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SISTER DOLL...

One day me and my sister alone in the house. Our parents went to other town for attending a marriage.My age is 14 and she was 18.  She called some of her friends in home for fun. For this I was a little angry on her because I did not use to watch TV or any fun because of she and her friends.
I was getting  bored so I asked my sister two times to watch TV but she ignore me completely. Then I shout in loud voice that I was feeling bored and I want to watch TV . This make angry to my sister because I shout on her in front of her friends. She said that if I was bored then play with them. I told that I am not interested to play her girly games. One of her friend asked to my sister what's wrong with me. My sis had a wicked smile and said that I did not want to play with them because I am not a girl. Her friend understood what my sister wanted. My sister said to her friend that each of us play a game in childhood dress up doll so today we have a doll to dress up.
When I understood something the girls grabbed my arms and then my sister told me that I was her doll and she dressed me in girls clothes. So she went to her closet and took out one of her old lehenga choli. It was blue and looking same size for me.Then all girls undressed me and first dressed me in bra and panty. Then dressed me in the dresse. The dress was heavy then she did my make up and put a wig on me. After that I was a toy for her and her friends. Then my sister said that now I did not bored and I have also play her girly games....
I got angry from her by dressing me by force and I tried to start undressing the dress but the girls saw that and tied my arms at my back with the dupatta of the dress. I start shouting for help but the girls said that they tied my mouth also if I shout. They played with me in the whole evening and when they went away I had to sleep in that dress in night.

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