and I missed getting my haircut for almost three months before school was out for the summer. When my sister came home from school (she had gone to summer school the year before) G-ma told her about her sissy brother and the way he had acted the summer before. Sis laughed -I thought at me. I found out later she didn't mean it that way. It was a warm spring day, and after lunch, I asked Sis if she would like to come with me while I got some slingshot rocks. She walked to the gravel bank (about a mile) and I showed Sis which kind of pebbles I wanted. We talked and joked while picking out a couple of pocketsful. On the way home, she asked if she could shoot my slingshot. Boy! She was a better shot than I was. She even clobbered a prairie dog that was dumb enough to stand by his hole while she took three shots to hit him. We laughed and started on back to the house. She put her arm around my shoulders and we walked along that way for awhile. Suddenly, she stopped, turned towards me, looked straight at me and asked if I liked dressing up in her clothes. I couldn't look at her. I stammered around for a moment and finally said that I did. She hugged and kissed me. She took me by the hand and as we walked on home, she asked me if I would dress up for her. I told her that I would if she promised not to laugh at me or call me a sissy. She promised, then I made her promise, too, that she wouldn't say anything to G-ma, as she thought I hated to dress in girl's clothes.

One afternoon, the folks went to town after lunch, and as they drove away, Sis took me by the hand and we went upstairs. As she picked out the clothes for me, she giggled and said I would really look like a girl when she got through with me. I started to take off my clothes, and was suddenly frozen with embarrassment. I blushed as I told Sis I had never undressed in front of her before. She just laughed and said she had changed my diapers many times-so go ahead and get undressed. I was still blushing as I grabbed a pair of panties and put them on just to cover my nakedness. I blushed all over again when she helped me into —of all things—a bra. Then came the garter belt and stockings, the slip and finally the dress and shoes. I still had one more blush coming, though, as she padded the bra with falsies!! I looked down at my nicely contoured figure and headed for the mirror. She grabbed me and said, "Not yet". We went downstairs and she lit the lamp to heat the curling iron. Sis had had some training as a hairdresser, and when the iron was ready, she smiled and went to work on my hair. I sat patiently as she marcelled my hair. When she finished I started for the mirror again and once more she said "Not yet". She applied some makeup and lip- stick before she finally said "Now”. I ran upstairs and stood staring at me for several minutes. Although my hair was still short, it now lay in

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