Chapter 1.

Olivia loved to play volleyball. The only problem was that there weren't any volleyball leagues where she lived. Not for girls anyway. Her little twerp of a brother, Peter could play whenever he wanted. There were leagues for 12–15-year-old boys, but not for girls.

Calling Peter a little was a bit of a stretch. He was thirteen, but he was also the same height as Olivia at five foot six. They looked very much alike except for a few small differences. She was a girl of course and had small breasts and long hair. She didn't have any freckles. But while wearing the proper clothes, she could fix those 'problems'.

If she wanted to play volleyball, she would have to do several things. The first was to borrow her brother's ID to the YMCA where the league was taking place. She wouldn't join the league, but there were lots of players who came into the Y for practice games and to work out their volleyball skills. These were the people that Olivia would play with.

The second thing she had to do was to bandage her breasts so that they wouldn't poke out. She couldn't wear a bra of course, but if she wrapped them in bandages, her boobs would be supported, flattened, and hidden. Volleyball players get bumps all the time. No one would question her if they wore a bandage.

The third thing she would do would be to wear her brother's sweats. They were baggy enough to hide the curvature of her hips and waist and helped to hide her boobs even more. Under the sweatpants, she wore boys' underwear just in case anyone ever saw them peeking out. 'You can never be too careful when you are throwing yourself in the air to save a point,' Olivia reasoned. She of course wore them with athletic socks and an older pair of her brother's sneakers. She hid all her hair under a baseball cap.

The final thing she had to do involved using makeup. She didn't use makeup to make herself look prettier. She used them to make her cheekbones look lower and to make her face look more angular. Finally, she used a lipstick liner pencil to create faux freckles.

With all these measures, Olivia could impersonate her brother and play volleyball anytime she wanted. She had a lot of fun playing with the boys. She wasn't as tall as the taller boys and really couldn't spike, but she was an excellent bumper and setter. So much so, that a coach of one of the teams in the league saw her and said, "Hey you're great. Wanna join my team!"

"Yeah, I would love to."

The coach led Olivia to his car. He needed to give her some papers.

"You have a talent for volleyball. I could see it right away," Mr. Brackney said.

"Thank you."

"What's your name?"

"Peter. Peter Flavel."

"OK, I'm Coach Brackney. You're under sixteen, right?"

Olivia in her disguise didn't look like she was a boy of 17 years. She could have said her real age if she wanted, then all this would be over, but she wanted to play so badly. She had her brother's ID if anyone asked.

"I'm thirteen," she lied.

"Fine. Here are the papers. Fill them out. This is the permission slip, have your parents sign it. Finally, here is your medical permission. Have your doctor fill it out. Bring them all back to me and we can get started. I can't wait to have you on my team!"

Olivia started to worry a little bit. But she didn't say anything.

As Olivia was about to walk away. "One minute," Coach Brackney called out. Then he gave her a volleyball uniform. It consisted of shorts, a t-shirt with the team's logo, and some matching socks.

"Before you go, I want you to meet the team. We start practice in half an hour. You can join us."

"OK."

"Hey, if you put on your uniform and you can even practice with us. It's really not allowed until you get the forms signed. But I won't tell if you won't. One other thing, it looks like your hair is a bit long under your cap. You should cut it. The league doesn't allow caps and you would look foolish in a ponytail."

Olivia went off to get changed. If she was going to play, she would have to cut her long hair. Without short hair, there wouldn't have been any way to maintain the illusion that she was a teenage boy, instead of a young woman. She hadn't any choice, Olivia hacked off her hair short and tried to comb it into a reasonably boyish style.

She then put on the uniform. The t-shirt was fine and of course, socks are socks, but in the shorts, there was an obvious problem. Olivia believed they laid too flatly against her stomach. But it was too late to quit. She had already cut off her hair. This wasn't going to stop her, she put a sock in her crotch and hoped it would be OK.

She was finally ready and presented herself to the coach.

The coach looked at her and said with a wry smile, "I didn't mean you should cut your hair off this second."

Chapter 2.

To complete her plan, Olivia had to get the cooperation of her brother. It would be him who had to get his mother's permission to join the league. Most importantly, it would have to be Peter who got a check-up by the doctor. She had no other option but to ask him to do this for her. She had already said she would join the team and cut her hair. Olivia was committed.

After Olivia explained what she wanted, Peter said, "Let me get this right, you want me to tell mom I want to join a volleyball league, get her to sign a permission slip, and finally see the doctor?"

"Yeah, that's it. Will you do it?"

"What do I get out of it?"

"What do you want?"

After a little bit of thought, Peter said, "I want you to dress me up so that I look like you."

"Why would you want me to do that? You aren't queer, are you?"

"No far from that. I want to look like a girl so I can go into the girl's locker room while they are changing, and you know sort of look around."

"You're such a perv!"

"Whatever, will you do it?"

"If you do what I want."

"OK, you first."

"Me first?"

"I want to see if it works. If I can't pass, then why should I help you?"

Olivia looked at Peter critically. If she was going to make him look like a girl, she would have to make him girlier than she was. He would have to wear a skirt (to hide his dick). He would have to wear more makeup than she liked to wear. He would also have to wear a wig which she would have to buy which would cover his short hair. It could work, but it would take more effort to make Peter look like a girl than to make herself look like a boy.

"OK, let's go to my room and get some stuff. Which do you want to start with first: clothing or makeup?" Olivia asked.

"Let's start with clothing," Peter suggested.

Peter and Olivia went up to her room. Olivia was mumbling to herself as she planned what she would have to do to make Peter look like a girl.

She opened her top drawer and picked out a pair of white opaque tights and handed them to Peter. "Put these on!"

Peter gave Olivia a face. "These?"