I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I do not have a sister, which is why they don’t often appear in my fiction. I’ve often wished that I did grow up with a sister, perhaps an older one, and if that had been the case I’d like to think she would’ve been something like the sister described here: a beautiful and outstanding woman, worthy of my admiration. A promise made to such a person would be my honor to keep, regardless of the cost. Enjoy!
There are a lot of TG stories and captions out there where the hapless hero is feminized by one or more of the women in his life. There’s nothing like that here, and frankly it feels kind of refreshing. The sister is a good person, the mother is sympathetic, and the one driving the feminization is the young man himself. After all, a promise is a promise. There is one rather bitter lady who helps dress our hero, but I’m sure she has her reasons. In contrast, the men in this tale are a sad lot: the father is a nonentity and the male judge depicted is a total jerk. There’s no particular reason for that; it’s just the way the story developed. But yes, I admit it, I am a feminist. It isn’t a dirty word. It’s just someone who believes that women—including cross-dressers and other transgendered folks—should get a fair shake in this world. Not a better shake, understand; just fair. It’s all about R-E-S-P-E-C-T. And I’ll shout (or sing) that from the rooftops until the day I die (hopefully not soon).
My last brother-to-sister item was the recent “All Part of the Plan“.