PART 1

CHAPTER I

 

Carroll was at peace with the world. He whistled with contentment as he strolled toward his office building. He had celebrated his twenty sixth birthday last night. His beloved sister had sent a large package containing all the delicate undies and accessories that had become his consuming passion. He swung his briefcase with joy and smiled at the passers-by. He was employed by one of the state's most prestigious law firms. Carroll considered himself most fortunate in acquiring a position with such a renowned firm, but his father had been instrumental in his being taken into the firm as a junior partner. Although he had only been preparing legal briefs since joining the firm, he was excited at the prospect of today. He was to accompany a. senior member to court and assist in the case.

Entering his office he summoned his secretary, Miss Browning. She was middle aged, a highly efficient secretary, but rather colourless. Tendering the brief he had prepared, he asked her to have it typed.

"Yes Mr. Johnston," she sniffed and exited his office. Carroll paced restlessly around his office. Reaching the door he opened it and surveyed the stenographers busily typing. His eyes drifted to a tall brunette stenographer. She was busily typing and so engrossed in her work that her skirt had risen exposing the lace of her slip. Carroll fingered his tie as he observed she was wearing a pleated blouse with a jabot front. She had slipped her shoes off and he saw the deep red polish on her toenails. He smiled briefly as the shade was the same colour he was wearing.

Returning to his office, he sat down in his chair and picked up the birthday card his sister had sent with his present. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Last night had been wonderful. The complete set of undies, the new shoes and the lovely ivory embroidered tunic dress she had sent had brought tears to his eyes. He had arrayed himself in the new raiment and spent a leisurely evening watching television. All through his college years she had remembered his birthdays with present of lingerie and female outer wear. He sighed with pleasure remembering how it had all started.

CHAPTER II

 

His sister was having her sixteenth birthday party. It was early in the morning and their mother and father were decorating the lawn and setting up the tent. His father was the state district judge and a stern and demanding man. His mother was a dainty woman, but with a will of iron and was not dominated by her husband. Carroll could hear her murmuring instructions to his father as to the placing of the bunting and balloons. His father grumbled but did as directed. Carroll saw his sister emerge from the house and clap her hands with delight at the decorations. She turned and waved to Carroll as he hollered, "Happy Birthday, Beth!" She was four years older than he and was beginning to blossom into a very attractive young lady. He was very fond of her, although he loved to tease her, much to his mother's distress and his father's stern rebukes.

He was surprised at the way she was dressed. She had been more tomboyish than girlish. Invariably at play they would end up in a shoving or wrestling match and Beth always ended on top, pinning his arms to the ground and demanding he holler 'uncle.' Now she wore a white pleated cocktail dress with matching high heeled shoes and she was wearing nylons. He observed the outline of a bra through the thin bodice of her dress. Carroll joined his family on the lawn and helped hang the decorations. He could not keep his eyes off Beth. As she whirled merrily about the lawn, Carroll caught tantalising glimpses of the lacy hem of her slip. She was fashionably coiffed and dainty gold studs adorned her ears. Where had his buddy gone? Could this delicate creature be his best friend? He recalled that in the previous week Elizabeth and his mother had made a number of trips to town and always returned with gaily-coloured boxes and packages. He recalled hearing his parents talking about her birthday party would also be her coming out party. He did not quite understand what the latter meant, but he looked forward to the party.

Carroll sidled up to Beth and gave her a playful shove. She sprawled on the ground. It could have been her unaccustomed wearing of high heels or the uneven ground. At any rate, her skirt flew above her waist as she fell to the ground. Delicate shirred garter straps and lacy edged panties were exposed to his horrified eyes, he stood transfixed.

"Carroll!" his father roared as he advanced menacingly. "Go to your room at once!" His mother was helping Beth to her feet. "Oh dear, you will have to change your dress. There are grass stains on the skirt."

Carroll felt the strong hand of his father grasp him by the arm. He was just being friendly. "I tripped when he shoved me," he heard his sister plead as he was dragged toward the front door.

Carroll could hear the laughter and the sound of music from his room. He could not see the gaiety of the scene as his room was in the back of the house. Morosely he wandered about his room. A gentle knock on the door broke his melancholy thoughts.

"Carroll, open the door, its me, Beth." He sprang across the room and unlocked the door.

"Beth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to knock you down."

"I know that little brother, but I didn't sneak up here for an apology. Do you want to come to my party?" Carroll nodded his head in assent. "Well, will you do everything I tell you to do and not ask any questions?" Again, he nodded his agreement. "Well then come on to my room, we only have a couple of minutes and then I'll be missed. Now remember you promised to do everything I want you to do."

They hurried down the hall and entered her room. It was a delightfully feminine looking room. Carroll had been in her room frequently, but now it had been redecorated. Pale pastel colours, delicate curtains and a canopied bed gave the room its feminine look. "Take off your clothes." Beth ordered. Carroll was dumb-founded.

"Why?" he queried.

"Just do as I say and hurry." Beth unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. "Take off your shoes and socks too." He did as she bid. In a few seconds he stood in his jockey shorts. "Those too," Beth demanded as she grasped the waist and pulled them down. Carroll turned red and covered his pubic area with his hands. "Oh little brother, don't you think I know what is hanging between your legs?" she gaily asked. Beth handed Carroll a piece of white lacy fluff. "Put these on."

"But these are girls' panties."

"I know, now hurry." Carroll blushed furiously as he slid the panties up his legs and pulled them into place. He liked the silky feel of the panties, although he would not admit it to Beth. The panties had dainty ruffles around the lacy leg openings.

"My, something is happening down below," Beth giggled.

Carroll had felt the stirring in his tiny member and did not comprehend what was happening. "Little brother, you are getting a hard on." Beth giggled again.

"How do I stop it?" Carroll asked pleadingly.

"You don't." Beth replied. "You'll learn it's part of growing up. Mother explained it to me. Father will explain it to you. Now slip this on."

Carroll slipped the lacy vest over his head and Beth tucked it into the waist of his panties. He was too confused to resist his sister's actions. A multi-tiered petticoat was floated over his head and settled into place. "My, you're getting to look more and more like a girl. I always thought you would look pretty in where I want you. Sit on the bed while I put on these stockings and shoes." Beth rolled knee high white nylon stockings up his legs and slipped a pair of Mary Jane shoes on his feet. "Hey, your feet are smaller than mine. Never mind, they won't fall off if I tighten the straps. Now for your dress. I've just the one. Stand up." Beth withdrew from her closet a white chiffon dress with puffed sleeves.

Carroll remembered the dress as the one she wore at her confirmation. She slipped it over his head and buttoned the back. Carroll realised he could never get the dress off without help. Beth fluffed the skirt over the lacy tiered petticoat. "That tickles," snorted Carroll. "Of course, it does, little sister. Wait until you feel a breeze come up under your dress. Now for the crowning touch." From the top shelf of her closet she pulled a box down and opened it. "Turn around and shut your eyes."

Carroll did as she directed. Something snug was fitted to his head. He could feel something soft and silky on his neck. Beth's fingers rubbed a soft pad over his cheeks. He felt a constriction around his waist as Beth's hands were active at his back. "Take a look, little sister."

Carroll stared at the figure reflected in the mirror. Golden curls cascaded down his shoulders. A wide blue sash circled his waist. His cheeks had a touch of rouge. He was dumbfounded. "I'm a girl."

"You sure are, little sister, and pretty too." He turned to his sister, but his mother's voice interrupted. "Elizabeth, are you up there?"

"Yes mother, I'll be right down."

"Well, hurry dear, your guests are waiting."

Beth whispered to Carroll, "Go down the back stairs and come around to the front. No one will notice you. I'll be close by. You look so pretty, no one will know you're my brother. O.K. little sister?"

Carroll nodded. He was beginning to enjoy the masquerade.

Carroll enjoyed the swish of his petticoat as he descended the outside. As he turned the corner of the house, a gentle breeze ruffled his skirts. He shivered with delight as the breeze caressed his legs and thighs.

He joined a group of girls who were sipping lemonade. Several looked at him and then turned back to their conversation. Feeling isolated, he looked for Beth. She was dancing with a neighbour's son. His father sat on the porch engaged in conversation with several of his associates. He could not locate his mother. He wandered around the lawn. Several of his friends were tossing a ball to each other, but they ignored him as he watched. He was a girl.

"Well, darling, it looks as if I have two lovely daughters."

Carroll gasped and looked up at his mother. She had a smile on her face. "You look lovely, Carroll. Do you think I wouldn't recognise that dress and you? I know you didn't dress yourself. Did Elizabeth help you?" Carroll could only nod. "Don't worry dear, I'm not going to expose your masquerade, however, if I were you, I would avoid your father. Now go and have a good time." As Car-roll turned to leave, his mother bent over and whispered, "Are you wearing some of Elizabeth's undies?" Carroll blushed and nodded. "I thought you were. Keep your skirts down and when you bend down to pick something up, bend your knees. I saw your pretty panties when you picked up the ball the boys were playing with."

Soon the guests began to leave. Beth was busy thanking everyone for their gifts and for coming to her party. Carroll slipped around the corner of the house and sought the safety of his room. His mother was waiting at the top of the stairs.

"Hurry, dear, your father will be up in a short time. If he finds you in Elizabeth's clothing I don't know what his reaction will be. You look so adorable I hate to see my new daughter go. Now quickly into your room." His mother untied the sash and unbuttoned the dress. The petticoat followed. "My, my, Elizabeth has allowed you to wear some of her finest undies. Did you enjoy wearing them, dear?" Quizzically, she raised her eyebrows.

"Well, I guess so, but they tickled." He raised his arms and his mother removed the lacy vest.

"Take off the shoes and stockings, dear and I'll get your bathrobe." Carroll did as his mother requested. He stood clad only in the dainty panties and slipped on his bathrobe. "Carroll, are you in your room?" his father's stern voice called.

"Yes, dear, he's here and I've been talking to him."

"Well, I'm going to do some talking myself, so please leave the room. The door swung open. Carroll was frightened, he was still wearing Beth's panties.

For the next half-hour he was given a scorching lecture on his behaviour, especially regarding his sister. Fortunately, his mother had taken his sister's clothing and the wig. He was fearful his father might spank him. His father finished his tirade. "You are confined to your room for two weeks. No movies, no television and no scampering around with your friends. Do you understand?" Carroll was crushed, but he nodded. He was glad when his father left the room.

A gentle knock on the door aroused him from his self-pity. "Carroll, it's me, Beth. Can I come in?" He opened the door and his sister came in and put her arms around him. "I'm sorry, little brother, I heard father telling mother of your punishment." Beth was still in the clothes she had worn at her party. For the first time he noticed the girlish form, the swelling mounds of her breasts and the flare of her hips. "Did you enjoy wearing my clothes? Now don't lie. I know you did." Before he could interrupt she continued, "I've an idea. I know you want to see the new movie this Saturday. Well, I've planned on a way for you to see it. You're going as a girl."

Carroll's mouth dropped open. "I told mother what I planned to do and she said it would be all right with her if you would agree. Well, do you want, too, or not?"

"I don't know, what if someone sees me?" Beth snorted, "of course someone is going to see you, but the clothes I've chosen for you to wear will fit in with what everybody will be wearing. You think it over and let me know."