Sister's Pet
by Heulwen
"Right you agree to everything I want you to do.........." She stated, pausing for effect and to take some more pictures of me.
"Or you send the picture.." I said completing the sentence for her.
"Well done Einstein, now run along and fetch your money," she said grinning in triumph, "while I think of some other things for you to do"
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"John you are so dead!" screamed Alison, " wait till Mum and Dad get home, you'll be grounded for ever!"
"But, Alison, it's not like that....." I blustered trying to think of any possible explanation for being stood by the back door after my little frolic in the garden, apart from the truth of wanting to be a girl. Why oh why did she choose to come early from school instead of hanging out with her friends in the park as usual.
"You must be a perv to be dressed like that, oh my god there's mud on my best skirt!" she said accusingly.
"Sorry, Alison, I was chasing next door's stupid dog out of the garden and it thought I wanted to play, please don't tell Mum and Dad, please, I'll do anything," I pleaded.
"I should tie you down and leave you outside in the rain, or maybe........" she paused, worryingly, I knew her devious brain must be thinking of something, most probably a worse fate than confessing to my parents and suffering the consequences.
"Please, I'll do anything for you," I pleaded again, getting down on my knees and putting my hands together to pray for a miracle.
"Anything?" Alison asked abruptly.
"Yes, anything," I replied, wondering where this was going.
"have you got any money?" she asked.
"A little, why?"
"Right, here's what's going to happen, I'm going take plenty of pics you in this pervie state and then you're going to give me £20 to go and have fun with my friends at Alfonsos," she announced.
"But that's all my pocket money for the rest of the month, that's blackmail," I responded.
She took out her mobile and before I could do anything had taken a picture of me, she then typed something rapidly on the phone keypad and showed me the message she had written, it was to Mum and Dad's mobiles.
M&D, found perv bro dressed my clothes, see pic xx Ali
"Right you agree to everything I want you to do.........." She stated, pausing for effect and to take some more pictures of me.
"Or you send the picture.." I said completing the sentence for her.
"Well done Einstein, now run along and fetch your money," she said grinning in triumph, "while I think of some other things for you to do"
I scampered up to my room and quickly located my precious £20 note, that I had had so many plans for. Still being broke for a month was better than being humiliated by my scheming sister.
"Here you are, you extortionist monster," I said, handing my last remaining funds to her.
"Now, now, don't be nasty. In fact that gives me an idea, right listen up, perv, here is rule number one," she stated, with malice.
"Look you've got my money, that's what you wanted so you could buy some Bacardi Breezers" I said getting irritated with my sister's threats," just leave me alone"
"Rule number one, perv, and you play along or I press the send button," said my sister slowly, pausing to show me the previous message on her phone," is you will address me as 'Miss', when Mum and Dad are not here, understand?"
"Yes," I grunted.
"Yes, what?" demanded my sister, holding her phone near my face, her thumb about to press send.
"Yes, Miss," I said, grudgingly.
"That's better perv, now you go and get changed out of my clothes, put them all in the washing machine, and not just the skirt, I don't want to have to wear something that your sticky paws have touched. Got it?"
"Yes, alright," I mumbled.
"Yes, alright, what?" said my sister, showing me her phone again.
"Yes, alright, Miss," I muttered.
With that she patted me on the head, like a good pet, and flounced out to get tanked up at the under eighteen club that somehow managed to allow its clientele to bring in booze from the local ASDA*.
I busied myself with my assigned tasks and then sat in my room, in my own clothes again, and considered my options.
They weren't good and really there were only two. Either I was going to have to somehow get possession of the camera and the photos, hoping that my evil sibling hadn't made back up copies or distributed them to her friends, or I was going to have to content myself with being, in perpetuity, my sister's pet.
*ASDA is the UK subsidiary of Walmart
To be continued, maybe?
"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
Sister's Pet - 3
by Heulwen
"I loved it," I said, almost beaming at the memory," except the bit at the beginning"
"Yes, your sister is a bitch sometimes," he said, " do you want to go again?"
"I'd love too," I replied and moved discretely close to him and briefly touched his hand.
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I sat in the seat, holding my head in my hands, sobbing quietly.
My sister had surpassed herself in her cruelty. She had raised my hopes that I might be accepted as a girl only to dash them and to show that it was all a charade for her own amusement.
After the initial humiliation when she had presented me to her friends as her 'perv brother' and encouraged them to belittle me, I had been left alone, sitting in a corner.
"Are you alright?" asked a female voice.
I looked up to see the concerned face of Paula, one of my sister's friends but someone who I had noticed was much more of an observer than a participant in my exposure.
"What do you think?" I replied, taking out my handkerchief to dry my eyes a little.
"I think your sister was really nasty doing this to you," Paula remarked, "I thought you looked nice"
"Thank you," I said, managing a slight smile at the compliment.
"I would never have recognised you, John," said another voice behind me.
I turned, startled at the sound of my male name, fearing further complications.
" Eddie!" I said as I recognised Paula's brother, a pupil in the year above me in school, who caught the same bus as me in the morning, " please don't tell anyone"
"Don't worry, Jenny, if that's what you want us to call you, I'll keep your secret"
"Come and join us," said Paula, indicating a table a little away from where my sister and her other friends were.
We walked over and sat down, Paula repaired the worst of the damage to my makeup, while Eddie went to get us some drinks. My sister seemed to have completely forgotten myexistence as she and her friends settled down to work their way through the smuggled alcopops.
"Thanks Paula," I said, after she had finished her repair job," you're too kind"
"It's nothing," she replied, " I don't like seeing people humiliated for other people's amusement"
Eddie came back with the drinks and soon we were joined by Josh, Paula's boyfriend. The music soon started and Josh and Paula joined the throng on thedance-floor.
"I can't believe how good you look, Jenny," said Eddie, after a few minutes of sitting in silence.
"Thanks," I said, appreciating the compliment," you didn't say why you were here, Eddie?"
"My parents insisted, they said that if I was here with Paula she was less likely to join the drinking den," he explained," not that I think she would, she's more sensible than most of her friends"
"Unlike my sister," I responded with a sigh.
As if by magic my sister wandered past, at that moment, staggering her way to the toilet.
"You OK, brov," she slurred as she went past.
"Yes, but no thanks to you," I replied, feeling myself on the brink of tears again as I thought about my earlier humiliation.
"Thas great," she responded, her addled brain obviously only picking up on the words 'yes' and 'thanks'.
Eddie noticed the moisture forming in my eyes, " shall we go onto the dance floor, we could avoid your sister when she comes back"
"Thanks, that's a good idea," I replied and followed him as he led the way to a space near to where his sister and her boyfriend were.
"Hey, Jenny," said Paula, smiling at me," glad you decided to join us"
The next hour or so was a lot of fun as Eddie and I moved to the music, sometimes the crowd forcing us to bump together. I was enjoying the close contact and I noticed that my partner was happy enough with it too.
"Now, girls and boys, to end the evening here's three slow numbers, so grab your partner and enjoy," came the voice of the DJ as the opening music of Rihanna's 'Take a Bow' came over the sound system.
I looked at Eddie, expecting him to be leading the way back to our seats, but instead he moved closer to me and took me in his embrace. Soon we were moving close together. It felt so nice to be dancing next to a boy who considered me to be a girl. The last track started and Eddie's lips found mine. The next three minutes was the best three minutes in my life as we tenderly kissed and moved our bodies together.
The music ended and Eddie and I separated.
"Way to go, brov," yelled my sister.
I looked over to see her and some of her drunken friends in very high spirits about something. I wasn't sure what. I looked at my watch and realised that my sister and I had only a quarter of an hour to get home before our curfew.
"Sorry got to go, Eddie, thanks for tonight," I said before giving him one last kiss and then grabbing my bag and my enebriated sister.
By the time we had arrived home the combination of the brisk walk in the cool evening and the water I had liberally splashed over her face had managed to sober my sister quite a bit. She sucked a few peppermints and then, as I had no chance to change before we had left the club, she diverted my parents while I ran upstairs to change back into my boys' clothes.
I noticed my Mother giving my some strange looks as we bade our parents goodnight and realised, once I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror, that my makeup removal had not been that effective. I completed the job before falling asleep and dreaming about the wonderful time I had had with Eddie.
The next day I was up early, to the surprise of my Mother, and was out of the house and at the bus-stop with ten minutes to spare. Something inside me jumped with joy when I saw that Eddie had also arrived early.
"Hi Eddie," I said smiling.
"Hi Jenny," he replied, quietly.
"Did you enjoy last night?" I asked.
"It was great, what about you?" he responded.
"I loved it," I said, almost beaming at the memory," except the bit at the beginning"
"Yes, your sister is a bitch sometimes," he said, " do you want to go again?"
"I'd love too," I replied and moved discretely close to him and briefly touched his hand.
Our few private moments were terminated by the arrival of some of the others who caught the bus with us and the conversation turned to the usual TV/Sports/Music/Video Games.
I was still on cloud nine as the lessons started and soon it was time for the second, IT, one of my favourite subjects. I soon busied myself working on thePowerPoint of my family. I was really pleased with how I had managed to integrate some pictures and videos of myself, my sister and my parents into my presentation. I had just ran it through once again, feeling confident of achieving a top grade when my neighbour, Alec, dropped a piece of paper on my workstation.
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=perbrov&search_t...
I looked up at Alec, he was smiling, although I thought I detected something odd in his expression.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Have a look it's really funny," he explained.
"Yes, it's a great laugh," said Joanne, sitting the other side of Alec.
"OK, " I said, feeling slightly apprehensive at their apparent eagerness for me to look at the web page..
I typed the URL and almost fell off my seat when the video game up.
It was a video taken of me and Eddie dancing close with the caption "My perv brother and his boyfriend".
I looked up to see everyone in my group laughing their heads off at me.
To be continued
"You're a total bitch," I shouted back at my sister.
She smiled and made cat like movements with her free hand.
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"Tranny!"
"Gay boy!"
"Nice dress, weirdo"
The whispered taunts mingled with the general suppressed laughter as everyone in my group looked at the cell phone video of Eddie and me dancing together, on Youtube.
I felt tears forming in my eyes and wiped them away. I didn't want my tormentors to see my weakness. I wished a hole could suddenly open up underneath me and swallow me up.
"Any problem over there?" asked Mr Smith, the IT teacher, as he looked up from the other corner of room.
"No, sir," answered Joanne and Alec in unison.
"OK, less noise then and try and finish the assignment before the end of the lesson," said Mr Smith, before turning back to the group he was helping.
I closed the Youtube browser and stared at my PowerPoint. I felt a deep blackness inside me. My whole world of school superficial friendships balanced with a secret exploration of my need to be a girl had been smashed to pieces. My sister had blackmailed me into being her 'pet', but instead of caring for me she had mentally abused me for her own immediate brutal pleasure.
I suddenly knew what I had to do. I quickly saved my work and logged off the system.
I stood up and walked towards the teacher.
"Excuse me Mr Smith," I said as politely as possible," I've got a dentist appointment to go to now."
"Sure, John, no problem," responded Mr Smith, as he struggled to show an IT phobic pupil how to input video into his slideshow," did you save your work and log off the system?"
"Yes, sir," I replied quietly.
"OK, off you go then and one thing John," he said as he turned towards me.
"What is it, sir?" I asked, hoping that he wouldn't ask me to see an appointment card, which would have needed a more complicated lie in response.
"Good luck with the appointment, I hate going to the dentists," he responded before giving me a smile that reflected his warm, caring personality.
I briefly flickered my lips in a weak smile in response, while my eyes stared ahead as an ice cold resolve took hold of me, and quickly walked out of the room.
I made my way out of the school via the back entrance, to avoid the possibility of bumping into an over efficient senior teacher who would have insisted on me having documentary proof of an appointment before letting me leave.
"Where you going brov?" shouted the familiar voice of Alison, my sister.
I looked round to see her and two of her male friends hiding in a some thick trees on the edge of the school grounds. They had obviously bunked off a lesson to have a smoke.
I ignored her and made for the school gate nearby.
"Come and have one with us," my sister shouted.
I looked across to where she was sitting on the knee of Philip, one of her on and off boyfriends. He was slowly caressing her stockinged leg as she blew out smoke rings.
"You're a total bitch," I shouted back at my sister.
She smiled and made cat like movements with her free hand.
"Oh, come and scratch my eyes out then, Jenny!" she yelled back, using my female name," didn't you like the video then, Philip and Paul thought it was great, didn't you guys?"
The two boys laughed loudly and unpleasantly.
I ignored her again and hurried towards the exit, trying to suppress the tears.
"Guess what, brov?" she shouted.
I looked back towards her. She was holding up her cell phone. She waved it towards me and then pressed something. She turned it towards me and the moving light on the screen indicated that she was running a video. I could faintly make out the music from the night before.
"I got another video of you and Eddie, want to see it? You look so hot," she shouted, just as I was about to leave the school premises.
"Suit yourself then, I'm going to put this one on youtube too. You like the title 'perv brother snogs his boyfriend?" she yelled.
I gave her the finger behind my back and carried on walking. I could hear the sound of their laughter as I made my way through the streets of the housing estate that surrounded the school.
This time I didn't do anything to suppress my tears. By the time I had reached the local shopping centre, nearby, my cheeks were covered with little rivulets of dampness. I kept on walking, avoiding any eye contact and ignoring the looks of concern from some fellow pedestrians.
Soon I had left the commercial area of the town and was walking along empty pavements with busy offices and factories on either side of the street.
My resolve deepened as I eventually neared my destination. I had been a tiring walk and I was grateful of the prospect for a rest.
The sun was high in the sky as I sat on the edge of the mainly disused quay. The former industrial glory of the port had long disappeared leaving many derelict areas.
The destruction and decay of my surroundings matched my dark mood. The overwhelming atmosphere of industrial death pervaded my soul as I looked down at the dirty dock water below beckoning me. Offering me the escape I sought.
"Hang on love, I'll pull you out," shouted a man standing on the side of the quay about 5 metres above me.
"Leave me alone, I don't want to be rescued," I shouted back and prepared to push the float away.
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I jumped.
The brief fall from the side of the dock was a second of air rushing past before the severe shock through my whole body as I plunged into theStygian iciness of the water. I felt myself sinking slowly and I prepared to take the fatal lungful of water but then to my surprise I suddenly stopped plunging further and began to rapidly rise to the surface
My head broke through the water and my body involuntarily gasped for air. I floated easily in the dirty, cold water of the disused dock.
I looked around myself to try and work out how my suicide plan had been thwarted and noticed the pocket of air which had obviously got trapped in the the back of my jacket as I fell.
I started to take it off, quite a difficult challenge as the sodden sleeves clung tightly to my arms. After a couple of minutes struggling to pull them down I gave up and anyway my attempts had at least accomplished the primary objective of releasing the air even if I had failed to take my jacket off.
I was beginning to lose feeling in my feet as I finally stopped moving in the water and prepared to let myself sink to let the dark liquid wash away the constant pain. I hoped my sister would be satisfied with her efforts to humiliate me. I breathed out to try and reduce my buoyancy as much as possible. I felt my shoulders sink and prepared myself for oblivion.
The shout, "Catch this love!" was immediately followed by the painful impact of a public buoyancy aide hitting my head. Without thinking I took hold of the red and white ring that was now floating next to me.
"Hang on love, I'll pull you out," shouted a man standing on the side of the quay about 5 metres above me.
"Leave me alone, I don't want to be rescued," I shouted back and prepared to push the float away.
"Wait, there's nothing worth killing yourself, especially at your age," he shouted back.
"You don't know how bad things are, thanks for trying to help anyway, bye," I shouted in response.
"Don't let go! If you do I'll have to jump in to try and save you and I can't swim. Do you want to be responsible for someone else's death?"
"Please, I have to do this, life is too hard, everyone hates me," I responded.
"I can't believe that's true, an attractive girl like you," he pleaded.
I smiled for the first time, since holding Eddie's hand before catching the bus to school, at the man's mistake. Understandable really given that he could only see my head and my long hair, with the rest of my body submerged.
"That's the problem, I'm not a girl but thanks for the compliment. I'm letting go now."
"Listen let's do a deal!," he shouted.
"What deal?" I replied.
"Come on out of the water and tell me about your problems and let me see if I can help you. If you still want to kill yourself after. I'll help you," he shouted back in explanation.
"How?"
"I'll tie some weights to your legs, you'll go straight down then. Come on, just give it a go, what have you got to lose for waiting a few minutes?"
I thought for a few seconds and decided to accept his deal. I shouted my assent and he pulled me towards the metal ladder set in the wall of the concrete quay. I slowly climbed up towards the top, which took quite an effort wearing my completely sodden, heavy clothes. After a few minutes I neared the top. My attempted rescuer reached over and took my hand to help me up the final few feet.
"There you go, sit down here," said the well dressed middle aged man who had persuaded me to postpone my suicide attempt as he gently led me towards a bench a few metres away from the quay.
"Here, take my coat and wrap it around you, we don't want you to catch your death," he said as he offered me his expensive looking coat and helped to wrap it around me.
Suddenly the incongruity of what he had just said made me begin to snigger, which soon turned into laughter.
"What's so funny?" he asked, looking surprised at my reaction.
"Catch your death, you said," I explained between guffaws.
He looked at me and then suddenly he got the joke and joined me in the merriment.
"Sorry," he said, "after a few seconds of mutual tittering, "I didn't mean to make a joke of your situation."
"It's OK and anyway after I've explained the situation as you requested I fully intend to complete my intended actions," I replied, "so I hope you don't regret letting me ruin your expensive coat."
"Don't worry at all about that, it will be as good as new after a visit to the cleaners. I'm David by the way, can I have the honour of knowing the name of the pretty girl I've just rescued?" he asked politely.
There was something very engaging about David's manner and in response to his friendliness I smiled before replying,"I like to be called Jenny, but that's obviously not my real name, it's ......"
David interrupted me by putting his finger to my lips.
"That's OK Jenny, I don't need to know whatever other name you were given which doesn't reflect your true being. Now tell me what happened today to make you want to jump in."
Hesitantly I explained about the sadism of my sister and the ridicule of my fellow school pupils. David listened intently and put a comforting arm around my shoulder as I recounted the most painful parts.
"There, there Jenny, although you may feel that life is at rock bottom. Let me tell you, I've been there and I know that things always do get better eventually if you let others help and support you," David responded in a very friendly tone.
"I don't believe you," I said, "look at you, the very epitome of a happy contented man."
"Believe me," David said, "I've really been where you think you are at the moment."
"How could that be true?" I asked, "what problem could you have?"
There was a pause as he looked at me in a strange way. I looked at his face and saw what looked like tears forming in his eyes. He turned his face away from and then in a soft voice said, "I'm a paedophile."