I was six when it all began. I was a lazy potty trainer and at times woould pee my pants because I waited to long to get to the bathroom. Usually this was because I was interested in many other things I might have been doing at the time.

This time my Father happened to be home when I was sneaking into the house with my pants soaked from my bladder release. He caught me sneaking up the stairs and was absoultely furious. Grabbig me by the scruff of the neck he threw me into the bathroom and ordered me to strip completely. Bawling my eyes out in fear of what he would do to me I complied.

His shouting and my bawling had brought both my sisters and Mother to the upstairs to whittness the proceedings. Stripped naked and washed I was dragged into my sister's bedroom and literally picked up and thrown onto the bed. My kicking and crying couldn't prevent my father from wrapping the terry towel over my bottom like a diapper and then pinning it secure with saftey pins. Next came a pair of pink ruffled water proof panties outgrown by my sister.

Between sobs and begging not to be so dressed I made another mistake by complaining that everyone would see me in a diaper and tease me and that the panties were girls panties. Father's solution was quick as he told my sister to go get her brother a dress to wear so his diaper wouldn't show. She more than complied and soon I was being back buttoned into a frilly little party dress with the skirt flared out by the built in crenolines. A hair ribbon was added and I was dragged kicking and screaming down the stairs and onto the front porch where I was made to stay until supper time.

My older sister made sure everyone passing by got to see her sissy brother who wet his pants. A few of my friends saw me many laughed and called me names while others simply looked away and removed thenselves from the scene as quickly as possible.

That humiliation ended once and for all my lazy potty training. I never wet myself again except for an occassion or two when I was really sick.

Yes that had ended but what had started was my love for the feel of dressed and looking like a pretty girl. I became a hamper raider and wore the discarded clothing of both my sisters in the locked privacy of the bathroom every chance I had to do so. I availed myself of every opportunity to be the girl on halloween and would feign reluctance at being dressed by my sisters as their sister in our playing house games.

My secret was finally revealed at age 11 when my older sister caught me in a pair of her panties in the bathrrom admiring myself in the mirror. I had forgotten to lock the door and I'm not sure who was more shocked.

Anyway that incident lead to my maturing as her secret sister and is a story to long to tell in this format.