You see, when Alyssa had been a little younger, before she met her current friends, she used to be a very "girlie girl", dressing in pink and all that. But her friends all wore black clothes, died their hair black. They even painted their nails black. And since she had been hanging out with them so much, she was starting to dress like them and look like them.

That was a bonus for me. If she wasn't wearing her pink skirt anymore, there was much less of a chance that she would notice if I borrowed it for a few weeks to keep in my room, or if I didn't put it back in the right spot.

Alyssa spent a lot of time off with her gloomy friends, so I was starting to dress up almost every day. One time, I even tried on some of her makeup, but I suddenly panicked when I saw myself in the mirror, fully dressed up like a chick, wearing makeup.

It was like it wasn't just a turn-on to dress up anymore. I had gone so far that I didn't recognize myself. I looked almost like a real girl that day. I was wearing a skirt, a blouse, a stuffed bra, pantyhose, high heels shoes, and makeup. I thought about how I had shaved my legs and my chest that morning, and how I was about to go read Glamour, so I could learn more about how to do my nails.

It was like I was starting to *become* a chick, and I was losing myself. When I saw me in the mirror looking back that day, I felt lost. I felt like I somehow had a feminine side now, and she was trying to take over. I saw rings on my fingers which I didn't remember putting on. I was wearing a necklace too. Where had that come from?

I hurried to pull it all off of me, not even caring if I ripped something as I tore it all off. I put things back where they belonged, then took a very long hot shower, because I felt so unclean.

I went to my room, removed the panties and bras I had stashed (and which I had been sleeping in lately), and put them all back too. There. All the girlie stuff was gone from my room.

I swore that I would never dress up again.

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In order to keep myself from being tempted to dress up, I tried to stay away from the house when I was the only one there. I even stopped sneaking into Alyssa's room to take money from her bank. I just didn't want to ever see myself like that again, and I wasn't going to let myself have the temptation to dress up again.

But one rainy day, there was no ball game to play outdoors with the guys. There was nothing to do. I was broke, so I couldn't go to the movies. So was stuck at home, watching TV. If only I had some money!

It was then that I remembered what Alyssa had said the night before to mom: she had babysat, and they had just given her a big bonus because she did such a good job.

Wow, this was the perfect time to strike. She had lots of money, so she would never notice if just a little of it was gone. I took a deep breath, and snuck into her room. I quickly made for the piggybank, and reached inside to pull out the cash. But it was empty.

Darn it! She must be onto me. She must have stashed it somewhere else. I knew from rummaging through her walk-in closet, that she had another piggybank up on the back shelf. She must have put everything in there. I walked into her closet to check that out.

When I walked into the closet, the strangest thing happened: the door slammed shut behind me! I turned to try and pull it open, but it would not budge. And to make matters worse, as I turned, my shirt snagged on a bar from the clothes rack, and my shirt tore wide open.

I reached for my shirt, but it was kind of just falling off of me. I reached down to pick it up off the floor (so that it wouldn't be laying there when I got out of the closet!), but when I did that, my pants tore! They too fell to the ground, and they pulled off my boxers with them. I was standing there completely naked.

I panicked. What was going on? How could my clothes just fall off me like this? It was impossible. This could not be real. But what happened to me next was even worse.

Yes, I know you'll think that I'm insane. But it is truly what happened. The first thing that I noticed was that something seemed to fly right by my head with a woosh. I turned to look, but I couldn't see what it was. I took a step back towards the door, and stepped on something.

I looked down, and saw that it was just the sexiest pair of pink panties I had ever seen. They were silky and lacy, and right under my feet. They hadn't been there before! What were they doing there, right under my feet?

I immediately got really hard, and had just the strongest urge to put them on. It was as if they were calling out to me, telling me to wear them. So I turned away. I had swore to myself that I would never wear girl's clothes again. I wasn't about to start again now.

But the panties wouldn't take 'no' for an answer it seemed. Somehow, they were aligned so that my feet were right over the holes. And before I knew what was going on, they started to pull *themselves* up my legs!

I yelled out loud. I reached down to stop them, but they were too strong. The continued to climb up my leg, inch by inch, until the reached my waist. I was wearing panties now. Sexy pink ones. I reached down to try and pull them off, but it was useless.

Discouraged, I gave up and let my arms drop to my side. That was a mistake, because as soon as my hands weren't clutching the panties, something flew right over them. I looked down in terror, to see that my hands had just gone through the loops of a bra. A pink bra, which matched the panties. And now, it was working its way up my arms.

I struggled against it, but the bra was too strong. I pulled itself up inch by inch, until the straps were almost up to my shoulders. It moved like an animal, with the wiry strength that an animal has. Like, have you ever tried to hold down a cat that wants to get away? It is amazing how strong a little animal can be. The bra was like that too. I couldn't stop it.

I had an idea in a flash, that if I could grab the ends of the bra, to keep them from fastening themselves in back, that I might be able to get it off of me. I grabbed the two flapping ends at my side, and tried to pull them to the front.

I was too busy wrestling with the bra to notice what was going on, down on the floor. That was why it was such a shock when I felt the soft touch of nylon on my feet. A pair of pantyhose down there was starting to pull itself onto me!

I let go the bra to reach down and stop the pantyhose, but that was a mistake, because I immediately felt the two ends of the strap wrap themselves around me, and fasten together in the back.

I screamed, and reached up to try and pull off the bra. But that was just the opening the pantyhose needed to keep snaking up my legs, encasing them in nylon. I tried to stop them, but I couldn't. And now I actually started to cry.

One of Alyssa's old green plaid skirts now flew off of the hanger it was on, and started to move on the floor towards me. It rippled like waves, as it moved towards me. I backed away towards the wall, but it had me cornered.

With my eyes on the skirt, I didn't see what was coming from behind. I felt something soft touching me on my back. I turned to look at what it was, and the skirt used that momentary opening to jump onto my feet.

I looked down, and the thing in my back, which turned out to be a white frilly blouse, grabbed me. I mean, it really did grab me! It held my hands behind me, as if a strong person was back there restraining me. I could see the lacy frilly cuffs holding onto me.

The skirt was now free to work its way up my legs. But when it got to my ankles, it stopped, and wrapped itself up very tight. That made me unable to walk at all.

As my mind raced, trying to comprehend what was going on, the next horror revealed itself. A smell. I smelled an odor that was quite distinctive: nail polish.

I felt a pressure on my hand. A light dabbing. I knew what was going on: nail polish was being applied to me! I used all my strength to try and pull my hands forward.

But in a flash, at the moment I did that, the blouse moved quicker than me. And when I moved my hands forward, all I did was move them up into the sleeves of the blouse! Now it was easy for the blouse to wrap itself around me, and start to button up as I looked down helplessly.

I was in the blouse now, and the skirt resumed moving up my legs. I reached down to try and stop it, but it was no use. I looked over to my slide, and I saw the bottle of nail polish and the brush floating in midair, moving towards my hands. I turned and took a step away from it....and right into shoes.

I heard a zipper noise, and I felt leather wrapping itself around me. I felt my heel way up in the air as compared to my toes. I had just stepped into high heel boots. They were almost knee high, and they had a very pointy toe. They were smaller than my feet, and at first it was very painful to be in them, but then somehow the pain subsided. I guessed that I was just getting used to them.

From head to toe, I was dressed like a girl now.

At that moment, the closet door flew open, as fast as I could move in the high heeled boots, I got out of there. But the door to Alyssa's room was locked, and I could not get it to budge! I was still trapped in her room.

And that was when her jewelry attacked me. The ring flew at me and onto my finger so fast, that I didn't even see it coming. As I reached up to try and pull it off of me, two bracelets few onto my hands, and painfully worked their way across me, until they were on my wrists. I had tried them on before, and they had been too small to fit. But now they were on me, and I looked at my hands in amazement. They looked smaller now than they should be. Somehow, the bracelets had changed my hands!

But I didn't have time to contemplate this because the next moment, a pair of big loopy earrings flew through the air, and grabbed my ears. I hadn't put any on the other day, because unlike Alyssa, my ears were not pierced. And that was why it was so painful now, as the earrings pressed into my earlobes, driving themselves through my flesh. I yelled out in pain, but it was useless.

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