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I couldn’t believe my luck! It is a very rare occasion that I get the entire house to myself. My father and sister have gone to see her friend, to which I wasn’t invited and my mother is working late. I’m physically shaking with excitement!

I knew exactly what I had planned for the rest evening and it was literally seconds, after they’d walked out the door, that I was running upstairs and into my sister’s room. For reasons completely unknown to my thirteen-year-old self, I absolutely loved trying on my sister's clothing and pretending to be her as I walked around the house.

I’d only ever really been able to wear her stuff in secret. Usually, I’d only get to take her worn panties from the wash bin and wear them underneath mine, but tonight was going to be different! I had her entire wardrobe to play with and an entire evening to do it in.

Bursting through her bedroom door I lunge, with enthusiasm, towards her panty draw. I rummage around inside until I find the pair of matching feminine briefs and training bra I was looking for. I’d worn these before, many times, and they were my favourite! The soft white material and the way it felt against my skin, but most of all, I loved the pretty pink bows attached to them.

In a flash, I pull off my socks, pants, shorts and t-shirt without a care for them and discard them on the floor. My clothes just felt so… boring! My sister clothes, on the other hand, were so much more interesting. Skirts, blouses, dresses, knee-high socks, the list goes on. So much more ME, than my stuff, but I couldn’t tell anyone that. They’d think I was strange or something. Plus, I think my father would kill me. I had his macho reputation to live up to.

With a huge smile on my face, I pull up my sister’s white briefs and snuggle my private area in. I had to keep myself from getting too excited, or my area will bulge out and ruin my girly look! Like a pro, I put on the matching training bra, without issue. Bras are one of my favourite things to wear secretly in bed at night. One morning, I had to explain to my mother why I had strap marks around my shoulders, but that didn’t stop me. I loved how they constricted around my chest. Every breath was a reminder of the girly clothing that I shouldn’t be wearing.

Posing into her full-length mirror, I knew I was in for a good evening. So much possibility lay before me.

“What's going to be my first outfit,” I say to myself as I look at the dresses, skirts and jeans hanging in her closet.

We’d been to a wedding at the beginning of the summer. My sister was the flower girl and in her closet hung a barely used, bright white and frilly summer dress. It was pretty cliché, but ever since I saw her wearing it, I’d been dying to know how it felt and what it would look like on me. Snatching at the hanger, I pull the dress out hold it up to my panty-clad body. I wasn’t even sure it was going to fit me, but I had to know what it felt like to wear something like it!

Unzipping the back, I lower the top of the dress to my feet and step into it. It was such a thrill, putting on clothes like this! I felt so girly! Pulling the dress up past my waist, which was a little tight, I thread my arms into the straps and rest them on my shoulders.

“So far so good,” I gleefully cheer.

Adjusting my bra and how the dress sat on my body, I reached around the back to do the zip up. This is the moment of truth, was I going to fit or was my stupid male body going to be too big!?

“Yes!” I cry out as the zip glides up, without issue. “It fits!”

The dress fit perfectly and even looks good. It sinches around my waist giving me a vague hourglass figure. The little bumps on my chest, caused by my training bra, make me smile as I give a girly pose into the mirror.

Swaying the bottom skirt part of the dress, as I rotate my body back and forth, was like a dream come true! I’d been wanting to do it ever since I saw my sister wearing this dress. I’m happy to report, it's just as fun as I’d imagined.

As thrilled as I am, I’m in no way finished with my outfit. I bounce back over to her drawers and pick out a pair of tights. They are her school uniform tights, but they’d have to do. Perching myself on the side of her bed, I run them elegantly up each leg, being very careful not to rip them. having to pull my dress right up past my waist, I pull the tights up and over my girly briefs.

The tights encased my almost hairless legs and they made them feel terrific. Wearing tights was almost as much of a thrill as wearing a bra, as It was something boys never got to wear and knowing that, it heightened my euphoria.

Grabbing a pair of white dolly pumps from her closet, I slip them on my feet and my outfit is nearly complete. Usually, it is a source of huge embarrassment for me, that I can fit into my younger sisters shoes, but tonight I couldn’t help but be glad.

I spend the next twenty minutes putting on makeup and jewellery. I’d gone for a bright pink lipstick, mascara and green eye shadow. The green compliments my blue eyes. My hair isn't overly long, but it is long enough for me to style into a girly pixie cut and add my favourite pretty pink bow.

“Do you think I look pretty?” I say with a girly voice into the mirror as I give a curtsey.

Extremely pleased with my transformation and how it made me feel, I grab my phone and start taking snap after snap after snap, in many different poses. That’s when I hear a noise downstairs. My heart jumps and skips a beat! What was that? Who was that? I can’t be seen like this! I rush into the bathroom and slam the door closed. I absolutely couldn’t be seen like this! Was it just noise or had someone come home!?