I remember when I was ten years old, when one day as my
older sister was taking care of me, for some reason or other I came into
the living room with mud covering the clothes that I was wearing, my
sister took one look at me and ordered me to take a bath, this I did
without hesitation, but was not ready for what was coming next, for
while I was in the bath, my sister called for me to go to her room when
I had finished, as she had my clean clothes on there ready for me, so
when I had taken the bath, as requested I went to her room with a towel
wrapped round me, "Ok," she said, "take that towel off, so that you can
get dressed," but as the towel fell away, I was sprayed with perfume,
"What are you doing?" I asked, to which she told me that she wanted me
to smell nice, "But that's girls," I said, "I know," she replied, with a
giggle in her voice, she then handed me a pair of pink satin knickers,
and demanded that I put them on, "I won't," I protested, saying that I
would tell our mother, but my sister just pushed me backwards onto the
bed and forced the knickers onto me, saying that Mum already knew about
it, and had agreed that if I couldn't stay clean as a boy the I should
be dressed as a girl to see if I could stay tidy dressed that way,
Sharon, (my sister) then took out a fresh packet of black opaque tights
and helped me into them. After this I was helped into a short
petticoat, and told to put on a short red skirt which was laying on the
bed, again
I refused, but Sharon simply put it over my head and zipped it up around
my waist, and a pink and white jumper was then put onto me, "There you
go, Rachel," Sharon said as she put a pair of white sandals onto my
feet, "Who's
Rachel?" I asked. "You are," she replied, "We cant call you
Paul anymore, especially now that you are a girl."
Sharon then tied my already long hair into bunches and fixed it with
ribbons, and applied a little makeup to my face, and shaped and painted
my finger nails bright red. About ten minutes later Mum returned home.
"Everything OK?", she called upstairs. "Fine," Sharon called back.
"Rachel is ready," she continued. "OK," Mum called back. "Send her
down, we are going out." I was about half way downstairs at this point,
but on hearing this I froze. "I can't go out dressed like this," I
said, but Mum just came and put her arm around me, and said that she
thought that I looked very pretty, and she wanted to show off her new
daughter, as she ushered me out to the car, I guess we were out for
about two hours, when we first left the house I was feeling very
nervous, but as the time passed by, I began to feel more easy about the
situation, when we returned home I felt that
I had been dressed like a girl for long enough, and ran to my room,
where I thought I could change back into my normal clothes, but was
shocked to find that all my clothes had been removed and replace with
girls clothes, all the clothes that Sharon had grown out of, I don't
think it would have been so bad if there was at least one pair of jeans
there, but all I had was skirts and dresses, and Sharon's old thick
ribbed tights and my shoes were replaced with girls shoes - I even had
nightdresses to sleep in, but when I went down and protested to Mum, all
she said was that I was to live and dress like a girl for two weeks, and
if I got the clothes dirty or I misbehaved in any way then I would be a
girl for longer, with this I felt that I had no option but to agree to
the deal,
I was just relieved that I didn't have to go to school for the next few
weeks, and believe me those two weeks were the longest in my whole life,
and once things got back to normal, I always managed to behave and keep
my clothes clean and tidy, for I knew that if I didn't, what would
happen, and I knew that
I didn't want to go through that again.
