HE'S MY SISTER

[Tammiann]

Mrs. Jameson was having a terrible time keeping her promise to her son Terry. He'd begged not to be sent back to the public school from which he'd nearly been sent to prison last spring and had changed his ways so much that his old friends were practically gunning for him. Between his grades and behavior records, no one wanted the fourteen-year old boy, no matter how much he seemed to have reformed.

His eleven year-old sister Tina was another matter entirely. Every school she went to wanted desperately to add the brilliant, athletic girl to their student body. About the only good thing that had happened in the past two weeks was that their house had sold for alot more than Mrs. Jameson had hoped for and she had a chance for a promotion and transfer to upstate New York. If only she could find a school for Terry.

After she'd returned home from work one evening, she was surprised to see Tina so chipper. Terry was his usual glum but polite self, worried about having to face down his old friends, who'd seen him in his "reform school" uniform and were out for blood as a result. Tina often kidded him, asking him wahts the problem, he was now allowed to wear jeans and t-shirts like he always had, knowing full well that however boyish they may look, every stitch of his clothes had come from the girl's department at the store. But teasing Terry was not why she was so happy, as she informed her mother as she took her coat and walked with her into the living room.

"I've got a plan, Mom and I've even found the best school near your new job."

"Will they take your brother?" she asked, "Remember the last interview, they said Terry was too far behind to even think about a private school."

On hearing this, Terry went off to the kitchen to begin fixing the salads for dinner. He'd been the subject of too many bad-news conversations and didn't wan't to hear any more. Besides, he hated having on nothing but childish panties and the flannel bedtime nightie in front of them while they were fully dressed. Had he stuck around to hear Tina and his mother, he'd have learned that his deepest wish not to have to go to the same school as Jared and the rest of the gang was about to be granted.

"Look at this," answered Tina as she handed her mother a package of official looking envelopes.

"The copies of Terry and your school records for your new school...," sighed the tired single-mother, "if we can find a new school."

"We will, just look at the records..."

As Mrs. Jameson looked at the records she couldn't believe her eyes. She knew Tina was really good at the computer, especially after getting sole custody of her brothers "screamer" as she liked to call it, but never dreamed she could do this. Terry's records now had Tina's name and picture on it, and Tina's old records now bore the name Theresa Jameson with a picture of Terry in one of the Taffy Bear uniforms he wore to camp, while marveling at how official they looked, the soon-to-be twelve year old explained her plan.

"Eastview School is a girl's school, Mom, and while they may turn down one bad apple, the prospect of two tuition-paying students would be very tempting..."

"But why take the rap for your brother's poor grades?"

"The fourth graders are soooo immature and you even said I look like a teenager. I could get into college sooner this way and Terry would have a chance to catch up and do well."

"You're right," said the surprised mother who (after the past year and the refreshing change over the summer) looked forward to the prospect of having an all-girl household forever. "Even Terry should be able to handle fifth grade...but what about you? That's quite a leap."

"Not really, I'll agree to 'repeat' ninth grade if they'll let me into Eastview. I can soak up the edu-software Terry tossed when he got the computer, it will be a breeze, and if not you know I love challenges."

"This will certainly be one. It looks like the salads are on the table. Go get your brother out of the den and let's have dinner."

Tina was excited as she raced toward the family room. She was going to get to go to an exclusive school and would never be the baby of the family again. She almost laughed as she walked into the den and saw Terry watching Bernie the Dinosaur on the kiddie channel (all the others had been blocked off the cable and only Tina and her mom had the code). Recognizing the song, she softly hummed along as she sat down beside her brother. Putting her arm around him, she joined in with the singer, changing the song just a bit to reflect the new girl order in the household.

"...And I know he's always there, and I know he'll always care....HE'S MY SISTER! I love my sister..."

Mrs. Jameson knew from the puzzled look on her son's face that Tina had let on that something was up. She also knew he wouldn't like the new dress code, especially after a summer of near-perfect behavior in the hopes of going back to boy clothes and the good-old-days. But she had put up with enough in the past and he'd promised to do whatever he needed to to not have to go back to the same school. He'd asked what was up and why was Tina so happy, but got no answers. He'd have to wait until she got home from work and a trip to Eastview tomorrow to find out what was realy going on.

[Anonymous]

Jared's visit couldn't have come at a better time. Despite several days of protesting having to dress as a girl any longer (since his summer vacation sentence was over), Terry's bravado melted as soon as the doorbell rang and he was soon scurrying back to Tina's bedroom, stealing glances through the window at the front stoop where the tall, muscular boy and several equally intimidating friends milled about. He heard them laugh when Tina told them Terry wasn't allowed outside, and as they walked away he heard them say how much they were looking forward to seeing him at school and football practice.



"Since you're already in here," Tina said as she walked into her room, "you can put on your outfit for the day. It's on the bed and Mom will be home soon."



Terry's look soured as he glanced at the bed. He didn't want to stay in the pink and yellw flannel jammies (especially since his mom made him go to the restaraunt in them---bunny slippers, too---last week when he dallied about and refused to put on the sundress tina had given him. At least this wasn't a dress, he though as he picked up the cream colored stirrup pants and pale blue t-shirt. After putting on his white knee-high, cable knit socks, he slid on the pants and then the keds loafers, feeling the cloth bunching in his shoe and the pants clinging tightly to his legs and bottom.



There mom was, waiting in the car when he walked out of the room. Tina smiled and started to say something, but decided to let her new baby sister learn for himself. She let him out first and as she locked the door she giggled at the sight of his full-cut girls panties with the tiny, purple-flower polka dots clearly visible beneath the thin, stretchy pants. Running to the car, she was anxious to hear what her mom had to say. It would be a long drive to the restaraunt, since she always went where no one knew them---unless Terry acted up, of course, then they might well dine at the neighborhood eateries where their friends hung out.



"You were right, Tina." said Mrs. Jameson, "Eastview was very happy to get TWO new students."



"Oh goody, Mommy." interrupted Terry, so happy to escape what his fellow "gangstas" had in store back at the high school; that he was unaware of his increasingly juvenile speech or the type of school he'd be attending.



"I'm glad you're as excited as we are, Terry." said his somewhat surprised mother. "Did Tina tell you about Eastview?"



"No Mommy," answered Terry, "but it doesn't matter. I'd do anything to get away from McKinley High."



"Yes," answered the unwitting boy as he thought of Jared and the last fairy to get beaten up at school, a beating he'd cheered on as one of the toughs in Jared's clique. "ANYTHING! I said I'd start over and do better if I got a second chance."



"That's music to my ears," beamed his mother, "but remember I'll hold you to it!"



"And I'll help!" added Tina with every intention of doing so, emphasizing the point by fussing over her brothers girlish outfit and even tucking the flimsy cotton t-shirt into the waistband of the stirrup pants. She remembered doing that when she was four or five and trying to be like her Daddy, before he started drinking so much and running around with the barmaids and then he ran away forever. She learned then not to be like her daddy, and now she'd help Terry learn the same lessons.



"We're going to Aunt Peggy's for dinner tonight. She's so happy that you got into Eastview she wanted to celebrate.!"



"Great, I can't wait to see Rachel and Kathy."



"Me, too." said Terry with a good deal less enthusiasm. Aunt Peg had never liked him much, and when Uncle Red wasn't around (which was alot since he was in the Navy) she didn't seem to like having boys around at all. His two cousins were his age and a year older, and he was never nice to them, always pulling pranks and teasing them. He just hoped they were more forgiving than he's have been.



Mrs. Jameson had told her sister all about Terry's brush with the law, the punishment she'd devised, and how well it had worked. Peggy had begged her to bring him so she could see for herself, but couldn't bring herself to further humiliate her son. But that was before Jared returned and convinced her to never let Terry follow his path again. As she pulled into the driveway, she was a bit surprised by all the cars, but knew when Peggy wanted to celebrate, she went all out. Tina would love it, but she wondered how the other guest of honor would react.

[Anonymous]

Terry nearly fainted when he walked into Aunt Peggy's house. The chorus of "SUPRISE!" by the house full of girls who stared openly at him was almost more than he could bear. It had been bad enough at home when so few knew about his punishment, but now it was as if he'd been given a life sentence and it was being broadcast to the world.



Mrs. Jameson could guess what her son was thinking and knew this was the moment of truth. She half expected him to explode into one of the violent tantrums that he had before his experiences at summer camp. The threat of real imprisonment had cooled his jets, though. She was relieved to see the droplets of tears forming in his eyes and knew then that her plan had worked. He wasn't a bad boy anymore and she was now certain that she could transform him into a good girl just like his sister.



Tina enjoyed seeing Terry squirm and cry and could tell by the sly grins on her cousins that they were glad the tables had turned in their favor once and for all. She smiled even more when she saw Aunt Peggy walking in with a little white cake iced with pink flowers that had eleven dainty little candles glowing brightly. One of Aunt Peggy's friends followed her in from the kitchen with another cake that was larger, its chocolate icing glistening under the glow of fourteen large pastel candles.



"Congratulations!" shouted Aunt Peggy as she took Terry's hand and lead him to the table, "IT'S A GIRL!"



As the laughter died down, Terry looked at the little cake and read it. "Congratulations Theresa, Eastview Class of 2009." He knew he wasn't a math whiz, especially after skipping so many times, but Terry did figure out that the cake was meant for him and he would have to be going into the fifth grade for the numbers to be right. he looked at his mother and then the candles and said "This should be Tina's, I'm not e-"



"ELEVEN YEARS OLD?" interrupted Mrs Jameson as she clued him in to what was in store. "You are now, Theresa. The only way you could ever get into a school like Eastview is by starting all over. Tina agreed to take your place in the ninth grade..."



"But I should be in tenth..." Terry said before his mom cut him off.



"Should be, but your grades were so bad that Eastview wanted Tina to repeat it or find another school. So your new big sister is a fourteen year-old freshman." added Mrs. Jameson as she pointed at Tina's cake with her name and his class ranking on it.



"And Theresa is Aunt Peggy's eleven year-old debutante!" giggled Rachel.



With that announcement all twelve of the girls in attendance, and Terry's mother and aunt, began cheering whistling and clapping their hands as Terry bent over and blew out the candles. The chorus of giggles began anew as Kathy glanced at his bottom, noticed the tucked in tee, the underwear showing through the thin stirrup pants, and began singing "I see Paris, I see France, I see baby underpants!"



Even Aunt Peggy joined in the song, remembering how her daughters wouldn't be caught dead in underwear like that when they were five, let alone eleven and about to enter fifth grade. And the stirrup pants, only toddlers wore them anymore, yet Terry marched right into the house as if they were just dandy. The rest of the girls were equally condescending, unaware that Tina had picked out his outfit and would continue to do so, since they had all been choosing their own clothes styles since first grade. Just as that round of humiliation ended, another began when Mrs. Jameson passed around his student identification badge. The giggles were as infectious as the picture of Terry with his toddler haircut and Taffy Bear shirt gazed out from the motto "Eastview School---Where Girl's Become America's Leading Young Women."



Terry gasped when the ID was finally put in his hands. He knew he'd been mean to Kathy and Rachel before, and figured this party was payback for that as well as being the last punishment of the summer. When he saw that Eastview was a girls' school, he realized there was no end in sight, and that he'd walked into the house a fourteen year-old boy and would leave as an eleven year-old girl.

[Anonymous]

Terry was so relieved that the party was finally winding down. All of his new school supplies were given as presents to him, from pink book bags and folders to a dainty little purse with little girl make-up kits. He had to opne and accept them all as the house full of girls teased and toyed with him. The worst were the packs of panties, all in heavy cotton that everyone called training panties with matching "vests" that were actually lace trimmed tank top tee shirts. Several girls asked when he'd get his first bra and if he really was older than Tina, why wasn't he as strong or as tall as her, and why was her chest so much bigger? He blubbered trying to answer the questions, which entertained his cousins even more. As the guests slowly filed out, he gathered his things in a large purple canvas tote bag, but was stopped as he headed for the door.



"Where do you think you're going, Theresa?" asked Mrs. Jameson.



"It's late, Mommy." said Terry, "aren't we going home?"



"Tina and I will to get the last of the stuff packed and everything ready in our new house in Wood Cliff..." said Mrs. Jameson as Kathy and Rachel began to smile along with Aunt Peggy.



"Can't I go and help?" Terry pleaded.



"You are such a good Mommy's Little Helper, Theresa." answered his mother, "but this is grown-up work and your Aunt and cousins want you to have a nice long visit before you go off to school."



"And I would love to have a little helper around the house again," added Aunt Peggy, "and your cousins would love to have a baby sister to take care of!"



Before Terry could argue further, Mrs. Jameson gave him a kiss on the cheek and swatted his bottom so that he scampered off towards his laughing cousins, who took him by the hand and lead him to their room. Tina giggled as she heard them say how they had scads of old clothes for him to wear and asked if he'd ever heard of Strawberry Shortcake. Tina wished she could stay and join in the fun, but knew there was alot of work to do so they could begin school as Eastview after the weekend. So, they said their goodbyes and said they'd return sometime Sunday evening. Aunt Peggy promised to take good care of Theresa and said she was so excited about having a little girl to get ready for her first day of school.



Terry woke up to find himself once again in a shortie flannel nightie and in a child's bed. Although fourteen, he was barely too tall for it and the "baby clothes" his cousins wore when they were six and seven fit him surprisingly well. As he sat up he heard Rachel call out for "Theresa" and said Aunt Peggy was tired of holding breakfast. He knew better than to keep her waiting and raced down the stairs, wondering where his stirrup pants and tee shirt had gone. Kathy giggled as he sat down and his nightie rode up in the chair, revealing the full-cut girls briefs he wore. Rachel asked if he liked her old pink nightie and when he shook his head no she said she'd try to find a prettier one next time.



Aunt Peggy told them to hurry up and eat since they had a busy day. When they asked how they should dress Theresa, Rachel and Kathy both began talking about party dresses, petticoats, and rhumba panties. Terry was about to cry but was just as quickly relieved when Aunt Peggy said to find him slacks and a top since it was going to be cold and rainy outside. They finished eating breakfast and Rachel grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom. The tub was soon full of strawberry bubbles and his cousin yanked his nightie up and his panties to his ankles. Terry started to redress himself but Aunt Peggy walked by and slapped his bottom hard enough to leave a handprint and his tearful promise to be a good little girl and let Rachel give him his bath. He tried to cover himself with his hands but Rachel took them both and eased him into the tub.



"You must be only eleven," said Rachel, giggling at his embarassment, "you don't even have any hair yet. Remember when you tricked me and Kathy into playing doctor? Then you wouldn't let us examine you after we showed you. Well, kathy's in medical explorers in high school and she wants to be a doctor or nurse, maybe its time for you to finish the game we got a whipping for playing."



"No, no, please." cried Terry as Rachel roughly soaped him up and rinsed him before pouring the baby shampoo in his hair.



Terry looked into the mirror as Rachel dried off his hair, telling him that something should be done with the scruffy mess. It had grown out some and there were still traces of the perm from the summer, making it look pretty bad, even by his standards---but at least it wasn't the toddler look he'd sported for so long. Kathy walked in with his clothes for the day. The same juvenile-style heavy cotton panties with the pink candy-stripes that were so disdained by real girls who were his age. Over these he slid on a gray pair of pants that he started out not to mind, they weren't too clingy and they actually zipped up, but when he realized that they zipped up in the back and there were no belt loops, he knew Kathy was just as eager as Rachel to get back at him for everything in the past.



Rachel swatted his bottom as she zipped up the pants, leaving Terry to wonder if he could get out of them by himself. Then she handed him a blue sweater top, which he thought might be alright until he noticed the deep v-neck and that it wasn't long enough to reach the low waist of his pants. Before he could protest or ask for something else, Aunt Peggy walked in and tossed him a pink sweatshirt-type jacket with "PRINCESS" lettered onto the back and marched them all out to the car.

[Anonymous]

As they got out of the car and headed for the entrance, Terry felt the cold wind hit him and was now aware that the flimsy blue yarn "sweater" he wore was anything but warm. His bare midriff peeked out no matter how much he tried to tug it down and the deep v of the front chilled him in front and drew attention to his flat chest. He remembered ogling girls who wore sweaters like these, anxious to peek and see what there was inside. Now the boys they passed were doing the same to him. At least their attention soon focused on his cousins when they saw he had no charms to display.



After they'd been inside waling for a bit, Aunt Peggy took his sweat shirt, so he "wouldn't get too warm" This made him even more scared as now his backside was on display and drawing attention as well. Kathy and Rachel went off to find their friends, leaving Terry to be lead around by the hand by his Aunt. They shopped in every store, and Terry didn't know which was worse, the looks and comments from the women in the "old lady section" where Aunt Peggy browsed, or from the teen and pre-teen girls who saw them shopping for clothes that Kathy and Rachel might like. The old women thought he was dressed too boldly for a little girl and never failed to stop them and say so, especially when they saw the waistband of his panties peeking up from his low-cut pants. In the juniors' section giggles and whispers about panty lines and baby-pants stung his ears and brought Terry to the verge of tears.



"You know..." said one girl who couldn't have been more than 9 or 10 and had walked up to Terry, "my big sister has pants like those and says you can only wear thong panties with them."



"Why?" sobbed Terry as he franticly looked around for Aunt Peggy, who had somehow wandered away from him.



"Because..." replied the indignant girl, "I can see the stripes and lace legbands right through the seat, and they're so bunched up and lumpy in the front that you look like a boy!"



On the verge of panic, thinking she had figured out his secret, Terry ran away as she asked him loudly if he was old enough to even know about thong panties. Even though he was barely taller than she was, and his "pudging out" at camp had certainly rounded his frame, Terry was still a boy of 14 and decided then and there to end the "reform school" his mother had invented and that Tina was trying to make permanent. He raced over to the boys section and began picking out suitable clothes, unaware that he'd attracted the attention of the store detectives who watched what appeared to be a tom boy trying to go too far.



He'd grabbed some jeans, an NFL sweatshirt, some boxers and a denim jacket and was heading for the dressing rooms when the detective grabbed him by the shoulder.  "How are you going to pay for that, Miss?" he asked as he looked Terry up and down, figuring it was just another bad girl who was too homely to be a prom queen and settled for gangsta-chick wannabee. "That's what I thought." the detective said when Terry panicked and bolted right into a security guard who came up behind him.



He was on his way to the manager's office when an angry, but familiar voice shouted out. "THERESA!!!!" screamed Aunt Peggy, "You may think you're big for your age, but you're still an eleven year old girl! How dare you leave my side and get into mischief!"



"She's only eleven?" asked the bewildered manager as he lead them into his office. "She certainly dresses and acts like a teen, and an ill-mannered one at that!"



"That's why she's being sent to a girls' school upstate." explained Aunt Peggy as Terry sat whimpering in the chair beside her. "Theresa here is my niece and I was watching her while her mother got things ready for school Monday. I thought a trip to the store would be nice...maybe I should just let them send you to jail."



Terry began sobbing loudly and his voice took on a squeaky, juvenile pitch as he begged her and the manager.



"Why not?" asked the manager, "you're not such a tomboy now are you? You aren't even tough enough for those sleazy clothes you've got on with your underwear sticking out and open to your navel, let alone those thug outfits that I wish the district manager didn't force me to sell..."



"If I buy her a more suitable outfit, will that make up for the trouble she's caused?" asked Aunt Peggy



"I suppose, besides, maybe that new school can make a lady out of her." he replied.



"That's what were all hoping for," replied Aunt Peggy with a grin as she took Terry's hand and stood him up. The manager opened the door and spoke to the security guard, who was about eighteen. Before Terry realized what was happening, the guard leaned forward, reaching out as both he and his aunt awed at the muscular arm straining the short sleeves. He grabbed Terry's hand and gestured toward Aunt Peggy.



"Don't worry about a thing," said the manager as the guard began walking them to the shopping area, holding Terry's hand tightly. "Brandon will see you to the Young Girls' department and make sure everything goes well."

[Anonymous]

Terry cried as he was again paraded through the mall, lead by his aunt who firmly held one hand while his cousin held the other as they went on there way. He was getting even more stares this time and wished he'd put up with the girlie slacks and sweater he'd arrived in. The exposed waist and plunging neckline was bad enough, but now he felt totally naked with every breeze that touched his uncovered arms or legs, which were bare to his bottom. He couldn't believe he was being marched about in such a short, flimsy dress, yet here he was, and the giggling of his other cousin as the met her in the food court made him want to vanish forever.



"Oh mother, he's sooo darling." exclaimed Rachel as she fondled the fabric of his dress and lifted the hem, "I though only baby dresses had matching panties."



"So did I," answered Aunt Peggy, "but I found this divine Easter dress in the clearance section. Such a lovely pastel purple with the pink lacy trim, even on the panties. Theresa squirmed so much as she put them on you'd have thought she was the happiest girl in the whole USA."



"I think she was," added Kathy, "when I found them, our little cousin was holding hands with THE hottest boy in the store."



"I am so jealous," complained Rachel, "I bet Theresa even got a kiss from him too."



"I'm sure she wanted to," interrupted Aunt Peggy, "but she was so excited about getting a new outfit that she went to the wrong department and almost got arrested for shoplifting. The manager was nice enough to send us to the right department with an escort. Theresa even got to show off her new outfit and he walked us out of the store."



"What some girls won't do to meet a cute guy." teased Rachel, "I'll have to remember that trick"



"Let's get some lunch before we head to the beauty parlor."



Terry could only blush and pout as he was lead to a table and sat down. He felt so ridiculous in the satiny dress saw the finger pointing and stares directed at him. He felt like crying all over again but held back from fear of drawing even more attention to himself. Rachel, Kathy and Aunt Peggy had pizza and pop while he had a chicken finger kidie meal with a girls' toddler toy inside. He was also given a small container of milk to drink and when he balked at that, Aunt peg asked if he wanted her to buy him a sippy cup. He grabbed the little milk carton and began drinking the warm contents inside. As soon as they finished, they were off to the beauty parlor, which was situated inside the mall and all the chairs faced a huge row of windows allowing passersby a glimpse inside. Terry was lead in and quickly placed in the most prominent chair.



Aunt Peggy began talking to the hairdresser about perms and Terry could no longer keep from crying. He remembered his "new-do" at camp and all the teasing it had brought. His aunt finally relented and they agreed to straighten the curls that remained in order to try a different style. As he sat in the chair, Kathy sat nearby enjoying the remarks of the other customers about his "pretty dressy dress." Alot of the boys would slow down to peek inside the salon, hoping for a glimpse of something under the hem of the oh-so short dress he wore. Terry remembered all the times he tried to get a "free show" and now had to worry about giving one himself.



About a half-hour later, Rachel returned from a quick trip to a nearby store and sat down near Terry. When he emerged from the hair dryer, she giggled a bit, then opened her bag and took out some nail polish. He was ordered to sit next to her in the waiting area while Kathy's hair was being done. As he did so, Rachel placed his hands on the armrests and splayed his fingers, warning him not to move. He knew beter than to try, but did flinch when she began painting his nails a pale yet very noticable shade of pink.



"Don't you think this will look just darling on you, Theresa?" asked Rachel without expecting an answer. "I'll bet if your hands looked this nice before, that hot guy would still be holding your hands."



"Don't embarass your little cousin, Rachel." Aunt Peggy jokingly added, "she's not old enough for boyfriends yet, even if she does daydream about them and tries to get their attention."



"I guess you're right, Mom." replied Rachel as she finished the second coat of polish on each of Terry's fingers, "even so, it's a good thing there won't be any boys at Eastview for her to chase after."



"No, but I'm sure she'll learn alot more about the proper way to get a guy while she's there. Now let's go get Terry's ears peirced."

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Terry woke up the next morning as he usually did, wishing that the past day had been just a dream. But as he felt the flimsy pink nightie bunched up around his waist and saw the lacy panties beneath, he could only hope things wouldn't get any worse. He looked around the room, which belonged to his cousin Rachel. His other cousin, Kathy walked in as he stood up and tried to smooth the wrinkes from the satiny night gown and cover as much as he could.



"I loved that nightie, too, when I was a litle girl." said Rachel, enjoying watching her cousins face redden, "Mom says we have to hurry and get ready for church---and no more pants and shirts after what happened yesterday."



"Can't I just stay here and clean or something?" pleaded Terry



"I'm afraid not," answered Aunt Peggy as she carried in a bundle of white lace and chiffon. "everyone in our family goes to church every Sunday, even visitors."



"But I don't have any church clothes." answered Terry, hoping that by some miracle his Aunt would relent.



"You do now," answered Aunt Peggy with a smile, "This was Rachel's dress when she was a flower girl and a neighbor's wedding."



"I was only six when I wore it," said Rachel as she walked into the room wrapped in a towel dampened by her recent shower. Terry looked at her and couldn't believe they were the same age, especially since she was now much taller and her old dress fit perfectly as Aunt Peggy slipped it on him. "But look how well it fits him."



"Here," Kathy giggled as she handed him a dainty pair of white silk panties overflowing with embroiderd pink flowers and lace trim.



"I remember those," laughed Aunt Peggy as she held them up to Terry's waist, "You girls called them 'church panties' because they were so fancy and you wore them so rarely."



"I rememeber," added Rachel, "how we had to beg Mom to let us wear them, and she only let us after we proved we were potty trained...our first real big girl panties. Are those your first, Terry?"



His aunts and cousins giggled loudly as he shamefully nodded his head yes and thought of the "baby panties" that were now his only undergarments. He almost gasped as Aunt Peggy removed the dress and made him step into the panties. They felt cool and shimmery and he blushed even more at the thought of them peeking out from the hem of the slip and dress that was placed back on him. His tummy tightened as Aunt Peggy tied the satin waistband behind his waist and fastened the long row of buttons going up the back.

 

He nervously sat in the living room, waiting for them to get ready after fussing and fixing him up. He didn't need them to add blush to his cheeks, but they did anyway. The lip gloss they applied had gliter in it and he feared it would draw even more attention to him---the last thing on earth he wanted. He knew he would be even more on display as Aunt Peggy, Kathy and Rachel came for him. All of them had on pantsuits and he had on a fancy dress so short that you could see all the way up his white tights and the panties they covered.



"Let's go, GIRLS." said Aunt Peggy as she got her purse and keys. Kathy took Terry's hand and lead him out to the car. He shivered as much from fear as from the cool breeze tickling his nearly nude legs as he walked to the car.