Forced to Wear a Dress by Sister

Have you ever been caught in a lie? I sure have. A big one actually. By my sister, of all people. It was nothing really. I consider myself an urban artist and beautify the community with my graffiti. Some hate it, but it is really awesome to see. People sometimes travel to the city just to photograph my work.

The police questioned me a few time, so did mom and dad, but they had nothing on me. Then along came Dorothy, my twin sister. Miss Goodie Two-Shoes found my stash of supplies and threatened to rat me out. I could end up in juvie! And I would never have a chance to practice my art again.

I pleaded with Dorothy to keep her big mouth shut. She promised to do so if I let her dress me up as a girl, the full Monty. What choice did I have? We are both about the same size and build with subtle changes to accommodate boy or girl parts. There was one more problem: Dorothy demanded I take a girly walk of shame. Okay, I can do this. (Like I have any choice.)

You have to admit, Dorothy did a heck of a job. She made me so hot I had to take saltpeter to keep the bulge down.  I walked that walk of shame wearing my sister’s panty and dress. It felt so good I started thinking I might want to try it again some day. I must have been deep in the daydream as I stumbled as Dorothy pulled me into a shop. TG Incorporated!

Why bother anyone with details. You know what happens in that place. Well, seems I fit into Dorothy’s dresses better than ever now. Kind’of like the name they gave me too: Teri. I still practice my urban art. Dorothy tags along sometimes. Seems the whole thing was a ruse on Dorothy’s part. She only wanted to join me on the adventures and knew no other way to get what she wanted. I’m not complaining.

Missed Her to Sister

My sister is the best. When I was stood up by my date she made sure I did not stay down for long. We had a favorite game—my favorite game—we played whenever we had the chance. Peggy always knew how I felt and we were close (not that close; get your mind out of the gutter). But that night was the worst. The girl of my dreams stood me up. The hurt went real deep.

So Peggy took me to her room where we played my favorite game: dress up. She even faux turned when I undressed and pulled on the panty she gave me. By the end of the night we were laughing as I turned out to be one awesome girl.

It was at that moment, when I was happiest, that Peggy hugged me and smiled. “I gave you magic panties to wear. “ I looked in the mirror. “So that is why I look so good.” Peggy could make me look like quite the girl, but that night was the best.

I had to capture the moment. I stripped to my sister’s skives and took a selfie. I know what you’re thinking. I was not sad or bored. Well, maybe a little sad; the girl of my dreams ditched me. Rather, I was more content than any other time in my life. Peggy started calling me Rhonda. I liked the name. Want to know something else? Less than six months later the boy of my dreams took me out on the dream date I had planned for the girl of my dreams. It was her loss.

Sister Surprise

Magic in the Panties

Swapping Sports

Charlie grew up playing baseball with his sister, Tonya. Tonya went on to be a superstar pitcher in college while Charlie’s fast ball could not get him on the men’s team. Since Tonya and Charlie were close Tonya decided to help her brother. Tonya always practiced the underhand throw. It gave her a full scholarship. However, the underhand fast ball was giving way to the more common over hand fast ball familiar in the men’s baseball leagues. This is where Charlie had an opportunity.

For some reason the men’s team was not interested in Charlie even though he had a powerful fast ball and slider. If Charlie could somehow play on the girl’s team he would be a valuable asset. Tonya hatched a plan. She told her coach she had a twin sister who could throw overhand as well as she threw underhand. The coach loved the idea. Tonya dragged Charlie to TG Inc. to turn him into her twin sister, Tara.

Tara was a bit confused at first, but it all came back. She adjusted to her new body and the fast ball flew out of her paw so fast coach called it a barn burner. Tara knew giving up her manhood for a game was extreme. When the team won the state championship she knew it was all worth it. Tara felt lucky to have such a wonderful and close sister in Tonya. As sisters they dominated girl’s baseball for decades.

Sister's Dress

Have you ever been caught in a lie? I sure have. A big one actually. By my sister, of all people. It was nothing really. I consider myself an urban artist and beautify the community with my graffiti. Some hate it, but it is really awesome to see. People sometimes travel to the city just to photograph my work.

The police questioned me a few time, so did mom and dad, but they had nothing on me. Then along came Dorothy, my twin sister. Miss Goodie Two-Shoes found my stash of supplies and threatened to rat me out. I could end up in juvie! And I would never have a chance to practice my art again.

I pleaded with Dorothy to keep her big mouth shut. She promised to do so if I let her dress me up as a girl, the full Monty. What choice did I have? We are both about the same size and build with subtle changes to accommodate boy or girl parts. There was one more problem: Dorothy demanded I take a girly walk of shame. Okay, I can do this. (Like I have any choice.)

You have to admit, Dorothy did a heck of a job. She made me so hot I had to take saltpeter to keep the bulge down.  I walked that walk of shame wearing my sister’s panty and dress. It felt so good I started thinking I might want to try it again some day. I must have been deep in the daydream as I stumbled as Dorothy pulled me into a shop. TG Incorporated!

Why bother anyone with details. You know what happens in that place. Well, seems I fit into Dorothy’s dresses better than ever now. Kind’of like the name they gave me too: Teri. I still practice my urban art. Dorothy tags along sometimes. Seems the whole thing was a ruse on Dorothy’s part. She only wanted to join me on the adventures and knew no other way to get what she wanted. I’m not complaining.

Missed Her to Sister

My sister is the best. When I was stood up by my date she made sure I did not stay down for long. We had a favorite game—my favorite game—we played whenever we had the chance. Peggy always knew how I felt and we were close (not that close; get your mind out of the gutter). But that night was the worst. The girl of my dreams stood me up. The hurt went real deep.

So Peggy took me to her room where we played my favorite game: dress up. She even faux turned when I undressed and pulled on the panty she gave me. By the end of the night we were laughing as I turned out to be one awesome girl.

It was at that moment, when I was happiest, that Peggy hugged me and smiled. “I gave you magic panties to wear. “ I looked in the mirror. “So that is why I look so good.” Peggy could make me look like quite the girl, but that night was the best.

I had to capture the moment. I stripped to my sister’s skives and took a selfie. I know what you’re thinking. I was not sad or bored. Well, maybe a little sad; the girl of my dreams ditched me. Rather, I was more content than any other time in my life. Peggy started calling me Rhonda. I liked the name. Want to know something else? Less than six months later the boy of my dreams took me out on the dream date I had planned for the girl of my dreams. It was her loss.

Inappropriate Swap

Here is a caption from my late friend Alexis. She wrote several captions for me before she died. I have been nostalgic lately so I am sharing a few of my favorites.