Every Year

Imagine me. A slim eighteen year old boy, dressed. I mean Dressed. Dressed up that is, in my sister's clothes. I felt good, very good. In fact I felt incredible. I had done this several times before when my parents had been away but never to this extent. They were away for two nights, visiting Uncle George in northern Scotland, my sister was at college and I had full access to the clothes she had left at home.

I looked at myself in the mirror, standing there wearing her school uniform. She still had it though she left school for college last year and, two years younger than her, it fitted me like a glove. I studied the reflection. The wig was mine, I had bought it for a fancy-dress party two years earlier, long shoulder-length, red hair, smooth and shiny, it felt good hanging down beside my face. Medium-size clip earrings, I know they were not supposed to be worn with the uniform but lots of the girls at school did. White blouse, tight over my 'tits', just allowing my black bra to show through but not revealing the padding inside the cups. Open at the collar with two buttons temptingly undone.

Navy skirt, actually quite tight, I was wider there than Kate. And the dress was short too on me, maybe 6" above the knee, I was taller than her. Really a bit sexy. I liked that, just a hint of me being more than a schoolgirl, the possibility of more, something alluring, something desirable. And legs. I really did think I had nice legs. I was wearing black tights, 15 denier, thick enough to cover my light leg hair but thin and smooth enough to give me a good feeling. The shoes had been a problem, Kate's feet were two sizes smaller than mine. I had bought some for myself, from a factory shop I had passed on my way home from town one day. Black and shiny, with high heels, they tightened the muscles on my calves and added to the feminine look.

Trying to look like a schoolgirl had presented a little problem regarding makeup. I liked to go 'too far' when I got dressed up but dare not on that occasion. So just a little cream over my smoothed face, a little blusher, mascara, eye-shadow, I had used eyeliner in the way my friends did at school, the girls that is, to basically outline my eyes and give me an appealing look. And nail varnish, not bright but definitely there, matching the deep pink colouring on my lips.