I give my best fake cough. It was late senior year and I had been busting my balls for months. I just want a day at home alone. She finally replies after a minute of withering glares.
"Fine. I'll call the school. But you're seeing a doctor Monday if this persists. I'll be back around five."
"Sure. Whatever."
I lay perfectly still until the sound of my mums car fades away. Then I throw back the covers and run down the stairs to the front door. The deadbolt slams shut and I literally skip back up to my room. Once I'm there I peel off the false trappings of masculinity.
I stand naked in front of a mirror. I wouldn't say I was fit. But I wasn't really fat either. The best descriptor would be slim. I must stand there for about half an hour, depression rising.
"This isn't me. It just isn't."
My eyes start to mist as I take a final look at masculine me. A sheet from my bed soon obscures it. I pad into the hallway. My hand scrambles across the top of the door until my slender fingers stumble into the key for my sisters room.
She had left for University last year but her room just sat there. Not a single thing had been touched. Except by me. It had become my playground.
A smile blossoms across my face as tumblers slide out of the way. The door swings open to reveal a world of feminine pleasure. Lace, pink, satin, chiffon. My face just lights up.
The first thing I do is crack open her cupboard. Clothing basically springs out at me. My sister had never been the most organized. The first thing I pluck out is a pair of plain black cotton panties. I rub my fingers together, feeling the fabric.
"Not sexy enough," I mutter to myself.
I dig further in and pull out a silky pink thong edged in lace.
"Much better."
I slide then gingerly up my legs and slip the back between my butt cheeks. My fingertips gently maneuver my balls back into my body. The lace nestles gently against the front of my stomach and hides my package quite well. My hand ventures back into the mound, groping blindly for a bra.
When it finally emerges I am grasping one of my sisters favourite bras. A purple push-up, padded, maximiser bra. In silk. A squeak of joy emerges from my lips. I quickly clip it on and stuff the c-cups with spare panties.
"And what to wear over this?" I muse to myself. "Stockings for a start."
I delve into the treasure trove of my sisters clothes and emerge with my prize. The smooth nylon creeps up my legs and the lace top stops smack in the middle of my thighs. I'm still spinning in a circle, trying to get a better look at the back of my legs, when the doorbell rings.
I jump into the air and scramble to the window. I crack the curtains and peer out hesitantly. An audible sigh of relief, its just the delivery guy. But I'm still dressed as a girl.
My mind races. I'll never get changed in time. My mum had given Glen, our delivery guy, a spare key for if she's not home. He'll be inside in seconds! Thinking quickly I snatch a thick woolen robe from my room on my way downstairs.
I just finish tying on the robe as the front door opens. A messy mop of red hair hovers in above a cardboard box.
"Hey Glen. What's in the box?" I pipe cheerfully. Glen always puts me in a good mood.
"Just some trinkets your mum bought online. And anyway what are you doing home? Ain't this a schoolday?"
"Yeah. It is. I'm sick."
"She fell for that."
"Yup."
Glen takes a long time answering and I notice him looking at my chest. I'd forgotten I still had c-cup tits. I cross my arms over them and cough pointedly.
Glen startles and begins to turn put the box down. As he bends I get a great view of his ass. I had always admired Glen. But I don't think he'd very much noticed me.