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Dan(a) & His Four Sisters
by Kresha Matay
My story is strange, unique, but also wonderful. I was my parent's fifth
and last child. I have four older sisters, Mary, Carol, Barb and Judy. I
guess my folks wanted a boy and kept trying till they had me. They must
have been serious about trying to have a son, since my sisters are no more
than twelve to sixteen months apart in age. We lived on a small family farm
in Ohio, between Columbus and Circleville. Since I was the only boy and the
baby of the family, my sisters made a big fuss over me. Mom and dad were
obviously too busy, during most of the day-light hours, with the running of
the farm. This left the responsibility of my care to my sisters. Not only
did they feed me, bath me, dress me, but they also taught me all the things
I needed to learn as I grew up.
This constant care brought us very close together, especially myself and my
two oldest sisters, but at the same time it developed in me an identity
problem. We spent a lot of time together playing all kinds of games like,
jump-rope, jacks, tag and house. Throughout my "formative" years, the older
two, Mary and Carol, treated me like they treated their other sisters, by
that I mean, just like one of the girls.
Since our farm wasn't very prosperous, there wasn't a lot of extra money to
be spent on non- necessary items, especially non-essential clothes. This
wasn't a problem for the girls, because they wore each others hand-me-downs.
For me, the only boy in the family, this was a definite problem. This was
solved, in the beginning, by my wearing my sister's shirts and jeans, even
though they were obviously "girl-clothes". Oh, I had "boy-clothes" after I
started going to school, but just enough to get by on. As soon as I got
home from school, I would change into my sister's hand-me-downs for play and
chores. I also wore their underwear, after all, at that age it wasn't all
that much different. No-one at school ever found out that under my clothes
I wore cotton panties instead of jockey shorts. In fact, I didn't realize
the difference myself, till I was much older and by then it didn't bother
me.
Once in a while, when my sisters fell behind in the laundry, I would get to
wear one of their dresses till our jeans dried. These were special moments
for me, I felt more like my sisters every time I wore a dress. I especially
liked the way the dress hem would "float" against my legs and how, as I
walked, every cool breeze would send delicious sensations up my legs and
against my panty covered crotch. My father, while not happy over the
situation, had been convinced, by my mother and sisters, that it didn't
really matter at my age, clothes were clothes. In their minds, I was too
young to be embarrassed.
At the same time that I started school, another problem developed. Until
now, I had slept on an old mattress in my parent's bedroom (we only had
three bedrooms). My parents decided I was too old and too inquisitive to
remain in their room. The first solution, was to move me into the room
shared by my younger sisters, Barb and Judy. They were eight and seven.
Mom and dad felt this wouldn't pose a problem, since I was only five. This
solution didn't work because my mattress wouldn't fit in their room. That's
when Mary, the oldest, suggested that I be moved into the room she shared
with Carol since it was the largest bedroom in the house. She argued, I was
so young that it wouldn't cause a problem for them, even though they were
ten and nine respectively. After all possibilities had been discussed and
rejected, Mary's suggestion was deemed the only feasible solution, so that's
what happened.
I was pleased with this arrangement because I felt closer to my two older
sisters than anyone else, they were the ones that had raised me to this
point. Initially, both girls were very careful in their dress whenever I
was present, but as time went on and the problems of getting all of us ready
for school (we had only one bathroom) became a bigger problem, they became
more relaxed in my presence. This enabled me to observe the differences in
their bodies as they grew older. My parents having already left for the
fields never found out about my seeing the girls in their underwear. It
became our secret.
This went on for eight years. During this time, my sisters grew up and
developed into beautiful young women of eighteen and seventeen. However, at
times, they still treated me as their baby sister. I still wore some of
their hand-me-downs, but as they grew, the materials and clothing changed.
Now the panties were made of sheer materials, more colorful and cut quite
differently. I made a special effort to wear my older sister's nylon
panties because they felt so much nicer. In addition, their jeans fit me
tighter in the crotch, baggier in the ass and hips and forced me to move my
small dick back between my thighs and my balls up under my torso in order to
fit right.
One day, when Mary, Carol and I were home alone, I asked them why their
shirts fit me funny. Was it because they had those "bumps" on their chests,
and if so, when would I get them (by now I was nine, almost ten and all four
sisters had developed breasts). Both my sister's looked at each other and
then began to laugh. Mary, always the more sensitive, saw that I was ready
to cry. They had never treated any question I had asked in this manner. I
felt stupid and didn't like to be laughed at. Reaching out her arms to me,
Mary said.
"Honey, we're sorry, we shouldn't have laughed at you, obviously you don't
quite understand some things about boys and girls. Come here, give me a hug
and a kiss and I'll explain some things that will answer all your
questions."
No longer feeling the hurt, I ran into her arms, where I was hugged by both
girls, received a series of loving ]kisses and had my tears wiped away.
After we finished, Mary began speaking.
"Danny, your right, the reason the blouse your wearing doesn't fit right is
because you don't have breasts and your a boy, so you never will have them.
Women and girls are the only ones who have breasts. As we grow older, they
develop for a very special reason. When we have babies, our breasts produce
milk and that's how we feed the baby. Men don't feed babies, so they don't
need breasts. It's just like when Bessie our cow feeds her new calf. Now
do you understand?"
I was stunned, I had never suspected that I wouldn't grow up to be just like
my beautiful sisters. Oh, I knew other boys grew up to be like my father,
but I thought I was different. If I wasn't different, then why did I like
the way their clothes felt against my skin and how pretty they made me feel?
My sisters had never been so careless to actually expose their naked bodies
before my view, so I didn't know how different girls and boys were. I
thought of myself as different from the boys I went to school with, that's
why I wore girl clothes, that's why I played girl games and slept in my
sister's room. Of course I had to be different, I was more like my sisters
than many of the girls I knew.
Now I was even more confused. I knew that the boys from school had their
own rooms and played at different games than I did. They made fun of girls
and their clothes and didn't like me because I was not as rough as they
were. This had always made me think I would grow up differently from them,
more like my sisters. My daydreams were always about the day that my body
would change like theirs had and I could then go around in public dressed
like them.
I had come to enjoy dressing in their clothes, it made me feel pretty. I
liked feeling pretty. When we had played "house" I war. never a boy, I was
always a little girl! When there was time, my sisters would dress me up in
panties, slips, dresses, ankle socks, mary-janes and then tie pink ribbons
in my hair. I would gaze into the mirror, see how pretty I looked and be
truly happy. They even changed my name to Dana when I was dressed this way
and kept telling me what a pretty girl I made. I was always their baby
sister ... not their brother! When we played, I always had my own dolls
that I mothered! I would feed them, change them, dress them, cuddle them
and sing them to sleep just as I saw my sister's do to their dolls. How
could they now tell me I wouldn't grow up to be like them? I didn't want to
be a boy! It was no fun being a boy. Girl's were softer, smoother and
sweeter than the ugly boys at school and that's what I wanted to be ... a
girl! As I grasped the fact that all my dreams of girlhood were dissolving
I began to cry again.
After Mary and Carol got me to stop my crying, Mary pulled me up on her lap,
hugging me close to her cheek and asked. "Honey, what's wrong? What did I
say to make you cry? Please tell me, If I can fix whatever made you cry, I
promise I will!!"
Looking up into her loving eyes and seeing the sincerity of her statement, I
told her everything. How I didn't want to be a boy, how I wanted to grow up
like my sisters, how I liked wearing dresses and how I was confused as to
why I couldn't be like them ... a girl.
"Danny, You don't have the body of a girl, you probably don't realize this
but it's more than just breasts. It's a lot of other things! Look, it
might help if Carol and I show you how different we are from you", she said
as she glanced to her sister for her acceptance. Carol hesitated, then
realizing how important this was to me, agreed by nodding her head.
"Why don't you take off all your clothes, including your panties and we'll
do the same, that way we can show you why you can't be a girl. You must
promise to never tell anyone about this, especially mom and dad. They would
be real upset with us if they ever found out about it. Is it a deal, will
you keep secret what we show you?"
I was only too happy to see my sisters naked, but really didn't know why.
With the promise that by getting undressed, I would understand, I agreed to
their terms. Quickly undressing, I stood there completely naked and
unashamed. Why would I be, after all, I expected to see a mirror image of
myself ... only with breasts. As each sister removed one article of their
clothing, the other followed suit. When both stood before me, wearing only
their panties and bras, they again asked for my promise, which I again gave.
Thereupon, they removed their bras.
"Oh!" I blurted out, 'They're so beautiful! I wish I was your baby so you
could feed me milk like you said. I would be the fastest growing baby there
ever was!"
This pleased both girls as they smiled at me and to each other. A silent
agreement passed between them. Whereupon, they asked me if I wanted to
touch them. Nothing would have made me happier, so I told them ... yes!
Mary, picked me up again and placed me in her lap. With one arm around my
back, she raised my right hand to her breast, forming my fingers into a cup.
I was in ecstasy, her breast was so warm and soft, yet firm and jiggled with
the movement of my hand. Mary circled the nipple with my palm as I watched
in amazement as the tip extended and grew before my eyes. My caresses must
have aroused her because she sighed, grabbed my hands and pulled them away.
"That's enough of that, you obviously noticed how my nipples got bigger and
how my tits became more sensitive to their being touched. That's why I made
that funny noise. Now we'll play with your nipples and show you the
difference between boy tits and girl tits."
She called Mary over and they now teased my little nipples. To their
surprise ... mine also grew larger and became sensitive to their touches.
In my mind this was proof that I was just like them and told them so. Now
THEY were confused. They continued playing with my nipples until Carol
noticed my dick had extended and was semi-hard. Pointing this out to Mary
brought giggles to their throats. They asked me about it, whereupon I
answered that I was as confused as they. This was my first erection! They
explained what it was and stated that this explained why I couldn't be a
girl. All this did was confuse me further, so I asked?
"I understand that because I got excited when you played with my nipples my
pee-pee got bigger and harder, but what does that have to do with being a
girl? Doesn't your pee-pee get hard when you get excited?"
"I guess we'll have to show him everything!" Carol giggled. "It's obvious
it's the only way he'll understand."
With that, my sisters removed their panties. I couldn't believe my eyes,
where were their dicks and balls? Instead they had a tangled mass of light
brown hair covering what looked like a cut had been slashed in their
crotches. The first thought that came to mind was ... how do they pee?
Raising my questioning eyes to theirs I recognized the glint of "we told you
so" as Mary began to explain.
"Danny, now you know why you can't be a girl. Girls don't have dicks. We
have what are called pussies. When we have babies, that's where they come
out from. I think it's time we explain why you have a dick and balls and
why we have pussies. After all we've gone this far with your education, we
better explain the rest. Before we get into the subject of sex, do you have
any questions?"
My mind was reeling! Of course I had questions, but I didn't want to sound
stupid. Now I knew why my sisters had laughed and giggled at my previous
questions. Therefore I only asked the one question I didn't think they
would laugh at.
"How do you pee?"
Carol explained how girls had to sit down to pee, that's why, they never
left the toilet seat up and complained when I did. I was afraid to ask any
other questions, so Mary continued to explain the many reasons why girls had
to be different than boys. Mary explained the "birds and the bees", giving
details of the sex act that few, if any, nine year old ever got told. With
each new concept explained, I became more and more depressed, till finally,
with tears in my eyes and in a cracked voice, I complained.
"Not only is it not fair that I can't dress like a girl, but I'm going to be
cheated by not having breasts, a pretty pussy and the chance to have a baby.
I've dreamed of having a tiny baby in my arms just like Suzy, my dolly.
It's not fair and I hate being a boy. I want to cut this ugly dick right
off."
Mary was quick to jump in, "Honey, we'll still let you dress like a girl as
long as you want. We'll even dress you up in a bra, nylons and heels, just
like us. I'll buy you a wig and make-up. We can teach you to act like a
girl and coach your voice. You'll still be able to play like a girl as long
as you want. But you must promise to never ever think of cutting off your
dick, it would kill you! Will you promise?"
Dejectedly I answered, "I promise, but that still only helps a little bit, I
still can't have a pussy, nor a baby of my own!"
A lightbulb went on in Carol's head. "Danny, I read an magazine article
about a man very much like you. He had always felt he was born inside the
wrong body. Everything he felt about himself indicated he should have been
a girl instead of a boy. After he grew up to adulthood, he went to a
special doctor and had a sex-change' operation. You could do that if you
still wanted to become a female after you grow up. Then you would have
breasts, a pussy and be a 'real' woman in almost every way. You still
couldn't have your own baby, but you could probably adopt one. Then, as far
as everyone else was concerned you would be the baby's mother. How about
that for a solution to your needs?"
"Oh Mary, is Carol telling me the truth?" I asked.
Mary assured me that Carol had the facts correct, a number of men were
having gender change operations. She said that if I still felt, after I had
become an adult, that I wanted to become a 'real' woman, she and Carol would
help me with the necessary medical costs.
I couldn't believe how wonderful my sisters were to me. Rushing over to
Mary I threw my arms around her, hugging and kissing her. Mary pulled me
tighter to her breast where without thinking, I kissed, licked and nibbled
at her nipple. Mary offered no resistance. With her eyes closed, gentle
"mewings' issued from her slightly parted lips. Obviously she was in the
early stages of passion, losing herself in the wonderful sensations.
Without thinking she mistakenly exclaimed.
"Carol, don't stop! That feels soooo good! Do me like last night!"
A startled scream instantly emerged from Carol. "Mary! Are you crazy? Do
you what you've just said? It's not me sucking your tits ... it's Danny!"
"Oh! My God, what have I done!" she yelled, pulling the nipple from my
moist and demanding lips. "Danny, I didn't mean what I said. It was a
mistake! I just got too excited. It doesn't mean anything, ignore what I
said, it was just a mistake. Forget I said it."
I had recently begun to wonder why my sisters made such funny noises when
they came to bed. A couple of times, when I wasn't yet asleep, I had heard
their giggles, moans and groans as they trashed in their bed. After the
graphic explanation they had just provided me about the act of sex, I now
knew Mary was lying. They had been playing with each other, causing each
other to get excited and probably reaching orgasm, that new word I had just
learned ten minutes before. The look on my face must've given my thoughts
away. Both sisters knew, that I now knew their secret.
Carol spoke, "Well from the look on your face you know about us. I guess
it's only fair, if we know your secret that you know ours. Danny, we don't
like boys, both of us have had very bad experiences with boys. They are too
rough and selfish and only think of their own satisfaction. We read a book
about Lesbians, that's the term for two or more women who make love without
a male being involved. We decided to try it and found it was much more
enjoyable. We are really BI-sexual, which means we go both ways, but right
now we have no desire for men. Maybe later, if we find the right ones,
it'll be different, but for now we have each other."
Boy what a day this was, I found out I wasn't a girl, had the "birds and
bees" explained to me, had seen and played with my naked sisters, had been
promised I could get a sex-change operation when I got older and now found
out they were gay, or at least Bi-sexual. Being more brave than I had a
right to be, I asked.
"I love you both! I don't care if you never make love to a man, that's your
business. But I'm curious, how do two women make love? After what you
explained, I don't understand how it's possible. When we go to bed tonight,
will you let me watch? It won't change my mind about you, I'll always love
you and no matter what your decision, I'll keep your secret, but I sure
would like to know how two women make love and how a woman orgasms. It
might help me when it comes to the decision as to which gender I late
choose. You've been so understanding about everything else, a little more
can't hurt, please!"
This time Mary spoke for both sisters. "Why not, if your going to be a girl
you should know what it's like and if you stay a male, you'll at least
understand how to make love to a woman. Besides, since you'll still be
sleeping in our room, I don't see how we can hide what we do for each other
and I know we certainly aren't going to stop doing it. Carol, I'm sure we
can trust him to keep our secret and it might be fun to have him there!
OK?" she winked.
"It' all right with me, I was thinking the same thing you were", she winked
back to Mary.
I didn't know what all the winks were about, but I was sure I would enjoy
whatever they had planed. Realizing that our other sisters would soon
return we quickly dressed and began preparing dinner. All evening long, I
would catch a secret smile or wink between the girls and myself or between
the two of them. Time seemed to move very slowly, till I could stand it no
longer. I explained I was tired and went to bed a half hour early. Mom and
Dad also said they were tired and went to their room at the same time. I
knew I would have to wait for awhile till all my sisters went to bed and the
house settled down, but I didn't mind. I lay there remembering Mary and
Carol's naked bodies and thinking about what was going to happen that night.
Let me tell you about that night. They came into the room. Carol walked
over to the closet and turned on the light, while Mary closed and locked the
bedroom door. This left just enough light to see whatever happened near
their bed but kept the rest of the room in deep shadow. Mary moved into the
light to where Carol stood, took her into her arms and kissed her. The kiss
lasted a long time and Carol took advantage of the moment by dropping her
hands to her sister's ass. She raised Mary's dress and slid her hands
inside Mary's panties. Since they had not spoken to me, I assumed I was to
watch ... but not speak. Moving close, I crawled to the foot of their bed,
peering around the post. Mary saw me, broke her lips from Carol's, smiled
at me and motioned me even closer. I positioned myself at their sides,
sitting at the edge of their bed.
Now the fun began. Both girls ran their hands up and over each other's
frame, pausing to tease, feeling and squeezing their tits, asses, arms and
legs. Mary paused a moment, then began undressing her sister. It was a
sight to behold! Even though I had seen them both naked this afternoon, it
was still a thrill all over again. It took a while for them to remove all
of the other's clothes, they spent so much time playing with each exposed
square inch of bouncing, jiggling and swaying flesh.
Mary took charge. She guided Carol to the edge of the bed, then eased her
onto it, directing Carol into a spread-eagle type position. Then in a
surprise move she turned to me and lifted my nighty over my head. I was now
as naked as they were. Mary took my hand and silently moved me to the
opposite side of the bed, then returned to her side. Reaching across
Carol's lush body, she again took my hands in hers and guided them over my
sister's totally exposed frame. The beaming smile on Carol lips was
beautiful to behold in the muted light.
When Mary let my hands go and began to use hers on Carol, I did the same.
All this had been in total silence, but no longer, Carol allowed small
moans, groans and squeaks to escape her lips. When Mary parted Carol's
outer pussy lips with a moistened finger I stopped my teasing to watch.
Using her other hand to motion me over, Mary directed my fingers against my
sister's clit. Forgetting myself I spoke.
"Oh, it's beautiful! So smooth and soft and wet."
Letting me play for awhile, Mary moved her pussy directly above Carol's
face. Out snaked Carol's tongue. Not wishing to miss anything, I
positioned my head on Carol's breasts and watched as Carol licked, lapped,
sucked, nibbled and ate her sister's tunnel of lust. All of a sudden, not
being able to take anymore, Mary began to shudder, shake and thrust her
pussy against Carol's tongue, lips and chin. With a muted scream, her palm
covering her mouth, Mary came, drenching Carol's face with the sweet, wet,
juices of lust! Carol didn't let up and a second series of vibrations
coursed through Mary, as she continued to rub her sister's face, milking
every last sensation available to her demanding passion.
"Now you know how two women make love to each other!" Mary exclaimed.
"Usually it lasts longer, but we wanted to be quick for your sake."
I spent the next half hour telling them how much I enjoyed what had happened
and hugged and kissed them for loving me enough to let me join them. I
hadn't expected to be allowed to participate, but was truly glad they had
let me. During this resting time we continued to play with each other's
bodies, not to excite, just to express our love for one another. That night
I slept between the two of them. The three of us snuggled up against each
other like spoons, totally without a care and dreamt of only them.
We continued my secret crossdressing. All this without the knowledge of the
rest of the family. 1, under their expert guidance became quite adept in my
masquerade. They spent hours teaching me how to walk, talk and the
mannerisms of womenhood. I learned how to apply my own make-up, style my
hair and paint my nails. So well did I play the part, that one weekend when
Mom and Dad took Barb and Judy to visit the state fair (free to fair
exhibitors), Mary and Carol took me, dressed as their sister, to the mall.
This was fantasy-land to a fourteen year old crossdresser. I went from
store to store, trying on dresses, lingerie, high heels and even flirted, as
I had been coached, with a shoe salesman. As he lifted my ankle to insert
my foot into a pump, I parted my knees just enough for him to see the naked
flesh of my exposed thigh above the welts of my tan colored nylons. I had
no trouble passing to our great satisfaction. This was a wonderful
experience ... but darker days were soon to appear.
When Carol graduated from high school and was offered a scholarship to Ohio
State she made plans to leave home. Mary, decided it was time for her to
move out also. She had been offered a job in Columbus and the two sisters
planned to room together. My parent's, while sorry to see the girl's leave,
were also relieved that there would be two less mouths to feed. I now had
the room to myself and missed them dearly. Before they left, they informed
our parents they planned to frequently return on weekends. This easily
explained why they left some clothes in the closet and one drawer of what
was now my dresser. Secretly, these were really for me.
Things on the farm were getting worse. Each year we received less and less
income and crop supports from farming. The only good thing about the
situation was the value of the land was steadily increasing. I had
overheard my parents talking about actually selling the farm and moving to
the city. I don't know if this would have ever happened because before they
could decide, they were involved in a car accident and killed.
Mary and Carol, of course, came home for the funeral services. We buried
our parents and returned to the farm to plan our futures. Mary and Carol,
who had been named the co-executors of the will and our legal guardians,
decided to sell the farm and set up trust funds for Barb, Judy and myself
and move us to Columbus. They would buy a house where we would all live
together. Barb was now eighteen (I was sixteen), a senior and would soon
move out to attend the University of California. Judy, seventeen and also a
senior (she had skipped a grade), had also been accepted at the same school
as Barb. Carol would continue her education at Ohio State. Mary would quit
her job and take on the total responsibilities of raising us until the girls
left and then it would be just Mary, Carol and 1. The proceeds of the farm
would be great enough that we could live nicely without Mary having to go to
work outside the home. In addition to the proceeds from the sale of the
farm there was the life insurance dad had on himself and mom and later there
would be the settlement we would receive from the estate of the drunk who
had caused the accident. With-in three weeks, with the help of a lawyer, we
left the farm never to return.
Needing a place to live, we rented a house just outside Columbus in a suburb
called Powell. Parts of Powell were very rustic, the homes not much
different than our farm and other places were sub-divisions with homes that
cost half a million dollars or more. The nice thing about the town was all
the homes were on large wooded lots as was the one we rented. It stood in
the center of a five acre field shielded from our closest neighbors and the
road by trees. Later, because we liked it so much, we bought it.
The second night after we moved in Mary and Carol called for a family
meeting. Knowing about it in advance, I was prepared to be the topic of
discussion. Mary ran the meeting. She started by telling Barb and Judy
that she and Carol enjoyed lesbian sex with each other and that they were
aware of the games that Barb and Judy played in their rooms late at night.
After my two younger sisters sheepishly admitted Mary was right, they became
upset that their girl-girl playing had been discussed in front of their
brother. That was the opening Mary had expected. Excusing me from the
room, she said.
"So it bothers you two that I talked about how you play with each other only
because he's your brother. You've forgotten that we admitted what we do in
front of him also, he's our brother too. Don't you think it'll be more fun
for both of you now that you won't have to hide your kisses and your touches
behind closed doors."
Barb spoke, "We still won't be able to kiss or touch except behind closed
doors, but now because you said it in front of Danny, he'll know exactly
what we're doing whenever we do close our door. In addition, he'll now be
so curious he'll try to peek at the keyhole or windows. I'll know it's
going to make me uncomfortable and might ruin the fun we have together."
While all this discussion was going on, I was upstaires changing into Dana.
Everything I needed was ready for me, either on the bed or in the bathroom
in Mary's room. I had a head start since I had worn my panties, my unfilled
bra, my garterbelt and my nylons under my jeans and flannel shirt. Mary and
Carol had planned this to be my "coming out party" and had even bought me
false breasts and a wig. I quickly slipped on my dress, added make-up, put
on the wig, slipped into a pair of high heels and quietly went downstairs.
Mary had seated herself so she would know when I was ready. She had
continued the argument always going back to the point that if I was their
sister Barb and Judy wouldn't have been upset with her and Carol. Each time
she used this argument, they agreed she was right, but each time they
brought up the fact that I wasn't their sister. Again eliciting that
response, she asked.
"Let's settle this right now, if I had a magic wand and could change our
brother Dan into a girl named Dana, not only would you not be upset with her
knowing about the two of you, but you would like it better if you had
another sister instead of a brother, right?"
Judy looked at Barb, then spoke.
"We love our brother Danny, but we think we would have been better off if he
had been born a girl. Both of us have discussed it. We liked it better
when he wore our clothes and we also think he would have made a prettier
girl than a boy. Haven't you noticed that he has many feminine mannerism
and isn't accepted by the other boys his age. We think he's going to have a
very difficult time as a man and even though we now play lesbian games, we
know we'll eventually go "straight" and get married. We think he may be
turning permanently gay!"
Barb jumped in, "It's too bad you don't have that magic wand you talked
about, but since you don't, how do you figure wishing you had one will solve
this argument?"
"Oh, but I do have one! Carol, bring me my magic wand!" Mary requested.
At this point Carol handed Mary a wooden kitchen spoon. Taking it from the
outstretched hand, Mary waved it over their heads, mumbling gibberish, then
stating.
"Oh great, wise and all-powerful "Pooh-bah" please grant us our wish. We
want our brother Dan to become our sister Dana. We promise that if you
grant us our wish we will do whatever it takes to help him be our sister.
We also promise to teach him all he needs to learn so that no one will ever
suspect he wasn't born a girl. We ask this on the condition that you grant
our wish only if he wants this change as much as we do!"
This was my cue. Stepping out from behind the doorway, I strode into the
room, my heels clicking on the brick tiled floor, to the stunned silence of
my younger sisters. Not waiting for them to speak, I stated in my best Dana
voice.
"Oh, thank you my sisters for asking the Great Pooh-bah to magically
transform me into a girl. It makes me so happy to be your sister instead of
your brother. It's what I've always wanted!" Pausing for effect, I
continued. "Now do you two feel better about my knowing your secrets, this
confession on my part should assured you that I'd be the last person to
cause you any problems over it."
Mary stated, "Well, aren't you two going to kiss their new sister?"
Barb was the first to speak, "Your beautiful! If I didn't know you were my
brother I'd never guess you weren't a girl." Then a sly twinkle appeared in
the comers of her eyes and she said. "Judy, we've had a trick pulled on us.
I don't mean this Great Pooh-bah nonsense. How long have you two "bitches"
been keeping this a secret. How long has Dana been dressing this way and
what has she been doing in your bedroom at night. It's obvious she didn't
just learn how to put make-up on by herself or how to speak in that voice.
Well, let's hear the truth."
We spent the next hour explaining everything. The obvious question came up,
that is, "Was I fucking my two older sisters". We explained that the answer
was, "No" they had never permitted me to fuck them.
"Do you want to fuck us?" Mary questioned.
"I'm not sure." I responded. "Sometimes I feel an urge to try, yet at the
same time I think I would feel strange having my dick inside you instead of
my tongue."
I watched as all four girls, using that silent method of communication that
all women have, decided to further my education. Later that night I found
out how it felt to be inside a woman. We never did sleep much that night,
only short naps to regain our strength. By the time the sun rose, we were
totally spent and fell into a deep sleep.
We didn't get up until noon, then lounged around the house till about 2:00
finally deciding to go shopping for feminine clothes that would fit me
better. As we no longer needed to concern ourselves about money, the girls
decided to buy me an entire new wardrobe and along the way if they saw
anything they liked, we would buy that also. I could wear a mix of my
sister's clothes, they were just different enough, in sizes, that something
from each sister fit me perfectly. This enable me to go with them dressed
as their sister and it gave us the sizes I needed. Since I would be trying
on skirts and dresses we decided to wear heels and hose. It also made my
passing easier. Each sister wanted to help me in my transformation as if I
was their doll, even so far as a small argument breaking out as to who's
skirt fit me better between two of them.
We piled into the car and drove to the nearest mall, on the way we decided
that it would be better if we stuck together thereby giving the saleswomen
less chance to concentrate on me in case I made a mistake or someone became
suspicious. As it turned out, we needn't have concerned ourselves, I passed
with flying colors. It was one of the greatest days of my life. I went
from store to store trying on and buying, skirts blouses, tops, pants,
shorts, lingerie, shoes, belts and jewelry. We made sure we didn't buy too
much from any one store so as not to raise suspicions as to why I needed so
many new items for my wardrobe. The most fun was the lingerie departments.
The colors and textures were simply wonderful and some of the exotic items
brought a marvelous blush to my cheeks, which, of course, wasn't missed by
my sisters. By this time, we were so pleased with ourselves concerning my
ability to fool the various saleswomen that when we saw a free cosmetics
seminar the girls suggested I take advantage of it. I was scared, but the
girls goaded me into it and the young company representative also pressured
me by offering to seat me in a partitioned area where only I, my sisters and
she would see ... so I reluctantly agreed.
After taking my place on the tall stool, crossing one leg over the other and
adjusting my skirt, as any proper young lady would do, the woman went to
work. First, removing my make-up, she applied a new base, eyeshadow,
mascara, blusher and lipstick. Having Sandra, that was the cosmetician's
name, work on my features as she explained how and why she had selected the
various products and shades felt wonderfully sensuous. I was putty in her
hands. She even took the time to pluck out some hair from my eyebrows
giving them an arched look, definitely more feminine. All the while my
sisters listened attentively, agreeing with Sandra's suggestions and advice.
During this process, I wasn't able to see myself as she worked, but finally,
when she was finished, I was handed a mirror. The results were fantastic!
Sandra obviously knew her art. Where before I looked good enough to pass,
now I was actually stunning. My sisters agreed that the products Sandra
used were perfect for me and we purchased the lot, including additional
items she suggested would also work. Then in a moment of total surprise,
she softly said.
"Dana, here is my card, if you need additional help, I'll be very happy to
come to your house for a private consultation. You needn't worry, your
secret is safe with me. Your not the first male I've helped. I can also
suggest a doctor who will prescribe hormone shots and pills which you'll
need shortly, your facial hair is starting to grow and shaving is definitely
the wrong way to go. In addition, the prescription will do wonders for your
skin tone and might even help you develop real breasts. Call me at my home
number if you want my help." Then bending she kissed my cheek and winked.
I hadn't fooled her at all! However, what she was offering made me glad I
hadn't. I thanked her for her kindness and promised she would definitely
hear from me. Then, with a squeeze of my hand, we parted. My sisters had
heard and when we were alone that's all we could talk about. Deciding that
this was the high point of the day and our arms loaded with packages (we had
already dropped some of our purchases off in the car), we headed for home.
The shopping had been a complete success. My wardrobe almost matched the
size of my sister's. Upon returning home we boxed up all my male clothing
and placed all my new clothes into my dresser drawers and closet.
The few neighbors we had were easily convinced that we were five sisters
living together as a family. We went and did things together, sometimes as
a group and sometimes in two's and three's. Being a girl on an everyday
basis enhanced my ability to pass and eventually all male tendencies and
mannerism disappeared, I felt totally comfortable in my new identity.
The summer went quickly, I enjoyed all the experiences of being female that
now opened up to me. I went to the beach in a lovely, slightly conservative
two piece suit and even developed tan lines, these were a big help when I
returned to high school.
I called Sandra. She came over and took me to the doctor she had mentioned
at our first meeting. Mary went with us. To my surprise, the doctor was a
gynecologist and female. After a most thorough examination, the doctor, who
was also a psychologist (specializing in rape and victim therapy), met first
with me and then with both of us. Afterwards, she stated.
"Dana, is definitely gender confused. I could either institute a program of
weekly visits to a psychiatrist, which would probably continue long into his
adult life if in fact they ever ended. Even if he adjusted to his male
gender, he would most likely never be "well" enough to enter into a
satisfying relationship with a woman, get married or father children in the
normal sense of the masculine role. Dana, if you did change back into the
male role, it would certainly cause both your wife and any male children,
future role identity problems in their lives. Instead and my recommended
treatment, is you continue as a female and later have a gender changing
operation."
The doctor continued, "In order for you to become well adjusted in adult
society, Mary, as your guardian, should officially change your name to Dana,
destroy all male gender clothing, dress you in only feminine attire and
raise you as her sister! The reason that I recommend this option is that it
will please you and thereby, even though you wouldn't really be a female,
enhance your self-worth, self-image and your ability to survive in society
as an adult."
We quickly agreed with the doctor, whereupon I received a starter shot of
hormones and a prescription for pills. The doctor explained that since I
was still in the early stages of puberty I could initially expect a conflict
with-in my system until the new female hormones overcame the ones produced
by my own glands. This would take about thirty days. After that my glands
would no longer actively produce male hormones and in some cases actually
begin to produce female hormones. This would cause my skin to become
softer, my hips to flair out, my facial and body hair to become softer and
less noticeable and my voice to become naturally feminine. Other effects
would be a stoppage in the production of sperm and a less sensitive penis.
The doctor assured me that while it would be harder for me to get an
erection and longer between erections, I would still be physically able to
perform insertion and I would still enjoy an orgasm, but without sperm cells
in my fluid. A benefit of this was I wouldn't expose my true gender by
getting an erection under my feminine apparel and I would last longer before
I climaxed. She said it was a compromise I must live with. I assured her
it was a small price to pay to be female. Getting dressed, we left the
doctor's office and returned home.
The next six months were a whirlwind of activity. For the readers benefit,
I'll highlight only those events which I remember as special.
Soon it was time to say good-bye to Judy and Barb. It was both a joyous and
sad time for all of us. After they left, the house seemed empty. I still
had my remaining sisters, but it wasn't the same. By now my hair had grown
and was styled in a cute flip with bangs. I had developed 34B sized
breasts, my skin had a softness like theirs, my hips had widened and my ass
had taken-on a feminine roundness. In addition my body hair had lightened
and the vestiges of facial hair I had, became a light "peach fuzz".
School wasn't but around the corner and I had apprehensions. The doctor had
written a letter stating that I suffered from a heart valve problem and
therefore shouldn't participate in Phys Ed., this solved the problem of my
taking showers with the other girls. In lieu of this class I took a course
in Home Economics, which I thoroughly mastered and enjoyed. The girls at
school were no problem, they just accepted me. Since I was the new girl in
class, it was easy for me to stay an arms length away in my social contacts
with them, feigning shyness. I was very surprised at how casual their
attitude was about semi-nudity. It certainly was an eyeful, whenever I
visited the restroom. I admit I became a part-time voyeur. The girls would
stand by the mirrors, adjusting their underwear, their skirts lifted as they
pulled up their pantyhose or their blouses unbuttoned fixing the straps of
their bras. I earned a reputation of being somewhat of a prude because I
always adjusted my clothes in the stalls. This was an image I encouraged.
Also, I never allowed myself to go out on a date, claiming my sisters
disapproved until I was eighteen.
All in all, my new life was wonderful. I was able to do and be all the
things I had always desired. I still enjoyed getting dressed each morning.
Selecting my outfits not only for their appearance, but also for the way
they felt against my new body. My relationship with my sister Mary was even
closer. She spent uncountable hours teaching me all the little nuances of
being female. We spent a lot of time at the malls, not buying, just
shopping. It was a great place to practice my training. Mary and I enjoyed
just being feminine together. I now also enjoyed being noticed. Women and
girls never "saw" me as a boy, now the opposite was true. Both men and
women "checked" me over. The women for my appearance and the men for my
body.
It was amazing to learn the power a woman has over men just by crossing her
legs or just adjusting her clothing. I soon learned the effect a casual
smile or raised hem had on a male. There were of course, men too strong
willed and teasing them was dangerous. Mary taught me how to recognize
those individuals and to act offended by their advances. In our trips, I
polished my teasing techniques (under Mary's guidance), till they became
almost second nature.
We went and did all kinds of things, which as a boy, had been closed to me.
By Thanksgiving, I had totally mastered being feminine. All my actions,
speech patterns and facial expressions came naturally and were gender
correct. I had "grown" into the role so well, that I never even visualized
my old self, Danny no longer existed! Having a dick inside my panties was
the only aspect of being male I ever enjoyed.
The End
(c) 1997 Kresha Matay