She Forced Me Act Like My SISTER!😱👗(Crossdressing Stories)

Hey everyone, welcome to M2F story. Today I am going to share with you head to toe like a girl written by Janet L. Stikney.

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But as I stood there next to her I had the strangest feeling wash over me as if my life was about to take a nasty turn. only. I didn't know why I felt that way.

Mom was sitting next to dad, watching us closely as my sister and I stood waiting for their judgment. Just being there dressed up like that was due to an accident. My cousin was supposed to be there, but she took a header off her bike, suffering a nasty bruise on her head.

Even then, it might have been okay. If only the doctor hadn't shaved so much of her hair off just so he could get the bandage to stick. With a real nasty scrape on her arm and an egg on her head covered with a bright orange bandage, she refused to even consider going on, which is when both of our mothers started to look around for someone to fill her spot.

Everyone, including me, knew that the only person in the family about the right age was me, but gratefully they all ignored me. Then my dad of all people stuck it to me. It was only when he casually mentioned that not only was I the same age, but also about the same size, that they all turned to me.

Horrified, I quickly said I wouldn't do it. But I never really had a chance. Not once mom got it in her head that I would.

And it didn't seem to matter what I said. I pleaded, begged, refusing to even consider it. But I failed to sway her in any way.

Mom was very firm about it and simply refused to consider my wishes and my absolute refusal to go along with it. It took my mom two days, and while I continued my refusals, in the end, I found myself standing in my bedroom dressed from head to toe like a girl, complete with all the underwear, panty hose, dress, breast, a bra, makeup, earrings, and my hair brushed out and made to look like my sisters. Looking in the mirror at myself was like looking at my sister.

And as much as I hated it, I did have to admit, just to myself, of course, that I didn't look like the old me in any way. Not bad. As a matter of fact, the dress was a frilly mass of pink satin and white lace, rustling pett coats made of taffida, a really feminine dress.

Worse, if I can say it, the dress fit me tightly enough that the small breast mom created stuck out like my sisters. Mom was a bit too eager for me to do it to begin with. But after she saw me, when she was done playing doll with me, I mean, well, it got real bad real quick, and I couldn't stop it.

Just look at you. You're simply adorable. Great, I said sarcastically.

Can I change now? Change now? Oh, no.

I don't think so. Not until Mary has a chance to see you anyway. Mom, hush up.

You look just fine, and you know it. Now, come with me so your father can see you. After all, it was his idea.

You know, you could say that the very last thing I wanted in the whole world was for my dad to see me like that. But mom didn't hesitate to take me by the hand and drag me out into the family room so he could do just that. Figuring he would start laughing, I waited for it.

His usual gap, I mean. But he didn't laugh. He frowned.

Well, mom asked. He's I thought that he might. But he looks just delicious and you know it.

Yes. Well, you're right. Of course, but I didn't think that he Alicia is in her room getting dressed.

Mom said, "Let me see if she's ready. " When my sister walked out, it was as if I was looking in a mirror. Alicia just stared at me, her mouth open, and certainly not laughing like she said she would.

"See, you were right," Mom said to Dad. "They do look just like sisters. " "Mom, can I go change now?

I feel stupid wearing a dress. " "No, I'm going to call Mary and have her come over. Then maybe you can change.

" "Maybe? " Dad and I asked at the same time. She should get used to the dress so when we go put her name in tomorrow as Jennifer's replacement, she won't feel quite so awkward.

I looked at Dad for support, but he gave me a sheepish look instead. Like me, he knew that once mom got something in her mind, we didn't have a chance. Mom was going to make sure that I was standing right next to Alicia when the judges made their decision.

And that was all there was to it. It was a silly contest put on by a local radio station. They wanted to see how many kids within a family and weren't twins actually looked like each other and had set up boy and girl categories by age.

That's why Jenny and Alicia were paired together. As cousins, they qualified. But since there were nothing in the rules against a boy dressing as a girl, I was stuck with it when Jenny got hurt.

I know. I read that set of rules myself twice. I tried to get Alicia to go as a boy, but she and mom pointed out that hiding her breast was harder than having me wear a padded a bra.

And besides, Alicia said that wasn't about to do that under any conditions. And mom didn't blink an eye. That's why I found myself in a dress.

She got away with saying no, and I didn't. Aunt Mary came in a bit later, took one look at me, and almost fainted right on the spot. Damn, she looks just like Alicia's twin sister.

Exactly. That means they have an excellent chance to win. Is that what she's going to wear when you sign her up?

I mean, isn't that dress is a little ornate? I was thinking, Mom said, that she could wear just a skirt and blouse, nothing fancy. You'll still have to tell them they're brother and sister, you know.

Yes, I know, but it's not disallowed in the rules. All it says is they cannot be twins, so why not? I was allowed to change, but I knew that the next morning, mom was going to get me all dressed up again, drag me out of the house, and enter me in a stupid contest just to win a few bucks in a crummy t-shirt.

Dad was shocked to see how much I looked as a girl. And I'm pretty sure he regretted mentioning my doing it, but then again, he didn't try and make mom reconsider either, and that left me without any choice in the matter. The next morning, just as she promised, Mom was in my room helping me get ready.

Because the clothes weren't quite as important as the way we looked, both Alicia and I had spent the night in rollers to both shorten her hair just a little and lengthen mine some or make it seem that way. Once I was dressed in that short skirt with a pale yellow blouse, mom spent extra time making our hair and makeup look just alike. My skirt was yellow and white, Alicia's red and white.

We both wore white shoes and ribbons in our hair to match our skirts. When mom said it was time, I was forced to leave the house dressed just like that. At the radio station, mom carefully filled out the form using my real name, of course, then handed it in.

The lady read it over and when she got to my name, one of these girls is a boy. It doesn't say they have to be the same sex in the rules, only that they can't be twins. So, yes, one of them is a my son.

Which one? If you can't tell, maybe I shouldn't say. Besides, it doesn't matter, does it?

No, I guess not, the lady said with a grin. I'll enter their names. They will need to be here at 10 on Friday for the eliminations, then again on Saturday at 2, if they are not eliminated on Friday.

I was embarrassed beyond belief that they knew I was a boy. And what I really wanted to do more than anything right then was split, but Alicia grabbed my hand and squeezed. It was her way of telling me it would be all right, but I wasn't so sure.

The three of us left, but rather than go straight home so I could change. Mom insisted that we stop for lunch, which is when I found out that mom didn't want me to change. She told me that she wanted me to stay dressed up so I could get used to wearing girls clothes.

Only it wasn't the clothes that were so bad. It was the possibility that some of my friends might see me like that, which is why I really wanted to go home and change and did my best to make that happen. Mom simply ignored me, then went on and on about how I would have to learn to be as ladylike as possible, telling me that by remaining dressed as a girl, I would have a better idea on how to do just that.

I tried, but lost that argument. Of course, my sister patted my hand, then told me it would be okay. By the time we got home, I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to be in that stupid contest wearing a dress, and there wasn't one thing I could do about it.

Alicia dragged me into her room the moment we got home, telling me that we had to talk. You know how mom isn't so hot on details? Well, if we don't get eliminated and move up, there's going to be some kind of party after the second elimination round.

It's right in that brochure, and I know you read it. Alicia saw my confusion. So, listen, dummy.

That means that you won't be able to just quit like you thought. You'll have to go to the party, too. So, with all those kids there, how many do you think will be boys our age?

That's when I got it. Me in a dress around boys. Oh, no.

I'm not going to stick around for that. You might not have a choice. Listen, if that happens, what are you going to tell them your name is?

What I mean is Jeff isn't exactly a girl's name, you know. I was thinking that maybe Angela would be a good name to use. It sort of goes with mine in a way.

and Angela. Just for that party, if we don't get eliminated, I mean, this is going to get real bad, Alisia. Especially if any of the guys see me like this.

I'll never live it down. Then why not be as much like a girl as you can? What I mean is, you already know that you don't look like yourself.

So maybe if you just try to be more like a girl, then how would they know? You going to tell them? No way.

Then why not try it? How am I going to learn how to be a girl? When?

We don't have that much time left. We have 3 days, right? Why not?

How about we walk over to the plaza? They have a lot of stores there. Plus the ice cream place.

At least I can show you how to walk like a girl. Anyway, like this? No, silly.

We'll wear something cool. Like some of my really short skirts. Let me get you one, then we'll change and get going.

But you want me to go out again as a girl? Alicia nodded her head yes, which sent shivers down my back. As I watched, she tossed a skirt on the bed, then unzipped her skirt.

I turned around so I wouldn't see her change. Then she went ahead and unzipped my skirt and handed me the other one. She said that our skirts would be real short, telling me that I would have to be careful about how I walked or sat down.

Dad and I called short skirts like that sexy, only now I would be wearing one. And sexy wasn't on my mind in any way. I wondered what Dad was going to say when he saw me.

Since my blouse was pale yellow, she gave me the pleated navy skirt. I wasn't sure I should do what she said, but I was sure she was right about one thing. If I didn't want to be found out, I would need to do what she said and be as much like a girl as I could manage.

I pulled the skirt on and Alicia looked me over, then had me pull it up. that she said I didn't have much hip, so she went into mom's sewing room and got some cotton batting, then told me to shove some on each side of my panties. When I pulled the skirt back down, she was smiling.

I felt like a dork, but that skirt really did more to make me look like a girl than anything else I had worn. Still wearing the panty hose, my legs looked long and actually better than I expected. Ready?

I'll get some money from Dad and we'll stop and get an ice cream. Here, put this on. It was lipstick.

Alicia did her lips while I watched her. Then I did the same. Taking me by the hand, she and I left her room to find dad.

Alicia told him where we were going, then got some money. He stared at us for a moment, started to say something, then didn't. Going outside, not in the car, was worse than before, but Alicia waited for me as I struggled with the idea of it.

"Go ahead," Dad said. "You might as well get used to it. I guess it looks like you don't have a choice, do you?

" Alicia and I walked to the corner, then across the street, and finally, three blocks later, we were at the plaza. My sister went on talking to me as if we were actually sisters, taking me into the lingerie store, where we just looked around a bit before we left. Our next stop was a small costume jewelry store.

Then, we stopped for ice cream. No one had looked at me as if they knew I was a boy, but that didn't make what I was doing any less scary or make me feel any better about it. After that, she and I went into the mart, just walking around for a while until I nudged her to let her know I wanted to leave, which we did.

On the way home, you were just great. Not one person knew. Yeah, it was great.

Quit being like that, Angela. You're kind of cute as a girl, so why not use it? On who?

Not the boys that'll be at that party. No, on Dad, of course. He'll kill me.

Not if you're all fixed up. Want to try it when we get home? Whatever, I said glumbly.

I should have known better. At 15 years old, Alicia was discovering her own sexuality and had lots of clothes in all kinds of styles, and that meant that she could turn me into almost any kind of girl she wanted me to be. So, the minute we got home, we once again went into her bedroom.

I shinnied out of the skirt and blouse, turning to see her grinning, holding out what I later found out was a corsellet. I let her get me into it, but as she laced it up and my waist began to get smaller, I could see in the mirror that the little bit of excess on my chest began to rise up. Mom doesn't know I have these.

Let's try them on you. After shoving her small breast forms into the cups, it looked like I had breast, just like she did, not just lumpy rolled up socks. Then came a short black mini dress that had a scooped neckline.

The result being that I was bearing a modest amount of cleavage. Alicia got dressed in almost the same thing. Then she touched up my makeup using a brighter blue eyeshadow, darker eyeliner, mascara, and blusher.

I wiped off the lipstick, then used the red she gave me. When she was done with herself, she and I put on some heels, mine black, hers white. She looked at me and smiled, spun me around so I could see myself, then handed me the perfume.

Go ahead. Use just a little though. When I did it.

Now, let's go out there and wow dad. And remember, be a girlish as you can. B.

Campy. I'll try, but dad isn't going to like this. We walked out together, but it was mom, not dad, that saw us.

Her mouth dropped open a little. Then Alicia and I sort of strutdded right past her, going in the kitchen, the unmistakable scent of two different perfumes trailing after us. getting a soda.

She and I turned around just as mom walked in the room. Mom, this is Angela. We decided to try a few things.

I see that. Angela, is that what you're calling yourself now? You look She's hot, Mom.

Real hot. I see that. Does this mean that you're not going to fight us about being in the contest?

I guess, I said. But what about the party afterwards? You seem to have forgotten to mention that, Mom.

Party. What party? The one, Alicia said, for those that make it past the second elimination round.

The one on page three of the brochure. The one that requires suits and ties for the boys and party dresses for the girls. I must have missed that.

Yeah, I said. And now, if we make it that far, I'll have to be there all dled up and stuck in a room full of guys. But you're so lovely, Angela, that I can't see why you're worried about it.

It's not like you think mom. I know that I look okay. It's just that what she's worried about is what if some of the guys there also think she's hot.

Yeah, then you'll just have to tell them you're not interested. They'll go away if you say that, but be polite. Mom was living in a dream world, but I didn't have a chance to mention it because dad walked in and saw us standing there.

He surveyed what had become of me, including my modest cleavage, before he said a word. He was a bit shocked, I guess. Then Alicia told him I was using the name Angela.

That made him frown, and he turned and walked out, muttering to himself. Alicia and I went outside to drink our sodas, only going back in when it started to get dark. I never did get to practice on Dad, but Alicia kept telling me that I was doing fine, that I was pretty, and I slowly started to believe her a little.

The next morning, since mom found out that we would need party dresses if we weren't eliminated, and after both Alicia and I refused to wear those funky frilly things she had bought, we all went shopping. Like my sister, I was wearing a skirt. But unknown to mom, I was also wearing that corset and Alicia's enhancers.

It gave me better, more natural looking breast and a smaller waist if nothing else. Mom wanted one type of dress, but Alicia said they looked to old lady and went directly to the ones she liked. Since I didn't have a clue, I went along with what my sister said, and mom caved in once she found out that the only way we would wear the stuff she picked out was if we were dead.

That was according to both my sister and me. That's it for today. Hope you have enjoyed it.

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