HE'S MY SISTER

[Anonymous]

Terry sat numbly in the back seat as they drove away from the church. It had been the longest two hours of his life, with every friend of his Aunt and cousins stopping them and demanding to dote over the "sweet baby girl" they had in tow. The next few hours weren't much fun either, as they ate lunch in a crowded restaraunt, and went to a shopping center for even more shopping.



Never once was he allowed to walk without one of them holding his hand, and they even made a point of walking through the arcade, where all the boys were playing videogames and commenting rudely as they watched girls go by. Terry even felt the back of his dress being yanked up momentarily, but endured it silently as he remembered doing the same thing to his cousins so long ago. He thought that when summer was over he'd get his old life back and be one of the guys who hung out in the arcade, but now he wondered if that would ever happen again.



When they got back to Aunt Peggy's house, Tina and his mother were waiting for them. Inside, Terry sat on the couch as they wiled away the afternoon talking about their shopping trip and showing Mrs. Jameson the panties and outfits they'd gotten for Terry. They didn't mention the incident at the mall yet, and he didn't complain too much when they made him hold up all the new "big girl" panties and slips he'd gotten. Tina told him how much she liked Terry's new hairdo and said it looked just like the "Welch's Grape Juice Girl" on television. When Terry cried that he was not a girl after hearing that, Aunt Peggy spoke up.



"We know that only too well, THERESA. That's why you have a 'page boy' haircut and so many 'boy leg' swim suits, shorts and panties, but if you keep complaining your mom might have to take them away and get something more age-appropriate."



Terry's squirming and sudden silence lead to giggles from his cousins. Rachel even complained that Terry had a boyfriend and didn't tell them all about him. Kathy asked if he'd gotten his first kiss yet, which started a flood of tears down his face. Tina put her arm around him and told the others that her baby sister was much too young for boyfriends but there were still some boys who chased after "Theresa."



They all got a laugh out of that as they packed their things and got ready to head toward Woodcliff and begin a new school year in the morning. Terry was hugged and squeezed and pinched before being buckled tightly into the back seat of the car, still wearing his flower girl outfit, and made to sit there as they gabbed and got ready to leave. It had been a long weekend and Terry was asleep almost as soon as they got on the highway.



Terry stood in front of the mirror rubbing the sleep from his eyes as his mother combed his hair. Wearing patent leather shoes with lacy white anklets, he looked up from his feet at the short, pleated, red plaid skirt about his waist and the white blouse covered by the red wool cardigan bearing the Eastview emblem. He'd spent the summer keeping his voice high and squeaky and he'd forgotten what he used to sound and talk like. After breakfast, he took his Barbie book bag and matching supplies as he walked out to the car, wishing his mother hadn't written his name so conspicuously on all his things. Even the nylon, "full brief style" panties and matching "vest" he wore were labeled, making him feel even more juvenile and ridiculous.



"At least we're hundreds of miles away from anyone who knows me." Thought Terry as they drove to Eastview. He wondered if he really could make them think he was a real girl. It worked at summer camp but this was different. He hoped then his mother would let him be a boy again, maybe by the time he got to high school for the second time. In the meantime, he'd be the "perfect little wallflower" that Tina said he'd become and would concentrate on school. As he walked into the building with Tina holding his hand, he relaxed a little, glad that no one gave him a second glance. Tina made a joke and he surprised himself by giggling girlishly in response. They then went down seperate hallways to their new homerooms.



Terry sat down at the desk marked Theresa Jameson, careful to smooth his skirt as Tina had taught him. He looked around at some of the others names. Tiffany and Anna seemed familiar. Then he glanced at the one in the front, he thought of summer camp, shuddered at the thought, and knew it couldn't be. He started to whisper that third name when he heard a familiar voice and realized it was indeed her. Someone entered the room talking away but abruptly stopped. Terry's heart sank as their eyes met.



"Hi, Poopie Panties," shouted Jennifer as she greeted Terry, who was pale and on the verge of tears at the thought of an entire school year with her. "still wearing diapers?"





THE END?

[Anonymous]

Terry really thought it was the end of the world when school started and the mean girls from summer camp were in his class. There were alot of miserable days but they finally quit calling him Poopie Panties and when Jennifer learned that Terry never told anyone it was her fault that he wound up back in diapers for summer camp, she lightened up a bit and was even friendly to him as long as he went along with whatever she said and acted as if she was in charge. Much to his surprise, it wasn't always as bad as he feared, and he often found himself agreeing with his classmates when they complained about "yucky boys" and how annnoying they could be. His grades were improving and even though is was only fifth grade and he should have been in high school, he discovered he really had to study hard to catch up on everything. He certainly knew what the other girls meant when they complained about their big sisters bossing them around. Tina was in still in charge of everything, even picking out his clothes and hairstyle. She always dressed him more like a first grader or younger, which added to his reputation as the baby of the class.



The school year went by fast, but summer went by even faster, Terry thought as he ran through the woods of the state park yelling and screaming with the boys who'd gathered at his family's Labor Day picnic. Since he hadn't seen most of them in ages and only Aunt Peggy and her daughters knew about Summer Camp and Eastview, his mom let him wear actual boy jeans and a t-shirt. Even though the guys sometimes looked at him funny or called him "Dutch Boy" because of his hair, they hadn't a clue about the changes in his life since they'd last visited. It had been a great day, and even though Tina tried to keep him nearby, he hung out with the guys and wished he could be a yucky boy all the time. After an afternoon of burgers, chips, hot dogs, and what seemed like gallons of soda they were too deep in the woods to head back for the toilets so the boys did what boys do. Except Terry.



After two years of what Tina called "proper potty training," he went off by himself behind a tree, slid his pants down and squatted without a second thought. As he started to go he saw the lace-trimmed panties and realized where he was and who he was with. He panicked when he heard a noise behind him, screeeched and yanked his pants up as he ran back toward the picnic area. As he ran he realized he was still wetting and that the boys behind him were laughing, cheering and racing to catch up. They hadn't even seen anything, but with the noise that he made and the growing, unmistakable stain in his jeans they had to make the most of it.



Terry was in tears as he reached the picnic table where his mom and Aunt Peggy were. He was completely soaked and little puddles were squishing out of his tennis shoes. Tina and the girls came running up as well and giggles were heard as well as the boy's taunts. Terry's mom chased them away and lead him off to the restroom. Tina began canvasing the relatives for supplies to help her "big brother." Terry was soon in the showers by the lake's swimming area and watched sadly as the first boy clothes he'd worn in nearly two years were tossed into the trash.



Tina came running up with an armload of instant hand-me-downs. Since most children and adults don't take clothed and bathing supplies, most of what she had had been borrowed from diaper bags and purses. After being given a body wash with baby shampoo, his mother lead him into the changing room, where Tina was waiting. She held out pink pull-up. When he tried to protest, his mother silenced him and asked him to recite the rules. He sobbed again as he remembered the rules he had to memorize at summer camp and that remained the absolute law for him.



"Rule Number One," Terry began, "I love my Mommy and will do everything she tells me to. When Mommy is busy or away, I will listen to my Big Sisters just like my Mommy."



"Rule Number Two is..." his mother asked, noticing how quiet things were outside as the kids listened in...



"I will always be as clean and as pretty as I can so I can grow up to be a big girl Mommy can be proud of."



"That's right," added Tina, "what's next?"



"Rule Number Three is..." Terry stuttered, remembering the rule that changed everything at camp. "Big girls don't have accidents and wear big girl panties only if they stay dry for at least three days."



"And the last rule?" asked Tina



"Rule Number Four...I will always be Mommy's little helper and a Taffy Bear forever."



Tina and her mother smiled as they helped Terry put on the rest of his clothes. His peach-colored tee shirt was both skimpy and small and looked like the "shrugs" Tina wore.

Over his pull-up diaper was a stretchy pink scooter from a cousin half his age. The purple flip flops completed the outfit and they took his hand and lead him outside.



"Here SHE is," shouted his cousin Kathy, "back by popular demand!"

[Anonymous]

The boys couldn't wait to tease Terry, proving that "boys will be boys" often meant a pack of wild animals going after the weakest prey, even one of their own. But before they could go in for the kill, the ladies of the picnic shooed them away and soon Terry was swarmed by the giggled and hugs of his female cousins and their friends, delighted to have a new dolly to play with. When one little girl took a kleenex and wiped away his tears, another suggested a makeover, which always made her happy. Everyone agreed, except Terry. He didn't want to go back into the woods with the boys, so he let them sit him down  at a picnic table as they couldn't wait to unload their purses and totes and begin.



Everyone loved hearing about how he almost went to prison until his mother and sister managed to reform school him themselves. Tina told them all about his summer at camp as lip gloss and blush were applied and removed as each of them tried for the perfect look, hoping to be the one that made him look the prettiest. None of them could believe that the quiet little mouse sitting with them had been the nasty terror they all dreaded seeing at family gatherings. More than one remarked that most of the brothers or cousins now rampaging in the woods could do with the same makeover. At the adults picnic table, some of the mothers were making the same observation.



The girls especially loved hearing about the baby-sitting class and sleepover. Some of them lifted his tee shirt and burst out with squeals and laughter as they saw the tan lines from a summer of halter tops and bathing suits. Some of them wanted baby-sitting lessons and a class of sorts took shape as they discussed baby and child care in detail and Terry was often used to model proper techniques as they lead him around, sat him up and down, and even bibbed and fed him. Before long, he was soon being bottle-fed and burped. Though it was unlikely to happen, they all said they couldn't wait to change him, and he blushed as Tina told them every detail about how her friends had cared for the baby.  



When the youngest girls had used up all their perfume and makeup on Terry, they ran off to the playground. The older ones remained as Terry sat with his thumb in his mouth, trying not to cry as Tina told them every detail about how he "wet himself" in front of her friends. One of them took his hand after getting another diaper and they soon lead him off to the woods, away from everyone else. Before long he was again lying on a blanket and his diaper was "checked" again and again until, sure enough, he moaned, wimpered, and messed his diaper as Tina had told them he would. She was back at the picnic area while the anatomy and hygiene part of baby sitting class was being held.



Just like before, the girls loved seeing every last detail about boys and how their bodies worked, and he knew no more, and had seen no more than he'd discovered in the ads in the Sunday paper. But they were giving him lots of hugs and holding his hand and he didn't mind being their center of attention. With his scooter back on and his tee shirt now tied with a belly-baring knot at the waist, they sent him over to the playground, where he had to play on the slides and swings to show them what a good little girl he could be.



As the afternoon wore on, the last of the food was made into a light dinner. Everyone gathered at the picnic tables for the last time. The boys ignored Terry, but everytime one of them offered to "get him a hot dog," giggles erupted and he would blush and almost cry.  They soon ignored him until one of the girls heard her brother brag about needing to shave. She looked at Terry and then at his legs and smiled. As they packed up their things, Tina told her cousins about the sleepover and how she wished they could join her in "getting the baby ready for school."



They all said their goodbyes, and Terry was soon asleep in the back seat, too tired and cried out to worry about how he'd become "the baby of family" in every sense of the word. If he'd been able to stay awake, he'd have realized that he was not heading home. Aunt Peggy had heard Tina's comment and had persuaded Terry's mother to spend the rest of the weekend with them, "shopping for the girls."

[Anonymous]

As they were driving to the mall, he couldn't believe he was going through a repeat of the previous year. But here he was, sitting between his cousins Rachel and Kathy. Aunt Peggy and his mom were in the front and his sister Tina rode in the back. He was in a cyclone of girl talk and most of it was about him. He remembered wishing he could have tween clothes like the others all through school, but now that he was wearing them he was more scare and upset than ever. He was wearing lace-trimmed pink leggings under a denim mini skirt. The skirt sat so low on his hips that the waistband of his pull-up diaper was in plain sight. He never thought it would happen, but he actually begged for panties, which brought all kinds of giggles and laughs but not being excused from Taffy Bear Rule Number 3. At least if he had no accidents, he'd be out of diapers before the first day of school. For now, he could only hope that the rustling, crunchy noise of the plastic wasn't as loud for everyone else as it was for him.



As they pulled into the parking lot, he continued to tug at his top, trying to stretch the little pink tee with a picture of Zeke and Carey. They were the "total hotties" that were so popular with all the girls at school. All but one, Terry thought, as Rachel took his hand and hurried him into the mall. As they walked past one of the department stores, Teena and Kathy squeeled when they saw a uniformed security guard and began whispering to each other. Rachel opened the little pink purse Terry was carrying and handded him the flavored lip gloss that was all the rage. His lips were soon sparkling and he dabbed glitter lotion on his cheeks to make his cousin happy. Rachel yanked his arm, forcing him to catch up with his sister and other cousin. Rachel shoved him and he stumbled.



Before he could fall, he was grabbed by a pair of strong hands and he couldn't help but notice the big muscular arms of a bodybuilder that he wished were his. He gasped when he saw the id badge, and his eyes met those of his rescuer. "Brandon..." he squeaked in a girlish pitch that

shocked him. Catcalls and fake swooning erupted all around him as he left the gueards side to find his cousin. Rachel took his hand and yelled out.



"So that's your crush," she giggled. "I can see why."



"He's mine, diaper girl." an older girl yelled as she raced to Brandon's side, as he returned to his beat, warning Terry to behave or else, and telling the rest of the girls to do likewise.



Terry was glad to vanish into the store and as they began shopping for school clothes, he saw that his cousins and sister were once again picking out the most juvenile and feminine of outfits. What made it worse was that now that so many children were getting fat, there were extra large sizes of what many of his classmates called "baby clothes," which was of course what he had to wear whenever they had out-of-uniform days. He saw that next year would be no different and maybe even worse.



Tina laughed out loud when she looked at him and then at a display of clothing clearly aimed at pre-schoolers. She whispered to Rachel, who was soon giggling as well. He overheard them mentioning that the boys at the picnic had called him "Dutch Boy" because of his hair.



"I wish they were here to see little Dora." Rachel said as she found a yellow tee with the cartoon character on the front. Terry was soon modeling the shirt and a matching pair of shorts and when he looked in the mirror, he saw that his hair style was very close to that of the litle girl explorer from the tv shows. Just then, his mom showed up and told them their aunt was waiting for them at the beauty parlor. When Tina told him to leave the outfit on and his mom agreed, he knew how his hair was going to be styled.



When his hair was done, Aunt Peggy took him to the earring  place and got him pink heart earrings. As he was putting them in his ears, Rachel asked if she could have her ears double pierced like Kathy and Tina. Aunt Peggy agreed and then Terry's mom smiled at him. They were sitting side by side holding hands as passersby watched and smiled. Rachel

squeezed her cousin's hand and encouraged him not to cry as his ears were pierced again. Now there were two pink hearts in each ear. While Rachel was bravely getting her ears pierced, Terry heard the daughter of some shopper talking loudly and looked to see her pointing at him.



"No wonder she's such a crybaby, Mommy." the girl exclaimed, "She's wearing diapers."

[Tammiann]

The little girl at the mall pointed out his diapers to everyone just as the needle gun piercd his ears. He cried  even louder and all of a sudden his face reddened in horror. Teena and her cousins new just what had happened. Terry had just earned more diaper time and would be going to school in diapers. His cousins were hysterical with laughter, but Teena almost felt sorry for him until she remembered some of the things he used to do to her. Terry's Aunt pulled on the waisband of his shorts, and sure enough, the white pull-up diaper had a bright pink princes picture proclaiming to the world thathe was wet. As they left the mall, the stopped at the drug store and got travel-sized bottles of baby cream, lotion, and shampoo. The girls couldn't wait to get him home and give him a bath, and everyone within ear shot knew about it.

After his bath, his cousins announce to Tina, who had been watching tv and had his cloths waiting for him on the couch; that Terry had "wet again" in the tub while they were washing him up and wondered if he'd ever get out of diapers. His eyes red with tears, Terry reached for the pink fleece pajamas with moons and stars all over them. He never thought it would hapen, but he actually wished she'd given him a nightie, at least they would have hidden his diapers a little. The pajamas were so clingy and stretchy that they almost semed too small and his diapered rear was as obvious with the pjs as before he put the bottoms on.

While the girls chatted about boys and the coming school year, Terry sipped his hot chocolate from a toddler cup and watched television. NEW YORK MINUTE was on and when it came to the part where the girls were running down the street with only a towel wrapped around them, he realized that was what he looked like whrn he came out of the bathroom, shoulder-strap tan lines and all. He was very tired when bedtime came, but wished the weekend would never end, since he'd have to go back to school obeying the Taffy Bears potty training rules.

At least he was dry when he woke up and one day closer to getting rid of the diapers. Even though everyone at school would call his underwear "baby pants," he'd much rather be wearing them. A quick breakfast and they were out the door. When their mother dropped them off, it was a repeat of last year. Everyone saw Tina take her "little sister's" hand and lead her to her first class at the exclusive girls school they atended. She stopped to chat with friends several times and always drew Terry into the conversation when the topicof boys came up, forcing him to agree out loud that school was so much better without any boys.

Jennifer sat next to him in class and was instantly aware of the noisy underwear he was wearing. At break time and first recesss she had heard the whole story and before long evryone was calling him "tinkle panties" and asking if he needed to be changed. Even though everyone teased and humiluated him, Jennifer was much nicer about it than the rest and when they sat together at lunch they chated like old frineds talking about everything but his diapers. He was glad that she was so much better to him this year and he thought he might actually get through this year better than before until she asked if he was ok and dry. Before he could answer, she slid her hand under his jumper  the same way she checked her baby sister. Her fingers discovered that he was dry and a whole lot more.

"I thought something was really different about you," Jennifer gasped with a whisper.

"Please, you can't tell anyone..." Terry sobbed as tears poured down his cheeks. "My mom will send me back to my old school and I can't go there."

"Because you used to be a boy there?" Jennifer said so softly that no one could hear but him.

"Yes, I got into alot of trouble and..."

"Had to play dress up for real?" Jennifer asked.

"It was either that or reform school, and I'm actually glad Mom gave me the second chance now, even with these stricter rules." Terry said, pointing to the diapers and clothes that were far to young for him. "I actually like having girls for friends alot better."

"Even me?" Jennifer said as she put her arm on his shoulder, remembering how she'd treated him at camp.

"Especially you," whispered Terry as he took the kleenex she offered. "Not the mean stuff, but you were so confident and bold and nothing like the jerk I used to be. When I saw how pretty and popular you were at camp, I thought if I could be anyone in the world, it would be you."

"Wow," exclaimed Jennifer as her eyes began to well up. "The more I got to know you, the more I thought how nice it would be to have you for a friend. Even though I was a witch sometimes, I should have known you already were my very own BFF."

They held hands for a few minutes, then Jennifer opened her purseand shared her lip gloss and dabbed glitter lotion on her cheeks to hide "the crybaby look." They both giggled when she said that.  Lunch was over too soon, but Jennifer promised to keep her secret and to be Terry's BFF, too. She would include Terry with all her friends and make sure to work with her until she was so girly that no one would ever suspect or find out about Tina's baby sister.

Terry never dreamed that he'd like his new school and new life until today. As he skipped out to the playground at second recess, holding hands and giggling with Jennifer and her friends, he realized that he really was one of them---even if he was wearing diapers and and was a little bit different. He was finally happy and wouldn't go back to his old life for anything.

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