She said that she knew that where I lived was very private and there would probably be no one around, but at the same time my little sister had visited me a few times.

So if a young girl was spotted going to my house then it would not look out of place.

The only difference this time she told me was that I would be the girl!

I wanted to refuse but I knew deep down and so did mum that I would not say no.

She had gotten me just where she wanted, in a position to take full advantage; I would be putty in her hands.

She got up and went to the wardrobe of  Charlotte and picked out something for me to wear,

telling me the clothes in the bags might have been a bit too childish for now at least, which made me take a gulp of air.

The bra was cute, white cotton with lace and a cute white bow in the middle, and pink love hearts on the cups.

She picked them up and started to laugh

“Peter this pretty training bra would be just right for your little breasts.

If you go and put them on and wear them for the drive home I promise to take you shopping for your own at some point”.

Now my mum was laughing

“Oh they are so cute Peter, I can’t believe that  Charlotte grew out of these so quickly and you are still so small”.

“Even the matching panties will be a perfect match for you”

I grabbed the bra and panties off my mum and I went into the bathroom so I had some privacy.

I put on my sister’s old training bra and her matching panties.

They actually fitted me very well and they did feel so good.

I was about to walk out when the door opened and my mum barged in to see me.

“Oh Peter,” she said,

“you look so cute, I wish your sister was here right now to see this”.

My mum had her phone out and was taking a few pictures of me before taking a video.

“Well Peter I guess I was right you do look cute in Charlotte’s attire.

Now I have picked out an outfit for you to wear so be a good girl and put it on or all of your friends will see these pics and video.

When you have finished getting dressed I want you to tell the camera how nice you feel in your new outfit and how much you like it.”

Now I was feeling so humiliated that I was almost in shock.

When I looked at the outfit that mum had picked out for me I was flabbergasted.

It was the first school uniform from when  Charlotte had been sent to a private school to finish her education.

But the school mum had chosen decided that they would have a very traditional uniform;

Navy blue pinafore dress, white blouse, black tights, and black patent Mary Jane style shoes.

Mum had even kept the blazer and hat but said the hat could stay here.

I was more concerned about looking out of place because of my hair, but mum soon cured that problem with a nice blonde wig, a style just like my sister’s hair.

“Come on Peter” said mum, “I think that it is time for us to see how cute the new Peter looks”.

Mum wasted no time in starting to dress me, first the blouse which seemed to fit like a glove.

I was only too happy after seeing myself in the mirror that I would have something over it.

Next mum helped me on with the tights,

pulling them up and smoothing them over my hairless legs,

then over my panties.

“I think that we will have to sort that out before we go sweetie“ said mum.