Pretty Like My Sisters

"Well, I never said it, in fact, I pretended I hated it, but I loved dressing up as a girl. It was so nice. I just felt so..." I struggled for the right word. "pretty," I finally decided. I felt pretty, and I liked it." I breathed in. Now that I had begun, it was getting easier to tell the story. "But, after I got older, and you guys stopped playing dress up with me, I realized I had to let it go. But I never forgot. I always wanted to play dress up. I would sometime try to drop hints, but, no luck."

"I'm sorry, Everett." Said Sarah. I looked into her eyes, and it looked like she was going to cry. I felt like I might cry to. "Go on," she said, encouragingly.

"Well, recently, I've been thinking more and more about those games. And, about a week ago, when Andrea bought that new dress, the green one, for the prom, I was overwhelmed. I decided I would wait, until everyone was supposed to be gone, and I would try dressing myself. And, the first opportunity I had was today." By now, I was crying. And so was Sarah. We hugged each other, and there was a feeling of sisterhood in that hug. A sacred bond, that only girls share. The bond was not based on blood relations, but on having shared our darkest secrets. After a few minutes of silence, Sarah spoke.

"Well, Everett, shall we get you cleaned up?"

"Yes please," was all I could say. I went for my boy clothes, laying on the floor. But Sarah stopped me.

"You do want to dress, right?" I nodded, and I smiled. I thought I knew where she was going. "Well," began Sarah,"I don't see why I can't help you dress, sometimes. But, you have to do it when I'm around, at least for now. Ok?"

"Ok," I agreed. This was going so much better than I could have imagined.

"Alright," said Sarah. "I will go draw you a bath, while you get yourself undressed. She went down the hall to the bathroom, and I stood in her room, still in my bra and panties, unsure what was going to happen.