Sis oh no I am a girl now!!!
Part 2
By Princess Pantyboy

Me/Kevin/Karen: 12-year-old boy
Donna: older sister 16-years-old
Sally: little sister 4-years-old
Cindy: neighbor girl 13-years-old
Pam: girl in class 12-years-old
Max boy in class 12-years-old
Tommy boy in class 12-years-old
Mrs. Springsteen teacher

I still cannot believe I am standing here wearing the little pink tights and pink leotard, and I feel silly as anything. The only good thing is no one can see I am wearing my little sisters pink Barbie panties under these dance clothes. Even though panties and a girl's pink tights kind of go together.

This would be a very normal thing if it wasn’t for me waking up as a girl, my boy parts are gone and now all I have is vagina between my legs. Everything else from the outside looks totally like me Kevin, well except that my arms and legs are super thin and I must have shrunk a few inches.

Yes, my name is or was Kevin even though the kids at school are calling me Karen. By the way if I dint bring this up yet, this is also my first day of middle school, or 6th grade if you didn’t read part one of my story. I am continuing this story after we just received, and put on our new gym uniforms.

“I really don’t feel good Ms. Springsteen; can I get changed and sit down please?” I say to the teacher. I watch as she looks at me up and down, it seems like she is looking at every square inch of these super girly tights, and leotards.

“Well you look very cute in your new dance clothes, I can say that extra small fits you just perfect sweetie. If you don’t feel well just have a seat, and I hope you feel better but you need to stay in your dance clothes sweetie.”

I seat down on one of the bleachers in the gymnasium, looking at myself wearing the pink tights and the matching leotards. I still can't believe I woke up this morning with no penis or balls just a vagina between my legs and I am trying to hide that from everyone. How the hell did this happen to me.

My life is so messed up, first my mommy puts me in my little sisters clothes since all mine are too big now, and here I am trying to hide being a girl, and she makes me wear girl's clothes. If I told her my gender changed in the middle of the night I would forever be stuck wearing dresses and skirts.

Plus I’m sure I would be taken to somewhere, and poked and prodded to find out how my gender just mysteriously just change while I slept. I mean they would probably give me a million shots while there testing me for sure.

Of course, now everyone at school sees me wearing girl's clothes so they naturally think I am a girl. How do I get out of this, while I watch the girl's in my gym class practicing ballet, and the boy's playing basketball.

During gym class I sat on the bleachers, and tried to figure what to do. I have to figure out how to make everyone think I am still a boy again. It is not like I can just rip all my clothes off and show them I am a boy, because now I have a girl's body and would be doomed to wearing dresses if they see me naked.

I guess only my family and my friend Cindy still think I am a boy I just have to get through this day not doing anything else girly. I will just have my mom call the school and she can explain to them she made me wear girl's clothes because she bought me the wrong size clothes. “Okay everyone class is over, I need everyone to come here before everyone hits the showers.” We hear Ms. Springsteen our teacher announcing.

“After we had all of you put your new gym uniforms on I gave a list of all your names and sizes so we could have you wear your new school uniforms after gym class. The clothes you wore from home will be back in your homeroom to pick up at the end of your day.”

We all look at her trying to understand. “So in short everyone will start wearing their new school uniforms after they clean up from gym class. Are there any questions?” Ms. Springsteen says as she looks around.

“Yes do we really have to wear school uniforms from now on Ms. Springsteen?” Everyone turns when they hear max asking the only question.

Ms. Springsteen hears max and turns towards him. “That is a very good question. Yes, all of you will start right now wearing your new school uniforms. At the end of the day everyone will pick up their extra school uniforms and their clothes they wore to school. Good question max. Are there any other questions?”

We all stare at each other as we realize were stuck wearing school uniforms. “Okay since there is not anymore questions hit the showers, and change into your new school uniforms when you’re done, let’s make it fast boys and girls.”

“This is going to suck I remember when my cousin had to start wearing school uniforms. He had to wear a sports jacket, a tie, dress shoes, and dress slacks every day. I cannot believe my day could get any worse.” I say to Cindy.

I notice Cindy smiling at me. “Okay why are you smiling at me so hard Cindy. I am already dressed in a pink leotard and tights; I know it can't be any worse?” I say as Cindy just continues to smile at me.

“Well I know all the boy's will be wearing ties and sports jackets and all that, but what makes you think that is what you will be wearing? I mean you said it yourself, look what you’re wearing now.” I look down at myself wearing the pink leotard and matching tights.

I don’t know what to say to her, one of the only times in my life I am speechless. “Come on Karen lets go get changed. You do really look cute in your pink leotard and tights. I am sure you will look cute in your new school uniform too.” I turn and see her still smiling. “I wish I could get a picture to show your mom and sisters, of you in a pink leotard and matching tights.” I hear Cindy saying teasing me.

“That’s not even funny Cindy. You are the only one that has seen me dressed in this pink outfit that knows I am really a boy.” I stand up and start walking with her towards the locker rooms.

We walk into the locker rooms and the second I open my locker I think my heart stopped right there. I was staring at my new school uniform, but I wouldn’t have to worry about wearing the same clothes as my cousin, Cindy was sure right about that.

“Holy shit Cindy look at my new school uniform.” I reach into my locker and pull out a girl's blouse, sweater vest, black Mary Jane shoes with long knee high socks, and oh my god a short plaid skirt.

Cindy looks in my locker than at hers than at me. “Well like I said you don’t have to worry about wearing a boy's uniform hehehe.” Cindy giggles and stares at me as she starts pulling her dance leotard off. “The way I see it all you have to do is get naked and walk into the showers with all the other girl's and when they see your boy parts hanging down I am sure you will get a boy's school uniform.” Cindy says while she is undressing to take a shower.

“The bad thing is you will probably get suspended for being in the girl's locker room and wearing the new girl's dance clothes and all the boy's will find out you wore girl's clothes to school and they will probably tease you to the end of time, if they don’t kick your ass for being a sissy or a fag boy.”

I am in shock hearing her. “Well looking at you in you leotard and seeing you in your pretty Barbie panties I am not sure you’re really a boy anyway. You look way more like a girl hehehe.” Cindy giggles teasing me.

“Wow that’s some choice. I was thinking when everyone was in gym class that if I can get through today, I could get home and my mommy could call the school and explain to them about her getting me the wrong clothes sizes, and mommy not wanting me to miss the first day of school and her dressing me in my little sisters clothes.”

Cindy is still smiling as we both are standing only in our panties and training bras. “What do you think Cindy then everything could go back to normal after my mom explains everything? I just can't believe after wearing this super girly leotard and tights I now have to wear a girl's school uniform too.”

“I am going to take a shower, if you get naked like me I will believe you’re a boy when I see something hanging between your legs Karen hehehe.” I watch as she gets totally naked and holds a towel, as I stare at her naked body.

I smile at her. “Well I guess you are staring at me up and down like a boy who sees a naked girl, but look at your panties.” We both look down at me standing there in the training bra and panties. “You have no hint of a boy's bulge between your legs.” Cindy whispers to me.

“Not funny Cindy you know I am really small for my size and yes I am really small down there too. But please help me think, I really need your help Cindy and when you tease me I get so scared no one believes me.”

I can feel a tear sliding down my cheek as Cindy hugs me with her naked body. “I am sorry Karen, I mean Kevin.” She whispers to me. “After I get out of the shower I will do whatever you want, I won't tease you anymore. I was just teasing you because I thought it was cute a boy being dressed in girl's clothes and then now at school with the dance clothes. Now with your new schoolgirl uniform I guess it is just overwhelming for you. I wasn’t thinking, I am sorry Karen.” Cindy says.

“I think you will make it through today and everything will be okay. I would just get into your new school uniform Karen and if you need any help, I can help you after I take a shower. Again I am sorry for teasing you.”

I turn and see the girly school uniform in my locker. “It won't bite you Karen its just clothes you’re already wearing panties like I said it’s just one day.” Cindy says then turns and walks towards the shower.

Yea Cindy is right it’s just one day. I start to put the blouse on and buttoning it up wasn’t as easy as I thought because the buttons are all on the wrong side. Or on the wrong side for me at least. I never realized girl's buttons, button the other way. I wonder what else is weird about girl's clothes.

The sweater vest goes on much easier and the part I dread the most is pulling the skirt up. Wow, I can't believe I am wearing a skirt. I slide the long knees high socks up both my feet. I start putting my new black Mary Jane shoes on as Cindy walks back to our lockers.

“Wow you got dressed pretty fast I guess your used to wearing a skirt and other girl's clothes hehehe.” Cindy giggles at me and I turn and stare at her. “I am sorry I won't tease you again I just couldn’t resist. At least your new school uniform fits you well and looks pretty on you.”

I turn and watch as Cindy slides her panties on and starts getting her new school uniform on too. I whisper to her. “It really feels weird wearing a skirt I keep thinking everyone can see my panties.”

“Well you will get used to it, just keep your knees together when you sit, and your ankles crossed and you will have no problems.” I smile hearing how positive Cindy is and her giving me good advice.

Great so now I have to worry about my panties being seen by everyone under my skirt. What the hell am I thinking, these aren’t my panties, and this isn't my skirt. Oh man I need to get a grip I know I am only barely 12 years-old, but how screwed up can one’s life get in such a short time.

Okay like Cindy said, I just need to get through this one day. “Are you okay Karen I mean Kevin? You are kind of spacing out. I mean I have gotten fully dressed, and you only had to put your new shoes on and you still haven’t buckled the second one yet.”

“Oh I am okay I think; I mean I am as okay as any guy that just took off a pink leotard and tights. Now I am finishing putting on a girl's school uniform. How can I not be okay?” I smile at Cindy when she sees me being able to almost kid around about the mess I am in.

The smile on Cindy's face gets me back to reality as I finished getting my new Mary Jane shoes buckled up. I stand up and see myself in the mirror and my jaw drops open as Cindy stands next to me while I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my god Cindy I look like a little school girl, I don’t look anywhere near a 12 year old, let alone a 12 year old boy, do I?”

Cindy smiles and looks at me up and down, and then puts her hand on my shoulder. “Well Karen let’s just say you don’t look anything like a boy now. But that is good because would you rather look like a boy in a girl's uniform?”

“No that’s true I guess it could be worse I guess.” I play with my long hair not realizing I am acting more like a little girl.

I turn and see Cindy smiling again as I play with my long hair staring at me. “I didn’t know you are 12 years-old, I thought you are around 9 or 10 hehehe.” Cindy giggles.

“That’s not funny Cindy. So you thought I was 9 or 10 and you said I looked even younger than I was? How old do I look wearing this little school girl's uniform?”

Cindy looks away then back at me. “Well I was thinking you look more like our little sisters age I guess. But that’s a good thing when you’re really old like in you thirties, you will look much younger.”

“Well that really bites so you think I look like a 4 or 5 year old little girl?” I want to cry but then I will be acting like a little girl too.

Cindy looks at me again staring into my eyes. “Well maybe a 6 year old if you’re standing on your tip toes. I am sorry if I hurt your feeling but I will take care of you. Don’t worry I will be your big sister since you have seen me naked before.”

“Thanks I think, but damn why did I have to be born and born so small and short.” I notice Cindy looking at the clock when we hear the bell ring.

Cindy grabs her school bag, and I turn and grab mine too, and whispers in my ear. “Okay little princess panty boy we better hurry to our next class hehehe.” Cindy giggles then winks at me meaning she is just teasing me.

“At least we are in all the same classes so I can be there in case you need anything. I mean there are some girl's that like picking on the new little girl's, there real bullies.”

I see the serious look on Cindy's face as we walk out into the hallway. “Great now I have to be concerned about girl bullies that’s just wonderful. I thought boy bullies were bad enough, but if I get picked on by a girl bully that would even be worse.” Today just keeps getting better, NOT as I shake my head hearing Cindy.

The next class goes pretty smooth even though when they did role call they called ‘Karen Taylor’ instead of my real name ‘Kevin Taylor’ so that sucked especially seeing Cindy smile when I responded to the name Karen when I was called.

Seeing all the other girl's wearing the short plaid skirt and the boy's in their new sports jackets and ties, wait a second what the hell was I thinking the other girl's, like I am one of them too. Man I need to get a grip. I have to stop thinking and talking like I am a girl. I sure hope I am not acting like I am a girl too. I play with my long hair not realizing I am acting so girly too.

Cindy and I turn and see one of the boy's in our class reading a piece of paper as we walk to the buses and he looks like he is pissed. “Hey Tommy what's the matter you look kind of upset?”

“Oh hi Cindy, and what's your friends name? Was it Karen yea that is it? Well I just was given this from Ms. Springsteen when I picked up my clothes I wore to school. She said everyone was given an updated sheet in there bag, but she wanted me to read mine now because I needed to show it to my mom when I got home.”

Cindy and I look in our bags and the top of the paper says girl's proper hair care. “Wow your right is says we can't have any type of color in our hair and we can have our hair any length, as long as we take care of it.”

“Yea well the boy's says almost the same thing except that all the boys have to keep their hair short and above the ears and not to touch your collar in the back. I mean that is so un fair I think.”

We both look how long Tommy’s hair is almost as long as mine, and he will have to get it all cut off. “Wow that is really said Tommy you have had long hair your whole life like a lot of boy's.” Cindy looks at me then back at Tommy. I “But I know you will look nice with really short hair I am sure”. I start to play with my long hair as we get on the bus.

“Well I guess you will be coming to school with a new hairstyle tomorrow too Kevin.” Cindy whispers in my year as we find seats on the bus next to each other.

I keep playing with my long hair. “Yea I have had long hair my whole life too, I bet I would look even younger with short hair.”

“Just between me and you I think if you had all your hair cut really short you would still look like a girl just with short hair, and your right you would look even younger, a lot younger.” Great as I look down ashamed that I look like a girl so much. Looking down at least my knees are together wearing the short plaid skirt, or is that good that I am acting more like the true girl I woke up as.

I look over at Cindy. “Did I tell you that you’re no help at all now I feel even worse?” I see a hurt look on Cindy's face, which I did not mean to hurt her feelings. “I am sorry Cindy; I know you have been helping me all day. I am really sorry I hurt your feeling I didn’t mean it really.”

“It’s okay Karen I know this has been a really hard day for you I am sure. But here is our stop let’s go.” I look out the window and did not realize how fast time flew, we are on my road.

We both stand up and start to walk down the aisle and off the bus. “What's the matter Karen, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something. Is everything okay?” Hearing Cindy I turn and try to give her a fake smile as we step off the bus and on to the sidewalk.

“Well Cindy I just realized I am going to be walking into my house wearing a girl's school uniform, so when my mom hears the front door open and asks how was my day was, holy shit my life really is messed up. I start to cry softly standing on the sidewalk as everyone else got off the bus, and is walking away.

The tears start pouring out of my eyes; I have been on the border of crying my head off all day but now is when the tears are exploding down my face. I don’t know where all these emotions are coming from I didn’t even cry when my dad moved away and got re-married.

“Hey, hey you are going to be okay Karen I mean Kevin. Just tell your mom everything and tomorrow everything will be all better I promise okay. I am here to help you little one, I mean I know we are almost the same age but seeing you cry like this I feel like you’re my little sister.”

I ignore her comparing me to her little 5 or 6 year old sister, I can't remember how old she said she was. “Your right Cindy I will just tell my mommy how everything went and I am sure she will fix everything.”

“Okay thanks again for all your help today Cindy. Wish me luck and I will see ya tomorrow.” I hug her back and turn to walk towards my house.

Cindy let’s go of our hug. “Hey Karen you want me to walk you home or are you okay?” We are still almost next to each other but I turn to see her caring face.

“No I will be okay like you said and your house is the other way, thank you anyway, I will see you tomorrow.”

Cindy smiles at me. Okay Karen I will see you tomorrow.” I ignore her still calling me Karen again. I turn and start walking away and I can see my house only three houses away.

The only good thing will be if mom wasn’t home and I could change before she seen me dressed in the little school girl uniform. Of course, her SUV is in the driveway so that will not be happening.

Okay a good thing is that both my sisters are still at school so they won't see me dressed like this, yea that’s a good thing. I knew if I thought long enough I would think of something good.

Oh my god I am home and I am walking up my driveway and the whole world see’s me in the little school girl uniform. Okay here we go, maybe I will get lucky and aliens broke into the house and kidnapped my mommy and she well never see me wearing this uniform.

With the way, my luck is going they would take her and all my clothes so I would still be stuck wearing this damn little schoolgirl uniform. I reach down and turn the doorknob like I am entering the gates to hell.

I hear mommy in the kitchen as I close the front door. “Is that you Kevin? Come into the kitchen and tell me about your first day of middle school. I bet no one even noticed you wore your little sister’s old clothes.” I walk into the kitchen and mommy has her back to me.

“Well yes actually everyone noticed I was wearing girl's clothes.” I start crying softly than tears start flooding down my face as mommy hears me crying and turns to me.

The look of shock seeing me wearing the little schoolgirl uniform is easy to notice. “Oh my god you look just like little Sally in your school uniform.” Now I am the one in shock that is all mommy can say seeing her 12-year-old son wearing a girl's school uniform. I stop crying and look at mommy staring at me from head to toe.

“Well you look very cute Kevin but why are you wearing a girl's school uniform?” The tone in mommy’s voice is like it is my fault or something.

I look up from crying. “It’s your fault because you had me wearing Sally's old clothes and everyone though I was a girl and when they gave us our new uniforms they gave me a girl's uniform.”

“What, it’s all my fault? Maybe if you cut your hair like all the other boy's no one would mistake you as a girl. and why didn’t you just tell them you’re a boy anyway?” I watch, as mommy dry’s her hands off from cleaning the dishes. “Or did you like wearing little Sally's clothes and you wanted a girl's uniform of your own for school?”

I knew it, she’s blaming me for everything. “No I didn’t like wearing her clothes, and no I didn’t want a girl's uniform they just gave me one and I put it on. Not like I had a choice mommy.” I say almost crying again.

“Well sweetie you did have a choice you didn’t have to put it on, you could of just said simply oh you gave me a girl's uniform I need a boy's one.” I want to bust out crying again but I am so shocked that mommy is turning this all around.

I feel mommy take my hand, and we walk into my room. “Okay enough of arguing with you, get your new school uniform off and hang it up while I get you some clothes.” I sit on my chair in front of my Xbox as I notice mommy bring two large boxes into my room and emptying them on my bed.

“Mommy these are all Sally's old clothes I can't wear them.” The look on mommy's face says it all shut up or I will be dead. I shut up seeing that look on her face.

Mommy puts her hands on her hips and looks down at me. “I told you to get your school uniform off didn’t I young lady?” I hear her calling me a young lady and I want to start crying again but I fight the urge to start balling like a baby.

“Okay mommy” I stand up and start pulling the sweater vest off, and let it drop to the floor.

I start un-doing the buttons that are of course backwards to me when I hear mommy. “You don’t just throw your clothes on the floor now get over there and put your pretty sweater vest on a hanged and put it away in your closet now young lady.”

“Yes mommy.” I pick it up and put it on a hanger and I can barely reach the rod in my closet to put the hanger on it.

I have my back to mommy as I start un-buttoning my blouse when I forget I am wearing a training bra. “Oh you’re wearing a training bra isn't that so cute. You might as well just leave it on and take your pretty skirt off young lady while I find you something to wear.” I ignore mommy referring to me as a young lady again, and calling it my skirt.

“Yes mommy” I un-zip the tiny plaid schoolgirl skirt and slide it down my legs. I am almost naked, only wearing my little sisters training panties and the training bra from school.

I start to turn but am stopped when mommy starts talking. “Okay sweetie don’t turn around yet the buttons are in the back and I will need to get them. So lift your arms up my little princess panty boy hehehe.” I hear mommy giggle as I lift my arms up.

“Yes you are I guess. I mean you look like a little princess and your wearing panties and you are a boy, even though you can't really tell that, you’re a boy while you’re wearing your new panties hehehe.” Mommy giggles again.

I don’t argue with her but its just messed up because that is what Cindy called me in the girl's locker room I guess I know why now. I feel mommy pulling the tee shirt over my head and I can see it is yellow and has flowers on it while she was pulling it down over my head. I guess its not a girl's school uniform so it can't be too bad even though the color is yellow and has flowers on it.

“Okay hold still sweetie while I button the back of you up and then we will be off to pick your sister up from cheerleading practice.”

There must only be a couple buttons because mommy does them fast. “Okay mommy then I will take off these girly socks and shoe’s too so I can get some pants or shorts on.”

“Oh you won't need to do that you are fine.” I feel mommy turn me around facing the big mirror. I am not dressed in a girlie tee shirt like I was almost going to complain about, instead I am wearing a little girl's dress with no sleeves and barely covers my panties.

I stare at myself in the mirror with my mouth open. “I figure since you wore a cute schoolgirl skirt all day you wouldn’t mind wearing this pretty sundress. You didn’t complain when you put the schoolgirl uniform on and you sure didn’t complain when I just put this pretty sundress on you so lets go.”

“But mommy I can't wear this I look like a little girl dressed like this.” I say almost crying again, the thought of leaving the house like this is making my heart going a hundred miles an hour.

We start walking to the front door. “Well sweetie you wore that cute girl's uniform all day and you looked like a little girl, and now your wearing this pretty sundress so there's really no reason for you to complain.” Mommy opens the front door holding my hand and there she is.

“Oh hi Mrs. Taylor remember me I am Cindy from down the street.” I hear Cindy saying.

I want to die since mommy is holding my hand, as Cindy stares at me up and down in the short sundress. “Of course I remember you Cindy, we were just on our way to pick up my daughter Donna from cheerleading practice.”

“Oh okay well I just wanted to see how Karen was doing she had a rough day at school today, as I guess you noticed.”

Mommy looks down at me. “Karen is it, that is such a pretty name and is much more fitting then Kevin now isn't it?” I look down and try to pull the little girl's sundress down more because it is so short on me.

“Would you like to come with Karen and I to pick her big sister up Cindy?” I look at mommy and Cindy smiling at each other. Oh I wish I went potty before we left the house as I cross my legs standing there almost crying.

The end

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Sisters, and the little brother
Part 2
By Princess Panty boy

Characters:
Me/Nick/Nikki: 10-year old son/brother
Lori: twin/she calls herself my big sister
Andrea: 5-years old little sister
Mom 31-years old, single
Aunt Linda: 21-years old (not a relative she is just good friends with mom)

Author’s Note:
(It has been a while since I wrote Part 1 of this story so I am putting a couple paragraphs from the end of part. I strongly recommend you read part 1 if you have not already before you start this chapter.
Thanks, I hope you are enjoying my story.
Hugs, Princess Pantyboy)

The both of us walk over to the table from the changing room, and see all the skirts on it. “Lori can I have a skirt that isn’t as short as the pink one I tried on? It was so short you could almost see my panties.” I say while I play with my long ponytail as I am talking.

“If I didn’t hear it I would not have believed it Nikki, you are asking to get a skirt, and that dress you are wearing is just too cute on you, and if fits perfect.” Mom says while smiling at me.

I turn around hearing mommy's comments. I forget that I am wearing the little baby girl dress until mommy brought it up. “Yea mom I asked HER if she wanted both skirts and dresses and SHE said SHE does so that’s what we are doing getting HER what SHE wants.” I am in shock by how many times Lori used the words ‘she’ and ‘her’ that I did not pay attention to the comments themselves.

“Is that true sweetie you said you wanted to wear both, skirts and dresses?” Mommy says while bending down and looking into my eyes.

Lori, mom, and little Andrea are all staring at me. “Yea I did say that, because um I mean yes.” I cannot tell her it hurt so much putting the skirt on and taking the shorts off, or she will call me a baby too.

“Okay then it is settled we will buy both, Lori what size is this dress Nikki is wearing? This dress fits her perfectly.” Oh, man now mommy is using ‘her’ in referring to me too.

Lori is grinning from ear to ear now. “4t mom is the size of HER dress. Come on Nikki let’s go try these skirts on to make sure they fit you too little sis.” I feel Lori’s hand take mine as we walk back into the dressing room carrying a bunch of skirts.

I start to feel wet between my legs again, and I want to cry. How do I get myself into these things? “Girl's after you try on each outfit come out so I can see little Nikki wearing it okay?” Mommy says.

“Okay mom I will.” I ignore her referring to me as a SHE and HER. I mean I am wearing a short dress and cannot forget a diaper and pink plastic panties so the last thing I want to do is attract more attention to me.

I am numb on how many outfits I tried on and how many different dresses and skirts I wore back and forth from the dressing room. I have to admit I didn’t pay too much attention on how short all the skirts are, I mean all of them are short and would be considered miniskirts for sure.

The dresses are the same way very short and screaming girly girl to say the least. I also have to be honest with myself that I didn’t even think about the sizes of the dresses and skirts. I mean they were my size no way to be able to share with my big sister. Great now they even have me thinking of Lori as my big sister instead of my evil twin for what she really is.

Most of these skirts and all of these dresses that I can remember trying on are more fashioned, or are the style for a little girl. Lori and I are only ten, which is still very young, but all the clothes Lori picked out for me are more for little, little girls like our baby sister Andrea who is only 5 years-old.

Why cannot I be more aggressive and put my foot down and say, I wanted shorts and jeans instead of skirts and dresses. I don’t know how she tricked me into saying that; Lori is so tricky I will really have to watch what she says and what I say. To make sure no one could miss-interrupt what I say.

I wonder if my sister was serious about making me into our little sister’s twin instead of her and I being twins. Why am I even thinking that? I mean look at me I am wearing a short little girl's dress and diaper and plastic panties. I know she had nothing to do with the diaper and panties but Lori picked the clothes I wore from the hospital and now all these dresses and skirts. Man, girls are sneaky and way smarter than me.

Anyway, I continued to try on the super girly girl clothes for like several life times, I was trying on the last dress. The dress was of course very short and had light pink puffy short sleeves and the whole dress was also light pink but you could also see bright yellow and white flowers all over the dress. I was trying to think if it was pinker, or more white it was hard to say with all the pretty flowers all over it.

I could feel Lori buttoning the last button in the back of me as I stared at my reflection and I look like the picture perfect idea of what a little girly girl should look like. I was even playing with my long ponytail which of course after I noticed it made me look even more childish and more girly I stopped.

“Lets go show mom your last dress little sis, and you will get your wish on us leaving since that’s all you have been saying while you have been trying on clothes for the longest time.” Lori says, but she smiles when I notice her looking at me from head to toe. “Make sure you put your flip flops back on so you have everything out of the dressing room.”

So of course, I put the flip-flops back on and was happy as anything to be leaving the dressing room finally. “Oh that is the prettiest dress of them all little Nikki, I bet that dress is so comfy in this heat. You will notice how much cooler a short dress or skirt is compared to long boring boy shorts.” Mommy says, I can't make out if she is teasing me or treating me like one of the girl's. I guess either is not good.

“Here Nikki you hold these skirts, and I will hold the dresses. There's way too much for one person to carry.” Why is Lori being so nice to me? Maybe I underestimated her since she is being so nice to me, by her helping me carry all these clothes.

I am carrying a bunch of dresses across my chest with my hands close to my waist with clothes hanging everywhere, A smart person would of folded all the clothes up before carrying them. Once we arrived at the checkout counter, I understood what my evil twin sister was up too. God girls are so sneaky.

Since I was carrying all those dresses when Lori kept piling them in my arms, I didn’t realize I was still wearing this super girly dress. Or I should say I didn’t notice until we were at the checkout counter, and I could get a clear view of what I was wearing. Lori came over and pulled off all the tags off my dress, and handed them to the checkout girl; that was a slight hint I was tricked again.

“She wanted to wear this dress home if that was okay mom?” I hear Lori say to mom while we are in line at the checkout.

My mouth drops open hearing Lori lying to mommy. “No I didn’t say that mommy. I didn’t say I wanted to wear this pretty dress home.” What the heck did I just say? I just called this dress pretty. What am I thinking let alone what am I saying.

“Well since you are saying how pretty the dress is you can wear it home princess and you are right that is definitely a pretty dress you picked out little Nikki.”

I get so upset; I don’t know what to say as I feel pee squirting between my legs into the diaper, before I stop it. “I didn’t pick any of these clothes mommy, Lori picked them all.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed you picking these pretty clothes, you did a great job sweetie. I think my little princess panty boy looks so pretty.” Mommy whispers as we walk away after she paid for everything. “I mean you look like a little PRINCESS in that dress, you will be wearing PANTIES or diapers until you are healed or re-potty trained and you’re a BOY so PRINCESS PANTY BOY fits you sweetie.” Mommy says while smiling from ear to ear.

I turn and notice Lori is carrying a bunch of the bags smiling at me and I didn’t even notice I was holding mommy’s hand, and little Andrea was holding mommy’s other hand. I can just picture how everyone looked at us seeing two little girl's holding their mommy's hands and the big sister carrying the bags. What am I saying we don’t look like little girl's we look like little toddler girl's.

“Mom from the back you look like you are holding twin girl's as you three walk. If you did little Nikki’s hair more like Andrea's they would really look like twin sisters.” I hear Lori teasing me as I give her a mean look and I stick my tongue at he, until I realize I must look even more like the little girl I am dressed like sticking my tongue at her. “See she even sticks her tongue at me like a baby girl hehehe.” I hear Lori giggling, but I ignore her so she doesn’t see she is bugging me.

I look down at my naked legs walking in my tiny dress and I can feel the air moving all around under the dress like I am naked. I keep checking to see if my dress is blowing up because of how it feels when the wind blows. Why do I keep calling this dress, my dress? I really need to get back to thinking like a boy instead of me thinking like I am a girl, my mind is so messed up.

“Yes mommy I think you should do Nikki’s hair like mine so I can have a twin sister mommy, that would be so great mommy.” I hear Andrea and I just roll my eyes hearing her getting so excited about me looking more like her.

I just roll my eyes hearing everyone teasing me and I don’t know what to do to change it. We stop in front of the hair salon that mom and the girl's go too. “Would you like that Nikki, if you had your hair fixed like your little twin sister Andrea?” I hear mommy referring to me as Andrea's twin and I almost fill my diaper up I lose control so bad.

“No mommy please, I don’t want to look any more like baby Andrea. I mean we both have long blonde hair like you mommy and Andrea is really big for her age and I am really small for mine, and both of us are so skinny. I mean that’s enough mommy please.” I almost start crying right then, and there as we start walking past the hair salon and out of the mall.

That was close thinking to myself as we leave the mall and drive home. This has been such a busy day. I hope no one see’s me wearing this little girl's dress when we get home. We drive down our block while I look around and thank god I didn’t see anyone we know when we pulled in our driveway.

“Okay girl's lets get inside after we get all the bags inside and unpacked I will get some milk and cookies for you as a snack, how does that sound?” Mommy says while smiling down at me wearing the tiny little girl's dress.

I see Andrea's eyes light up like mine with the thought of milk and cookies. “Yes mommy.” Andrea and I say in stereo, I look at her not believing we both said the same thing at the same time.

“Mom I can take Nikki’s clothes up to her room and put her stuff away while you get the little one’s a snack if you want?” I hear Lori acting like the little kiss butt she is.

I stare at her then at mommy when I hear her start to respond. “I think that is a great idea Lori, why don’t you take the twins with you and have them help you hang up Nikki’s pretty new clothes.” I hear mommy referring to me as Andrea's twin as I want to cry again feeling pee going into my diaper but I don’t even try to stop it cause all I want to do is scream.

“Mommy I am not a little baby, and I am not Andrea's twin, I am Lori’s little twin sister, I mean Lori’s twin brother.” All three of them look at me when they hear me referring to myself as I a girl. “I am so confused mommy.” I finally say to her, shaking my head rubbing my eyes.

Mommy looks at me smiling as she kneels down. “I know sweetie it has been a tough day for you, but take you sisters hand and go help your big sister put your new pretty clothes away and then you too can have a snack. Now go girl's and hurry back.”

“Okay mommy.” Andrea says as she grabs my hand and almost rips my arm out of my socket when she drags me up to my room following Lori carrying the bags of clothes. “Next time we should race I bet you, I am faster than you are Nikki, and I bet I am stronger than you too.” I just roll my eyes trying to ignore her.

I look at her like she is out of her mind. “Whatever Andrea there's no way you are stronger or faster than me. I may look like you, a little girl dressed like this, but still inside I am a 10-year-old boy. So I am way older than you which makes me stronger and faster than you.” I say while I watch Lori taking clothes out of my closet and throwing them on the floor.

“If you too babies are done arguing, can you both start taking all the clothes out of her dresser so we have room for her new clothes?” we hear Lori whining at Andrea and me.

Andrea and I hear Lori. “Mom what do you want us to do with all of Nikki’s old clothes they won't fit with her new clothes.” Lori yells down to mommy in the kitchen.

“That’s a good point Lori. Send Andrea down here, and I will give her a couple garbage bags to put her sisters old clothes in for now. Andrea is faster so tell her to hurry.” Andrea smiles hearing mommy saying she is faster than I am.

I turn and look at Lori smiling at me wearing the little dress. “I don’t want my clothes put in garbage bags why can't we just make room for them in my closet and in my dresser?”

“Well little girl there are way too many clothes first of all, so they would never fit. Second you are going to be re-potty trained so your old clothes don’t fit over your baby diapers anyway so you won't be able to wear them.”

We both turn hearing Andrea running up the stairs carrying two large black garbage bags. “Wow you are fast Andrea thank you.”

“You’re welcome Lori.” Andrea gives me the bags. “I told you Nikki I was fast, and I bet I am faster than you are, and stronger then you if we raced I bet you I would win.” Andrea says teasing me.

I shake my head. “No way you would win and why would I bet you anyway?” I look at Andrea taking clothes out of my dresser, and putting it in the garbage bag.

“Well I bet your chicken if you won't race me.” I help her not paying attention about putting all my clothes into the garbage bags instead of just some of them. I don’t notice that Lori is watching me being distracted from arguing with Andrea that I am not even complaining about all my boy clothes going in the garbage bags.

I notice Lori smiling, and staring at me when I argue with Andrea. I don't pay any attention that she is putting all my clothes from my closet into her garbage bag she is loading up. Lori sees me staring at her while I am thinking until she starts to talk.

“Okay you two enough of arguing, the only way to prove who is faster is for you both to have a race and that will be settled once and for all.” I can't believe I am going to race my little sister and have to show her up.

Andrea is smiling when she hears Lori. “Yea like I said I bet I am faster than you, and stronger then you too.” I ignore her teasing me as I just blindly fill the bag up with my boy clothes while Andrea starts putting panties and tops and skirts into my dresser.

“Okay if I have to race you I will. I just didn’t want to have to show you up and embarrass you losing to me, and losing a bet little sister.” I say to Andrea.

Lori smiles at us that we are going to race while she is hanging up dress after dress in my closet. “Okay you too keep working while you’re talking or we will never get done. So if you are going to race and see who is faster and stronger, a good race to prove both would be racing from here to the stair case and down to the front door, and then race all the way back up here.” Lori suggests to us.

“It will take a lot of strength to run up the steps and then we will see who is faster, and stronger okay girls?” I ignore Lori calling us both girl's as I give her a look when she said that.

Andrea and I look at each other smiling. “Okay that’s fine with us we both say at the same time like we are reading each other's minds saying the same words and at the same exact time, it was almost scary.

“I guess you two are really twin sisters, you both say the same thing at the same time hehehe.” Lori giggles then I turn and hear Andrea giggling too. “So what are you too betting, besides who has the bragging rights to say they are the fastest and strongest?”

We both look at each other. “Um if I win you have to ask mommy to make your hair like mine Nikki.” What is she crazy then I would look like her a little girl. I guess I could just brush it back to a boy's style if I seen any of my friends so no one would see if by some crazy way I lost.

“Okay but if I win you have to stop calling me your twin sister or and kind of sister talk. Only refer to me as your big brother okay Andrea?”

The smile on Andrea's face then looking at the smile on Lori’s face gives me concern for worrying. But what am I thinking I am going to win there is no way my little five year old sister is going to be faster or stronger than me anyway.

“Okay it’s a deal I won't call you anything referring to you as a girl or as my sister. If I win though you will be called my little sister, and you have to tell mommy you want your hair like mine so, she does not think we are making you do it. Okay that is fair then okay Nikki?” Andrea says while smiling at me.

I roll my eyes. “Okay whatever I guess but I am way stronger and faster so it won't matter.”

"Okay you both will race from here touches the front door and run back to here. The first one to jump on the bed wins, do u both agree?" Lori says while she smiles at us both. "You are both wearing the same type of dresses and take your flip flops off and you will both be equal okay girls?"

I ignore her when she calls us girls but we both say okay and we are ready. "Okay on the count of three start running girls." I hear Andrea giggle when she says girls. "Okay here we go 1-2- and 3 GO, GO, GO." We both take off at the same time, and we are neck and next right next to each other, but I notice Andrea slip and fall. I turn real fast to see if she is okay and she is okay and she is running full speed after me.

I hit the stairs first and my lead gets bigger, I hear my self-laughing, not surprised that I have such a big lead on her. Wait I am not laughing I am giggling like a little girl. I turn around and see Andrea start to catch up to me. I get right to the front door and touch it and as I turn I see Andrea right there and my first step away from the door I hear her hit the door and she slips again.

"Oh I am going to catch you Nikki." I turn and see Andrea back up and running full blast after me. The moment we hit the stairs I start to feel tired because going up the stairs is much harder than running down them.

I am breathing heavily and I feel like I am going to pass out when i get to the top of the stairs. I turn to see were Andrea is and I turn and she is right next to me and she isn’t huffing and puffing to catch her breath as she passes me and goes through the bedroom door as I see her panties come into view, as she dives onto the bed beating me.

"I won, I won, I told you Nikki I would beat you that I am way faster and stronger than you." I can barely even breathe let alone respond to her bragging about beating me.

Lori looks down and me ready to pass out. "Well it looks like Andrea is faster than you, but I think we should give you one more chance before you go down stairs and ask mommy to fix your hair like Andrea’s." I look over and Andrea looking sad.

"I think it is only fair that we show Nikki that you are faster and stronger. What I mean is you already beat him fair and square you even fell twice Andrea and you still beat Nikki. But since SHE was in the hospital I think you should give her one more chance and arm wrestles her to see who is the strongest." Lori says smiling down at me.

I smile hearing i get one more chance to win. "But if she beats you again Nikki you have to go down stairs and tell mommy your hair keeps getting in your eyes and can she fix it. Do you promise Nikki, is it a deal Nikki?"

"Okay I will if I lose I promise." I smile at Andrea knowing she must have been lucky or something for beating me. I do not know how she beat me especially after she slipped and fell twice and she still caught up with me and won.

I turn and see Lori clear a spot on her desk for us to arm wrestle. "Okay you both hold hands and hold your elbows straight. We will do the same as before on three you will start to push the other persons arm down to touch the table."

"So the first one to make the other persons hand touch the table wins okay girls?" I see Andrea just giggling like she doesn’t have a care in the world, and here I am being totally serious because I don’t want to lose again to my little baby sister.

I look at Lori and then Andrea does the same. "Okay girls here we go on three so 1...2... and 3 go, go, go." The second Lori said go I could feel my little sister start pushing which I thought was weird because I didn’t think she could be that strong.

"Looks like you’re not even trying Nikki; you’re making it too easy on me. I guess you just want to have your hair like my pretty hair, so I understand that. I can’t wait until my big brother is my little sister and has a pretty hairstyle like mine hehehe." Andrea teases me as I try to push harder.

I am giving it all my strength and all I see is Andrea giggling like she isn’t even trying. How can I have lost all my strength, I was so much stronger before I crashed on my new bicycle. I feel our hands going back and forth. I stare at my hand holding on as tight as I can pushing, and pushing harder trying to get her hand it hit the table.

The look on Andrea's would be funny because it looks like she isn’t even trying to win. I keep hearing her giggling like she is more or less just playing. Every once in a while i see her smiling at Lori like they know something i don’t know.

There is no way they can cheat we are arm wrestling all you do is hold the other persons hand and keep pushing until one person loses pretty simple. I see her giggling again and i push with all my strength there is no way my little sister can be faster, and stronger than me.

I push harder and harder on her hand and I have to win so we will both have one win each. Andrea will have her one win beating me with racing, and when I win; I will have one win being stronger than she is.

When I win, I will not have to have my hair brushed like my little sister and I won’t have to let her call me her little sister. I think that would be the worst anyway having to call my baby sister, my big sister, and her calling me her little sister. I mean having my hair brushed like hers is no big deal because when I am out playing with my friends I will have it styled like normal and like hers when I’m home.

"Smack" I hear and then feel my hand hit the table as Andrea has beat me again. For some crazy reason I want to cry. I never cry for anything and now i am going to cry for my little sister beating me. No way am I going to cry, and then I would be acting just like the little girl I am dressed as. I look down seeing the little dress I am wearing and soon i will have my hair brushed out like Andrea's for me losing the bet. Oh well it won't be too bad at least I can just comb it back to my regular style when I go hanging out with the guys.

“That was a great race and also good seeing you both arm wrestling. We can only have one winner, so Nikki you need to hold up your end of the bet right?” Lori says with Andrea is smiling from ear to ear.

I hear Lori and turn listening to her with Andrea standing next to me. “Yea I am going to talk to mommy now and see if she can brush or style my hair like I agreed to.” I feel Andrea take my hand, and smile at me. “Yes Andrea I will tell her to style my hair like yours don’t worry, I mean I am already wearing a dress like a girl, so it won't be a big deal to have my hair styled like a girl too.”

“I think it is great that you are standing by your word little Nikki. I guess you are a man of your word or I guess a boy of his word wearing a dress and diaper hehehe.” Lori giggles teasing me and I hear Andrea giggling too.

Andrea starts to pull me with her out of the room. “Come on little sister I will bring you downstairs to mommy so you don’t get lost.” I give her a mean look that would kill small animals.

“Hahaha your just too funny Andrea. I am pretty sure I can find the downstairs and talk to mommy. I may look like a baby wearing this little girly dress but I am still 10 years-old ya know.” I shake my head as Andrea let’s go of my hand, I start to walk downstairs to talk to mommy.

This is going to suck to have to ask mommy to style my hair like Andrea’s; she will probably think I am going crazy. Oh, well like I said what's the difference I am wearing a dress like a girl anyway might as well have my hair styled like a girl too. I just have to ask mommy to fix my hair so it doesn’t sound like I am asking to have my hair like baby Andrea's.

“Oh hi mommy, um my hair keeps falling in my eyes can you help me mommy?” I see mommy finish empting the dishwasher.

Mommy looks at me up and down smiling. “You have good timing sweetie I just finished the dishes. Why don’t you have a seat and I will go get my hair stuff okay sweetie? I just love you wearing your new dress; you look so pretty like your little sister.”

“Okay mommy, and thanks I think.” I walk up to the chair and fold the back of the short dress behind me; mommy just stares at me smiling.

Mommy turns and leaves me there with her just smiling from ear to ear. I wonder why she is smiling so much. I guess if I was finished doing the dirty dishes I would smile too. About 21 seconds later she comes back carry a small basket with all kinds of hair styling stuff in it as she sits it next to me on the table. The basket has hair ties, hairbrushes, combs, scissors, and even an electric razor.

“You look so worried sweetie is everything okay? I mean does your little boy parts hurt?” I try to relax but that is not the easiest thing to do, but I don’t want to upset mommy.

I watch as mommy gets a hairbrush. “Is everything okay isn't really the best thing to ask mommy. No my boy parts don’t hurt I can't feel them at all. I mean right now I am wearing a little girl's dress and a diaper and I have one of my balls removed with the other one damaged badly. Plus, my little pee is broken and I have to sit to go potty.”

“So no I am not okay especially since this time yesterday I was skateboarding with my new friends, the worse thing they would do is tease me about having long hair, them saying I look like a girl. If they could see me now wearing a dress and diaper that would be the end of life as I know it.” I whine looking down.

Mommy starts running the brush through my long hair, which makes me so relaxed. “Wow that feels so good mommy. Feels weird not having my hair in a ponytail.” Especially since my hair is past my shoulders, all one length, parted in the middle.

“Yes you do look so much more relaxed sweetie.” I can feel the cool mist of the water she is spraying my hair to get it to be all wet. I guess that makes it easier to style hair. “Don’t worry sweetie you just stay relaxed and I will make sure your hair stays out of your eyes.” Mommy says smiling at me.

My long wet hair is hanging down over my face and way past my chin. “Oh that’s good, yes mommy you make me very relaxed while you are brushing my hair. I almost forget that I am a boy wearing a dress hehehe.” I giggle softly hoping mommy didn’t notice.

“You have such a cute giggle sweetie, you sound just like Andrea.” Nothing gets by mommy I swear. “Now don’t move I would hate to poke you in the eye while I fix your hair to keep it out of your eyes sweetie okay?”

“I open my eyes to respond. “No worries mommy I am almost asleep I am so relaxed.” I yawn getting more relaxed.

I just hear the brush being set down and a long comb going through my hair. The comb has much more finer teeth as she combs my hair out and over my face. I get totally relaxed until I hear the sounds of scissors opening and closing and my eyes shoot open, seeing the last of all the hair falling down that was in my eyes.

“What are you doing mommy? I don’t want my haircut I just wanted it out of my eyes.” I want to cry so badly, as I feel more pee squirting into my diaper.

Mommy puts her hands on her hips smiling at me. “Well your hair is out of your eyes now so you won't have to worry about that now. All I am doing is trimming the split ends all the way around not taking any length off except your bangs.”

“I don’t have bangs mommy what are you doing to my hair?” I don’t know what to say in a panic as I turn my head trying to see a mirror. Of course, there are no mirrors because I am sitting at the kitchen table.

Mommy leans down and looks into my eyes. “Well you do now, so don’t move so I can make them straight unless you want me to shave your head. I have an electric razor right here. Andrea come over here and plug this razor in so I can give little Nikki a proper boy's haircut.” For the first time I notice Andrea and Lori watching mommy do my hair from the hallway.

“No mommy, please don’t cut all my hair off please. I will be good I promise.” I look down into my lap and I see foot long chunks of my hair. I want to cry so badly seeing all that long hair all over my lap. I reach up feeling my hair on both sides and the back, and its still long thank god.

I feel mommy smack my hand. “Stop messing with your hair, and let me get your pretty bangs straight.” SNIP, SNIP, SNIP, and then a little more SNIP, SNIP, SNIP. I only see small pieces of hair falling around my eyes so that is a good thing I guess.

“Oh yes there we go all done with your bangs they look so pretty now.” Great I don’t want pretty anything I wish I could see my hair but I don’t want to ask mommy or she might pick up the electric razor.

I am scared and I can feel my diaper getting more wet when I get nervous. “Okay now I will take less than an inch off your hair all the way around to make your hair healthier but cutting the split ends, so don’t move.”

SNIP, SNIP, AND SNIP as I feel her trimming my hair, she moves around my head. “Oh yes your hair is so pretty now Nikki. Andrea can you hand me a hair tie for your sister, I mean your brother?”

“Oh yes mommy anything I can do to make my little sisters hair look pretty I will do.” We all hear Andrea calling me her little sister and mommy just looks at me waiting for me to respond but I don’t respond. I just sat there as mommy puts my hair in a high ponytail on one side then the other giving me high pigtails just like Andrea.

I get up as mommy takes all the cut hair off me. Andrea pulls me over to the hallway mirror. “Look Nikki, me and you look like little twin sisters, isn't that great?” I stare in the mirror and see her and I looking like she said like we are twins. I can see my pigtails bouncing with my short, short baby girl bangs. I am wearing the tiny girly girl dress and matching girly shoes, and my bottom is pushed out because of the diaper and plastic panties I am wearing under my dress.

“I look just like Andrea mommy, no matter what I wear even jeans I am going to look like a little girl.” I start to pee in my diaper and I don’t even try to stop peeing as I cry softly.

We turn and hear someone knocking at the front door. “KNOCK, KNOCK, I stop crying hearing the someone knocking at the door.

THE END

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