Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2008 07:40:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: School Holidays

School holidays! I was 16 and I'd played with the P.S.3 watched the TV,
surfed on line, hell I had even read a book. But with four weeks left
before I could go back to school, I was bored. B.O.R.E.D. Bored. Mum and
dad were both at work, my sister, Julie, was away for a week staying with
her best friend Karen, and I was stuck rattling round the house. Mum had
been `kind' and left me a list of jobs, but there was always time to do
that later.  But I was bored. Seriously bored.

I wandered into the kitchen. There the list sat where mum had left it on
her way out of the door this morning. I suppose I should at least look at
it.  I picked the single sheet of note paper up. She expected me to pop
down the shop for some spuds for tonight; money was next to the note. What
else? Tidy my room. Yea right, like it needed tidying. I knew where
everything was, and sort the laundry. I figured the last job was the
easiest, so if I did that, I could plead some effort made when mum got in
tonight.

The empty laundry basket was next to the tumble drier. I opened the drier's
door and started to shovel the dry clothes into the basket. My socks, my
pants, dads work shirts, his socks, Mums knickers. Julie's bra... It all
made a heaped pile, which needed to be folded. I picked the basket
up. First stop my parent's room to sort their stuff. I tipped the basket
out and started to sort into piles. Mums knickers were the first thing of
the heap. I held them up, why where they so different from dads and mine?
How did she pee? They looked weird. I held them up to the light and looked
at them. I wondered what they would feel like as they were so different. So
neat and clean lined. I hesitated, then gingerly stepped into them.I pulled
them up my jeans, but stopped at the knees. Nope I had got this wrong. I
stepped back out of them, and dropped them on the bed, my jeans were off in
a few seconds, and if I was to do this right... My boxers came off. Now
 it was easier. One leg through the leg hole, then the other. The material
stretched to allow them to slip past my knees and up my legs. I tugged them
into place, and felt them fit snugly. I walked over to the mirror and
looked at the reflection. A panty clad teenager boy looked back at me in
the mirror. Smooth and clean lined. I twirled trying to see my bum. To my
surprise I liked the soft way they felt, liked the way they look, they way
the hugged me and I ran my hands over the material. They felt way better
than my boring boxers.

I lifted my polo shirt up so I could get a clearer view. Hell if you looked
at me from waist down, I looked like Julie. I had good legs!  I slipped the
polo shirt off and then the socks. I stood there in just my mum's
panties. I was a girl. I laughed at what I though was a joke. A girl. I
wondered? Julie and I shared similar looks, what would I look like. Almost
without thinking I rummaged through the clothes pile and found one of
Julie's bras. I slipped my arms through the straps and then reached round
to do the clasps up. Or I tried to. No matter what I did I couldn't get the
darned thing to fasten. I came close, I even got one clasp done up, but
never both. This was annoying, defeated by a piece of Julies undies. You
could almost here the penny drop, as I twigged it. I removed my arms from
the straps, swivelled the bra round and fastened it at the front. Then
swivel it back to the correct position and arms back in, I needed some
titties, but
 a pair of my socks soon sorted that. Now the refection showed me was
dressed in panties and bra. My hair was reasonably long, and I could to a
degree, see Julie looking back out of the glass at me. Ok if I had to admit
it, I looked ok. No not ok, I looked damned good. A sensation that
surprised me and one that made me grow slightly aroused. Made a small bulge
appear at the front of mum's panties. God this was turning me on. I rubbed
the bulge at the front of the panties and I felt a tingle run through me.

I stood in front of that mirror for what felt like a life time, but was
probably but minutes. I liked what I saw, and it made me feel aroused. I
turned back to the pile of washing which was by now sprawled across the
bed. I knew what I needed to complete my `outfit'. I rummaged around until
my hand felt the nylon of some tights. I pulled the item free from the pile
and held it up. Only to find it was one leg, a stocking. Not what I had
been seeking so I rummaged on. A few minutes later I ended up with no
tights but a pair of barely black stockings. How would they stay up? I
examined the items closer and found woven into the lace tops what I could
only describe as an elastic strip.

With shaking hands I lifted one foot and placed the toes carefully into the
open top of one of the stockings. They looked thin and a hole in them would
reveal my activities to my mum or sister. I tottered trying to get the foot
into the stocking, but lost balance and tumbled onto the bed. There had to
be an easier way. So gathering the stocking up I scrunched it down to
create a small tunnel for my leg to enter. This time the foot slid in and I
felt the fabric expand to encase my feet. I eased the stocking gently up my
leg. After all these years I can still recall the first feel of a stocking
encasing my leg, and the effect it had on my cock. I stood and pulled the
stocking taught, letting the elastic grip my thigh. If the feeling for one
stocking had been a turn on, the second time was more so, when I felt
nyloned leg touch nylon leg, my cock sprang to attention. Was this how
girls felt when they dressed? It was such an erotic and sensual form of
dress.


I turned to face the mirror once more and I could not believe what I was
seeing. It was all but Julie looking back out at me. I had long legs and
even I had to admit they looked good encased in dark nylon. The panties had
a bulge at the front, and I could see a small wet stain on the fabric. All
thought of tale tale signs being left on the clean panties went, and a
desire to dress fully filled me.

I knew my mums clothes would be to big, so I turned to Julie's room. Unlike
my room hers was immaculate and everything had its place and was in its
place. I opened her wardrobe. A few hours before I would have wondered why
girls wanted so many clothes. But now, it made my stomach turn with
anticipation of trying them all on over the remainder of the holidays.

I picked a white blouse, noticing the buttons were on the wrong side. But I
slipped it on and with shaky hands fastened each button. Once done up, I
admired my tits and how they filled the blouse. Then a short skirt, pencil
grey. As I stepped into it and fabric brush my stockings, my cock expanded
some more. I fastened the catch, having learnt from the bra, and swivelled
it round.

Fully dressed I walked through to my parent's room and their full length
mirror. The reflection that looked back was Julie. Great legs, and very
attractive. I ran my hands over `my' breasts imagining them to be some one
else's. I felt so turned on, I wanted to sit back onto the bed, and play
with my cock. I wanted to shoot my spunk into the panties, and to then feel
the wet warm material. I sat there cock in my right hand, slowly stroking
it, dressed as my sister. I let my legs rub so I could feel the material.
Just call me Julie, I felt so...well you will know how I felt if you cast
your mind back to that first day when you felt the softness of lingerie and
the awaking of the knowledge that you were special and blessed with the
ability to be both a boy and a sexy attractive girl. There is no moment
like it, when we step back and we see our true feminine side come to life
before our eyes.