Sister Sister Sister

When you knew your mother was truly out of earshot you say to Fiona. "Wow, she must really have you by the balls."

She scoffs. "Look who's talking." She looks you up and down. "Did she shave...everything?"

You nod. "Yeah. It makes her happy. And...I don't mind so much."

"You don't mind so much?" You know she wants to say something mean, but to her credit she just says. "Huh." Her lips are pursed as she tries so hard not to say anything insulting right now. "You know what...let me make you guys lunch. Please...just go over there or something."

"Uh...yeah. Thanks Fiona." You go and sit at the kitchen table to watch your sister make lunch for you and your mother.

Just then you hear the front door open and close. You were nervous, who the hell is that this time of day just letting themselves into the house. Who was about to see you dressed like this. To your relief, sort of, you hear the voice of your younger sister call out. "Hey! Guess who got let out early today!" You hear her headed down the hallway. She enters the kitchen. "There was a water leak and..."

She stops dead in her tracks as she sees you. Her and Fiona share a long look, confusion across Elsie's face. Fiona doesn't say a word. Your little sister puts down her backpack and slowly walks over to sit at the table with you. She is staring, mesmerized by the transformation you had undergone.

You blush. "Um...Mom wanted me...to do this." You explain.

Elsie just nods. "Sure. She talked about it, I just never..." She trails off. "Do you like this Jesse?" She asks, she seemed genuinely interested.

You give Fiona a sideways glance. You couldn't talk about this here. "Let's talk in the living room."

Fiona quips. "Yes, please do. I'll make you some lunch too Elsie since I seem to be the fucking maid all of a sudden."

"Are you complaining?" You ask.

Fiona grips the counter. "No my lovely Jesse, I love doing this for you." Sarcasm drips from her words.

Elsie looks at you, stunned by her sisters **** politeness. "Wow...uh...sure. Let's talk, in the living room."

The pair of you make your way to the living room and sit on the couch. Good ol Elsie, your one true confidant. You could talk to her about anything. And you really needed to talk about this with someone right now. The emotions you were feeling were unexpected to say the least.

You look at her. She gazes back at you, taking in every detail. "How do I look?" You ask.

"Uh...actually...honestly...pretty good. Why are you doing this though? Did Mom **** you?" She was obviously concerned for you.

You shake your head. "No, she just asked." You blush again and make a confession. "This is going to sound crazy. But... It...it actually feels kind of nice. The light loose dress is so freeing. The cotton panties feel so soft and comfortable." You look into your little sister's eyes. There wasn't an ounce of teasing or judgment in her fascinated expression. "I...I actually feel beautiful. I feel kind of...sexy. Isn't that crazy?"

Elsie just whispers. "Wow."

You look away, suddenly embarrassed and unsure of yourself. "I mean...no...I mean...I shouldn't have said that...I..."

She rests her slender hand on your smooth hairless knee. "You do look beautiful Jesse, so beautiful. It's okay, don't feel ashamed."

You look back to her. She has a kind gentle smile. You let out a nervous laugh. "He he...I can't believe I'm saying this stuff. This is kind of crazy."

She looks you over once more, this time with different eyes. She straightens the ruffled shoulders of your dress. "Mom has good taste. This really goes with your complexion. Nice light touch on the makeup too, not too gaudy. Did Mom do that for you too?"

You nod. "Yeah, she did everything."

Elsie straightens your hair and adjusts one of the hair clips. "I could teach you if you want. The makeup and stuff. It's not so hard." She smiles brightly as she gets an idea. "Want to do a sleep over in my room tonight? We could do...girl stuff."

You take her hand in yours. "For real? But, I think I just have to be like this till this evening. For Mom."

"Well..." She leans toward you, locking your gaze with hers. "...if you want to be like this for longer, you can. You can be whatever you want in our house. No one will see you."

Wow...Elsie was really pretty. You hadn't really noticed before. Just for a moment you are lost in her gaze.

You suddenly snap out of the haze you were in. "What am I saying? Ha ha ha. I...I shouldn't... The clothes are comfortable, that's all. I don't think I really like it. Fuck...dressing like a girl... ha!" You struggling coming to grips with it. You hadn't expected to feel this good.

Elsie gives you a patient little smile. "Okay Jesse, but the invitation is there if you want it. And you really do look beautiful." She giggles. "Heck, I'm almost jealous!"

You were about to say something about how Elsie never needs to be jealous of anyone when it comes to looks when Fiona marches in. She has a plate in each hand. She carefully sets your sandwich, pickle and veggies on the coffee table. "There you are masters." She says acerbically. "Two sandwiches for my two girly little sisters."

She notices the two of you sitting close. She looks at Elsie. "You're not encouraging this are you? This little fuc...ahem...this pretty sister of ours."

"I think she's wonderful." Elsie states proudly. "I always wanted a nice sister."

"You two..." She looks at you remembering she can't be mean to you today. She is at a loss. "Gah!" She finally exclaims in frustration and she storms back out of the room.

You and El share a laugh at your sister's expense.