Dreams, Secrets, and Transformations: Beyond the Enchanted Looking Glass

Ch 1 Family

Brad had always been drawn to the spare bedroom in his father's house. There was something mysterious about the room, its antique furniture, the rich, earthy scent it carried, the lock on the door.

You see, for some reason Brad was forbidden to enter this room. He had seen inside it once, but after that it was locked. Everytime he was at his dad's house he tried the door, but access was forbidden.

Just a couple weeks ago, Brad's mom, who had remarried not long after divorcing his father, was killed in a horrific automobile accident and Brad had to move in with his dad.

Brad's parents divorced six years ago. His mom got their house and custody of him and his father bought this house to move into.

Every time Brad had visited his father he wondered about that mysterious room. His father had warned him to stay out, and specifically to never touch any thing in there, which only increased his curiosity in the room he could not enter.

Now that Brad lived in the house he desperately wanted to learn what was so special about that room. He tried the door every day, but it remained locked and he had no clue where his dad kept the key.

Every day, when Brad got home from school, he had the house to himself. He would arrive around three and his dad didn't get home until after six.

Brad's instructions from his dad were that he use that time to complete his homework, then straighten up the house and start dinner. Brad, however, never had homework by the time he got home because he was a smart student that was always one of the first ones done with any class assignments. While waiting for the other students to be done, he always managed to complete his homework.

When Brad got home everyday, he took advantage of the time alone to engage in his own personal, private hobby.

In the back of his closet, Brad had a box he had acquired just before moving in with his father.

Today, just as he had done the past three days, he rushed straight to his room as soon as he got home, opened his closet and went right to the stack of boxes and dug this box out.

He moved the box to the middle of his room and sat it on the floor. He then dug into the box and pulled out articles of clothing, separating several items out, before carefully folding and putting the rest back. When he had the other items packed back in the box, he returned to the clothes he kept out and picked them up.

His heart raced as he carried the things and dumped them on his bed: a pleated skirt, white blouse, white panties with little blue flowers and blue lace, white bra, white socks, and a pair of white open-toed ankle strap sandals with 1.5 inch low block heel.

As he quickly began stripping off the stuffy school uniforn he was currently wearing in anticipation of donning his new clothes, he thought about how he had come into possession of this box of treasure.

When Brad's mother died, he was told by his step-father, to pack his things because he would be moving in with his dad. Brad loved his dad and was sad about losing his mom, but at the moment he learned he would be moving out, he began to panic. His mind immediately turned to his step-sister, who was almost a year older than him, and had the most amazing fashion sense and incredible wardrobe. She was also spoiled, and her dad would buy her anything she wanted.

Brad had been sneaking around, trying on his step-sister's clothes ever since curiosity had gotten the best of him, a few months after he and his mom moved in with her and her dad.

Brad did not want to lose access to this treasure trove of clothing and items that had allowed him to explore his feminine side and discover that he loved dressing in girl's clothes and dreaming of a feminine alternate reality, so when he stacked his boxes of items to move to his dad's house, he added to the stack, a large box packed full of clothes, shoes, and accessories his step-sister had boxed up to donate to the thrift store, things she no longer desired to wear even though most of them were still barely worn, some only once, a couple items with the tags still on them.

Now standing in his bedroom, fully naked, Brad pulled the cotton panties on first and then reached for the bra. There really wasn't much to it except the shape to indicate it was a bra, the cups weren't padded, or molded, or anything but the soft cotton felt nice against his nipples.

He imagined how much breast tissue he would need to possess in order to fill the cups if he were a budding young girl. The thought sent a shiver through his body as he reached for the blouse. The short puffy sleeves had a cuff that was snug on his biceps as he slipped his arms in.

He then stepped into the skirt, tucked the blouse in, zipped and buttoned it. His heart felt like it was about to burst through his chest, and even the snug elastic of the bra didn't feel as though it would be able to contain it.

He sat on the floor and pulled the ankle socks on his feet and slipped his feet into the shoes. The shoes fit perfectly at the moment, but he worried about what he was going to do if his feet kept growing.

Brad glanced at the clock, already fifteen minutes had gone by. He stood up and twisted back and forth watching the skirt swirl about. Grinning with joy and delight, he walked to the bedroom door and out into the hall.