Yes, but under protest

You sighed, knowing you had no other choice if you wanted your mother to not learn about everything. "O.K. I'll do it. But only under protest."

"That's alright with me." Alison said. Her smile seamed to have gotten bigger. "I can't wait to see how my little brother looks like as a girl." She waited for a moment for you to get started with putting on the bra and panties, but you didn't even bother taking your normal clothes off. "What are you waiting for? Put them on."

"I'll do it, I'll do it." You replied. "But only if you don't look."

Your sister turned around. "I didn't know my bother was such a shy girl."

"Very funny." You said upset. For a few seconds you stood there not doing anything. Then you sighed again and put the bra, panties and skirt on your sister's bed. You take all of your clothes off, always checking if your sister really wasn't looking, and put the panties on, followed by the skirt. After that you put on the pink bra. Because of your training with Cathy you knew how to put it on. So you had no real trouble with it. "I'm done."

Your sister turned around and saw you standing in her room like you did the evening before. "Looking good." She said, but noticed something. "But your 'breasts' are missing."

Again you sighed. You turned to the bed and picked up the inserts. Before her eyes you put them in the bra's cups. "Better?"

Your sister stepped to you and adjusted the fit of them. "Better." She said after she created the look of small, jet full breasts on your chest. "And now these." Alison held up a black top and a pair of black sneakers.

You took the top and put it on. It was a black tank top with spaghetti straps, showing your bare shoulders and the pink straps of your bra. It fits you, despite it was made to fit a woman. It perfectly covered the bra's cups, which created two small mounds on the top, like you really had grown breasts.

"Aren't you having something less feminine?" You asked your sister not liking to wear the top, which was for you pretty feminine.

"Oh, you want to wear something showing more skin?" Alison replied with the tang of irony you knew. "How about a tight crop top? Or perhaps a tube top or one with a big cleavage?"

You sighed giving up on it. "Then I'll stick with it."

"Even if I wanted, and I don't want, I can't give you a less feminine top as I don't have one in your size." Alison explained and you knew it was the truth. Your sister always wore pretty feminine tops since she was old enough.

You put on the black sneakers, the least feminine things she made you wear, as you thought. But as soon as you stood up, you noticed you weren't standing like always. Somehow it felt like your feet didn't touched the ground flat, but a little tiptoeing. You looked down to the shoes.

"That is the small heel the sneakers have." Alison said with a smile. "Just a small one, just one inch."

"Don't you have some flats for me?" You asked.

"How about some sexy 4 inch heels?" She countered.

You gave up on changing her mind, you knew that it wouldn't do you anything good to continue. And you didn't wanted her to make you dress in something even more feminine than what you were wearing now.