"Here's is Aunt Susan's phone number, and Mrs. Spencer down the street will look in on you, and you can call her any time. And here are the emergency numbers on the refrigerator, and you have enough food for two weeks..." said Judith.

"Mom! I'm not 12 years old! I'm sixteen!" said Becky.

"We've got it" added John. "We know where everything is, and who to call."

"And no friends over while we're gone, and we'll call you every day, and don't forget to do the dishes and take out the trash, and Becky, keep your room clean, and vacuum the living room..."

"Mom!!! You already gave us the list of chores!"

"I know. I just worry about you being alone. This is your first time without someone staying with you. My baby is growing up."

They hugged, and said their goodbyes. John got a hug from his dad, but shied away. He didn't like open shows of affection like that, in front of Judith and Becky.

The kids watched their parents drive away to the airport. Becky went to her room, and right away was on the phone with her friends. John played X-box in the living room. No parents for a week! In the summer with no school! This would be so fun!

An hour later, Becky went into the living room.

"Mom said no friends over, but she said I could go out" she said.

"I know" replied John, not looking up from his video game.

"So I'm going to the movie with Sarah and Michelle. Then we're going out for dinner. You can heat up the frozen pizza. I'll be home about 10 or so."

"I won't tell if you're late" said John, still not looking up at her.

"Cool. C-ya!"

Becky walked out the front door, and got into Sarah's car. John heard them drive away. He waited fifteen minutes, to make sure they weren't coming back, then turned off the game. He locked the doors, pulled down the curtains, and headed into Becky's room. This was going to be the best day of his life!

* * *

First John went and took a shower. He wanted to be very clean. He used his stepsister's shampoo, pink soap and body wash. He even used her shower razor to shave his legs. After he dried off, he wrapped the towel around himself, and headed into her room. The ever present music was playing. He decided that if he was going to do this right, he should turn it up, just as she liked to do.

He knew now were everything was. He went to her panty drawer, and took out the softest silkiest pair he could find. They had lace edges, and were so frilly and feminine that he got hard right away. He eagerly put them on, then walked to his stepmother's room.

He dug around in the dresser until he found her bras. Becky had bras, but they were too small for what he wanted. Even with the cups stuffed full, he felt inadequate. He didn't need a girl's bra, he needed one for a *woman*. He put it on expertly, and stuffed it full with some of his undershirts. Now he looked like he was stacked. For the first time, he felt like he had the proper breast size.

Next, John went back to his sister's room. She had a couple of pair of pantyhose, and he wanted to wear them. There was a darker pair, and a lighter one. He chose the darker. They made his legs look tan, smooth, and sexy. He liked that. Now he was ready for a skirt.

He dug through his Becky's closet, then his stepmother's until he found just what he was looking for. A black skirt, that came down to just above his knees. He put it on, zipped it up in back, and admired himself in the mirror. He turned, and was thrilled as he felt the soft fabric brush against the pantyhose, sending delicious shivers of sensation up and down his legs.

Then he took his sister's white lacy top from a hanger, and put it on. It was very frilly, puffy, and feminine. It fit him wonderfully! You could clearly see the bra beneath it, with the sheer white fabric. The long lacy sleeves ended with frilly cuffs, and puffed out grandly. He felt so wonderful! He felt so right! He was ecstatic.

John went to Becky's vanity, sat down, and pulled out her makeup kit. There were all sorts of powders, lipsticks, brushes, bottles and vials. He had read so many articles in the magazines he stole from her, that he had a good idea what everything was. Only his hands were unskilled at applying it, because he never had the chance to do it before.

He picked up the foundation, and put on too thick of a layer. As he waited for it to dry, he sorted through the various powders, trying to find the concealer for a pimple had had on his chin. He finally found it, and put on just the right amount.

Next, he took the eye shadow, and applied an ample amount. Actually, more than was necessary. But he was just learning. He took the mascara, and put some on, but it clumped up a bit. But that was ok, he would take all the makeup off when he was done, and try again. This was just a practice run.

He put on too much rouge, which failed to bring out his cheekbones. He ran his finger along the small ridge, trying to get a better idea of where he should have stopped. Then he applied the lipstick, and did a good job of that. And he did a decent job with the nail polish for a first try.

He looked like a cheap tart, wearing way too much makeup. He used her remover to take it all off (except the nail polish which was good enough to keep), then he went to carefully wash his face so he could try again. After his face dried, he sat down and went at it a second time.

He was making great progress now! He used less foundation, so it dried quickly and more evenly. He used less rouge, and it lit up his face! He picked a more subtle color for the eyeshadow, and it made him look sultry, instead of cheap. He started to apply the mascara.

"It won't clump up if you don't put so much on, and use light strokes" said Becky.

John froze. No! She was at the movies! She wouldn't be home for at least two more hours! How could she be here! He was caught, wearing her clothes, dressed up like a girl, and putting on makeup! Even through the layers of foundation and powder, you could see him blush.

"Let me show you how" said Becky, taking the mascara from him. He allowed her to, not knowing what to do or to say.

Becky expertly applied the mascara, then looked over John's face.

"You need some liner, and a few touchups, but for the most part, you did a good job. I'm impressed!"

He was shocked that she seemed supportive of him, and wasn't making fun of him. He thought that she would have ran to grab a camera to blackmail him, or do something mean. But here she was, being supportive, and nice!

"Becky, I'm sorry I went through your things" he said meekly.

"That's all right Jodi, as long as you are careful with my clothes."

She called him Jodi! A girl's name! He felt elated all of a sudden. She was treating him like a sister! He let her finish putting on the makeup, then he looked into the mirror. He could not believe what it did to his face! Other than his boy's haircut, he looked just like a girl! One with big boobs, and dressed in sexy clothes too!

"I've got a surprise for you" said Becky, heading into her closet. She emerged a moment later with a box. She took it to the vanity, opened the top, and had 'Jodi' look inside. It was a blond wig! With long curly hair! She positioned it on John's head, and secured it in place.

John looked in the mirror. Now he looked completely like a girl! There was no trace of boy left in him at all. Anyone who walked in to the room at that moment would have sworn that there were two sisters, and no boys at all.

"You look very pretty Jodi" said Becky.

"Thank you Becky. I *feel* pretty."

"You like to feel *feminine*, don't you?"

"I feel feminine. I'm a girl now."

Becky smiled. Her plan had worked perfectly.

* * *

"Jodi, come with me" said Becky. She went to the kitchen, and poured a glass of water, then handed it to Jodi. She pulled a bottle of pills out of her purse.

"My mom had a hysterectomy. She takes estrogen pills now. Ever since she remarried, I've been stealing some, a few here and there so she never noticed. I've got about thirty of them now in this bottle" she said as she took the top off, and pulled out three of them. She handed them over to Jodi.

"What am I supposed to do with these?" asked Jodi.

"Take them."

"But...."

"But what? They're just female sex hormones."

"But they'll effect me, won't they?"

"Yes they will Jodi. But don't you want to have your own real boobs, instead of stuffing your bra full? Don't you want to be like me?" she said, as she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, letting Jodi get a peek at her bare chest underneath.

"Just keep taking them, and you'll look like this some day. You want to look like this, don't you? You want to be just like me."

With a trembling hand, Jodi took the pills from Becky, put them in her mouth, and swallowed them. She didn't know why, but she did have such a strong urge to be just like Becky! At that moment, she really really wanted to have real breasts.

Becky buttoned her blouse back up.

"You will take three of these every day."

"Yes" said Jodi meekly. She didn't know why, but she knew that she would obey.

"In time, you will be real girl. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes. I want to be a real girl like you."

"I read something interesting" said Becky, as the two 'sisters' sat on her bed, looking through glossy magazines.

"What's that Becky?"

"Well, you know my mom's uncle Bill lives near that freeway, and you always hear all that noise?"

"Yeah, when we go there, I can't stand it."

"Well, he's been there so long that he just tunes it out. The noise is there, but he really doesn't hear it anymore."

"I guess so" said Jodi.

"Well, I read that when someone does something like that, they are very vulnerable to subliminal messages. Because they don't hear the noise with their conscious mind, it goes right to their subconscious. So any messages that are included with the noise aren't even noticed by the person anymore."

"That's interesting" said Jodi, hardly looking up from the article on new fall fashions.

"Then there's another thing. I found out a long time ago that any noise from my room could be heard from the next bedroom over through the heating duct. Like if I played my radio in here, you could here it over there."

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