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"Stacey Turner" <[email protected]> wrote in message
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> Hi all. I've been away from the group for over a year, since
> the ISP I got after I moved didn't have newsgroup access and I
> really hate trying to keep up with sites like google groups...
>
> Here is a early halloween story for you. This is halloween the
> way I always thought it SHOULD be. This story started as fact,
> but I ended up throwing in more and more of what I would have
> liked it to be. The core of the story is still true, I'll
> leave it up to you to figure out where to draw the line!
>
> +++++++++++++++
>
> The first time I dressed up for halloween, I was too young to
> enjoy it properly. It is something I hated at the time but it
> is something I look back upon fondly now.
>
> I don't know my exact age, but I must have been around 11. My
> mom always made us (me and my older sister) elaborate handmade
> costumes, but this year she had just started a new job and
> didn't have time to plan and sew anything special.
>
> As usual, we sat around the kitchen table a few weeks before
> the holiday talking about what we 'wanted to be' that year.
> My sister decided she was too old to participate and would be
> going off to a high school party. This left just me, and I was
> too young to give up on the idea of getting lots of candy. I
> was even thinking that with no sibling competition, I could
> really clean up!
>
> I had some great ideas for costumes, mostly from the glut of
> horror movies that were making the rounds that year, but
> every idea was shot down as being too expensive or time
> consuming. It was my aunt who finally came up with the idea
> of re-using my sister's costume from a few years earlier. It
> was ready to go, and I was the same size that she had been so
> there would be no preparation needed. I was racking my brain
> trying to remember what my sister had dressed up as that year,
> but couldn't recall. Finally, it came to me. They were talking
> about dressing me up as a Fairy Godmother! That just would not
> do, if I went like that I would be beaten at school every day
> for the next several years.
>
> No amount of pleading could make my sister, aunt or mom give
> up on the idea, so I did the only thing I could. Early the
> next day I went into the attic, found the box with the
> offending costume and hid it in the garage under boxes of old
> tools.
>
> At this point, I figured I was safe. I could express surprise
> along with everybody else when the costume could not be
> found. If I was lucky, I would have enough time to put
> together a 'simple' costume and still score some candy. Even
> if I had to give up on the holiday completely, it would be
> better than showing up as a fairy!
>
> The big day came and I was ready to act disappointed. Just
> after breakfast, my mom asked me if I was ready to try on my
> costume in case it needed last minute alterations and I said
> 'sure', not wanting to show my hand. I saw I wasn't about to
> get off without some discomfort, since she had everything but
> the dress, wand and tiara all set out ready for me to try on.
> She had even bought me some little girl's pink tights during
> the week! "Lets get you into all this first" she said, "Then
> I'll go fetch the rest of it".
>
> This set me back. I didn't want to try on ANY of it. But if I
> made a fuss now, she would certainly suspect something was
> going on later when she couldn't find the box. My best bet
> would be to feign enthusiasm now then pretend to be upset when
> everything fell apart later on. The worse I would have to put
> up with would be a few minutes in some girl's things in the
> privacy of my own bedroom.
>
> As my mom stood by, I poked through the items she had layed
> out on the bed. Panties, pink tights, a training bra, full
> petticoat and white shoes. I asked her if I really had to wear
> girls panties and she said yes, the boxer shorts I usually
> wore would bunch up and look strange and be pretty
> uncomfortable under the tights. I looked again at the cotton
> bright yellow colored panties with a flower print. They had
> pink lacy trim and a tiny bow in front. I shrugged. "It will
> all be over soon" I kept telling myself.
>
> My mom left me to change, but being young and inexperienced in
> such things I was having quite a time trying to figure out
> how everything 'worked'. A few minutes later my mom knocked on
> the door to ask how I was doing and I had to admit that other
> than the panties, I was still just starting to figure things
> out.
>
> Without another word, she pushed the door open and stepped
> into the room. "Mom!" I yelled. "Don't worry, I'm your mother
> and have seen you naked since the day you were born". It
> wasn't the 'naked' part I was worried about, it was the
> stranger feeling I was getting standing in front of her
> wearing nothing but yellow lace panties and a bra pulled
> halfway up one arm.
>
> "Put your arms out" she said as she took the bra from me. As I
> did, she slipped the straps over my arms and up to my
> shoulders. I felt things tighten a bit as she clasped it in
> the rear, then the shoulders straps snugged up as shen
> adjusted them to fit. I didn't know what was coming next
> while she rummaged around in a small bag that was also on the
> bed until she reached over to where I stood and stuffed a few
> bundles of rolled up material into each cup of the A size
> bra. "We don't want you to be large, but at this age you
> should have something up top".
>
> As I stood there gazing down at this foreign new clothing and
> my new boobs, trying to catch up to what was happening, she
> was already moving on to the next task. She next in front of
> me, at the same time rolling the legs of the tights up with
> her hands. "Step up" she said, touching my right leg to
> indicate which one I should move. I lifted the foot a few
> inches off the floor. As I did, she slipped the foot of the
> tighs over it and stretched them halfway up that leg. "Now
> the other". Before I knew it, she had slipped my other foot in
> as well and was now standing in front of me efficiently
> pulling the waist of the tigts up into place. "Don't be
> embarrased" she said. "I dressed your sister like this for
> years before she was old enough to dress herself".
>
> "Put the shoes on so you don't run the tights if you step on
> something sharp" she instructed. I slipped the shoes on and
> stood up. The heels weren't not high my any means, but to a
> boy who had never worn anything but sneakers all his life, the
> were would take a little getting used to. I walked around a
> bit to get used to it then stood still while she lowered the
> petticoat over my head.
>
> "OK, all done for now. Now wait in the living room while I get
> the rest of the costume down". Finally, she would not be able
> to find it and in minutes I would be back out of this stuff!
>
> I walked into the living room, feeling very out of place, and
> came to a dead stop as I looked around. My aunt and older
> sister were there, sitting on the couch watching television! I
> had thought they were going out shopping, so never considered
> having them see me like this!
>
> I almost turned and ran back to my room, but my mom was
> blocking the way as she entered behind me. "Go. Sit. I'll be
> right back" she said and walked to the attic stairs. Any hope
> I had to be invisible vanished when my sister and aunt turned
> at the sound of my mom's voice. To their credit, there was no
> teasing or laughs from either one. They both must have known
> how hard it was for me. My sister gave me a small smile and
> patted the couch for me to come sit next to her. "You look
> very pretty like that" she said with a smile. That was all
> that was said. In a few moments, we were all involved in what
> was on TV. The only thing distracting me the strange feeling
> of the tights and petticoat on my legs, and the strange
> constriction and weight of the bra.
>
> By the time my mother returned from the attic, I had almost
> forgotten what was going on. As she came down the stairse I
> remembered what was going on and started looking forward to
> the ordeal being over.
>
> Mom was quite upset that she couldn't find the box, but didn't
> give on that she suspected my part in it at all. I could feel
> myself being seconds away from this all being over but then it
> all fell apart.
>
> "Well, he certainly can't be a fairy without the gown" my aunt
> started. "What can we do at the last minute so he can still
> enjoy the holiday"?
>
> As I took a breath to let everbody know that I was OK with the
> cancellation, I was cut off my my mom. "I'm sure we can come
> up with something, come with me".
>
> I got up from the couch and swished after her. I had to be
> careful to not let the wide peticoat sweep things off the
> coffee table as I walked past! As she passed my bedroom, I
> turned in to start stripping off these silly clothes. No
> sooner had I removed the petticoat than she came through the
> door saying "What are you doing"? I told her it was OK, I
> understood if I couldn't dress up. She said "Don't be silly.
> Leave the petticoat off but don't touch anything else and come
> with me".
>
> As we continued on down the hall, we passed her room as well.
> She called out to my sister to come over from the living room
> and we all met in my sister's room. As soon as she asked my
> sister if I could 'borrow a few things' from her, I had a
> sinking feeling. My sister gave me a sweet smile and replied
> "She can use whatever she wants as long as it comes back in
> good shape. Have fun, sis!". She and my mom ignored me for a
> few minutes as they dug through her closet. I snippets of
> converstation like "You know, that one you wore for....got
> from christmas...clip on..full slip...necklace..doesn't fit
> anymore...B cup....oh, THIS!" before they came out of their
> huddle with an armload of clothes and accessories.
>
> My sister left my mom and me in her room, going back to watch
> more television after making a cryptic comment that "now it it
> your turn, enjoy!" This time things went ever quicker. The
> training bra and contents were replaced by a lacy bigger-
> cupped black bra and stuffed a little more fully. The shoes
> were replaced by a pair that were more dressy and had a much
> higher heel. Once the bra was in place, adjusted and properly
> stuffed, she slipped a full length black silk slip over my
> head. The slip was full and very lacy at the bottom so would
> help any dress over it 'float' a bit as I walked. As far as I
> was concerned, this was not a good thing.
>
> I finally saw what I was in for when she took a very nice blue
> dress from the hanger. It had a full skirt and very feminine
> cut, with plenty of lace and tailoring to show off a budding
> woman's best features.
>
> I remember my sister wearing it to an outside event at her
> school a few years ago. I remember teasing her endlessly, as
> only a younger brother can, about the fact that everybody got
> a look at her panties when she failed to hold it down against
> a gust of wind while walking up to accept her award. When she
> tried to tell me I was lying, I proved it by telling her the
> color of the panties she was wearing. Like any younger
> brother, I had kept harping on the event for the rest of the
> day with her turning red in the face and promising to 'get
> even' with me someday. She never wore that dress after that
> day. Now, it was beginning to look like today was going to be
> her revenge.
>
> My mom told me to hold my arms up and slipped the dress over
> my head, zipping it up the back. It fit like a glove against
> my body, even where it followed the curves of my 'breasts'
> down to my waist below which it flared out to a very full
> skirt. The hemline came to just above the knee and the hem of
> the slip just short of that. I also realized that there was no
> way I could reach the zipper by myself, so I was pretty much
> stuck in the dress until somebody decided to help me take it
> off. The feeling of the skirt and silk slip against the tights
> on my legs was very strange to me. I found myself swinging
> back and fourth just to feel the movement. I looked up to see
> my mom watching me with a smile on her face. I instantly
> stopped, feeling my face turn red.
>
> I thought I was done at this point, but it wasn't to be. My
> mom sat me down at my sister's dressing table and began to
> dab things from several tubes, compacts and jars onto my face.
> I couldn't see what she was doing because she had me faced
> away from the mirror, but she was doing it very quickly. This
> wasn't a surprise, since a few years ago she had worked in a
> beauty shop. After she began working, she called my sister
> back into the room and placed her in charge of trimming and
> painting my fingernails. After a while, I realized that she
> had switched from fussing with my face, which now felt
> strange, to my hair which I kept rather long. She spent a bit
> longer there, even resorting to a curling iron and hair pins
> before being satisfied. Finally, she clipped some glittering
> earrings onto my ears and looped a matching necklace over my
> head. The last touch was a set of jingling bracelets on one
> arm, and one of my sister's old watches on the opposite wrist.
> She finished up just about the time my sister was finishing my
> last finger, warning me to be careful to not touch anything
> for the next 15 minutes as they dried.
>
> When she finally spun me around to see my reflection in the
> mirror, I was expecting to see a boy made up like a
> prostitute, since that was what it all felt like from my
> perspective. What I saw was... my sister! I couldn't see any
> 'me' in the mirror. I also didn't really 'see' any makeup. It
> was subtle enough to make me look like a young girl by
> hilighting my feminine lines while downplaying any 'boyish'
> features. I could see my sister standing behind me, and the
> more I looked the more subtle difference I saw. But my first
> impression was that I looked just as she had looked on that
> day she had worn the dress a few years earlier.
>
> As I stood up, the illusion was ruined. I was still wearing
> the pink tights that would have gone with the fairy costume.
> The pink against the blue of the dress clashed and made the
> whole outfit look like a clown suit. My sister looked at my
> legs and told my mom "We've got to do something about that". I
> gladly started to reach down to remove the tights, but my
> sister stopped me warming me that my nails were still wet and
> I would probably get the color all over her nice dress. In no
> time, my mother reached up under my dress to strip the pink
news:[email protected]...
> Hi all. I've been away from the group for over a year, since
> the ISP I got after I moved didn't have newsgroup access and I
> really hate trying to keep up with sites like google groups...
>
> Here is a early halloween story for you. This is halloween the
> way I always thought it SHOULD be. This story started as fact,
> but I ended up throwing in more and more of what I would have
> liked it to be. The core of the story is still true, I'll
> leave it up to you to figure out where to draw the line!
>
> +++++++++++++++
>
> The first time I dressed up for halloween, I was too young to
> enjoy it properly. It is something I hated at the time but it
> is something I look back upon fondly now.
>
> I don't know my exact age, but I must have been around 11. My
> mom always made us (me and my older sister) elaborate handmade
> costumes, but this year she had just started a new job and
> didn't have time to plan and sew anything special.
>
> As usual, we sat around the kitchen table a few weeks before
> the holiday talking about what we 'wanted to be' that year.
> My sister decided she was too old to participate and would be
> going off to a high school party. This left just me, and I was
> too young to give up on the idea of getting lots of candy. I
> was even thinking that with no sibling competition, I could
> really clean up!
>
> I had some great ideas for costumes, mostly from the glut of
> horror movies that were making the rounds that year, but
> every idea was shot down as being too expensive or time
> consuming. It was my aunt who finally came up with the idea
> of re-using my sister's costume from a few years earlier. It
> was ready to go, and I was the same size that she had been so
> there would be no preparation needed. I was racking my brain
> trying to remember what my sister had dressed up as that year,
> but couldn't recall. Finally, it came to me. They were talking
> about dressing me up as a Fairy Godmother! That just would not
> do, if I went like that I would be beaten at school every day
> for the next several years.
>
> No amount of pleading could make my sister, aunt or mom give
> up on the idea, so I did the only thing I could. Early the
> next day I went into the attic, found the box with the
> offending costume and hid it in the garage under boxes of old
> tools.
>
> At this point, I figured I was safe. I could express surprise
> along with everybody else when the costume could not be
> found. If I was lucky, I would have enough time to put
> together a 'simple' costume and still score some candy. Even
> if I had to give up on the holiday completely, it would be
> better than showing up as a fairy!
>
> The big day came and I was ready to act disappointed. Just
> after breakfast, my mom asked me if I was ready to try on my
> costume in case it needed last minute alterations and I said
> 'sure', not wanting to show my hand. I saw I wasn't about to
> get off without some discomfort, since she had everything but
> the dress, wand and tiara all set out ready for me to try on.
> She had even bought me some little girl's pink tights during
> the week! "Lets get you into all this first" she said, "Then
> I'll go fetch the rest of it".
>
> This set me back. I didn't want to try on ANY of it. But if I
> made a fuss now, she would certainly suspect something was
> going on later when she couldn't find the box. My best bet
> would be to feign enthusiasm now then pretend to be upset when
> everything fell apart later on. The worse I would have to put
> up with would be a few minutes in some girl's things in the
> privacy of my own bedroom.
>
> As my mom stood by, I poked through the items she had layed
> out on the bed. Panties, pink tights, a training bra, full
> petticoat and white shoes. I asked her if I really had to wear
> girls panties and she said yes, the boxer shorts I usually
> wore would bunch up and look strange and be pretty
> uncomfortable under the tights. I looked again at the cotton
> bright yellow colored panties with a flower print. They had
> pink lacy trim and a tiny bow in front. I shrugged. "It will
> all be over soon" I kept telling myself.
>
> My mom left me to change, but being young and inexperienced in
> such things I was having quite a time trying to figure out
> how everything 'worked'. A few minutes later my mom knocked on
> the door to ask how I was doing and I had to admit that other
> than the panties, I was still just starting to figure things
> out.
>
> Without another word, she pushed the door open and stepped
> into the room. "Mom!" I yelled. "Don't worry, I'm your mother
> and have seen you naked since the day you were born". It
> wasn't the 'naked' part I was worried about, it was the
> stranger feeling I was getting standing in front of her
> wearing nothing but yellow lace panties and a bra pulled
> halfway up one arm.
>
> "Put your arms out" she said as she took the bra from me. As I
> did, she slipped the straps over my arms and up to my
> shoulders. I felt things tighten a bit as she clasped it in
> the rear, then the shoulders straps snugged up as shen
> adjusted them to fit. I didn't know what was coming next
> while she rummaged around in a small bag that was also on the
> bed until she reached over to where I stood and stuffed a few
> bundles of rolled up material into each cup of the A size
> bra. "We don't want you to be large, but at this age you
> should have something up top".
>
> As I stood there gazing down at this foreign new clothing and
> my new boobs, trying to catch up to what was happening, she
> was already moving on to the next task. She next in front of
> me, at the same time rolling the legs of the tights up with
> her hands. "Step up" she said, touching my right leg to
> indicate which one I should move. I lifted the foot a few
> inches off the floor. As I did, she slipped the foot of the
> tighs over it and stretched them halfway up that leg. "Now
> the other". Before I knew it, she had slipped my other foot in
> as well and was now standing in front of me efficiently
> pulling the waist of the tigts up into place. "Don't be
> embarrased" she said. "I dressed your sister like this for
> years before she was old enough to dress herself".
>
> "Put the shoes on so you don't run the tights if you step on
> something sharp" she instructed. I slipped the shoes on and
> stood up. The heels weren't not high my any means, but to a
> boy who had never worn anything but sneakers all his life, the
> were would take a little getting used to. I walked around a
> bit to get used to it then stood still while she lowered the
> petticoat over my head.
>
> "OK, all done for now. Now wait in the living room while I get
> the rest of the costume down". Finally, she would not be able
> to find it and in minutes I would be back out of this stuff!
>
> I walked into the living room, feeling very out of place, and
> came to a dead stop as I looked around. My aunt and older
> sister were there, sitting on the couch watching television! I
> had thought they were going out shopping, so never considered
> having them see me like this!
>
> I almost turned and ran back to my room, but my mom was
> blocking the way as she entered behind me. "Go. Sit. I'll be
> right back" she said and walked to the attic stairs. Any hope
> I had to be invisible vanished when my sister and aunt turned
> at the sound of my mom's voice. To their credit, there was no
> teasing or laughs from either one. They both must have known
> how hard it was for me. My sister gave me a small smile and
> patted the couch for me to come sit next to her. "You look
> very pretty like that" she said with a smile. That was all
> that was said. In a few moments, we were all involved in what
> was on TV. The only thing distracting me the strange feeling
> of the tights and petticoat on my legs, and the strange
> constriction and weight of the bra.
>
> By the time my mother returned from the attic, I had almost
> forgotten what was going on. As she came down the stairse I
> remembered what was going on and started looking forward to
> the ordeal being over.
>
> Mom was quite upset that she couldn't find the box, but didn't
> give on that she suspected my part in it at all. I could feel
> myself being seconds away from this all being over but then it
> all fell apart.
>
> "Well, he certainly can't be a fairy without the gown" my aunt
> started. "What can we do at the last minute so he can still
> enjoy the holiday"?
>
> As I took a breath to let everbody know that I was OK with the
> cancellation, I was cut off my my mom. "I'm sure we can come
> up with something, come with me".
>
> I got up from the couch and swished after her. I had to be
> careful to not let the wide peticoat sweep things off the
> coffee table as I walked past! As she passed my bedroom, I
> turned in to start stripping off these silly clothes. No
> sooner had I removed the petticoat than she came through the
> door saying "What are you doing"? I told her it was OK, I
> understood if I couldn't dress up. She said "Don't be silly.
> Leave the petticoat off but don't touch anything else and come
> with me".
>
> As we continued on down the hall, we passed her room as well.
> She called out to my sister to come over from the living room
> and we all met in my sister's room. As soon as she asked my
> sister if I could 'borrow a few things' from her, I had a
> sinking feeling. My sister gave me a sweet smile and replied
> "She can use whatever she wants as long as it comes back in
> good shape. Have fun, sis!". She and my mom ignored me for a
> few minutes as they dug through her closet. I snippets of
> converstation like "You know, that one you wore for....got
> from christmas...clip on..full slip...necklace..doesn't fit
> anymore...B cup....oh, THIS!" before they came out of their
> huddle with an armload of clothes and accessories.
>
> My sister left my mom and me in her room, going back to watch
> more television after making a cryptic comment that "now it it
> your turn, enjoy!" This time things went ever quicker. The
> training bra and contents were replaced by a lacy bigger-
> cupped black bra and stuffed a little more fully. The shoes
> were replaced by a pair that were more dressy and had a much
> higher heel. Once the bra was in place, adjusted and properly
> stuffed, she slipped a full length black silk slip over my
> head. The slip was full and very lacy at the bottom so would
> help any dress over it 'float' a bit as I walked. As far as I
> was concerned, this was not a good thing.
>
> I finally saw what I was in for when she took a very nice blue
> dress from the hanger. It had a full skirt and very feminine
> cut, with plenty of lace and tailoring to show off a budding
> woman's best features.
>
> I remember my sister wearing it to an outside event at her
> school a few years ago. I remember teasing her endlessly, as
> only a younger brother can, about the fact that everybody got
> a look at her panties when she failed to hold it down against
> a gust of wind while walking up to accept her award. When she
> tried to tell me I was lying, I proved it by telling her the
> color of the panties she was wearing. Like any younger
> brother, I had kept harping on the event for the rest of the
> day with her turning red in the face and promising to 'get
> even' with me someday. She never wore that dress after that
> day. Now, it was beginning to look like today was going to be
> her revenge.
>
> My mom told me to hold my arms up and slipped the dress over
> my head, zipping it up the back. It fit like a glove against
> my body, even where it followed the curves of my 'breasts'
> down to my waist below which it flared out to a very full
> skirt. The hemline came to just above the knee and the hem of
> the slip just short of that. I also realized that there was no
> way I could reach the zipper by myself, so I was pretty much
> stuck in the dress until somebody decided to help me take it
> off. The feeling of the skirt and silk slip against the tights
> on my legs was very strange to me. I found myself swinging
> back and fourth just to feel the movement. I looked up to see
> my mom watching me with a smile on her face. I instantly
> stopped, feeling my face turn red.
>
> I thought I was done at this point, but it wasn't to be. My
> mom sat me down at my sister's dressing table and began to
> dab things from several tubes, compacts and jars onto my face.
> I couldn't see what she was doing because she had me faced
> away from the mirror, but she was doing it very quickly. This
> wasn't a surprise, since a few years ago she had worked in a
> beauty shop. After she began working, she called my sister
> back into the room and placed her in charge of trimming and
> painting my fingernails. After a while, I realized that she
> had switched from fussing with my face, which now felt
> strange, to my hair which I kept rather long. She spent a bit
> longer there, even resorting to a curling iron and hair pins
> before being satisfied. Finally, she clipped some glittering
> earrings onto my ears and looped a matching necklace over my
> head. The last touch was a set of jingling bracelets on one
> arm, and one of my sister's old watches on the opposite wrist.
> She finished up just about the time my sister was finishing my
> last finger, warning me to be careful to not touch anything
> for the next 15 minutes as they dried.
>
> When she finally spun me around to see my reflection in the
> mirror, I was expecting to see a boy made up like a
> prostitute, since that was what it all felt like from my
> perspective. What I saw was... my sister! I couldn't see any
> 'me' in the mirror. I also didn't really 'see' any makeup. It
> was subtle enough to make me look like a young girl by
> hilighting my feminine lines while downplaying any 'boyish'
> features. I could see my sister standing behind me, and the
> more I looked the more subtle difference I saw. But my first
> impression was that I looked just as she had looked on that
> day she had worn the dress a few years earlier.
>
> As I stood up, the illusion was ruined. I was still wearing
> the pink tights that would have gone with the fairy costume.
> The pink against the blue of the dress clashed and made the
> whole outfit look like a clown suit. My sister looked at my
> legs and told my mom "We've got to do something about that". I
> gladly started to reach down to remove the tights, but my
> sister stopped me warming me that my nails were still wet and
> I would probably get the color all over her nice dress. In no
> time, my mother reached up under my dress to strip the pink