My Sister Ivy Part 7

My Sister Ivy Part 7

It’s the weekend again and Ivy’s already putting me through my paces. It’s only seven in the morning and I’m already up, showered, and shaved all over.

The only breakfast Ivy has allowed me to eat is those darn skin vitamins she’s been making me take—and I’m starving!!

The diet she’s got me on is insane! Although, I have to admit it's working very well—I’ve lost the bulk around my shoulders that we wanted, very quickly. My skinner body seems to be curvier too—not sure how that’s happened!

“Why are we up so early…?” I whine, pulling a sour face as Ivy brushes my cheeks gently with her foundation brush.

Ivy huffs and takes the brush from my face. “Jordan!” she moans. “Stop frowning so much!”

“I’m just asking Ivy!” I retort, annoyed at her attitude. “You know I’ve been feeling really tired recently—I just don’t see what I have to put my makeup on before breakfast!”

Giving me a grim look, Ivy impatiently places her hands on her hips. “What’s with all this attitude recently?”

“Attitude?” I reply in frustration. “I told you I’m tired but you’ve still woken me up at the crack of dawn. I don’t care how good you are at makeup—I’m starting to look ill!

“No your not,” Ivy grunts in reply, bringing the brush back to my face. “You’re just being a real whiny little baby.”

“I’m not a whiny baby!” I complain, moving my face away from her brush. “I’m the reason your channel and socials are starting to trend! Thought you’d wanna be a little nicer to me considering.”

“Look at you..!” Ivy says, letting out a grunt in disgust. “Just because you’re getting all this new attention from people online—you’re all of a sudden some sort of primadonna!”

Turning rapidly to look at the frustration on her face, I feel my eyes watering. Is that what she thinks of me!? All I wanted was the sleep a little longer.

“I’m not a p-primadonna!” I cry as tears start rolling down my face.

“Oh Jordan,” Ivy says, reacting to my tears with a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. That was a little mean.”

Although she’s now being nice to me, I can’t stop crying!

“I-I-I-I…..,” I stutter, rubbing my eyes. “I just feel so…..exhausted.”

Bringing her face down to rest her chin on my bare shoulder, Ivy gives me a smile in the reflection of the mirror.

“I Know…,” she admits. “I’ve been asking a lot of you recently, haven’t I?”

Sniffing, I nod gently.

“You’ve been so well with your diet and every new beauty ritual I throw at you,” she says, playfully brushing my face with the brush in her hands. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been really stressed about all the extra traffic my socials have been getting! It’s been really hard trying to keep up with the demand!”

Rubbing away any tears with my forearm, I look into Ivy’s desperate eyes. “Is that why you’ve been going to the gym a lot—are you trying to avoid it?”

Ivy stands and shakes her head. “No…..that’s….erm—something else. Still, can you forgive me?”

I give her a small smile and nod again.

“I’m sorry too,” I say, sniffing back a final time. “I’ve just been so up and down emotionally. I cried yesterday for ten minutes because I dropped my avocado and toast on the floor.”

Turning to face Ivy, waiting for her to reply, she looks a little white. As we make eye contact, she looks away.

“It’s strange,” I say, feeling a bit puzzled by her behavior. “I’ve never cried over something like that before. I guess I’m just really tired…huh?”

“Y-yeah…..!” Ivy nervously laughs in reply. “Nothing worse than not sleeping!”

I raise my eyebrow at her as she continues to look away. “Yeah I suppose so….,” I say, suspiciously.

“We should crack on,” Ivy replies, reaching across me to grab her foundation. “The princess dress I’ve brought might be a little difficult to get on.”

Looking to my right, I see it hanging. It’s long, pink, and very feminine looking. Disney princess style.

“Looks like it’s going to be difficult to wear too,” I comment as Ivy starts doing my makeup once more.

Closing my eyes as Ivy instructs, I feel her wafting the soft brushes over my eyelids. Eventually, she tells me to open them so she can apply mascara.

I have to give it to Ivy, she’s getting really good at my makeup. I look more and more feminine each time. I even feel like my skin is softer and my features are rounder! Crazy what a bit of makeup can do!

“Going to have to be braless with this outfit,” Ivy says, gently applying my lipstick. “I’m not sure what do to about forms on your chest. Maybe we go without this time?”

“I’m cool with that. My nipples have been feeling super tender and sore recently,” I say, watching the concentration on her face. “Plus, Dad moans about them making me look too feminine anyway.”

Ivy steps back and gives me a disapproving look. “Don’t worry about him.”

“I’m not,” I quickly reply, holding my hands up. “Honestly!”

Smiling, Ivy put away the lipstick. Walking behind me, she stares at my face through the reflection in the mirror. I can see her studying my face for any slight imperfection.

Giving me a satisfied nod, she soon turns her attention to my hair.

“Soft…,” Ivy remarks, running her fingers through my natural hair. “It’s growing really fast. Might be able to style this soon.”

“You think so?” I ask, giving her a pleased smile. “A girl at school did ask me what shampoo I used the other morning. Made me feel pretty good about myself.”

“Not surprised!” Ivy giggles. “It’s incredibly soft and lushes. I’m a little jealous. Maybe we won’t need to get extensions after all.”

Allowing my face to drop, I look down at my lap.

“I can’t have really feminine-looking hair though, Ivy,” I say, knowing the questions and teasing that may bring. “I’ve already got kids at school pointing out how girly my eyebrows look.”

“Kids…,” Ivy grumbles. “Don’t listen to them either.”

I look up and frown at my face full of makeup. I love seeing myself like this, but others don’t seem to think it’s normal.

“I’m finding it hard not to,” I admit, feeling myself getting upset again.

“Jordan!” Ivy moans, fanning my eyes. “I know it’s not nice, but please don’t cry! You’ll ruin the look!”

“Sorry, Sorry,” I mumble, also fanning my eyes dry.

“It’s okay!” Ivy chuckles, checking my eyes. “Let's just get you all pretty in this dress and forget about everyone else. Y’know, most girls dream of wearing such a dress. It wasn’t cheap!”

I look up again and notice how many layers of the skirt there are. So much material! It doesn’t look cheap at all!

What it does look— is heavy.

“Do I need to wear the corset with this one?” I ask, standing up from the vanity desk.

Ivy moves over to the dress and slightly turns it so I can see the back. “Nah. It’s got a corset built in. Should look really nice.”

Ivy soon instructs me to remove my pajama’s so I can get into the dress. I moan a little about not wanting her to see my privates, but after allowing me to go get some boxer shorts, I finally step into the dress.

Ivy pulls the hefty dress up my body. As the tight-fitting dress works its way up past my hips and backside, Ivy helps me put my arms into the long sleeves.

Felt really weird having my shoulders completely exposed, but my arms covered so tight by the material.

“Breath in,” Ivy giggles, pulling at the corset strings behind me.

I brace myself as I feel the already close-fitting dress get tighter and tighter.

“S-so tight,” I wheeze, as she tugs hard on the corset strings. “I c-can’t breath!”

“Don’t be such a wimp!” Ivy replies, tugging hard again.

I do my best not to moan. Every single tug was like my chest being compacted and compressed. I could almost feel each and every rib in my rib change screaming in pain.

“Done!” Ivy says triumphantly with an exhausted huff. “How does it feel!?”

“G-great..,” I lie, wheezing, taking short sharp breaths.

Moving directly in front of me, Ivy starts adjusting the fit around my hips. She looks me up and down and eventually, she looks down my dress at my bare chest.

“Mmm…,” she mumbles, trying to adjust the bust of the dress to look more natural. “Maybe we do need the forms….?”

“No way Ivy!” I huff, trying to panic about my chest being crushed. “My nipples are so sore!”

Frowning, Ivy pulls out the bust of the dress and looks at my chest again. Reaching in, she gently touches my chest.

I screech and jump in pain as she does.

“Stop!” I whine. “They are sensitive!”

Letting go of the dress, Ivy turns around and grabs the vitamins she’s been asking me to take.

“Take another one today,” she says, holding one out for me. “Should help with that swelling around your nipples.”

“Yeah…?” I say, taking it from her.

“Uhuh,”

Dry swallowing the small pink vitamin, I look down at myself in the dress. I’m quick to notice that the skirt is far too long for me. It’s bunching up on the ground around my feet.

“Err…Ivy?” I say, pointing down at my feet. “This is too long.”

Ivy looks down but instantly looks back up with a smug grin. “Not too long Jordan. You’ve not got your high heels on yet. Should be the perfect length once you have them on.”

“Oh,” I reply embarrassed

Ivy points over to the corner of the room at a pair of very high-looking heels. Nothing like I’ve worn before. Expecting her to go get them and tease me with them, Ivy just looks concerned.

I see her looking at the vitamin packet with worry.

“You ok?” I ask.

Startled, like she’d forgotten I was standing here in this puffy Disney princess outfit, she gives me an awkward smile.

“Yeah fine,” she replies. “Just thinking we need to get this shoot done as quick as we can. I need to go to the gym later! I’ve got someone I need to see.”