Brother to Sister

It all started when I was 9. I was born with a twin sister. We use to dress in each other's clothes to trick our parents. On one fateful day, we had gone over to a neighbor's house to play. Unknown to us at the time, our parents were having a very heated argument which would lead to separation and eventually divorce. But that is jumping a little ahead. As I said, we were over at a neighbor's house playing when my sister suggested that we switch clothes before heading home to play a joke on our parents like we usually did. So I readily agreed and swapped my normal boy's short, t-shirt, and underwear for her frilly panties and dress.

Upon arriving home, we noticed a moving van in the driveway, and my bed and dresser being loaded in the back of it by some movers. Dad come out of the front door at that moment and directed me inside while he talked with my "brother." Our joke seemed to work like normal. Little did I know, that was one joke that we wouldn't get the last laugh on.

I entered the house to find Mom sitting on the couch. She looked like she had been crying. I crawled up next to her, remembering to smooth the dress under me like my sister did. I asked her what was going on, and she explained the Dad was moving out and taking my "brother" with him. When I heard this, I ran to door just in time to see my sister and father driving away. That was the last time I saw my sister.

The rest of the night was a blur. I don't even remember going to bed. Mom woke me for school the next day. As I lay in bed, I felt the frilly lace on the sheets and the softness of girls pajamas on my body. I opened my eyes to see Mom walking out of the closet holding the school uniform jumper that my sister would wear. That is when I realized what this situation really meant for me. I was going to be living as my sister. Mom walked out of the room with a comment about hurrying up so I could eat breakfast before going to school.

I dressed in what was now my school uniform and hurried down stairs. I tried to explain to Mom that I was really hear son, but she said she didn't feel like dealing with my jokes. She said she understood that I was missing Dad, but I was going to live with her and that was the end of it. The way she left the conversation told me that I had to resign to my fate of being a girl.