even though Melody had told her that they were the same size, Suzie wanted to make sure!

One thing led to another and the next thing you know, the four of us were standing there topless comparing real to fake.

“What in god’s name do you think you’re doing?” She asked. “Get your bras and tops on girls!”

Suzie and Jenny reached for their bras and tops and without thinking so did me and Melody.

Mom seemed pretty upset; she stared at the four of us and shook her head.

“Have you girls lost your minds?” She demanded. “Standing around topless, your father and raised you to be ladies, not tramps!”

“We’re sorry mom,” we said in unison.

“I was talking to the females in this room!” Mom snapped at me and Melody. “They were raised as and expected to be ladies, you two were actually raised as and expected to be gentlemen! A lady does not expose herself and a gentleman wouldn’t look.”

“But we’re all girls now mom,” Suzie offered. “So it’s okay. I mean Jenny and I would never take off our tops in front of Timmy and Ronnie but they’re not here, it’s just me, Jenny, Mandy and Melody.”

I was sure that mom’s head was going to explode cause it turned a deep red and her eyes were bulging out!

“No!” She screamed. “You’re not all girls so it’s not okay! Mandy and Melody are not your sisters, they’re still your brothers dressed up like a couple of sissies!”

Mom’s calling us sissies hurt so much that Melody and I began to cry which prompted Jenny and Suzie to rush over and hug us.

“That was mean to say that mom!” Jenny scolded. “These are our sisters, right Suzie? They quit being our brothers months ago; Mandy and I spend lots of time talking about outfits, makeup, cheerleading, and all the stuff you and your girlfriends talked about when you were our age. I can talk to her about anything and she’ll understand; Ron never would’ve.”

“I do the same things with my sister Melody,” Suzie said, her arms folded tightly across her chest. “We try on each other’s clothes, watch music videos together, and I’ve been teaching her ballet, she’s getting to be pretty good. Timmy would never have let me dress him up in a dress and everything so I could see if I liked it, he sure as heck wouldn’t wear my ballet stuff, and he’d never think that Justin Bieber was cute!”

Mom was totally off guard; I guess she never expected Jenny and Suzie to think of me and Melody as their sisters and rush to defend us when she called us sissies.

“Oh dear lord,” she muttered softly. “I never saw this coming. Your dad and I are going to have to have a long talk and we have to get you two into counseling and get you there fast!”

She turned, walked to the door, and stopped. She looked at me and Melody for a little bit and then came over to us.

“I’m sorry girls,” she apologized. “I made a big mistake, you’re certainly not sissies, you’d have to be boys to be sissies and it’s obvious that you’re not boys anymore.”

She gave each of us a kiss and a hug and then started to leave.

She turned around once more though, looked at Melody and asked. “You really think Justin Bieber is cute, huh?”

The smile on Melody’s face said it all.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” Mom grinned, “If I was your age, I’d think so too.”

Melody and I started our counseling sessions the next week. They were pretty nice; we met with a lady who introduced herself as Miss Tony, she was younger than mom and dad and dressed really well. She told us that she was going to ask something called open-ended questions; the answers weren’t just yes or no, she wanted us to tell how we felt about things.

We talked about how it all started with having to be princesses for a week and that somehow or another, we got to like wearing girl’s clothes and stuff. She wanted to know all about how we’d teased the girls, what had we said, what did we do, how did we feel when we were doing it and how do we feel about it now?

Miss Tony asked us all about growing up, did we ever want to play with dolls or play dress up? Did we ever have crushes on other boys? What sports did we enjoy, baseball, football, gymnastics, cheerleading? Did we ever play with baby dolls? When we used to play house, who’s idea was it to start? Did I like being the mommy or the little girl, and if we thought of becoming real girls.

Our time was up and Miss Tony thanked us for coming in and said we’d talk again in a week. She said that we should think over everything we talked about and be prepared to spend more time talking about how we felt about those things. As Melody and I were leaving her office, she asked mom if it would be possible for Melody and Mandy to come to our next appointment. At first mom didn’t like the idea but after she talked to Miss Tony in her office for a little while, she changed her mind.

Of course as soon as we got home, we rushed to Jenny’s room where we told her and Suzie all about the nice lad y we talked to and how when we went back the next week, Melody and Mandy would be going instead of Timmy and Ronnie. When dad got home from work, the whole family sat around after dinner to talk about the therapy.

Dad wasn’t happy about us going to therapy; he thought that the fewer people outside of our family who knew that we dressed up, the better it would be. Mom gave him a kiss and told him how nice Miss Tony was and how it was so important for me and Melody to understand that although dressing up and pretending to be girls now and then wasn’t exactly normal, it didn’t have to make us go crazy.

The next week, Mandy and Melody met with Miss Tony. She told us how pretty we looked and how we acted just like girls and no one would ever be able to tell that we were boys, which made us feel so good. She asked a lot of the same questions from the last week, this time Melody and I were able to tell her a lot more about how we felt. When she asked us again what we thought about being real girls; we giggled and told her that we weren’t positive that we wanted to be real girls but it sounded like it might be fun.

She told us that we’d be such pretty girls and that everyone would want to be our friends, especially boys. She thought that I’d be dating some cute football player and that he’d take me to the prom and I could wear a beautiful gown. I’d never worn anything as pretty as a prom gown and it did sound exciting but I just couldn’t see myself with another boy, no matter how pretty I looked.

Melody agreed with me that we loved dressing up and pretending to be girls and that sometimes she even thought that Justin Bieber was cute, but she didn’t think she’d enjoy being with another boy, Miss Tony smiled at us and asked us to look at a painting behind her. It was an okay painting, a field with trees and flowers on a sunny day, nothing great, but we did what she asked and looked at the painting anyhow.

Miss Tony repeated her question about becoming real girls and I had to admit, it didn’t seem so bad. I’d been dressing up, using makeup, wearing a wig, all to make people think that I was a girl; what if I didn’t have to do all that. What if I was a girl?

“I dunno,” I gave a little giggle and pointed at my skirt. “Pretending to be a girl is all kinds of fun; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to really be one?”

“I could make out with cute boys like Justin Bieber if I was a girl” Melody said dreamily.

“So you have thought about being girls, haven’t you?” Miss Tony smiled at us and I just had to tell her that deep down inside, I thought I should have been a girl.

“I teased the girls so much because I was jealous,” the words just poured out of my mouth. “When they were little, they got to wear such pretty clothes and everyone told them how pretty they looked. No one ever said anything like that to me and it upset me! Why couldn’t I wear a pretty dress for my first communion, why did I have to wear some dumb suit?”

“Yeah.” Melody ended her silence. “Whenever we’re at the mall, mom always asks Suzie and Jenny what they think of different outfits but she never asks us! Ronnie and I try our best to play sports but because we’re not jocks, the other boys pick us last for their teams. I never wanted to play baseball but dad makes me; I’d like to play on the swings, play hopscotch with the other girls, or be taking ballet lessons!”

When our time was up, Melody and I both thanked Miss Tony for helping us to realize that we wanted, no, that we needed to be girls. Miss Tony promised to talk to mom about us becoming real girls but that mom would certainly want to hear it from us. I was a little scared but I just knew that I had to tell mom that I wanted to become a girl for real.

Melody and I were too afraid to say anything to mom for a couple of weeks until Miss Tony told us that mom felt bad because of us. Mom was sure that because she made us wear girl’s clothes, she’d caused me and Melody to become sissies. She told Miss Tony that she felt that she failed us as a mom and that was the only reason she bought us girl’s clothes and stuff; she decided that even though she personally thought it was wrong for us to dress up, she told us that it was okay because she felt guilty that we were stuck this way and seemed to enjoy dressing up.

Melody and I were so very upset; we had been having a wonderful time pretending to be the girls we’d always wanted to be. We got to wear pretty outfits, we occasionally went shopping with mom and the girls, and in a week or so we were going on our family’s traditional spring break vacation as girls! Mom’s being all upset would ruin her fun so we couldn’t let that happen.

That evening, after we helped the girls clean up the dishes; Melody and I went to our rooms and changed clothes. We took off the boys clothes we’d worn to school and put on the prettiest dresses we had. We carefully put on our wigs and went to see the family.

“What’s up ladies?” Dad joked asked as we sat down. “Did the rest of us forget a special occasion or did you two just feel like getting all prettied up?

“We have to tell you guys something,” Melody began. “It’s awfully important so just let us finish, okay?”

I figured that there was no point in beating around the bush so I just blurted out the words.

“Melody and I want to be girls.”

“Not exactly headline material sister dear,” Jenny teased. “You two have been girls for so long, I sometimes have trouble remembering that you’re my brothers. You have closets full of pretty clothes, your dressers are filled with pretty underwear, and I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve seen pantyhose hanging in your shower.”

“Jenny’s right,” Suzie seemed confused. “Melody, you’ve got more pictures of Justin Bieber on the walls of your room than I have on mine and you can’t decide who’s cuter, Dylan or Cole Sprouse. You wear shoes with a higher heel than I do, and your panties are way prettier than mine!”

“So ladies,” Jenny grinned. “Short of getting your peckers cut off, I’d say you two are stuck.”

Dad was about to chew Jenny out for using that kind of language but Melody became the center of attention when she announced that we did want our peckers cut off!

Dad and the girls sat there with their mouths hanging open while mom began to cry.

“It’s all my fault,” she sobbed. “They would’ve been normal boys but I had to turn them into little princesses for a week.”

I walked over and put my arm around mom’s shoulders to comfort her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“It was a wonderful week mom; I never had so much fun before. I finally got a chance to wear petticoats and pretty dress, just like I’d always wanted to do. Our wanting to become girls has nothing to do with that, Melody and I talked it over with Miss Tony and we realized that we always wanted to be girls but we were afraid to admit it.”

“It really made me sad to see how pretty you looked when you made your first communion, Suzie, You can’t imagine how much I wanted to be the one wearing that dress.”

“Same here Jenny,” I gave a little giggle. “It made me so mad when mom packed up your dress and put it in storage, I was hoping to wear it some time and when you got your first bra, I cried myself to sleep.”

“Cheese and crackers!” Jenny exclaimed in shock. “He’s serious.”

“She if you don’t mind,” I smiled and brushed away a lock of hair. “She is as serious as a heart attack.”

I kissed mom’s cheek and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“It’s not your fault mom, but I have to be a girl.”

“Me too!” Melody shouted. “Don’t forget me.”

“You do know what will happen, right?” Dad asked in a soft voice.

“Uh huh,” I shrugged. “We’ll have to take something that will cause our bodies to stop making male hormones and then we’ll start on female hormones. We’re not much when it comes to being boys so it shouldn’t be too long before we start to look like Jenny and Suzie.”

“I want to get started right away so I don’t grow hair on my face,” Melody rubbed a hand across her chin. “And I can’t wait to grow real boobies!”

“It’s not a joke,” mom said, stifling a sob. “Once you start taking female hormones, it would be too dangerous to go back to male hormones. You two will be stuck.”

“We won’t be stuck mom,” I smiled at the thought of developing like a girl. “We’ll be the way we should’ve been all along!”

“Did I mention they’ll cut off your pecker?” Jenny was actually blushing. “You’ll have to sit to pee from then on.”

“Bid deal, you’ve been sitting all your life and it doesn’t seem to bother you. Besides, why would I need a pecker if I’m a girl?”

“My ballet clothes will fit a lot better if I don’t have a pecker.” Melody said blissfully. I’ll have boobies but no pecker; my dance clothes will look perfect!”

“What about other people?” Jenny suddenly got very serious. “They’ll know that Suzie and I had twin brothers, not sisters.”

“Then they’d best get used to your having sisters now!” Dad practically roared. “I

can’t imagine how this came to be but I have heard enough about it to know that there’s no turning back. People have killed themselves because they thought they were in the wrong body and on one cared! That won’t be a problem in this family; boys or girls, we’ll love you no matter what.”

Miss Tony was happy that Melody and I had decided to do what she called the right thing and become girls.

She turned to dad who decided to tag along to watch us get started.

“Do you have a baseball bat at home?”

“Should be one somewhere.” Dad shrugged. “I hoped to use it to teach my sons to play a baseball.

“Well now you’ll need it to keep the boys away from these lovely girls.”

“I just hope that we’re doing the right thing,” Dad looked at mom for reassurance.

Before mom could answer, I kissed his cheek.

“I love you daddy, and you’re doing the right thing!”

That was the first time I ever saw dad cry. He took the pen and without hesitating, signed his name showing that he understood and approved of my being changed into a girl. He handed the pen to mom but she just stood there.

“Is something wrong?” Melody asked her.

“You bet there is!” She huffed. “He got a kiss and I didn’t.”

Melody and I both hurried to give her a kiss so she’d sign the papers.

Miss Tony wished us luck and told us to check back in a couple of months to make sure we were doing okay. She then handed mom a paper referring us to a doctor who would start giving us the stuff to block our male hormones before we got female hormones.

Mom took us to that doctor a couple of weeks after we’d last met with Miss Tony. The doctor was very friendly and explained that it would take at least a month before we’d see any changes.

First, without male hormones, a thin layer of fat would build up under our skin, making us look a little softer and rounder; once the female hormones kicked in, we’d become even softer yet and we’d begin to develop like girls did when they went into puberty.

Since Melody was younger and had less male hormones to overcome, she’d start to develop first. Her body fat would start to accumulate around her hips and butt and before long her breasts would begin to develop.

I wasn’t happy with Melody developing before me but I wouldn’t be that far behind her; for once, not being much of a boy was going to help me!

We each got shots and prescriptions along with follow up appointments to make sure everything was working out the way it was planned. The doctor went over all of the changes we could expect again, gave us a couple of booklets to read about the same stuff and we were off.

Our butts were a little sore for a couple of days because of the shots but that was okay; Melody and I just thought of what the shots were for and then we didn’t mind the pain at all!

We still had a little over a month of school left; mom and dad insisted that we finish the year as boys since there would be a lot of paperwork to go through before we could attend classes as girls. I couldn’t take a chance on screwing anything up since I’d been accepted into a prestigious local college if I kept my grades up until graduation. Next year though, watch out, there’s gonna be a new girl swishing her cute little butt down the halls!

The thought of wearing a uniform skirt with a white blouse, knee socks, and saddle shoes excited the crap out of me but what really frosted my cake was that once a month, we were allowed to leave our uniforms at home and wear everyday stuff. I was determined to have a closet bursting with pretty outfits when that time rolled around!

School ended without any real problems; Melody and I did get a few odd glances towards the end of the year when we started looking softer and more like girls, but no one said anything to us.

The day we finished school, Jenny and Suzie helped me and Melody clear out all of the boy’s clothes we owned. We packed them into garbage bags and took them to a local second hand store; hopefully some boys will get good use out of our old stuff cause there was no way that me or Melody would wear boy’s stuff ever again!

We went on our annual vacation that weekend; two whole weeks of swimming, horseback riding, fancy restaurants, and except for daddy, (I started calling him that because it made him blush the first time), there would be no boys. Ronnie and Timmy were gone for good; mom and dad had sent in the forms to change our birth certificates to show that we were now two girls named Melody Ann and Amanda Marie.

Those two weeks were so much fun! I wore cute shorts and tops, denim mini skirts that made daddy choke the first time he saw me in one, and pretty bathing suits that made boys droll whenever Jennie and I walked by them. During the day, she and I would lay out our towels on a nice open spot on the beach where we knew there’d be plenty of good looking boys. Suzie and Melody weren’t that concerned about boys except to sit and watch them and giggle when the boys looked at them.

Once Jenny and I got settled, we’d start slopping suntan lotion on each other until a cute boy would come over and offer to help. All we had to do was smile at the guys and they’d make sure that they covered every bit of exposed skin with lotion.

Jenny had talked me into pulling that stunt; I thought it was a little silly but she insisted that it was a great way to meet boys so I went along with it. When the first boy did it, I felt a little weird but the more he rubbed my back, the better I felt. When I rolled over and looked into his baby blue eyes though, I started feeling much, much better!

It was so cool, every day mom would remind us to put suntan lotion on each other’s back. We’d smile and tell her not to worry, that we’d make sure we used it. We had a bottle in the bag we took to the beach with us, but in two weeks, we never opened it.

It’s not that we lied to mom about using it, we wore it faithfully, but there were always cute boys who insisted in putting in on us. All we had to do was to lay there and tell them how strong their hands felt as they rubbed our backs. One or two offered to rub it on our chests and stomachs but backed off quickly when we said what our dad would do if he saw them.

Jenny and I were a big hit with the boys; there was something about twin sisters, excuse me, pretty twin sisters, that drew boys like bugs to a light. If we went to the concession stand, a boy was right there to pay for anything we wanted. If we went for a swim, a boy always popped up next to us in the water. A few had to stay in the water instead of following us out because of having something pop up unexpectedly!

“I can’t believe this Jenny,” I whispered to keep any of the boys from hearing. “No one ever seemed to care what I did before but now I seem to have a fan club.”

“Well, you were sort of a boy before,” she explained as we dried ourselves off, much to the delight of several boys. “Girls want guys like these and you didn’t quite measure up. Even guys want to hang with good looking guys, I guess they think it’ll make them look good too.”

“Wow, boys sure are funny,” I laughed. “We make a lot more sense than they do.”

After a couple of days of sunning ourselves, swimming, and playing beach volleyball, two of the guys got up enough nerve to ask us out. Mom and dad had already given us permission to date but only if we doubled. Jenny had gone out with a few guys at home already and they wanted her as my guardian angel, to guide me through the maze of dealing with boys.

Greg and Kenny, our dates, were two hot looking but very sweet boys. They spent a lot of time just talking to us, they never tried to rub suntan lotion on anyplace except our backs, and we were one of the best volleyball teams on the beach.

Greg, my guy, was a real hunk; he had a tan that made him look like he lived on the beach, muscles that let his sexy fingers rub lotion all the way down to the muscles of my back, eyes that seemed to pull me into him, and lips that begged to be kissed. I don’t know why I never seemed to notice guys before, but ever since I admitted that I wanted to be a girl, I couldn’t take my eye off of them and Greg was definitely worth watching.

“What should we wear?” I frantically asked Jenny. “I guess something with a flared skirt, a petticoat, sheer stockings, and heels would be a bit too much?”

“Tone it down Mandy, we’re going to a movie, not a Broadway show.”

“But I want Greg to pay attention to me.” I whined. “I’m kinda new at this girl stuff and I want to make sure I keep him interested.”

“Greg’s interested, believe me, he’s interested.” Jenny actually snorted and seemed to get lost in her head for a few seconds.

“What are you thinking,” I playfully demanded. “If you know something about Greg, spill it!”

“Oh, I was just thinking of the way he watches you when he thinks I’m not looking. I’ll bet he has some really vile thoughts about you!”

“I hope so,” I said softly so that mom wouldn’t hear. “I know I’ve got all kinds of kinky stuff I’d love to do to him, with him, whatever.”

Jenny gave me a strange look. “Have you always felt this way and how come you never mentioned any of this stuff before?”

“I was younger than Suzie and Melody when I first started having these feelings,” I shrugged. “And as for why I never mentioned it, I was a boy you dummy! How would you have felt if I’d told you that there was this cute guy at school that I wanted to slap a lip lock on and see if I could reach his toes with my tongue?”

“Ew, gross!” She gagged. She thought about it for a couple of seconds and then threw her arms around me.

“You poor baby, all that pent up lust and nowhere to vent it! Don’t worry, dear sister, I’ll help you find the right guy and make sure that you know just what to do with him!”

“Do you think I could get Greg to kiss me tonight?” I hoped so, but having no experience with boys, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew what to hope for, but had no idea what I might get.

“He’ll give you a kiss, count on it,” Mom smiled as she came into my room. “A boy would have to be dead to not give you a kiss. I can think of at least a half dozen more things he’d like to do, but Greg seems nice so I think he can be trusted to be a gentleman.”

I felt so good thinking that Greg would kiss me, mom and Jenny felt sure he would, and I planned to give him every chance. There had been so many boys in the past that I would’ve loved to have kissed me but they weren’t interested in Ron. Now, as Mandy, I planned to make boys interested.

“You have to help me figure out what I’m gonna wear tonight Jenny,“ I whimpered as I stood looking at a closet full of outfits. ” I want something that will make Greg think that I’m sweet but hot, you know what I mean?”

Jenny gave me a playful shove. “Of course I know what you mean, I was a girl before you, remember?”

She reached into the closet and pulled out a few things. She handed me a billowy white gauze skirt with a pale blue top that had straps the size of my shoelaces. She planned to wear a skirt like mine, but in blue, with a white top.

“Let’s go with the twin thing,” she grinned.”It worked out so well on the beach.”

“Oh yeah, we never missed when we wore matching suits!”

“Got any really sexy panties?” Mom suggested helpfully. “You don’t want to wear sexy bras that could be seen through your tops, a boy might not be able to handle that, but you’ll be safe with sexy panties.”

“What’s the point, mom?” I wondered. “No one’s gonna see them?”

My head jerked forward because of the slap on the back of it, courtesy of Jenny.

“Thanks Jenny, I was too far away or I’d have done it myself.” Mom stood laughing at my reaction.

“Pay attention Mandy,” Mom said firmly. “This is something important that you need to know now that you’re a girl. Sexy lingerie will entice guys but at your age, that’s not good. Now, sexy lingerie can also make a woman feel very feminine and guys just love it when they’re with a feminine woman. You’ll react differently, you’re every movement will make your dates motor rev beyond belief. You’ll be the kind of woman that makes them feel strong and in charge and there’s nothing like being with a guy who feels that way!”

While mom was giving me seduction lessons, Jenny was rooting through our panties.

“Your choice, Mandy.” She held up two pairs of all lace panties, one in pink, the other black. “If you can’t handle them then you’re wasting your time becoming a girl. This is what being a girl is all about.”

My heart was pounding, every bit of moisture in my mouth drained to my palms, and my knees were shaking. I was still sort of on the fence about this girl stuff; it had been fun so far, but I wasn’t absolutely committed yet, right? I could still back out even though that shot of hormone blockers would keep making me look soft and pretty. If I put on those panties and went on the date with Greg, I knew that I’d never, ever back down, I’d be the kind of girl that guys had wet dreams about!

I grabbed Jenny’s arm, took the black panties, and began pulling of my shorts.

“Go for it sweetie!” Mom called out to me. “Greg will suffer all evening long, fantasizing about what all he’d like to do to you but you’ll be in charge, only you can call the shots! If he gets too riled up, back off and let him rest. If he develops a sudden urge to use the bathroom, stay out of his way, everything will be back to normal when he returns.”

Minutes later, Jenny and I stood side by side in front of the mirror wearing only our panties. Mom just sat on the bed and smiled as we compared boobs and butts.

“I can’t wait to look as hot as you do, Jenny!” It broke my heart that she had such a cute bubble butt and mine was practically flat.

“You look like I did when I was thirteen,” Jenny laughed. “I hated my padded bras!”

“I liked them,” I giggled as we checked out each other’s boobs. “”They gave me cute boobies under my tee shirts.”

“Hey mom, how comes it you freaked the last time Jenny and I did this and you’re being so easy about it now?”

“Because the last time you were my son Ron, remember? It’s no big deal for girls to compare bodies, I did it with by girlfriends, but I didn’t want my sons looking at their sisters’ boobs, no matter how they were dressed!”

Jenny and I decided to wear slips under our skirts to keep our panties from showing. As I pulled mine on, I got a delicious feeling; I just loved being a girl!

We were all dressed, ready to go, our makeup perfect and a little cologne to keep the guys interested, when mom handed me the tube of lipstick I’d left on my dresser.

“Put this in your purse, you’re going to need it.” She winked.

We took denim jackets with us in case it was cold in the theatre but we didn’t really think we’d need them; the boys would make sure we were nice and warm as we cuddled into their chests.

Mmm, you smell great,” Greg told me as we walked to the theatre. He took my hand and pulled me closer.

“You look so hot!” I giggled as I let him pull me close. “That’ll help if it’s cold in the show.”

He smiled at me, causing my heart to race. Why oh why hadn’t I told mom and dad that I wanted to be a girl years ago?

The guys led us to seats in the very back of the theater. We wouldn’t be able to see the screen very well but I can speak for me and Jenny when I say that with two hot looking, well muscled guys like our dates, we didn’t plan on watching much of the movie!

It only took a minute or two after we sat down that Jenny and I snuggled closer to the guys. By the time the lights went out and the movie started, out tongues had gotten to know each other.

The feel of Greg’s rough skin against me excited the heck out of me. The hormone blockers I took had softened my skin, reduced the little muscle tone that I had, and made me much more aware of things like smells, textures, and colors, especially Greg’s smell, the texture of his skin, and the color of his eyes! The first time I kissed him I squeezed the muscle of his arm and I started getting warm. I squeezed it again and the warm feeling spread throughout my body; by the third kiss, I was ready to climb over the seat, sit in his lap, and shove my tongue so far down his throat the his knees would jerk!

I couldn’t get enough of Greg and he felt the same about me. We hugged, we kidded, we hugged some more, and we kissed some more. I was so turned on it was unreal; I kissed him with such intensity and he returned my kisses the same way. I lost track of time until I felt Jenny tapping me and telling me that she wanted to use the bathroom.

I playfully kissed Greg on the nose and told him to stay put. Who was I kidding, judging from the bulge in his jeans, he wouldn’t be going anywhere for some time!

“Did you see the bulge in Greg’s jeans?” I giggled the instant we were in the ladies room.”I think he likes the way I kiss.”

“Did you see the way guys around us were watching?” Jenny asked. “I’ll bet there are quite a few bulges out there.”

“Not to mention some very PO’d girlfriends,” I smiled. “God, I love being a girl!”

We finished what we needed to do, freshened our makeup, and went back to keep the guys happy. To this day, I don’t remember a thing about the movie, but I can still remember every little detail about Greg.

I went to dances every night while we were at the resort and had a fantastic time. It was so much fun picking out a pretty outfit, shaving my legs and underarms, and setting my hair so that I could look pretty. The guys seemed to appreciate what I did; I never had to sit out a single song at any dance; there was always a guy waiting to dance with me.

I rewarded some of the guys with a kiss on the cheek but none of them got the kind of kisses that I saved for Greg. For two weeks, Greg was my guy and I was going to make sure he was well taken care of!

Our last day at the resort as coming up, Jenny pulled me into her room the night before and asked if I wanted to make sure that Greg remembered me.

“Of course I do, Greg’s the first guy I ever made out with, I’ll never forget him and I wouldn’t want him to forget me either.”

“Okay, here’s how we do it.”

The next evening the guys took us out to a movie again,

“Make sure we’re alone, oaky?” We whispered to the guys as we walked into the show. “You’re going to remember this night for a long time!”

The guys didn’t need any explanations; they took us to the most remote part of the show, far away from anyone. We’d practically need binoculars to see the screen from where we sat but what we wanted to see would be right next to us!

As soon as the lights went out, Jenny and I started on the guys, kissing and hugging, running our fingers through their hair, squeezing their arms, and driving them nuts. After a little bit, Jenny gave me the signal; we stopped squeezing their arms and reached into their laps where we were met by firm bulges.

The guys didn’t even try to stop us as we began squeezing them through their pants; instead they grabbed us and gave us the best kisses yet! When their bulges got as hard as we could get them, Jenny and I reached for tissue we’d put in our purses with one hand, and unzipped the guys pants with our other hand. I wasn’t used to trying to fish a guy’s pecker out of his shorts so it took me a little longer than it took Jenny but I still managed to guide Greg’s pecker through the opening in his briefs and out his zipper.

I was getting off listening to Greg panting as I stroked and teased him by running a finger over the tip, Every once in a while, I’d lean over and give him a kiss but he was having a tough time concentrating on kissing so I gave up on that and concentrated on playing with his pecker which seemed to make him very happy. After nearly ten minutes, I could feel Greg tensing up so I wrapped his pecker tip in tissue in time to prevent a mess. When he finally stopped bucking he grabbed me and did his best to suck the polish off my toes.

Jenny and I gave the guys a quick kiss then went to the ladies room to dispose of the tissue. When we got back, the guys were sitting there with far away looks on their faces. We sat down, snuggled close, and tried to watch what was left of the movie.

With just a few minutes of the movie left, Greg started squirming in his seat. He reached up, took my hand from his arm and put it in his lap.

“Do you have any more tissue?” He asked in a small voice.

“Sorry sweetie, that‘s all we brought, we didn’t expect you to need more than one time.”

“Uh, that’s okay,” he said, trying to act brave. “I just thought that if you did…”

He couldn’t continue talking because I was absent mindedly squeezing his pecker. I don’t know why, but squeezing him through his pants just wasn’t doing anything for me, even if it did have Greg pressed firmly into the back of his seat. Since I’d been there before, I was able to get into his shorts, reach his enlarged pecker, and free it. By then, Greg’s eyes had glossed over and he was shaking.

Jenny’s guy was watching me all along and began to chuckle. That stopped the instant that Jenny had his pecker firmly in hand.

It was a big step for me, Greg wasn’t forcing me, I wanted to satisfy my guy.

“Wish me luck,” I whispered to Jenny as I leaned forward and began licking Greg’s shaft. I hoped I was doing it right since I’d never even thought of going down on a guy before but if I was making any mistakes, Greg didn’t seem to mind, he had a grin that went from ear to ear.

I could tell that the movie was going to end very soon so I had to get busy. I opened my mouth and took Greg’s shaft. I held it firmly in place with my hand as I moved up and down on it. Suddenly he tensed up and I felt something coating my tongue; Greg had climaxed in my mouth!

I’d heard older guys talk about a girl giving them head and had wondered what it would be like. Now I had just given my guy head and it didn’t bother me at all. Greg needed relief and I could give it to him, no biggie.

I’d just given just given a guy a blow job and enjoyed it, sealing any chance of going back to being a boy.

“Look what I found!” I said as I pulled one last tissue from my purse. “Now what can I do with this?”

I delicately dabbed at my mouth before glancing at Greg’s pecker which I’d left out.

“A little messy, isn’t he?” I asked. “Here, let me fix that for you.”

I licked the leftovers from the tip of his pecker and carefully patted him dry before putting it back in his pants and zipping them up.

See, I said as I kissed him. ”All better.”

I was sad to have to leave the resort but there were things to get done at home. I tearfully said goodbye to Greg and then we drove off.

One of the first things we did when we got home was to update my driver’s license. With a new birth certificate showing that I was female and a letter from the doctor and Miss Tony, I had no problem at all getting license for Amanda Marie Thomas, a sixteen year old female.

With my new license in my purse, mom, dad, Melody and I set off for the school district offices to get our records changed and have everything set up for our return to school as girls.

When we walked into the office, the secretary smiled and greeted us.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, Suzie and Jenny, what brings you folks in today?”

“We want to make a couple of changes in our records,” I told her as I handed over the papers. “By the way, I’m Amanda and this is my sister Melody.”

The secretary seemed confused but opened the envelope to check out the papers.

She scanned the papers, then shook her head, looked at me and Melody, and began reading them very slowly.

“So you’re Amanda and Melody now?” She asked pleasantly. “Well, you two are certainly quite pretty young ladies. If you’ll sit down, I’ll give these to Mr. Lowe who will meet with you.”

Mr. Lowe was the head guy for the district; we’d never met him and weren’t sure how he’d take our request.

He came out to the waiting room after a bit, looked at us and smiled.

“Please come into my office and we can discuss these changes.”

Mr. Lowe looked over the papers, then looked at me an Melody. He smiled at my parents and typed something into his PC.

“We’ve never had a situation quite like this before, but we have had policies in place to deal with them for some time.”

He reached over to a printer, took some papers off that he’d just printed and handed them to mom and dad.

“Your daughters will be treated as genetic females; all of their records will be changed from Ronald and Timothy Thomas to Amanda Marie and Melody Lynn Thomas. It will be as if your four daughters started in this district.

As you can see on the papers I handed you, a notice will be sent out to all parents advising them of the change and asking that they advise their children to respect your daughters and treat them as they would any other female students. If they harass your daughters in any way, they will be disciplined under the schools sexual harassment policy which could lead to suspension or even expulsion. “

A smile crept to his face.

“Considering the school district’s reputation for virtually guaranteeing graduates admission to the best colleges in the country and the cost of attending, I’m certain that your daughters will meet with complete acceptance.”

He glanced at our outfits.

“I imagine that you girls understand the school’s dress code and will have no problems adhering to it, right?”

Let’s see, we’re going to be wearing pleated skirts, white blouses, knee socks, and saddle shoes unless it’s a dress up day when we can wear everyday outfits like denim skirts or jeans, I guess Melody and I can handle that.

“Provisions will be made for them to shower in private after gym classes but they will take the typical gym classes for girls in their grade level. That would include swimming, gymnastics, track and field, etc.. When taking these classes, they’ll be expected to dress appropriately in one piece swimsuits, and girl’s track suits. They may if they wish enroll in other classes such as fashion design or dance just as any other female students.”

School suddenly changed from boring to exciting! Instead of getting banged around on the football field or trying to avoid getting beaned during baseball practice, I was going to be learning how to walk on a balance beam. Instead of being bored silly in shop class, I’d be designing and sewing pretty outfits!

There was an important step that Melody and I had to take before going back to school; we had to get our nuts cut off. The doctor told us that we certainly had no further use for them since the male hormone blockers and the female hormones we had taken so far had rendered them useless.

What seemed to be a big deal to me and Melody was a simple outpatient procedure. We got undressed, put on gowns, had our groins numbed and minutes later our nuts were gone. We were stitched up, bandages applied, and told that for the next several weeks we should limit our physical activity, (drat, and I so wanted to play a good game of tackle football!), and we’d have to wear pads.

Imagine, having to wear pads, just like Jenny and Suzie did! How great was that, we’d need something exclusively for women! Mom had the girls show us how to pull the backing off and stick them in our panties. It was kind of a neat way to bond with our sisters.

Not long after that Jenny and I were at the mall, picking up some outfits. When we decided to get some lunch, I found us a seat while Jenny got the food. I was looking through Mademoiselle magazine to see what kind of styles were going to hot when a voice startled me.

“Hey Jen, I love your new hair color!”

I looked up to see one, Renee, one of Jenny’s friends, and one of the most popular girls in school, smiling at me.

“Uh, thanks, I got tired of the old one.” I smiled back. “I was looking to make a change, know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she laughed. “Sometimes you just gotta make a change before you go nuts.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Renee,” Jenny said as she walked up to the table. “I see you’ve met my sister Mandy. She and my sister Melody know all about changes!”

Renee looked at me, and then stared at Jenny, apparently unable to close her mouth or look away.

“You don’t have sisters named Mandy or Melody,” She said as she stared dumbfounded at me.

“Of course she does,” I laughed and took my driver’s license out of my purse. “See.”

Renee studied the license, turned it over and over, and held it to the light to see if the hologram that the state put on licenses was there. She finally satisfied herself that the license was real, but still couldn’t seem to figure out who I was.

“I’ve known you sine fourth grade,” she told Jenny. “I know you have a younger sister Suzie, but none named Melody, and you sure don’t have a twin sister. You do though have two brothers, a younger one named Timmy and Ronnie, your twin.”

“Until school let out, I was Ronnie,” I smiled and stuck out my hand. “Turns out, being her brother was a huge mistake for me and Timmy so just before school ended we set things in motion to become twin sisters to Jenny and Suzie. We’ve got a little ways to go yet, but Timmy and Ron are gone for good.”

“Are those real?” She asked as she stared at my top.

“Twenty nine inches of them are,” I said proudly. “Now that there’s nothing holding back the female hormones I’m taking, I should hit Jenny’s size soon.

Jenny rolled her eyes. “She just got her nuts cut off, she checks her boobs every couple of minutes to see if they’ve grown yet.”

“I started at a 29AAA cup two months ago, I figure by the time school ends, with no nuts to hold me back, I should hit a 32B.”

We had a good time talking about Princess Week, the Princess Project, how Melody and I completely changed the instant we started wearing girl’s clothes, and of course how we spent our summer vacation.

“You sunbathed as a girl?”

“Of course, I would’ve looked silly laying there while some hot guy put lotion on my back, don’t you think?”

I really think that if Renee’s eyes got any wider, they’d have taken up her whole face.

“This is some kind of weird joke, isn’t it?” She demanded. “I can’t figure out though why you’d be hanging out in the mall dressed like that?”

I fished around in my purse and laid out pictures taken of Jenny and me sunbathing and playing volleyball, a couple Jenny had taken on the sly of me and Greg sucking face, and of course pictures mom and dad had taken of my first date.

“Oaky, you win.” Renee threw up her hands as if surrendering. “Hanging out in the mall dressed like that would be crazy and there ain’t a chance that you’d get some yummy guy like that to put lotion on you or suck face like that if he thought you were another guy.”

“I guarantee you that Greg never once thought that Mandy might be a boy,” Jenny scooted close to Renee and started telling her about our last date.

“Oh my god,” Renee chuckled. “You two packed tissue just to do that? I’ll bet the guys loved that!”

“Well, Greg seemed pretty happy until his honey started squeezing his pecker while watching the movie!” Jenny started laughing. “The dear girl was just sitting there, not a care in the world, and her poor date was suffering from terminal excitement.”

“So what’s the big deal,” Renee asked with a shrug. “You grab some more tissue and get back to work.”

“We didn’t have any more tissue.” By then Jenny was wiping the tears running down her cheeks.

“The poor baby must’ve been suffering,” Renee scolded. “How could you do that to him?”

“But it was an accident,” I tried to explain. “Playing with his pecker was so much fun, I just kept on squeezing it after we had finished. I made it up to him though.”

“You didn’t use rough paper towels from the bathroom on the poor boy, did you?” Renee asked accusingly.

I was about to tell her what happened but Jenny blurted it out before I could.

“Jenny took matters in hand, you might say. Or better yet, in mouth! My sweet sister here went down on her guy like a pro. You should’ve seen the guy’s eyes, he never expected Mandy to go down on him like that but he was clearly having a great time!”

“So was I,” I said smugly. “I created a problem for my poor honey and I fixed it. I had a great time, he had a great time, so what’s the big deal?”

Instead of answering, Renee held her hand out to high five me!

“Welcome to the “Sucked It and Loved It” club Mandy, you are absolutely a girl, I’ll choke anyone who says otherwise.”

Renee and I became close friends after that.

The letter from the school district arrived two days later and the craziness began. So many of Suzie and Jenny’s friends called, along with one or two of mine and Melody’s that mom and dad decided that something had to be done. They rented a hall, arranged for pizza’s and soft drinks, and let the four of us send out invitations.

Melody and I were scared and excited when the day of the party finally came; we were going to show everyone that we weren’t freaks, just a couple of ordinary girls. Suzie and Jenny promised to stay with us and Renee made sure that all of her friends knew that Melody and Mandy Thomas were her friends and that it would bother her if anyone made fun of us.

Just for fun, Jenny and I decided to dress alike as did Melody and Suzie. Jenny and I chose the outfits we wore for out last date at the resort while Melody and Suzie chose pretty, matching sundresses with flared skirts, and flip flops. The four of us had our hair and nails done at the shop the woman who sold us our wigs had recommended. It was heavenly to sit back while our hair was done and polish was applied to our finger and toe nails. I made a mental note to have that done as often as I could; I knew I was going to enjoy being a girl!

Kids started trickling into the hall. One by one they’d come near and kind of look at us the way kids do in art museums, not quite sure what they were seeing. Since Suzie and Melody were wearing the same dresses with the same hair style and color, kids spent more time trying to figure out which one was which.

Mom and dad had been doing something on the other side of the hall and when they finished, there was a lot of nudging and whispering as a crowd formed in front of a table. I wandered over to see what was up and there on the table, were framed shots of me and Melody; then and now sort of pictures with an Ipad running videos.

There were pictures of us growing up, our first day in school, my trying to catch a football and Melody trying to hit a baseball. The next shots were of me and Melody learning to curtsy as princesses, Suzie trying to teach Melody how to do some ballet positions, and then me and Jenny sunning ourselves on the beach, playing volleyball with the guys, and leaving on our date, holding hands with the guys.

Renee walked over and poked me in the side.

“Too bad there aren’t any pictures of you doing Greg at the show,” she laughed. “They’d be worth seeing!”

“Mom and daddy would have a heart attack,” I laughed. “I wonder if mom ever goes down on daddy?”

She shook her head, “I’m not sure why, but parents never seem to talk about that sort of thing.”

Dad’s voice suddenly boomed out. “On behalf of out lovely daughters Amanda and Melody, their mom and I would like to welcome everyone.”

“I’m sure there’s been a lot of rumors since the letter from the school district came out. I know that because my phone’s been tied up ever since. We put this little party together so that everyone who’s interested could meet the girls, get to know them, and ask all of the questions that I’m sure you have. Keep it clean and have a good time.”

Melody and I was overwhelmed with questions; what was the deal with the gowns and the curtsying? Did we feel funny wearing dresses and stuff? Was this some kind of really freaky joke? Why was I holding that guy’s hand?

Suzie, Jenny, and Renee stayed right with us as we fielded question after question. We wore the gowns and had to curtsy because we’d upset our sisters and were being punished. No, it didn’t feel funny wearing dresses and stuff; it felt right since we knew we should’ve been girls and should’ve been dressing like that all of our lives.

“The guy in the picture is Greg, we met while we were on vacation and became friends. Jenny and I, Greg and his friend Kenny, Jenny, were the best volleyball team on the beach for two weeks; at the end of our vacation they took us to the show, He was a real sweetheart, so I held his hand.

“And finally,” I flashed my best smile and brushed my skirt back and forth. “Melody and I wouldn’t have spent a couple of hours getting our hair and nails done to play a joke., Ron and Tim are gone for good, in a couple of weeks, the Thomas sisters will be in class with the rest of you. We hope you’ll accept us.”

For the first time in my life, I was happy to go back to school. Of course, going back as a cute girl in a pleated skirt was a big, huge plus!

Renee was a big help at school; being friends with one of the most popular kids at school smoothed over so many bumps and made life easier. When she introduced me to her friends that just happened to be the clique every girl wanted to be in, my acceptance was a given. Not just that but Renee also introduced me to a few girls who made up the SILI club; girls who’d gone done on guys and enjoyed it. It was always referred to as the “silly” club; pretty much everyone thought that we must be a bit goody or silly but we all knew the letters stood for Sucked It and Like It.

So with very little fanfare, Melody and I started back to school in skirts, carrying purses, and all the fun stuff like curling our hair, wearing a little makeup, and gossiping with the other girls. Yeah, there were a few kids who avoided us and gave us nasty looks, but they kept quiet; the guy running the district was right; getting tossed out of a school with a fantastic reputation wasn’t worth bothering us over.

Going back to school as girls was exciting, but going to school every day as girls was about as exciting as watching paint dry. We still had to pay attention, we still had to be prepared to answer questions about what we learned, and we still had tests to take. It was fun being Jenny’s sister, especially since I made a whole bunch of friends; kids that ignored Jenny’s twin brother now made an effort to get to know her twin sister.

One drawback of returning to my old school as a girl was that all of the guys knew that Mandy Thomas had been Ron Thomas and although no one did or said anything to hurt me, they just weren’t ready to date a girl who’d been a guy and that really hurt. Jenny and Renee had plenty of dates but I had to sit home and study or cruise the net. Even Melody had a social life; She joined the Girl Scouts, took ballet and dance lessons, and tied up the phone talking to her girlfriends about cute boys.

I was beginning to think I was going to be a cute doll on a shelf; I noticed boys looking at me but none came over to get to know me or ask for a date. I went to dances but stood there while my girlfriends danced. Guys were a part of the group I loafed with but they just couldn’t seem to see me, no matter what I wore.

That changed suddenly in November, just before Thanksgiving when Ethan Jules, one of the hottest guys on the football team came up to me between classes.

“Hi Amanda, I’m… “

“Ethan Jules,” I nearly shouted. One of the hottest guys in school knows my name!

“Yeah, I’ve seen you playing football, that was a great game last Saturday;” I knew everything about this guy and although I sorta doubt that he needed to be told his name, his position on the football team, where he lived, and the fact that we’d actually been in the same homeroom since third grade, but for some reason I just had to tell him.

Instead of making tracks away from me like a normal guy would, Ethan not only stood his ground but he smiled at me.

“So this is what it feels like be stalked?”

“Oh god, I’m sorry Ethan,” I felt like such an idiot.

I just loved the way his mouth moved when he talked and I loved the way his eyelids opened and closed, I loved his broad shoulders and chest, and, well what the heck, there wasn’t anything about Ethan I didn’t like!

“What’s to be sorry about, it’s not every day that a pretty girl stalks me.”

“Okay, then I’m sorry that I’m acting like a complete moron.”

Ethan smiled, taking my breath away.

“Mind if I ask you a question before you start flogging yourself?

“You want to ask me, me, a question??” What would Ethan Jules possibly want to know that I could answer?

“Well, I was going to just ask you, but now I guess I have to ask the other you too. So here goes; the Snowball Dance is coming up just after Christmas, and I’d like to take you. That is, if the other you doesn’t mind? By the way, you really should close your mouth. Unless you can find a way to say yes with your moth wide open, then it would be okay.”

“Uh huh, yeah, sure, okay.” I sorta mumbled. Oh my god, Ethan Jules wants to take me to the Snow Ball dance!

“That’s great Mandy, I was hoping you’d say yes!”

What was I going to do? The excitement of having Ethan Jules ask me to go to the Snow Ball dance with him was going to kill me and I’ll never know what it’s like to be held against that sexy chest of his!

“How come?” I had to ask. “I mean we really didn’t know each other, how come me?”

“No, we didn’t really know each other,” He explained; god I could listen to him talk all day long! “But there was a reason for that, right? I mean, I don’t date other guys, no matter how confused they might be. But now, you’re sure not another guy and you don’t seem at all confused about anything. You’re pretty and you have a really cool personality. I’d like to get to know you better.”

Wowzers, the Snow Ball, the biggest dance other than the prom and I not only have a date for it, he’s the cutest guy in school! This was going to be wonderful; I’d wear a beautiful gown, sexy heels and stockings, my hair and makeup would be perfect, and my doll baby of a date would whisk me across the floor while holding me tight.

“Oh crap,” I moaned. “This is so not good.”

“You have another date?” Ethan asked, disappointed.

“No, but I have no idea how to dance.” I moaned. “I’ll look like a total moron and embarrass you.”

“That’s great!” He grinned madly. “There are a half dozen dances between now and then, we can practice. How about I pick you up at six this Saturday?”

I raced home after school to tell everyone my news. I was going to the Snow Ball with the cutest guy in school. Not just that, but he wants to take me to every dance between now and then.

When I got home, everyone was listening to Jenny talk about how the cutest guy in school was going to take her to the Snow Ball. I’ll bet I looked like one of those dragons in the monster movies; flame and smoke just had to be coming from my nostrils.

“How could he do this to me!” I shouted as rivers of tears rolled down my cheeks. “If he thought I was weird, he could’ve just ignored me instead of humiliating me like this!”

Mom and the girls hurried to make me better with a group hug.

“Who’s doing what you Mandy?” Jenny demanded. “Tell me who’s humiliating you and I swear. I’ll make him pay.”

“Ethan,” I managed to pronounce the name of the worst person in the world even as I sobbed in agony. “Ethan Jules. He asked me to go to the Snow Ball and then turned around and asked you. He did it just to humiliate me!!!”

“Hold on Mandy,” Jenny insisted. “Something’s not adding up. I’m going to the Snow Ball with the cutest guy in the whole school … “

“Ethan Jules!” I sobbed just as Jenny said Eddie Jules.

“I’m going to be his brother Eddie’s date,” she laughed as she gave me a hug. “He’s the cutest guy in school, not Ethan.”

I felt like a complete, well it’s an animal that is sort of like a Donkey but only has three letters in its name.

“You’re going to be Ethan’s date?” Jenny asked. “That is so cool, do you have any idea how many girls would love to be his date?”

I couldn’t say how many girls wanted to be Ethan’s date, I knew that a lot of girls in my group of friends would love to go out with him and every single girl in the SILI group, myself included, would go down on him in a heartbeat!

The next day in school, Ethan met me at my locker and spend a few minutes talking to me before classes. Needless to say, I was the topic of conversation for a number of guys and all of the girls. Jenny and Renee told me that every girl they met wanted to know why Ethan was talking to me; when they found out that Ethan was taking me to the Snow Ball and was going to teach me to dance, many were amazed.

“So Mandy is really a girl, not just some guy that gets his kicks by dressing like a girl?” A few asked.

Why not ask Ethan what he thinks,” Renee suggested which ended all of their questions. There wasn’t a girl in the school who wanted to take a chance on offending Ethan.

When a few boys asked the same question, they got the same answer and like the girls, decided to accept it, not thrilled with the idea of offending a guy Ethan’s size.

I’d been attending classes in a skirt and blouse for two months, I had a purse and I carried my books against my chest like any other girl, I took gym class with the girls and even used the girl’s bathroom but it wasn’t until Ethan asked me for a date that everyone in school accepted that Ron Thomas was gone and his cute sister Melody was replacing him.

Ethan picked me up for our first date with plenty of spare time and gentleman that he was, he assured mom and dad that I’d be safe with him. He and dad then talked football while mom, Jenny, Melody and Suzie kept me company while I finished dressing.

“Sorry to keep you waiting Ethan,” I said in a soft voice as I walked into the room wearing a white top with sheer sleeves, tight jeans, and my sexiest boots.

Ethan stared at me for a little bit before he was finally able to speak.

“That’s okay, Mandy.” He smiled and his eyes roamed all over me, making me feel so good! “Your dad and I had a good time talking about the game last week.”

“Yeah, that was a great game,” I gave him a big smile. “You broke the school and section record for rushing in that game. Your brother did pretty well but he fell about ten yards short of your total, right?”

“That’s amazing, there aren’t many girls interested in football and you’re the only one I’ve ever met who knows the stats!”

“I sucked playing it, but I’ve always been a big fan of the school’s team. You’ve been setting rushing records since you were a freshman, right? You and Eddie have a little rivalry going to see who can rack up the most yardage, and even though he’s caught more passes than you, you’ve scored more yards than he has.”

I could almost hear his pecker getting stiff from my compliments. Even though I couldn’t throw or catch a football for love or money, I loved watching the game and the Jules brothers had led the school’s team to a bunch of victories; I’d bet that there rooms were filled with trophies.

“Why don’t you two talk on the way,” dad suggested with a wink. “You don’t want to be late, do you?”

“No sir, we wouldn’t.” Ethan agreed. “I enjoyed talking to you; I hope we can do it again sometime.”

He took my hand and led me out to his car.

“I hope you’ll go easy on me,” he teased as he squeezed my hand. “I’m not used to pretty girls that can quote football stats as well as any guy. If this is what being stalked is like, I could get used to it!”

“In my defense, I’ve never stalked a guy before,” I squeezed back and moved a little closer. “But if stalking gets me a date to the Snow Ball with the cutest guy in school, I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

“Don’t forget I have to teach you to dance,” he said as he opened the door for me. “That’s bound to take some time. “

I just couldn’t resist, I leaned close and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks for asking me, Ethan.” I smiled and squeezed his arm. “I’ll never forget this as long as I live!”

When we walked into the hall, everyone turned to look at us.

“The guys are jealous,” Ethan teased. “I’ll bet they’re kicking themselves for not asking you out first.”

“They’re no more jealous than the girls,” I teased back. “Every girl in school wanted to go to the Snow Ball with you!”

“I guess we’ll just have to get used to be so gorgeous and wonderful that everyone envious,” Ethan grinned and shrugged. “I’m sure that being so pretty and fun to be with, you must be used to it, but it’s all new to me.”

I was so happy to be Ethan’s date; he made me feel as if I’d never been a boy. I just couldn’t help myself; I grabbed his arm with both of mine, stood on tip toe, and planted a great big kiss on his cheek.

Ethan was sweet and so patient with me; I must’ve apologized a gazillion times for stepping on him but he never seemed to mind. Every once in a while he’d stare at me, tell me how pretty I was and how glad he was that I was going to the Snow Ball with him. Where can a girl hope to find such a wonderful guy?

When Ethan walked me to the door after the dance, I was incredibly happy. I knew that I was a girl, and my family knew that I was a girl, but nothing compared to Ethan’s treating me like a girl; a girl he was interested in dating! I made very sure that he knew that I was interested in him by melting into his strong arms, wrapping my arms around his neck, and giving him a passionate kiss.

“Thank you, Ethan.” I said breathless from our kiss. “I had a wonderful time; I can’t wait for the Snow Ball.”

I couldn’t help but giggle as Ethan stood there smiling.

“Uh huh,” he said when he finally found a way to talk. “Wonderful, Snow Ball, can’t wait.”

With that, he turned and stumbled back to his car.

After that date, several other guys decided that if I was girl enough to be all that Ethan talked about for several days after our date, they’d better check me out too.

I went out with a couple of guys to movies but the school dances were always reserved for Ethan; besides, none of the other guys were nearly as much fun to be with as Ethan.

I did have a lot of fun ice skating, roller skating, and seeing movies with guys and some of them were great kissers, but like I said, they couldn’t seem to excite me the way Ethan did. I can’t really explain what it was about Ethan that was so different. When I went out with other guys we had a good time and when they brought me home, I always gave them a good-night kiss.

When I went out with Ethan, it was heavenly! Ethan had a way of making me feel so special; he’d tell jokes, do silly things, and stuff like that. When he stopped joking around and told me how pretty and special he thought I was, I just wanted to melt.

Ethan knew that I’d drop everything to go out with him but he never pushed it. If I happened to have a date with another guy Ethan would ask when he and I could get together. I never broke a date with another guy to go out with Ethan but if I didn’t have a date, I’d never refuse Ethan.

Melody laughed at me once when I was getting ready for a date.

“Got another hot date with Ethan?”

“Oh yeah,” I smiled, thinking of how we planned to go to a movie but not watch much of it. “But how do you know who I’m going out with?”

“That’s easy,” she smiled. “You spent an hour taking a bath, you needed another half hour to pick out just the right outfit, and you’re wearing a sexy panty and bra combination. You never do all that for anyone but Ethan!”

“Yeah, you’re right, but Ethan’s worth it. “

“I’m glad we became girls.” she laughed. “I love going to dance class and Girl Scouts; I don’t even mind wearing that crappy uniform to school! I can’t wait until I can date, there are so many cute boys I could be sucking face with!”

I promised that I’d teach her all she needed to know about boys so that when mom and dad let her date, she’d be a pro.

Melody had come far since she and I first became girls. She loved wearing pretty clothes, she got mom and dad to let her take ballet, Jazz, and Tap lessons and she was every mom’s dream daughter. All of her teachers described her as the sweetest girl they knew; she paid close attention in class, always had her homework done on time, and was always willing to help out another kid who was having trouble understanding something.

That was one hundred and eighty degrees different than my brother Timmy who hated getting dressed up for anything, didn’t want to bother with outside activities, preferring to stay in his room and play video games, rarely did his homework, and generally didn’t give a rat’s behind about anyone else.

Of course I wasn’t much different; I run my fingers through my hair if it got in my face, wore jeans for three days at a time, passed classes without studying so I didn’t pay attention, and didn’t even bother with girls since they’d eat up my allowance which needed that for my PC games.

Now I love getting my hair done, buying pretty outfits, was respectful to everyone, and simply adored spending an hour or more taking a bubble bath. When a boy smiles at me I go all crazy inside; if it’s Ethan, it’s all I can do to not rush over, jump on him and plant a super lip lock on him. It didn’t seem that long ago that I was a boy being punished by having to dress like a prissy girl for a week; now, I’m a pretty, feminine girl that is madly in love with a boy.

Jenny and I spent several weeks shopping for gowns for the Snow Ball, she finally settled on a figure hugging blue gown with sewn in sparkles that had a very generous slit up one leg and gave an outstanding view of the tops of her breasts.

My figure wasn’t that well developed yet so I couldn’t go for the form fitting gowns which was okay since I wanted to present Ethan with a girl who loved being a girl; a pink gown with sheer blue bodice, and a full skirt (I’m such a sucker for petticoats). I picked out the laciest bra, camisole, and panties set to go along with the matching garter belt that mom had bought for me.

“I know you used to love wearing mine, so I thought I’d spoil you by getting one of your own for the dance. I got you both garter belts and sheer nylons, your dates will never know what hit them!”

The Jules brothers were amazed at their pretty dates when they came to pick us up. Maybe it would be funny to say that they had a tough time figuring out who was who, but that wasn’t tough at all. By then, everyone who had ever met us knew that the girl who had curves galore and loved to show them was Jenny, while the girl who looked like a fairy tale princess was Mandy.

Ethan did a great job of teaching me to dance and I can’t begin to describe the feelings washing over me when he’d take me into his arms for a dance. I was all girl, Ethan’s girl, and I couldn’t have happier. We danced so many songs that I lost count, all that mattered was being held in his arms and hearing him tell me how pretty I looked, what a great dancer I was, and how thrilled he was to be my guy.

Ethan and I were officially a couple after the Snow Ball; other guys might dream of dating me but only Ethan could have that for real.

I made sure Ethan was very happy as my boyfriend; he loved it when I let him lay in my lap and ran my fingers through his hair while we were watching TV so every time we spent an evening watching TV, I made sure he was comfortable as I played with his hair and rubbed his shoulders.

I felt sort of funny when I was around Ethan; I’d always considered myself to be the independent type, you know what I mean? If for some reason mom couldn’t make dinner, I wouldn’t starve, I’d find something to make and I’d eat. During my Princess week, I learned to do laundry and even sew a little bit so if I needed an outfit washed or mended, I could handle it. Melody or Suzie needed help with their homework, well what were big sisters for, right?

Yet, whenever I was around Ethan, I couldn’t hold back feelings of needing him, of wanting him to hold me in his arms and tell me that I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. When I shopped for a Prom gown, I made sure it was a style that I knew Ethan liked seeing me in; Jenny could do the hottie look, (she had more curves and boobs than I did anyhow”), I went for the demure, romantic looking gowns, with full skirts (petticoats too, natch!), chiffon overskirts, lace, and a neckline low enough to entice Ethan without making him droll on my boobs.

When the school year ended, I was heartbroken. I was going to a local college while Ethan had won a football scholarship to an out of state school. I would’ve given the world to go to the same college as him but when I had applied for and won a scholarship to a local school, I was a boy who only thought about the bucks he could make with an Engineering degree rather than the heartbreak he’d face when he became a girl and fell in love.

Jenny as just as sad as I was, she too had gotten a scholarship for the local school and had to watch the love of her life go out of state. We both dated others while we were in college and of course the guys came back for special occasions to be our escorts and we’d drive to their school for special events but it wasn’t the same as having my guy contentedly laying on my lap, while I played with his hair.

We all dated others and promised we’d be together when college ended but it just wasn’t good enough; there wasn’t another guy in the whole wide world who was half as sweet and wonderful as Ethan. I wanted Ethan and it tore me up that some other girl was spending time with my guy.

The next chance we had was a ceremony at the guy’s school where they’d receive an award for outstanding scholastic achievement. Jenny and I shopped for outfits that would give the guys something to remember but I had other plans.

“Do you really want to keep Eddie?” I asked one night as we were modeling our dresses.

“Of course I do,” Jenny looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “I want Eddie every bit as much as you want Ethan.”

“And you really think that seeing us in pretty outfits now and then will keep them focused on us?”

Jenny knew I had a plan, she could read my mind as easily as I could read hers.

“What did you have in mind, sister dear?”

I just smiled and said two words, “Remember Greg?”

“Oh my god, you’re kidding me, right? I thought you’d forgotten all about that.”

“If we could find Greg, I’ll bet you any money he hasn’t forgotten.” I challenged. “So what do you say, are you woman enough to give your guy something to remember, or are you a scared little girl?

Jenny thought about what I’d said and stated laughing.

“Me, a scared little girl? If I remember correctly, you had been living as a girl for a few short months before I convinced you to give Greg a hand job during the movie.”

“I’m not talking about hand jobs, I’m talking about sucking on their peckers until they beg for mercy! We’ll make sure that they remember the Thomas sisters.”

I taught Jenny everything I knew about giving a guy head; from my experience with Greg and what I’d learned from some of my girlfriends. We used cucumbers as props and soon we were able to take nearly all of a cucumber with ease. Our guys were going to have their minds and peckers blown!

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing and that the guys will enjoy this?” Jenny asked during one of our practice sessions.

“I’d say that she knows exactly what she’s doing and trust me, the guys will love it.” Mom had walked in unnoticed, gotta make sure I lock the door in the future. “Of course, you should have long, red, nails and run them down the length of his shaft and under his sack; he’ll be putty in your hands.”

I gave mom a funny look; it seemed so weird to have her give me and Jenny lessons in how to give a guy a blow job, but she just stared back at me.

“Do you think you’re the first woman to ever give her guy oral sex?” She asked. “Trust me, women have been doing that since Eve and men have enjoyed it since Adam. There’s nothing dirty about it, you’re giving your man pleasure; it’s what we women do. You should enjoy making your guy happy and going down on him will make him very, very happy.”

“Is that why dad smiles a lot,” I teased.

“I take care of your dad and he takes care of me,” she insisted. “Get rid of that useless piece of flesh between your legs and get Ethan to take care of you once in a while.”

“Mom’s right,” Jenny piped in. “You’ve been a woman since high school, you’re madly in love with a guy, so what’s holding you back?”

Mom raised an eyebrow. “Your dad and I gave you the option of remaining a boy and dressing like a girl whenever you wanted but you chose to become a girl. Melody will be having the final surgery next month, there’s still time to get you in.”

“Think of it sis,” Jenny spun a beautiful tale. “We can have a double wedding, gorgeous gowns, and petticoats under yours of course; sexy lingerie, our hair and makeup will be perfect. We’ll say “I do,” dance a few dances, then go on our honeymoons and screw our husband’s brains out!

From then on, there will be no waiting, when we want them, we’ll just push them down and take them!”

The thought of forcing husband into making love upset me.

“No, I’d never force Ethan to make love to me, I don’t want to be a whore, I want to be his wife, to be loved and taken care of, that’s the type of woman I’ve become and that’s the type of woman I’ll always be.”

“You didn’t mind taking control of Greg, remember?”

“Tell me that you didn’t go down on a boy weeks after deciding to become a girl!” Mom asked.

“It’s kind of a long story mom,” I squeaked.

“Okay, it was my idea to jack the guys off, sort of a going away present,” Jenny began telling the story she’d come to love telling. “It all worked out okay until dummy here kept squeezing Greg’s pecker afterwards, when we were supposed to be watching the movie.”

“For heaven’s sake,” I pleaded for some sympathy and a little understanding. “I didn’t mean to do anything, my hand was in his lap and he seemed to enjoy it when I squeezed him. How was I to know it was making him horny again? No one had ever done that to me when I was Ron and I didn’t exactly have a lot of experience with boys either!”

“So there we were, the boys were happy and we were happy.” Jenny cut me off to continue her favorite story. “All of a sudden, Greg starts getting restless and breathing kinda hard. I looked over and there was my sweet sister wondering what was happening. It took her a few seconds to realize what she’d done but then she sprang into action!”

“C’mon , the poor guy looked terrible. All that pressure had built up and there was nowhere to go, it was my fault so I took care of it.”

“Greg couldn’t believe what was happening,” Jenny howled with laughter. “He just sat there smiling and running his fingers though Mandy’s hair.”

“That felt so-o-o nice, I was glad that he was enjoying it. He seemed surprised when I swallowed but it wasn’t much, I only had a tissue left to dry him off after I cleaned him up, and it would’ve been gross to spit in the theatre.”

By this time, mom and Jenny both had tears running down their cheeks from laughing so hard.

“You cleaned him up?” Mom asked, unable to hide her surprise.

“Uh huh, there was a little bit left on the tip of his pecker so I licked it off and dried him with the tissue I had left.”

“My daughter the slut!”

“I’m not a slut, I’m a good girl mom. I promise. I’ve never gone down on another guy.”

“But you’re busy teaching Jenny here how to do it; I gotta think you’re planning on making Ethan and Eddie very happy this weekend.”

“We love them so much mom, we just want to make sure they don’t forget us while they’re away.”

“You could write them a letter.”

“No, it has to be this mom.” I stood my ground. “I want Ethan to know that I love him and doing this will show him that I want him to be happy and to know that I’ll be a good wife and take such good care of him.”

“Your grown women now,” Mom smiled. “Go for it!”

The guys were thrilled to see us for the dance and we had a great time with them. When it was over, they drove us back to the hotel where we were staying and began to give us good-night kisses. That’s when we reached down and grabbed their peckers.

“Just follow us, guys.” We kissed their cheeks and led them to our room. Once we got them in the door, Jenny quickly locked it as I went to change my outfit.

“Don’t go away boys,” I whispered sexily. “We’ll be right back!”

We got out of the gowns and lingerie we wore and slipped into ultra sexy looking baby doll nighties with matching ruffled panties. We stepped into heels that matched our nightgowns, fluffed our hair, sprayed on a little more perfume, and touched up our makeup.

“Did you miss us?” Jenny cooed as we came back to the boys.

“Uh huh,” was the best they could do as they stared at us.

“Come over here, sweetie,” Jenny said as she led Eddie to a big, comfy chair.

“These have to go,” she told him as she removed his pants.

“You too lover,” I whispered to Ethan as I led him to another chair and took off his pants.

“You boys have been gone way too long,” Jenny smiled as she pulled Eddie’s pecker from his briefs. “Mandy and I are worried that you’ll forget us so we decided to give you a reason to remember us.”

Just as mom had taught us, we ran our long, red, fingernails up and down their shafts and under their sacks. Within seconds it was like someone had dipped their peckers into concrete.

“I really missed you Ethan,” I told him as I licked the very tip of his pecker. Mom was right again, she’d told us that the tip was extremely sensitive, almost torture, but that the guys would love having it licked. Ethan’s legs shot out away from the chair, he stiffened up, and began to moan.

I’d never seen that happen before and I was a little worried.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, no, god no,” Ethan managed to say in between sharp breaths. “Keep going, please keep going.”

So I did.

After a few minutes of running my finger along his shaft and using both my tongue and finger on the tip of his pecker, I grabbed it tightly, (he was starting to buck and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get it in my mouth), and began putting it further and further into my mouth.

“Incredible!” Ethan gasped.

I smiled as I took his pecker out just long enough to thank him and then went back to work. A minute or so later I felt him tense up and try to pull back.

“I’m going to…” He started to say.

I shook my head no and tightened my grip. His pecker was staying right where I put it!

Suddenly, he tensed up and shouted “Oh my god!”

His pecker twitched a few times and he climaxed into my mouth.

I grinned, happy with my achievement, licked him clean, and dried him off.

“Did I do a good job?” I asked hopefully.

“You were wonderful, incredible, fantastic!” Ethan gushed as he pulled me close. “Are you sure it was okay for me to…”

“Of course it was baby,” I smiled and brushed his cheek. “You’re my guy, why should I mind?”

“You are one incredible lady, do you know that?” He asked as we hugged. “I’m sorry, in all of this confusion, I forgot something.”

He reached into the pants he’d been wearing and pulled out a small jewelry box. Eddie smiled at Jenny and did the same.

“In case we’ve never mentioned this,” Ethan smiled. “We‘re madly in love with you two and can’t live without you.”

With that, they both got down on one knee and held the boxes out to us.

“Marry us, please?” They asked in unison.

Jenny and I looked at each other, too excited to speak. We took the boxes from the guys and opened them to find two gorgeous Diamond engagement rings.

“Of course,” Ethan told me. “Yours is a Princess cut.”

Jenny and I squealed in delight and gave our guys huge hugs.

“Well,” Eddie asked. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh god, of course I’ll marry you!” Jenny told him in between kisses. “I love you so much and can’t wait to marry you.”

“Will you marry me, Amanda?” Ethan asked softly. “Marry me and make me the happiest man on earth.”

I couldn’t help myself, I started crying and couldn’t stop.

“What’s wrong Mandy?” Ethan asked. “I thought we were in love?”

“I do love you Ethan, I really do, but I can’t.”

“Why not? You said you loved me, what could be more important than that?”

“This,” I groaned as I gestured to my crotch. “We’re forgetting about this.”

Ethan was determined not to lose me. “Your mom told me that Melody was having hers removed next month; if you go at the same time, you can be all healed and ready for a fall wedding. I love you and want you to be my wife.”

I was overtaken with emotion and began shaking and crying.

“Are you okay?” he asked, obviously concerned and confused.

“Yes,” I finally managed to say before planting a kiss on him that would take his breath away. “Yes, I’m okay, and yes, I’ll marry you.”

The guys slid our rings on our fingers and kissed us. I couldn’t imagine being happier but there was always the wedding to look forward to.

I checked into the hospital with Melody a month later. Of course, Mom, dad, Jenny, and Suzie had to come along; we’d gone that far as a family and they had to be there for me and Melody.

Recovery wasn’t easy, there was more than enough pain to endure and when I had to change my bandages, it did seem just a little odd to notice that I no longer had a pecker. Ethan had promised me though that he had a pecker that would be available any time I needed one, all I had to do was whistle, and he’d bring it right to me!

Ethan was a man of his word, he finished college and moved back to town to take a job with daddy so that his pecker would always be close if I needed it. On the Friday that he moved back, we went to celebrate with dinner at a high class restaurant followed by a getaway weekend at a nearby resort.

As soon as we got to our room, I rushed to change into the nightgown I wore the day he proposed to me. My nipples were stiff and there was a feeling in my crotch that only Ethan could relieve.

“I’m all yours lover boy,” I said playfully as I undid his pants. “Let me help you get comfortable.”

Ethan was out of his clothes in an instant, he swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. His lips were all over my body, setting me on fire, while his hands were removing my panties. I was more than a little nervous when I felt his pecker pressing against me but the next thing I knew, he was inside and I felt ecstatic!

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he set about teaching me everything there was to know about carnal delights! He gently pulled back, thrust in, then pulled back again. I met his every move and we set up a rhythm that only lovers have.

I have no idea where my lover learned to be so gentle but yet so passionate but every thrust drove me insane with pleasure! I don’t know how long it took but I began to feel a tingling in every part of my body that I’d never felt before. I could tell by his breathing and the way he was tensing up that our time had come. I clamped down on his pecker with my muscles and we met in a positively mind blowing climax!

“I may never let you out of the house,” I giggled as we lay basking in the afterglow. “Come to think of it, I may never let you out of bed!”

We were married that fall in a double ceremony with Jenny and Eddie. Renee was Jenny’s Maid of Honor and Melody was mine. Of course I chose a very romantic looking gown for myself but deferred to Jenny on the gowns that the girls wore.

Jenny chose beautiful pink gowns with sheer wraps that hugged the girls figures and allowed a flash of breast to show. All of the girls in the wedding party were thrilled with their gowns as were the guys who were their escorts. I noticed Melody’s escort checking out her butt and breasts every chance he got; maybe Jenny, and I would have to talk to her about the best way to please a guy while keeping your panties in place?

A year or so after we married, Ethan and I were in bed, having just completed another wonderful love making session. Ethan was a fantastic lover before we married but he got even better afterwards. One morning, I was feeling a little groggy yet there were some delightful feelings coming from my crotch. I managed to pry my eyes open and discovered Ethan with his face buried in my crotch, licking me to heights of pleasure that I couldn’t imagine existed! I had so many orgasms that morning that I lost count and Ethan never once entered me.

Who needs alarm clocks when you can wake up like that?

On another weekend morning, Ethan once again woke me with his tongue. I had a surprise for him that day though; I managed to roll around without dislodging that wonderfully talented tongue of his until I could take his pecker into my mouth. Ethan stopped for just a second to thank me and then once again dedicated himself to making me so happy that I made the right choice years before when faced with remaining a cross dressing boy or becoming a girl.

A few hours later, Ethan threw on a robe and went to check the mail. He was staring strangely at one envelope; he grabbed a letter opener, took out the letter and read it. I watched as his face turned ashen.

“What’s wrong honey?” I thought something horrid had happened.

“It was all a trick,” he said as he handed me the letter. “You and Melody, nothing but a trick.

The letter was on official stationary of the state’s District Attorney’s office, it said that he regretted to have to tell me but that Miss Tony, the counselor who had guided me and Melody in our journey to womanhood had been arrested for gross violations of the state’s medical code of conduct.

It turns out that Miss Tony had endured a life of abuse by her father and brothers; although she was very intelligent, they constantly berated her and made her feel worthless. She wanted revenge but there was no way she could do anything to her father or brothers so she devised a way to take out her revenge on any available male.

She left home, went to college, majored in Psychology and began working as a therapist. When dealing with other women, she was as helpful as possible and made life better for those she counseled. However, when a boy was brought to her with any problem, she did her best to convince him and his family that he had an overwhelming need to become a girl.

She would hypnotize the boy and plant suggestion in his mind that he wanted to dress like a girl. When his parents came to her to discuss their son’s odd behavior, she hypnotized them also and planted suggestions that resulted in them not only approving of their son’s cross dressing but encouraging him to do so.

As time went on, she escalated the suggestions, leading the boy to tell his parents that he wanted to become a girl. Of course, the parents would come to Miss Tony alarmed, but leave feeling comfortable with the idea of their son changing sex. While they thought they were meeting with Miss Tony to help their sons, they were actually being manipulated to further feminize the boy.

The plan fell apart when her secretary accidentally overheard her encouraging a family to let the confused boy become a girl. She reported the conversation, an investigation was begun and five families learned to their horror that their sons, who had never even considered cross dressing but were well on their way to becoming young ladies and there was nothing that could be done to prevent it.

Ten other families, mine included, had been so skillfully misled that their sons were now women ; three, like me, had married as women and one had adopted a child. What a blow it must’ve been, especially for the proud new mom, to find out that her life was a fraud.

The letter ended with apologies and a note that Miss Tony’s insurance company was paying out a two and a half million dollar settlement to each of us young men who had been cruelly tricked by someone they should have been able to trust.

“What now?” Ethan asked. “Now that you know.”

“Let’s see, what’s changed? I’m two and a half million dollars richer than I was yesterday, my sister Melody now has more than enough money for that dream wedding to that hunk she’s engaged to and plenty left over to open that dance studio with Suzie.

Me? I’m still happily married to a man I adore and who adores me. I wasn’t meant to end up as a married woman but I’m not complaining and I’m sure Melody isn’t complaining either;, mom was saying just the other day that my sweet sister is such a screamer that she kept mom and dad up the last time they went on vacation with her and her fiancée.”

Ethan stood there dumbfounded, not quite sure of what he’d just heard.

“Aren’t you upset?” He asked.

“I sure am! I’m feeling all kinds of horny seeing you standing there, your robe open and your pecker in full view.”

He stated to close the robe but I grabbed his hand and pulled him next to me on the bed. I know I said I wanted to be sweet and submissive to my husband, but there are times when a girl’s gotta take charge and this was one of them.

I yanked his robe off him and flipped around so that I could suck on his pecker while he licked me back to heaven. I tossed the letter aside just as my husband’s tongue hit all the right spots.

I’d have to send a thank you card to Miss Tony I thought as I took his pecker in my mouth, after all, The Princess Project had been such a success!