The accident changed our lives forever. My father and twin sister
Laura were driving home when the car went out of control due to a
mechanical defect. My father was killed and my sister’s arms were
crushed. Both of her arms were amputated above the elbow. Our family was
devastated. Laura was amazing in that she did not let her injuries get
the best of her. Her recovery was painful not only for her, but for my
mother and me. Nevertheless she kept an upbeat attitude and vowed not to
let her new disability get the best of her.
After her two stumps were sufficiently healed she was fitted with
prosthetic arms. These arms did not have artificial hands, but rather
two metal hooks. I will never forget how excited she was when she first
got them and started to learn how to use them. It was difficult and she
couldn’t do a lot of things, but she was amazing in how quickly she
became quite functional. She learned how to raise and lower her arms,
lock her elbow joints, and open and close her hooks to grasp things. She
learned to eat with her hooks. Of course she couldn’t bathe or dress
herself, but once she was wearing her hooks she could do most of the
things she wanted. She was even able to return to school. At first she
was self-conscious about her hooks, but eventually she started to not
care about what people thought or the pity she was subjected to now and
then. Even her friends accepted her as they had before the accident. She
went out with them just like a normal girl. They were helpful shopping
as they helped her try things on.
During her recovery period we had a caregiver to help her with the
things she could not do herself. She was very helpful and taught Laura
how to apply her own makeup and develop little tricks to do things with
her hooks. Before she got her prosthesis she had to be fed and helped
with almost everything. Now she was quite self-sufficient except for
bathing and dressing, and some other things I won’t mention.
Unfortunately the insurance money was running out and we had to give up
the caregiver. Eventually we hoped to get a large settlement from the
auto manufacturer, but that looked like several years away. It was now
up to my mother and me to help Laura. My mother returned to work and
that meant that I would have to help Laura. The major needs were bathing
The first time I had to bathe Laura and help her dress was the height
of embarrassment for me. I had seen Laura naked when we were just little
kids, but now she was a developing woman. She knew I was embarrassed and
tried to ease my tension.
“Okay Dan I think you need to get comfortable with my body. Take my
nightgown off,” she instructed. I did that revealing her full feminine
curves. Laura had well developed breasts and female private parts.
“Oh man this is so embarrassing,” I stammered.
“Don’t be shy. Go ahead and touch my boobs. I also want you to become
familiar with what is between my legs,” Laura said.
She lied down on the bed and spread her legs. She had me learn all
about her vaginal area. I knew where her clitoris was and her urethral
“I pee out of that little hole,” she explained. “Now it is time to
give me a bath.
She tutored me in washing her hair and bathing her. Fortunately she
did not want me to shave her legs or underarms. I would need to do that
of course, but not the first day. After I dried her hair and body it was
time to dress her. First I had to help her into her panties and then her
“Hold my bra up so I can get my stumps through the straps and then
fasten the hooks in back,” she instructed.
After her straps were in place she had me slip on her stump socks and
help her get her stumps into the sockets of her prosthesis. She tested
her hooks. Next I helped her into a short skirt and a sleeveless tank
top. She had no issue displaying her prosthesis. She didn’t make an
effort to hide it. Last I helped her into a pair of sandals. Laura could
apply her makeup, but I had to help her into two pairs of earrings since
her ears were double pierced. I also helped her fix her hair.
After a couple of weeks I got used to shaving Laura’s legs and
bathing her most private parts. I even learned to place a feminine pad
in her panties when she got her period. It was then that I started to
have some feelings about her feminine underwear and clothing. It was not
like the usual male response. I started to wonder what it was like to
wear girl’s clothing.
“What does it feel like wearing a bra?” I asked Laura one day as I
was helping her into her underwire bra.
“Well bras aren’t really all that comfortable, but wearing a bra
makes a girl feel very feminine,” Laura replied. “Do you want to find
“Well uh yeah, I guess so,” I managed to say.
“We are about the same size, except I have breasts and you don’t. The
band should fit. Go get one of my bras and while you are at it a pair of
“Panties?” I asked. I did as she suggested and just stood there.
“Go on and take your clothes off. You see me naked all the time. I
should see you that way too.” I took off my clothes and then the worst
thing happened. I got a great big old erection. It wasn’t seeing Laura
naked, but rather the idea that I would be putting on a bra and panties.
“Oh my!” Laura said giggling. “If you are going to be a girl you
can’t have that thing showing. Wait until you cool off. Maybe if you
fold your penis back between your legs and use one of my pads in you
panties it will keep it in place.”
Eventually I shrunk back down and got the pad and put it into the
crotch of her panties. I pulled them on and did manage to fold back my
penis. I also pushed my testicles up into my body. The pad did hold
everything in place and I was amazed that with my penis folded back I
did not get another erection. I also saw that I had a smooth feminine
contour between my legs with a telltale outline of the menstrual pad. I
put the bra on. I knew how to do that, of course, since I helped Laura
with her bra.
“You look kind of funny with nothing to fill the cups.” Laura said.
We solved that with some socks used as padding. I looked in the
mirror and it looked like I had real breasts.
“Well let’s not stop there my dear brother. Put on a skirt and a tank
top. Some sandals as well,” Laura urged me.
I did as she requested.
“How does wearing my clothes and underwear feel?”
“Well I kind of like the feel. The bra feels strange though.”
“You get used to it. If you had longer hair and got rid of all that
ugly leg hair you might actually pass for a girl with some makeup,”
“You really think so?”
“I know it. You have my features and are not all that masculine. We
have to get ready for school so you better stop being a girl.”
Over the next couple of weeks I took a lot more interest in Laura’s
clothes, especially her underwear. I started to know each and every bra
and panty she owned. I even made suggestions about what skirt and top I
thought she should wear. Girls certainly were lucky to be able to wear
jeans, tee shirts, and the type of clothing boys wore, but also skirts
and dresses. This was not to mention wearing bras and panties
“You really have a thing for girl’s clothes don’t you brother?” Laura
stated more than asked.
“I guess so. You are so lucky to be a girl,” I replied.
“Do you wish you were born a girl?”
“I don’t think so, but maybe just a little,” I said.
“How would you like to spend the day as a girl?” she asked.
“Well uh maybe,” I said knowing full well that I did.
“Come on, it will be fun. There is one thing you have to do. You need
to shave your legs and underarms,” Laura insisted.
After debating it for a while I decided to do it. My mother worked on
Saturdays and Laura and I had the day to ourselves. We agreed that I
would spend the next Saturday dressed as a girl.
What happens after Dan dresses as a girl for a
day? Find out in the next chapter.