Since I can remember, I remember that I was very attracted to my sister's clothes and clothes. She was a year and a litt

Since I can remember, I remember that I was very attracted to my sister's clothes and clothes. She was a year and a little older than me; When she went to a friend's house to play, I would go into our room (we shared the same room) and try on her little dresses over my clothes, that was at first, then I used to put on her shoes, later on I would put on her clothes and even her underwear, until the day came when I dressed completely like my sister; My parents did not suspect that I spent so much time in the room because I have never had many friends and I spent a lot of time at home playing with my toys as a child, although more than once I was dressed as a girl and played with my sister's dolls. When I was about eleven years old, our parents left us alone with our grandmother one afternoon. My sister got very angry because she wanted to go to a friend's house to play and they didn't let her so she went to the room. I went there and I was very sad to see my little sister crying and I told her that if she wanted I could play dolls with her, to which she responded that playing with a boy is not the same as playing with a girl, so I turned around to leave when it occurred to me to tell her that I could fix it by dressing as a girl, she looked at me with a small smile as if to say "are you stupid or what?" and she said "good to try", she got up from the floor and from her closet she began to take out everything she needed: panties, a T-shirt, some leotards, a pleated plaid skirt that I loved, a white blouse with some embroidered drawings and some very pretty black patent leather shoes with a bow. I told her to go out and change and she answered that we are brothers and there was no reason to be ashamed. When I was putting on the leotards she saw my clumsiness and told me how I had to wear them. put. When I finished I stood in front and asked him what he thought and he told me that I was missing some details and he put a red headband and some small clip-on earrings on me, once they were on he looked at me from top to bottom and said "you look very good little brother, well sorry little sister" when he told me that I felt very happy, "now I have to find a name for you because my sister can't be called Ma...... (I prefer not to give my male name) what do you think Monica" I like it I told him, and we went through the whole thing. the afternoon playing like two good sisters. When summer arrived, my father had to go on a trip for almost the entire month of July and my mother went to work at 10 in the morning and left at seven and forbade us to leave the house. The first day nothing happened but on the second day my sister started to say that she was bored and I asked her if she remembered that afternoon. She told me that it had been a game to pass the afternoon and that since I was going to dress as a girl every day, I told her that I had a great time playing and that I was willing to be her sister during the summer and that way none of us would be bored, she accepted and spent the entire summer, when our parents were not there, as a girl. Time went by, every time we were alone I dressed as a girl, and even at school I went with my sister and her friends, to whom I had told that I was their sister Monica in private. One day my sister's friends said that they wanted to meet Monica and that because she wasn't coming to have a snack on Saturday afternoon, my sister didn't let me answer and told her friends "tomorrow you will meet my little sister Monica", I didn't know what to do or what to say; On Saturday morning my sister left the house and I didn't remember what happened in the afternoon. After eating, my sister asked me to go to the room and told me "little sister, let's start dressing, right? My friends want to meet you." since you look like a girl when you wear my clothes and with this - she took a wig out of a bag - you will look more like one" almost without realizing it she started dressing me and when I saw myself in the mirror I was beautiful, with a light blue flowered dress and beautiful white sandals and when she put the wig on me there was no doubt that I was a girl; We left my house, luckily the living room is at the end and our bedroom is almost at the beginning of the house, and my parents didn't see me, already on the street I had the feeling that everyone was looking at me and when we got to where my sister's friends were the first thing they did was laugh out loud, I wanted to start crying and run away, but my sister held me and as time went by I got used to it and even they started to treat me like one of their own. When we got home my sister asked me how I was doing and what I thought about being a girl, I told her that it was very good and that I liked it a lot although at first I had a very bad time and I asked her if I could go out with her and her friends more times, she told me yes, but I told her to go out as your sister Monica not as your brother, for a few seconds she stayed silent and started laughing and told me "wow, you like being a girl" she told me that there was no problem on her part but that she didn't know What would her friends say? When she asked them, they all accepted except one, and since there is strength in numbers, they told her to leave the group. In this way my first occasions of being a woman passed, during the week I hoped that the weekend would come and I would be the woman, or rather the girl, that I had inside. When I was fourteen years old, my sister stopped going out for snacks and started going out at night and I also went out but as a fifteen-year-old girl. One Saturday afternoon my sister told me "you're too old to look like a girl and it's time for you to look like a woman - she took two bags out of the closet - this is for you" the first thing she took out was a bra with a little padding, then some matching panties, a box of sanitary pads, a jewelry box and one of those devices that are used to put earrings on little boys, she started to dress me in a somewhat short black dress and gave me some sandals with a little heel, I lightly painted my eyes and lips and she tells me sit down, I'm going to put the earrings on you, I told her "mom and dad" and she told me "what? How many boys are there who wear earrings" I got carried away, it hurt a little but the result was worth it, looking in the mirror I saw myself in a cloud, I was super good, but my sister made me come down from the cloud "hmmm, soon you're going to need a hair removal and not just on your legs, but for today it might be worth it" we went out to the street and I was there too I didn't remember that I was a boy, much less when other boys approached us to talk. The following Saturday my sister woke me up at nine and told me, get dressed, we're leaving, I dressed as a boy and we went to a beauty salon, we went in and they told my sister "Nuria, we'll take care of you right away." Five minutes later, two girls came out and one said to my sister, "Nuria, you come with me and your brother should go with Sole." I imagined what was going to happen, they made me go into a room where there was a stretcher and some equipment and the beautician told me "Very well, get completely naked and put on these single-use panties so that yours don't get stained, by the way my name is Sole and your M.........right?" "Yesss..yes" I said very nervous and he left, I did what he told me, I got naked and put on those briefs that looked like paper "Are you ready?" I listened to the other side of the door, I said yes and she came in. "Very well," she began to tell me, "lie down on your back, well, so you practice swimming and you need to get rid of all the hair, because more and more men are shaving...." she continued talking to me, I couldn't articulate a word, the first thing I said was "Ah" when she pulled the first band of wax on me, and so it went one after the other until my whole body was left without a single hair, then I made a kind of oil to lower the irritation which left my body super soft and gave me tremendous excitement, when we went out my sister and I asked me "after this do you want to continue being a girl?" Without thinking about it I said yes, plus my body felt phenomenal without a hair. This is how my life went, a man during the week and a woman on the weekends and in intimacy with my sister, I felt like a woman to such an extent that many times my sister had to tell me because I was amazed seeing other boys, I was already 16 years old, my sister was 17 and a boyfriend three years older than her, they had been together for more than a year and they had also known each other all their lives because he had been our neighbor. One night in September we both arrived home two hours after the time and went straight to our room but, what was our surprise when we saw our parents in the room, the only thing I thought was "earth swallow me", my father left the room tilting his head from side to side and my mother the only thing she said to us was "go to bed and we'll talk tomorrow", while we were changing I told my sister "I think we've screwed up and that this is the end of Monica" "I don't know." She said, "Maybe they will understand you, good night, little sister." The next morning our parents were not waiting in the living room and they questioned us: My father: "First, what was the arrival time last night?" My sister: "we were at the usual disco (one in a town) but on the way back there had been an accident and Pedro (my sister's boyfriend) had to make a very detour" My father: "And what were you doing dressed that way?" My sister tried to answer but my father silenced her and told me to answer, I took a deep breath and said "I like to feel like a woman, and I also want to become a woman." My father: "Ha, look at your crotch, what do you have? You have a penis and testicles, not a vagina, you are a man and I am not going to allow my son to be a faggot or a transvestite, and you - referring to my sister - I have found out that you are dating Pedro, that one..... - he said a series of things that are not relevant here - I forbid you to see him" and he sent us to our room without letting us speak, my sister started to cry, We didn't go out for two weeks until my sister's birthday came, she turned 18 and when we were eating the cake she said "since I'm 18 and I can't do many things in this house I've decided to leave home" my father turned as red as a tomato with fury, he got up but sat down again and said very calmly "okay you're 18 and you want to leave home, go away, but don't even think about coming here to ask for anything, not money, not food, not anything at all" she She got up very happy and said "okay", my mother who had not made any comments in this time got up and went crying to the kitchen; My sister went to live with her boyfriend who shared a flat with her brother who owned some shoe stores, she left her studies and started working in one of Pedro's brother's stores. One day, Saturday, my sister invited me to eat at her house and told me "I know that you miss Monica a lot - since the night they discovered us she had not been Monica again and two months had already passed - that's why I propose that if you want you can come here to my house and become Monica." I got up and kissed my sister, thanking her. After a while, one day in July in the morning I had transformed into Monica and I had gone with my sister to the shoe store, almost no one came in and we were both in the store when we heard someone coming in, my sister asked me to go out and I was shocked when I saw my parents in the shoe store, my sister came out and when she saw them she asked them please not to make a scene in the store, they turned around and left, I went into the store crying and my sister asked me what was wrong, I told her "dad is going to kill me when he gets home." When I got home I didn't dare go to the living room where my parents were, but they called me, I went and my father said "I think I told you that I wasn't going to allow my son to be a faggot transvestite, right?" I told him with tears in my eyes, "I'm not a faggot transvestite, I feel like a woman and I want to be a woman, but if you want, I'll wait a few months until I'm 18 and I'll leave this house so I can be happier." My father stood up, banged the table hard and shouted, and said, "Okay! If you want to be a fucking faggot - that expression with which my father referred to me hurt me more than if he had beaten me - you can be, but out of this house, if you want to leave, go now! I prefer not to have children than to have a faggot and a whore as children, but one thing I tell you, do not come here and ask for anything" I went crying to my room and started to put some things in a suitcase, then my mother came in and told me not to leave and I answered that I could not live in a house where they did not understand me and that that man was not my father, my mother did not move and when I finished I said "I'm leaving" my mother He hugged me and gave me a few kisses while telling me to be careful..... and from the bottom I only heard "goodbye, bitch." I arrived at my sister's house and crying told her what had happened, she hugged me and told me, "look at it this way, you're finally going to be able to be Monica full time", I thought about it and was filled with joy. I started working in the shoe store with my sister, after a while I already had my long hair and enough money saved to have surgery and get two silicone breasts, as I barely had any expenses, since we shared the expenses of the apartment between four of us, I was saving and doing things to feminize myself more, I had laser hair removal all over my body, I put silicone prostheses on my chest and also on my buttocks, to raise my butt a little, and I have already started the treatment for the operation. sex change, for now I am taking hormonal treatment. Living in my sister's house with her boyfriend and his brother, the two of us ended up going out together, although he is five years older than me, right now he is 25 years old and I am 20, he treats me like a woman and is supporting me one hundred percent on the subject of the operation. Although I have had relationships with more men, he was the first one I had them with, he deflowered my little ass and his cock was the first one I ate, I do not delve into the topics of sexual relationships or with the men I have been with because at the end of the day it is almost the same as in the rest of the stories, I just wanted to tell my story, but if anyone wants me to tell them my adventures with men, all you have to do is tell me, or if you want to make a comment, do it at: