The Truth

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The truth

By christine01

I couldn’t stand my mother any longer so I moved out of her house a year ago. I was only seventeen when I moved away and a year had passed since then. I only regretted having to leave my thirteen year old brother. He didn’t deserve to be with the weirdo’s but I didn’t have any choice. Taking him would have been like kidnapping. The conditions Mother set to allow me to leave was that I leave alone and leave most of the stuff behind. A majority of the clothing, the computer and almost everything she bought for me. It was accepted. I couldn’t stay there with her and that weird guy that she was marrying. I hated him and her for accepting him in our house.

Brian my brother had always been treated like the black sheep unwanted, neglected and mistreated by my mother. Sadly, there was nothing that I could do to protect him. When I left, things clearly took a turn for the worst for him. His behavior changed radically since I left. He was more fearful, his mood, He withdrew into himself, but I am no counselor, or therapist so what did I know. All I know was that his attitude had become very fearful and there were signs that I ignored, like he became afraid of physical contact. One time when he visited me, he couldn’t sit down without pain but when I asked him, he didn’t want to talk about it he and assured me there was nothing going on. Boys can be so strange so I left it alone.

The signs that there was a problem became more evident and noticeable the last time Brian visited me, Richard dropped him at my place. Richard was my mothers new husband and was talking to Brian in the car before he let Brian come out. I could tell by the look on Brian’s face and how he was moving that the situation had became even worse for my brother. When he got out of the car, there were several very noticeable features. His clothing was one thing that I was very clear. He had on very tight girls jeans on, his shirt was very feminine styled. His hair was parted like a girls and I detected a faint hint of blush and eye shadow on him. As he walked down the driveway of my house he swayed his hips side to side. It seemed to me as if Richard forced all of this on him and Brian was clearly upset by it. Richard had him intimidated, and I intended to get him to talk to me about it.

He walked, no swayed up to my door like a fashion model on a runway. He knocked on my door and I opened it for him with a big warm smile. I loved him so much, and moving away from my parents house was hard because I missed my brother. He gave me a tight hug and told me that he missed me so bad. I wrapped my arms tightly around him. That was when I identified another big problem. By wrapping my hands around him and squeezing him to me, my hands on his back felt a thick strap on his back and under his shirt. I felt it, moving my hand around I felt the thick claps in the center of his back. Moving my hand up his thin shoulders, I felt the thin shoulder straps and the cups on the side of his chest.

“OH MY GOD, Brian what the hell is going on, the way you are dressed, your face and how you were moving!?” I asked him while shoving him away from me nearly freaking out.

I mean, my God, a bra in addition to everything else. What the hell is going on with him. All the time I knew him, he never showed any signs of him wanting to crossdress. Now he was wearing a bra under his shirt tight girls jeans, a blouse and makeup.

He stuttered pathetically, “What are you talking about, sis?”

I raised my voice, “Don’t play stupid brother. You are not an idiot and neither am I. You have on girls styled jeans, a pink blouse, you are wearing a bra, you have a light shade of lipstick, rosy cheeks, and eye shadow. And that is a girls hair due. Now, its time to explain this to me because I know you never crossdressed while I was living there. “

I looked him up and down slowly and several other features revealed themselves. A panty line visible under his jeans, and the jeans themselves were low cut hip huggers. I looked closely at his jeans, it had the word, Julie.

“Oh that, yeah just ignore that. Please don’t hate me sis. Its nothing to freak out about.”
“Julie,” I said questioning. “If its you, I can accept that it is a fetish. It would be cute and we could do a lot with it like shopping trips. But I know this isn’t you, you aren’t a crossdresser. When I lived there, you were a very boyish boy. I think this is Richard abusing you, am I right?”

He tried to play it innocent. “No nothing to do with my stepdad. You have to get off of this sis. There is nothing going on with him and me so get off this fetish you have. I am not gay!”

“Him forcing you doesn’t make you gay, it makes you a victim. You can tell me anything.”
He said though tears, “He is doing nothing to me. Please believe me, theres nothing to talk about.”

“If this isn’t Richards idea, then it must be yours. Your idea to try wearing womens clothes and go by the name Julie. Your other leg says PRINCESS across your buttcheek. Are you wanting to change yourself into a girl now?”

He said nothing. Boys were so strange. He would rather have me think this was his idea than to admit a man forced him into being his homosexual lover. I never will understand boys.

“I can't help you unless you talk to me but if this is the life you want, you will get it. I find it hard to believe that dressing this way is your idea and that you want to be a girl named Julie Princess. Please tell me about this, Brian. You need to tell me, “ I pleaded. “Telling me the truth is the only way you can get out of this situation.”

He became angry, “ How many times do I have to tell you that nothing is going on. Stop preying, its none of your damn business. Richard isn’t molesting me or having any sex with me.”

I looked at him and said very seriously, “If he isn’t then why haven’t you sat down yet Julie.” His body trembled at the name.

“Sit down beside me!”

He mumbled softly, “I can’t sit down”

“Why not,” I asked him.

“That is none of your business. “

“As your sister, it is my business. I want you to be safe from Richards perversions. Tell me what is going on so I can help you. And protect you,” I pleaded with him. I needed to protect my brother even if he didn’t want me to.

He screamed, “Nothing is ‘going on’ why wont you stop asking me.”

This was clearly going nowhere. “Fine ok, that must mean you want to dress this way!”

“Fine, I want to dress this way now leave it alone,” He asked me.

“Yes, Julie Princess.”

“Please don’t call me that!”

“Julie Princess, that’s your name isn’t it. Its written on your jeans and since ‘Nothing is going on’ Its your idea so that’s your name unless you tell me differently. Do you have anything to tell me?” I stood infront of her waiting for an answer. I was loosing patience with his stupidity.

“No,” He said.

“There you have it,” I spat at him. “Since its all your idea Julie, perhaps you would like to show me what you are wearing and I can loan you some more stuff to wear at home. Sisters share! I can give you some very pretty stuff. Stuff that will really attract guys. “

His little mouth hug open, “I thought you were on my side, you can't do this to me!”

“If this is your idea then I am helping you. Do you have anything you want to tell me?"

My idiot brother opened his arms innocently, “There’s nothing to tell. When will you get off that kick?”

I said, “Fine. I'm off the kick. If you want to be more girly lets do it right. “

The idiot saw no way around it, his shoulders slumped, “Fine sister. I want to be more girly. “

This was fun, the power I had. It was like a rush. I knew I was going too far but I still felt I had to help him so I had to push him until he realized he needed help. My stupid brother, Rather than admit he was being abused by Richard, he was willingly to let me make him more girly. He had given me control rather than admit he was being abused. How stupid is that!

My voice rose to a commanding tone, “Take off your outer clothing and let me see that bra and panty that you have on, Julie. Then lets go from there, okay”

He moaned helplessly, “What ever.” His arms crossed and lifted his shirt over his head revealing a two large padded cups poking out from his chest. Geez, they must be D cups. Impossible to hide and quite sexy. I smiled at him and he hid his face. He struggled to pull down the jeans that looked like they were pasted to his hips. Luckily they weren’t and he slide them down to show he was wearing a incredibly sexy pair of purple silk panties embroiled across the sides with feminine lace. I didn’t know what to say about him any longer. This was just too much. He was standing in front of me wearing a pair of bra and panties.

“You can still tell me what the deal is and I will help you. “

“What will you do if I tell you, sister.”

“I will call the police and tell them what you told me. They will take my statement and verify it with you then go arrest Richard and our mother. “

“NO way sis. After that, everyone will know. Everyone from school will know. The guys I hang out with at school. Its not like it is for girls. Girls get sympathy, boys get teased and called gay. Forget it. “

“Fine Julie. If you would rather have me believe its your idea and this is what you want, I will help you along and make you the prettiest princess in our family. Lets get you in nylons and heels. I think I have the perfect pair of them in my closet. Come along, Julie princess.

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What's hard to realize

Brooke Erickson's picture

What's hard to realize unless you've been there is just how hard it is for someone who has been abused to trust anyone. On top of that, they've usually been fed lies about what will happen if they try to break free.

So being more scared of what will happen if the abuse is exposed than of the abuse itself is all too common.

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Sick

Congratulations to the sister, she just sank to the same level of perversion with her mom and stepfather. She ought to feel real proud of herself for taking charge like that.

KJT

"Being a girl is wonderful and to torture someone into that would be like the exact opposite of what it's like. I don’t know how anyone could act that way." College Girl - poetheather


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The Truth

littlerocksilver's picture

There's a lot more to this than first appears. I am keeping an open mind and waiting for more information.

Portia

Portia

What information?

There is nothing to indicate that there is anymore coming. This is labeled a short story, there is no Part 1 or serial chapter or "To be continued.. In this family, female-wise, it seems the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree. Like mother, like daughter, apparently.

sorry

there isnt any more. this is a short ironic story that i had wanted to write in the wicked sister genre Karan J got it right, in the end she became an abuser much like the rest of them even though in her mind, she is trying to help him. she admited she wasnt a therapist so her therapeutic methods are seriously in question. Perhaps i can take this further

Are you getting help?

God Chris, this knocked me for a loop! I know far more about this shit than I want to. Be safe OK. Talk to a professional about it OK. I wrote "Pray Happy" when I was going through a dark time.

I understand if this was an excercise to blow some shit off. The feelings get built up in there and you have to get rid of them or they make you go crazy. I feel that way at times too; trying to walk away from it but it seems like 4 steps forward and 3 back.

Gwen