她也变得更健谈，像少女，不是成熟女人。这让约翰兴奋，晚上能听见他们做爱，床簧吱吱响。女孩们咯咯笑，知道咋回事。

但贝琪笑得更开心，因为她知道这会是他们最后几次做爱。很快，她后爸会对女人完全没兴趣。他会想变成女人。

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终于，贝琪注意到她后爸行为有些微妙变化。他说话方式略不同，开始表达情绪。绝对不是男性的行为。她还见他读她的《Cosmo Girl》，过去他绝不会碰。

她的调教起效了！就像对乔迪，当她还是男的时候。现在可以进计划下一阶段。

贝琪知道周六晚上，她后爸要跟哥们去看篮球赛。她安排好那晚带乔迪去朋友家过夜。还确保得跟约翰差不多时候出发。当然，他主动开车，想显得乐于帮女孩们，尤其是乔迪。

贝琪拖到最后一刻，才开始化妆，帮乔迪弄头发。

“快点，女孩们，得走了，”约翰不耐烦。

“快好了，爸！”她答。

“要迟到了！”他说。

“爸！女孩准备要时间，”她气呼呼答。

她尽量拖，最后才让乔迪拿包上车。约翰气坏了，因为迟到，会错过比赛开头。车上他几次发脾气。

第二天，贝琪找机会跟她妈单独聊。

“妈，我觉得爸真不懂女孩，”她说。

“男人没几个懂，亲爱的，”朱迪丝答。

“是，可他气我们迟到！但我不能顶着乱头发去朋友家！乔迪还得我帮她准备。她刚开始学变美。”

“你给她的法式辫子编得真好。”

“谢了，妈！但你看，爸就是不懂。他不懂女孩准备得干啥。不欣赏。他还气我们花太久。”

“典型男人，”朱迪丝摇头。她这些年跟好多男人经历过这事。

“我想教他。让他懂，这样他再也不会气我们，”贝琪说。

“你打算咋教？我试了好多年，”朱迪丝答。

“不知道你能不能，但我觉着特酷，如果你能说服他一晚穿你的衣服。让他化妆，涂指甲，啥都来。”

“你后爸绝不会干，”朱迪丝说。

“跟他说这是为了更理解乔迪。想想乔迪见她爸这么努力理解她会有多激动。可能正是她需要的，跟他重新亲近。”

朱迪丝觉得贝琪说得有理。她保证跟约翰谈。

那晚，卧室里吵了半天。那晚没床簧吱吱，之后五晚也没。第六晚贝琪听到有节奏的吱吱，她知道他妥协了。

她溜进游戏室换磁带，换了带点不同信息的。

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周五晚上，全家待家看电影。爆米花好了，汽水准备好，录像机准备放朱迪丝和贝琪选的浪漫喜剧。女孩们在沙发上，咯咯笑着聊学校八卦，但没见朱迪丝和约翰。

“咋这么久？”乔迪说。

“我大概知道。但不想剧透，”贝琪说，“哎，今天学校你见菲尔没？信不信他穿那条水洗裤？”

又开始咯咯笑。

与此同时，约翰在卧室特不自在。他穿着丝内裤和胸罩，塞得满满。朱迪丝让他穿上连裤袜和衬裙。她准备红裙子给他穿，他脸红得要命。

他觉得自己会羞死，但怪的是，穿上裙子，她拉好后拉链，他感觉舒服。不止，穿裙子感觉对。比穿裤子舒服多了。他希望自己的衣服也这么舒服。

约翰没抗议，朱迪丝给他化妆，涂指甲。

“这颜色我喜欢，”他说，她熟练地轻刷。她怪怪地看他一眼，但继续弄。

最后，她拿出为这场合租的假发。今晚约翰变金发，长发垂到肩下。他穿着这身几乎算美。

他转身照镜子，感觉裙子柔软布料蹭着裤袜，脊椎酥麻。每动、每触、每感觉都不一样，穿上裙子后。

他得承认：目前，他喜欢！他很惊讶，但真的。他喷了点朱迪丝最爱的香水，转身出门。

“你美极了，亲爱的，”朱迪丝说。

“你也是，”他答。

他们走过走廊，进客厅。

“爸！”乔迪说。

“爸！”贝琪说。俩人对视。

“抱歉久了，”他答，“现在懂为啥你们准备久了。我再也不会气你们慢。”

女孩们给了他大拥抱，大家坐下看电影。看完，他们聊角色、关系，喜欢或不喜欢电影啥。他们玩得太开心，约翰同意以后每周搞“女孩电影夜”。这能让他跟女儿们，甚至妻子更理解。

约翰脱衣服准备睡，感觉特难过。脱胸罩时，他突然觉得自己胸太平，好不足。他渴望地看着妻子。她做女人真幸运！他好爱她。

他们相拥入睡。

“谢谢你为女孩们这样做。她们真喜欢。”

“不客气。我每周都会为她们做。”

他没说自己等不及下周再穿裙子，感觉内疚。

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接下来三周都一样：约翰烦工作，活到周五，回家变女人。那晚是他人生高光，穿女装、化妆、像女孩。夜结束他特烦。时间飞逝！比他无聊的男性生活好玩多了。

所以到了一年一度去北边湖边租小屋过周末，约翰决定整个周末做女孩。

他回家照常打扮。但没坐下看电影，他们开车去威斯康星湖边过周末。

“这周末，我的名字是琳达（Linda）。没人知道我真是谁，”他说。

“没问题，琳达，”朱迪丝说。

他们都笑了。

几小时后到了。隔壁邻居看着两个女人和两个小女孩卸车，搬东西进小屋。他觉得金发女挺可爱。明天得去自我介绍。四个女的，起码有一个会喜欢他。

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那晚，约翰第一次穿睡裙睡。他爱死了，发誓以后都穿睡裙，哪怕得扮男人。早上洗澡，他不假思索刮了腿。刮完才反应过来，低头看光滑皮肤。

但他嫌胸毛碍事。得刮掉，还有腋毛。弄完，他身上没毛，淋浴排水口堵了一堆毛。他记得出来时清理。

约翰扮女人，化妆。选了短裙，晒晒腿，秀一秀。三女孩都满意他的样子。

他们去自然步道散步，野餐午饭。开车回小屋，在后 deck 休息。隔壁男人拿了六罐啤酒过来。

“女士们，来杯酒？”他说。从他突出的啤酒肚看，他喝了不少啤酒。

“不了，谢谢，”朱迪丝说，“我们不喝啤酒。只喝葡萄酒。”

“那我拿葡萄酒，”他说。

“我们不在女孩们面前喝酒，”约翰说，尽量掩饰声音。

“哦，我也爱小孩，”男人说，“我有两个，跟我前妻住。可爱的小东西。你们叫啥？”他低头看女孩们。

“她们不跟陌生人说话，”朱迪丝冷冷说。

“我不是陌生人！我是弗洛伊德（Floyd）。在这湖边住了快三十年。女士们需要啥，叫我。我乐意帮忙。很高兴认识，夫人，”他盯着约翰的眼。

他走后，大家都笑了。

“琳达！你刚被男的搭讪！”贝琪说。

“习惯点，”朱迪丝开玩笑，“像你这么辣的金发女，男的会老围着你。”

约翰不敢承认。他先是觉得弗洛伊德的关注挺受用，但发现自己喜欢。喜欢被男的搭讪！有点刺激，让他从没过的酥麻。

“不！”他想，但无法否认。他喜欢做女人，一旦穿上裙子，他不再被女人吸引。他感觉被男人吸引。

“我希望我真是女人，”他说。

“约翰，你认真的？”朱迪丝问。

“琳达，”他纠正。

“好，琳达。这周末后看你感觉。如果还想做女人，或者想回家做自己。”

“我要证明给他们看，”琳达想，“证明我多像女人。他们当我是男的。我要证明。”

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第二天，琳达跟大家说：“我不太舒服，你们去吧。”

大家去海滩后，琳达穿上太阳裙，去 deck 晒太阳。果不其然，弗洛伊德几分钟就来了。

“甩掉其他人，嗯？”他说。

“弗洛伊德，我现在想喝那杯葡萄酒，”琳达说。

五分钟后，他拿了个泡沫杯，装满估计两年的粉红葡萄酒。琳达表现得像他拿了200块的波尔多。

两小时后，女孩们回来，见琳达坐在弗洛伊德腿上，笑着聊，互相摸来摸去。

“我觉得我恋爱了，”弗洛伊德说。

琳达咧嘴笑。

“琳达？”朱迪丝说，“你在干啥？”

“谈恋爱，”她答。

朱迪丝赶走弗洛伊德，把琳达带进卧室谈。

“咋回事，约翰？不是玩游戏，你在跟男人调情。我们结婚了，你却跟别的男人搞乱！”

“对不起，朱迪丝，但我们都是女人，我不喜欢那个。”

“你其实是男人！你是约翰！”

“过去是，但我不这么看自己了。越做女人，我越知道这才是我该做的。”

“可你讨厌我们儿子变乔迪！”

“因为我内心知道自己是下一个，我怕承认。”

“你认真的？你真想余生做女人？”

“我是女人。这不是选择。这是我，一直是我。只是我不知道。”

朱迪丝眼里含泪。她失去最好的朋友和爱人，但如果他真想要，她也希望他如愿。琳达也哭，但喜悦的泪。贝琪开心，她要独占妈了。乔迪也开心，爸爱她，愿意展示多在乎她。

四个女孩一起，幸福地生活下去。

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Sisters

by Jennifer White

John Brookfield Jr. was fourteen when his father, John Sr. got remarried. His mother had divorced him, and moved to California, so they had lived alone for a couple of years. But then his dad fell in love again, and within a year, he was married to Judith. She was pretty nice as a step-mom, and treated him well in general. He didn't really hate her too much.

It was her daughter Becky that he hated. Becky was two years older than he was, and very bossy. She was upset that she didn't have all of her mother's attention anymore, and she blamed John's dad. But since she couldn't do much to him, she took it out on his son. So John was always being picked on.

She was older, smarter, and stronger. He tried not to whine about it too much, but sometimes she just got to be such an annoyance that he wanted to hit her. But his father had taught him from a very early age: you never hit a girl, no matter what.

Becky was in the full swing of puberty, and was starting to develop into a young woman. This also intimidated John, who was now starting to have an interest in girls for the first time. He found it hard not to stare at her budding breasts, or not to think that just on the other side of the wall from him, through the heating duct, was a girl laying on the bed.

He could hear the music she was always playing on her CD player, and it bugged him. He would ask her to turn it off, but she didn't want to. John's dad suggested to her that she turn it down as a compromise. It was typical of the little spats that the children would have with each other.

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Things calmed down to a dull roar over time, with John and Becky still having the occasional scraps, but for the most part, they tried to stay out of each other's way. They had to share one bathroom, and John was becoming increasingly nose about her things. He was so turned on by all of the girly stuff she had laying around.

One day, when he got out of the shower, he noticed that she had left a bra hanging on the door. He picked it up, smelled it, and felt it with his hands.

"This holds up breasts" he thought to himself, as he caressed it. Touching something that touched breasts was almost one step from him actually touching them himself! He felt really turned on thinking of breasts like that.

He looked in the mirror, and saw himself holding the white bra. For some reason, he suddenly had an urge to put it on! That was silly, he was a boy, and boys don't wear bras. But he decided that out of curiosity, he would do it just this once, to see what it felt like.

He hooked it up with some difficulty, and looked in the mirror. Oops, he had the wrong hooks together, and it looked like a mess in back. He struggled to take it off, then put it back on correctly. Now he looked at himself.

He felt tingly all over! He felt such excitement!

But suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Are you going to take all day in there? What's going on?" said Becky.

John panicked, and hurried to get out of the thing. But it seemed that the more he struggled, the more twisted in it he became. He finally got it off without unhooking it! Only then did he undo the hooks, and hang it back on the door. He saw red marks on his body from where the straps had been pressed tight. He hoped they would go away fast!

He scrambled to get his clothes on and brush his hair. He unlocked the door, and saw the impatient Becky standing there with her arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Geez, you're so slow in there you'd think that you were a girl!"

After having just warn the bra, he was too afraid to get into a fight, so he let the insult go, and scurried off to his room.

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John tried not to think about it, but for the next week, whenever he laid down to go to sleep, he would think about the bra, and how it felt to wear. He couldn't get his mind off of girls clothes. He had started to sneak into Becky's room when she was out, and looked through her drawers. He even stole a pair of panties, and hid them under his mattress. Then at night, he would put them on. They felt so good against his body!

He was sure that he had been very smart, and very careful. She would never miss them. Next time, he hoped that he could get one of her bras. Or one of Judith's if he had to. He would start a small, secret collection that he could wear when he felt the urge, which seemed to be coming more and more frequently lately.

"I wonder if I should take a skirt too?" he thought as he plotted his next secret trip into Becky's room.

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As John kept dressing in his stepsister's clothes, he began to discover masturbation for the first time. Soon, he was doing it every night, using a Kleenex to keep from getting a mess on everything. Just the thought of putting on a bra or panties would get him hard now.

He was still interested in the girls at school, but just a glimpse of a bra strap would arouse him as much as the girl herself. He felt funny about it, and hoped that nobody would ever find out his secret. He felt a certain distance from the other boys because of this, but it made him somehow feel closer to the girls. They wore bras, he wore bras. They wore panties, he wore panties. He was more like them somehow.

This kept up for quite some time. Every now and then, John would get bored with his collection of girl's clothes, and decide he would need something else. He might trade in one pair of panties for another one. Or take something different he didn't have before.

And every night he got off on wearing girl's clothes. That was his favorite part of the day, when he would lay in bed dressed a bra and panties, with perhaps a skirt or a blouse, and make himself climax. He would imagine that he was a real girl.

One day, he had the idea to start stuffing the bra, to make it look like he had breasts. He absolutely loved it, and swore to do it every time from now on. He loved the idea of having breasts, and wished secretly that he had real ones.

He started stealing his stepsister's magazines and books, and would read them in secret. Soon, he knew all of the female beauty secrets, from how to put on makeup, to how to do your hair, to the best way to coordinate an outfit. He was an avid reader, and soaked in all he could learn.

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He couldn't remember exactly when, but John started having dreams. Girl dreams. He started to dream that he was a real girl, with breasts, a vagina, and everything. When he woke up, he would be so disappointed that he was just a boy. The dreams were so real! He wished they would come true.

But nothing of the sort happened in real life of course. But there was some news that excited him. It was coming up to his dad and Judith's one year anniversary. They were going to Florida for a week to celebrate their first year together. Since he was getting along with Becky better now, they decided that the both of them could manage to make it on their own.

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