Pretty Like My Sisters

Of course she was surprised. Who could blame her. Walking in on me like I was, I'm surprised that Sarah, my twenty two year old sister, restrained herself to a simple, "What the hell are you doing, Everett?". Her confusion, and possible anger was completely justified. You see, I was fifteen at the time, and I was in the room that she shared with our other two siblings, my seventeen year old sister, Andrea, and my twin sister, Emily. Of course, my trespassing into their room was an offense punishable by death, but I was not only in their room. I was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, each trimmed with white lace, and little white bows. My face was smeared with makeup, and I was trying to brush my long, dark, tangled hair. She looked at me, not with anger, but with confusion, and concern. I babbled out apologies for a moment, before I finally said,

"I thought you had classes today." Then, after I babbled for a few minutes longer,"don't tell Mom."

"Ok, Everett, I won't tell Mom" said Sarah. This calmed me down considerably. "But, you have to explain."

"Alright," Sarah had me sit on my bed, and she pulled a chair out from the desk.

"I did have class," she said. "But the professor had a car accident, so it was canceled."

"Oh," I said, unsure what else to say. I felt naked in my woman's underwear, and my penis clearly stood out among the lace. Sarah could sense my nervousness, and I imagine that she had some herself.

"Why don't you start from the beginning," she said, quite kindly.

"Wow, the beginning. Well, that goes back quite a ways. I guess it started when you and Andrea would play dress up with me. Sometimes I would be a cowboy or a superhero, but somedays, when you or Andrea was feeling especially mischievous, you would dress me up as a schoolgirl, or a princess."

"Yes, I remember," Sarah said, nodding.