His Sister's Laundry (Part III):

Although Mike protested, there wasn't much he could do now. Ali spent the next few hours working on his hair and she even cut bangs for him. She also gave him long pink girly nails.

"I'm not leaving this room till you go get me some boys clothes." Mike said angrily.

"Ha! Well then welcome to you're new home Michelle!"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby. You look good. I bet nobody would realize you weren't a real girl." Ali encouraged him.

"Ya right. And it doesn't matter anyways cause I'm not leaving."

"I'll make a deal with you. If you go swimming with me, then I'll go out and get you some real clothes from your dorm room." Ali was serious, he could always tell when she was serious.

Mike sighed, "What do I have to wear?"

Ali giggled with excitement and ran over to her suitcase.

She pulled out a black and white polka dot bikini. "Here you go!" Ali said as chipper as ever.

Mike got dressed quickly, "Let's just get this over with."

He slipped into the bikini and waited anxiously for his sister to get done changing into her swimsuit.

As they walked out of the hotel room, Mike made Ali go first. He kept looking in every direction to make sure no one was coming. Finally they made it to the stairwell and Mike stopped at the top.

"Are you sure no one is going to notice I'm a guy?" he asked his sister sheepishly.

"Would you just come on!" she scolded him.

He followed Ali down the steps but before they reached the main floor they heard a commotion coming from down the hall.

Mike's heart leapt into his throat and he hid flung himself against the wall next to him.

"I can't do this." He pleaded with Ali.

"Stop hiding, you look hot." she said.

"Ali I'm serious, please don't make me do this." Mike was almost begging her.

Just then the noise got louder and more distinct. It was a group of guys and a few girls heading right towards the stairs where they were.

Mike panicked and began undressing as he had that night in the laundry room. It's better to be caught naked he thought to himself. But as he was starting to pull off the bikini bottoms, Ali stopped him.

"Stop it! They won't know. I promise!"

Mike pulled the bottoms back over his butt just in time. The group rounded the corner and passed through Mike and Ali.

None of the guys seemed to notice as they headed up the stairs talking. Mike couldn't believe it. He had gotten away with it!

He was overjoyed, that was, until the three girls walked by at the end of the line.

First just one of them looked down and saw Mike's crotch, then she jabbed at the other two girls and they all looked and giggled to each other.

Mike felt so humiliated, then the girl who had noticed first spoke to him, "That's a really cute bikini, where'd you get it?" She said with a wink.

Mike said nothing so as not to give himself away.

"Michelle's kind of shy." Ali said to fill the silence.

The three girls laughed. "Well, Michelle, you should come on up to room 304 if you get a chance, we'll be partying all day." The girls kept walking up the stairs and all three waved and blew kisses at Mike as they turned the corner.

Mike couldn't believe what had just happened. All he wanted to do now was get in that pool so Ali would go get his clothes. And that's exactly what he did.

They swam for a little but Ali knew there wasn't too much more she could get away with. The whole time in the water, Mike was careful not to put his head under. He subconsciously didn't want to ruin his hair and make-up.

They dried off and Ali made good on her promise, she went to the car and told Mike she'd be back as soon as she could with some of his clothes.

Mike walked back up the stairwell and towards their room. When he got there however, he realized the Ali had left with the only key. He tried to get in but it was locked. He wanted to cry.
Just as he was about to go ask the main office if they would let him into the room, the door next to his opened up and out stumbled two of the three girls from earlier.

When they saw him they stopped their conversation.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us. Not so shy after all." Said one of the girls occasionally looking down at his crotch and laughing. "It's Michelle, right?"

Mike knew there was nowhere to hide. He nodded his head, yes.

THE END.

His Sister's Laundry (Part II):

Mike and Ali never spoke about the night he did her laundry. Mike had naturally assumed she had been too drunk to remember what had happened. They remained very close.

Two years after the incident in the laundry room, Ali was about to graduate high school and was applying and visiting colleges.

One weekend, Mike got a call from his sister:

"Hey Mikie!"

"Whats up!?!"

"Guess who's coming to town next week?"

"Thats so perfect!" Mike exclaimed, "I finish my last exam tomorrow!"

"Cool! I'm checking out UMA, how far is that from you?" Ali asked.

"Not far, maybe a 10 minute drive."

"Great, I think I'm gonna get a hotel room and stay for a few days, I'll call you with details soon!"

"I'm in! I can't wait to see you." Mike hung up the phone and thought about that night in the laundry room. They had never talked about it, but that didn't mean Ali didn't remember.

He decided not to let it worry him and continued studying for his finals.

A week later Ali was in a hotel room when there was a knock at the door.

She rushed over to answer it and standing in the doorway was Mike with an excited expression. They embraced and she invited him in.

"Nice place ya' got here." Mike joked.

"Hey... don't be rude. It does have a pool." She retorted.

It didn't take them long to catch up and learn all about each other's lives since they had last been together.

After awhile, Ali walked over to her suitcase and unzipped it. "I almost forgot," she said with a smile. "I brought something for you."

Oblivious to the undertones, Mike wondered what it could be. After a few minutes of digging, she pulled out a pink 'hello kitty' t-shirt and a matching pair of panties.

Mike's heart sank.

"Oh come on, don't act like you don't want to try these on!" Ali jeered.

"Of course I don't. Why, why would you say I do?" Mike struggled with his words.

"Pwetty pwease?"

"I don't want to Ali." Mike said sternly.

"Are you suuurrreee?"

Mike didn't respond, he looked irritated.

"Cause, I'm just not sure how much longer I can act like I was too drunk to remember that night in the laundry room." She said with a smirk.

"You wouldn't dare tell anyone." Mike was getting worried, all his worst fears about that night were coming true.

Ali pulled out another small bag from her suitcase. "It could just be..." She unzipped the bag full of make-up, "...our little secret."

Moments later they were both in the bathroom. At first Ali was helping Mike apply but after awhile she backed off and watched him do his own make-up.

"I knew it!" She laughed, "You little slut you!"

"What are you talking about?" Mike looked at her.

"I knew you secretly wanted to do this!"

Mike didn't say anything.

"I wont tell if you don't, Michelle."

Mike glared at her in the mirror while he put on the lip gloss.

She had him stand against the wall and took a good, long look at him. Laughing at the bulge in front of the panties.

"You're such a slut."

Mike trotted around the room, trying to act as feminine as possible. He even crossed his legs when he sat.

This lasted for sometime and he began to feel very comfortable in the hotel room. He enjoyed being girly with Ali and he even fake flirted with her. At one time, Ali even left the hotel room for a few minutes and Mike just kept on acting like a girl.

The entire time, Ali was in stitches.

Three hours later and Mike was beginning to get tired of being in little girl's clothes.

"O.K.," he said, "I think I'm done for now, where you put my clothes?"

"Oh, sweetie, I threw them out in the main office."

With all Mike's playing, he didn't even notice Ali leave with his clothes and come back empty handed.

"But don't worry Michelle, I brought more than enough for the both of us." Ali teased.

THE END.

His Sister's Laundry: (Part I)

While Mike went away for his first year in college, he had decided to grow his hair out. He didn't know why, maybe because he could do whatever he wanted now that he didn't live at home anymore.

It was now fall break and he had come home to spend the holidays with his parents and his sister Ali. He was very close with his sister and it was good to be able to hang out with her again. She was a junior in high school and was eager to hear all about college life.

After they had talked for awhile Ali told Mike she was going to a party later that night.

"Do you want to come?" She asked.

"No, that's alright, I'm kinda tired from the drive. Thanks for the invitation though." Mike smiled knowingly at his sister, "Don't get too crazy tonight okay?"

Ali hugged her brother tightly. After they embraced she joked with him, "Mikie, you stink! You need a shower!"

Mike replied seriously although he knew she was just teasing. "I know, I'm gonna do a load of laundry too."

"Oh! Great," she exclaimed, "Can you wash some of my stuff too?"

"Sure."

She turned around and handed him a basket of dirty clothes.

"Awesome! I'll toss some stuff in the laundry room too. You're the best!"

With that, Ali continued getting ready and Mike went to go spend some time with his parents.

Mike's dad is a straight laced kind of guy and he was very disapproving of Mike's uncut hair. Throughout dinner, Mike's dad made it known how much he didn't like Mike's new look and he kept saying the same thing over and over, "What's next? Tattoos!?!"

Little did his parents know, Mike had already gotten two small tattoos on his stomach. He was grateful that he had chosen a spot that was easy to hide.

Shortly after dinner Mike's mom and dad said goodnight and went off to bed.

He jumped in the shower. Then, he gathered up his clothes and headed for the laundry room in his towel. Ali had already put some of her clothes in the wash so he moved her clothes to the dryer before putting his clothes in. Even after he was done with his clothes he would still have to do Ali's laundry basket. The thought exhausted him. He threw the towel in with his own clothes and closed the lid.

Now standing there completely naked, he felt stupid and began to dig through Ali's basket for something to wear in the meantime. After digging through the pile he realized she didn't have much he was comfortable wearing. 

But after a few more cold minutes of standing around naked, he grabbed some panties and a skirt and put them on.

To his surprise, they felt really good. And Mike decided he'd take this opportunity to do some investigating. 

He snuck out into the hallway and tried to be as quiet as possible. He went into his sister's room and looked around until he found some make-up.

He didn't spend too much time putting eyeliner and lipstick on because he knew Ali was probably not staying out tonight and could be home in a few hours.

Before he left her room, Kyle grabbed two hair ties and put his hair up into pigtails.

He went quickly and quietly back to the laundry room and shut the door.

While sitting there, Mike got lost in a daydream. He'd put on a sweater top that was in the basket and he laughed at his outfit. He clearly didn't know women's fashions.

He liked the feel of the panties on underneath his clothes and he considered stealing a pair to wear out in public sometime.

Mike's thoughts went deeper and deeper. What was it like to be a girl? 

He thought about telling his sister that he tried on her clothes and seeing her reaction. They were close, maybe she'd understand. Just as he was reassuring himself that he'd never let her find out about this, he heard a soft noise outside.

He had gotten so lost in his daydream that he didn't hear the car pull in front of the house or the car door close. But now he was silent, barely breathing, just listening and hoping it wasn't Ali coming home.

The front door creaked open and Mike shot up and to his feet. In a moment, he ripped the sweater off and opened the dryer door.

"Shit!" he said to himself. His clothes were still in the washer, soaking wet. The only dry clothes were more of his sister's stuff.

He stopped and listened again. Maybe she'd just go straight to bed. Mike's heart was pounding. He didn't move a muscle, he just listened for any sign.

And then, finally, her heard Ali's voice in a whisper, "Mike? Are you still up?"

He was frantic now, he tore off the skirt and tossed it on top of the rest of the dirty laundry. It was better for Ali to find him naked than dressed like this he thought.

He was about to take off the panties when the door opened a crack and he heard his sister whisper again. "Mikie, are you in here?"

She didn't come in, she just waited for a reply. Mike didn't move or speak. From the way she was talking, he could tell she was drunk.

"Mike?" The door pushed open a little more, but Ali still didn't come into the laundry room.

 Just as he thought all hope was lost, he heard Ali walk away from the door. He wanted to disappear.

That gave him an idea, if he moved quick he could hide behind the dryer. Mike lifted his hands off the machines and started to tip toe.

He turned and clumsily banged his knee on the open dryer door. The sound made Ali turn around, this time she opened the door all the way.

To her complete shock, there stood her older brother in full make-up and in a white bra and panties.

For a moment she didn't even speak, she just stood there in her drunken stooper. 

"Ali, wait, before you say anything, let me explain."

Ali waited for the explaination, still silent with her eyebrows raised and moth gaping. 

Mike continued, "I just needed to put something on while I washed what I was wearing. Haha." He laughed uncomfortably wishing she would see the humor in the situation.

"Wait!" Ali stammered, "Those are my clothes... those are my clothes I asked you to wash!"

"Ya, haha." Mike said nervously, still trying to win her over.

A moment past while Ali considered the situation. And then...

...She broke into uncontrollable laughter. Harder and louder, Ali's laughter became outrageous. Mike soon began to get worried that she'd wake up his parents. He approached her to calm her down. As he got nearer, his sister grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

Mike felt very awkward hugging his sister while dressed in her underwear. Ali began to loosen her grip on him and said with a smile, "You're still stinky!"

Mike looked back at his sister confused and answered her, "I... uhh... took a shower though."

His drunken sister looked down at the panties once more and began to laugh again.

"Well," she said, "Those panties were really really really dirty, if you know what I mean."

Kyle didn't say anything as Ali laughed and stumbled out of the laundry room.

THE END.