The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on my sister’s bedroom. I stood there, my heart pounding, staring at the reflection in the mirror. My sister’s pink sundress clung to my slender frame, the fabric smooth against my skin. I had always been drawn to her clothes, to the way they made me feel… different. Not like Taylor, the boy. But like someone else. Someone I couldn’t quite name yet.

The flu had kept me home from school, and with the house empty, I couldn’t resist. I had slipped into her room, rummaged through her dresser, and found the perfect outfit. Now, standing there, I felt a mix of exhilaration and guilt. What if someone saw me? What if they found out? But the thrill was too intoxicating to resist.

I twirled in front of the mirror, the skirt flaring out around me. For a moment, I forgot about everything—about school, about being a boy, about the world outside. I was lost in the fantasy, in the feeling of the fabric against my skin, in the way the dress made me feel pretty.

And then the door creaked open.

I froze, my heart lurching into my throat. Slowly, I turned around, my stomach twisting into knots. My sister, Jessica, stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her eyes wide with shock.

“Taylor?” she said, her voice low and incredulous. “What… what are you doing?”

I couldn’t speak. My mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Jessica stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She walked toward me, her gaze never leaving the dress I was wearing.

“Is that… my dress?” she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief.

I nodded, feeling the heat of shame crawl up my neck. “I… I just wanted to see what it felt like,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Jessica stared at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile crept across her face. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was sharp, almost predatory.

“Well, well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like my little brother has a secret.”

I swallowed hard, my stomach churning. “Jessica, please… don’t tell anyone.”

She laughed, a cold, brittle sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, I won’t tell anyone… yet. But if you ever want me to keep this quiet, you’re going to have to do exactly what I say. Exactly.”

I nodded frantically, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes, anything. Just… please, don’t tell Mom and Dad.”

Jessica’s smile widened, and she stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a strange, cruel light. “Good. Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go to keep your little secret.”

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The next few days were a blur of humiliation and fear. Jessica made me her personal plaything, forcing me to wear her clothes around the house whenever our parents were out. She took pictures, giggling as she snapped shot after shot of me in various outfits, my face burning with shame.

“You look so pretty, Taylor,” she teased, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Almost like a real girl.”

I wanted to cry, wanted to run away and never come back. But I couldn’t. Jessica held all the power, and she knew it.

One afternoon, she dragged me into the bathroom and sat me down in front of the mirror. “Today, we’re going to make you even prettier,” she said, holding up a tube of lipstick.

“Jess, please…” I begged, my voice trembling. “I don’t want to…”

She slapped me across the face, the sound echoing off the tiles. “You don’t get to say no,” she hissed, her eyes blazing with anger. “Not if you want me to keep quiet. Now shut up and let me work.”

Tears streamed down my face as she applied the makeup, her hands rough and impatient. She painted my lips a bright, glossy red, smearing blush on my cheeks and mascara on my lashes. When she was done, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a cruel smile.

“There. Now you look like a real girl,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Let’s see how you do in public.”

My heart stopped. “W-what?”

She grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the bathroom and toward the front door. “We’re going to the park,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to walk around like the little girl you are.”

“Jessica, please,” I begged, my voice shaking. “I can’t… people will see…”

She turned to me, her eyes cold and hard. “Either you do this, or I show Mom and Dad the pictures. Your choice.”

I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting into knots. I had no choice. No choice at all.

The park was crowded that day, full of people enjoying the spring sunshine. Jessica led me to a bench and sat me down, her hand gripping my arm like a vice. “Stay here,” she ordered, her voice low and dangerous. “I’ll be back.”

I nodded, my entire body trembling with fear. She walked away, leaving me alone on the bench, dressed in her pink sundress, my face painted with makeup. I felt exposed, vulnerable, like everyone could see through the facade and know the truth. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could barely breathe.

A group of boys approached, their laughter loud and obnoxious. I froze, my stomach churning as they came closer and closer. One of them stopped in front of me, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked, his voice laced with mockery.

I couldn’t speak. My mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. The boy laughed, turning to his friends. “Look at her, she’s too scared to talk!”

The other boys laughed, their voices cruel and cutting. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my chest tightening with panic. Please, just go away. Please, just leave me alone.

But they didn’t. Instead, they circled around me, their laughter growing louder and more cruel. “What’s wrong, little girl? Cat got your tongue?” one of them sneered, his face inches from mine.

I flinched, my entire body trembling. “P-please…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The boy laughed, his breath hot on my face. “Did you hear that? She sounds like a boy!”

The other boys howled with laughter, their voices echoing in my ears. I felt like I was drowning, like the world was closing in around me. I wanted to run, to scream, to disappear. But I couldn’t move. I was frozen, trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

And then, one of the boys leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a cruel, mocking kiss. I gasped, my entire body stiffening, my heart pounding in my chest. My first kiss. And it was a stolen, humiliating thing, filled with malice and ridicule.

I wanted to die. I wanted to curl up and disappear. But instead, I just sat there, my face burning with shame, as the boys laughed and jeered, their voices cutting through me like knives.

Jessica returned just as the boys were walking away, her face lit up with cruel amusement. “How was it?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.

I couldn’t answer. I just sat there, my body trembling, tears streaming down my face. Jessica laughed, her hand gripping my arm as she dragged me to my feet.

“Come on, little sister,” she said, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction. “Let’s get you home.”