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> From: adie...@aol.com (A Dietrech)
> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
> Subject: Story: Joan 1/5 TG, mild femdom
> Date: 11 Dec 1994 09:15:07 -0500
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> Joan's Story
> Chapter One - A New Home
>
> Most people think that Dec. 7, 1941 is a day that will live in
> infamy. That day was nothing compared to April 23, 1990. That was
> the day my parent's divorce became final. In my seventeen years I
> had never really known my father. What little I did know, I didn't
> like. He was drunk when he came around the house, he cheated on my
> mother with a number of women, and he was a loud, filthy-talking
> man. The years of abuse had finally taken their toll on my mother
> and she divorced him. After the last papers were signed, which
> granted her full custody, her emotional state became increasingly
> worse instead of better.
> Through the month of May she cried continually. I thought she
> would have been glad to finally be rid of him, once and for all,
> but it didn't seem to help any. She stayed in her bedroom all day
> long, and rarely changed out of her flannel nightgown. I went to
> school, cooked at home, and did my best to take care of her.
> On the last day of May, as I awoke, I was surprised to
> discover my mother's sister at the house. She lived on the east
> coast far from my home in Iowa. I learned that Mother was going
> away to a hospital, and I was to stay with Aunt Margaret for
> awhile. That was all I was told. My bags had already been packed
> and I left my home without being able to say more than goodbye to
> mom. I felt frightened and alone.
> I didn't really know my aunt all that well. She lived by
> herself by the ocean. We only saw each other about once or twice
> a year. She always travelled west, I'd never been to her home.
> She had lost her husband in a car wreck a long time ago. She tried
> to be sympathetic and understanding with me. We were to fly from
> our town to hers. I had never been on a plane before, and that
> sounded like some fun.
> "You'll like the ocean, John. You can fish, walk along the
> beach.... You do know how to swim don't you, dear?"
> "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
> She told me about all the sights and activities near her home,
> and some of the things she liked to do. Her soft voice put me at
> ease, and I actually thought I might have some fun again.
> With great excitement I boarded the airplane. I sat down and
> looked out the window at all the activity going around outside the
> plane. The fuel was loaded, as was all of the baggage. It was
> really exciting to take off and watch the earth sink underneath us
> as the plane roared into the sky.
> Soon I was watching the people inside the plane. Our flight
> attendant was gorgeous. She had dark hair, very full red lips, and
> a figure that was great. I spent some time watching her walk up
> and down the aisle.
> "She's really pretty, isn't she John?"
> I turned beet red knowing that Aunt Margaret had watched me
> stare at her.
> Smiling, she took my hand in hers. Her nails were very long,
> polished in a soft pink shade. I began staring at her hands, and
> then her legs. I hadn't noticed what long heels her shoes had.
> They must have been at least four inches. And her stockings were
> black, with a seam going down the back. I felt a strange quiver
> from behind the fly in my pants. It was really exciting to look at
> Aunt Margaret. I'd never considered her looks before, but she was
> really pretty.
> "Now what are you looking at?"
> Turning red all over again, I managed to stammer out, "Your
> nails are so long. Isn't it hard to keep from breaking them?"
> She held them out for me to see. "Not at all, if you're
> willing to work at keeping them nice. It just takes practice. I
> noticed you saw my high heels. Same way for them. If you want to
> learn to walk on them without falling over, you must practice."
> I smiled and let out a sigh. The thought of me with long
> fingernails, and wearing high heels was pretty amusing.
> "What's so funny?" she asked.
> "When you said, `you' about having long nails and high heels,
> it sounded like to you were saying I could do that kind of thing."
> "And you wouldn't want to do that would you?" she asked, very
> skeptically.
> "Shoot, no!" I'm not a queer. I've seen those guys on
> Geraldo and Donahue. Sheesh!"
> "John, most of those people are not gay. They just have found
> that by wearing women's clothes they could relax, and feel more at
> ease to express themselves. There's really nothing wrong with
> that, is there?"
> "No, I guess not."
> After that rather unusual conversation the pretty flight
> attendant stopped by our row. Leaning over Aunt Margaret she asked
> me if I wanted something to drink. As she leaned over I looked
> down her blouse and saw her boobs straining to be free from the
> lace of the beige bra she wore. I thought about what it would be
> like to unsnap that beautiful undergarment, and put my hands around
> her breasts.
> "John, she asked you if you wanted something to drink. Are
> you in a trance?"
> "No, Aunt Margaret. I'd like a coke, please."
> The two ladies looked at each other and smiled. I felt like
> a complete idiot. When she returned with my drink, aunt Margaret
> reached out to take it. I let out a gasp when I saw her fingernail
> gently pass along the side of her breast. Neither spoke a word,
> and I sat there in amazement.
> About a half-hour before we landed, Aunt Margaret made some
> announcements. "John, you'll have your own room of course, and
> I'll be glad to get you anything you need to be comfortable. But
> you will have some chores to do while you stay. I don't want you
> getting lazy and just spending all of your time staring at girls in
> skimpy bikinis along the beach."
> "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
> After the plane landed we had another hour in the car. I
> could not see the water because it was dark, but I heard the sound
> of the waves breaking along the beach. I could even smell the sea
> water. I was excited about learning my new surroundings.
> I helped carry the bags in the house. It was a two story
> cottage. It was very soft in colors. Most of the things in the
> room were pink and other pastel colors. Everything was very
> dainty. My bedroom was right across the hall from Aunt Margaret's.
> She showed me the bathroom. It too, was very feminine, far from
> what I was used to back home. But it smelled so nice.
> She ordered a pizza for us, and it was really good. I could
> tell she was going to be a lot of fun to be with. After our supper
> she had a suggestion. "Let's go for a walk along the beach. It
> will be pretty much deserted now."
> We walked about a half mile up the beach. I saw some crabs
> running along the sand. Even in the dark, the water looked pretty.
> On the way back, Aunt Margaret took my hand.
> "I know your parent's divorce was very hard on you, not to
> mention your mom's sickness. But everything will be all right.
> You just have to trust me, ok?"
> "Sure, this is great."
> As we came back into the cottage she said, "That walk has you
> all covered in sand. Let me fix you a quick bath, and then you can
> turn in. We'll have a busy day tomorrow showing you around."
> I stood outside the bathroom while she started the water
> running. When she came out, I went in. Thick soapy bubbles filled
> the tub. I hadn't had a bubble bath in years. The water smelled
> so different, almost like flowers. I closed my eyes and let the
> soft water caress my body.
> After I had all but turned into a wrinkly prune, I decided to
> get out. I then realized I hadn't brought any clean clothes to
> change into. I got out of the tub and dried off, wrapping the
> thick pink towel around my waist when I was through.
> "Aunt Margaret, I forgot my clean clothes. Can you help me?
> I called.
> My aunt came in, carrying a stack of garments, I noticed. I
> gasped as she held out to me a pair of pink, lace panties. She
> then unfolded a matching pink nightie.
> "I think these will fit, John." If not, we'll get you some
> new things real soon."
> "I'm not wearing those! They're for girls. Get real! I want
> my own clothes."
> "John. I said you'll have to trust me. These are all you
> have to wear...."
> "I'll just get my own clothes then."
> Brushing by my aunt, I went in my bedroom and unzipped one of
> my suitcases. I couldn't believe what I saw. All of the clothes
> in there were my mother's! There were panties, bras, girdles,
> pantyhose, and dresses. I looked back to the door, Aunt Margaret
> was standing there, smiling at me.
> "John. I live here by myself. It would not look proper for
> me to have a young man living with me. I've decided that you are
> to be my niece and...."
> "There ain't no way in Hell that I'm going to...."
> Aunt Margaret bounded across the room and slapped me hard
> across my face.
> "There will be no foul language or disrespect in this home.
> You will be courteous to me at all times, or I'll paddle you, and
> don't think I couldn't do it!" she shouted. "Now you put your pink
> panties on right now, is that understood?"
> Thoughts of running away from this crazy woman filled my mind,
> but I also knew that I was 1750 miles from home, with the grand
> total of $8 in my pocket. I tried to think of what options I might
> have, but there didn't seem to be too many at the moment. While I
> considered what my next move would be, Aunt Margaret made hers.
> She reached over and grabbed the towel from around my waist, and
> left me standing in the room stark naked.
> "I said to put your panties on. I've now seen you naked, so
> there shouldn't be any problem with me seeing you in pink
> underwear, right?"
> It was kind of hard to argue that point. What was worse being
> seen naked, or at least having something to cover me? While
> looking at the floor I reached out my hand and received the soft,
> smooth pair of panties, and I stepped into them. She handed me the
> nightgown and I put that on also.
> "Tomorrow I'll expect much more cooperation and courtesy. Is
> that understood?"
> "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
> She turned around, turning off the light as she closed the
> door, leaving me standing in the clothes of a woman, with no
> parents, no money, and no way out.
> Tears filled my eyes as I got into bed. I hadn't been slapped
> that hard in a long time. I had thought Aunt Margaret would have
> been fun and kind and now she slapped me! I remembered, though,
> that up until that time she had been very friendly and nice, and
> only after I raised my voice did she get angry. What a temper.
> The softness of the panties and nightie felt good against my
> skin, even though I didn't want to admit it. I rolled over several
> times just to feel them tickle my skin. After such an event filled
> day, I finally fell asleep.
> It hardly seemed like I'd been asleep when I was roused back
> into consciousness. The room was still dark as Aunt Margaret
> squeezed my hand and called my name.
> "C'mon, John, let's go for an early swim. Its so
> invigorating. After that we'll have a good breakfast and have a
> good day."
> Gone were the words of anger and the harsh tone. It was the
> same sound that Aunt Margaret had used until that nasty scene of
> last night. As I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful sight. Her long
> red hair had been let down, and it laid gracefully down past her
> shoulders. Her more than ample bosom was obvious against the black
> lace of her long nightgown. Even without her makeup her face was
> beautiful.
> Cautiously, I allowed myself to smile back at her. Nothing
> was said about the unfortunate events of last night.
> "I've laid your bathing suit on the foot of your bed. I'll go
> change into mine while you get yours on. Now hurry up!"
> Without another word she left the room. I sat up and pulled
> my nightie off, and slid those pink panties down and reached for my
> swimming trunks.
> What I found, however, were not my bathing trunks, but one of
> Aunt Margaret's swimsuits, a one-piece suit with cups that would
> have fit her 36-C breasts, and a wide pink stripe that accented the
> otherwise all black suit.
> When I was just about ready to voice my obvious displeasure
> and protest, I remembered the slap I got the last time I tried, and
> knew I didn't want to start this day the way the previous one had
> ended. Perhaps, I thought, things might be a little better.
> With some effort I pulled the suit on into place. The cups
> laid flat against my chest, but I couldn't help that. I opened the
> door to find my aunt waiting for me.
> "Its a little big, but it will work. Isn't it pretty?"
> Silently, I nodded my head. Grabbing my hand she led me out
> of the house and down to the sea. No one else was in sight. The
> water was freezing, but it did wake me up. We splashed around, and
> soon I had forgotten that I was in her swimsuit. We chased each
> other, and splashed, and carried on for the longest time.
> As the sun came up cars could be heard. A panicked look came
> across my face. "I know, John. We'll get you home and changed."
> What a relief! Without even thinking I reached out and hugged
> this most unusual aunt of mine. She seemed most appreciative of
> the gesture. Taking my hand she led us back into her home.
> "A quick shower will rinse off the salt water," she said as
> she led me into her room. She had her own private bathroom, which
> was not done in pink, but black.
> "You can shower in here today. Take your suit off."
> I waited for her to leave but she didn't.
> "Its alright. Take off your suit. Remember, I did see you
> naked last night."
> Embarrassment filled me again. But I slid off the cold, wet
> bathing suit and stood before my aunt completely naked.
> I could not believe my eyes at what she did next. She took
> off her bathing suit and stood before me naked. She grabbed my
> hand and led me into the shower.
> Her breasts were magnificent. Perfectly formed, a dark ring
> around her erect nipples. She knew how captivated I was by her
> beauty. Handing me her washcloth she asked me to wash her back.
> Carefully I touched her and let the suds form on her back,
> washing her all over. Her hand caught mine, and slid it to her
> front. She wanted me to do her breasts. Barely able to breathe,
> I complied with her wishes. I had never touched anyone's boobs
> before, and it was great. I let my other hand come around her and
> stepped up close to her.
> "Get them very clean," was all she said, as she turned and
> stood face to face with me.
> The pain of last night was now all forgotten as I served her.
> Almost instinctively, I let my mouth fall upon her nipple, and
> began to kiss and suck her. I heard my aunt gasp with pleasure.
> My own excitement became obvious by the erection which I now had.
> For the first time, someone other than myself began touching and
> rubbing it. I continued to kiss that gorgeous breast as her hand
> worked faster and faster. Soon my body convulsed as she brought me
> to climax, and I shot myself all over her, the water rinsing it
> away.
> I pulled my mouth from her breast to look in her eyes. She
> was smiling at me. Her lips came to mine, and we kissed. Her
> tongue entered my mouth, and it felt so good. My hand stayed on
> her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers. I wanted to
> stay in that shower forever!
> It was Aunt Margaret who ended the shower, but I was putty in
> her hands now. "You enjoyed that a lot, didn't you."
> "Yes, ma'am," I said.
> "When you obey I'll reward you very gladly. But when you
> disobey, you'll be corrected. Is that understood?"
> "Yes, ma'am."
> After we dried off she led me to her bedroom, and sat me on
> the bed. Going to her dresser she found a matching bra and panty
> set, a garter belt and stockings. I gulped fearing I might be soon
> wearing them.
> A sense of relief hit me as she pulled her panties up on
> herself, and snapped the bra in place. I watched as she rolled
> each stocking up her leg, and snapped it on her garter belt. Going
> to her closet she pulled out a jumpsuit which was also black and
> put it on. She then put on the same pair of black high heels she
> wore the night before.
> I watched as she sat down at her vanity and began applying her
> makeup. I had seen mom do the same kinds of things before, but
> never paid attention until now. The foundation went first, then
> the eyes were lined, mascara and shadow applied. She outlined her
> lips, and put on red lipstick. When her face was done she curled
> her thick red hair. All of this was done without a word, but I
> didn't miss anything.
> When she was done she turned to me and said, "What do you
> think?"
> "You're absolutely beautiful."
> "Thank you, dear. Now its your turn."
> Again she went to her dresser, pulling out a bra and panty
> set, garter belt and stockings. I knew that these were for me.
> She instructed me to put them on. I remembered her words about
> obeying, and also the consequences of disobeying. She helped me as
> I dressed, for the first time completely as a woman. I was still
> scared, and embarrassed, but less than before, and still afraid of
> the consequences of protesting.
> Soon I was in my white bra and panties, and my stockings had
> been put on. They were beautiful undergarments, I thought. I
> remained silent, but now captivated over what was being done to me
> and with me, and what it all could mean. I was still very
> hesitant, and didn't want to seem as if I enjoyed it. After all,
> that wouldn't be right, I thought. Yet I was intrigued, and my
> unusual aunt seemed to know it.
> "We'll have to experiment with your makeup, dear, sit over
> here."
> I was led to the vanity, and my aunt displayed a number of
> bottles, boxes, and cartons, filled with many kinds and colors of
> cosmetics. I knew that I would soon have them on me. I was
> thankful that I was so far from home, away from anyone who knew me.
> The makeup smelled, felt, and tasted so strange. Aunt Margaret
> obviously knew what she was doing as she carefully applied it to my
> face, eyes, and lips. I guess she was trying to put me at ease as
> she kept repeating how pretty I was, and how happy she was that I
> could stay with her, and how much fun we would have.
> Walking to her closet, she produced a wig prominently
> displayed on a Styrofoam head. I sat perfectly still as she
> stretched it over my own hair, and began styling it. My
> transformation was all but complete now. I became excited by the
> girl with pretty, pouting pink lips, and by her long, curled
> eyelashes. The flowing blonde hair that hung past her shoulders
> made this new person very pretty.
> Aunt Margaret found a pink dress for me to wear. It only went
> down a little way on my thigh, like a little party dress. Aunt
> Margaret said that was the way it should look. I was given a pair
> of shoes, hers, to wear. They didn't have a high heel, but she
> said that they went well with my dress.
> Standing me before a full length mirror she said, "Oh, Joan,
> you look radiant. Aren't you a lovely young lady? Don't you just
> love it?"
> I didn't know what to say. Why did she call me `Joan.' She
> should have known from our shower that I was not a young lady. Why
> would she think I loved it?
> "Listen, you don't look like a `John' anymore. If people are
> to believe that you are my niece, a name like Joan will be more
> fitting, and I want you to get used to it."
> I nodded in consent.
> "Let's go fix our breakfast. You may look like a pretty girl,
> but I bet you have a boy's appetite, right?"
> I found myself laughing, and we walked into the kitchen. I
> knew my way around any kitchen, having cooked so many meals for mom
> and myself. I had never thought of cooking and cleaning as
> "women's work," even though if it was, I at least now looked the
> part.
> "Joan, please hand me the eggs and bacon."
> It still seemed so odd to be called Joan, but I did as I was
> asked, and soon we were enjoying our breakfast together. I did a
> double-take when I saw the pink outline of my lips on my juice
> glass. Aunt Margaret just smiled and said I would need to put more
> lipstick on after breakfast, and this time I'd do it by myself.
> After the breakfast dishes were done we sat out on her balcony
> and watched the surfers, fishers, and tourists on the beach. Every
> now and again someone would wave to Aunt Margaret from a distance,
> and I would cringe in fear of being discovered.
> Suddenly Aunt Margaret exclaimed, "Just look at how pink your
> arms are getting. You're getting that soft white skin burned!
> Let's get you inside young lady."
> My arms were rather warm, but the lotion she rubbed on them
> made them feel much better. I helped her inside the house, dusting
> and running the vacuum. She said little about my garments, and I
> did my best not to think about what I was wearing. I just kept
> myself busy, hoping no one besides Aunt Margaret would ever
> discover my secret.
> My first day as Joan was spent very quietly. I thought about
> finding my clothes and running away, but to where? Mom wasn't
> home, and I had no way to contact her. There were no other close
> relatives to call, they all thought I would be happy at Aunt
> Margaret's. How could I explain to them that in less than a day,
> I had gone from John to Joan. What would they think of me? What
> would they think of her?
> Throughout the day I was reminded to cross my legs when I sat,
> and to fold my hands in my lap. When I burped after I drank a coke
> I thought I was going to slapped again. Aunt Margaret sternly
> warned me that young ladies do not belch.
> That evening, Aunt Margaret told me she was going out, and
> that I could stay in and watch TV. Her next words surprised me.
> "You were a good girl today, Joan, so I'll reward you. You
> may put your some of your own clothes on..."
> "Thanks Aunt Margaret," I said with excitement. Maybe this
> weird treatment was finally over.
> "But there is one thing, Joan. You must keep your bra and
> panties on under your pants and shirt. You may remove your makeup
> and wig, along with your dress. But you must wear your pretty
> underwear this evening. Also, before you go to bed, I want you to
> put your nightie back on. Is this a deal?"
> "But, if I can wear my pants and shirt, why do I have to keep
> the women's underwear on. C'mon, Aunt Margaret!"
> "Do you want to be spanked?" she shouted.
> "No, ma'am," I said.
> "Then you'll be thankful for what you're allowed to wear, and
> no more arguments. I have a good mind to discipline you," she
> said.
> "I'll keep my bra and panties on, and I'll wear the nightie to
> bed," I said in sad agreement.
> Both of us went to our rooms to change. I was glad to take
> off the makeup, and wash my face. I put the wig on the Styrofoam
> head that had been moved to my room. I hung my pink party dress in
> the closet, and noticed a number of other dresses hanging there.
> What was I in for next, I remember wondering. Standing in just my
> bra, panties, garter belt and stockings I looked forward to getting
> some jeans on again. I pulled them on without even taking the
> stockings off. It was good to have my favorite sweatshirt on again
> too. Now I was John again, at least on the outside. I thought I
> would enjoy the evening alone.
> Stepping outside of my room, I walked to the living room.
> Aunt Margaret was gathering her keys and purse. She looked
> radiant. Her red hair had been put back in a French braid, the
> dress she wore hung to the floor, yet split up the side. You could
> see the place where her black garter belt met the stockings. She
> wore black gloves that went up almost to her shoulder. I thought
> they were beautiful, and wondered to myself how they felt pulled
> way up like that. Her makeup was very exotic, glamorous looking.
> I found myself wondering who she was meeting, and what would be
> happening.
> She must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled
> when she looked at me. "Do you like these gloves, Joan?"
> "They're beautiful, Aunt Margaret."
> She looked me over, and noticed that I still had on my
> stockings.
> "Be honest," she said. "Its hard not to enjoy the feeling of
> nylon next to your skin, isn't it?"
> It did feel nice, or else I guess I would have remembered to
> take them off along with the rest of the stuff. "It does kind of
> tickle my legs in a nice way," I said.
> "I knew they would. And that tight feeling from your bra also
> feels good, along with the satin panties too, right? Now you be a
> good girl tonight. Remember your nightie, too. I'll probably be
> a little late getting home, but I'll check on you when I get home.
> With a very delicate kiss from those full, red lips she left
> me. I put all of the unusual events out of my mind and prepared to
> enjoy the evening. I thought about taking my female garments off,
> but the thought of her coming home early and finding me not
> properly dressed frightened me. That red hair of hers probably
> gave her the temper, I thought. So I decided to keep my bra and
> panties on, and figured that with my shoes on, no would possibly
> see the stockings I was wearing. I would make the best of a bad
> situation.
> As it turned out, no one saw me anyway. A spring shower came
> up, and the beach deserted, and I didn't feel like going out
> anyway. I watched some TV, ate some popcorn, and entertained
> myself. It was a nice evening, but I kind of missed Aunt Margaret,
> and found myself wondering what she was doing.
> About 11:30, I decided to go to bed. I changed out of my
> jeans and sweatshirt, and decided to put my nightie on. I went
> into my bathroom, finding all the cosmetics on the counter. I
> smiled out of bewilderment at my predicament. But as I considered
> the day, it wasn't all bad. I just had to wear lipstick and
> women's clothes. As long as I went along with it, nothing
> happened, and it did seem to make Aunt Margaret very happy!
> I went to bed in a much happier frame of mind than the
> previous night, even though I was now wearing a bra, garter belt
> and stockings in addition to the panties and nightie I had on from
> last night. I was sleepy, and didn't bother tossing and turning,
> worrying about my bed clothes.
> About 15 minutes after turning off the light, I heard the
> outside door open. I froze. I figured it had to be Aunt Margaret,
> but what if it wasn't? At first I didn't hear any more noises, but
> then I heard other doors opening, footsteps in the hall, and they
> were getting closer. I was hardly breathing when I heard the click
> of my doorknob turning. I thought I was dead!
> "Joan, are you asleep yet?"
> It was Aunt Margaret.
> "No, but I'm so glad you're home," I stammered out. I didn't
> know what was going on for a minute there."
> She came and sat on the bed, I sat up a little bit, my pink
> nightie on just like she had said. "I'm sorry I frightened you.
> Just look at you shake. Come here." She reached out and hugged
> me, stroking my hair. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils,
> and I held her tight.
> "It's alright, I'm here now," she said. I felt much better
> when she said that.
> She pulled back my covers and said, "I think we'd both feel
> better if you were to sleep with me tonight. Come on, Joan. I see
> you've kept your bra and stockings on. I think you're getting used
> to them."
> She escorted me to her bedroom, and began to disrobe. It
> almost seemed natural watching her take off her jewelry and hang up
> her beautiful dress. She asked me to help take the braid out of
> her hair, and then brush it for her. I could tell she enjoyed the
> treatment I was giving her. As I gave her hair a stroke I couldn't
> help but notice an unusual red mark on her neck, but couldn't quite
> figure out what it was. I said nothing about it, however.
> In time she stood up, taking off her bra and panties, standing
> before me naked. She held her breasts and said, "Did you enjoy
> kissing them? I know you did," she said with a smile. She walked
> over to her vanity, taking a tube of lipstick. Wearing lipstick to
> bed helps keep your lips moist, she told me as she gave herself a
> generous coating. Looking at me she said, "May I do your lips,
> too?"
> The way she asked seemed quite unusual. She normally
> commanded me to wear a bra, or stockings. Now she was asking me.
> Somewhat puzzled, I nodded in consent. Smiling, she came and put
> the creamy red substance to my lips. As if to seal the moment, she
> put her red lips to mine and gave me a long passionate kiss.
> Momentarily she turned out the light, and joined me under the
> covers.
> In the dark, no one can tell what the other is wearing. All
> I knew was that I had a beautiful, naked woman next to me, even
> though I was wearing her lingerie and lipstick. I cautiously put
> my hand on her shoulder, as if asking permission to continue.
> Permission was granted as she guided it down to her breast again.
> I leaned my face over to hers, and she met me again with her mouth.
> I wanted her so bad. My tongue sought permission to enter her
> mouth, and it was granted. I found myself wanting to crawl on top
> of this woman, who was bewitching me. The only masculine thing I
> had strained for release from my panties....
> "Slow down, Joan. No need to rush. But it is time for you to
> take off your panties. Then lay back down."
> I had no intention of arguing with her. My panties came down
> over the garter belt and stockings. Aunt Margaret pulled the
> nightie off, leaving just my bra and garter belt on. She gently
> laid me on the bed, as she herself got up from the bed.
> A match was struck, and candles lit. The room took on a
> romantic glow. Her breasts made a tremendous silhouette on the
> wall, her red hair shimmered in the candle's light.
> "I know you liked my perfume, so you may wear some," she said
> as she sprayed my neck and wrists. Setting the bottle down, she
> again joined me in bed. I laid perfectly still.
> "Tell me, Joan. Do you like being a pretty girl with red
> lips, and pretty lingerie, and wearing expensive perfume?"
> Whispering, I said, "Yes, Aunt Margaret. I really do," I said
> as my desire for her grew.
> "A woman wants her lovemaking very passionate. So I will be
> passionate with you, my little girl," she said.
> Her mouth descended upon my erection. I moaned loudly. Up
> and down her mouth went upon me. I was on fire for her. When she
> stopped for a moment I thought I would scream for release. She put
> one knee on one side of me, the other knee on the other side. She
> placed her hands on my wrist, in effect, pinning me down to her
> bed. Her breasts fell almost to my mouth. I leaned up to taste
> them, but couldn't reach her erect nipple. I stuck my tongue past
> my own red lips to taste them, but could only barely touch them.
> She was driving me mad with desire. Slowly she came towards me.
> My mouth grabbed her eagerly. Then she slowly descended upon me.
> The warm moistness of her vagina enveloped me. She still held my
> hands down as she lifted herself up my shaft, and down again. The
> fire returned to me, as did the moans. I knew that in a few
> moments, I would no longer be a virgin. She began breathing a
> little heavier herself. I found it exciting to be exciting her.
> I felt myself reaching a climax, she sighed and told me to wait
> just a second. I tried my hardest but felt the first shots coming.
> It seemed like I must have filled her insides, but she kept right
> on working up and down, faster and faster, and then she began to
> moan saying, "Oh, Joan, yes, that's it, Joan, I love you, Joan, you
> pretty little lady."
> Then she laid motionless upon me, I held her close. I saw the
> traces of my lipstick on her cheek, and then realized that was what
> I had seen awhile ago on her neck. She had been kissed by another
> woman that night. I wondered who she was, but said nothing. I
> think I remember pulling the cover over both of us before we went
> to sleep that night. I licked my red lips a time or two, and
> kissed my most unusual aunt. We both drifted off to sleep. I was
> hers now, a fact she well knew.
>
> Chapter Two - A Day of Shopping
>
> A beautiful day greeted me as I woke up. Aunt Margaret was
> already up and dressed. As she heard me stirring she said, "Joan,
> go ahead and take a shower, and then get dressed. I've laid a few
> things out for you, too."
> I knew what that meant, but after last night, who cared? I
> enjoyed the shower, remembering the erotic adventures of the
> previous day, wondering what else would happen to me this summer.
> I dried off, and returned to my bedroom. True to her word Aunt
> Margaret had indeed laid out my clothes for the day. The set
> consisted of purple bra and panties, a slip, pantyhose, and a
> dress. I didn't even consider fussing about them, as I pulled the
> pantyhose up, and snapped the hooks to the bra. As I buttoned the
> front of my dress, I saw the wig on the dresser, along with all of
> the makeup.
> I thought that Aunt Margaret would probably like it if I put
> those things on, so I did my best to do it right. It took some
> effort to get the wig on straight, but I finally managed it. My
> hands weren't near as steady as Aunt Margaret's as I tried to get
> my mascara and lip liner on, but I did the best I could. My lips
> took on a moist cherry color, and I found myself somewhat pleased
> by the results. I found a pair of sandals in the closet with a two
> inch heel, and put them on. I then opened the door and walked to
> the kitchen, hoping to receive a warm reception.
> Aunt Margaret was not disappointed. Looking at me she almost
> glowed. "Joan, you look lovely. Just look at how well your makeup
> looks, and your hair too. That dress is you!" she exclaimed. She
> turned me around several times, complimenting me about my lips and
> eyes, and what a good job I did finding a matching pair of shoes.
> "This calls for a celebration. Today, we'll go shopping and
> buy you some new outfits. Purple is such a good color for you, and
> I think I remember a lovely sequined gown at Taylor's Ladies Store.
> We'll have to go to the Lingerie Store, too." She quickly left me
> to sit at the table and write a list, presumably of things I would
> need. She did not see the look of panic and fear that came across
> my face. I had not yet been out of her house, and only seen from
> a distance on her balcony. I could not actually go into a store,
> could I?
> "Aunt Margaret," I said very cautiously, remembering her
> temper. That's really nice of you, but you really don't have to go
> to any trouble. I have plenty of pretty panties and bras here, and
> that closet is full of dresses I haven't even worn yet. There's no
> need to...."
> "Let me worry about that, Joan. I know you're worried about
> being outside of the house. But we'll be in the car most of the
> day, and I'll explain to the sales people that you're shy, so you
> won't have to do any talking. Look at the mirror. Do you see a
> boy? I don't, and neither will anyone else. Eat your breakfast,
> and then we'll go."
> I opened my mouth as if to say something in rebuttal, but was
> given that look that said there was to be no further discussion.
> "Just trust me," Aunt Margaret stated.
> Breakfast didn't taste too good. It was ruined by a sick
> feeling in my stomach that I was about to be embarrassed beyond
> belief. Aunt Margaret reminded me to redo my lipstick right before
> we left. She smiled, commenting on how well I had learned to do my
> makeup. We walked out the front door while a car load of boys my
> age, heading for the beach, drove by. They whistled and said,
> "Look at those legs." Laughing, they drove on, Aunt Margaret
> smiled, but I wanted to crawl under a rock.
> When we parked at the Lingerie Store I didn't want to get out
> of the car. Aunt Margaret came around and opened my door,
> extending her hand. Although she had a smile on her face, the
> words she whispered were not friendly, "Get out of that car right
> now, unless you'd like me to pull your wig off and let you walk
> home like a little boy in her mommy's makeup. Let's see what those
> surfers would think then.
> Sullenly, I got out of the car and followed her into the
> store. Thankfully, we were the only customers. Out of the corner
> of my eye I noticed one clerk behind the cash register, and another
> sales person on the floor. She came right up to us and said, "Why,
> Margaret, its so nice to see you. How can I help you today, and
> who is this gorgeous young lady with you?"
> Aunt Margaret didn't seem to notice my face becoming beet red
> again. She just presented her list to the sales lady. "Alice, my
> niece Joan needs some new lingerie. I'd like to get her a waist
> cincher, a padded push-up bra, a long line bra, an all-in-one bra
> and girdle, and stockings, some with seams, some fishnet, and some
> regular.
> Alice smiled at me and said, "Joan, you must love your aunt
> who would buy all of this for you, don't you?"
> All I could do was nod.
> The sales lady said, "Let me take you into the dressing room
> and get some measurements. We'll have to take that pretty dress
> off, though."
> A look of terror replaced my red, embarrassed face. I look to
> Aunt Margaret for some help.
> Some help. She just said, "Go with Alice, Joan. I know
> she'll take care of you well, and that you'll just love your new
> things." With a knowing smile she turned and walked towards the
> door and said, "I have some more shopping to do, but I'll be back
> in an hour. Treat Joan very special, Alice."
> "I will," Alice called out after her. Putting her arm around
> my shoulder she escorted me to the dressing room. I was too
> frightened even to speak. Thoughts of being arrested as some kind
> of pervert came to mind. I've heard stories of what can happen in
> a jail, and especially to people dressed like I was. It was like
> I was in a trance, or some kind of a dream world. I now wanted to
> wake up and be at home, far from this place.
> "Joan, I asked you to take your dress off." It was the voice
> of Alice beckoning me back into the world of reality. "Don't be
> shy, dear. I do this all of the time. There's nothing that would
> surprise me. Here. I'll even help you.
> With just a pleasant look she began unbuttoning the front of
> my dress, and removed it from me. I just had on my purple slip,
> bra and panties. "Those are so pretty, Joan. I think we have some
> other dainty garments for you."
> I felt nauseous. I barely remember Alice lifting the slip
> over my head. I wondered if she knew I was wearing a wig. Did she
> know I was a boy? Would she yell, go into hysterics, or faint if
> she found out?
> Now I just had my bra, panties, and pantyhose on. It was
> obvious that I had no breasts, just the chest of a boy. Alice only
> smiled and said, "You know, a good push-up padded bra would really
> help. She pulled out a measuring tape to go around my chest. When
> I felt her unsnap my bra, the last possible way I could keep my
> disguise, I pulled away from her, and covered my chest with arms.
> "Joan, what's the matter? Being flat-chested isn't a problem
> if you know how to make the best of it." Pushing my arms to the
> side, she took the bra off. Now I was down to my pantyhose and
> purple panties. "Yes, a good padded bra will really look nice on
> you. What color would you like: Black, White, or Beige? I know,"
> she said, answering her own question, "we'll get you one of each."
> Alice left the room without another word. She hadn't caught
> on yet, I thought. Was she blind? Was she stupid? Why didn't she
> say something? She returned in a minute with several boxes,
> pulling from each the garment which would give the illusion that I
> had my own breasts. "Try this black one. It will match your
> panties underneath the pantyhose. You'll need to take those off
> anyway." I watched as she put the black bra on. It had lace
> around the cups, and a wide band with four snaps in the back. It
> felt so snug on me, but good. Alice straightened all the straps,
> and even pushed the cups up a little bit. I wondered if that was
> how it felt to be "felt up."
> "That works, doesn't it, Joan?"
> I allowed myself to nod, a little.
> "After you get your pantyhose off I'll measure you for your
> waist cincher, girdle, and all in one."
> I turned myself away from her and lowered the pantyhose, being
> careful not to put a run into them. I also hoped that she wouldn't
> see an unusual bulge in the front of the pretty purple panties.
> Again the measuring tape was placed around my waist, and then
> lowered to my hips. Had she noticed anything yet? She didn't say
> anything, and I couldn't tell by the expression on her face. Maybe
> I would get away with this after all.
> She left me again, and while she was gone I looked at myself
> in the mirror. With that special bra on it actually looked like I
> had breasts of my own. I felt underneath my cups, closing my eyes,
> thinking about what it would be like to have real boobs. I
> wondered how Aunt Margaret would react. Would she kiss them with
> her red lips the way I had kissed her with mine? I found myself
> becoming very excited by this fantasy.
> "That bra is very sexy, I think, Joan. Now let's try some of
> these other things too. Margaret will be back soon, and we don't
> want to keep her waiting."
> That was the understatement of the year. Alice turned me
> around. She must have noticed the erection under the panties, but
> still hadn't said anything yet. She put the waist cincher around
> me, and fastened it. It was tight. Six garters hung from this
> beautiful black garment, matching my bra.
> "That looks so nice, Joan. It perfectly matches your new bra.
> And as pretty as your purple panties are, I think you need black
> ones to have your outfit totally match. Your Aunt Margaret would
> agree," she said.
> With those words her fingers came between my waist, and the
> top of the panties, before I could move back or protest in any way,
> she quickly pulled them down to the floor.
> "Oh, no," I yelled. It was all over now. The secret was
> literally out, and straight out at that. I waited for the scream,
> the sirens, the fainting. I was headed for the slammer or the
> psych ward, I just knew it.
> Alice didn't scream, call for the police, or faint. She
> looked in my eyes, noting my fear. She looked at my hard-on,
> noting my excitement. Without missing a beat she said, "As hard as
> that thing is, you'll have a hard time having a smooth appearance.
> I think I can help.
> Alice went to her knees. She placed my hands on the tops of
> her shoulders and whispered, "I wanted to suck you from the minute
> you walked in the store."
> With that she eagerly came upon me. She took it all in and
> vigorously worked on it, her tongue sending powerful shivers of
> excitement all through my body. I noticed traces of her lipstick
> streaked along the shaft of my masculinity. I wondered how she
> could have known, and why she would do such a thing. I bent over
> as much as I could and touched her breasts, and began to rub them.
> She kept right on with her service to me. I began to feel that
> release was imminent. I squeezed her breasts hard, and ejaculated
> at that moment.
> She held me in her mouth, swallowing everything that I had put
> in there. When she released me from her lips she wiped me off with
> a tissue. After a moment, when we both gained our composure, she
> said with a smile, "I think now we can proceed with out any more
> intrusions." I stepped into the black panties she brought, and
> she pulled them up into place.
> During my time with Alice I changed underwear three times for
> her, trying different bras (I found myself getting excited by the
> long-line one), girdles (they were tight, but still exciting), and
> even the all-in-one.
> "Joan, with your all-in-one on you won't be able to wear your
> padded bra, so you'll need something else." Again she left me
> alone. A pile of garments had now been selected. I figured Aunt
> Margaret must have a pile of money to afford all of this.
> Alice came in with two boxes. From each she produced an odd
> looking thing. "These are prostheses, Joan. Normally they're used
> by ladies who have had breasts removed because of surgery. They
> fit into bras, and give the appearance of having a natural breast.
> These are very good quality, and no one will know that they aren't
> real."
> Alice put them into the cups of my all in one. She stood
> behind me, but I could see what she was doing as I looked in the
> mirror. Her hands shifted the devices into their proper places.
> She smiled and said, "Perfect." But she kept her hands on my
> "breasts" and began to squeeze.
> "Oh, Joan, you are so pretty. What a special young lady you
> are."
> She turned me around. I looked at her face. She now kissed
> me, her hands continuing to massage my breasts. It was a hard
> kiss. I put my arms around her, allowing her to do with me what
> she wanted. She held me close, kissing my lips, rubbing my
> breasts, as well as the crotch of my all-in-one.
> "Margaret is probably waiting. You may wear your new things
> if you like. You should get your dress on now, and don't forget to
> fix your makeup. We've smeared it just a little," she said with a
> knowing grin.
> She removed all of my purchases, allowing me the opportunity
> to dress, and check my makeup. When I came out of the dressing
> room, Aunt Margaret, Alice, and the other cashier all stood
> together smiling at me. It was obvious they had known my secret
> all along. But each one said how pretty I was as I came out. Even
> the clerk that I hadn't met yet said that she hoped to wait on me
> the next time. They all shared a giggle over that. Aunt Margaret
> paid for my new lingerie and we left.
> When we got into the car Aunt Margaret said, "There. That
> wasn't too bad at all was it?" She reached over and touched my new
> breasts. "They're wonderful. Don't you like them, Joan."
> I really did.
> "Now we have to stop by the department store. Are you up for
> it, Joan?"
> She laughed at her double entendre, but didn't seem to want
> any additional response from me. While we were driving to the next
> place, she stopped at a restaurant. "Let's go have some lunch
> while we're here."
> I got out of the car and walked with my Aunt into the
> restaurant. It was very full from the noon crowd. I felt every
> eye was upon me as we made our way to the table. Thankfully
> enough, Aunt Margaret ordered for the both of us, so I didn't have
> to speak to the waiter. His eyes had checked me over from top to
> bottom, and I didn't like it one bit.
> Aunt Margaret must have noticed him too, and she said, "The
> faster you get our order to the cooks, the faster we'll be eating."
> The meal was pretty good, and it looked as though no one was
> going to discover me. I chatted freely with Aunt Margaret during
> lunch. I could tell she was having a good time. She asked me to
> tell her about all of my purchases at the Lingerie Store. She
> didn't ask about Alice, but I think she knew what happened, judging
> by all their smiles when I came out of the dressing room.
> "The next store we'll visit is very elegant. They sell all
> kinds of formal wear, such as prom dresses, bridesmaid's outfits,
> and wedding gowns. They'll be very glad to help us, Joan."
> When we arrived at this store I knew Aunt Margaret was right.
> The store's display windows were full of elegant gowns, and
> beautiful wedding dresses. The clerk who waited on us was a
> beautiful blonde, very petite, with such a soft, feminine voice.
> She had a southern accent that just made your heart melt.
> "Miss Margaret," she said, "I'm so glad to see you and your
> niece here today. I've selected a number of things for her to try,
> let's all go see them."
> Again I was led to the back room. Aunt Margaret told me to
> take my dress off, which I did in front of the ladies. I still had
> on my all-in-one with the breast forms in it. A number of garments
> were held up. Aunt Margaret took charge saying "yes" or "no" to
> each. The beautiful clerk took some things out, and brought others
> in. The purple sequined dress was tried first. It was as pretty
> as Aunt Margaret had said. It went all the way to the floor. I
> tried on a scarlet outfit, and an emerald green one. Each one, it
> seemed, was more pretty than the one before it. Aunt Margaret was
> very pleased.
> "And now, Marilyn, I'd like you to bring in that last item I
> mentioned to you."
> The pretty southern belle Marilyn left the room, as Aunt
> Margaret helped me out of the last evening gown I was wearing. I
> was quite surprised by what she brought back. It was a wedding
> gown. Aunt Margaret just looked so proud when she brought it in.
> I was puzzled beyond belief. I even voluntarily spoke when she
> brought it in, not caring whether or not my voice gave me away.
> "Aunt Margaret, that's a wedding dress. I'm not getting
> married."
> "Shh, don't fuss, Joan. Just try it on. Marilyn is here to
> help you."
> "She'll have to put on the hooped skirt first, Miss Margaret."
> The hooped skirt would hold the gown way out. It took quite
> a bit of effort to put the contraption on. But when the gown was
> finally zipped up, even I had to admit how lovely it was. I didn't
> know why I needed it, but it was beautiful. I turned this way and
> that way, noticing different views of myself in all the mirrors.
> Marilyn and Aunt Margaret kept raving how beautiful I looked in it.
> Aunt Margaret said, "I'm going to go speak with the manager
> about all of these purchases, Joan. Marilyn, would you help her
> change, please?"
> "Of course, Miss Margaret. You go right ahead.
> When Aunt Margaret closed the door behind her Marilyn looked
> at me and said, "Joan, what a special bride you'll be someday. Any
> girl would be proud to look as pretty as you, and to be with
> someone so special as you are." She began to unzip my wedding
> gown, and helped me out of it. Her hands were so small and
> delicate, each nail painted in a soft rose color, very well
> manicured. She smiled such a pretty reassuring smile, and
> commented, "You have a gorgeous figure. I'm just a little
> jealous."
> Had she mis-spoken? Didn't she mean any boy would think I was
> pretty and want to marry me? If she only knew what gave me my
> figure she wouldn't be jealous, I thought. I thought it best not
> to say anything but, "Thank you, Marilyn. I noticed how pretty you
> were when I came in too."
> The pretty, petite clerk smiled, and leaned over and kissed my
> cheek. "Thank you, Joan," she softly said. I wondered if she knew
> how beautiful I found her.
> Aunt Margaret came back in. "Your dresses will be delivered
> to our house, Joan. Just put your dress back on and come meet me
> in the car when you're through. She left again.
> Marilyn spoke next. "I know you're new in town, and not quite
> settled into your new circumstances yet, but I'd like to see you
> again, if you want."
> "I don't know, Marilyn. You're so sweet and pretty, but
> things are kind of..." I didn't want to say too much. Actually,
> I didn't know what to say.
> "Joan, I really think you're sweet. Miss Margaret told me how
> shy you are. But I think we could become very close friends." She
> squeezed my hands tightly, and kissed me again. This time on my
> lips. She smiled and said, "I'll be thinking about you, and how
> beautiful you are in your new gowns."
> With my dress on I left the store. True to her word Aunt
> Margaret was in the car. "Today was very special, wasn't it?
> Didn't I tell you that all you have to do is trust me, and I'll
> take care of it? You didn't have any problems today at all, did
> you?"
> Nodding my head I said, "No, Aunt Margaret." I leaned over to
> kiss her cheek. She turned her head towards me and it was her lips
> I kissed. We smiled at one another. As we turned out of the
> parking lot and onto the street, I saw Marilyn looking out the
> window, and she waved to me.
>
> Chapter Three - Joan Continues Growing
>
> The next few weeks settled into a routine. Each day I would
> dress in my new lingerie, put on my own wig and makeup, and wear
> whatever dress Aunt Margaret wanted me to wear. Most days we would
> stay around the cottage. Occasionally Aunt Margaret would go out
> in the evening, and come home late. Every now and then we'd go to
> a fancy restaurant and enjoy a meal.
> I was becoming more like the niece my Aunt wanted, and less
> like a boy. Most nights however were spent giving pleasure to one
> another. I think we both looked forward to our evening activities.
> On one especially interesting night Aunt Margaret made an
> unusual request of me at suppertime. "Joan, I'd like you to put on
> your purple evening gown this evening. Wear your black bra, waist
> cincher, and garter belt. Put on your seamed stockings. Also, I'd
> like for you to paint your fingernails in the color that you'll
> find on your dresser. A matching lipstick is there too for you to
> use."
> I had tried on the gown at the dress store, but had not worn
> it yet at home. After I helped Aunt Margaret clear the dishes, I
> went to my room to change. I had been wearing my all-in-one with
> the prostheses, and pantyhose. I took those off and put on what
> Aunt Margaret had requested. It was unusual for her to request
> that I polish my nails. She'd never mentioned that before, even
> though she had me watch her do her own. Mine had grown a little
> since I'd come to live with her. I did my best to copy what I had
> seen her do, and soon my nails were very pretty. It was now no
> problem to put my lipstick on, and it did match my nails shade for
> shade.
> I had come to love the feeling of nylon stockings. The seam
> up the back was so sexy! I made sure my gown looked good, and then
> looked in the closet for some shoes to wear. A pair that I had not
> noticed before stood prominently in front. They were satin high
> heels, with a strap to go around my leg to fasten it. They had
> been dyed to match my gown perfectly. The heels reached almost
> four inches I guessed. I put them on and tried to walk. It was so
> hard. My ankle slipped, and I stumbled a little too. I almost
> gave up, but figured that these were the ones Aunt Margaret wanted
> me to wear. So doing the best I could, I hobbled out to the living
> room, occasionally having to grab the wall to balance myself.
> I about did a double take as I entered the room. Standing
> before me in an identical gown was Aunt Margaret. I smiled a big
> smile. Even the shade of nail polish and lipstick were the same.
> The shoes were also. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was
> a redhead, and my wig was blonde, we might have been mistaken for
> twins.
> "Are you surprised, Joan?"
> "I sure am. You look so beautiful, Aunt Margaret."
> "And so do you. You know you're so special to me. Have you
> gotten used to your high heels yet?"
> "I'm not very sure footed yet."
> Aunt Margaret went to the stereo and turned on some music.
> "Dance with me," she said.
> Soon she took me in her arms, and swept me off my feet. At
> first she went very slow, helping me get used to the high heels I
> was wearing. But as the evening wore on the tempo increased. I
> had never had one dancing lesson, but soon found myself led in what
> Aunt Margaret called ballroom dancing. I was twirled from one end
> of the room to the other, complimented all the time. Aunt Margaret
> knew many kinds of dances, and knew them well. She led, and I
> willingly followed.
> The music turned slow, and she guided me close to her. She
> wore the same perfume as she did the first night we slept together.
> I laid my head on her shoulder and let the scent waft to me,
> moaning softly as it did. I kissed her neck. Then I stopped
> dancing, stood up straight, and said, "Thank you, Aunt Margaret for
> taking me in, and for taking care of me." Then I said, "Thank you
> for my new pretty clothes. I feel so pretty tonight."
> "You are so welcome, Joan, and you do look pretty." She
> guided me to the sofa and we sat down. I thought I noticed a small
> tear in the corner of her eye, but Aunt Margaret was smiling.
> "Is everything alright," I asked.
> "Everything is fine," she answered. "Wait here a moment and
> I'll call for you when I'm ready."
> She left for the bedroom. I was looking forward with great
> interest to whatever she was going to surprise me with.
> After about ten minutes (it seemed a lot longer) she called
> for me. "Joan, you may come in now."
> As I opened the door to her room, I saw that the candles had
> again been lit. Aunt Margaret had changed from her purple gown
> into a very unusual costume. Her long red hair was hanging down
> her shoulders. She had a black cat-like mask over the top of her
> face. She wore a black bustier with fishnet stockings. She also
> wore those beautiful black shoulder-length gloves again. She was
> wearing black patent high heels which must have been five inches,
> if not higher. Aunt Margaret, I could tell, was not wearing any
> panties. She sat at her chair. She did not smile as I came in the
> room, but I thought I heard her making a purring sound.
> "You look perrrrfect," she cooed. "Take off that pretty dress
> and let me see your lingerie." I did as instructed. While I did
> that she found a lipstick and said, "Put this on, little kitten."
> Again, I silently obeyed her. She had now reclined across her bed.
> "Come lay next to me, Kitten."
> This experience was quite new. I laid on my side next to Aunt
> Margaret. She rolled over to her night stand and brought out an
> object I had not seen. It was a fleshtone color, about 8" long.
> It had the shape of a man's penis. I had no idea what was going
> on. At the bottom of the instrument was a small switch. I watched
> her push it, and it began to make a buzzing sound. She knew I was
> watching her, so there was no need for her to tell me to watch her.
> "Joan, this is a vibrator. It can give a woman a lot of pleasure.
> Watch me."
> She touched it to her breast. I watched as she slowly licked
> her red lips. She raised the vibrator to her mouth and let her
> tongue go around the end of it. I noticed a vibration from
> underneath my panties when she did that. With her other hand she
> took mine. "See what you can do with it," she said.
> The vibrator really was shaking. I took it and touched her
> breast as she had done. "Go lower, Joan" she purred again.
> I figured out why she was wearing no panties. Slowly,
> delicately I put it to her bottom. "Put it on my pussy, little
> kitten" she whispered. Her fingers in the long black gloves parted
> the hair to either side. I found it to be no problem to insert the
> vibrator deep within her.
> "Pull it out and push it in slowly, Kitten," she said. I
> watched her respond to each movement. I saw her hands grab the
> blanket on the bed and squeeze. Her purring became louder. I
> wanted to please this vixen behind the mask. I slowly increased
> the rate of vibrator's motion. It pleased her. I did everything
> I could to please her, I began kissing her neck, and rubbing her
> breasts. "I love you, Aunt Margaret. I want you to enjoy this.
> Thank you for letting me be your little girl" I said. Her groans
> became louder and louder. "Faster, pretty girl, faster." Up and
> down I went, watching my hand give immense pleasure to my Aunt.
> Soon she shouted, "Pump my pussy, pump me hard, harder, yes, ohhh."
> She laid still, and I stopped my strokes, although I left the
> vibrator running inside her. In a moment or two her eyes opened
> and she looked at me. "You were very good. I'd like to reward
> you."
> Aunt Margaret removed the vibrator herself and turned it off.
> It was wet, almost dripping, from her own juices. She held it to
> my mouth. "Taste it, Joan. Its time you learned to appreciate
> it."
> I opened my mouth and she shoved the penis in. "Clean it all
> off, Kitten" she purred. It tasted so unlike anything I had ever
> ate. At first, it wasn't good, but after a moment or two I could
> tolerate it. By the end, I let my tongue eagerly search for every
> last drop. When I was quite through, Aunt Margaret removed the
> dildo from my mouth. "Take your panties off, Kitten" were her next
> words. Eager for my reward, I obeyed her.
> She leaned over me and kissed me. Then she kissed the
> vibrator, then me again, and back and forth. The leather of her
> glove felt soft and cool against my erection as she worked her way
> down. Gently, she pulled my legs apart. Licking her lips she
> descended to my groin. I felt her tongue touching me in places she
> hadn't before, going down well beyond my scrotum. In a moment her
> tongue came back to my penis and I laid back. I knew I was in for
> a great time.
> I closed my eyes and waited for the special tingles that came.
> I felt, however, a pressure from below. The pressure turned
> quickly into a pain, as I felt something go up inside me.
> "Aunt Margaret, what is it, what...."
> "Lay down, Kitten, just relax." I felt something go way, way,
> up. It hurt. Aunt Margaret held me down. At last it stopped. I
> began feeling her lips going up and down me again. The good
> feeling began to return. When I thought I could relax again,
> something began to stir and shake from deep inside me. Aunt
> Margaret had inserted the dildo in me and turned it on. Still
> holding me down with her hand, and still sucking me, she began to
> do to me what I had done to her. I thought I would scream, it
> hurt, it felt good, I wanted more, I wanted her to stop, I wanted
> it faster, I wanted it slower. My pelvis went up and down, in
> perfect synchronization with her lips and the humming vibrator.
> "Do it, Aunt Margaret, I want it so bad, faster, faster, oh
> yes...."
> I exploded in ecstasy. More than any of the previous times.
> The dildo was removed. Aunt Margaret licked her lips, and I held
> her tight. I was spent, and near the point of passing out. She
> took off her mask, looked me in the eyes and said, "Goodnight,
> Kitten." Those were the last words I heard that night.
> Another beautiful day came our way. I got up out of bed, and
> made my way to get cleaned up. I even thought I'd bring Aunt
> Margaret's breakfast to her in bed. After my bath I selected a
> fresh set of lingerie to wear, did my makeup, put on a pretty blue
> dress for the day, and was about to put my wig on.
> "No need to worry about that today, Joan. You're not going to
> need that on today." I looked up to see Aunt Margaret in the
> doorway watch me at my vanity.
> "But its so pretty, Aunt Margaret, and it makes me look so
> feminine." I could barely believe that I was trying to defend
> putting on a wig to look feminine.
> "Your makeup and dress look fine, let's go fix our breakfast."
> Instead of bringing her breakfast in bed, we took a tray out
> onto the balcony. It occurred to me that I had not even been to
> the beach during the day. On the other hand, I hadn't missed it
> that much either.
> "My hairdresser will be coming today, Joan. She's going to
> give you a permanent. Your own hair is getting a little longer, so
> you won't need a wig any more. You'll look like a lovely girl
> without a wig."
> Feelings of fear returned. The thought of being discovered
> were quite unnerving. Yet Aunt Margaret had not let me down yet,
> and in fact had made the other experiences more than pleasurable.
> Still unsure, however, I said, "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
> I was told my appointment was set for 11:00 that morning.
> Aunt Margaret washed my hair and wrapped a towel around it. She
> made a place in the kitchen for me to sit. Promptly at the
> designated hour the doorbell rang. Aunt Margaret went to answer
> it. I was relieved to hear the voice of another female, and soon
> the two ladies walked in.
> "Joan, this is my hairdresser, Mrs. Erickson."
> "Hello, Joan. So you're getting your first perm today?"
> "Yes, ma'am."
> Aunt Margaret added, "And could you perhaps give her a facial
> and manicure while her hair is setting?"
> "I'd be delighted, Margaret."
> A number of smelly solutions were put into my hair. It hurt
> when all of the rollers were added. They showed me what it looked
> like in the mirror. I could have done without that. While my hair
> was doing whatever it was supposed to, Mrs. Erickson began my
> facial. She first washed off the makeup I was wearing, and put on
> something she called a mud pack. It was cold, heavy, and slimy.
> Before long, it dried right up. After the last residue of the pack
> had been removed, she began giving me new makeup. She complimented
> my skintone, and said I had a very versatile face, for whatever
> colors I wanted to wear, either in cosmetics or haircolor.
> When she was completed with my makeup both she and Aunt
> Margaret were very pleased. She started on my nails next. I was
> still wearing the polish from the previous night. That was
> removed, and she began giving me the promised manicure. My nails
> were filed and buffed, the cuticle was removed, and a new very wet
> look polish was applied. About the time she finished with my
> nails, she said my hair was done, and ready to be rinsed and
> styled. Mrs. Erickson wanted to make sure that my face wouldn't
> get wet as she rinsed me out, so as not to ruin my pretty makeup.
>
> "Can I see what I look like?" I was actually quite interested
> in seeing the results.
> "Not yet, Joan," Aunt Margaret said.
> Mrs. Erickson used a blowdryer, and then a curling iron. It
> seemed like they were taking forever getting my hair dried. It
> never took me that long. I was getting anxious.
> Mrs. Erickson finally finished her work. "Let's see the
> mirror, Margaret. I know Joan wants to see how pretty her new
> hairdo is."
> Aunt Margaret handed me the mirror. I brought it up to my
> face. I knew it would be pretty by the nice smiles the two ladies
> had. I was not prepared for the shock which came. My hair had not
> only been curled, it had also been colored. I now had deep red
> hair, just like Aunt Margaret. My mouth must have hit the table
> when I saw myself. It was like looking at a total stranger. She
> was very pretty, but who was she now?
> "Mrs. Erickson, Joan is speechless. She loves it as much as
> I do, I can tell. You work miracles every time," she said with a
> laugh. I sat there in stunned silence. "Joan, your hair will be
> as long as mine in a month or so. You may keep this curling iron
> in your room on your vanity. And all these new cosmetics are
> yours too." Aunt Margaret was almost giddy with excitement.
> "Don't you want to thank Mrs. Erickson."
> "Yes, ma'am," I said in a bewildered voice. "I can honestly
> say I don't believe it, Mrs. Erickson."
> "You're quite welcome dear. You're a beautiful woman." She
> clasped my hand and gave it a squeeze.
> After she left, Aunt Margaret had some more news for me.
> "Later this afternoon we're to have a guest for supper. I'd like
> you to wear your new emerald green dress. And I have another
> surprise for you too. She held out a long, thin box to me. "Go
> ahead, open it."
> In my excitement about a gift, I forgot about my new red,
> curly hair. I opened the box and found a pair of long, black
> gloves, just like the ones Aunt Margaret wore. She knew how
> attracted I was to them, and I was glad to get them. "Thank you,
> Aunt Margaret," I said. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, leaving an
> imprint from my new shade of lipstick. "That really is a nice
> color," I said mischievously. "Who is our guest tonight?"
> It didn't bother me so much that another woman would see me as
> Joan. It had not mattered yet, so I didn't think it would tonight
> either. But Aunt Margaret was being coy. "I'm not saying just
> yet, it is a surprise."
> About 5:30 I was instructed to change for the evening. I put
> on one of my padded push up bras and fresh panties. I selected
> stockings for my garter belt, and also decided to wear my waist
> cincher too. Aunt Margaret came in to help me zip my dress, and
> watch as I put my gloves on. They looked beautiful. I looked
> beautiful. Aunt Margaret handed me a purse which matched my
> outfit. I thanked her for still another gift. I looked inside and
> found a compact, lipstick, a brush, and the bottle of perfume I
> loved so well. "Your hair looks so pretty, Joan. Try on some of
> your perfume."
> At 6:30 the doorbell rang. Aunt Margaret told me to get it.
> I opened the door and there stood Marilyn. She wore a royal blue
> evening gown, obviously without a bra, and high heels which matched
> her outfit. I didn't know quite how to greet her. But Marilyn
> just smiled and said, "Surprise, Joan! You look so beautiful
> tonight. Aren't you going to ask me in? I just love your gloves."
> And then she squealed, "I absolutely love your hair. You have the
> perfect complexion for a redhead."
> Her soft voice won me over again. "Marilyn, its so nice to
> see you. Aunt Margaret wouldn't say who our guest was to be. I'm
> so glad its you!" I reached my hand out to her, pleased that she
> thought my gloves were pretty. Aunt Margaret stood back from a
> distance and welcomed our guest.
> "Dinner will still be a little while, girls. Why don't you
> have a seat and listen to some music."
> Both Marilyn and myself offered to help with the meal, but
> Aunt Margaret insisted that we get to know one another better.
> Marilyn softly, and somewhat shyly said, "Joan, do you like that
> song that's playing?"
> I nodded and said it was pretty.
> Almost in a whisper Marilyn said, "Would you want to dance
> with me?"
> The thought of holding this beautiful girl thrilled me. "I'd
> love to dance if you want to."
> It was a very slow song. At first I stood back, not wanting
> to hold her too tight, or scare her off. We moved slowly at first.
> I was thankful that Aunt Margaret had taught me about dancing.
> Marilyn moved closer to me. Although we both wore high heels, I
> was still a little taller. I held her close. I felt her lips kiss
> my neck. "I love your perfume, Joan."
> We slowly danced for the longest time. As the song ended I
> slowly raised Marilyn's head and touched my lips to hers. I felt
> her tongue play across my red lips. "You are a very pretty woman,
> Joan."
> "No, not really. You're the pretty one, Marilyn." It was
> obvious we were attracted to one another. I started wondering if
> I was being honest with Marilyn, not actually being the girl she
> was attracted to. She kissed me again, holding me tight."
> "If you girls are ready, dinner is served." Aunt Margaret's
> voice startled me. I didn't know what she would think about
> Marilyn and me kissing. She just said, "You don't want your dinner
> to get cold do you?"
> It was a delicious dinner, and the conversation was
> delightful. Both Aunt Margaret and Marilyn made me the center of
> attention. I was having the time of my life with them. "Miss
> Margaret," Marilyn started, "The department store is having a big
> sale on Monday. Maybe you two would like to come in again."
> "That would be fun, don't you think, Joan?"
> "Sounds great," I said.
> "Why don't you two ladies take care of the dishes," Aunt
> Margaret said. "I have an errand to run and I'm already late."
> "You just go right ahead, Miss Margaret," Marilyn said. "Joan
> and I will get all this taken care of. Now don't you worry about
> anything." Marilyn's southern accent was so pretty. I could
> listen to her for hours.
> Aunt Margaret's car left the driveway and Marilyn and I began
> to clear the dishes. We talked about so many things. In no time
> at all the dishes were done.
> "Joan, your dress does look lovely. But I brought along some
> more comfortable clothes to change into. Do you want to change
> your clothes too?"
> "That sounds like a good idea, Marilyn. Why don't you change
> in my room, and I'll change in Aunt Margaret's."
> I found a sun dress from my closet and put that on. Marilyn
> wore one too. The sun had set and all but a few die-hard fishermen
> had left the beach in front of the house. "Would you like to go
> for a walk, Marilyn?" I asked.
> We spent a long time on the beach. I felt like I should say
> something to her, about myself, but the opportunity never presented
> itself. When it was almost totally dark, I grabbed her hand, and
> pulled her to me again. We began to kiss each other. While her
> tongue explored my mouth, her hand began to explore my breasts. I
> was too far in to back out now.
> "Take me back to the cottage, Joan."
> I led her by the hand. Aunt Margaret had not returned yet.
> As soon as I closed the door behind us, Marilyn pulled off her sun
> dress. Her soft, little breasts were so pretty. "Take your dress
> off, Joan" she said.
> Frowning a little, I took mine off. She saw me standing in my
> padded, push-up bra. "You're so pretty, Joan." She came to me
> and we embraced. Her nipples felt so good on my chest. I felt her
> unsnap each of the four snaps on my bra. "Marilyn, I need to, I
> mean I should say,..."
> "Joan, its alright. Let me continue." My bra was removed.
> I felt naked without it on. Marilyn's lips kissed my chest,
> leaving a little ring around my small nipple from her lipstick.
> "I'm sure that your breasts will grow one day. Some are just
> a little slow. Mine were too." Somewhat relieved, I held her
> again, kissing her softly, and gently playing with her breasts.
> Marilyn took me by the hand and led me to my own bedroom.
> When we entered she sat me on my bed and stood in front of me.
> "Joan, would you help me lower my panties?"
> As much as I wanted to do that, I was hesitant. If I took
> hers down, she would want mine down. I didn't know what to do. I
> wished Aunt Margaret would have told me about this before she left.
> Marilyn spoke again. Her tone was a little more stern. "I
> asked you to help me take my panties down. If you were a good
> hostess you would do it without hesitation. I don't think your
> Aunt Margaret would appreciate this type of rudeness, do you?"
> I knew that Aunt Margaret would hit the roof if I insulted our
> guest. I had to do some fast thinking and acting. "I'm so sorry,
> Marilyn. I just want to do the right thing. You're so pretty, I
> want to be with you tonight. I'm just nervous, that's all. I'm
> sorry."
> "Just take off my panties, Joan."
> With resolution, I removed her panties. She did not have any
> pubic hair. She was clean shaven, and soft as a baby's bottom. I
> momentarily forgot my fear as I examined this new sight.
> "That's better, Joan." Marilyn's soft voice returned. "Now
> I'll take your panties off, and we can go to bed."
> "Marilyn, there's really something I need to tell you...."
> She didn't wait to find out what it was but just pulled my
> panties down. She gave me the same type of close scrutiny I had
> given her.
> "Joan, I don't see what the problem is. I knew about this all
> along."
> "And you don't mind?"
> "Not at all. To me, you're a beautiful woman with some extra
> equipment. That's all. Now that we have that out of the way can
> we continue."
> I nodded my head.
> "Marilyn...."
> "Yes, Joan."
> "When you took my bra off, did you know then that I wasn't a
> natural born female?"
> "Yes."
> "Then why did you say that one day I'll have my own breasts?"
> Marilyn smiled at me, and then she kissed my lips again. "Its
> been a long day, and a great evening, Joan. I'm getting sleepy
> though." It was obvious that she either could not or would not
> answer my question, so I decided not to press the issue further.
> "Normally I put on some lipstick before I go to bed. Would
> you like some?" I asked.
> Marilyn's pretty smile returned. I handed her my lipstick and
> she did my lips for me. She did her own also. She laid in my arms
> and we talked for the longest time.
> We did not make love that night, even though we slept
> together. We just held each other close, kissing, and fondling one
> another. I knew, however, that one day we would go farther in our
> relationship. It also surprised me that I had not heard Aunt
> Margaret come home that night. I didn't know if that should worry
> me or not. I was glad that Marilyn was around to spend the night
> with me.
> It was my pleasure to get up before Marilyn the next morning
> and prepare her breakfast. I brought it to the bedroom, and
> watched as she ate. She had to work that morning, so she left soon
> after she got dressed. On her way out I said, "Thank you for last
> night. You are so pretty. I hope we'll see each other soon."
> Marilyn gave me a big hug. With a straight forward look she
> said, "Joan, you're the prettiest girl I know. Thanks for being my
> girl friend. We kissed one another one last time. As she left I
> felt even prettier.
> Aunt Margaret came home an hour or so later. Although she
> didn't offer any information about her evening, she was very
> curious about mine. I told her everything we did, and how
> accepting Marilyn had been, and how much I liked her, and how she
> told me that I was pretty, and special too. Aunt Margaret held me
> close and whispered, "My little kitten is growing up."
>
> Chapter Four - Joan's Transition
>
> Aunt Margaret and I were becoming more and more alike every
> day. We went out for dinner to celebrate our fiftieth day
> together. I had now lost any fear of being discovered or
> ridiculed. In Aunt Margaret's eyes I was her niece, and that
> satisfied me.
> Marilyn and I saw one another occasionally during that time.
> She was always so sweet and understanding. We would go for long
> walks on the beach together. I especially enjoyed our dates when
> we could dance and be close to one another. I started considering
> her one of my best friends.
> One evening, after Marilyn had went home for the night, I came
> in the house to discover Aunt Margaret on the phone, a quiver in
> her voice, and tears streaming down her cheeks. She had obviously
> been quite shaken up by this phone call, and I was anxious to find
> out what the problem was. When she finally hung up she sat on the
> couch, buried her head in her hands and sobbed.
> I sat down next to her, put my arms around her and asked what
> had happened, and why was she crying.
> "John, I have some bad news."
> I knew then that it was my mother. Aunt Margaret had not
> called me John since the second day I came to live with her. From
> that time until now I had been Joan.
> "Its mom, isn't it?"
> She looked me in the eye and nodded. Soon, I joined her in
> tears. In all my new adventures with Aunt Margaret I had hardly
> even considered my mom's condition. I had been told that contact
> with her would be limited, but I always thought that I'd be able to
> see her again. I felt very sorry that I had not been there for
> her, and that while she was alone back at the hospital, I was
> having all this fun out here.
> I wondered about what had happened to her son in these past
> fifty days. She wouldn't have recognized him, that's for sure.
> That began to make me mad too. My identity and personality had
> been completely altered. My hair was now red and curly, and it
> used to be very straight and brown. My nails were long and
> polished, and I gave the appearance of having a feminine figure,
> complete with lifelike breasts. I felt guilty for abandoning my
> mother, and for what I had allowed myself to become. "I'm so
> ashamed," I cried.
> Aunt Margaret now held me as I cried. "I know what you're
> thinking, dear, but there are some things you don't know. Your
> mother loved you more than anything else in the world. She always
> appreciated how much you were able to do for her, but she knew that
> her time was coming to an end, and that you would not be able to
> help her anymore. You see, she had been sick with a cancer for
> about a year before her divorce. The reason she never told you was
> because she felt you had enough to worry about in light of your
> parents breaking up."
> "But," I said.
> "Let me continue. As part of the divorce settlement, your
> father signed a paper giving full, total custody and parental
> rights to your mother. In effect, he permanently gave up any claim
> which he might have on you. Since your mother knew what was
> happening, she gave custody and legal guardianship over to me. She
> knew that I would love you as my own child, and that she would not
> have to worry about you having any need. Your mother was a very
> smart woman. She planned well for you. You really ought to be
> very proud of her.
> "What would she think of her son now," I asked, somewhat
> bitterly.
> Aunt Margaret stood up and asked me to follow her. I walked
> behind her into her bedroom. From a writing desk she pulled out an
> envelope. It was not sealed, but the name in the address space
> said, "To my beloved child."
> Tears came down Aunt Margaret's cheeks as I took the envelope
> and began to read Mom's final words to me. It read:
> Words cannot express how much I love you, and how special you
> have always been to me. But I know that I won't be able to take
> care of you any more. I wanted you to be in a place where you can
> find love and acceptance, without the abuse that we've had to live
> through these past few years.
> By the time you read these words I'll be gone. I want you to
> be strong, and remember always how much I love you. You will find
> love and happiness with your aunt. She's a special woman. Trust
> her, and do the things she'll ask you now to do. Love her as you
> have me.
> As I write these words to you I can almost see how beautiful
> you've become. Aunt Margaret and I have discussed your new role
> and life. I only wish I could have been there to see you. I want
> you to know how proud I'd be of you. You will meet many of Aunt
> Margaret's dear friends. Let them become your friends as well.
> In time your tears will cease. A smile will return as you
> remember our good years together. I'm smiling as I write these
> words knowing of the many happy years in front of you. I love you,
> Joan.
> "Mom knew what was happening here, Aunt Margaret?" I couldn't
> hardly believe it.
> "Yes, dear. She had grown tired of the abuse and sadness of
> her life, and wanted you to know as I did the joys of being with
> women. It was your mother who packed the suitcase full of her
> lingerie for you."
> "But I just don't understand."
> "You will in time."
> We cried together through most of the night, and fell asleep
> together in her bed. There was no one who I'd rather have been
> with in such a time of crisis as Aunt Margaret.
> The morning brought many arrangements to be made which Aunt
> Margaret handled in her typical organized fashioned. I might have
> stayed in bed all morning, but she made me get dressed. "Joan,
> there are lots of things to do, and people will be coming over.
> Help me clean up. It will get your minds off things."
> Aunt Margaret arranged a private memorial service. We
> attended together. Marilyn came, and a few of Aunt Margaret's
> friends. They were very supportive of both of us, and we grew
> closer together.
> The day after the service, Aunt Margaret came into my room to
> wake me. "Joan, this is now your permanent home. You will stay
> with me now, I guess you've figured that out. It's what your
> mother wanted."
> I nodded my head. "I know."
> "I've arranged for a private tutor to come to help get you
> ready to pass the GED test. You'll have to finish school here
> too."
> "Tomorrow you and I are taking a trip."
> "Where to, Aunt Margaret."
> "We're going to a medical clinic in New York together."
> "You're not sick too are you?" My voice was raised in concern.
> "No, this trip is for you. You are going to meet a special
> doctor who will help you. She is a very close personal friend of
> mine. She knows all about you and your condition. She wants to
> help you."
> "What will she do?"
> "Dr. Anderson will help you to have something you do not have
> yet."
> "What?"
> "Your own breasts."
> "Surgery? I don't think so. I have these push up bras, and
> also the prostheses. I don't need to...."
> "Joan. I'm your guardian now. My decision stands. I know
> these days have been hard on you, but now is not the time to
> disobey me. They've been hard on me, too. Didn't your mother say
> to trust me?"
> "Yes, Aunt Margaret."
> "Very well. Now let's pack for our trip."
> I had never had surgery before, and I was pretty scared. I
> knew that Aunt Margaret had my best interest at heart, and that my
> mother would approve. It all seemed so odd."
> The morning of the trip Aunt Margaret help me choose some
> clothes to wear. "Since we're flying today, why don't we wear
> something in blue? Put on your navy panties and bra. You can
> borrow my navy blue slip. Put on your blue skirt, and you can wear
> this pretty blouse with it."
> Aunt Margaret helped me curl my hair, it now reached to my
> shoulders. When she was done, she clipped some earrings on me. I
> had no problem walking in the heels I was wearing.
> Our flight was enjoyable. In the airport we noticed two men
> smiling at us, but just kept walking by them.
> My appointment was at the Longview Women's Clinic. We arrived
> promptly at 3:00. Aunt Margaret filled out all of the papers.
> Soon I was called to the examination room. A nurse told me to take
> off my clothes. "Its alright, Joan. Don't be shy. I have to get
> a little information before Dr. Anderson comes in. Just hang your
> clothes over there and lay down on the table."
> I removed my jacket, skirt, blouse and slip. The nurse
> complimented me on how pretty I looked. I didn't know how much
> more she knew about me, and was embarrassed when she asked me to
> take off my bra and panties. She didn't seem to register too much
> shock when I took off my bra, but she did register a curious look
> when she took off my panties.
> "Well, I guess you can put this on," she said as she left the
> room. She handed me a hospital gown, telling me to wait for Dr.
> Anderson.
> Dr. Anderson came after a few minutes. She looked to be the
> same age as Aunt Margaret. Her brunette hair was pulled back into
> a tight bun. Her skin was chalky white which made her red lips
> very noticeable. She extended her hand to me as she came in, while
> in the other hand she held a notebook.
> "Joan, I'm Dr. Anderson. Margaret has told me all about your
> situation. I have your medical records here, but I'll have to give
> you an examination just the same. Lay back on the examination
> table please."
> I did as I was instructed. I was poked and prodded from head
> to toe. She spent an unusual amount of time feeling my chest, and
> touching my little nipples. She made numerous notations all along.
> I was asked questions about different scars I had, what type of
> medications I took recently, and numerous things like that.
> Dr. Anderson extended some stirrups from the examination table
> and told me to put my feet in them. Then she took a pair of latex
> gloves from the cabinet. She reached under my flimsy gown and
> began examining my privates. She felt all around my scrotum,
> squeezing just a little bit, noting my reaction. It felt good, and
> I began to get an erection as she touched my manhood. Soon I had
> a full erection. She smiled for the first time and said, "Now
> Joan, that's a reaction we don't get around her very often." She
> seemed quite intrigued by her ability to arouse me so quickly.
> After that she put some lubrication on the glove, and I knew
> what was coming next. I wondered if she knew what else had gone up
> there recently, or if she could tell. Her finger slid easily up
> inside me, which added to my excitement. I moaned and sighed a
> little bit. She worked her finger back and forth, checking for
> anything unusual she told me. While her one finger went in and
> out, her other fingers wrapped themselves around my erection and
> went up and down. The latex felt so good against my. "Tell me,
> Joan, do you really want breasts? Do you want big ones, or tiny
> ones. Do you want tiny or erect nipples? What do you want me to
> do for you?"
> She kept working me up and down, in and out, telling me how
> pretty I was, and how much prettier I'd be with some big boobs to
> squeeze. It was like I was having intercourse with her, and
> finally ejaculated all over her latex gloves. It was very intense.
> She spoke out loud what she wrote in her notebook: "Sexual
> response - normal," she said with a smile.
> "Seriously, Joan. Let me tell you what is to happen. You
> will spend the night here. About 6:30 tomorrow morning you'll be
> receiving some medication. At 7:00 you'll be moved into the
> operating room where you'll be put to sleep. When you wake up,
> your mouth will be very dry, and your chest will hurt. That's
> normal. You'll be able to rest for the remainder of the day, and
> if all goes well, you can go home the following morning. Do you
> have any questions?
> "Well, yes. What will they look like, or feel like?"
> The implants that will be used will be totally lifelike, and
> I can assure you, 100% safe. They will give you a full C size cup.
> The scar will be very small, and should not be very noticeable.
> I'm sure you'll be pleased."
> She turned to leave, but stopped short of the door and looked
> at me again. "Just one last question. Are you absolutely sure you
> want this done. There is no turning back, the operation is
> designed to be permanent. You must tell me right now if you want
> to change your mind."
> Time froze for an instant. I had nothing to go back to in
> Iowa, no family or real close friends. My new home was with Aunt
> Margaret, and my friend Marilyn was very supportive. I had
> resisted becoming a woman at first, but at each stage found it to
> be more enjoyable. I glanced down at my chest thinking how
> wonderful it would be to have breasts of my own. I looked down
> further and became concerned.
> "Doctor, you're only adding something tomorrow, right? You're
> not planning on taking anything off, are you?"
> She smiled again and said, "No, Joan. You get to keep
> everything below the waist. You have the opportunity to enjoy the
> best of both sides."
> "Then I want to have the operation."
> She left the room, and I was shown in to a regular hospital
> bed. Aunt Margaret stayed the night with me, and we talked about
> our life together. She smiled as she said that we would go back to
> the Lingerie Store. Wouldn't Alice be surprised at how Joan had
> changed?
> I fell asleep both anxious and excited about my new breasts.
> I awoke long before 6:30, but they wouldn't let me eat anything.
> They made me take two pills, and gave me a shot in the rump at
> about 6:45. I began to feel very heavy and drowsy. I think I
> remember Aunt Margaret giving me a kiss and saying she'd see me
> after awhile. The ceiling was spinning as they wheeled me into the
> operating room. And then I was out.
> "Can I have something to drink." My lips moved, but no sound
> came out. It felt like there was a car parked on my stomach.
> Everything seemed to ache. I tried to wet my lips with my tongue
> but it was as dry as dust. I tried again, "Please, will someone
> get me something to drink?"
> A strange face approached. She wrote something on my chart,
> and then looked at me and smiled. "So, you finally decided to wake
> up. Listen, everything went fine. We're going to take you back to
> your room now, and then you can have a little drink. I tried to
> thank her, but no words came out.
> Finally I was returned to my room. One of the nurses poured
> some water in a cup, and lifted the straw to my mouth. "Take it
> easy, slow down," she said. It tasted so good, and it brought my
> voice back. "My stomach hurts."
> "That's what I said would happen." It was Dr. Anderson's
> voice. "Joan, your procedure went just fine. I'm very satisfied
> with the results, and so will you be, and your Aunt Margaret too."
> "When can I..."
> "Its best to keep the bandage on for a day. You'll get an ice
> pack and some medication to keep any post-operational swelling
> down, and to take care of the pain. Tomorrow morning we'll all
> take a look."
> I looked around for Aunt Margaret, but she wasn't in the room.
> She said she would be here, but she wasn't. I asked some of my
> nurses, but they said they didn't know where she was either. After
> another drink of water and a pain killer, I fell back to sleep.
> "Joan, do you want your lunch?" I opened my eyes to see a
> different nurse looking at me. I began to realize that I had seen
> about 10 different nurses, who all wanted to take a look at me from
> head to feet, but they were especially interested in my middle
> part! Each would come and give it a touch, all in the name of
> thorough record keeping, I guess. They would all look at it, and
> then me, and smile. It was quite unnerving, actually.
> "Hello, sweetheart." It was Aunt Margaret's voice. She was
> now sitting beside the bed.
> "Hi. Where were you?"
> "Once they told me everything went fine I remembered a little
> shopping I wanted to do while in New York. You're not upset are
> you?"
> "No, I just missed you."
> "Well, I'm here now. Dr. Anderson says that by 11:00 tomorrow
> morning you and I will be on our way home."
> "I'm really looking forward to seeing what they, I mean, what
> I look like now."
> "Me too."
> Aunt Margaret helped me eat. It really still hurt to try and
> lift my arms. It was kind of fun being "spoon-fed." Aunt Margaret
> was always there to take care of me. I felt very safe and secure
> with her.
> By suppertime I wasn't in near as much pain anymore. The
> nurses came in and helped me get out of bed. I walked up and down
> the hall, each nurse looking at me, and each one got a big grin on
> their face. When I got back to my room I told Aunt Margaret about
> it. "Why are they all smiling at me," I asked.
> "First, Joan, this is a women's clinic. You must admit that
> you're not their typical patient. Secondly, they might be just a
> little bit jealous of you. Third, I imagine that some are quite
> attracted to you. You are very special. When they smile at you,
> just smile right back. I understand that Dr. Anderson thought you
> were special."
> "I guess she did," I said as I remembered my "thorough
> examination. "I guess I should thank her, shouldn't I?"
> "I think now you're beginning to understand, Joan. If it's
> alright with you, I'm going to let you sleep by yourself, and I'll
> be staying with Dr. Anderson this evening. Do you mind."
> "No, but I wish I was with you," I said coyly.
> Aunt Margaret smiled and said, "Some day, Joan. Some day."
> The next morning I felt totally great. It wasn't hard at all
> to move my arms all the way above my head. I really wanted to take
> the bandage off myself, before anyone else did, but decided to wait
> until Dr. Anderson came in.
> She got there right after breakfast, followed by Aunt
> Margaret. "Did you sleep well, Joan?"
> "Sure did!"
> "Let's take a look, and see what you think."
> In addition to the doctor and my aunt, there were now five
> nurses in the room looking at me. I felt like I was on display.
> I looked at Aunt Margaret who gave me a knowing smile. I
> remembered what we had talked about.
> "Are you ready, Joan? Remember there might be a little black
> and blue marks, but it will go away in a week or so."
> "I'm ready," I said as I nervously bit my lip.
> I sat straight up on the bed. It didn't even look like my
> cleavage was as big as what it was when I wore my push up padded
> bra. Slowly, Dr. Anderson loosened the long ace bandage. It
> seemed that my chest expanded as the bandage became looser. I
> noticed that I could now no longer see down to my waist. At last
> the bandage was totally removed. The nurses all let out a
> collective, "OOOOH." Dr. Anderson smiled, and Aunt Margaret looked
> like she was brushing away a tear.
> They stood me before the mirror in my room. I saw my breasts
> for the first time in their fullness, and they were full. I had
> nipples, and areolas, and more than a handful to squeeze. They
> were still a little sore, but they weren't hardly bruised at all.
> I was greatly excited by what Dr. Anderson had given me.
> Dr. Anderson came from behind me and put a hand under each
> breast, squeezing a little bit. The nurses stood back and watched
> me being felt up. "Pardon my boasting, but I did a fine job here,"
> she said as she touched each of my nipples. They tingled with
> excitement. "And now, Joan, are you ready to go home?"
> "I sure am, but first I want to tell you, and to all these
> nice nurses how happy I am now, and thanks for all your good
> treatment."
> "You're quite welcome. You are a special patient for us!"
> Now we'll let you get dressed, let's go ladies." Everyone left the
> room except for Aunt Margaret. It was her turn to examine me.
> "Joan, these are wonderful." Her hands cupped them the way
> Dr. Anderson's did. "I love them, don't you?"
> I nodded.
> She turned me around to her, bent her knees slightly and
> kissed each nipple. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked in a
> moment.
> "No, it feels wonderful. Please don't stop."
> Her mouth took hold of my new left breast. Her hand reached
> under my hospital gown and grabbed my growing member down there.
> I felt my knees grow weak from the pleasure I was receiving. Aunt
> Margaret touched me with great intensity. Neither one of us heard
> the door open again, and Dr. Anderson come back into the room.
> "Margaret, it would be best not to hold one too tight, it
> might change its shape here in the early stage. You'll have to do
> the other one too," she said.
> Pulling away from me momentarily, Aunt Margaret said, "I only
> have one mouth. What do you suggest?"
> Reaching into her lab pocket, Dr. Anderson took out her tube
> of lipstick and replenished her lips. "I guess I'll have to help.
> No extra charge," she said laughing. Both women took my new
> breasts in their mouth. Aunt Margaret began pumping me with her
> hand. "Oh yes, oh yes," I moaned. "Suck me harder," I yelled, as
> I erupted in Aunt Margaret's hand. I wondered if any nurses heard
> me out in the hall.
> When the two ladies released my nipples from their mouth, they
> did an amazing thing. They began kissing each other, and fondling
> one another also. They were filled with passion for each other
> too. They obviously knew I was watching. It was almost as if they
> were teaching me something. They caressed each other for several
> minutes. When at last they parted Aunt Margaret said, "Thank you,
> Victoria, for all your help with Joan. I can never thank you
> enough."
> Dr. Anderson kissed her again and said, "You thanked me last
> night. And besides, you haven't got your bill yet." They both
> laughed again.
> Dr. Anderson left again, and Aunt Margaret turned to me.
> Let's get you dressed, Joan. I bought a few things for you, and we
> have to get some makeup on you, and curl your hair."
> I had not seen the bags she had brought in. "These are to
> celebrate your new beginnings, Joan. I just couldn't resist."
> She handed me a pair of black panties. They were trimmed in
> lace, and looked so pretty. The next item was a long line bra.
> When she snapped it in back, my new boobs provided a very envious
> cleavage. I wore new black pantyhose, and then I was given a new
> red dress, to wear. My shoes were black patent opera pumps. Aunt
> Margaret produced some new expensive cosmetics and did my face for
> me, something she hadn't done in several weeks. I could tell she
> was just about bursting with pride at her creation. She lined my
> lips and made them look very full with the lipstick. For the first
> time she French braided my long red hair. My nails were polished
> a shade of red that matched my dress, and we were ready to go.
> "You're a vision," she said as she handed me a mirror. She gave me
> a spray with that wonderful perfume, and packed my bag.
> It were as if I was being given a send-off with full military
> honors. All of the nurses stood against the wall and smiled as I
> walked by. I thanked each one of them again for their help. I
> heard them whispering things like, "Can you believe how lucky she
> is? Isn't she the most beautiful woman? Wouldn't you like to be
> with her?" I think I knew how Cinderella must have felt the night
> of the ball. I was told how pretty I was. I felt pretty. I am
> pretty.
> When we got in the waiting cab and started for the airport, I
> grabbed Aunt Margaret's hand. "Thank you again. I love you."
> "I love you too," she said as she leaned over and gave me a
> peck on my cheek.
> The cab driver watched all this in the mirror, a fact that
> Aunt Margaret became aware of. Winking coyly to me she leaned over
> again and kissed my red lips. I responded by opening my mouth and
> inserted my tongue past her red lips. We teased that poor guy all
> the way to the airport. Looking back on it now, I'm surprised we
> didn't have a wreck. I don't think he ever looked at the road once
> he saw us. When we got to the airport Aunt Margaret asked what the
> fare was. "No charge, lady," he said. "You gave me something I
> won't ever forget."
> We were back on the plane and headed for home. Now it wasn't
> just Aunt Margaret's home. It was our home, my home too. John no
> longer lived there. Joan did. Aunt Margaret and I held each
> other's hand all of the way home.
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