All Right I'll Do It

It was Friday afternoon, still very chilly, but because we lived near the next time zone to the west and being mid-spring daylight would filter through the sky until early evening. And with spring had come the new green leaves on the brambles. If you saw Dad's car you'd have seen the scratches on his old rundown Pacer from the branches along the road. It seemed his car was the only way he pruned the brambles. Mom often mumbled about the junk house, the junk car and her miserable life.

Even though we were almost living in the middle of nowhere we did have a television, a hi-fi, a Bell and Howell projection and of course a phone. We only got two channels on our TV and even those were flickering distorted images no matter how you adjusted the rabbit ears (antenna). Dad's idea of entertainment was reading passages from the bible. Mom's idea was reading romance novels and muttering under her breath. But despite Dad's strict demands he had allowed me one small vice. This was the time of hippies. The Beatles. Long hair. And being rebellious I had grown my blond hair to shoulder length.

The late afternoon sun glistened over the pink walls of my sister's room. Curiosity had led me into her room and she being the same size as me I had found her cheerleading outfit and decided to put it on. Seemed mysterious erotic and I hadn't even considered it abnormal except for the hesitation in my breath as I took off my clothes and slid her outfit on. I can't explain why but I was standing in front of her full length mirror looking at myself in her uniform with my briefs underneath rubbing an erection when the flash went off and I turned to see Robert and John standing in the doorway laughing. Mortified I turned and was about to say, "Get out of here," but the words didn't come out.

Instead I heard, "Tim you make a great looking girl."

Less then an hour later they had gotten me to swap my briefs for a pair of Mary's panties. They also had me apply pink stick-on nails they had found in her vanity drawer. Paint my lips with matching lipstick. And then John had sprayed Mary's perfume all over me. He had applied to much and there was a sickly sweet girly girl smell like a forced field surrounding me. John had also found a hair band with a big pink bow attached to it and had me pull my hair back into a ponytail.