the truth
Chapter 2

I didn’t know what to think of this now. I mean, on one hand I knew that I loved my brother more than anything else in this world and that somehow I had to help him but, on the other hand his reluctance to give me anything to go on and admit the truth had pissed me off and made me want to humiliate him. That humiliation excited me, I liked that rush of power and at the same time it made me disgusted with myself. One thing I knew I had to keep in my mind was that I was doing this to help him, not to get a power rush. I didn’t want to turn out like my mother or her scumbag sleezy husband. However warped that may sound it was the truth. If Brian wouldn’t help himself then I had to help him against his will.

I suddenly remembered that I had left Brian in the other bedroom, I had went to my own bedroom to pick out some nice clothes for Brian to wear. I didn’t want to do this to him but I had to if I was ever going to help him.

I went back into the guest bedroom to see my innocent brother sitting on the bed, wearing his bra and panty set my mother must have brought him. My god he looked feminine! Despite the obvious attempts to emasculate him, his body type was decidedly feminine anyway. His hair was done but it was soft and stylish, natural curls that didn’t need curlers. His hips narrow and his waist was small. His face had a very soft and pretty look to it. His cheekbones were very rounded and soft, all rounded down to his chin which was very small. His face looked like a girls face. It all made him into a good target for a pedophile, like our stepfather. I always knew my mother was unfit but I never though she would stoop to choosing a pedophile for a husband, and choose his needs over the needs of her own children. I always knew that my mother was a very selfish woman so this shouldn’t have surprised me.

It did

A lot

I went though my closet and picked out several pretty gowns I had worn in high school dances and such.

Wow my old cheerleading uniform; he will look cute in that!

I went though my lingerie drawer and picked out a few sexy nylon stockings and then got a nice pair of red stiletto heels. I gathered them all up and headed back into his room.

When I got back to him, I saw his face in his hands. His body language told me he was very troubled. His face was streaked by lines of wet tears.
Oh my god, the look on his face was like a painful stab through my heart. This was my brother and I had hurt him. The look of betrayal on his feminized face struck me even more. I struggled to keep my own face stern and hard.

I gazed down at him, unfeeling and stern. “I see you are struggling with yourself, Julie. I have some things here for you to try on, for me. “

His jaw dropped in shock as I laid out the nice gowns beside eacher on the bed. I picked out a specially tight fitting pink gown I wore to the senior prom, the red nylons I had picked out. I handed the nylons to him and asked, “Julie have you been taught how to put nylons on?”

He shook his head, “No I haven’t Crystal. I don’t want to learn either!”

I shook my head in disappointment. “You must call me Miss Crystal from now on and I will teach you how to put on your own stockings. You cant just yank them up because their made of thin easly torn fabric. “

I rolled one of them up and placed it on the tip of his toes. I softly rolled it up his foot and his calf. “Do you see Julie, you must roll them up your leg genty and take care to do it in a even motion so as not to rip the fabric. “ I rolled it out up his thigh and gave the other stocking to him, “Now do the same to the other leg, Julie and remember what I taught you.”

He shook his head, “Crystal you are my sister, why are you doing this to me. Why must I learn how to put on Stockings for. You know that I am a boy. “

He was right but I had my own plan and I realized that this was a important time if I was to maintain control. I winded my arm back and slapped him hard across his cheek. “Julie, listen here girl!” I spoke harshly, “Don’t ever ever question me. We have discovered that there is nothing going on between Richard and you, and that being a girl is your own idea so you must learn how to do it right. How ever if there is anything going on with Richard and you then doing this right will make it nicer for him. HE will get a real kick out of you in nylons. “

My voice rose even more, my face took on a fearsome scow, “No more talking, put on the other nylon girl. Remember the lesson, we have a long night ahead of us!”

I saw his little body trembling and the look of sadness and shock on his face. Uncomprehending betryal. He didn’t expect such harsh treatment from his sister in a world suddenly turned against him. His mother turning her back on him, Her husband abusing him and his own father leaving forever to make a new family and now his only support left, his sister suddenly becoming cruel and wicked. The look on his face said it all, it was so sad.

His shaky hands rolled the other stocking up his leg and looked at me for approval.

I nodded my head in approval, “Very good Julie. Your bra and panties mach and I approve of them.”

I pointed to his chest, “Your bra, did you put it on or did Richard or Mom?”

“I..I, I put on the bra miss Crystal. I have an entire drawer full of girls underthings at home. “

I smiled, “That is very cute Julie. You are learning how to do feminine things. Show me how you put the bra on.”

His jaw dropped again but remembered not to argue with me. He slide the shoulder straps down and took his arms though them and turned the bra around till the claps in the back was infront and unhooked the bra and took it off.
I looked at his chest, I pointed to his red and swollen nipples. “Julie, explain that please?”
My guess was Richard played with them a lot till they were red. He looked very embarrassed and simply said, “Mom tells me not to play with him so much but I think it feels good. “

Yeah right. But I said nothing and let him wrap the bra around his chest and hooked the clap in front and turned it around and put his arms though the straps.

“That is very good.”

I looked down at his crotch, he must have it tucked or taped in back which was good. I had a better idea for his next visit but that will do for now.

I picked up my pink evening gown and helped him in it. He looked almost perfect in it. “Julie you can keep it did you put on your makeup yourself?”

“Yes Mother taught me how. Can I get out of this thing Miss Crystal, please? “

“Why do you want out of it, it looks so nice on you”?

He started tearing up again but I remained stern. “Julie you will keep that on and love being a sissy girl, do you understand!”

“Ye yes Miss Crystal!”

“Do you know how to walk in heels?”

“No miss Crystal, she has me in things she calls platforms. “

“You will learn now, sit down and let me put these on you!”

He did as I told him and put them on and with little instruction, he was steady enough to stand on them.

My cell rung and I went out of the room but told Julie to practice walking across my room.

It was Richard. He asked me how everything was and he was ready to pick up Brian in an hour.

I had to speed up my plan for tonight and I wanted it to be kind of a shock for Richard. I packed up a purse full of makeup and a vibrater along with a secret item.

I went back into the room and ordered him to take gown off and I watched, very pleased as he did.

“Richard will be here in an hour so we will have to save the shopping trip for another day, put on the cheerleading outfit. I want you to see him wearing that and carrying this purse. The purse is very important go leave without it.

Within 45 minutes, he was dressed as a cheerleader and carrying the pink purse and swaying his hips as I taught him. It was both, cute and disturbing. But Richard winked at me as he left with the saddened boy.

Authors note, I have decided to continue the story because of the interest