Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 15:55:27 +1000
From: andrew crook <accrook@bigpond.com>
Subject: How I became a little girl: Chp 2. TG / young friends

How I Became Girlie. Pt 2.
By Ms. Stephanie Smith.

Is this a piece of fiction I hear you ask?

NO, it isn't fiction and to the best of my memory, this is more or less
what actually did occur back then. Nowadays I'm a very well adjusted
post-op transsexual who is shortly going to hit the big 40. This story and
a few other chapters are being written, not only for my enjoyment but to
also explain how my 2nd life actually began.

WARNING TO UNDER AGED READERS. Under aged people should not read this
story? So if you ARE underage, please stop reading this NOW and go outside
and play in the yard.


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I'd like to tell you about how my big sister Wendy and I eventually got
caught playing dress up games by her mum who was also my babysitter
a.k.a. Aunty Ann.

I'd just turned 12 and it was also close to the end of school year and my
mother had let me stay at home sick for the day. As was always the case,
she told me to go around to Aunty Ann's house and she'd pick me up on the
way home that evening. So I walked around the street corner to aunt Ann's
house and surprise, surprise, Wendy's school was having a swimming carnival
and she'd decided not to go so it was her who answered the door when I
knocked.

"Hello Steph" she said quietly as I hugged her and she gave me a kiss.

"Hi Sis" I coyly replied as I returned her kiss and went limp in her arms.

Wendy always called me Steph or Stephanie nowadays whenever we spoke in
private and I always called her Sis in return. This all eventuated after
one day several years ago when both of us, somewhat younger and incredibly
more naive ended up having me dress up in one of Wendy's old dresses and
play at being sisters.

We'd played "dress up" a number of times since then and I always looked
forward to when we had a chance to do it, as I had such a wonderful time
wearing girls clothes and acting like a younger sister to Wendy.

Wendy had grown up considerably and was now 17 and turning into a
voluptuous young woman, standing about 5 feet 7 inches, with quite large
breasts (38D if memory serves), a very pronounced bottom, slightly full
figured, (today's men would call her figure "curvaceous") dark brown hair
with curls through them a small pert nose and a fully shaped lips. She
always seemed to be breaking up with some boy or another and was in her
last year at high school getting ready to leave and go out into the
workforce.

As for me, I measured 5foot 3inches tall, with a skinny frame, except for
my bottom, which protruded out at the back and my arms and legs were long
and thin. My hair was almost shoulders length long and mousy blonde in
colour, while my lips were a little to thin for my liking. But my most
important feature Wendy kept telling me was my pretty blue eyes. She often
said that they looked like 2 limpid pools of water and that anyone would
want to die just to have me looking back at them.

"I'm glad you're here today Steph, because I'm busting to tell someone
about last weekend when I went to Peter's party," Wendy whispered to me as
we walked down the hallway to the kitchen to get a drink. We conspired in
whispers as we walked into the kitchen and I greeted my babysitter with my
usual words of hello.

We made some tea and retired back into the TV room and proceeded to watch
some early morning rubbish TV, when I eventually heard Aunty Ann announce
she was going to the shops and asked if we want to come along. Wendy begged
off saying that she might run into someone from school and she was supposed
to be at the pool carnival, while I said that I wasn't feeling well enough
to do the walk (Well I hadn't gone to school because I'd told my mum I
didn't feel quite right, so THAT was MY excuse).

We waited several minutes after aunty Ann went out the front door, before
Wendy asked me did I want to play dress ups with her, so I simply nodded my
head vigorously and got up and led her back to her bedroom.

Wendy started to unbutton her blouse in-front of me while I started to
remove my t-shirt, before moving to my shoes and socks and finally my
shorts. For reasons which I could never understand, Wendy was never
bothered about getting undressed in-front of me and I was never embarrassed
about being naked in front of her. She once tried to explain to me that she
didn't think of me as a boy, but more as a sister, and that she always
changed for PE in a dressing room full of other school girls, so why should
she feel embarrassed about changing in-front of her adopted
sister. Admittedly she very rarely showed off her entire body to me anyway,
often maintaining her virtue by keeping her bra and panties on. I never
worried about Wendy seeing my naked, although I use to freak out if my
mother caught me in the shower or getting changed. Go figure that one out?

As Wendy undid her jeans and bent over to take them off, I noticed the tell
tale bulge of a sanitary napkin under her panties. Oddly enough I always
had some 6th sense which always seems to alert me when Wendy was having her
period and she'd grown so use to the pair of us dressing me in her clothes
that she wasn't embarrassed to explain to me all about periods and why they
happened after I'd once asked her about the bulge in her underwear one
time.

"I see that mother natures paying you another visit" I flippantly remarked
to her.

"Yep, right on time, thank goodness" she answered back. "They just started
yesterday and I'm so relieved, because I was afraid I might have been
pregnant." I did a double take on hearing that, and my questioning face
must have been apparent to Wendy when she turned around holding a coat
hanger. "I think we'll try this skirt and top on you today Steph," and
started to tell me what happened at Pete's place the other day."

She handed me one of her old training bras and a pair of her satin panties
to put on and when I had finished doing that she gushed out that she had
well and truly lost her "cherry" to Pete last Saturday.

"We did the dirty deed 3 times, but when we'd finally finished and he was
pulling out of me the last time, he realized that the rubber he'd used had
broken and when he told me I was scared stiff, that he might have gotten me
knocked up," Wendy said in a rush of words. "So now I'm officially no
longer a virgin Steph, I'm having my period so it's not baby time for me
and let me tell you, that sex is GREAT and I wish I'd found out about it a
lot earlier than this," she told me as I started to put on the blouse she
handed me.

"Wow sis, what was it like? So you finally lost it huh? Did it hurt much?
Were you sore afterwards?" I excitedly blurted back at her.

Wend had one time about a year ago tried to show me her cherry during one
of our earlier "biology lessons". By lying on the floor with her sitting
naked propped up against the lounge and her legs spread open, she had used
a mirror to find and then show me where her "virgin shield" was. She'd just
finished minutely inspecting my penis, (as she had a number of times since
this had all started a couple of years ago), when she started telling me
about her maiden head membrane tissue and that now she could find it easily
and did I want to see what it looked like. I'd said sure and had ended up
with my face mere inches from her vagina gazing at the folds of moist flesh
inside of her.

"Gosh, boys don't look anything like that down there, do they," I said
stating the apparently obvious as I pulled back and sat down beside
her. "We just seem to have a penis and balls. And you're telling me that
boys put their dicks into that hole. Seems kind of weird to me, but it sure
explains why my penis looks like it does and why girls vaginas look like
yours and that's why you have to sit down to go to the toilet." Wendy
started to stand up and told me that, one day, I'd probably thank her for
all these biology lessons, as she reached for her knickers and put them on.

Although I'd listened very attentively as my big sister explained how she
lost her cherry and what it felt like, I have to admit that, back then, I
was some what confused and mystified as to the whole thing, (ah! the
innocence of being pre pubescent) and besides, I was more concerned with
how her skirt and blouse looked on me as I primped myself in-front of the
mirror. It use to amaze me back then as to why someone would keep clothes
they had long grown out of, but it sure made it handy having the chance to
grow into an older sisters clothes as you grew up. The only problem was
that sometimes they were out of style and date.

"Oh Wend, this skirt simply looks awful on me and I don't like it," I
petulantly cried out while I tried somehow to primp and preen my reflection
and look pretty in it, but was failing entirely. Wendy came over and looked
at my mirrored reflection and said that she might know just how to fix it
and told me to take off the skirt because she told me I need to wear
something else to go with it. As I slipped the skirt off, Wendy bent down
and rubbed up and down one of my legs, mumbling to herself, before telling
me to take my panties off and stand up straight for a moment.

"Now turn around, raise your arms in the air and let me put this on you"
Wendy said to me. And with that I felt her fasten a catch behind me and saw
a thin piece of white lace material with 2 straps hanging down at the front
and felt something similar at the back of my legs. "Ok now sit back down on
the bed and try not to move your legs for a moment. I'm letting you try on
one of my suspender belts and see how you look in stockings" Wendy told me,
as she placed a rolled up piece of material on the end of my left foot and
then slowly worked it up my leg "Now stand up for a moment Steph and let me
fasten it to your garter catch." She then knelt down and reached behind me
and fastened the back of the stocking to the other catch, before repeating
al this with my other leg.

"Take care and don't snag the material" she advised me, before handing me
back my panties and telling me to put them back on again. She then took the
skirt and helped me back into it before she hiked it up quite high. "It's a
good thing the stockings are a medium size, so wearing the skirt high up
won't show your suspenders" Wendy said. I hadn't worn stockings before, but
I knew that Wendy, her mum and my mum use to wear pantyhose or tights most
of the time. All I knew is that the suspender belt tended to make me think
that the stockings were dragging them down and when I mentioned this to
Wendy, she simply said relax, they won't fall down, mind you most girls
tend to attach garters to a girdle or the like.

"Do you wear girdles?" I asked Wendy. To which she told me that she tended
to wear control briefs, because I have a bit of a bum to hold back, but
that her mum had a number of corsets and often wore one out to go shopping.

"Corsets are a pain in the neck to wear" advised Wend "and they make you
feel awfully constricted too" she told me.

"Will I have to wear a corset Wend" I asked her, to which she laughed and
told me that as long as I had a skinny body, I'd never need to wear one,
which made me feel a lot better.

"Now all we need to do is let your top stay loose and not tuck it in and
VOILA" she said, as she led me back over to look in the mirror. Gosh, did
it all make a complete difference. The skirt was now much higher up on my
waist than when I'd put it on initially, and with the emerald green satiny
blouse hanging out instead of tucked in, had made the world of difference
to my appearance. I also noticed that the stockings made my legs look
different too.

"Now, let's put a little bit of make up on you and see how it all turns
out" Wendy advised me. "I've got some new liquid base make up I'm thinking
of using so I might just experiment on you first". I was actually quite use
to Wendy using me as a guinea pig now and then and had been her test model
to try out new make up tips a fair number of times. One time she even had
taken me round to a friends place and allowed several of her girl friends
to use me to try out new types of looks. I had to look like I hated it, and
that I was a very reluctant model when they giggled hysterically after
showing me the end results. In actual fact I use to love it. Especially the
time they made my face up to look like I was oriental.

Now if you're a guy and you've ever watched TV, you'll know that most make
up is done in-front of a mirror. But Wend use to always turn me away or
make me sit over on the other side of the room, so I couldn't see what
changes she was making to my face, until she was finished. And today was no
different. First she styled my hair, although she used a fair bit of hair
spray on me this time, and then proceeded to tell me about the oil based
foundation she was trying out on me, explaining that it might make me look
a bit more grown up, which she promised me, I'd absolutely adore when I saw
the end result. All I could tell for certain was that the make up she was
using this time felt very different to the little bit of make up she
usually used on me.

"I'm just going to put some eye shadow on you and give you two tone lips
and you're done" she told me after about 30 minutes in the chair. As she
closed the make up box and place it back on the bed, she said I looked
really hot, but I needed a pair of shoes to complete the outfit, and she
reached into her wardrobe and swiftly brought out a pair of shoes before I
could see them.

"Now Steph, these shoes are a little bit different to the type that I
usually give you to wear, because they have a bit of heel, so I want you to
take care and not to take any steps, when I tell you to stand up." And she
bent down to slip them onto my feet (and they did feel a bit too comfy for
me I thought) and proceeded to buckle the strap up on each shoe. "OK now
carefully stand up and hold onto me" Wendy advised me.

I stood up and felt a bit unstable, but that was because of the heels which
were about 3 inches high, so Wendy told me. "OK now let's slowly move over
to the mirror and check you out" Wendy said as she carefully guided me
over. "Little steps Steph and try to make sure you step gently onto the
back of the shoe and slowly move your weight to the front of the shoe."

"WELL girl . . . What do you think, do you like how you look or not?" asked
Wendy.

I was looking into the mirror, but the face looking back at me was one I
didn't even recognize. I was far to stunned to speak and simply stood there
and stared at the reflection for about 30 seconds. "Gosh" I finally
remarked. "I look like I'm about 15 and look like I'm sexy too. Wend, I
usually look a lot younger when you put make up on me. I luuvvv it I said
and turned around to hug her. Thanks Sis."

I couldn't believe that a plain white skirt and an emerald green blouse
could look so stunning and said so to Wendy. She told me that the skirt
itself was pretty plain, but that it was hitched up quite high and actually
looked like a mini skirt, and with my long filly like legs, the stocking
and high heels to go with the make up, THAT"S what made it look so good.

"Take a picture, get the camera, quick." I squealed out excitedly. But
Wendy was showing her age and experience and told me to relax, and take a
few deep breathes because I needed to learn how to walk in her heels first
before I broke an ankle, and led me out into the hall way and instructed me
to walk to the end of the hall and back a few times to get use to the feel
of the shoes.

"Now try to carefully move your feet so you actually place your feet
slightly to the inside when you walk Stephanie" Wendy called out to me. I
tried doing this and after about 5 minutes got the hang of moving my feet
so they landed in such a way that I could feel the stockings on one leg
gently rasp against my other leg. Wendy was taking a few photos of me as I
walked back and forth up the hallway, before she told me we might like to
go out to the back yard to try me out for real. "Stephanie, I have to tell
you that with those heels and the way you walk you're bottom's jutting out
a bit and swaying like a freight train.  That's the sexist walk I've ever
seen and I've never seen a woman who could do it as well as you."

Just then Aunty Ann opened the back door and walked out to find her
daughter and some other girl she never seen before. She called out to Wendy
and asked her where I'd gone. I completely panicked and my dear sister
didn't help when she said quietly to me "OH CRUMBS, we're in for it now
Steph," and she walked towards her mother with me trying to catch up.

"Mum, don't freak out, but Steven and I were simply playing dress up" she
said as I caught up and stood beside her. Needless to say Aunty Ann didn't
think much of the game and told us to both get in the house straight away
and go sit in the TV room and wait for her.

As Aunty Ann entered the room, I could tell from the look on her face that
all was certainly not well as she demanded that Wendy tell her just what
the blanking hell was going on, and why I was dress up as a girl.  Wendy
started to explain to her mother, that her and I played dress up several
years ago for fun and that whenever I came around and everyone else was
out, we'd end up playing dress up again all the time and that I actually
agreed to playing dress up and seemed to have a lot of fun. Wendy didn't
tell her mother about any of the biology lessons we'd had and I was
certainly not going to because I had never seen my aunty so mad in all my
life. But what shocked me and distressed her mother so much was that Wendy
started to cry and tell her mother about how hard it was to be that only
girl in an all boy family and that she missed the opportunity that fate had
given her when her younger sister had died within a few weeks of being born
and that it simply wasn't fair that the first child they take on as
babysitters was a boy too. With the mention of a dead sister (which was
news to me too) even Aunty Ann broke into tears and I saw her wilt inside
of herself.

After about 30 minutes of explaining, her mother was now tending to calm
down, but told Wendy and I in a voice filled with concern but considerable
understanding that she'd have to apologize to my mother this evening and
that I'd probably never be able to come round ever again, and raised her
voice to Wendy and told her that my mother may even want to take this
matter to the police. "I'll ring your mother now" Aunty Ann told me and
tell her a situation has arisen concerning me and that she needs to talk to
her tonight about it.  Aunty then rang her husband at work and told him to
pick up the boys at the train station as they home from work and take them
out to the pictures this evening, and that she'd explain it all to him
later on tonight.

When she returned from the phone, she sat back down and looked at me
visibly shaken. "And what do I do about you young man. You're dressed up as
a girl, with make up on you, wearing high heels, parading round in
public. Hmmm. WHAT are we going to do about you!" I was frozen in fear to
the lounge chair as she spoke to me. "Well the first thing we're going to
do is to teach you how to sit properly in a short skirt without showing
your panties. SIT up straight and cross your legs at your feet so at least
you won't be showing off everything to everybody." to which I quickly
complied. "That's a LITTLE bit better, but how am I going to face your poor
mother tonight and tell her what's been going on, she agonizingly asked
me". . . . . . . .  I simply wished that at that moment the earth would
swallow me up and that would be the end of everything.