My name is George. I'm 15 years old. My parents are divorced. I live with my mother and younger sister. I was painfully shy growing up and I didn't really have any pals to hang out with so, out of desperation, I started tagging along with my sister Fiona who was two years younger than me but much more outgoing. Fiona didn't mind because that meant she could stay out later being escorted by her big brother.

Fiona liked to meet up with her girlfriends at one of their homes or at the shopping mall. No one else seemed to mind either because I never interfered with their activities. I usually just sat there and listened to them gossip or complain about boyfriends. I liked to imagine I was a sheikh and they were all my harem girls.

Occasionally one of the girls would ask my opinion about something they were talking about, something they were wearing or a boy one of the girls liked. I was always complimentary or sympathetic and I never betrayed a confidence. Then they'd tease me about being the best girlfriend a girl could have. I'd be embarrassed but I craved the attention and so I took the teasing in good humor.

"He'd rather be your boyfriend, Carla" said Fiona. Carla was my sister's "best friend forever" and we were visiting her home. I felt my ears burning. I did have a crush on Carla but I never said a word to anyone. Carla just nodded and smiled like it was old news to her.

"Is that true, George? Would you like to be my boyfriend?" I smiled and nodded my head. Was it possible?

"I'm afraid I already have a boyfriend, but you can still be my girlfriend. Would you like that?"

"I'm a guy," I replied. I should have known she was teasing me.

"You make a better girl than some girls I know," Carla replied.

"Prettier too," Fiona added and both girls giggled. I suppose that gave Carla ideas because she left the room and came back with a makeup kit. I was apprehensive when I saw a mischievous look in her eyes.

"You'd be even prettier with a little makeup."

"I'm not going to start wearing makeup." I started to back away.

"Oh please, George," Carla begged. "We'll just try a little lipstick. Okay? It's nothing permanent."

"I don't think so."

"Pretty please? I'll give you a big kiss if you let me put some lipstick on you."

"A kiss?" At that point in my life I would have sold my soul for a kiss from a pretty girl. It was just us three together this time. What could it hurt I reasoned. Carla took my silence as assent. She took a little brush and took a few swipes at some lipstick. She sat down beside me and told me to part my lips and hold still. I obeyed and felt a light touch on my lips from the brush. Carla finished with the brush and had me blot my lips on some tissue. She handed me a mirror.

"Gross," I exclaimed. It wasn't really but I was unsettled by how ... feminine I looked. I picked up a tissue to wipe it off but Carla grabbed my wrist.

"Don't you want your kiss, Georgette?" Georgette?

"Yeah sure ... but..."

"Then leave the lipstick on, Georgette or I can't kiss you. I can't kiss George. That would be cheating on my boyfriend. But I can kiss Georgette all I want. Do you understand, Georgette?" I didn't really but I nodded my head anyway.

"Good girl," said Carla and kissed me right on the lips. It wasn't one of those quick smooches either. It was one of those mouth wide open screen kisses where the orchestral strings come up into a big crescendo. I was in heaven.

"Whoa, Carla!" said Fiona. "I didn't know you were into other girls."

"Well, now you know," Carla replied. I decided right there I could be Georgette and wear lipstick for Carla anytime as long as I could kiss her like this and no one else knew.

"What are you girls doing to that poor boy," said a voice nearby. Darn! It was Carla's mother standing in the doorway.

"There's no boy here right now, Mom. This is Georgette and we're just sharing a lesbian kiss."

"I don't see any Georgette."

"Show her, Georgette." I would rather have sunk through the floor and died but I didn't want to displease Carla so I lifted my head. Carla's mother, Mrs. Johnson, shook her head and smiled.

"That lipstick shade isn't your color, honey," said the woman.

"That's the only one I could find quickly," said Carla. "Could you help me maybe improve her looks, Mom? Please?"

"Stand up for me, will you sweetie?" I stood up wondering where this was going. I didn't want to look more girly than I already was. Mrs. Johnson gave me a once over inspection.

"Clear complexion, small boned, delicate hands. How old are you, baby?"

"I'm fifteen."

"That old? I took you for a lot younger."

"Everyone thinks that." I've always been small for my age and still have that androgynous look of a younger boy. I'm still a long way from shaving and my voice hasn't deepened even though I've reached puberty.

"She still gets invited to children's birthday parties," Fiona interjected.

"I do not!" The last time that happened was almost a year ago. I'm hopeful it won't happen again.

"You have eyelashes most girls would kill for. Yeah, my guess is that you could be turned into a real pretty brunette."

"Wouldn't she have to grow out her hair, Mom? Couldn't she wear a wig?"

"Well, I could do a lot more if she had longer hair, but I think she has enough to work with right now. A decent wig is too expensive. Of course, I won't do anything that'll get me in trouble and absolutely nothing against her will. I'm not going to hogtie her." Darn! I wished they stopped using the feminine pronoun when referring to me. Mrs. Johnson was a partner in a hair salon so I guess she knew how to make women beautiful but I wasn't a woman.

"I don't think I want to go any further with this," I said. I didn't want to be girlified.

"Oh, please don't say that, Georgette. We'll have so much fun. And no one will know outside of this room. I promise." Carla pressed her boob against my upper arm. She batted her eyelashes and gave me a pleading look with her most winning smile. I knew I was dead meat. Fiona giggled and Mrs. Johnson smirked.

I fell back into my usual silence as Carla, Fiona and Mrs. Johnson discussed how to "improve my looks". Translate that into making me look more feminine. Doubts began to crowd my mind once again. I was willing to put up with the lipstick because I liked kissing Carla but I wanted to be her boyfriend, not her girlfriend. I decided to excuse myself and leave but not before wiping off that ridiculous lipstick.

Carla must have had mind reading powers because she grabbed my hand before I moved a muscle, guided it onto her lap and held it there. I could feel her thighs! I blushed once again. Would she notice the stiffy I just sprouted? I think she did because she glanced down at my crotch and smiled. I was in this 13 year-old girl's power once again and she knew it.

Nothing was decided except that I was to let my hair grow out. Summer vacation was coming up and I usually had it cut real short so I wouldn't have to worry about it until school started up in the fall. I promised to meet everyone at the hair salon the next day after getting assurances they had plenty of male clients and my presence there wouldn't be seen as unusual. Mrs. Johnson said she'd have some ideas for my new look.

Mrs. Johnson took a picture of me and took my measurements; height and weight as well as chest, waist, hips and a whole bunch of other measurements. She even checked my shoe size.

"Skinny as a rail and as flat as a board," she said, "but we'll come up with something."

I was finally allowed to go the bathroom and remove the lipstick while Carla and Fiona had a brief private conference in her bedroom. Fiona smirked all the way on the walk home but she didn't say much. By the time we returned home I was once again out from under Carla's spell. I swore this was the end of this particular adventure even if it meant I wouldn't be able to kiss or even visit her again.

At dinner Fiona started telling Mom how Carla's mom had offered me tips on dressing and grooming as well as working with me to improve my self confidence. She made it sound like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity; the greatest thing since popped corn. She was lobbying Mom for her support.

"Why that's wonderful, George," said Mom. "I hope you accepted Mrs. Johnson's kind offer."

Of course Fiona left out some important facts like Carla's desire to make me look like a girl. I didn't want to try and explain that. It would be too embarrassing. So I opted for evasiveness.

"Well, uh ... I told her I'd think about it."

"You did not," said Fiona. "You said you'd meet with her at the hair salon tomorrow. I heard you."

"Yeah, but I've decided not to, okay?"

"Is there any particular reason, George?"

"Um ... I think Carla wants me to be ... girly." I said it. I couldn't believe how humiliated I felt. I felt my whole face flushing in embarrassment.

"Girly?"

"Sophisticated, Mom," said Fiona. She sounded indignant. "My best friend's mother wants to teach him a few social graces. That's all. George thinks the only way to get a girlfriend is to act like a caveman like most of the boys at school. I'm afraid that's something you can't pull off, big brother.

"Besides, Mrs. Johnson said she'd be working on some ideas for him and now to find out she's wasting her time. I'll just die if I lose my friendship with Carla over this, Mother."

"Call her up and tell her I changed my mind. Mrs. Johnson probably hasn't even started."

"You call her up, you coward. I'm not your private secretary."

"I have to agree with your sister on this," Mom said. "No one forced you to make this commitment. You call Mrs. Johnson right now and cancel or you show up at your appointed time and go through with it. You don't have to continue if you don't like it. But for the life of me, I don't know why you don't want to do it. You'll probably be spending the entire summer on that computer playing games when you could be learning something useful."

It would have been so much easier to explain to my mother exactly what happened earlier that afternoon with the lipstick and all. She would've understood then. But I didn't. My sister knew I wouldn't because she's right about one thing; I'm a coward. I decided I wasn't going to call and I wasn't going to show up either. I mean, what were they going to do, sue me?

As soon as I left the dinner table Fiona asked to talk to me in her room. I figured she wanted to see if she could talk me into cooperating with Carla. It would be a waste of time as far as I was concerned but I went anyway just to find out what she had to say. I had a nasty surprise waiting for me when I walked into her room. My sister's computer was running and she had a lipsticked image of me on her laptop screen.

"I took some video of you with my phone this afternoon," said Fiona. "Carla already has a copy of everything. The stills go on Carla's Facebook page and the video will be posted to Youtube if you don't cooperate completely with our plans for you."

"Plans? It ... uh doesn't look that bad," I countered. It really didn't.

"No, but you know what people will think anyway. Do you realize how many friends Carla has on her Facebook page?" It was probably a lot. I knew I was a screwed pigeon. I turned around and left.

People tend to show their true colors when they get something on you. Carla's and Fiona's true colors were black, black and black. Did I mention the color black? Just as black as their souls. My crush on Carla had been crushed. I barely slept that night. When I did finally doze off I had a horrific nightmare.

In my nightmare I'd been turned into a beautiful maiden with huge boobs. My male genitals had been magically removed and replaced with a pussy. I was wearing a skimpy costume that didn't hide anything. I was completely vulnerable. Three big ugly men with huge pricks had grabbed me and were raping me. My pussy, mouth and anus were being violated simultaneously. My face and body were covered with cum. Other men were lined up out the door waiting for their turn at me. Carla and Fiona were in the room too. They had video cameras and were faithfully recording the whole scene.

I woke with a shout. I was covered with sweat. My heart was racing and I was gasping like I was out of breath. I finally realized it was just a nightmare and tried to calm down but I swear I still felt the weight of those phantom boobs hanging from my chest. I was sure those rapists were going to grab me again the moment I closed my eyes. I had to stop downloading those Japanese hentai images.

I decided right then and there I wasn't going to the hair salon. I wasn't going to let those girls turn me into a girl--complete with boobs and pussy. Let them post that stupid video and those dumb still images. I'd survive the inevitable ridicule ... somehow ... eventually. Or maybe not. My common sense ... or my cowardice started reasserting itself. I sighed in resignation.

Fiona told Mom at breakfast that I'd reconsidered and was going to show up to my appointment. Mom said she was glad for me. I just shrugged my shoulders and didn't say anything.

I was lucky I didn't have any exams that day and none of the teachers called on me. My mind was a complete blank except for worrying what the girls were going to do to me once I got to the hair salon.

The junior high school lets out a little earlier than the high school so Carla and Fiona were waiting for me when I got out. They escorted me to the salon where Mrs. Johnson was waiting. She took us back to a private room and sat me down in a swivel chair. There was a large mirror and wash basin with all kinds of bottles, combs, scissors and other barber implements. She showed me pictures of both men and women in what she called unisex styles. They looked okay with either sex.

"Which one do you prefer, honey?" To tell the truth, I didn't prefer any of them. I wanted to jump out of the chair and run out of there. Taking my usual cowardly stance, I deferred to Carla who chose what I considered the most feminine of the styles. I should have known she would do that.

"Are you sure about this, sweetie? You look kind of nervous."

"I am nervous, but uh ... go ahead." I really believed I didn't really have a choice.

In the next hour my hair was shampooed, conditioned, cut, curled, shaped and even tinted with blond highlights. While all this was going on I was getting a manicure and a pedicure. I listened to them talk about hair, nail and skin care nonstop. My eyes glazed over and they knew I wasn't going to remember all that but Carla and Fiona said they'd make sure I did everything I was told.

I was dreading what would happen next but Mrs. Johnson said she didn't have the time right now and that we should take things slowly anyway. I had to agree with that. The next step could take place 50 years from now as far as I was concerned. I wasn't in a hurry. Well, my hair wasn't the disaster that I feared. It looked pretty good and I felt pretty good.

That didn't last long. Carla and Fiona took me next door to a piercing parlor and had my ears pierced with starter stud earrings. I wanted to cry.

"Don't be such a baby," Carla said. "Lots of guys get their ears pierced these days. Fiona and I will help you take care of them so your ears don't fall off." Both girls giggled but I wasn't amused. I thought Mom would freak when she saw the pierced ears but her only comment was that I looked very handsome.

Fiona called me into her bedroom later that evening and I cringed. I already started to associate my sister's bedroom with bad news. I wasn't wrong.

"You're going to practice applying your own lipstick."

I was tempted to punch her in the face right then but I knew I couldn't. She sat me down at her desk. There was a lipstick tube, a hand mirror and a box of tissues. She demonstrated on herself and then had me practicing for the next half hour. I thought I had it down pretty good after about 15 minutes but she insisted I continue.

"You'll get to the point where you'll be able apply your lipstick perfectly without even thinking about it."

"I don't want to get to that point," I replied. "Not only do I not want to do it, I don't want to even think about doing it."

"That's not your choice now." I thought my sister was finished with me but no such luck. She had me applying skin moisturizers all over the place while she checked and cleaned my ear piercings.

"I've always wanted a sister and now I have one."

"I'm not your sister, Fiona. I'm your brother. I wish you and Carla would stop with this B.S. It's gone too far already."

"You'll need to shave your legs. I can give you a razor." She held up a Lady Bic.

"I'm not going to shave my legs."

"Yes you will ... eventually." She opened one of her dresser drawers and drew out a pair of panties.

"Here. Wear these tonight." She thrust them at me and I jumped back like it was a red hot branding iron. That got my sister giggling. I went back to my room. I just hoped I wouldn't have any more nightmares from this experience.

I'm pretty much a nonentity at my school. No one takes notice of me and it's something I'd come to accept. So I was really surprised when one of the pretty girls from my algebra class started talking to me.

"I really like what you did with your hair," she said.

"Uh, thanks," I replied. I wasn't sure how to react. I just hoped she wasn't being sarcastic.

"And pierced ears, huh? Cool!" That was just about the extent of my conversation with her but it was really something for me. We wished each other good luck with our finals and then she was gone. So, I thought, maybe something good can come out of something bad.

Carla and Fiona pretty much left me alone during finals week. I say pretty much but not completely. Fiona still made me take a break from my studying to practice applying lipstick. She also helped me with my hair in the morning. I started using the shampoo and conditioner Mrs. Johnson sent along and also a shower cap she'd given me.

Fiona and I did go over to Carla's once during the week. Mrs. Johnson was home at the time and she wanted to trim and pluck my eyebrows. I wasn't enthusiastic.

"A clean eyebrow line isn't unmasculine, sweetie. It's a part of good grooming." I still declined until the girls gave me the evil eye. I let her go ahead and do it. The results still looked kind of girly to me but what could I do? Fortunately nobody at school noticed.

I knew the girls had more plans for me. I just didn't know when the other shoe would drop. I celebrated the end of the school term by playing computer games all weekend and sleeping in on the following Monday. I heard my bedroom door open but I kept my eyes closed and hoped my sister would go away.