Anyway let me begin. My sister, Diane Lynn and I Dana Lee are identical twins. Well almost because she's a girl and I'm really a boy. I mean I can tell now cause girls don't have these things between their legs like I do. And I also remember wearing boy clothes not frilly dresses. I remember being a boy and doing boy things and maybe because I was or am a boy. I was a little unruly and didn't have much patience with girl things. That's probably why I look like a girl now.

My sister and I had just finished preschool and would be starting in the first grade in the fall. It was late spring. We both had lost our front teeth and our new ones were coming in. Our birthday was only a month away and we'd be six. We both had bobbed blond hair that was just growing out. It seems a bout of head lice in preschool running rampid resulted in us having our locks shorn to the scalp. My Diane cried. It didn't bother me. And now with summer coming on Mom had just decided to let mine grow along with my sisters.

It was a late spring day when Mom decided it was time to take us clothes shopping for our summer wardrobes. At our age the growth spurts determined that last summers clothes were not going to be of use to us this summer. My sister looked forward to the shopping expedition while I just wished they would leave me out of it. I'd wear whatever Mom bought for me. Like she always picked out my clothes anyway. Diane however was already picky about what she wore and was always really prissy about things.

I begged Mom to leave me home alone or at the least stay with my Aunt Carole till they got back. That was not an option in Mom's mind so off we went to the mall for what I knew would be a torturous day of shopping. I was bored before we started as I was dragged into the girl's department of the first store. Mom had decided to get Diane's clothes done first cause that would take the longest. My clothes would wait for the quick finale.

We were in the underwear department, as Diane couldn't even decide between Barbie underwear and the Disney Princess ones. It was like forever before she decided and finally Mom bought her some. The same indecision and time was spent choosing camisoles and slips and socks. I was bored. I started crawling under the racks of slips and petticoats pretending I was in a cave. That resulted in a severe scolding by my Mother, "Dana get out here! What do you think your doing? Can't you just stand still for a little bit and behave yourself?"

"But Mommy", I responded, "I'm tired shopping. Can't Diane just get her stuff so we can get going?"

"Look here young man, your sister needs clothes also and at least she has an interest in looking decent. It's too bad you two weren't more identical. It would be a lot easier to dress two girls or two boys than a boy and a girl."

And Diane piped in, "Our hairs the same now so if you bought Dana a dress he would look just like me." Then she giggled.

"Well I'm a boy and I just wish you'd hurry up so we can get going," I responded in anger and embarrassment that she would even suggest something like that, even just teasing.

Mom bought her all her under stuff and we went on to the shoes. If picking out underwear took time I couldn't believe the time we were spending in the stupid girls shoe department. Diane had to try on every pair of shoes in the store, I think. Sneakers, sandals, dress shoes, play shoes she tried on several pairs of each. I was bored again and trying to entertain myself. I was examining the shoe displays when all of a sudden the rack with what seemed like a hundred pair of shoes toppled over. I stood there in shocked silence, as everything in the department got deafly silent.

The silence was broken as I stood among the scattered shoes. I didn't do anything. I had hardly touched the rack. "Dana Lee, what did you do? Get over here this instant. Sit down in that chair and don't move a muscle or I swear I'll spank you right here in front of everyone," Mom ordered.

I did as was ordered as Mom and the sales lady up righted the display and started returning the shoes to the display. Mom was apologizing to the lady for the actions of her wayward son and I think I even heard her say to the lady she wished she had had two girls.

On her return she gathered up several pairs of the shoes and looking right at me with her mad face said, "I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I don't know what you think you were doing but if you so much as breathe wrong the rest of the day you'll wish you hadn't. Why can't you behave as well as your sister? Why couldn't I have been blessed with twin girls?"

I meekly got up and followed her thru the checkout as now both Diane and I were burdened with packages. It was on to the girl's clothes department and from the very first item I knew this was going to be a very long day. Diane and Mom routed through the dress racks each pulling out dresses and handing them to the clerk. The Diane disappeared into the changing rooms. Each dress she tried on she had to come out and model. Do you have any idea how long this was taking? I mean she had sundresses, party dresses, church dresses, and play dresses all to try on. She tried on shorts, and short-alls.

Well, I was bored. I tried to amuse myself making funny faces in the mirror. I played hide and seek with myself between the racks of dresses. I heard the sales lady say to Mom, "It must be a real trial to have such pretty girls and one of them turns out to be such a tom boy. She doesn't seem to have any interest in the dresses at all."

Mom just shook her head and said, "Well, the other one is going to be in dresses if they don't learn how to behave while shopping."

It was just then that I stumbled over a carpet and went headlong into a rack of dresses. The rack shook and teetered on falling as I grabbed the dresses to hold the rack. The rack settled back but I was left standing holding three or four dresses that had come off the rack. Mom looked over with fire in her eyes. The sales lady rushed over to make sure the rack was going to survive and to make sure I was unharmed. "Oh sweetheart, are you all right? Maybe you best let your Mother or I get the dresses off the rack for you if you'd like to see them."

I barely looked at her as my gaze was fixed on my Mother also fast approaching. She reached out and took the dresses from my grasp and calmly looked at the dresses and then said to me in the most menacing voice, "Dana, please if you want to try on the dresses just ask me to help you. These aren't quite the right size for you but your sister has two of the same dresses in the changing room and you can just join her there and try them on in there."

I was flabbergasted and stuttered, " Ah.. ah… Mommy, I don't want any dresses. I'm a boy.

To which she replied in a patronizing way, "Oh yes, sure you're a little boy. Now get into the dressing room before this nice lady has to witness a bare bottom spanking."

"Oh dear, you do have your hands full with that one don't you. But I'll bet once she's in a pretty dress like her sister she'll enjoy being a girl," the sales lady said as Mom taking me by the shoulder in a painful grip ushered me towards the changing room. Diane was shocked as I was thrust into the changing room with her.

"What's he doing in here?" She almost shouted as she stood there in her panties and camisole holding a little sundress in front of her.

"Well your new sister is going to get some dresses to wear. Now Dana strip down while I find you some things to wear to try on your new dresses," Mom commanded.

"But Mommy I'm not a girl and I don't want to wear dresses," I retorted somewhat meekly. Diane giggled and put her dress on and slipped out to see herself in the mirrors.

"But Mom, I'm a boy."

"And what makes you think you're a boy? Just because someone told you that, you think you're a boy? Well, you're not going to be a boy anymore. Your going to be a good little girl like your sister."

"But Mom I really am a boy. I mean I got a pee-pee between my legs and Diane doesn't."

"Well, if you wear dresses and girls clothes that will disappear and you'll be just like your sister, a girl."

During this conversation Mom had stripped me naked and had me in a pair of my sister's new panties and camisole to match. They were yellow nylon panties with Cinderella on them and the little yellow nylon camisole was all ruffled around the edges and the straps and little bow ties on the shoulders. They felt really smooth and cool on my skin, nothing like my own boy underwear. Mom had said I was a girl or would be if I wore girl's clothes. I wondered if she had dressed me like a girl when I was a baby would I already be a girl like Diane?

I was standing there shivering when Diane burst back into the room carrying a yellow flowered sundress just like the pink one she was wearing. "Look Mom the sales lady found a dress just like the one I have on but it's yellow. Can Dana have it? We'd look just alike if he did."

"Well let's see how he looks in it and we'll decide," she replied as she slipped the dress over my head, buttoned it up the back, and tied the sash in a big bow in the back. Next came the matching headband that she used to separate my hair and produce bangs in front. From the small mirror in the dressing room I thought I was looking at my sister. My face was hot and red from embarrassment. Regardless of what Mommy said I knew I was a boy and boys don't wear dresses. Before I was ushered out of the dressing room I was wearing little straw sandals with a strap on them and a yellow flower decoration on the toe.

The sales lady was awaiting our return and as Diane and I stood side by side she Oohed and ahhhed and said, "My such a beautiful set of twins. Now don't you feel better and more like the pretty little girl you are in that dress like your sister?"

I wanted to tell her I wasn't a girl. I'm a boy. But Mom said I was going to be a girl. Would my pee-pee go away and would I get a hole like my sister had if I had to wear girls clothes? I was embarrassed but didn't really know why and then I just burst into tears.

Mom just pulled me to her and said in a comforting tone, "Now, now Dana don't cry. You look very pretty in your dress and well still get you some shorts and pants to play in. You won't have to wear dresses all the time but I'll bet you'll get to love them as much as your sister does."

My sister came and standing right in front of me reached out and brushed a tear from my cheek and said, "Oh Dana, don't cry you really look nice and we can have lots of fun together, Come on, lets go get some play clothes. OK Mom?"

"Yes, girls just let me pay for these and we'll go. You girls can wear the new dresses just let me get the tags off so I can pay for them."

I protested, "Mom can I wear what I had on before, please?"

"Oh don't be silly, Dana. You know you'll just get yourself in more trouble looking and acting like a ruffian. Now come along."

And so it was. We traipsed through the girls clothing sections as Diane picks out clothes. Every other thing she picked was pink. Pink Jeans, pink shorts, pink tops and even two pair of pink sneakers she had at check out time. Laden down with packages we made our way back to the car for our trip home. We packed the trunk of the car and as I went to crawl into the car Mom grabbed me and pulled me back.

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