A Sissy Every Weekend. Part 2. Girls Night Out

It is Friday evening, and once again I am dressed up like a pretty girl. Here's a picture that mother took of the outfit that I am wearing tonight. Everyone is telling me that I look lovely, and even though I am really a boy, I feel beautiful. Maybe I was born to be a sissy.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how I got here.

Every weekend, mother and I drive to the city where her sister, my Aunt Jenny, lives. Aunt Jenny has a 4 bedroom townhouse.  Aunt Jenny has one bedroom and the twins share a bedroom.  When we visit, mother sleeps in the guest room and I share a room with my cousin Caroline. Of course everyone knows that I am really a boy, but everyone treats me like I am just another girl. Some years ago one of the twins had decided that my name should be Tiffany, so that is what I am called.









Today, mother dressed me in a short pink skirt and a cute lacey top for the drive to my aunt's house. When we arrive there, everyone greets us warmly. Aunt Jenny runs up and gives me big hug and kiss. She tells me how pretty I look and how much I was missed during the past week. Mother then joins her sister for cocktails in the living room while I go join my cousins in the den. Usually my cousins are watching TV or playing video games when I get to their house.

My cousins are all super nice to me.  They treat me like a girl cousin. But they know I'm a boy and sometimes I think they feel sorry for me. When I arrived tonight, the girls all said hi to me.  Then Maddie, one of the twins, said, "Hey, I think that skirt used to be mine."

"Yeah," Caroline retorted,  "But it looks much better on him than it ever did on you."  The room fell silent.

"Oh sorry," said Caroline to me when she realized what she had just said. I'm not to be called "him" when I visit.  "I didn't mean to tease you."

"I know," I replied honestly.  I knew she was trying to tease her older sister, not me.

Living as a girl in a townhouse with five girls/women every weekend, I often see just about everyone -- my aunt, my cousins -- in their underwear...or less. Since Caroline and I share a room, I see her getting dressed and undressed every day that I am there. She doesn't mind.

Since all of my cousins are older than me, I have an enormous collection of hand-me-down clothes: pretty dresses, cute shoes, lacy underthings. That's why Maddie recognized the pink skirt I was wearing had been hers. I also have some of Aunt Jenny's old clothes. And of course, some things have been bought just for me.

After a little while, Aunt Jenny came into the den and announced the plan for the evening. "Great news, girls," she announced. "I got tickets for the ballet tonight!" All three cousins squealed with delight. "Now you girls go get changed. Wear something nice and be ready to go 20 minutes."

Caroline and I went to our room. She stripped off her jeans and t-shirt and started rummaging for a dress to wear. She looked amazing in her bra and panties. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help it. I had a terrible crush on her, but she had a real boyfriend and could never feel the same way about me.  

I opened the armoire that held my girl clothes and pulled out a pretty black blouse that I hadn't seen before. It had sheer sleeves and a collar and cuffs that we covered with rhinestones. "Oh, that used to be my mom's," Caroline said as she saw me looking at it.  "That would look great on you. Maybe pair it with that blue print skirt you wore to the restaurant a couple of weeks ago." I found the skirt and agreed that it would look nice. I took off the outfit I had been wearing and slipped on a pair of smokey black stockings. I put on the blouse and skirt and asked Caroline how I looked.

"Wow," she said. "You look fantastic.  Here, let me help you with your lipstick." She  grabbed a tube of "Bombshell Red" lipstick and painted it on. "Wait until the others see you!" see said excitedly.

When I stepped downstairs where the others were waiting, they all fell silent when I walked into the room. I thought something was wrong. Finally, after a moment, mother said, "Oh, Darling, you look BEAUTIFUL!" All the others agreed.  It made me feel all warm inside to be the object of so much attention and affection.

Mother insisted on taking about a hundred photos of me and my cousins. Mother spent so much time taking photos of me that we were almost late for the ballet!