The towel was wrapped around me in the same fashion a girl would wrap it around herself. My mind had slipped and I didn't even realize that it had done so. Dropping the towel to the floor, I skip over to my bed and pick up the doll and cradling the inanimate object close in a motherly fashion, I tell my sister, "I would love to."
I’m falling faster and faster down the rabbit's hole and I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Following Katherine into her room, we had only just sat down in front of the pretend tea set when mother came up. Seeing us playing in my sister's room she said to us, "Girls, we're going out to eat. Marcus, you'd better get some decent clothes on. You can't wear your bathing suit to the restaurant."
Hearing my name brought me partially back to the here and now and I was confused on something. Mother had called me Marcus, but had addressed me and Katherine as 'Girls'. Why?
Before I could unravel this mystery, something caught my eye and instead I stood and walked over to Katherine's closet. Pulling out a hot pink skirt, I turned to my sister and asked, "May I please wear this? Please? Pretty please?"
My sister giggled in response and opened her dresser and took from it a short sleeve black shirt with pink, yellow, blue and white squiggle patterns on the front. Handing the shirt to me, she told me, "This would be really pretty with it." Matching her giggle, I take the shirt and skip out of her room and back to my room.
My mind had slipped and I didn't even realize it as I took the swimsuit off and threw it and the towel into my closet. Pulling on the shirt, I thought to myself how nice and soft it was. Next I pulled on the hot pink skirt, buttoned the three buttons on the side and stood in front of the mirror, twirling back and forth. The skirt started at my waist and went down as a flat piece until it was just passed the area were my legs started. After that, it ballooned outward into a piece that fell just shy of mid-level of my thighs. Realizing that I needed underwear, I went back to Katherine's room and seeing she wasn't there, thought to myself, "She won't mind. After all, we are sisters and we do share our stuff sometimes."
Opening the top drawer, I select a pair of panties with Tinkerbell on the front and tucking my penis and testicles back, I pull the underwear on, marveling on how flat and feminine I look. Next I select a pair of white socks and taking them, I run downstairs.
Sitting on a chair, I start to pull the socks on when Katherine enters and seeing me, replies, "Ashley, can I braid your hair? I've been practicing."
Something about being addressed like this almost brought me back, but then something over ruled it and instead I giggle like a little girl and tell her, "Yes. But only if I can braid your hair when you are done with mine."
Katherine giggles at this and sitting down on the floor Indian style, I feel her gently first pull on and then begin to brush my hair. Half an hour later, mother comes in and seeing us sitting on the floor and that I'm just finishing up braiding Katherine's hair, she tells us, "Get your shoes on girls. Ashley, don't forget your coat."
Jumping up, Katherine and I run toward the front door to grab out shoes and jackets, my mind locked into a feminine frame and for the next five hours, I totally believe that I'm a three year old girl named Ashley. I won't snap back until bedtime and I find myself cuddling up to a doll of Angelina Ballerina, wearing one of my sister's nightgowns and laying down in the same bed as Katherine, a pair of pull-ups on the both of us.
And all I can think of as I lay there, smelling the strong odor of strawberry bubble bath coming from the both of us as I cuddle my doll, is, "Me and my sister sometimes sleep together." which really bothers me for some reason.