Part 2: 'Tis the season to be jolly - NOT !! A sister's tough love.

Vaingirls, Beginnings: Joyce's Story, Part 2
By Jezzi Belle Stewart
 ©2000

This story is dedicated to Rori and Soto who run Transformations by Rori, the real Vaingirls. Thank you both for helping to make my feminine dreams come true.

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Her brother actually squealed??? 'Well, they told him to' She acted surprised and gave him a "What's gotten into you?" look.

"I am so glad you're here to open these packages from my girlfriends with me, sis. I just know there are going to be some yummy things in them!"

Hands on her hips. 'I can act, too, bro!'

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

He pouted. "Oh Joycie, you can be such a bitch! Be nice, it's Christmas... Please??

She plopped on the bed, quartered to where she knew the camera was so it could catch both her and George. 'One less thing for him to worry about - OK, bro; let's give 'em a good show!'

"Ok, Ok, open one, whydon'tcha."

George skipped over, closed his eyes and picked a package from the pile. With a smile on his face he returned to the bed with it and sat next to her, curling his legs under him in girl fashion. He carefully removed the paper. "This paper is so pretty I can't bare to rip it up." He smoothed the paper out and laid it on the bed. Then he opened the box. Inside was a complete set of manicure tools, and some nail strengthener, ridge filler base coat, clear top coat polish, and, the piece de resistance, a bottle of "Love That Pink" polish. There was also an instruction book and a note on a piece of pink stationary. Joyce could see her brother's smile falter for a second, but he managed to quickly put it back in place.

"Kind of a femmey gift, isn't it?" She asked with raised eyebrows. "What's the note say?"

"Georgie, Sweetie," he started reading in an overly cheerful voice. "I noticed the other day that your nails are such a mess. I know it's just because you didn't have any good friends to point it out to you before. Can't wait to see how they look when you've used the materials in this kit - all the materials. Maybe your sister can help you. Hugs, your friend, Meredith" His voice had faltered on the 'all the materials' but he had finished back in character. He held his hands out in front of him, nails spread, the way a girl would do. "You know, sis, I really never did notice before, but they are just terrible. Meredith is such a sweetie; her nails are always so pretty. You will help me, won't you? Please?"

Joyce responded in a shocked tone that was only partially acting. "You, my macho brother, you're going to do your nails? And you want me to help? Are they making you do this, got something on you?"

"Oh, no, sis. It's just that, well, the girls have been so nice and they help me to see parts of myself I never knew were in me before. And..." Here an actual giggle "...I'm having so much fun! Please say you'll help?"

"Well, you know I'm not really into that stuff." Joyce looked at her own nails, but with her palm turned toward her, nails in palm, like a boy would. "Hell, my own nails aren't much better than yours...."

"We could do them together; help each other!"

"And what's dad gonna say? If he doesn't like me doing stuff like this, he's gonna kick your butt into next Saturday." This was a real question, and one that Joyce thought needed a real answer, because their dad would kill him... and probably beat her to a pulp also.

"We'll do it right away, and then you can come with me over to Meredith's house to show her. Before dad wakes up. We can take the polish off over there. Please?" George pleaded.

'If she'll let you' thought Joyce.

"Well, Okay; I kinda would like to see how my nails look too... but shouldn't we open the other two packages first?"

"Ooh, I was so excited I almost forgot!" George picked up the two remaining packages and returned to the bed. Just as carefully as he had the first one, he opened the larger of the two. Whatever was inside was wrapped in white tissue. When George pulled the tissue aside, Joyce caught a glimpse of pink, but that was all because George jumped up and then up and down in feigned excitement. "Ooh, I knew it; I knew it; I knew it!" another squeal "Isn't it just darling?" It was a short-sleeved angora sweater, pink. He held it against his chest and shivered in apparent delight.

'He's delighted my ass!' Joyce thought, but "Just adorable..." Was her spoken sarcastic response. 'He oughta win the Academy Award for this!' "...is there a note with this one?"

George rummaged around in the box and pulled out another piece of the pink stationary. "Georgiekins," he read. "I saw you admiring my Angora sweater last week, and I knew you'd love to have one just like it for yourself. You will look so cute; I can't wait to see you in it! I bet we look like twins. Meredith and I will be at Charlene's Christmas day afternoon, do wear it over and model it for us. Huggies, Sally Ann." He jumped up and started to reach for the telephone. Oh, I must call Charlene right now; I can't wait another minute!"

Shaking her head in wonder, Joyce indicated the remaining package. "One more, first."

"Ooh, yes," sighed George, returning to the bed, "I forgot, I was so excited. This one must be from Charlene!" Having some idea of what was in this package, it was hard for him to keep up the act, but he managed to keep the smile on his face as he opened the box. It had the Victoria's Secret logo on it.

'Oh no!' he thought cringing inwardly, 'not this; it can't be this?' It was. Inside was a pink Second Skin Satin bra, with the by now expected piece of pink stationary.

"Georgie, dear," he read. It took all his willpower to keep up the act. "Sally Ann showed me the adorable sweater she bought you. I know you will look just dreamy, but I knew it needed something extra. Now you'll feel pretty underneath as well as look pretty outwardly. I added something so you'll feel sexy bottom as well as top. Can't wait to see you, Kiss, Kiss, Charlene." Sure enough, when he lifted up the bra, matching full cut satin panties with lace trim were underneath. Both shimmered in the light as the satin slid through his hands.

This time Joyce's reaction was not faked. "My Gawd, George! You're not actually going to wear a bra are you? And panties?" Then she was back in the Act. "Why are you doing this? Are you really a sissy and enjoy this, or do those girls have something on you? Where is my jock brother?!" Then pensively, "Although, you have been a lot nicer person these last couple of weeks; maybe what's happening isn't so bad." And then, as if coming to a decision, "Let's not call Charlene; let's surprise her. Come on, let's go to my room and do our nails... sis."

George got up and followed his sister out. Once in the hallway, out of camera and microphone range, He staggered and almost collapsed. Joyce caught him and led him into her room. She could tell he was on the verge of tears, so she went to get a couple of Cokes to give him time to haul himself back together. While getting the cokes, she shook her head in amazement. This certainly was a change in her macho asshole brother. And, as far as she could see, a change greatly for the better.

'How can I keep my new nice brother, and somehow keep him from being further humiliated?' She wondered. Joyce didn't think much of cheerleaders, and she doubted that the three would stop with punishment to fit whatever crime her brother had committed against them. While she hoped she was wrong, she believed they would simply continue to abuse and humiliate him till he was totally ruined in their town. As she entered her bedroom, she could see that George, while not by any means a happy camper, had gotten control of his emotions, and was sitting quietly on her bed. Silently she handed him a coke.

"Well, sis, are you thoroughly repulsed by your sissy brother?" He asked, head down, in a voice that expected a "Yes" answer.

"I think you'd better tell me exactly what you did to cause them to do this to you, and what they have over you to make you go along with this." she replied, sitting next to him.

"It's not any one super bad thing. I didn't rape any of them or hit any of them. Bad as Dad is in some respects, you know he taught us better than that." He shook his head. "I was dating Charlene, when Meredith hit on me. I was flattered so I started to date her too, lying to Charlene. Then it mushroomed on me. Pretty soon I was romancing the whole squad. Since I was spread so thin, I was pretty obnoxious to each one. It was only a matter of time till they found out. I can see that now, but at the time I thought myself stud muffin invincible.

"One night Charlene and I were at her house, and she handed me a beer. She'd never done that before, and I thought 'Hot Damn' and chugged half the bottle. Almost immediately, I started feeling dizzy. I knew the game was up when right before I passed out, I saw them all enter the room.

"I woke up in my car, with nothing apparently different. On the seat next to me was a note on top of a packet of photos. It read: Georgie, darling. Your keys are on the park bench under the Oak tree about fifty feet from the car. When you feel well enough, go get them. Wouldn't want you driving under the influence now, would we? Take a look at the fab pics we took last night. You were such a riot, and we had so much fun. Probably don't remember it at all do you, though, poor dear. Come to my house tomorrow night at 6:00pm. I wouldn't keep us waiting, if I were you; that, of course, is not the only set of pics. Love you, sweetie; we are going to have so much fun ... well, we girls will anyway. Charlene.'

"There were two sets of pics. The first set of pics showed me dressed as a girl, a French maid to be exact, in a number of revealing poses doing humiliating things. I was not wearing makeup or a wig, so it was clear it was me, they had seen to that. As humiliating as the first set was, the next set was dangerous, because it showed me, fully male, abusing the girls - stuff that could send me to jail. I looked at myself in the car mirror. I appeared normal, dressed in the clothes I had worn to Charlene's the night before. I didn't remember a thing, still don't. It wasn't till I got home and undressed that the reality of what happened hit me.

"When I removed my socks to take a shower, I saw my toes had been painted a bright red. I, of course, kept the appointment with Charlene and company, and they've been making me ever more sissified slave boy ever since. With these presents, though, there's no doubt they are escalating things. They wanted me to open them in front of you and Dad! To avoid that I had to agree to the little scene we just acted out, and I had to agree to go to Charlene's sister's beauty salon tomorrow and act happy about whatever they are going to have done to me. I think they are going to make sure that everyone thinks I'm such a femmey sissy boy no girl will want to date me again. And you know what the worst thing is, sis? I deserve it!" He really did start to cry at that point.

Joyce considered her words carefully. "I don't think you do; at least you don't deserve any more of it, and, if you're right, certainly not what they have planned. We need to find out more, and I think that can be done best if they think I'm in agreement with them. I've got sort of a plan. Let's get started on our nails, and I'll tell you, see what you think.

Surprised, George asked, "Our nails? You're really gonna do yours, too?"

Joyce responded seriously. "George, look at me. I'm a girl who's been forced to be butch, just like you're being forced to be femme, only dad's been doing it to me for ten years, ever since Mom died. For me, doing my nails will be fun! Now here's the plan..."

Later that afternoon, cars that might have traveled down the street on which Charlene's house was located found themselves detoured to other streets.

Joyce, with a very nervous and embarrassed George in the seat next to her, drove the three blocks to Charlene's street, around the detour sign, zipped into an ally about a block from her house, and parked. "I can't get any closer." she told him. "You have to look like you walked the whole way."

It was easy to see why George was embarrassed. His nails were done in "Love That Pink" and extended 3/8 inch beyond his fingertips. He was wearing the panties, bra, and sweater, but the sweater made clear that the bra held... something, not a lot, just a hint, but enough to be noticeable. As if that wasn't enough, his hair was in the usual ponytail, but it was gathered high on the back of his head instead of at the nape, secured with a pink scrunchie matching the sweater, and had obviously seen the use of a curling iron. His face, though, was devoid of makeup and was clearly recognizable as his face. He was also wearing what were clearly boy's slacks and shoes. They walked up the steps to Charlene's front door and rang the bell.

The walk had had the desired effect, and George's face was flushed, as if he were wearing blush. Charlene opened the door, looked at George, did a double take and looked again, and then looked at Joyce, who had a big grin on her face.

She turned her head and called into the house, "Girls, come here. You've got to see this. Right away!" She turned back to George. "Well, Georgie, I see you're wearing our gifts, and have even added some extras. How nice. You look just adorable." By this time Meredith and Sally Ann had come up and were peering over Charlene's shoulders, big grins appearing on their faces as well.

"Oh, Georgie, Charlene's right; you look just yummy!" from Meredith

"And you liked my sweater so much that you didn't wear a coat, wanted to show it off?" Chimed in Sally Ann. "How sweet. But what's happened to your chest?" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "You just can't wait to grow up, is that it? Why how precious! Well, I think they look just scrumptious! Come give us a kiss."

"Yes, do." commanded Charlene in the mock friendly voice they were all using. And the tree girls all turned their cheeks toward him.

An embarrassed George hung his head and hesitated. "Georgie!" said Joyce sharply. "The girls have complimented you nicely and here you are acting embarrassed? They might think you don't appreciate what they've done for you!

A look of fear flashed for a fraction of a second in George's eyes, and a look of respect aimed at Joyce came from the three girls. George quickly smiled prettily and gave an air kiss-kiss to each girl's cheek as he entered Charlene's house.

"Georgie, why don't you go up to my bedroom? There's the newest Cosmo up there, and feel free to experiment with any thing you find on my dressing table if you like." Said Charlene in a tone that indicated that he'd better like! "We want to get to know your sister; she seems like she'll fit right into our little sorority."

"Oh, yes, Charlene."- Here a fearful glance at his sister - "Joyce is just the sweetest sister a boy like me could have. It was she who suggested that this beautiful sweater - Thank you ever so much, Sally Ann; I just adore it - just wasn't being done justice by natural skinny me, and that perhaps we should help nature just a bit. And Oh, Charlene, the bra is gorgeous, but the cups just were aching to have a little something in them that I just couldn't provide, so sis found some old foam pads of our mom's and we stuffed just a bit, and now I feel ever so much prettier!"

As George gushed on, he shot a nervous glance at Joyce and saw her giving just the barest smile and nod of approval, both of which were not lost on the three cheerleaders. "And do you like my hair? Sis suggested it would have such a nice sway to it when I walked if I gathered it up higher on the back of my head, and see how the ribbon just matches the sweater! And then the little minx snuck up on me with her curling iron!

"And Meredith, Sis suggested that all the beautiful things in the manicure set you gave me would be wasted on my nubby nails, so she super-glued on some false ones and we did them with the kit. I hope you don't mind - and you and Sally Ann must have had your heads together, or how else did you find polish that exactly matched the sweater? You can't see, but we did my toes, too. Oh, thank you girls, for these wonderful presents!" Another quick 'am I doing this right' glance at Joyce, and George actually squealed. "Oh, I love them! Oh, and Joyce helped me pick out presents for each of you! She has them. Please don't open them without me!"

"Oh, we wouldn't dream of it, Georgie. Off with you now." As George went up the stairs, Charlene turned to Joyce. "Well, Joyce," exclaimed Charlene in a guardedly friendly and respectful tone, "You certainly seem to have gotten into the spirit of helping our little Georgie here express this new side of "him"self. And with enchanting results! Hasn't she girls?"

Meredith and Sally Ann couldn't contain themselves any longer. They burst out in fits of laughter. "Oh, yes!" gasped Meredith "He's even more swishy and femmy than we even considered!

"He actually let you stuff his bra?" giggled Sally Ann.

"Well, no, actually." remarked Joyce. "He balked somewhat at that, had to flip him over my knee and redden his bottom a bit. Then made him get the forms out of the drawer and insert them himself, smiling like he really was enjoying himself the whole time." Here she took a Polaroid of the just described scene out of her purse and handed it to Charlene who passed it around. "Got some real nice pics. Too bad I couldn't figure how to get one of him over my knee."

There was no longer any pretense among the three cheerleaders of nonchalance. Even Charlene was looking at Joyce in awe.

"How..."

"I'm a black belt. Self-defense. Came in handy."

Charlene visibly pulled herself together. "More to the point, why?"

"Watch me." Joyce turned, walked out the front door, down the steps and out to the curb, turned and came back. "If you didn't know I was a girl, would you think I was one?"

"Well, since you bring it up, no." answered Sally Ann

"Yeah" said Meredith. "You walk and act like a boy. A regular guy, not femmy like Georgie is now either"

"My mother died when I was four. My Dad hates anything feminine. I was raised like a boy, but I'm girl-sized. I've had to learn the hard way how to survive. My five brothers were praised for being macho shithead assholes. The older four got away with murder because they were superjocks, and I was too young to fight back; I pretty much had to put up with it. They're all gone now and I never got a chance to get even.

"George was the same way, but he's smaller, more like me and my mom, and I had my black belt by the time he started getting really obnoxious, so he left me alone pretty much. But I heard stories about him and other girls, how he was treating them worse than the older four, maybe to prove he was as macho as his brothers despite the size difference.

"Then, about a month ago, his whole attitude changed. He started treating me nice and helping with the housework when dad wasn't around. He even started wearing an apron, and when I teased him about it, he didn't react nasty like usual, but blushed and said he just didn't want to get his clothes dirty. I decided to push the envelope. I started talking girl talk to him; about how long and pretty his hair was getting, stuff like that. He took it, and didn't try to get back at me. I wondered why the change. Then he showed me your Christmas presents.

"I decided you guys must really have the goods on him because there's no way in hell he would act like he did normally! There was nothing I could do about my four older brothers, but I figured I could get in on your program. I "encouraged" him to go beyond what you asked for and take my"suggestions" to show you I'm serious. He's family, but I've got a lot of pent up hostility to work out and making poor Georgie into the femmy Sissy of the Month would take care of a lot of it. I don't know how far you girls want to carry this, but I'd like all the girls he's acted like an asshole with to see the new Sissy Georgie!"

"Welcome to the club, sis!" exclaimed a completely taken in Charlene. "That's just about what we had in mind. Have any suggestions?"

'Bingo!' thought Joyce.

"I think so, but why don't you tell me what you three have planned for him next. He gushed something about a salon visit?"

Charlene told Joyce about the salon visit, which Joyce, of course, already knew about.

"Ok, here's what I think." And Joyce launched into the story that she and George had agreed upon.

Later, in the car on the way home, Joyce explained to George who, sans sweater and bra, and with his hair in male tail mode was looking much more himself. "I'm sure they bought the whole ball of wax and think I'm really one of them. They are going to go along with the plan we set up. You'll be allowed to go to the salon by yourself, and not this Wednesday, but on the day of the Valentines Dance, six weeks from now. You'll be told only that you have to wear girls' undergarments and clothes, and have your hair, makeup, and nails done. Then you'll have to go to the dance. They will provide you with the undergarments, there will be a padded panty girdle, but the bra will be unstuffed. You will have to buy the outer clothes.

"I led them to believe that you would take advantage of every loophole they've left you to look as masculine as possible - androgynous hair, very pale pink polish and lipstick, slacks, girls loafers plain white blouse. I told them you would convince yourself you looked like a boy, that no one would really notice that they were girls clothes or that you were wearing makeup. In reality, with the perm curl to your hair and the walk resulting from the padded brief, everyone would notice and figure you had just become a femmy little sissy - and that's what they want, so no girl will want to go out with you again.

"They are also going to bring in this huge gay guy to put the moves on you. They figure that any resistance you put up will be interpreted by the crowd as an act. I also got them to agree that you don't have to act femmy at school, just be nice, polite and respectful, especially to the girls. And hang with the girls. Then everyone will wonder about your changed behavior.

"They are going to tell you this and pass it off as their being nice and letting up on you, but they really think everyone will wonder and then the femmy look and walk, etc. at the dance will cause them to think 'Oh, so that's why!' They plan to get a lot of pleasure out of watching you come to the realization of what's been done to you - what you in fact have done to yourself. Unfortunately, you'll still have to be their femme toy after school and I have to play along. I'll be able to help you keep Dad from finding out, though; I think that'll be the toughest thing."

"It's a good thing I'm leaving town as soon as this is over; he will kill me if he finds out." Sighed George. "I feel bad saying it, but I won't miss Dad." He turned the discussion back to Joyce's' negotiations with Charlene. "Still, it seems things went about as good as we hoped. I would be polite and respectful to the girls anyway; if nothing else, what Charlene and company have done has made me see what an asshole I've been, and I won't be one anymore. Still, I don't see how all this will help me. Will you tell me now the part of your plan that's going to get me out of this?"