Pretty Like My Sisters

"Now Veronica," Sarah began, "I want you to know that putting on stockings, especially on shaved legs, is one of the best feelings in the world." I nodded. I had always wanted to try stockings. I eagerly pulled them on. Sarah showed me how to bunch them up first, then stick your foot in, and then slowly roll them up. When Sarah said it was one of the best feelings in the world, that may have been true if you were doing it for the umpteenth time. But, for my first time, it was electrifying. Every movement shifted the nylon on my legs, sending a jolt up my leg. By the time I had the other stocking on, I had a raging hard on. Sarah saw this, and playfully said, "Well, I guess you like stockings." I nodded, and we both giggled again. "Can I pick out a dress for you to wear?" I nodded. This was going way better than I could have hoped, and Sarah certainly hadn't steered me wrong yet. Sarah reentered the closet. I could only imagine what she might emerge with. When she did though, I couldn't believe it. She was holding Andreas new dress, for her prom. It was strapless, made of forest green satin, with beautiful gold embroidery, and a white lace hem. It had come with a pair of white lace gloves. I was speechless for a minute. Then, when I regained myself, I could only say.

"Andrea would kill me if she knew."

"Yep, so let's do it now," said Sarah mischievously, "While she's off at her boyfriends house."

"Sounds like a plan," I said, hardly able to believe that any of this was real. Sarah helped my pull it on, zipping me up in the back. With the gloves, it looked gorgeous. It fit me almost perfectly. You could just barely see the tops of my stockings under the dress.

"Beautiful," was all Sarah said.

"It really is." I agreed.

"I meant you, stupid," Sarah said, giving me a slap on my ass. "You look beautiful." I thought at first that she was only being kind, but no. She was right. Looking in the mirror, I didn't see Everett, the awkward, scrappy teenage boy. I only saw Veronica, the beautiful, dare I say sexy, teenage girl. I hugged Sarah, and I felt, for once, pretty.