This was the part he hated most.  Being naked, even for a moment, in front of his older sisters.  Sometimes he wished he had a younger sister on whom to take out his frustrations – and ever since that time on the hill, his older brother was of no help in any attempt to shield him.  It was a dismaying situation.  And now!  Now he would have to face his schoolmates face-to-face!  Patty felt like crawling into a hole.  The only consolation was the feel of the petticoats and pantaloons on his legs; he REALLY liked that – but he could NEVER admit that to ANY ne, least of all his sisters.  He would never live it down!

Slowly, he removed his trousers, shirt, shoes and socks, and stood there in his underwear with pleading eyes. “Please…”

“Go ahead…take them off,” said Francine.  Her voice was not harsh, and the others, while they felt no compunction about all of this, were not about to allow him privacy to put on his feminine undergarments, what with Gram’s strict orders and terrible punitive disposition when it came to punishment.  They would make sure it was done right.

He removed his undershirt and, then, slowly, with great reticence, removed his underpants, putting his hands over his crotch.  He had placed his clothing in a neat pile on the floor.  He knew that the first chore after he was dressed would be to wash both his male clothing and the girls’ as well.

“All right,” said Martha.  “Let’s see what we have for you…”

While Patty just stood there, she brought out a cotton camisole, linen pantaloons, and a pair of black stockings.

“Sit on the bed, Patty.”  She rolled the heavy cotton stockings onto Patty’s legs and up to past her knees.  “Good thing you have no hair on your legs – yucky!   Yours are just like a girl’s!”