It wasn’t anything new, I’d done this a million times before. Well, at least I’d been doing it since I was thirteen…three years ago.

I listened to the bus rev up and pull away from my house, leaving me alone at the front door. Finally. I’d been dreaming about doing this all day. Well okay, that was kind of a moot point; I always dreamed about doing it. I walked excitedly to the door, inserting my key and turning the handle. The moment I stepped into the house I called out to see if anyone would respond. The last thing I wanted to do was start if mom or Kaylee were actually IN the house. That would get embarrassing really quickly. No one answered, so I quickly dropped my bookbag on the reclining chair in the living room and practically bounded down the hallway, toward Kaylee’s room.

I guess I should explain. I had a sort of addiction to wearing women’s clothing. I’d been doing since..well…you know, since I was thirteen. It was hard to find time to do it actually, between homework, and chores, and of course, school, but once a week there was a time, for just one hour, when the house would be completely empty. Neither my mother, Kaylee, or Michelle would be here, and it was actually the one day I looked forward to.

Kaylee was my age, and though I couldn’t tell her, she was absolutely gorgeous. I loved everything about her! I loved her hair, I loved her eyes, and most importantly, I loved the way she dressed. I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of her room, staring at her closet. It wasn’t open of course, it never was. She was far too neat for that. Her room was virtually spotless, which always made it difficult for me to wear anything of hers. If anything…ANYTHING were out of place when she came home, she would know, and I’d have to answer some really awkward questions. I took this into account as I slid the closet door open and stared, wondering what I should try on first. Then I saw it. I caught it out of the corner of my eye, on her pastel covered bed. I spun to the left and stared. It was her cheerleading outfit. I couldn’t believe it. She usually took it with her to practice, so to find it here was just…incredible! I could barely contain myself as I made my way to the bed and simply stared at the uniform. The colors were yellow, white, and black, the dominant color being a bright yellow, with white and black trim. The black and white ‘wildcats’ logo was printed on the sleeveless uniform top, and I wanted to put it on so badly. Instead of grabbing it, I studied it, making sure I’d be able to put it back exactly the way it was when I was done. Like I said, if anything were out of place, she would surely notice. I finally began to take my clothes off, dropping them onto the floor until I stood nude in the middle of my sister’s room. I thought for a moment about how wrong this seemed, and then shrugged it off as I picked up the yellow skirt and slid it over my legs, stopping it at my waist and zipping it up. I made sure it was straight, and then reached for the top, which slid over my head perfectly, though it was a little snug around the waist. Still, here I was, in her room, wearing her cheerleading outfit! I couldn’t have been happier. I walked across the room and admired myself in her full length mirror, grinning as I saw the way the material laid against my skin, and I placed my hands on my hips, imitating the way I’d seen my sister do it many times.

“Why don’t you do a few cheers for me?” Kaylee’s voice came from the door. I nearly hit the ceiling as I jumped back, my eyes going wide. She was standing in the doorway, her arms folded, a slightly amused look on her face. She was beautiful, her long blonde hair danced about her shoulders, and I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage, made evident by her modest, but relatively low cut scoop necked shirt. It was skin tight, nearly, but still pretty modest.

“Kaylee,” I gasped. “I’m sorry, I’ll take it off.”

I immediately began to fumble with the skirt, not even registering the fact that I’d be standing naked in front of her.

“I said do some cheers,” She said sternly. “Take your hands away from the skirt. Those are MY clothes. You DON’T touch them.”

I froze. She was serious.

“Kaylee…I don’t know any cheers,” I stammered. “I…I’m sorry please don’t tell mom.”

“You know plenty of cheers,” She snapped. “You watch me all the time you pervert. Now cheer.”

I stood still for a moment and then tried a few basic cheers that I’d heard at the football games. She watched me as I ran through a few of them, tossing my hands in the air as if I were holding pom poms. I finished and stood there in silence, sweat running down my cheeks.

“Again,” She said. “Keep doing it or I tell mom.”

I ran through the cheers again, trying my best to imitate the movements I’d seen her do at practices and games. I finished and watched as she came toward me. I cringed as she grabbed my chin and squeezed hard. I didn’t dare do anything to stop her.

“From now on,” She said. “You don’t speak. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I said, tears running down my cheeks as she squeezed harder. Suddenly, I felt her other hand strike me across the face, hard. I immediately fell to the ground.

“What did I just say?” She demanded. “I said no talking! I see I’m going to have to take this to another level…not that I wasn’t going to anyway.”

I looked up at her from the floor, wondering if I should even try to stand as she walked to her closet and slid the door closed. Then, she turned to me and watched as I crawled to my knees. I swore I could see a smirk on her face as it happened. It felt like she was getting bigger…a lot bigger. It was the strangest sensation; the room around me was…growing! I opened my mouth to speak, but then remembered her commands. I felt dizzy as the carpet raced toward me, and it was then that I realized my only chance, was to make a run for it. If I could get out of her bedroom I’d be home free. I could lock myself in my own room and figure this out! I pushed myself to my feet, suddenly realizing that I was barely as tall as her desk and getting smaller by the second. I made it maybe halfway to the door before I ran into a wall of denim. It was Kaylee’s leg. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my waist. I wasn’t very tall now. Maybe eight inches, if that. Her face was massive, and I couldn’t help but notice the thick layer of makeup she had applied to her face. Her ruby red lips were simply overpowering as she squeezed my waist and grinned.

“I’ve been planning this for a long time,” She said. “Are you ready to play?”