It's Not Aimee After All

My name isn’t Aimee. I wanted to make that perfectly clear at the very beginning. I’m a guy, and my mom and dad would hardly have given me such a feminine name. I’m also quite straight and masculine, so I would not have chosen such a name for myself either. In all honesty though, I do sometimes answer to that name. That part is a much longer story…

The house was full of people. They had spilled out into the yard as well. My parents had invited family, friends, and neighbors to come and see us off. I guess you would call it a ‘Bon Voyage’ party of sorts. Jennifer and Brianna, my two sisters had all of their friends there. These friends came in two groups, their girlfriends and their boyfriends. There were large groups of each! My friends Bill and John were there to wish me well. They were also there to scout around to see what they could find amongst my sister’s girlfriends. My sister’s female friends were always fertile grounds for finding stuck up, self-centered bitches. There was little doubt that the biggest of these stuck up, self-centered, bitches were my sisters themselves. Then again, I knew them and being their brother was obligated to love them. I had overheard many of their discussions involving mostly the boys that had crossed their paths as I had sat for many hours with my ear to the wall in the next room. In recent years, strategically hidden electronic devices had assisted with this effort.

There had been several parties in this house over the past week or two. Since I had been graduated from high school just a week or two ago it seems that there had been an almost non stop procession of family and friends that had come to either visit and wish me well, and/or Party.

Jennifer was circulating amongst her friends, which had previously been divided into two distinct groups, divided by gender. The two groups had since intermingled. Brianna was nowhere to be found, having run upstairs to finish some last minute packing. One or two of her best girlfriends had joined her. They hadn’t been gone very long when Brianna and her friends slithered down the stairs. Making a beeline straight for me Brianna announced that the bags awaited my attention at the top of the stairs. Although I was the youngest of the siblings, being the only male I knew better than to argue and headed up the stairs and dragged the three bags down to the boot of the car.

It wouldn’t be long at all before we were off. This was going to be the greatest vacation ever! My uncle Bob, who had some sort of import position in his electronics firm, had been transferred to America four or five years ago to head up a new division for his company. Of course, he had taken my aunt Mary along with him. They had greatly surprised the family when they had announced that they would be returning to England to visit for a full month this summer. My sisters and I figured that it would be good to see our aunt and uncle again, but the next news to arrive was even better. Bob and Mary had suggested that us three kids, They still thought of us as ‘Kids’ even though the youngest of us of us were well into their late teens by now, might travel to America while they visited here in a sort of ‘House exchange’. While they stayed with mom and dad we would stay at their place.

It took the three of us more than a week to convince mom and dad, who were more than hesitant at first that we were mature enough to act responsibly and do this. We had known instinctively that we would need to join forces on this effort. Sibling rivalries were immediately set aside as the three of us poured our best efforts into convincing mom and dad to place their faith and trust in us. Finally they had buckled under the pressure and agreed to let us go.

I have to say that as soon as my friends Bill and john heard about this upcoming trip I started taking a bunch of shit about how my sisters were going to be ‘Baby sitting’ me for the summer. Of course, there was no doubt in my mind that either of these two would have jumped into my shoes at the very first opportunity. I was determined to make the most of this opportunity and was not about to let such a chance slip through my fingers without a serious fight. I have no doubt that under ordinary circumstances the girls would have tormented me in the same manner without mercy. The enormity of the adventure that we were about to embark upon had bound us to setting all of our rivalries aside and into joining forces and working together. The girls were wonderful in this respect, since we seemed to be closer, and getting along better than we had ever done before.

Of course several times during the weeks that ensued mom and dad had taken every available opportunity to mention what a great responsibility this trip would place on us. They would expound on how we had to act like adults. Of course, there were numerous warnings about taking chances with strangers, and being sensible about what sort of places we went. Mom and dad both individually pulled me aside to give me the talk about how I was the man in the family and how I had to watch out for, and take care of my sisters, even if they were older than me. The three of us instinctively knew that enduring all of this was just part of the price we had to pay in order to reap the reward of this trip.

Bob and Mary lived in a suburb on the outskirts of Denver in the state of Colorado. The three of us would fly into New York where we would pick up a rental car. We would spend the first week of our six-week trip driving across America seeing whatever sights we came across along the way. We would arrive in Colorado in time to meet our aunt and uncle just before they left for England. When it was time for us to depart we would again drive from Colorado to Atlanta where we would catch a flight home, back to merry old England. This would allow us to travel across both the northern and southern reaches of America. This was going to be the grandest trip ever!

Eventually our departure time drew near. With the bags already in the car the five of us, mom, dad, my two sisters, and I, said our final goodbyes to out guests and piled into the car and were off to the airport. Gatwick international is far from the most fancy airport in the world, but on this trip I could have cared less. All I cared about was getting on that plane and starting the best adventure of my life.

Other than my aunt and uncle I didn’t really know anyone in the colonies. I had high hopes of rectifying that situation though. Perhaps if my wildest dreams came true I would meet a young lady. Perhaps I would meet a damsel in distress at the luggage pickup carousel at the airport as I stood waiting to retrieve my bags. I would tell my sisters to kiss off, informing them that I would meet them in Atlanta when it was time to leave in six weeks. My sisters were certainly capable of taking care of themselves. The worst-case scenario was that the three of us would endure a trip across the country to my aunt and uncle’s place. Then it would be PARTY TIME! Surely I could find and meet some friends in a place like Denver.

Time seemed to slow down once we climbed into the car. It almost seemed to stop entirely as we neared the airport. Everything proceeded in agonizingly dragged out slow motion. Days, even weeks seemed to pass before we finally managed to check our baggage and board the plane. It seemed like we were nearly strip-searched as we went through the security checks at the airport. Fortunately, I wasn’t carrying any contraband and didn’t consider myself to be a typical terrorist and made it through the checks without incident. Perhaps if I had not been seated with my sisters I could have by chance been seated next to a young lady who was returning home to the U.S. from a vacation trip to England. I would certainly take advantage of an opportunity such as that. Perhaps I would even have been able to tell my sisters to bugger off as we went through customs.

I had heard of ‘The pond’ before. I

Some people do call it the Atlantic Ocean. I had seen this body of water many times when we traveled to the shore on vacations. Once we started flying across it at well over 500 MPH, I couldn’t believe how big this thing was, and how much water there was. It was certainly far larger than it had looked when I had viewed it from the shore. We flew for hours and the water never seemed to end. I began to fantasize, and could imagine how Christopher Columbus must have felt as he spent many weeks crossing this vast expanse of water in his small slow sailing ships. I was awakened by the captain’s announcement that we were approaching New York and preparing to land. I hadn’t thought that I was tired, and the adrenalin that the anticipation of the trip had built up had been keeping me going almost non-stop for the past several days. I must have fallen asleep somewhere along the way. I stretched and straightened my body as best as I could within the cramped space that I had been allocated, gathered my belongings, and bemoaned the fact that it was my sisters sitting next to me. It has been said that any landing that you can walk away from is a good one. At this time I was definitely willing to buy into that idea. Fortunately our pilot seemed to be highly skilled in his craft as our landing was soft and gentle enough that no large parts fell off the airplane onto the asphalt as we careened down the runway in a Herculean effort to bring the monster plane to a stop before the hard runway surface ran out. Everyone on board the plane let out a sigh of relief as the plane slowed and eventually turned onto a taxiway heading for the arrival gate at the terminal. As we headed toward customs it suddenly struck me that I was now in a foreign country. This had not been just a drive up to Scotland or France, or even a ferry trip to Ireland. This was a real foreign country! Fortunately the natives spoke English well enough that I could understand them, and make myself understood. Somehow it seemed very reassuring to have two people that I knew along with me, even if they were my sisters. Nevertheless, I had a feeling of isolation and suddenly began to realize that it was the three of us against who knows what! Customs wasn’t nearly as bad or as difficult as I had feared. All of our papers had been in order and I guess that my sisters and I didn’t look like terrorists. The agents asked us a few questions that they probably ask every person that they see. There were a few drug-sniffing dogs who gave us a bored look, seeming to sense that we had nothing good for them. It wasn’t long before we had been released out into the wilds of the general airport terminal. The challenge at hand was now to find the car rental agency where an automobile had been reserved for us. We were directed out of the airport terminal where we caught a shuttle bus that we hoped might deliver us to someone who knew something about our reservation. I think the bus driver gave us the scenic tour, circling through the airport long-term parking lot several times before delivering us to the car rental agency building. A lady, who looked as though she had spent the last twenty-four hours standing behind that counter, serving customers, halfheartedly greeted us as we entered the building. Fortunately after a quick check of her computer she announced that indeed there was an automobile reserved in our name. Even better, all we had to do was fill out a few forms before we could drive off into the sunset. We were provided with a map that would at least direct us on how to get out of the airport and onto some main roads. Jennifer had taken charge. Without any hesitation she had grabbed the keys, gave me an order to place our bags into the boot of the car, and slid into the drivers seat. Brianna claimed the other front seat by jumping into it as I struggled with the bags. This relegated me to the back seat. Jennifer took off on the left side of the road. It wasn’t long before she realized that something about driving was very different in this strange part of the world as she swerved onto the other side of the road to avoid another oncoming vehicle. Brianna, who always demonstrates complete faith in her slightly older sister, cringed as she let out an unintelligible blood-curtailing scream and grabbed for whatever she could hold onto. Apparently driving on the wrong side of the road, or perhaps I should say the other side of the road, was not as easy as it would sound, at least it didn’t seem to be easy for Jennifer. We were all tired and hungry after the lengthy Bon voyage party, and the long flight. Even my sisters, who usually put up an impenetrable front, now seemed to be somewhat dazed and confused. There was no dissention as we agreed that the best course of action for us was to find a hotel and a restaurant where we could eat, relax, regroup and form some more formal plan of attack for tomorrow. A series of near death experiences ensued and my brief life passed before my eyes several times by the time Jennifer navigated her way onto a nearby highway and eventually spotted a suitable hotel where we could find sustenance and hole up for the night. Even the tower of confidence, Jennifer herself seemed somewhat shaken when we finally emerged from the vehicle in the hotel parking lot. Having been totally stunned by our harrowing experience on the road my sisters offered no objection to my accompanying them as the three of us guided each other into the hotel and up to the front desk. The clerk quickly confirmed that there was a room available. To be honest, I don’t think that any of us would have objected if the clerk had offered us a broom closet, as long as we didn’t have to get back into that car again. As it turned out the room that we found ourselves assigned to was clean and more than adequate for our needs. Once we established ourselves in the room the girls informed me that I was to retrieve the bags from the car while they prepared for a ‘much needed’ shower. I knew that their bathing activities would take at least an hour. Of course, they would have to allow me access to the room to drop the bags off, but otherwise I had no doubt that I would be banished from the room until their ritual had been completed. I retrieved the bags and headed off for a walk around the neighborhood to see what I could find. Indeed I was exhausted from my recently passed experiences, however running into the right young lady would surely put all of that behind me. It was about an hour and a half later when I returned to the room unencumbered by newly acquainted female companionship. My sisters had finished with their showers and were doing whatever it is that women do after they shower. Jennifer pushed me towards the bathroom saying that I needed to get into the shower right away indicating that although they had let me enter the room they didn’t want me standing around ogling them as the did whatever it was that they were doing. I was tired, and after the long day felt rather grungy, so a shower did sound like a good idea. As I undressed in the bathroom, and just as I was getting ready to step into the shower Brianna called to me asking that I unlock the door so that she could get in to do her makeup while I was in the shower. Our family was used to living in rather close quarters, and while we respected one another’s privacy this sort of thing occasionally happened at home so this request did not in any way seem out of the ordinary. As I stepped into the shower I reached over and slid the lock on the door open. It wasn’t long before I herd the bathroom door open and then herd someone; I assumed it was Brianna, moving about in the room. Within a few minutes whomever it was had finished with whatever they were doing, and I was again alone in the bathroom. The shower was wonderful. It was amazing how refreshed and reinvigorated I felt when I stepped out and dried myself off. I noticed that whomever it was that had been in th

The bathroom had been cleaned up somewhat. The clothes I’d taken off were no longer scattered across the floor. I smiled to myself, thinking how wonderful this summer was shaping up to be, and admiring how well my sisters seemed to be settling into their role of taking care of me. I wrapped a large towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom into the main room. The girls mostly ignored me as I headed toward the bed where my suitcase had been placed. As I opened it, somehow I got the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Chalking this up to being in new and unfamiliar surroundings, I continued opening the suitcase. One look told me clearly that I had picked up the wrong bag. It obviously wasn’t my stuff. Peering inside, I recognized the material and print pattern of what I knew was one of the girl’s dresses. Thinking I’d grabbed one of my sisters’ bags by mistake, I turned and looked around the room to see where my own bag had been stowed. The first thing that caught my eye was Jennifer standing in the middle of the room. She was holding a wire coat hanger in her hand. The shoulders of the hanger had been folded over on themselves forming a sort of handle. Dangling from the hook were my underwear, my tighty whities! She held them so they stayed sufficiently far from her body that whatever might have infested them wouldn’t jump onto her. “These are gross and disgusting,” she informed me. “You won’t be needing these anytime soon” she continued, dropping them into the wastebasket next to the table. “At least not while you’re traveling with us” added Brianna. I recognized that evil smirk and expression of hers which silently said… “And probably for a lot longer.” Slowly it dawned on me that I did have the right suitcase. It was just the one with the wrong contents! It took some time to sink in, but eventually it became clear that back home while Jennifer and I had partied, Brianna had snuck upstairs and repacked my suitcase, which was now filled with women’s clothing. Dresses, blouses, skirts, pantyhose, everything a woman would need, and nothing even resembling a pair of pants! Not even women’s pants! “Nobody knows what goes on in that perverted filthy mind of yours,” said Brianna. “But we know you’ve been thinking with that tiny little dick of yours,” continued Jennifer. “And it will be a lot harder for you to think with that dick when it’s hidden in pantyhose and under a skirt.” “We’ve repacked your suitcase for you with some of our old clothes. I’m sure you’ll look much prettier in these rather than that ugly gross stuff you had,” explained Brianna as she walked over next to me and began digging through and examining some of the frilly garments. “You’ll probably be a lot happier too,” added Jennifer. Her look and expression silently added, ‘Because we’ll make your life a living hell if you don’t cooperate’. I’d learned that sometimes what my sisters didn’t say spoke louder than what they did. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had worked so hard to convince mom and dad to let us come here, and now, as soon as I arrived in America, my sisters were forcing me to dress, and probably act like a woman. With the exception of my tighty whities that sat inaccessible in the wastebasket, who knows what they’d done with the clothing I had worn on the flight over? As I looked around, I realized even my shoes and socks were gone. Any other male clothing I owned was thousands of miles away across that huge Atlantic Ocean. There just weren’t any reasonable options available to me. The only clothing now at my disposal was women’s wear. Even trying to steal clothes out of my sisters’ suitcases wouldn’t help much. “Come on, let’s get a move on,” prodded Jennifer. “We’re hungry and want to go out for something to eat.” I looked again at the suitcase lying on the bed in front of me, wondering what they’d done with the clothing removed from the bathroom. I took stock of my options once more. The towel around my waist certainly wouldn’t do if I was leaving the room, and I too was hungry. I realized I hadn’t eaten since being in England many long hours ago, and that had basically been party food. I was starved! My sisters seemed determined that whatever happened would take place sooner rather than later. I however was more than prepared to wait for later, but that wasn’t really practical. When we were younger, mom and dad had always been my salvation whenever any altercation broke out amongst us kids. Usually Jen and Bri stuck together so it was typically me against them. That was all years ago now, and mom and dad weren’t here anymore. I was on my own, outnumbered, and literally caught with my pants down! “Just throw something on for now so that we can go out and eat,” prodded Jennifer, who appeared as hungry as I was. “We’ll work on fixing you up to look a little better in the morning when we have more time,” she assured me. Actually, that assurance didn’t help much because I really didn’t want to ‘look a little better’, or even prettier, especially if it meant being dressed like a girl, which was surely her implied meaning. Brianna started fidgeting. When my sisters wanted to get on with something there was no holding them back. Long ago I’d learned the signs that indicated I had better get my ass in gear, or else! And fidgeting was definitely one of Brianna’s signs. “If you don’t get dressed right quick we’re going to leave you here,” announced Bri, holding up a frilly dress she had picked out for me. “And we’re certainly not bringing any food back for you.” It suddenly dawned on me that along with my clothing both my wallet and passport were missing. I might manage without my passport for a while, but without my wallet I didn’t have any money. Not even loose change. My growing hunger was starting to press the issue as well. Surely this had to be a joke, but I was failing to see the humor in it. I shuffled through the contents of the suitcase to see what sorts of things were inside. As suspected: dresses, skirts, and blouses. There was a bunch of other frilly feminine stuff too, but not even a pair of shorts or girl’s pants. Just as I began to set my mind on defiance, determined not to give in to these two bitches, my stomach started to rumble. I knew the hunger was such that I wouldn’t be able to hold out until morning, and if I didn’t do something soon I’d have no other choice. I looked at Brianna. I didn’t have to say anything because she could surely see the look of defeat in my face. To my surprise, she put the frilly dress down on the bed and reached deep into the suitcase. To my horror, she pulled out a brassiere. This wasn’t your typical flat training bra; this one came complete with its own breasts. She held it up by the straps to indicate I should slip my arms through them. As I slipped my arms in, Brianna grabbed me and spun me around so that I was facing away from her. Within milliseconds she had pulled the garment tight around my chest. I heard a single click and felt her tucking something hard between the back of the brassiere and my back. I could only guess it was a padlock. My new breasts were huge! They stuck out so far that I could no longer see my toes. “Well,” said Brianna, who seemed to know what I was thinking. She picked up the frilly dress she had recently abandoned on the bed again. “You always seemed to like big breasts on women, so we figured you would like them for yourself too.” There was no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t have a chance of hiding in a corner with these monstrosities strapped to my chest. Every guy who saw me would surely be sta I had worked hard to convince mom and dad to let us come here, but now they were forcing me into this new life. The stock of women’s clothes was overwhelming.

I was staring at her the same way cats watch a wagon full of fish. She held up the dress, signaling for me to put it on. The girls often swapped clothes, making it hard to tell which dress belonged to whom. I had always liked this one, especially when Brianna wore it, but right now I hated it more than any garment I’d ever disliked.

There was nowhere else to go or retreat into; no other options seemed available. Slowly, I reached out and took the dress from Brianna. “Wait a minute, before you put that on,” Brianna commanded as she reached back into the suitcase and pulled something I didn’t recognize. It looked like a jumble of straps. With a flick of her fingers, she removed the towel that had been providing me with modesty until now, letting it fall to the floor. She went around my waist, and I felt elastic stretch as she fastened what could only be a garter belt there. The unused straps dangled against my legs. “You can put the dress on now,” she ordered.

While all this was happening, Jennifer had been standing in the middle of the room, intently watching Bri and me perform for her amusement. Now Brianna went over to join Jennifer. “What do you think?” asked Brianna. “Well, he does need a lot of work, but I can see some possibilities,” responded Jennifer. Meanwhile, I struggled to get into the dress. It wasn’t nearly as easy as women make it look!

Once the dress was on, I stood there trying to pull the skirt down lower. I felt like almost nothing covered my lower body; anyone who looked at me with even a casual glance could see where I particularly didn’t want them looking. The two girls had been watching this whole spectacle. They seemed fascinated by my humiliation and discomfort, not taking their eyes off me for a second. Brianna came over, grabbed my shoulders to turn my body, zipped up the back of the dress, and adjusted the garment somewhat by pinching the fabric in a few places. When she finished, she stepped back next to Jennifer again.

Jennifer simply extended one finger into the air and twirled it around, clearly indicating that I should turn so she could get a good look from all angles.

It was well known that these two girls could communicate telepathically, and that is what they were doing now. One or two looks passed between them, ending their silent conversation. Jennifer grabbed a chair near the small table in the room and spun it around so its back faced the table. “Sit,” she said simply. Her message was clear; no further explanation needed. I walked over and sat down.

Both girls went to their suitcases and quickly returned. Brianna held a pair of stockings as she knelt before me, while Jennifer carried her makeup bag, which I recognized immediately. She selected several items from the bag, set it on the table, and approached my head.

“Now hold still, let me do this,” warned Jennifer as I felt a tap from Brianna on my right leg, apparently signaling that she wanted me to lift it for her. The two girls worked at their separate tasks in near unison. Within minutes, both had finished their respective jobs. By now, I noticed a pair of shoes on my feet. Being used to men’s shoes that cover the entire foot, these were distinctly girl’s shoes. They covered my toes but left most of the top of my foot exposed. The sides rose only about an inch along the edges of my feet, leaving much of them bare. They felt like they might fall off if I lifted a foot too quickly.

Jennifer headed back toward what I considered their bed. “Stand,” commanded Bri. As I stood up, it became clear that these shoes had some sort of heel. Not high heels by any means—perhaps only an inch or so—but sharply narrowed to a small point touching the floor, causing my feet to wobble as I balanced on them.

She spun me around so I faced the table and began reaching under my dress. Soon, I felt a tug on the straps that had been flapping against my legs as she attached the elastic ones to the stockings. As her hand worked on the front straps, it gently brushed against my manhood. It didn’t seem like an intentional grab, but rather casual, happening by accident as she completed her task with the stockings. “You’d better keep that thing under control,” she cautioned, “Or this dress will be sticking out like a tent.”

“Sit,” came Jennifer’s next command the moment Brianna finished. At this point, I could do little more than follow instructions. As I turned and sat, I noticed Jennifer holding a wig in her hands. By the time I saw it, she was already reaching to place it on my head. Although I saw the strands of hair in her hands, I didn’t get much of a look at the full object before the wig was pulled into position.

Instantly, the two girls attacked—one with a hairbrush and the other with a comb. I could feel long strands of hair dangling down, brushing against my shoulders and back.

After a short time, the girls stepped back to appraise their work. Jennifer held out her hand, palm up, in the air. Dutifully, I got the message and stood up, rewarded by a half-smile from Jennifer. Soon, she twirled her finger again, and I slowly spun around to show off my appearance. “Well, I guess that’ll have to do for now,” observed Jennifer.

Brianna said nothing but gave me one of her evil little smiles as well.

“Come on, I’m starved, let’s get something to eat,” said Jennifer, sounding almost bored. She picked up her purse and headed for the door. “Oh, don’t forget your purse,” Bri added to me, indicating a small black purse lying on the table. Like all purses, it was very feminine looking with no straps or handles. I picked it up; it felt light, making me wonder if there was anything inside at all.

As I walked across the room to follow the girls out, I glanced in the large mirror on the wall. A woman stared back! She wasn’t exactly beautiful but definitely a woman nonetheless. Somehow, I knew instinctively that I didn’t like her.

Without actually pushing me, Brianna urged me toward the doorway. I got as far as the threshold and froze. Through it, I could see Jennifer walking down the empty hall toward the elevator. For some reason, I wasn’t ready to step through and let the world see me in this state. It was too humiliating.

Brianna, bringing up the rear, seemed to sense what was happening. With a not-so-gentle shove from behind, I found myself exposed as she pulled the room door closed behind us. I didn’t even have my key card!

The light silky nylon material of the dress brushed against my thighs as I walked slowly down the hallway. It felt sensual, and soon I realized that indeed Brianna had been right about keeping myself under control; the initial stages of a problem were already arising.

The shoes on my feet seemed unsure whether they wanted to stay put, requiring some conscious effort to keep them there. Keeping them on wasn’t difficult, but it would have been easy to step out if I tried. This was similar to walking in them: the heels were just tiny enough that losing balance was possible without much trouble.

I probably would look really stupid falling off such low heels, though maintaining my balance wasn’t all that hard. Still, these things required a key attention.

It takes a small amount of concentration; if I let it slip, the results could be undesirable. The wig was long enough that my hair cascaded down over my shoulders. It rubbed against them and my back since the dress had rather low cut in that area. I definitely wasn’t used to having hair anywhere near this long. It tickled my cheeks, and a few strands were constantly falling in front of my face—not quite blocking my vision, but just enough to be annoying. Jennifer was holding the elevator as Brianna and I arrived. Nobody spoke as we descended the single floor to the lobby. Jennifer took the lead once again and guided us through the hotel hallways. Fortunately, we didn’t have to leave the building to get to the restaurant. A rather attractive hostess greeted us at the door. ‘Please, please give us a dark booth in a back corner somewhere’ I silently prayed. Jennifer was her usual self, clearly in command. “We’d like a table in the middle for three, please,” she announced. “Certainly, right this way,” said the hostess as she grabbed three menus and led us into the restaurant. I was somewhat relieved to note that not only was the restaurant less than crowded, but we seemed to be the only patrons there at the time. Of course, my sisters and I were still on Greenwich time and suffering from a good deal of jet lag. By the time we were escorted to our table—which was indeed in the center of both the restaurant and the floor—four waiters had appeared as if by magic. Three grabbed chairs for each of us while the fourth looked on, supervising the operation. It may sound silly, but sitting modestly in a chair while wearing a very short dress apparently requires some practiced skills that I haven’t acquired over the years. I squeezed my legs tightly together so as not to allow any visual access even from under the table. As I sat down, the dress seemed to pull itself down at the back. Obviously an adjustment was needed, but I wasn’t about to do it in front of these four waiters, so I straightened my back and kind of hunched down to give my upper body as much room as possible within the now-tightened dress. The three valiant waiters who had handled our chairs stepped back and took one step to the side. They patiently awaited further orders while the headwaiter expounded upon today’s specials. My mind was busy with other matters, not least of which was trying to keep an eye on the other three guys, so I barely heard what the specials were nor did I care much about them. I began wishing that the restaurant had more patrons so these four waiters would have something else to do besides bother us. At the same time, I realized how thankful I was that there weren’t others around to see me like this. After finishing with the virtues of today’s specials, the headwaiter asked what we would like to drink. Jennifer was the only one among us old enough to imbibe an alcoholic beverage. I knew she wasn’t really much of a drinker and would undoubtedly pass on this occasion. Nevertheless, she took charge and ordered ‘Three cokes’ without consulting the rest of us. That was not a problem at all for me since that’s probably what I would have ordered anyway, and I wasn’t about to speak up and reveal my deep voice. Having been placated with our drink orders, the four waiters departed to allow us time to contemplate what we desired to dine upon this evening. As soon as they left, I lifted my body and began to rearrange and reposition my dress. Since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, the silky fabric rubbed against me and seemed to caress my skin. Suddenly I realized that the last thing I wanted to do was stand or pull my legs from under the table. I neatly folded my napkin and gently placed it over the bulge that had arisen in my dress. I know Brianna had been keeping a close eye on me, so I had little doubt she was well aware of my problem. She probably took sadistic satisfaction in it. All four waiters returned to serve our drinks! Now seriously, what is involved in carrying three glasses of Coke across the room and setting them down for three people that requires the expertise of four waiters? Once each of the three coke-carrying waiters set his glass in front of one of us, he stepped back and to the side as the head waiter asked if we were ready to order. Jennifer took the lead once again and placed her order. Barely stopping for a breath she continued: “And Brianna will have…” as she ordered for Brianna too. Finally, when she had completed that, she added, “And Aimee will have…” thus placing my order. You would be correct in assuming no consultation or discussion of food items had taken place between us. Jennifer’s choice is probably not what I would have chosen for myself, but once she ordered it, I was satisfied with the choice I’d made. I was even more satisfied that I hadn’t had to speak up and reveal my deep voice. I was less thrilled to learn that I would be known as Aimee for at least the next six weeks. Eventually our dinner arrived, served by the four waiters who seemed to hang around to see if their assistance was needed to cut our meat or something. Jennifer and Brianna didn’t seem to mind the attention. I wasn’t fond of the waiters hanging around so much, but I knew better than to say anything or even show my true feelings. The food was wonderful. I’m not sure if it was great food, or just that I had been ravenous and would have eaten anything. People started wandering into the restaurant as we ate our dinner. It was interesting to note that none of the other tables received quite the level of service ours seemed to command. In fact, few of the others got more than one waiter’s attention at a time. Nevertheless, one or more waiters were constantly stopping by our table to bring us more rolls, refill our drinks, or otherwise just inquire about our satisfaction with the food since none of us had asked them to cut our meat for us. You would think that none of them had ever seen three British girls before! Finally, when we had all finished our meal, the four waiters appeared in unison again. The headwaiter took charge once more and expounded upon the many fine desserts the restaurant offered. Apparently the chocolate seven-layer cake sounded good to Jennifer—you know how women are with chocolate—and she certainly had always shown a fondness for it. Anyway, all three of us ordered the chocolate seven-layer cake through Jennifer’s proxy. When the four waiters returned with our desserts, each plate also sported a scoop of vanilla ice cream, which the headwaiter was quick to explain was ‘compliments of the house’. We finished our desserts and as we were ready to leave, I thought there would be a pileup of waiters when one noticed that we were about to rise from our seats. All four came rushing over to slide our chairs out from under us as we rose. The trip back to our room was uneventful—at least for Jennifer and Brianna. Once again, as I walked down the hall, the silky nylon of the dress began softly caressing my thighs. By the time I was halfway down, the lower portion of my dress was definitely preceding me, and there seemed to be nothing I could do to prevent it. Brianna was the first to notice, and she thought it was hilarious. As soon as I walked into the room, Jennifer started in on me. “Can’t you keep that disgusting thing under control?” she asked, indicating my manhood protruding from between my legs forming quite a tent-like structure in the front of my dress. “Even if you’re not [used to it], I’m not going to be embarrassed by your walkin”

“I see you moving around like that.” She shouted, “Well we’ll just have to find something to do about that,” she concluded. I didn’t care for the sound of it at all, but by now she had already shifted her attention elsewhere.

“You don’t even know how to sit in a chair properly,” observed Jennifer. I guess we’re just going to have to start from scratch and teach you every little thing. By now Brianna had moved the chair from the table to the middle of the room. She was leering at me the way a spider might eye a fly caught within its web. What ensued was a very humiliating lesson on how a lady should seat herself by sufficiently lifting her dress so as not to encounter the problems I had endured when I first seated myself in the restaurant. Of course, once the subject had been broached the lessons went into much more detail on how to properly place and cross one’s legs in a feminine manner, how to hold your body, and so on. Under close supervision from both of my sisters I must have practiced these skills for at least an hour.

It was just barely getting dark outside, but all three of us were still on Greenwich time. It had been a long arduous day for all of us. We seemed to be unanimously agreed that it was time for bed. “Take your dress off and lay it on the chair over there” instructed Brianna. I gave no argument, as I was thrilled to finally be able to take this dammed dress off. Brianna helped by undoing the zipper in the back and then went to find something in my suitcase. Once the dress had been removed I sat on the side of the bed and removed my stockings. Jennifer gave me a glance as I was working with the stockings and commented “First thing in the morning you’d better get yourself into the bathroom and shave that disgusting fur off those legs.” I pretended not to hear her, but I knew from the tone of her voice that come morning I would obediently be following those instructions. Brianna had returned with a nightgown for me. I won’t even go into details about it except to say that it was sheer and frilly and hardly covered anything that I would want it to cover. As Brianna tried to hand me the nightgown, instead of reaching for it I made movements to indicate that I couldn’t get the overstuffed bra off. “Oh no,” replied Brianna, “Women have breasts all the time; they don’t take them off when they go to bed! Haven’t you ever slept with a woman before?” Now that seemed like a low blow. My sex life, at least that part of it, was hardly any of my sisters’ business. The real question was how I was expected to sleep with these monstrosities strapped to my chest?

Although I was quite tired it took me quite a while to find a position where I was comfortable enough to fall asleep. Fortunately I had a bed all to myself while the girls had to share one. Neither of the girls seemed to have any trouble getting to sleep.

Jennifer, who was already up and dressed, wakened me. “Get into that bathroom and get to work on that fur on your legs. You’d better get those hairy arms of yours as well” she added. I had been hoping that all of this had been a bad dream, or that somehow my sisters would produce my real suitcase and we’d all have a good laugh over what had happened. I knew better than to procrastinate and roused myself out of bed as Jennifer had commanded. The good news was Jennifer’s next command. “Get in there and get busy while I go down and get us something for breakfast. I’ll be checking you as soon as I get back, and you’d better do a good job.” The hotel offered a ‘Continental breakfast’ and I was thrilled that Jennifer would allow us to take advantage of that instead of parading us down to the restaurant again for breakfast.

As I was preparing to do the deed in the bathroom Brianna shoved past me into the bathroom, displacing me and locking the door behind her. Fortunately it wasn’t long before Bri had finished and once again allowed me to resume my task. I was surprised when minutes later she returned holding a bottle of something in her hand. “Sit there” she commanded indicating the toilet. I sat. Brianna dispensed a generous amount of the lotion that was in the bottle into her hand and knelt down in front of me. She tapped one of my legs, indicating that I should lift it for her. Gently she began spreading the lotion over my leg. Soon the leg had been completely covered with the lotion and she began on the other leg. When she finished with both legs she moved to my arms. “Stay there” was her only command once she finished both arms.

I heard Brianna shuffling around out in the room. I wondered what she was up to, but dutifully maintained my post. Within a few minutes Brianna was back. She took one of the smaller towels from the rack and thoroughly soaked it with warm water from the sink. Starting with the leg that she had first applied the lotion to, she took the towel and gently rubbed the lotion from my leg. Compared to many people I don’t have a lot of hair on my body. Nevertheless I was surprised to see that all of the hair that had been there rubbed off with the lotion onto the towel. Brianna rinsed the towel off in the sink and proceeded with similar treatment of each limb. Finally when she finished she commanded “You’d better get into that shower and scrub the rest of it off.” She produced a small key and removed my breasts so I could shower without getting them wet.

By the time I had finished with my shower Jennifer had returned with breakfast. The first order of business as I emerged from the bathroom was to replace my breasts. As this was being done, Jennifer inspected my entire body looking for stray hairs. Breakfast was neither large nor fancy but there was coffee and some sweet rolls, which was more than adequate for what we needed. The girls rushed me through breakfast. As soon as I finished with my roll, Jennifer produced a package of fake fingernails. Each girl took control of a hand. Within short order long fake nails had been permanently bonded to my existing fingernails. The new nails were soon painted a bright fire engine red.

Jennifer now announced that it was time to get dressed. She handed something to Brianna, which she had retrieved from her own bag. Brianna dutifully knelt before me and held out what turned out to be a panty girdle. Once pulled up my legs I quickly observed that this rather tight-fitting garment had been made for a woman and thus provided no allowance for a man’s privates. Fortunately, this garment was made from spandex and did stretch sufficiently to hold me very snugly in place. “That should help you keep that thing from embarrassing the rest of us” observed Jennifer as she looked on. I had never worn underwear that didn’t provide some sort of front access. There would be no quick trip to the men’s room wearing these things!

After adding a pair of pantyhose I thought that by now I was ready to put the dress on, but Brianna quickly produced her own little surprise. “You really need more of a rounded girlish figure,” Brianna observed. To help with this she soon produced another girdle. The girdle, like many that I’ve seen, laced up the back with about a mile of rope. I was amazed at the strength my sisters exhibited in tightening these laces. When they finished I could barely breathe. There was a flap of material that folded over the laces and closed with a zipper. This flap enclosed the laces and held the loose lace ends in such a way that a smooth surface was presented to the outer clothing rather than exposing the rough laces. Another feature of this enclosure was that since the laces were enclosed they could not be undone or loosened without first opening this flap. When Brianna pulled the zipper closed I both heard and felt the snap of another luggage-sized padlock, which had been threaded through the zipper tab and a small grommet at the base of the garment. Thus my figure was secure until my sisters decided to release me. This garment definitely constricted my waist but added padd

It hugged my hips and buttocks. Bending over while wearing it was definitely impossible. I have to admit that slipping it on under my dress certainly made me look more feminine! Once I had put on another frilly dress, which again seemed a bit short to me, the two girls repeated last evening’s ritual with stockings, makeup, and wig. It felt like they really took extra time and care this time around, just as promised, to get everything perfectly right. Once fully dressed, Jennifer pulled the chair out into the center of the room. “Sit,” she ordered. I sat down. Then came the command: “Stand.” I quickly realized it was a test of what I had learned in class that previous evening. I felt prepared to spend the next six weeks without leaving this room. My sisters, however, had other plans and commanded me to take the bags down to the car. I soon discovered that even closing suitcase latches is quite different when you have long fingernails. I quickly realized the bad news: one of us would need to go downstairs to retrieve the luggage cart the hotel so generously provided, and I was elected for the task. The trip down last evening had been harrowing. This time, though, I didn’t even have the support of my tormenting sisters. I was alone, thrust out into public, and certainly didn’t want anyone seeing me like this. I couldn’t walk very fast because I would either stumble in these darned shoes or lose one entirely; both scenarios seemed humiliating. I walked as quickly as circumstances allowed, sure that everyone’s eyes were glued to me. Unfortunately, the last person to use the cart had left it outside some distance from the front door, forcing me to parade out into the parking lot to retrieve it. By the time I returned with the cart, Jennifer and Brianna had finished packing the suitcases and were ready to leave. We loaded the bags onto the cart and headed back downstairs. I felt slightly more confident having the two other women nearby, if not right at my side, just near enough to distract some of the attention away from me. We placed the bags into the car’s trunk and pushed the cart toward the main entrance. To my surprise and relief, Brianna jumped into the driver’s seat while Jennifer crawled into the front passenger seat. Apparently, my sisters had learned something from last night’s terror-filled ride. I took my place in the back seat and pulled the seat belt tight across my dress. Brianna started the car and carefully backed us out of our nose-in parking spot. Shifting gears, she confidently took off on the right side of the road. The hotel had a rather large parking area that needed navigating to reach the main entrance. Brianna did a good job maneuvering around the gentle curves of the lot to get us to the exit. Making a left turn onto the main entrance road, Brianna ended up in the wrong lane. Jennifer screamed, and I grabbed for something to hold on to. It took a second or two for Brianna to react before she realized her mistake. It was a divided driveway with a grass median between the lanes. Brianna backed the car back into the parking lot and found her way into the proper lane. Once we reached the main road, she turned right toward the highway. Not judging the turn properly, the car lurched up over the curb and bounced back down as we entered the main roadway. “Please stop and let me drive before one of you kills us all,” I blurted out. Since I was sitting behind Brianna, she looked at Jennifer. Jennifer in turn looked at me. The two girls exchanged their telepathic glances. As soon as possible, Brianna pulled over to the curb. I could tell from how I climbed out that Brianna was somewhat shaken by the experience herself. As I helped her out of the car, she gave me a look that said, ‘You had better do a better job than I just did.’ I think we all realized that I might be our last hope. To be honest, seeing my two sisters fail didn’t exactly build my confidence. Having never actually tried driving on the right-hand side of the road before, I wasn’t sure if I could do any better than them. On the other hand, how hard can it really be? You just adjust your thinking by switching your references around. I climbed into the driver’s seat as Brianna seated herself behind me. Shifting gears, I pulled out onto the street. I won’t say I made no mistakes at all. As Brianna had done, turning into the wrong lane—especially on left-hand turns—was an easy thing to do, so I paid special attention to that. Otherwise, it seemed I had far fewer problems than either of my sisters experienced. Soon we were on the highway heading west, and I was really getting the hang of driving on the correct side. I noticed other drivers giving me a lot of looks. Eventually, I realized it wasn’t because of how I drove, but rather how I looked dressed up. I knew that now looking enough like a girl meant someone glancing at me from a distance probably wouldn’t notice the difference—hopefully they didn’t. Being snugly encased in the automobile with two other women gave me extra confidence. It was all those times we had to stop that caused more concern. We were making good progress, but there always seemed an excuse to halt. One or both of my sisters needed to use the restroom. I hadn’t been prepared for this experience, but after downing several cups of coffee in our room, I soon had to go as well. It became clear that I couldn’t use the men’s room, and I wasn’t ready to use the women’s room just yet. Nature persisted, and it wasn’t long before I had to give in to the pressure from within. Both Jennifer and Brianna accompanied me right into the little stall. Once I pulled my panty girdle down and freed myself, they insisted that I sit while relieving myself. Next we needed gas, then lunch, another rest stop, and more gas… We also stopped for our first visit to an American mall. This stop seemed like a good idea at the time, although we spent way too much time in the women’s clothing section compared to what I would have liked. Jennifer had picked up a cell phone. “It’s for emergency use and calling family only,” she announced. Naturally, this device was strictly off-limits to me. It seemed there were no end to our stops. Eventually, Jennifer announced it was time to find a hotel for the night. Clearly, all three of us were still suffering somewhat from jet lag. As we drove down the highway, Jennifer pointed to an exit sign and said, “That one.” As I pulled onto the exit ramp, she declared, “Turn right.” I correctly assumed she meant at the next intersection. Within a very short distance, I pulled into a hotel parking lot. As I got out of the car, I dropped the keys into my purse. Now I had something more to go with my driver’s license and makeup. It would have been nice if there were some money in there too, but I knew expecting that might be wishful thinking. I was somewhat surprised by how quiet Jennifer and Brianna remained regarding me keeping the keys. Given our experience with the car, they must have decided to allow me this small victory. Before departing England, we had poured over the Internet. Each of us picked out several places we wanted to visit during our westward drive. These stops broke up the monotony of driving somewhat, and we did see some interesting sights. I was forced to maintain my identity as Aimee. Every evening when we stopped for the night, I received at least an hour of training to improve my femininity. I learned how to sit, walk, stand, eat, and myriad other things. There was always a test the next day, sometimes with surprise quizzes as well.

l. The girls even made an effort to teach me how to put on my own makeup. What I picked up was good enough for daytime touch-ups, but I just couldn’t quite replicate the magic Jennifer or Brianna had. Maybe it came down to not being dedicated enough to the task.

I despised having to dress like a woman. There seemed no way out of it since my sisters were determined to watch me closely so I wouldn’t stray from their plan. Eventually, I figured that if I wanted to keep any shred of dignity, I had to give in to what they demanded. It became clear to me that the more I looked and acted like a woman, the more people would believe it was true. Probably most folks we met never even realized I was really a guy. It might sound odd, but by not letting on that I was male—and being accepted as female—I felt embarrassed while nobody else cared much. If they’d known I was actually a man, things would have been far worse for me.

My sisters had clearly split up the work between them. Jennifer took charge of authority and made most of the big decisions, as expected. Brianna handled dressing me mostly on her own. I knew that if I ever stepped out of line, Brianna would tell Jennifer, who’d then make sure I was sorry for my mistake. The two girls worked well together; one often helped or filled in when it suited the situation. Of course, none of this made things easier for me.

As I said before, my wardrobe consisted entirely of dresses with a few skirts and blouses mixed in. The designs varied widely but were all frilly and distinctly feminine. You’re probably going to say that all dresses are inherently female, but there are different kinds. There didn’t seem to be any simple or basic ‘House dresses’ among them. Many were made from sheer or satiny fabrics. Almost all had skirts ending well above the knee—a feature I liked seeing on most women but left me wishing for a bit more modesty with extra material. The other skirts were generally short too, except one. This particular skirt went down to my knees. Once I put it on, I soon learned why the ladies allowed this exception: it was designed to fit very tightly around my legs. In fact, I could barely move them enough just to walk. Naturally, Brianna saved this for occasions when we needed to cover some distance. The blouses, like the dresses, were frilly and feminine in design with nothing resembling a simple shirt allowed. There was also one sweater in there for colder weather. It too had a very feminine look. It seemed at least a size or two too small, resulting in a snug fit that I hated because it drew more than its share of attention to my breasts and other curves.