Brother Becomes Sister - Sex Stories

Brother Becomes Sister

All characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.

I did not really know what to expect up to the point when the doorbell rang. Steve had not sent any pictures and on direct questions he became evasive. I tried to dwell on my memories of him playing with makeup or dressing up in ladies garment that did not fit him and turn them into a projection of future development. It did not succeed. When he announced, without any diplomatic preparations, at the dinner table, in front of the gathered family, that he was a girl trapped in a boy's body and that he intended to make that body look like a girl and take boys as lovers it created a stunned silence. My halfhearted attempt to take it as a joke was not appreciated. Dad was not condemning, but I must say that he freaked out somewhat. Mom did not freak out, she tried to show sympathy, but could not manage genuine understanding. And I? I was feeling guilt, to be honest. I was the five year older brother. I had teased him, often for being scrawny, sometimes even calling him "girly" or "sissy". Was this my fault? It made me confused and I told him so before he left for university. Steve said he did not blame me for anything. And this was approximately three years later. I was still confused. And I became more confused when I opened the front door.

Out there a slender creature was standing. I immediately and instinctively assumed it was a female. She was shorter than me, carrying a blue bag in a strap over her left ...

... shoulder, wearing a black tank top, a knee long skirt in white and pink, shoes with shiny buckles and high, black stockings. Her ruffled and jet-black hair fell down to the jaws. Perhaps it was the fact that I had the sunlight towards me that made identification impossible. I was about to ask: "Can I do something for you, miss?"

Another question was spoken.

"Hi, bro. Are you not going to let me in?"

It was Steve's voice. A bit brighter and softer. Involuntarily I gasped.

"Steve?"

"Yes. Well, not really, in one sense. Are you going to let me in?"

"Yeah...Of course, come in."

She, or he entered, and I closed the door. Another examination decreased my confusion a bit. I should have recognized the grayish eyes, the straight nose, the long and rather thick eyebrows, the slightly accentuated cheekbones. Steve put the bag on the floor and leaned against the back of my sofa.

"So...What do you think?"

"About what?"

"Don't be coy. What do you think about the way I look?"

"You could have warned me."

"And spoil the surprise? Tell me what you think."

"I...I don't know what to say."

"No opinions at all? Come on, try. Be honest."

Steve made a twirl, with arms outstretched. He looked like a girl.

"You...You look like a girl."

His whole face smiled.

"Really? You really think so?"

"Yes. Do you think I would lie about a thing like that?"

"You don't understand! Looking like a girl was exactly the effect I wanted to achieve! And when you say it, ...