"Um, that explains something," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

Alison laughed.

"The reason why some of my clothes seemed to be in different places in my wardrobe to where I had left them"

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I sat in my room, finishing my homework. I heard the noise of Alison, my fifteen year old sister, returning and being confronted by our parents.

"What sort of time do you call this?" asked my Mother, sternly.

"It's ten o'clock, Mum," replied Alison, trying to sound innocent.

"Don't try and be the smart-arse with your Mother," said Father, with a slightly angry note in his voice, " you know that you are supposed to be in at nine o'clock at the latest on a school night"

"Sorry, Dad," said my sister," it was such a lovely evening that I didn't want to leave, they had some great new music tonight and a new video from Mika, he is................"

"That's not good enough, Alison, you know that you have your exams in nine months, you have to take your school work seriously," lectured Mother.

"Sorry, Mum, I won't do it again," said Alison, trying to sound apologetic now, knowing that she was on shaky ground.

"Alison you always say that! Anyway, how could you afford to go to Alfonso's tonight, I thought that you didn't have any money?" our Mother asked.

"Someone paid for me," replied my sister.

"All I can say then is that someone has more money than sense," said our Father, "now you'd better go to your room and make sure you've completed all your assignments for tomorrow"

'Someone paid for me'! I cursed my blackmailing sister on hearing that comment.

There was a knock on my door.

"Yes?" I said.

"Can I come in?" asked Miss Schemer.

"What do you want?" I asked, not being keen at all to admit her.

"Let me in, I've got an idea that you will like," she entreated.

"I don't believe you," I said.

"Listen, John, after what you showed me earlier, I think I have a way of letting you do it again, you know in my clothes, in public," Alison said, sweetly.

My joy at the prospect of being able to be dressed as a girl in public overcame my natural suspicion of my evil elder sister and I unlocked the door to let her in. I could smell the alcohol on her breath as she came into my room and sat on the comfortable chair. She looked very cheerful, much more relaxed than earlier when she had caught me in her clothes.

"So what's the deal, Alison?" I asked, very curious about her suggestion.

"Before I tell you perv, sorry John, I want to know what this dressing in my clothes is all about," she said.

I sat there and, after a little while composing myself, I began haltingly to explain how I had felt I should have been a girl from since I could remember. She asked me why I hadn't told anyone anyone about it. I told her that I had been afraid of our parents reactions, they weren't people that seemed to embrace new ideas readily. Recently as puberty had approached, I had felt a stronger urge to try and do something about it. I had started trying her clothes on over the past year.

"Um, that explains something," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

Alison laughed.

"The reason why some of my clothes seemed to be in different places in my wardrobe to where I had left them"

"So now I've told you my guilty secret, it's your turn to explain" I said.

She smiled and then told me what she had in mind to let me go out en-femme. It sounded like a good plan so we agreed to give a go the next day.

The next evening, after a day at school that seemed to drag more than usual as I waited for the opportunity to fulfill one of my greatest dreams, I followed my sister into the girls' toilet inAlfonso's, the under eighteen night club.

"Quick," she said," get into the loo and change your clothes, I don't think anyone saw you coming in here"

I locked myself into the toilet stall and took my hated male clothes off and put on the pretty underwear and sweet pink party dress my sister had chosen.

I opened the door. My sister turned around, her eyes showed her surprise as she finished her call on her mobile.

"...yes give us another ten minutes," she said before closing her phone and replacing it in her handbag.

I opened my mouth to ask who she was talking to but before I could say anything Alison spoke.

"You look really sweet, that dress suits your eye colour, Jo......,damn I can't call you that, any ideas?" she asked.

"Jenny," I replied straightaway.

"Jenny?" she asked.

"Yes, it's what they would have called me if I'd been, well you know.....," I halted my explanation as someone came into the room

"OK, sis, let me finish your makeup," said Alison, immediately adjusting to the presence of a stranger.

She spent the next ten minutes on giving me an appropriate look for a thirteen year old teenage girl. I looked in the mirror and marvelled at how similar we were in appearance, we could easily be sisters.

"Come on then Jenny, and meet my friends," she said pleasantly," they are all dying to see how you've turned out"

I followed her along the short corridor towards the main part of the club. I followed her through the door and was instantly blinded by the flashes from the camera phones.

"Hi guys, here's the perv brother I told you about yesterday," my sister said, laughing, as she introduced me with a nastier tone than she had been using for the last fifteen minutes, "he calls himself Jenny, take plenty of pics"

"Yesterday he was his sister's pet, from now on he's every-one's!"

I stood there completely bewildered and felt the tears streaming down my cheek

To be continued