Anne's Story
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The next Friday evening I bathed, changed and walked down to Paula's place with an overnight bag, letting myself in with her key.
"Hello Paula," I shouted.
"I'm in the bedroom getting ready," she shouted back, "come on in Andy."
As per usual my beautiful sister was sat at her dressing table putting the finishing touches to her make up, and turning to me she said, "Andy love, I'm not daft you know. I know what you have been doing for these last six months. Want to talk about it?"
And all this time I had been under the impression she had not found me out, but she had known and kept quiet.
"Sorry Paula, but there was no other way. I couldn't go out and buy clothes like yours, and even if I had been able to where would I keep them ? How did you find out?" I asked.
"Oh, about six months ago, just after we all went out that evening leaving you in the house alone," she replied. Next day I was hunting for my favourite panties and found them at the bottom of the draw when they should have been near the top. And they were damp too. I never put my panties away damp. Did you have an accident or something?"
I explained quietly what had happened, and that at every chance I had been wearing her things. Paula was giving me one of those knowing smiles again and didn't seem in the least bit angry or surprised. I told her that for some time I had had these feelings of being a woman trapped in a male body, and just wanted to be like her, lucky girl.
"Mmm, I suspected as much," said Paula, "you'd make a lovely girl Andy. You're so pretty as well. OK, l,ve been giving this situation some thought. You can come here and use the flat to dress up where no one else will know, and I'll help you with make up and things. This is one of the reasons I wanted to move from home, though I wish you had asked me before raiding my clothes, it was a bit naughty you know. Take your clothes off Andy and let's see what we can do."
Though we had seen each other naked and semi naked many times before, here was my own sister telling me to take my clothes off in front of her! The very thought of Paula helping me in my quest made my heart jump for joy.
"Don't be embarrassed Andy, we've both seen it all before," said Paula.
Seconds later I had stripped, my clothes strewn on the floor and Paula was looking me up and down. The usual excitement was stirring in my loins.
"Just as I thought," she said, "we'll have to start with those hairy legs. I've got some hair removal cream. Looks like we'll need a whole pot, but before we start can you please do something with that erection of yours. Remember I am your sister after all! Go into the bathroom and splash some cold water on it, that should do the trick."
I tried to explain that it was caused not by lust for her, although she was very beautiful, but by the expectancy of her helping to make me into a woman like her, but I did as she said, returning soon in a more suitable state to stand before my sister.
She lay me down and depilated my legs up to the groin, scraping off the cream and hairs minutes later, leaving them smooth as her silky undies.
"I've been shopping for you," she said, "come and look what we have here."
Opening the wardrobe door Paula showed me a whole array of girlie clothes and a draw full of silky underwear. My mind was in a spin!
"Some of these are new, and some are my own, which you'll no doubt recognise, but you may as well have them now Andy. But first, don't you think we should call you by a more feminine name, even though you'll always be my little brother Andy?" she went on.
"Anne. I've always thought of myself as Anne!" I replied, and from that moment on 'Anne' was born.
Paula passed me a new pink suspender belt just like her own and told me to put it on, then some fine mesh stockings on my new-look silky legs - no more hairs poking through the mesh from now on!
"You'd better put these on as well," she continued, "you certainly seem to have put them to good use these last months," and passed me those beautiful, sexy, silky French knickers of hers. "And now a bra Anne," she went on, "use this one of mine till we know the right size."
This was seventh heaven as Paula took my hand and led me to the dressing table chair, sitting me down, skillfully making up my face as I had watched her do to herself all those times.
"I used to watch you watching me do this," she said, "It amused me at first, and puzzled me a little as I thought you might be turning into some sort of pervert just wanting to see his sister semi naked, then the penny dropped when you left my make up box in a mess one night and I suspected you were using it on yourself. This was long before I discovered you had been wearing my undies. It was quite a relief to find out that was all there was to it"
So she had know all this time! It was a huge relief to me as well!
Though I say it myself, I was quite a stunner when Paula finished the make up, probably due to her skill and the fact that we looked similar as well. All that was lacking in those days were proper breasts and a "dong" removal kit and I would have been a proper girl just like Paula.
Paula had great dress sense and insisted that first time in experimenting with the clothes she was dressing me in to see what suited best. First I was a lady in a long skirt, then a figure hugging evening gown, but my hips were the wrong shape to carry this off. Next I was a tart, wearing a creamy blouse with one of her own very short skirts which showed my suspenders if I so much as bent a little.
Soon it was late and time for bed. "I have a special present for you now Anne," said Paula as she passed me a nicely wrapped parcel, which I soon undid and found to be a Baby Doll nightie and a pair of frilly panties!
I was in tears as I went into the spare bedroom that night with Paula's last words of the evening ringing in my ears, "And no more accidents with those panties Anne, remember you don't have to pretend any more."
Eventually I moved in with Paula and with the use of wigs we were able to go out and about as two great looking girls out together, shopping, clubbing, being ogled and whistled at by the lads wherever we went. It was wonderful and lasted for just over two years, though I reverted to being a man for work and going out on my own.
But not every story has a happy ending, and this one is no exception to that rule, for I discovered that most girls in those days did not and would not accept a man who dressed in women's clothes. As Paula was getting married soon I had to find somewhere else to live and there was also the matter of my adoration for another girl, Jean, whom I eventually married.
Thirty years later and still married to Jean I have had to supress these inner urges to dress as a woman, although they are as strong now as they ever were. Jean was and still is the light of my life and we have two wonderful grown up children, but she never accepted me dressed as a woman, though she lets me wear some silky undies now and then, and has even purchased them for me on occasion, but only in the house and only when no one else is there.
Paula still keeps some things for me locked away so that I may nip over to her place when the urges get too much to bear and she is on her own. We are still as close as ever, and our secret has been kept that way, a secret, even when Jean talked to her about my problem she never told her about the help she had given me in the past and which she continues to give me, though she did try to explain to Jean that there was no harm in a man dressing up.
Anne
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