My Sister Caught Me (GenderPlay Quicky)

My Sister Caught Me

If you’re a crossdresser, like me, you know just how exciting it can be when everybody is out of the house and you’re left all alone. It’s made even more exciting when you know it’s going to be a good while before anyone comes back to the house.

Having already been told I’m coming home to an empty home this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day! Daydreaming constantly about what outfit I should wear!

You can imagine just how fast my heart is beating as I walk through the front door to complete silence in the house. Usually, I'd come in and sink into the sofa to watch TV, but today I throw my rucksack down and rush upstairs.

Now, I’m lucky enough to have a sister who’s a similar build and age to me. So finding stuff to wear isn’t that much of an issue. Plus, my Mom had me when she was young, so her wardrobe is not bad either. She’s not a soccer Mom just yet!

Clambering out of my clothes at the speed of sound, I step into the bathroom to start my ‘de-boy’ routine. This consists of a really close shave all over and some borrowed makeup applied as best as I know how.

I’m in no way a makeup artist, but I do my best! I only know what Lotty, my sister, once showed me when we were bored together. Basically, I’ve got mascara on, some foundation, blush, eyeliner, and a little eyeshadow.

It’s just enough to feminize my face. Not that I really need to feminize myself too much. I’m a really skinny guy with apparently ‘cute’ features. I’m no Giga Chad—let's put it like that.

Having done that, I find my hidden safe box under the bed and pull it out. I’ve got a few bits in here that I like to keep hidden away. I had more, but I felt really down after dressing up and decided to throw it all away. Like I tried to purge this part of me away.

I fumble in the box and pull out a matching Bra and brief set. I brought these for me as it never really feels right wearing my sisters or my Moms.

Struggling with the bra, I eventually get the empty cups sitting just right. Reaching back into the box, I pull out my forms. They’re nothing too outrageous! I’m a small guy so I thought Double D’s would look stupid. So I brought B cups.

I also slide on my hip enhancer. It’s basically like a big pair of padded control underwear. Gives me a nicer profile and because it widens my hips so skirts and stuff sit nicer on my body.

Last but not least is my wig. It’s a short little bob cut. It’s not my favorite style, but it’s all I could afford at the time. Skillfully placing it onto my head, I had it fitted perfectly in seconds. It’s not my first time wearing it.

Giving it a quick ruffle with my hands, I’m too excited to start dressing to worry too much about how it looks—as long as the hair isn’t in my eyes I’m good.

Stepping into my sister's room, I know exactly what garments I’m after. Having just shaved my legs, I do like wearing a mini skirt to show them off. That’s exactly what I do. Running her Denim mini skirt up my legs, it sits nicely on my padded hips.

Full of glee, I quickly find a spaghetti top and throw that on over my bra and forms. It’s a strange feeling for a boy, to have so much of my skin out on display, but I think I look nice.

Just as I check my reflection in the mirror and consider putting on some accessories or heels, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Instantly I start to freak out!

My heart starts thumping like crazy and my breathing becomes short and sharp.

Who is it!? What do I do now!? I’m I going to get caught!? What excuse do I give them!? Should I hide!? Where can I hide!? Are they going to think I’m weird!? Should I jump out the window!?

My mind races and all those questions freeze me to the spot.

Just gawking in sheer panic at my sister’s bedroom's open door, she comes casually strolling in with her headphones on, oblivious to me standing in her room half-naked in her clothes. She wasn’t supposed to be back tonight! She told me she was spending the night a Mason’s, her boyfriend.

Almost like I was having an out-of-body experience, my entire body feels numb as Lotty looks up at me and jumps a little. “Oh, Noah,” she says, startled by my presence.

Having to do a double take at what I’m wearing, she leans forward and looks past the makeup on my face. It won’t be there for much longer, I can already feel the sweat beading from my face as my nerves start to get the better of me.

She looks me up and down and I can tell she’s judging me. Why didn’t I lock the door or something!? I’m such a rookie!

“I can see what look you were going for,” Lotty says, placing one hand on her face in thought. “But I don’t think that style suits you, Noah.”

I look down at myself and the forms in my bra just out there for her to see. “W-what?” I reply timidly, trying to hide myself.

Lotty points at my chest. “I do like the mini, but the top—erm…it doesn’t go.”

“S-sorry,” I say, confused as to why she isn’t freaking out.

“I don’t think that outfit choice is right for you,” She repeats, casually sitting on her bed. “Have you tried wearing that skirt with a Henley top or a smock?”

“Lotty,” I reply. “Aren’t you freaked out that I’m wearing your clothes?”

Lotty waves a single hand and brushes off my concerns. “Nah,” she laughs. “I’ve already seen what you’ve been keeping under your bed. I figured eventually I’d catch you at it.”

She again points out my outfit choice and sighs. “and I’m glad I have. I think we need to work on your style.”

“Is it really that bad?” I ask, feeling a little offended. “I happen to like what I’m wearing.”

Giggling, Lotty gets up from the bed and stands with me in front of her full-length mirror. “If you're going for a slutty look,” she replies, scrunching her face in disapproval. “Then you’re on the right track. But I see you more as a cutie rather than a slutty girl.”

“Slutty?” I ask.

She touches my wig and smiles. “Yeah, look at your cute hairstyle. It’s more girl next door than it is a naughty girl.”

“It’s all I could afford!” I say back at her, awash with all sorts of emotions after getting caught.

Lotty steps back from her as I bat her hands away from my wig in frustration.

“Touchy!” she smirks, tilting her head. “I’m only trying to help, seeing as you look like you were considering jumping out the window as I came in!”

“What are you doing back so early!?” I whine, folding my arms tight in a tantrum.

“Mason’s not feeling very well,” she replies, moving across to her closet. “So I’ve come home.”

Reaching into her closet, she pulls out a top and holds it out to me. “I think this with my mini skirt will look really cute.”

I look at her in complete disbelief. Is this really happening right now? Is my sister giving me advice on outfits?

“Noah?” she impatiently, but with a smile. “Do you want my advice or not?”

I nod furiously. “I do want your advice!”

“Good,” she grins, pushing the top into my hands. “Try this on then!”

My entire body goes bright red as I feel her eyes watching me undress and put on the top she’s asked me to. Although, I’m not as worried as I felt I would be if I got caught by her.

“See,” she says gleefully, brushing hair from my eyes. “That’s so much cuter! You’ve got a real ‘bring her home to meet Mom’ vibe. The boys really did that.”

My cheeks flush. “I-I…I’m not into boys,” I reply, keen to make sure she understands that.

Again, Lotty brushes off my comments with a single wave of her hand. “Noah,” she says suspiciously. “I’ve seen where you post those pictures of yourself dressed as a girl.”

“W-what!?” I ask, freaking out, knowing exactly what she means.

“Yeah,” she chuckles lightheartedly. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging you. I’m a girl too y’know. I understand how getting attention from boys can make you feel. It’s nice…huh?”

I don’t answer, I just look down at the floor.

“Ah don’t be so bashful, Noah,” Lotty laughs, touching my arm as she does. “You’re cute and there is no harm in wanting others to tell you that.”

She then turns on the spot and fishes out a pair of high-top canvas shoes. Passing them to me with a look that says ‘Put them on, then also grabs a necklace from her side table and hands it to me.

“These will complete your look for now,” she remarks, letting her hair down as she gets more comfortable. “If it’s just as girls in the house tonight, I don’t think we should get too dressed up.”

“I g-guess not,” I answer, secretly ecstatic about how she just referred to me as a girl

Sliding on the high top and getting help from her with the necklace, I look at myself in the mirror. A wide grin forms across my face! She was so right! I love this outfit!

“You like?” Lotty asks. “You wear it well. Cute little tush.”

“I do!” I reply, beaming a smile.

Lotty’s face lights up like she’s just had an amazing idea. “We should totally go shopping this weekend—just you and me!”

Although that idea does make me a little nervous, I nod in agreement.

“Great,” Lotty claps her hands together. “Now, how about me and you go cook some dinner and watch a film together.

Full of confidence and euphoria, I nod again. “I’d really like that, sis. Thanks!”

“As your welcome, sis,” she replies like it’s completely normal. “I’m glad I caught you! This is going to be fun!”