When I was little and naughty (around 5-6 years), my mother would do almost anything to get me to stop annoying or teasing my sister. She eventually found out what worked. She threatened to put me in a dress, wear lipstick and go with her to the hairdressers for a perm. She made good on the first two items but never took me to have my hair and nails done. Well, as time passed, I experimented a lot with my sister's and mother's cloths and make-up but never felt like a sissy until years later when I woke up one morning and had an epiphany. I suddenly remembered those early days and really wished my mother had taken me to the hairdresser all dolled up. The thought of being made into a girl and dressed up in front of a lot of staring and smiling