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Hi.

  A young with a definte interest in womens clothing got discoverd by
his aunt. she didn't react as most people do.  

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
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Enjoy the story.

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Aunt Karen and Her Niece Andy


                                                              by Kresha Matay


My name was Andy
now it's Amy.  This is my story.

When I was twelve, I became fascinated by women and their clothes.  I still
don't know what caused my fascination.  I do know that my interest increased
with each passing day.  Maybe it was puberty, or an imbalance of hormones or
as I've recently come to believe, I was a person born genetically different.
All I'm really sure of is ...  I'm glad it happened.

The initial stages of my quest for feminine knowledge took the form of
comparing women when they weren't conscious of my appraisal.  I scrutinized
the manner in which women dressed, how they walked, how they talked, how
they motioned and how they carried themselves.  I spent every possible
moment of my free-time secretly scanning department store catalogs and my
Aunt Karen's women's magazines, paying particular attention to the clothing,
the shoes and the lingerie.  I committed to memory all the various types and
styles of feminine apparel.  I studied any advertisement describing the
benefits of the materials from which women's garments were manufactured.  In
an effort to fully understand how these fabrics "moved" when worn, I studied
women and young girls.  Naturally I took great pleasure in sneaking peeks up
a woman's dress when an unguarded moment offered itself.  Initially I peeked
up their skirts in order to see their hose and lingerie, since I was then
too young to be influenced by sexual curiosity.  Most of the time, the woman
never even noticed, but when a woman did catch me in the act, she usually
dismissed it as the normal actions of a rude but curious young boy, or
possibly she may have considered my interest a compliment.

Let me tell the reader about myself.  I am an only child, living with my
divorced Aunt.  My parents had been killed in a automobile crash when I was
very young.  We lived in the secluded countryside just outside Columbus,
Ohio.  having no nearby neighbors my own age, I enjoyed an abundance of
leisure time to amuse myself.  I wasn't good at sports and didn't have a
muscular physic.  In fact, I was thinner than the other boys my age.  I
enjoyed reading, music and play acting.  My Aunt encouraged me in my
pursuits and even joined me in many of them.

Aunt Karen was a sexy young woman, had a great figure and liked to wear
stylish clothes.  Her hair was jet black and fell to her shoulders in
cascades of soft curls.  Her facial features had the classic proud look of a
"Maureen O'Hara".  Her breasts were large, firm, round and drew the
attention of both men and women.  She was tall, with long sexy legs, narrow
ankles and shapely calfs.  While her real age was mid-thirties, she easily
passed for a lot less.  She was constantly being asked for dates, but
refused all requests.  Auntie had been badly hurt by her ex-husband's
infidelity, the embarrassment.  the pain of the divorce and currently wanted
nothing to do with any man.  This is not to say she "liked" women, she just
didn't want to be hurt again!  You might think this male hating attitude
would've affected our relationship.  It didn't!  She looked upon me as her
own child, not as another male who could hurt her someday.  As I grew up, we
developed a close and special feeling for each other.  I loved her and she
loved me.

Aunt Karen spent her time doing all the wonderful things, around the house
and garden, that a young woman of means was able, (the final settlement had
been very favorable).  Aunt Karen encouraged me to participate alongside her
in many of her endeavors ...  and I did.  Since there was but the two of us,
I helped with many of the household chores that would normally have been
considered "woman's work".  I helped her with the shopping, the cleaning,
the washing, the cooking and I also learned how to iron.  One of the chores
that I later came to enjoy was washing clothes.  It gave me the opportunity
to examine my Aunt's clothing.  At first, none of her most delicate lingerie
showed up in the laundry.  When I questioned her as to their whereabouts,
she explained.

"Oh!  I felt you might be a little embarrassed handling my more delicate
lingerie.  Most young boys are confused and embarrassed by the differences
between men's and women's clothes and the materials of which they're made.
In addition, some of my "things" are so dainty they must be hand washed in
the bathroom sink, laid out on a towel a certain way to dry and folded
differently then my other clothes.  I'd rather do them myself than cause you
to become embarrassed.  After I assured her I wouldn't be embarrassed, she
taught me how to care for her finer lingerie.  She even turned it into a
teasing game between us.  Now I had the opportunity to compare the knowledge
I had garnered from the catalogs against some of the actual items.  I
learned how bras could be adjusted and how they clipped in back.  I learned
how to wrap a garter-belt around my waist, clip it in front, and then "spin"
it around till it faced front.  I learned how decidedly different the
textures of women's clothes were from my own clothes.  I learned why girdles
where made from different materials, combined together in order to stretch
at certain points and to hold firmly at others.  I also learned how the
different types of bras performed their functions in shaping, lifting and
molding a woman's breasts to inhance her appearance.  Whenever Aunt Karen
went clothes shopping, I made sure I was invited to go along with her.  I
acted boyishly embarrassed in the dress and lingerie departments, but in
reality, I loved being where most "men had never gone before".  It gave me
the opportunity to see, up close, all the "special" sexy clothes my Aunt and
other women wore.  Aunt Karen would notice my "false" embarrassment and
tease me by holding some sexy lingerie against herself and ask.

"How do you think it would look on me?"

I would sheepishly smile, head bowed, and offer my opinion.  Often, my Aunt
would have me hold a dress up against myself for her to supposedly view the
length even though we both knew I wasn't as tall as she.  It was just a game
we played.  Both of us knew she was just teasing and both of us enjoyed the
game.  Afterwards, she would treat me to a sundae or shake at the local
"Dime Store" or soda fountain.  This was her way of making up to me for the
teasing.  My assisting her whenever she shopped, helped to further develop
the close relationship in which the two of us enjoyed being with each other
more than being with anyone else.  Because of this, she treated me
differently than the way most young boys get treated by their female
relatives.  She still viewed me as a child, but offered me many
opportunities to partake of adult experiences.

Whenever we watched TV, I would lie on the floor, near her chair, but at an
angle, so I could secretly stare up her casually displaced skirt.  Each time
my ears heard the soft whisper of nylon against nylon, my eyes would strain
to see up between her momentarily opened thighs, hoping to catch a flash of
pink, or white, or another equally exciting shade of colored panties.  I
loved the sensuous sound her nylons made as she crossed or uncrossed her
knees.  My Aunt was never really careless in her posture, but I was able, on
a few occasions, to see up her displaced skirt to that dark zone of
mysterious womanhood which peaked my youthful desires.  I attempted all the
conventional strategies to discover my Aunt naked or semi-dressed as most
young boys before me have done, to their female family members, Often, I
peeked through keyholes.  Sometimes, I knelt outside her bedroom window,
hidden by the bushes, straining to see through the narrow gap between the
shade and the window frame.  Once, I crawled between our closets, they were
offset and connected.  There, hidden under the drape of one of her gowns, I
quietly sat, inhaling the sweet scents that emanated from the materials,
gently caressing the skirt portion against my hairless cheeks.  I remained
there, my eyes "glued" to the tiny "crack" between the doors for over two
hours, but all Auntie did was straighten her dresser drawers and brush her
hair, much to my disappointment.  Though none of these furtive attempts
really succeeded, I did enjoy the trill of the venture and would spend hours
fantasizing over what little I was able to glimpse.  Once or twice, I
noticed a small smile sneak across her lips when an attempt failed.  I
wasn't sure if my Aunt realized what was going on, but prayed she wouldn't
figure it out.  I continued my secret voyeurism and over time was somewhat
rewarded for my efforts.  Every now and then, Aunt Karen would be less
vigilant, thereby allowing me to see down the vee of her blouse or robe as
she bent to kiss me goodnight.  On other occasions, I would see up her
skirt, just past the welts of her hose, as I helped her out of our car.
Sometimes she encountered a difficulty in getting dressed and would ask for
my assistance with a stuck zipper or snap or button.  These special moments,
infrequent and fleeting, became the highlights of my daydreams.  I combined
these small incidents into full-fledged fantasies and sometimes they even
appeared in my dreams.

As I grew older, these fantasies became more complex.  Initially, I tried to
pictured myself as "Karen".  I attempted to insert my mind into her body,
"feeling" how she dressed, walked and moved.  I would envision her dress
draped over my imagined breasts, drawn tightly across my firm derriere, as
the hem swirled around my nylon encased knees when I walked across a room in
my 3" heels.  I even imagined I could "sense" as my breasts "jiggled" with
each step.  I pictured my smooth shaven legs encased in her sheer nylons and
my arched feet in her high heels.  I could visualize my maleness surrounded
by her sheer panties.  My recently developed sensitive balls "floating"
within the delightfully cool and silky material.  I did enjoy my illusions,
but was always left wanting.  Therefore I was compelled to create new mental
images.

In these fantasies I became my Aunt's daughter instead of her nephew.  It
was much easier to create new adventures while still staying within my own
body versus taking over my Aunt's.  This was much more satisfying!  Oh, how
pleasant it would be to share "our" being female.  We would spend our days
and nights pursuing all the wonderful adventures my new identity now
allowed.  I would don the pretty dresses, skirts, blouses and sensuous
lingerie that I yearned for, but up till now had had no opportunity to wear.
Now we would share each others clothing.  Now we would spend hours at the
beauty shop together, having our nails manicured and our hair styled while
we sat and eavesdropped on the other women's "mysterious" conversations.
When we went shopping I could actually try on the dresses instead of merely
having them held up against me.  I envisioned us "girl talking" over lunch,
while being flirted with by the waiters and the male customers.  If I was
her daughter, she would no longer be concerned with being as modest in my
presence ...  afterall, we would both be females.  We would walk around the
house in the briefest of clothes and even naked, if that's how we felt.  We
would hug and cuddle each other whenever one of us felt "low", or just
because we "needed" a hug.  We would spend hours, in the evenings, dressed
in our finest peignoirs, our legs tucked up under the flowing drape of our
gowns, discussing anything and everything of interest to two females.  My
Aunt would tell me stories of her girlhood, her fist date, her first kiss,
and how "it" had felt the first time.  I would now be privy to all her
feminine secretes that as a male I could never know.  I can't explain in
words how strong the craving to become my Aunt's daughter became in my daily
life.  I woke up each morning with that thought and went to sleep with it
still on my mind.  Naturally, this constant desire led me to my first
adolescent attempt at crossdressing.  I wanted to "see" what I looked like
dressed as a girl and how feminine clothing would actually feel against my
skin.

When Aunt Karen was out, I would go up to our attic, where I had discovered
my Grandmother's old steamer trunk and play dress up.  The clothes, in the
large trunk, were mostly old style dresses and gown's, some costume jewelry
and a few hats with veils.  The dress hems unfortunately fell well past my
knees(having been the style at the time), but the hats were wonderful.  They
disguised my short haircut and the old style veils lent a sense of mystery
to the face hidden behind them.  These old clothes allowed me to enter
another world ...  the world of my fantasies.  Also packed away, in a large
cardboard box sitting next to Grandma's trunk, was a white crinoline
half-slip.  It didn't fit under any of the dresses, so when I wore it, I
didn't bother with a dress.  The real treasure was buried under the slip ...
a three quarter length, black, body girdle (unfortunately without garters).
I fit into it quite easily (the knowledge garnered from studying catalogs).
I loved how it shaped, proportioned and constricted my torso, aiding the
feminine illusion I was creating.

This furtive cross dressing went on for almost five years.  During that
time, I would sneak up to the attic every chance I was alone in the house.
At times I was able to "steal" a pair of panties, a bra and/or nylons (Aunt
Karen never wore pantyhose) from the laundry hamper.  I learned to push my
balls aside, fold back my dick, squeeze my thighs together and slither the
delicate material up my legs and around my buns.  This gave me the "look" of
the feminine vee where my legs joined my abdomen.  I would gently tease and
squeeze my smooth, panty covered buns as I "dreamed" of girlhood.  Later, I
would slip on Grand- ma's dress, using my balled up socks, to give the
illusion of feminine breasts.  This was a poor substitute for real tits, but
was the best I could manage.  When I tried putting on the hose, they always
fell down to my ankles (I had no garters).  Disappointed, I would slip my
hands inside them and gently rub them across my face, neck and legs.  Later,
I would lift the hem of my dress, move my panties aside, and stroke my
penis, all the while fantasizing about my Aunt and my being female.
Sometimes, I would "prance" from one end of the attic to the other, reveling
in the feel of the clothes and the fantasy of not only being a girl, but
Karen's daughter.  I would sit on a chair, cross my thighs in a most proper
manner and view myself in an old, dusty mirror I had properly positioned for
just that purpose.  I would slowly raise the hem above my knees and part my
slender thighs so I could see the small band of colored nylon covering my
"pussy".  Once, I even borrowed my Aunt's Polaroid camera and took photos of
my feminized reflection.

Acting the parts of both characters, I created conversations between myself
and Aunt Karen.  This helped me develop a distinctly feminine voice pitched
slightly higher, yet softer than my own.  These glorious moments, lost in my
transgendered fantasy world, made my desire to crossdress stronger with each
passing day.  Later, I would return the borrowed "pretties" to the hamper
and assume my Aunt never noticed the few times I left a stain.  Many a
night, alone in my bedroom, I used the pictures to relive the experiences,
masturbating myself to sleep.

I was discovered one Saturday morning, just after my eighteenth birthday,
when I thought Karen (by this age I called her by name), was out grocery
shopping.  I hurried to her hamper, picked out a pair of powder blue, nylon
panties and rushed up the attic stairs.  Moving quickly to Grandma's trunk,
I opened it and selected my favorite eveninggown.  Stripping off my hated
male clothing, I smoothly stepped into the diaphanous panties until they
slipped tightly around my tush as my penis strained against the delicate,
smooth nylon.  I choose that moment to look into the old mirror and seemed
to see Aunt Karen's sensuous body reflected back at me.  The image had
round, feminine hips, long tapered legs, a flat stomach and was crowned by
her large firm breasts.  This was the most powerful vision my overactive
imagination had ever produced.  I slowly ran my fingertips up, down and
across my ribcage finally stopping when they reached my now pouting nipples.
I teased and twisted each nipple, flicking the aroused flesh until they
ached with desire.  My mind raced, "If my small nipples could feel this
wonderful, how much more sensuous would they be if they were for real." Lost
to all caution, by the fire burning inside my loins, I grabbed Grandma's
gown and slid it over my feverishly aroused body.  Grasping a pair of my
Aunt's old flats that I had previously "stolen" from a bag of clothes to be
discarded, I "pranced" and "swished" across the uneven attic floor, swinging
my legs out and up as if dancing like Ginger Rogers.  Lost in my fantasy
world, I closed my eyes and brought back the image in the mirror.  Spinning
slowly to the imagined music, I "dreamed" how gracefully I danced with my
hem floating away from my silken legs for all to see.  I was beautiful and
sensuous and graceful and ...  female!  I had just "swished" to the far end
of the attic, when I heard a noise.  I turned and there she stood.  It took
me but a moment to realize that this wasn't my imagination playing tricks on
me ...  she was really there.  My greatest fear was realized!  My Aunt had
discovered me!  My face fell, my lips quivering as I tried to offer an
explanation as to why I was standing there dressed in feminine attire.
After a moment, I realized I couldn't think of a single excuse that would
explain the situation and gave up, hanging my head in shame.  As I stated
earlier, Aunt Karen and I were close.  To my absolute surprise, she didn't
scream, nor order me out of the house, nor threaten to call the police.  She
walked over to me, raised my chin and said.

"My, don't you look lovely and sweet, and such a graceful dancer!  A young
girl as lovely and sweet as you shouldn't hide her charms in a dusty attic
where no one can see you.  Why don't you come downstairs with me.  We can
sit in the kitchen, two females sharing a cup of tea and I can find out all
about you.  If your going to be a regular member of this family I need to
know thing's about you so I can to make your stay with me as pleasant as
possible.  Would the pretty girl like to join me in some pleasant
"girl-talk?"

Oh, what a wonderful Aunt I had!  She didn't have a problem with my wearing
women's clothing.  On the contrary, she thought it was "cute".  She loved me
so much she was willing to accept my dressing in feminine attire!  When Aunt
Karen inquired how long I had been "dressing up", she was quite surprised by
my response.  Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she asked me to again
"parade" the length of the attic.  After I did as directed Auntie told me
again, how "sweet" I looked.  Placing her arm around my shoulders, she
stated.

"It's alright Andy, I understand.  You're only a young boy and most young
boys have been known to do very strange things to overcome the sexual urges
that come with adolescence.  Your growing up, have these desires, are
extremely curious about women and the differences between the genders.  I'm
sure you've fantasized how women's clothes feel and fit against their
bodies.  This probably led to your wearing my mother's old dresses.  Don't
worry, I'll keep your secret and if at times you feel the need to wear
Grandma's dresses, you go right ahead and wear them.  Instead of dressing up
in this dirty attic, why don't you use your bedroom.  That way you can use
the entire house to "play" in my mother's clothes and I can see how "cute"
you look!  If you need some help, or advice, come and ask me.  I'll be happy
to help in any way I can."

Since I now had my Aunt's tacit approval to crossdress, I took a bold step
and asked if she would give me some of her old clothes so I could look more
modern.  I also asked if she would give me some of her lingerie and maybe
even a pair of high heels, because women's clothes didn't look right over
boys underwear and shoes.  She paused for but a moment, then agreed to my
request, but only if I didn't tell anyone and if I would show her how I
looked in them.  I immediately agreed to her conditions.  Since I no longer
needed my grandmother's dress, Aunt Karen had me take it off, which left me
standing in her powder blue panties.  A winsome smile crossed her lips as
she said.

"It looks like you've already borrowed some of my undies!  Turn around
slowly so I can see how they look on you."

Since I had been scared out of my hard on, the panties showed just a slight
bulge where she expected to see one.  I slowly turned, posing for her
inspection and received two loving pats and a firm squeeze on my derriere.
Then she grasped my hand and led me downstairs to her bedroom instead of the
kitchen.  On the way, she commented on how nicely my buns looked and moved
within her panties.  This brought a smile and a giggle from both our lips.
When I entered her ultra-feminine bedroom, I became excited by the sweet
perfume of her room and the idea of wearing her clothes, with her approval.
It was just too much for me to contain.

"Just stand next to the bed while I look through my drawers and see what I
have that you may keep.  I'm sure I can find some 'nice things' that aren't
too good for playing dress up."

My Aunt still thought I wanted her clothes just for play acting!  Rather
than upset her and lose her approval, I went along with her false
impression.  There would be time, after I determined how positively she
would accept my crossdressing, to tell her what I truly wanted ...  to be
her daughter, not her nephew.  Karen began by pulling out some bras and
panties from one of her dresser drawers.  She selected a white bra and a
pair of yellow panties with the word Tuesday written on them.  Next, she
picked a black, lacy bra and panty set.  Some nylons and a black, frayed
garterbelt were selected from another drawer.  These were added to the pile
that was forming on her bed.  I was getting more turned on and it was
starting to show.  She was so interested in what she was doing that she
still hadn't noticed my growing erection.  From another drawer she unfolded
a white, full slip with pretty lace at the hem and bodice.  Then she went to
the closet and came back with two dresses.  One was a powder blue shirtwaist
that buttoned up the front with a turned up Mandarin style collar and the
other, a black, ultra sheer, backless chiffon gown, which I had seen her
wear out to dinner many times.  Karen asked?

"Andy, do you know how to put all this on or would you like some help?"

I decided that even though I knew how to get dressed in her clothes it might
be better to go forward slowly until I was sure of her acceptance.  I also
felt her help would speed up her acceptance, so I asked if she would advise
me.  As I stripped her undies off, I caught her look of surprise as my
semi-erect penis jumped out of their nylon restrainer.  When I slipped the
black Bikini panties on, they felt so cool and smooth against my skin it
caused my dick to grow larger, the tip now protruding above the elastic
waistband.  This my Aunt couldn't help but noticed and a look of worry
crossed her brow.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea." she thoughtfully commented.

Before she could say anything else, I pleaded.

"But you promised to help me!  Besides, who wouldn't be excited, standing in
front of their pretty Aunt, wearing her sexy underwear.  Who will ever know
but you and I, so who can it harm."

She paused, considered my argument and then agreed to continue.

Next came the bra.  I tried to clip it myself, but acted as if I needed her
help, which she gave.  She stuffed some old nylons in the cups and adjusted
the straps for a better fit.  Then the slip, which again needed my Aunt's
help to adjust the straps.  I pretended to be all "fingers".  Then the blue
dress and there I stood dressed in Karen's clothes.  I joyously twirled
around, my skirt floating away from my knees and ran to the hall mirror,
stopped and stared at the reflected image.  I guess I had expected to look
like a young Karen and since I didn't, my whole world fell apart.  A large
frown appeared on my face as I stared at the frumpy image reflected back at
me.  I slowly walked back into her room with a dejected look on my face.
Aunt Karen immediately wanted to know what was wrong.

I told her that while I liked her clothes and appreciated her help, I didn't
feel like a girl and definitely wasn't at all excited like I had been in
Grandma's clothes.  I explained that when I dressed in Grandma's clothes, I
fantasized I was Karen ...  my gorgeous Aunt.  I looked as beautiful as she
did, with her sexy body, pretty hair, makeup, jewelry, nylons and high
heels.  Now that I was actually wearing her clothes, I naturally had
expected to really look like her.  As I didn't, reality was a crushing
disappointment.  Motioning me over to the bed she sat down next to me.
Before she could console me, a wave of despair struck and I began to cry.
Aunt Karen put her arm around my shoulders and with her other hand lifted my
chin, softly kissed my cheek and asked.

"Andy, what is it that you really want from me?  You can't just want to play
dress up in feminine clothing.  If that's all you wanted, it wouldn't
disturb you this much.  You want something more ...  what is it?  Tell me, I
promise I'll help, if I can."

I stopped my crying, wiped my eyes, looked into her's and said.

"What I really want is to be like you!  I want to dress up like you, not
only when I'm acting, but all the time!  I know I can't be you, so I want to
be your daughter ...  not your nephew!  Aunt Karen, I don't like being a
boy.  I actually hate being a boy!  I don't want to grow up to be a man, I
want to be a woman!  Nothing about being male appeals to me.  I don't like
male clothes or the way they feel.  I don't like doing the things boys are
supposed to do.  What I do like is the way girls' clothes look and feel.
They're so sexy and pretty and the materials are so wonderful that I get
dizzy just wearing them.  I love the way I feel when I'm dressed as a girl.
It makes me feel really special and really pretty ...  and I want to feel
that way all the time!  But it's not just the clothes!  It's about being a
female.  A girl's life is definitely more interesting and more exciting.
There are times, when I think of what I'm missing out on by not being a
girl, I get so depressed, I lie in bed and cry myself to sleep.  I don't
want to miss out on any more of the wonderful joys that young girls get to
experience.  I don't want to spend the rest of my life unhappy.  If you
don't help me become your daughter, I don't know what I'll do!"

Seeing the stunned look on my Aunt's face, I paused a moment to catch my
breath and then I continued.

"Oh!  Aunt Karen, I so badly want to be a girl!  Their bodies are so smooth
and soft and every curve on a girl is sexy.  They get to wear jewelry, shave
the ugly hair from their legs and wear nail polish to make their hands and
feet pretty.  I can't help feeling I'm in the wrong body.  I want to do all
the things I see girls doing with their mothers and their girlfriends.  I
want to do those things too!  I want to go shopping with you in women's
stores and actually try on and buy the pretty clothes I see in the windows.
I want to smell good, be sexy, have long pretty hair, wear lipstick and
makeup, be hugged every day and do all kinds of things with you ...  but as
your daughter.  I don't want to hide my desires from the world for the rest
of my life, instead I want to spend my life as a woman.  I want to be a part
of other women's conversations, I hate when they stop their discussions
because I draw near.  I want you and I to be mother and daughter, so you can
tell me about yourself.  I want to know more about you than just the
superficial things everybody knows.  I love you and want to be like you.
All my needs can only be satisfied when I fantasize I'm a female, but
fantasies and day-dreams aren't enough!"

"Andy, I love you too!  I do understand how you feel.  It is wonderful to be
female and I do believe how badly you want to become one of us, but I don't
know how you could become my daughter.  You're a boy and in a few more years
,,, a man!  I have to admit that there were times I wished you were my
daughter instead of my nephew, but that was just selfishness on my part.  I
would also enjoy our sharing the kind of relationship you talked about a
minute ago.  It would be delightful if you were a girl, but I don't see how
that's possible."

Pausing a moment, as if to get her thoughts straight, Aunt Karen continued.

"Andy, I not sure how to say this, but under the circumstances, I'm just
going to say it.  There have also been times that I 'felt' you should have
been born female!  That maybe you were born in the wrong gender.  You're
much more like a girl in your mind set, temperament, emotions and attitude.
You also have the soft 'pretty' features of a female.  Your hands and
fingers are long and dainty, as are your feet.  If it wasn't for your penis
you probably would make a better girl than a boy."

I interrupted.  "Aunt Karen, we could easily hide my penis and later on I
could get "the" operation!  Please help me to become your daughter!  There
must be a way, I don't want to be this unhappy the rest of my life!"

Aunt Karen spoke.  "I'll need some time to think about it.  Why don't you go
to your room and let me study the situation.  If you like, you may take the
clothes with you and I'll call you back when I've decided what we can do ...
if anything."

Aunt Karen thought long and hard.  She didn't call me back for over an hour.
When I heard her call, I rushed to her room, forgetting that I still wore
her panties and bra.  When she saw me, she smiled.

"Andy, I've reached a decision and based upon the way your still dressed I
guess I've come to the right one.  I believe your sincere in your need to
become a woman.  It probably would have been better if you had been born
that way, but maybe that can be rectified.  Growing up as my niece would
have allowed us to be even closer.  I've always wanted a daughter with whom
I could share the marvelous feelings of being a woman.  A daughter, who
could do all the things you said you wanted to share with me ...  and more.
Thank god, it's not too late, or impossible.  Therefore, since it's what we
both want, we'll give it a try.  It isn't going to be easy, but if we both
work at it and you learn how to 'pass', our lives will be fuller and we'll
both be happier.  If it doesn't, we can always go back to the way we were."

I promised I would be the best "daughter" in the whole world and thanked her
for understanding my needs.  We both started crying ...  tears of joy.  Aunt
Karen opened her arms and I ran to her.  Then we hugged, kissed and cried
till we both ran out of tears.

In a choked voice, she said.  "I can teach you to be female, but it will
take a lot of time and work and wouldn't be easy.  Dressing like a woman is
relatively simple, knowing how to act like one, more difficult!"

I asked when we could start.

Laughingly, my Aunt said.  "Right away".

Aunt Karen decided the first thing to do, was to talk.  So I threw on a robe
as we moved to the den and got comfortable.  We talked about everything.  We
even talked right through the light lunch I prepared.  We talked about the
functional differences between boys and girls, about the problems we might
incur gender switching, about the different ways girls sit, walk, talk and
motion.  We talked about hair, makeup, clothes, body shaving, even nudity
around the house.  We talked about sex, school and other things I've since
forgotten.  When we finished, we both realized how much fun we were having
and how much closer we felt.  We did a lot of holding hands and hugging
while we talked.

We decided that in order for this gender switching to have the slightest
chance of success I couldn't become her daughter, but I could become a
fictitious niece visiting for the summer, while Andy, her nephew, was sent
someplace like Oregon in exchange.  Later, as needed, we would come up with
reasons for the exchange to become permanent.  Therefore I required a new
name.  After some debate, we agreed upon the name, Amy.

Now began the transformation.  We shaved my armpits and the fuzz on my legs.
Boy, that felt strange but nice and made my skin feel really smooth.  We
didn't have to worry about my beard or chesthair since I didn't have any.
Then she pierced my ears, inserted studs and taught me how to take care of
them to prevent infection.

"Now, we have to do something about those eyebrows, the fuzzy look is out!"

When she finished plucking my eyebrows, she washed my hair and put it up in
rollers.

"Now let's get you under the hair dryer."

Auntie settled me at the end of the dressing table under what looked like
one of those dryer hoods from a beauty shop.  Once she had it blowing, she
sat down across from me and placed my hands on the towel she draped across
her lap.  Without another word she began to work on my nails.  When the
extensions were finished she began to paint them a bright red.  She told me
to sit quietly till the polish dried and then she removed the hood from my
head.

"Time to get you dressed, but first we have to do something about your
figure.  As of today your on a diet and will lose ten pounds.  Soon you'll
have a nice girlish figure, but since we can't wait that long, we'll have to
use this."

She grabbed a shiny, black satin, waist-cincher and placed it around my
waist.  I gasped as she began to close the hooks in back.  My reaction was
there was no possible way I could fit into the available space after it was
properly snapped shut.

"Andy, I mean Amy, you're going to have to suck it in a little, by the end
of summer you won't need this.  Then you'll have a twenty-four inch waist
like mine.  For today we'll take it easy and just pull it in half way to
twenty six inches."

I sucked everything in as much as I could while she pulled, tugged and
groaned.  After she hooked the last eyelet, she leaned back and sighed her
satisfaction.  When I released my stomach muscles, the corset held them in
check.  It made my breathing more shallow and my voice became higher
pitched.  We were both amazed how much my new voice sounded more like a
young girl's.  A smaller, but exciting, benefit of the corset was it pushed
my chest higher and made it more "full".  This fullness would fit into a bra
like the small budding breasts of a teen age girl.  The bra was black and
made of lace and Lycra.  Karen filled the balance of the cups with a pair of
breast forms that had belonged to Grandma after her operation.  Now I
learned how to clip the bra in front and slide it around.

Then she taught me how to roll some black, sheer nylons up my newly shaven
legs and attach them to the garters hanging from the waist-cincher.  All the
previous times I had crossdressed, the one sensation I desired the most, was
to wear sheer nylons.  I was not disappointed, they felt wonderful!  I ran
my hands up and down my sleek legs enjoying their silky smoothness.  I
squeezed my thighs together and relished the vibrations transmitted to my
dick and balls.  The sensuous sounds the nylons made were equally exciting.
Karen had to caution me against constantly pulling the hose tighter up my
legs.  She explained that the garters would do the job with the correct
tension and if I wasn't careful, I would cause a run.  Next came a pair of
black, nylon panties with frilly lace at the waist and leg holes.  (Amy
couldn't believe how sexy and hot she felt where the tight panties caressed
her body and the garters pulled her hose taut.)  When I asked my Aunt why
panties went over the garter belt straps, she laughed.

"If you put your panties on first, how do you take them down to go to the
bathroom?  They would get caught by the garter clips and wouldn't clear the
seat.  Remember, a woman sits when she relieves herself.  You'll give
yourself away if you stand and pee in a women's restroom facing the toilet
the "wrong" way.  This is just one of the many gender differences you'll
have to change in your mind set".

Karen turned to the closet and picked out a black knit dress.  As she held
it up I remember thinking it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.  She
slipped it over my head and I could feel my dick, inside my panties, trying
to get even harder.  The dress simply slid over my new body, filling the
indentations and curves produced by the waist-cincher and the bra.  It felt
wonderful!  She turned me around to get at the zipper as she patted the
dress smooth against my newfound feminine figure.  The neckline was V
shaped, cut low and showed a bit of the lace trim on my slip.  The top of
the dress fit my body like a second skin.  If she hadn't hooked the corset
as tightly as she did, I could never have gotten into it.  The skirt flowed
smoothly against my thighs and derriere accenting their natural roundness.
The hem came to the mid calf, with a slit up the front, all the way to my
mid thigh.  Aunt Karen reached up under my skirt and slightly adjusted my
slip so that the two slits lined up perfectly.  When I walked, they opened
and showed generous amounts of my nyloned leg.  I caught a partial look in
the dresser mirror and was pleased that no unsightly bulge was apparent.
Aunt Karen handed me a pair of black, patent leather, backless heels with a
thin strap around the ankle and four inch spikes (they were the only pair I
could squeeze into).  She explained.

"If you can learn to walk in these you'll have no problem with any heels!"

She called these her "Fuck Me" shoes.  After I saw what they did for my
ankles and legs, I realized they were aptly named.  She showed me how to
stand, walk and sway.  My first steps caused her to break out in gales of
laughter.  After she showed me how to "point my foot" and take smaller
steps, I did better.  Learning the proper amount of sway in my walk also was
a problem, I tended to over swing my hips.  Aunt Karen explained that women
walked with their hips, men walked with their shoulders.  We continued to
work on walking until she was satisfied I looked natural.  After I had
satisfied her that I could walk in heels, Aunt Karen said it was time to
take a break and let me become accustomed to the way the lingerie felt and
how my dress moved as my body assumed different positions.  She cautioned me
about standing with my legs spread apart the way men do.  Even though my
feet hurt, I continued to move about the room while she got us some diet
cokes.

When Karen returned, she had me practice sitting and bending, always
remembering to keep my knees together.  I discovered how a woman crosses her
legs and how she tucks them under her skirt while relaxing on a couch.  I
had a lot of trouble with the skirt because of the slit up the front.  It
kept wanting to fall to either side ...  exposing my panties.  Crossing my
legs or sitting at an angle with my ankles together was an absolute
necessity.  Auntie admitted, that sometimes women would use how they sat to
tease a man ...  if he interested them.  She asked how I had liked looking
up her skirt when I watched TV. This was the first time I realized she had
known all about my voyeurism.  I asked.

"Why did you let me see up your skirts?"

"All males, no matter their age, want to see up a woman's skirt.  In your
case, I was flattered by your attentions and thought it was just young,
innocent curiosity.  Over time, you'll learn that no matter how careful a
woman is about the way she sits she'll still expose herself.  It's the
problem of wearing a skirt.  They tend to rise up, especially the tight
ones!  We women have become accustomed to accidental exposure and since
there isn't much we can do about it ...  we use it to entice men.  It was
'cute' to see you squirm.  Many times I would ask you to go get me something
to drink, just to cause you embarrassment.  You also tried to 'catch' me
undressing or stepping out of the shower.  And how about the times you hid
outside my bedroom window or the time you spied on me from inside my closet!
You made so much noise I had a hard time not laughing.  I'm sorry I did that
to you back then, but at the time, I enjoyed knowing how much my legs
aroused you and since you kept coming back for more ...  it couldn't have
been too bad!  There were times I felt guilty about teasing you and to make
it up to you I flashed my panties.  I'm sure that excited you!  All in all,
I'd say we're about even.

There sure was a lot about Aunt Karen and being a woman, I didn't know!  I
had never realized how sexual she was, nor that women "used" the way they
sat to entice or repel the opposite sex.

Then Auntie Karen taught me how a woman rises and how she folds her hands in
front of her knees ...  if she doesn't want to tease.  She also taught me
how a women "slips" into her heels vs.  the way a man puts on his shoes.  My
Aunt lovingly corrected me every time I made a mistake.  Eventually, with
practice, I got it right.

After our break, she started with the hair and makeup.  She sat me down with
a towel around my neck and began to work on my face.  I sat and enjoyed
being taken care of as my Aunt made me up.  As she applied the makeup, she
showed me how it was done.  She admitted that makeup would probably be the
hardest thing I would have to learn.  I would get better with practice, she
promised.  When my makeup was finished, we began removing the curlers.  She
brushed my hair into a soft wave, with a flip at the ends and put a touch of
spray over it.  These preparations took a long time.  While doing the makeup
she stated that this wasn't the normal way I would dress, but for our first
time she wanted it special.  Then Karen showed me all the places a girl puts
a touch of perfume, applied some and now we were done!

As I said, all these preparations had taken a lot of time, it was almost
7:00 PM (we had snacked with our cokes).  I was dying to see what I looked
like.  From the pleased expression on her face, I thought I would look good,
but I wasn't really sure ...  and I was a little scared.  All this time I
hadn't been allowed to see myself in a full length mirror.  Karen warned me
not to expect miracles, we would get better as we learned what worked for
me.  I was led, with my eyes closed, to the mirror in the hall.

This was the moment I had prayed for, the moment I wanted with all my heart.
I prepared myself for the worst, then opened my eyes.  Before me was a
stranger!  She was almost as pretty as Aunt Karen.  A young woman of
nineteen.  The perfect age in my fantasy.  A young girl who was definitely
her relative.  I couldn't believe my eyes, Amy was stunning.  She was
beautiful!  No one would ever question if Amy was a girl.  The dress was
perfect.  It fit my new feminine figure like it was made for me.  The
plunging neckline exposed just the right amount of cleavage.  Enough to
cause interest, but not enough to look cheap or draw too much attention.
The slit up the dress opened to show my legs at their best.  Wow, did Amy
have great legs!  When I looked at my features my opinion improved, they was
perfect.  I was perfect!  I was truly a woman!

We spent at least the next two hours "girl talking".  As we spoke, I
continued to move around the house.  I bravely attempted an excursion
downstairs, which to my surprise went fairly well.  I kept returning to the
mirror at every opportunity.  We did a lot of hugging, kissing and giggling.
When Karen said it was time to get ready for bed, I started to object, but
how could I say no to my wonderful Aunt.  When she saw I wasn't going to
complain, she said.

"I think I'm going to enjoy having a niece who doesn't argue like my nephew.
You still have to learn how to get ready for bed.  For girls its more
difficult."

We went into her bathroom and she began showing me how to take off my makeup
and prepare for bed.  Aunt Karen realized I was becoming less excited as
each piece of feminine clothing was removed and offered me a surprise.
Auntie went to the closet and returned with a beautiful, white on white,
Grecian cut nighty and slipped it over my head.  It was made of silk, left
one shoulder bare, as it draped across my breasts, gathered at my waist,
fell just over my pantied ass and felt ...  oh, so good!  I got excited all
over again.

When she came back into the room she had changed into a pink, sheer gown
that hugged and accented her breasts.  She told me to lie down on her bed.
Then she turned out the overhead light, leaving only the small vanity table
lamp on.  It cast a soft light over her bed, just enough to see.  I felt her
crawl in beside me.  Turning sideways, she lowered the bodice of her gown to
her waist exposing both her breasts to my surprised view.  Supporting
herself on one elbow, Aunt Karen stared deeply into my eyes and in a whisper
asked if I really wanted to be a girl in every way?  When I nodded my head,
"Yes", she explained how two women make love to each other.  Taking my
trembling hand she brought it to her warm breast!  Coaching me, Auntie
taught me how to "cup" and tease each mound of firm flesh.  How to tease and
"flick" the nubbins of aroused tissue she called her "nips".  With each
succeeding movement, her excitement grew.  When she couldn't "take" anymore
teasing, she pushed my hands away, pulled up her nighty, spread her thighs
and introduced me to her "pussy".  Warning me to be very gentle, she parted
her labia, pointed out her budding clit and instructed me in the ways to
further arouse a woman.  I followed her direction, slowly "playing" over,
under and around the moist center of her womanhood.  Using the middle finger
of my hand, I gently eased it into the warm, wet cavern of her cunni.  I
couldn't believe how smooth and soft the walls of my Aunt's pussy felt to
the touch and how the inner muscles seemed to grasp at my finger each time I
pulled it back.  Slowly, I increased the speed of my strokes.  This caused
Auntie to gently ease my head between her splayed thighs.  She taught me how
to "eat" a woman.  How to lick her pussy lips, but especially her clit.
Auntie's mounting passion finally manifest itself by her grasping my ears
and pulling my face hard up against the lips of her womanhood.  I realized
her need was now too demanding to curtail.  Before I could "help" her, she
began twisting my head, back and forth against her clitoris as she bucked
her pelvis up and down.  This caused enough pressure to set her off ...  and
she doused my face with her juices of lust.  Her strong orgasm excited me
and I dove forward, causing a second series of sensual shockwaves to course
through Aunt Karen's throbbing organ.  As Karen's orgasm slowed, I continued
to lick and suck the sweet nectar running from her cunni, as moans of sexual
satisfaction slipped from between her lips.  Exhausted, Aunt Karen lay back
basking in the warm afterglow of her two orgasms.  I knew that she had come
and suspected the second orgasm had been a multiple climax.  Realizing her
need to rest, I slid up next to her on the bed.  Ever so gently, I ran my
fingertips up and over every sensuous curve of her delightfully luscious
body, being extra careful not to arouse my Aunt's passions any further.
Ever since this first experience of "eating pussy" it's been my favorite way
of showing a woman how much I'm enjoying her body.  I've since discovered I
also derive sensual excitement from the power I have over their emotions as
they lose control due to my "flicking their Bic".  As I rested my head in
the hollow of her shoulder, I heard her ask?

"Would you like me to "eat your pussy"?

Reaching between Amy's legs, Karen gently massaged his cock and balls, still
encased in their nylon pouch.  Within seconds he was ready.  Slipping the
panties over his hard on, Karen stretched the elastic behind and under her
nephew's ball sack.  This caused his organ to stand straight out from his
sparsely haired pubic bone.  Cupping the sack, she teased the sensitive area
behind it with her nails.  Licking her lips, Karen lowered them to the
purple tip of Amy's throbbing penis.  Parting her moist lips she engulfed
his entire crown.  With a slow, twisting motion and a swirling tongue, she
sucked her way back to the tip.

Tim couldn't believe the sensations Karen's mouth was causing.  He had never
gotten this excited from mere masturbation.  He knew he couldn't take much
more of her licking and sucking.  When he felt his balls "tighten up" and
the jism begin to rise he tried to pull away, afraid he would upset Karen by
shooting off in her mouth.  Karen's lips however wouldn't let go.  Her jaws
muscles held him tightly as she pulled the cheeks of his ass forward with
her hands.  As she increased her strokes, she felt his organ momentarily
swell and then spasm in her mouth.  Using her cheek muscles to suck out
every drop, she swallowed every last spurt.  Using her tongue, she then
licked the excess that had run down his shaft, hoarding it in her mouth she
"French-kissed" him.  Amy tasted his own warm fluids and was shocked to find
out he enjoyed the experience.

Afterwards, all we could do was grin at each other as we fell asleep in each
other's arms.

                                * * * *

The next morning, as I awoke, I heard Aunt Karen speaking on the telephone
downstairs.  I reached between my legs and caressed my soft dick and balls
through my warm, silky panties.  I reminisced over what had transpired the
day before, basking in the knowledge that my new and wonderful life was just
beginning.  After a while, I arose and walked to the bathroom.  On the way I
looked in the mirror and was again surprised at how much Karen had
accomplished.  I couldn't spend a lot of time admiring my reflection as I
had to pee.  Just walking to the toilet in my sexy nighty, bra and silky
panties felt so good, it created another hard on.  As I lifted my nighty and
lowered my panties it became apparent that my dick wouldn't clear the toilet
seat.  I was forced to wait till it softened.  I thought about going
standing up, but decided I wasn't going to pee like a boy ever again ...  I
was a woman!  Finally it went soft and I sat down and relieved myself.
Karen must of heard me flush, because she called out.

"Amy, come downstairs before you get dressed."

When I entered the kitchen, she greeted me with a warm and loving hug and
asked how I had slept.  I stated it was the best night I had ever had.  She
smiled knowingly.

After breakfast, dry toast and juice, my Aunt took me upstairs and watched
me dress in the clothes she selected.  This time no corset or fancy
lingerie.  Two pairs of white nylon panties and a white cotton bra.  The
second pair of panties did just what she said they would ...  hold my dick
back tightly and thereby avoid an unsightly bulge.  She handed me a simple
tan colored straight skirt, with an elastic waistband, a white half-slip, a
pink blouse, pink anklets trimmed in white lace and my own unisex penny
loafers.  She brushed my hair back into a short pony tail and tied it off
with a matching pink ribbon.  After she applied some pink lipstick and redid
my nails in pink, she said.

"Amy, you won't fool anyone up close, but from a distance ...  you'll pass.
Since I've taken care that you won't be seen up close, except by someone who
needs to know, you'll be fine ...  trust me!"

As we were walking out the door to the car, Karen handed me a small purse
with a shoulder strap and showed me how a girl would carry it.  As I stepped
outside, a cool breeze blew up under my skirt.  This was a new and strange
feeling.  I thought I was naked!  My panties, which had grown warm from my
body heat, were all of a sudden, deliciously cool again.  Since I wore a
straight skirt it didn't lift, but my reaction had been one of fear.  When I
tried to get into the car I almost fell on my face.  I hadn't realized how
the skirt would restrict my ability to move about.  Auntie laughed, then
showed me how a girl in a tight skirt sat down and then slid onto the seat.
She also showed me how to fix my skirt by raising up and sliding my hands
between the seat and my body thereby eliminating folds in the material.  She
cautioned me that if I didn't learn to fix it often, I would draw attention
to myself since every woman had learned at an early age that the material
would wrinkle and also would "rise".  I was beginning to grasp just how much
I had to learn.  We headed towards the "city".

"Why are we going to Columbus?" I asked.

Aunt Karen told me she had a very close girlfriend, named Joyce, from her
college years, who owned a beauty shop and boutique.  The woman was gay and
therefore had a more liberal attitude towards most things.  Auntie had
called her this morning, explained the situation and Joyce had agreed to
help with hair and beauty tips.  She warned me not to mention what we had
done the night before ...  she wasn't sure Joyce was that open minded.

We arrived at the shop, we parked in back, knocked on the rear door, which
was opened almost immediately.  Aunt Karen introduced Amy, her niece, to
Joyce, the owner.  Joyce instantly became my friend by saying.

"What a lovely niece you have, she looks so much like you."

Joyce was a tall woman, with short blond hair, an interesting face, pretty
blue eyes and a strange smile of dominance.  Karen and Joyce hugged and
kissed each other and then Joyce hugged and kissed me.  I had not expected
her greeting me so warmly and I'm afraid I returned her gesture quite
awkwardly.  Giggling, the two women, explained this was the standard way
women, who knew each other, "shook hands".  A second attempt by Joyce to
greet me was more successful.  I certainly enjoyed the female way much more
than the male.  As we parted, Joyce noticed that my skirt began to "tent"
(even though I wore two sets of panties).  She pointed at my skirt and said.

"So he wants to be a girl, but he get turned on by kissing a woman ...  your
not gay."

"No", I hurriedly assured Joyce, "I only get excited by pretty women."

This brought a smile to both their faces.

As it was Sunday, the shop was closed and the curtains drawn.  We had the
entire place to ourselves.  It was a typical beauty shop, but it also
offered other services such as makeup assistance, tanning and electrolysis.
Later I found there was a connecting door to the boutique, which was also
closed.  Joyce, her arm around my waist, led me to a chair and had me sit.
I slipped onto the seat, fixed my skirt and crossed my legs.  This brought a
smile of approval from my Aunt.

Joyce took off my scarf and studied my face and hair.  After a couple of
minutes, Joyce called Aunt Karen aside and they talked.  When they returned,
Aunt Karen informed me that electrolysis was needed to form a more feminine
hairline, arched eyebrows and to remove a few facial hairs.  Joyce promised
that when finished, my face would pass even without makeup.  Since that was
my ultimate goal, I agreed.  The process took almost two hours to complete.
I won't weary the reader with the how to's, just let it be said ...  it
hurt.  When Joyce was finished ...  the results were astounding.  Everything
Joyce had promised came true.  Now I could pass all the time.

They decided that little could be done with my hair until it grew out.  The
one thing we did do was run an auburn rinse through it.  Joyce said this
would help obscure my identity from those who knew me.  We had discussed a
wig, but felt that it would look false and might bring about questions since
girls my age seldom wore wigs.  Now Joyce, with Karen's help, spent two
hours teaching me how to apply makeup.  While some things where difficult to
get right, all in all, I did quite well.  Later, my Aunt went out and came
back with three chef salads from Wendy's.  When I saw what I was allowed to
eat, I said.

"This eating as a girl isn't going to be easy".

This brought peels of laughter from the women.  After we ate, Joyce led us
through the connecting door.

It was a transvestite's dream of heaven.  There was every kind of lingerie
imaginable and many items I couldn't even name.  There were, bras, panties,
nighties, garter belts, peignoirs, teddies, nylons, slips, girdles, corsets,
waist cinchers and lots more.  On one wall were blouses, skirts, tops and
other outer wear.  What amazed me were the variety of materials and colors.
Auntie noticed the look on my face (I had a grin from ear to ear) and
commented.

"I think Amy's starting to realize how much fun we girls have with clothes."

Joyce looked at Karen and asked.

"Should we get started?"

Up until this moment I hadn't realized what this was going to mean, then it
came to me in a flash.  I had to strip nude in front of Joyce!  By the look
on my Aunt's face, she had just come to realized it also.  A quick look of
concern flashed across her features, followed by a smile as she turned to me
and asked.

"It's your decision, women aren't bashful with each other.  Nudity among
most women is a common occurrence.  We try on clothes in front of each
other.  We help each other get dressed and we think nothing of accidentally
touching another woman's body while we're helping.  Are you one of us?"

I looked at my Aunt then at Joyce and started to strip.  Pausing a moment as
I was lowering my slip, I was hit by a mischievous thought.  Being braver
than I had a right to be, I offered.

"Don't you girls think I would learn quicker how feminine lingerie and
apparel should fit if I could see you model some of it?  Afterall, you tell
me women aren't bashful in front of each other, and aren't we all girls
here."

Understanding my meaning instantly, both women reacted differently.  Aunt
Karen's look of uncertainty was quickly overcome by Joyce's smile of
bemusement.  Joyce was the first to accede to my request, followed
hesitantly by my Aunt.  I noticed that as they began removing their outer
clothing they both watched each other.  Aunt Karen's features couldn't
disguise the look of misgiving, while Joyce's look was definitely lecherous.
I had forgotten that Joyce was gay and that she therefore enjoyed looking at
semi-naked women as much as I. I could tell my Aunt was embarressed and
assumed I would hear about this later.  While I felt sorry to have been the
cause of my Aunt's discomfort, it was exhilarating watching two women moving
about in their panties and bras.  As I became accustomed to their
semi-nakedness, if I didn't about them sexually, we all realized that I
could control my emotions.  My erections were fewer and were mostly caused
by the lingerie instead of the women.  Somewhere during the afternoon my
Aunt forgave me and even agreed that my earlier suggestion had proven to be
a good one.

Now my fun started!  Joyce and Karen went from aisle to aisle picking out
all kinds of bras, panties, slips, etc.  I spent my time, moving about the
shop, inspecting all the sexy lingerie, fantasizing how it would feel and
look on my body.  In the past, whenever I had gone shopping with my Aunt, I
had to disguise my interest whenever she bought lingerie.  Now I was able to
openly display my interest and appreciate the textures and colors.  As Amy,
I could touch anything I chose.  Feeling good about my new-found freedoms, I
selected a number of nightgowns, walked to the full length mirror and held
them up against my naked frame.  My Aunt Karen noticed, caught Joyce's
attention and they both gave a "wolf whistle".  A perfectly wonderful red
blush rose to my cheeks ...  followed by laughter from the girls.

The items they selected, I modeled.  I experimented with assorted types of
bra forms including those with "falsies" already in the cups.  Some bras
were designed to shape, raise and separate a woman's breasts so her figure
looked fuller.  Each time I modeled a pair of panties the women helped me
adjust the fit.  Some of the panties had forms built in to give the
appearance of wider hips and fuller buns.  I tried bras, girdles, waist
cinchers, garter belts, corsets and various combinations.  We picked out all
shades and types of nylons.  I tried babydolls with matching panties.  My
favorite items were the slips, full and half, in all the different colors
and with lots of lace.  Joyce and Karen were having as much fun as I. All of
a sudden Joyce came up with an idea.

"Look, we're not near to being finished with picking clothes for Amy and
there won't be enough time left to get to the mall before it closes!
Besides, I'd like to go with you.  Tomorrow is Monday and my shops are
closed.  Why don't we finish up here, drive to my house and have dinner.
After dinner, Amy can try on some of my clothes.  I have five closets full
of skirts, blouses, dresses, tops, etc.  We can spend the evening together
and you can sleep at my place.  I have plenty of room.  The next morning,
the three of us can go shopping for anything Amy still needs.  Also, there
are things we haven't talked about, including hormone pills and obtaining
her some proof of identity.  Besides, two adult females, working together,
will insure we don't forget anything Amy needs to be taught."

That last statement convinced my Aunt that Joyce had a good idea.

We spent the next two hours collecting all the lingerie items I needed to
start my feminine wardrobe.  I now owned a complete selection of bras,
panties, tights, nylons, slips, nightgowns, bras and camisoles.  I also had
panty girdles, a waste cincher with a built in bra, garterbelts and various
shaped breast forms.  In addition, I had shorts, designer jeans, blouses,
tank tops, a few casual skirts and a white pleated skirt that stopped at my
knee.  Joyce went into the beauty shop and returned with all kinds of makeup
and hair care products.  When it came to paying, Joyce generously refused to
accept Aunt Karen's credit card.

We loaded the cars and drove to Joyce's house.  On the way, Auntie and I
stopped at a drug store and bought various things we would need since we
were sleeping over.  As a test, I went in with her and easily passed with
both male and female clerks and customers.  One of the young male shoppers,
brushed his hand against my ass and "copped a feel", just like I use to do
as Andy.  I was ecstatic.  I had completely fooled him.  I did remember to
look disgusted by his actions.  His older sister, standing nearby, saw him
do it.  Grabbing him by the arm and whipping him around, she proceeded to
give him a verbal tongue lashing, then demanded he apologize to me.  When
she was satisfied by his apology, she turned to me, shrugged, as if to
explain, "What can we expect, he's a male" and walked away.  When Auntie and
I got back in the car we were both giggling and laughing over the situation.
When we stopped giggling, we drove to Joyce's house.

When we got there, she was waiting at the door.  Joyce admitted she thought
we either got lost, or had changed our minds about staying over.  We hugged
and kissed her as we entered and assured her we were looking forward to
spending the evening with her.  This brought a smile to Joyce's face and
another series of hugs between us.

We moved to the living room.  Aunt Karen and Joyce sat on the couch and I
sat across from them.  At first, we made small talk, then the issue of my
identity switch was discussed.  Joyce said she had a former lover who was
now the state Director of Records.  She was sure she could get her lover to
establish the necessary documents so I could legally become Amy.  Aunt Karen
thought it was a great idea!  I would have a new birth certificate, a Social
Security card and later, and soon a drivers license.  This was all I would
need to begin my life over again as Amy.  With these issues semi-resolved,
Joyce asked about hormones.  I had no idea as to what she was referring.
Auntie knew, but I aware that certain hormones could physically change a
person's looks and voice.  After the women explained, we decided to look
into that idea, but didn't know where to begin.  Joyce said her
gynecologist, a woman, had been trying to "get into her pants", for more
than just an annual examination.  Up until now, Joyce hadn't allowed the
woman's advances, but she would, if the doctor would agreed to help us.
Joyce called the doctor's phone service and left a message.

While the discussion continued, I took full advantage of the seating
arrangement to steal looks up the skirts of both women.  Joyce caught me
staring up her skirt, smiled and opened her thighs a bit wider.  Then she
lowered her eyes to my knees and winked.  I uncrossed my legs and "teased"
Joyce by inching up my skirt and letting my thighs gently fall open.  I now
grasped the pleasure and power my Aunt had enjoyed when she "teased" me.
Joyce and I continued to alternately tease each other by crossing our legs.

Just then, the phone rang.  It was the doctor returning Joyce's call.  Joyce
talked to her, explained the situation, offering the doctor a "date" ...  if
she would help us obtain the correct dosage of female hormones.  From the
gist of their conversation, the doctor agreed, but only after we agreed to a
complete physical.  The exam was scheduled for Monday before the patients
arrived.  Joyce promised the Dr.'s cooperation would be rewarded and hung
up.  The women could tell I was excited by the idea of my own set of
breasts.  They warned me not to expect miracles, or women would not be
having breast implant surgery.  The doctor had informed Joyce that the drugs
would also help proportion my figure, widen my hips, make my skin softer and
smoother, eliminate facial and body hair and raise my voice.  All this
sounded great!  I looked forward to meeting "my gynecologist".

With this out of the way, dinner was suggested.  Needless to say, I was
starving.  We prepared a meal of grilled chicken breasts, baked potatoes and
a salad.  They let me eat almost my normal amount.

After dinner we went to Joyce's bedroom where I was told to strip, put on a
garter belt, nylons, bra and matching panties.  I selected a dark blue
garter belt, taupe nylons, blue panties and matching underwire half bra.
The women watched as I got dressed, offering suggestions and giggling openly
when a problem developed with bending my penis back inside my panties.  I
was still having trouble with my nails.  When I put the bra on, it pushed my
chest up and in.  This formed small but real tits and a small "v" of
cleavage.  Karen adjusted the straps so my nipples showed just over the top.

Joyce gave me a pair of three inch black leather pumps and showed me two
different ways how to put them on while standing up.  Joyce's shoes were a
full size larger than my Aunt's and fit much better.  The girls left me
standing there and went to a walk in closet.  Joyce handed Karen one outfit
after another, till her arms were overwhelmed.  When they came back, the fun
began.  I spent at least two hours getting dressed and undressed in Joyce's
clothes.  She had wonderfully attractive outfits, somewhat more youthful
than Auntie's.  It was fun wearing another woman's clothing.  The "girls"
would comment on each outfit, while "helping" me with the zippers, buttons
and/or ties.  I learned more, in those two hours, about women's clothes than
all my studying had taught me.

After I had tried on all the outfits and they had decided which worked for
me, Joyce gave them to me as a gift.  What could I do but accept.  I kissed
and thanked her for her generosity and asked if she would become my "Aunt
Joyce".  This brought prompt tears to her eyes.  She hugged me and said.

"I would love to be your Aunt."

I could tell Aunt Karen was also pleased with the way I handled the
situation.

I now had about a dozen outfits to take home.  I couldn't believe how my
life had changed in the last two days.  How lucky could a girl get?  Not
only did I have feminine clothes to wear, but I could wear them all the time
...  because I was now a woman!  What was even better was having the loving
assistance of both my Aunts to help me grow into the role.  I had dreamt of
this for almost five years and now it was happening.  The women decided we
had had enough and showed me where to hang my new clothes.  They said to
join them in the living room when I was finished.

As I entered the living room I discovered where my Aunt had learned how two
women made love to each other.  Joyce and Karen were on the couch, wrapped
in each other's arms ...  ardently kissing.  As I quietly moved closer, Aunt
Joyce moved her hand inside Aunt Karen's blouse and inside her bra, cupping
her breast.  Karen's hand fell to Joyce's splayed thighs and gently stroked
the firm naked flesh her fingers found there.  At that moment Joyce
discovered my presence.  Winking at me, she proceeded to remove her lover's
blouse and bra at the same time spreading her legs further apart in order to
give me a better view.  Aunt Karen, still unaware of my presence, "took" her
partner's movement as a sign of encouragement and slid her teasing fingers
up to the thin nylon strip of material covering Joyce's pussy.  Twisting a
finger under the cloth, she pushed it aside and with gentle caresses, worked
her fingers around until she found her lover's opening.

Pausing a moment, she raised her head from the hollow of Joyce's neck and
stated.

"We'll have to be quick, we don't want to be caught by Amy!"

This was too much for Joyce.  Breaking apart in a fit of uncontrolled
laughter, she giggled.

"It's too late for that, she's already seen your hand inside my hot pussy!"

Whipping around, tearing her hand from between Joyce's crotch, she reached
for her blouse to cover her nudity.  Just as she touched the cloth to her
breasts, a look of uncertainty replaced the shock of discovery upon her
features and just as quickly was itself replaced by a look of sheepish
amusement.  Joyce, meanwhile, was still caught in the throes of uncontrolled
laughter, her spread thighs swinging open and shut like the lens on a
camera.  My Aunt Karen stared at her lover, then said.

"You knew he, I mean she, was there all the time and didn't tell me.  I'll
fix your ass for that!"

Joyce, upon hearing Karen's threat became even more agitated, no longer even
trying to control her laughter nor her movements.  Impishly, she reached out
and tweaked Karen's exposed nipple and fumbling over the words exclaimed.

"You should have seen the look on your face when you realized you'd been
caught with your finger up my 'sweet geraldine' just like you use to when we
were in college!  Too bad I told you she was there, if I had waited, Amy
would have seen how great you eat pussy."

"OH! Your a bitch!" exclaimed my Aunt.  "I'll get you for that!"

Grabbing the arms of her "girlfriend" and pulling sharply, she easily
maneuvered Joyce across her knees, raised her lover's skirt to her waist,
lowered her panties and began spanking the upraised mounds of firm flesh
presented before her.  Joyce, in her weakened condition, helplessly fought
back, kicking her legs, but to no avail.  By the third slap she was no
longer laughing, but instead, was pleading for forgiveness and begging Karen
to stop.  Karen refused.  A bright pink color rose to the surface of Joyce's
cheeks and became deeper with each slap of my Aunt's hand.  I had obviously
never seen a women being spanked before and was at first concerned, then
realized I was becoming excited.  Moving around to see better, I was torn
between watching Karen's naked breasts bouncing up and down with each stroke
and the enticing rear view of Joyce's ass and pussy as she kicked her legs.
As I continued watching, the scene began to change.  Joyce had stopped her
pleadings and had replaced them with moans and sighs of pleasure.  Karen,
noticing the change in Joyce removed the hand she had used to hold her
friend's ass over her knees and used it instead to caress the pink cheeks of
Joyce's ass between the spanks.  The spanks also slowed down, at which point
Karen slid her finger down the crevice between her partner's cheeks, pausing
a moment to tease the opening of Joyce's tush.  This brought louder groans
of pleasure from Joyce's lips.  Auntie then moved up into the warm, wet
opening of Joyce's "sweet geraldine".  Joyce screamed out in abject pleasure
as she felt the fingers searching for her now blood engorged clit.  When
Karen finally inserted three fingers inside her lover's cunni, Joyce
screamed.

Aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeee!  Yes!  Yes!  Please fuck me with your fingers.  Fuck
me now!"

In and out pistoned my Aunt's cupped fingers.  With each stroke Joyce's
voice rose.  With each stroke the sounds became more demanding.  With each
stroke the words became more unintelligible.  Then in a crescendo of mixed
words and sounds ...  she came.  Trashing her legs and digging her nails
into the couch, she "bucked" her clit against the heel of her lover's hand
as the juices of her womanhood oozed out of her "sweet geraldine".  To this
day, I believe this is the single most exciting example of a woman lost to
the pleasures of lust that I have ever witnessed.  Joyce's orgasm lasted and
lasted.  She milked every last ounce of pleasure from Karen's thrusting
fingers and then when the pleasure was being replaced by that sweet sense of
"pain" caused by sensitivity to the touch, she collapse off Karen's knees
and lay spread-eagled upon the floor, at her lover's feet, oblivious to her
surroundings, "mewing" and moaning before our startled senses.  Neither I,
nor Aunt Karen moved.  We sat there, lost in wonderment over our friends
condition.  Later, after Joyce had somewhat regained the strength to move,
we three sat on the couch, with me in the middle, hugging and kissing as we
discussed what had just occurred.  Neither of the women held back their
feelings for we no longer felt any embarrassment between us.  We three had
been privy to a special moment in a women's life and could never be the same
again.  We had crossed into the realm of true "sisterhood", a place no one
could ever intrude upon, nor could understand.

After some iced tea, we slowly returned to the topic of my needs.  We
decided that we would go to the doctor as planned, then get some breakfast
and head for the mall.  I still needed a variety of shoes and if we thought
of anything else, the mall should suffice.  We decided to dress up, this
would cover all the bases, as far as where we could go later.

With all decided and it getting late, we moved to the bedroom to prepare for
bed.  It sure was more fun being a girl than a boy!  We helped prepare each
other for bed.  The three of us in Joyce's oversized bathtub was a sight.
Bubbles and spilled water everywhere.  I was reticent to touch Aunt Joyce,
but when she reached between my legs and cupped my balls, I understood I had
been accepted.  We played and teased with each other until the hot water ran
out.  Rising from it's warmth, we took turns patting each other dry.  Then I
was taught how to apply moisturizing cream.  We left the bath and selected
nighties to wear.  I picked a white satin sheath, with spaghetti straps.
The gown had a slit up the side, with bone colored lace across the bodice,
hem and up the slit.  When Joyce pulled back the covers it became obvious
she liked to feel sensuous ...  the sheets were made of black satin.  That
night I not only practiced my art of lesbian love-play, but learned new
methods to excite a women.  Joyce surprised both Karen and I when she took
my "dickie", as she called it, into her mouth.  I in turn surprised her when
I orgasm, splashing the roof of her mouth with my seed.  She later admitted
that it was the first time she had "eaten" a "dickie", but enjoyed it.  Aunt
Karen suggested she try my "dickie" somewhere else, but Joyce, after a
moments hesitation, rejected that idea, with a nervous giggle.  So instead,
she watched as Karen taught me the nuances of male to female love.  Lowering
herself upon my erection, she guided it between the warn, wet lips of her
"geraldine".  The sensations of being engulfed by her love-tunnel are
indescribable.  Slowly she rocked back and forth.  Even though I had just
come in Joyce's mouth, I was too excited to last long.  When it became
obvious I was ready my Aunt fucked me with abandon.  As I trashed the bed
with my kicking heels ...  I came.  As I lay there, basking in the afterglow
of love we discussed how we each felt.  Joyce spoke about giving her fist
"blow-job", my Aunt Karen about fucking her new "niece" and I about
experiencing my first woman.  It had been a very long day and we were
totally exhausted, so we had no trouble falling asleep wrapped in each
other's arms like three spoons in a drawer.

                                * * * *

Monday morning came too early!  Joyce and Karen got washed and dressed first
so they could help me.  I watched as they choose their clothes, dressed, put
on their makeup and brushed their hair.  Karen borrowed a black full slip
from my new clothes and a black and white above the knee length dress from
Joyce.  The dress was a good fit, just a little snug on top.  Joyce opened a
drawer, picked out a sheer, black Lycra bra with a small flower pattern
running through it.  Opening another drawer she selected matching panties
and a black garter belt with red velvet ribbons.

I commented that owning a lingerie boutique had it's advantages as far as
fancy undies.  She said that a lot of the lingerie she used for herself were
samples given to her by the saleswomen who called on the shop.  From a third
drawer, she chose smoky gray nylons.  Her dress was a charcoal gray brushed
wool summer knit, with a scoop collar and a hem that stopped above the knee.
It hugged her frame like a second skin and she looked outstanding.  When I
commented on how nice she looked, she said.

"I've got to look special for my new beau!"

The women decided on an ivory colored two piece outfit for me.  Under the
matador style jacket, I wore a rust colored satin blouse that accented my
hair.  The skirt was a wrap across type with three large buttons on my left
hip.  These buttons secured the skirt panels from my waist to mid-thigh.
When I walked the lower portion of the skirt flared open and showed quite a
bit of leg.  The tightly drawn material of the skirt helped highlight the
roundness of my buns.  My hose was sandal colored and I borrowed a pair of
brown alligator shoes with three inch heels from Aunt Joyce.  Under my
outfit, I wore rust satin panties that featured a tummy constraining control
panel with built in hip and derriere enhancement.  The control panel forced
my cock down between my legs and was strong enough to keep it there.  Over
the panties, I wore a white nylon half slip.  My bra was white Lycra with
soft gel filled breast forms.  When I walked, my high heels caused my "tits"
to jiggle and the satin blouse moved with them.  I paraded in front of the
girls, pouted at their wolf whistles (as a girl should) and smiled at their
compliments.

We arrived at the medical building, took the elevator to the fifth floor and
entered the reception area.  I was introduced to DR. Mary Beals, my
gynecologist.  She was about forty, slightly overweight, short, with a
motherly look about her.  For the first time, I realized how much Joyce was
doing for me.

We were shown into an examination room where I was asked to remove all my
outer clothes.  The doctor took my height, weight, age, blood pressure,
pulse and listened to my heartbeat.  Then she asked me to lower my panties
and examined my genitals.  Dr.  Beals completed the exam and told me I could
get dressed.

As I dressed, Dr.  Beals asked me a series of personal questions, which I
answered.  I must have convinced her of my sincerity, since Dr.  Beals wrote
a six month prescription for hormone pills (Estrogen and Progesterone).  In
addition, I was given a starter shot.  The doctor explained that I would
begin to notice changes within a few hours and to expect some minor side
affects.  I would temporarily become irritable but that would last only a
couple of days.  The biggest change would be a noticeable loss of stamina
and an eventual lessening of muscle bulk.  The booster shot would take
affect almost immediately, causing a pitch change and a minor sore throat.
It would take about a month before my system adjusted and overcame the
supply of male hormones my body produced.  Later, we would then decide
future treatment options based upon my desired goals; a sex change, a
continued low dosage of pills, or somewhere in between.  Aunt Karen paid the
doctor and we waited in the reception room, while Joyce remained with Mary.
As we left the examination room we heard Mary tell Joyce to remove her
clothes and get up on the table with her feet in the stirrups for her
examination.

During our wait, the door opened and a most attractive woman, dressed as a
nurse, walked in, sat down at the receptionist's desk, opened an appointment
book and asked if we needed help.  We informed her we had already seen the
doctor and were waiting for our friend.  As the nurse smiled her
understanding, the phone rang.  She answered it.  Whatever the topic was, it
caused her to slide her deskchair to a bank of filing drawers.  She
continued speaking while searching for some files.  In doing so, she parted
her legs, offering me the opportunity to see up her skirt.  I had been
reading a magazine and used it as cover to see up all the way to the thin
strip of nylon barely covering "everything she owned".  I realized the nurse
wouldn't have exposed herself so casually if she had known there was a male
in the office.  I continued to stare and even adjusted my position lower in
order to see better.  The nurse had great legs!  The kind that "went all the
way up".  Unexpectedly, she looked up and caught me staring at her crotch.
Her instinctive reaction was to swiftly close her open legs, grab the files,
slide the chair back to her desk and finish the call.  Before she could say
anything about my being rude, the intercom beeped, she answered it and
turning to Aunt Karen, announced.

"The doctor wishes to see you again."

As the door closed behind Aunt Karen, the nurse asked if I liked what I saw.
I assumed she was gay and was another "friend" of the Doctors.  Embarrassed,
I apologized for being so rude, but complimented her on her gorgeous legs.
She stood up, moved to the front corner of the desk and leaned against it
facing me.  This brought her uniform covered crotch to the level of my eyes.
Grasping the hem, she teasingly raised her skirt to her waist, offering me a
delicious view of her thighs and panty clad pussy.  The crease of her
opening and the matted curls of her mound plainly evident through the sheer
material.  Just then we heard the sounds of my Aunts coming back into the
room.  The nurse quickly dropped her skirt, but remained leaning against the
desk.  Joyce knew the nurse and introduced Karen and I to Roberta.  We
exchanged in the usual female chit chat, said our good byes and left.  As we
departed, I turned back to the nurse, silently mouthed a thank you and
licked my upper lip.  Roberta "flounced" her skirt and threw me a silent
kiss.

In the car, we discussed the exam and I thanked Joyce once again for her
sacrifice.

"Amy, don't worry about it ...  I enjoyed it!  If I'd know how good Mary
could 'eat' me, I would have given myself much sooner." She said.

When I mentioned that Roberta had caught me staring up her uniform and that
I thought she was gay, Joyce explained.

"Roberta used to be a Robert.  Mary performed a gender change upon him three
years ago.  Now she works there and is also Mary's lover.  I wondered if you
two were fooled.  Amy, she may have recognized you and made the presumption
you were there to consider a sex change."

Aunt Karen and I were amazed!  We had been completely fooled.

                                * * * *

We drove to Sammy's Pancake House for breakfast.  When I told the waitress I
wanted an order of flapjacks, Aunt Karen suggested that I try the low-cal
breakfast fruit plate instead.  So that's what I grudgingly ordered.  Eating
was the only part of being a girl I didn't like.  We spent an hour chatting
over our coffee.  Upon leaving, I did noticed two businessmen eyeing us as
we passed by their booth.  Their roving eyes moved from Aunt Karen's
breasts, to Joyce's ass, then across my bouncing breasts and down to my
legs.  I thoroughly enjoyed the attention!  It felt good to not only fool
them, but to know they found me attractive.

We arrived at the mall as the stores were opening.  Since it was Monday
morning, very few shoppers were present and those few were mostly young
women with pre school children.  Our first stop was the Bass shoe store.  A
pretty young girl measured my foot (Size 9), went to the stockroom and
returned shortly with six pairs to try on.  This was no different than
buying shoes when I was a boy.  The shoes fit, I liked three of the styles,
so we bought them.  This pleased the salesgirl so much she offered me her
card and said.

"If you need anything in the future, please ask for me, I'll be happy to
assist you in any way I can."

I assured her I would remember her the next time I needed shoes.  We paid
the bill and asked her to hold the shoes for us until we finished shopping,
which she readily agreed to do.

Now that we had the correct shoe size, we headed to Lazarus.  A department
store at the far end of the mall.  Joyce had suggested we walk the mall, end
to end, window shopping as we went and make our purchases on the way back.
That way we wouldn't have to carry so much.  As we walked, I made mental
note of a few stores I wanted to look into upon our return.  In the past, I
would have accepted "any" chance to own a dress, now I could be selective.

We reached the end of the mall and entered the Lazarus store.  When we
approached the escalator, the "girls" warned me about the treads and the
problem of heel spikes catching in the slots.  I would have never thought of
that by myself ...  I obviously still had a lot to learn about being a
woman!  We three girls shopped the entire store.  I looked through the
lingerie department, but what Joyce had given me was much prettier.  We
moved to the better dresses, where we all found dresses we liked.

I was having a ball, being in public and clothes shopping with them, not
just "going along" with them.  It was so much more fun discussing the
clothes with each other.  This time when my Aunt held a dress up against my
frame, there was no teasing.  When we went to the dressing area an
immaculately coiffured and dressed woman of about twenty-eight offered to
assist me.  I looked to my Aunts for help, but they just smiled.  The woman
escorted me to a private room (4'x 6'), hung my dress selections on the hook
and said if I needed any help with the buttons, to call out.

I undressed, picked the dress I liked least and put it on.  From the other
side of the dressing-room door, a voice asked how I was doing and if I liked
the dress.  I answered.

"I don't care for it, it doesn't hang right."

In a sincere voice, the woman (I didn't remember her name) said.

"Oh, that's too bad, I'm sure the next will be better."

As I took off the dress and reached for the hanger, the door opened slightly
and a hand appeared.  The voice said.

"Don't bother with that, I'll take care of rehanging it."

I handed her the dress and the hanger ...  and the door closed.

The second dress fit much better and I liked the way it looked on me.
Wanting my Aunts' opinions, I opened the door, stepped out and was met by
compliments from the saleswoman.  Aunt Karen walked over from her saleslady,
commented on how perfectly wonderful the dress fit and urged me to buy it.

"I probably will." I answered.

She asked my opinion of her selection and I told her it was an excellent
choice which flattered her figure.  As I turned to look for Joyce, Martha (I
read the name on her I.D.) exclaimed.

"Oh No!  There's a flaw in the material."

She reached down, lifted my dress (I had removed my slip because the dress
was much shorter) and examined the skirt.  Using her nail, she scratched at
something and it flaked off.  She pulled the material up and around so I
could look at it.

There I stood, before a stranger, with the back of the dress above my waist
...  my pantied ass for the world to see.  My Aunt started to giggle,
whereupon the saleswoman, Martha, realizing what she had done, quickly
dropped the material and repeatedly apologized for her mistake.  She
petitioned me to excuse her ineptness, explaining she had only been trying
to show me that there was no flaw.  I assured Martha, that I took no
offense, realized it had been just an accident and even remarked I
appreciated a determined saleswoman who tried as hard as she did.  I
informed her it would remain our secret, winked and hugged her cheek to
cheek (I was getting this "woman to woman" friendship thing down pat).  She
thanked me and tried to apologize once more.

I said, "Martha, we're all girls here, what have I got that you don't and
since when can't one women help another get dressed."

I thought Aunt Karen was going to choke she was laughing so hard.  I turned
to go try on the last dress and heard Martha whisper softly very close to my
ear.

"Your so very very sweet, I'd really be happy to help you get in and out of
the next dress ...  if you want Me or my help!"

There was no way I could mistake her meaning, especially the "want Me!"
comment.  She purposely emphasized the pronoun "Me".

I entered the dressing room and closed the door behind myself.  Quickly
removing the dress, I swung the door open wide enough for Martha to see me
in just my bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and heels.  The expression on
her face, as her eyes devoured my body, was one of sexual desire.  Handing
her the dress, I turned away, bent over, allowing her to get a "good" look
at my panty covered cheeks and picked up the hanger.  The "hungry" look on
Martha's face confirmed my suspicion ...  Martha was turned on to me!  I
handed her the hanger and using my other hand, I ran one finger slowly over
her pursed lips.  A low moan caressed my fingertip.  As Martha moved to step
forward into the dressing room with me, I grabbed her by the shoulders,
half-turned her and ushered her out.  After a minute, I called out through
the closed door.

"Martha, could you help me with the buttons?"

Martha slid into the dressing-room, saw immediately that I was still
undressed, locked the door and came to my open arms.  Some very hot kissing
took place.  I lifted her skirt along with her slip, slid my hand inside her
pantyhose and used a finger to part the already moist folds of her labia.  I
must have brushed the tender bulb of her clit, as a shudder coursed through
her.

I told her, "You've seen me, now I want to see you."

I pulled her clothes above her waist, had her sit down on the bench-seat,
slipped her hose down to her ankles, raised her slender legs over her head
and moved my lips to her hot juicy cunt.  She spread her thighs in
expectation.

Martha whispered "I'm hot already, it won't take me long to come, then if
you like, I'll have time to go down on you!"

I lowered my face to her womanhood, inhaling the sweet, musky fragrance of a
female in heat.  It took all my self control to delay her orgasm.  Each time
Martha approached orgasm and softly begged to come ...  I stopped.  When she
tried to conceal the closeness of her orgasm, I relented.  Two flicks
against her clit brought a low moan and she came.  She locked her hand over
her mouth to mute the screams erupting from deep within her soul.  Kissing
her pussy a last time, I helped her up.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, looked in mine and said.

"That's the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced, thank you!  Now it's my
turn to do you."

Now the question, what would her reaction be when she lowered my panties and
found a penis where she expected to find a pussy.  I felt sure that I
controlled the situation.  Afterall, I was the patron and she certainly
couldn't tell anyone what had occurred.

Martha reached up, grabbed the waistband of my panties, pulled them down to
my ankles and looked up just as my dick sprang from between my thighs.  A
long moment of utter confusion, replaced by a moment of true understanding
and then a smile of anticipation.  She opened her mouth and licked the head
with her wet tongue.

"This is even better than I expected!  Will you fuck me?"

"I would love to fuck that sweet, juicy opening between your legs, but we
can't!  My cum would run out your pussy and down your legs, ruining your
clothes.  Somebody would surely notice and you might lose your job!  Suck my
cock, swallow all my cum and we'll make other arrangements afterwards."

Without a word, Martha grabbed my dick, inserted it in her hot mouth and
sucked.  I stood there amazed as she took more and more down her throat
until she had taken all of it.  This woman could suck cock!  As she pulled
back, her lips dragged their way to the tip of my cock with a slow twisting
motion.  I knew I couldn't take much of this.  I looked into her blue eyes
and saw the twinkle of amusement which told me she planned a prolonged and
extended suck.  Even though I wanted to experience what she had planned for
me, I cautioned her about the time and her being so long off the floor.  She
nodded her understanding, took my entire length down her throat, swallowing
the head.  She sensed my need, increased her movements and made me come.  I
exploded down her warm throat, then into her mouth as she pulled back.
Martha sucked and swallowed every last drop of hot juice I had to offer.
When she released my spent muscle, she smiled, licked her lips, stood up and
we kissed.  We quickly straightened our dresses.  She left the room first
and a short time later I emerged as if nothing unusual had occurred.  I told
Martha (for everyone to hear) I would take both dresses.  She rang them up,
bagged them and handed me the receipt.  Under the sales slip was her name,
address, phone number and a short note.  "Thank you, I truly enjoyed helping
you!" As I took the slip from her hand, our fingers gently touched.  With a
sensual pouting of lips and a wink, we returned to reality.

Leaving the better dress department, we stopped in the women's shoe
department, found nothing we liked and exited to the main mall.

Joyce said, "Let's sit on this bench and have a cigarette."

We sat down, me in the middle (so they could use the ashtrays), when Joyce
asked.

"Alright, what happened between you and the salesgirl?"

Aunt Karen looked totally confused, she hadn't notice, but my "eagle eyed"
other Aunt sure had.

I spent ten minutes explaining what had happened in the dressing room
between Martha and I. As I finished my story, I stated.

"For eighteen years I get no sex, now, dressed as a woman, it finds me!"

I could tell Aunt Joyce was a little upset with me and hoped this aside
would placate her.  It didn't work!

"Young lady (I knew I was in trouble now), I realize this is all new and
exciting to you, but you'll have to learn a little restraint.  Having sex in
a public area is dangerous, we all could have been arrested.  We would have
been ruined and most probably ended up in jail.  The only smart thing you
did was not fucking the salesgirl.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think past my desire.  I promise it won't happen
again.  I want your love and acceptance more than anything else.  Please
forgive me?"

Both women grasped my hands and squeezed.

Karen spoke.  "Of course we forgive you.  We love you and know you love us,
that's why we're sure you'll keep your promise."

I looked to Joyce, she shook her head yes and smiled.

We finished our break and headed for 9 West, another shoe store.  We had
seen shoes to match some of my outfits from Joyce.  The store was empty,
except for a young clerk reading a magazine.  We sat down in an out of the
way corner, partially shielded from the rest of the mall, by a rack of
"Sale" shoes.  He came over, with a truly insincere and leering grin on his
face.  We turned to each, communicated with our eyes and smiled sweetly when
he asked if he could help us.  Karen uncrossed her legs, left them slightly
parted and asked to see some red leather pumps in a size 7 1/2.  Joyce asked
for black leather flats also in a 7 1/2 (the wrong size).  She had to ask at
least twice, his attention was so riveted on Aunt Karen's legs.  Not wishing
to be left out, I handed him three sample shoes, claiming I didn't know my
shoe size.  As he slid in front of me, I uncrossed my legs, flashing him a
bit of inner thigh and lifted my foot to be measured.  He grasped my ankle
in one hand and removed my shoe with the other.  As he slid the shoe off my
foot, his curled fingers "teased" my lower arch, making my foot jump,
forcing my thighs further apart.  It obviously was a well practiced habit of
his to obtain a better look up a woman's skirt.  After insincerely
apologizing, the man measured my foot, stated "9B" and left for the
stockroom.

While he was gone, we three girls conspired our punishment for his rude and
lecherous attitude.  My Aunt's would tease him, by partially exposing their
thighs and get him excited.  I was to follow their lead and finish
embarrassing him with their additional help, if needed.  In the process I
would learn some of their techniques and get to practice mine.  Aunt Joyce
and I recrossed our legs and modestly fixed our skirts.  Aunt Karen, on the
other hand, adjusted her skirt much higher and moved her knees further
apart.

The salesman returned shortly, saw Karen's legs versus ours and squatted in
front of her.  Before he could reach for her ankle, she placed it in his
lap, acting as if this was a normal action on her part.  The stunned look of
surprise was precious.  He almost lost his balance.  Karen bent and raised
her knee so he could put the shoe on her foot, thereby "showing" her panty
covered crotch.  He fumbled the shoe onto her foot, all the time staring up
her raised skirt.  Aunt Karen held her knee bent swinging her ankle back and
forth as if examining her foot thereby opening and closing her thighs to his
view.  His head wavered in rhythm to my Aunt's movements reminding me of the
swaying dance of a cobra.  I looked at his crotch, his erection was obvious,
it tented his solid gray slacks.  Having previously been in that position, I
knew how badly he wanted to adjust his cock to a more comfortable position.
Auntie said she didn't care for the style or the fit and lowered her leg,
waiting for him to remove the shoe.  Not being able to stand without
revealing that he had a hard on, he stoop walked to Aunt Joyce.  As he
squatted before her, he attempted a quick adjustment of his clothing, but
from the look on his face, he failed miserably.  Now, Aunt Joyce went to
work.  Instead of offering her foot, she took the shoe from his hand,
crossed her ankle over her knee and attempted to force the shoe on her foot.
She slid the shoe back and forth, trying to get her foot into the too small
shoe.  This sideways movement afforded him an excellent view of his second
pantied pussy.  A soft groan, covered by a feigned cough, issued from
between the salesman's lips.  Joyce asked what size shoe this was.  When he
answered 7 1/2, she said.

"Well, obviously, that's why it doesn't fit, I specifically told you 8 1/2."

"I'm sorry." he replied.  Taking the shoe from her outstretched hand, all
the while holding the shoebox over his crotch, he started to move towards
the stockroom..

"I'll get the right size!" he said as he scooted away.

After a couple of minutes, he returned, in somewhat better shape, but still
carrying a shoebox at his crotch.

"We don't have your size in stock, but I have a size 9 if you care to try
it."

Joyce shook her head and "demurely" replaced her shoe.

Now it was my turn.  I wanted to prove I could "tease" as good as my Aunts.
This time, instead of squatting, he sat on his little stool.  I gracefully
raised my foot and using a shoe horn, he slid my foot into the shoe.  I used
a technique similar to Karen's.  Namely, raising my leg straight out, but
only slightly parting my thighs.  The shoe fit, I said I liked them, then
using Joyce's method (ankle across my opposing knee), I slowly removed the
shoe.  I continued my game as he fit the second style.  As before, I offered
him an exciting view of my thighs, but no more.  I said I would take this
pair also.  I was determined to exceed both Karen and Joyce.  Up until now,
I hadn't allowed him to see up my skirt to my panty covered crotch.  I could
tell, that he had lost all self control and would meekly do whatever I
wanted, if only he was allowed to see more.  I slid forward in the chair,
causing my skirt to expose my thighs at the welt.  Now he was hooked!
Placing my foot in his sweaty palm, I asked him to fit the third style, on
both feet.  When he did as I asked, I placed my feet on the floor, slightly
back of my knees.  As I looked down, my thighs opened wide.  This was his
best view of the day and I was rewarded with a groan.  This time he made no
effort to cover the sound with a cough.  He was too excited to think
straight.

Leaving my thighs open, I said.  "I'll take these in addition to the other
two pairs."

Then to the women, I stated.  "This shopping is exhausting!"

I leaned back in the chair and asked if he would assist me, but maintained
my feet back behind my knees and my thighs spread.  He reached down and in
so doing placed his face directly between my open knees ...  less than a
foot away from my "womanhood".  From under my skirt came a long groan and
then an even longer moan.  His hand shot to his crotch where he attempted to
stem the flow of his juices ...  he had come in his pants.  We "girls"
couldn't stop laughing.  We sat there, watching the ever-widening wet spot
on his pants grow as he lowered his head in embarrassment.  As we left,
Joyce turned back to him and spoke the best comment of the day, "Thank you
and 'come' again."

We walked down to Pappagallo Shoes, where I purchased a pair of brown
alligator shoes to match the ones I borrowed from Joyce.  These were a size
9, fit better so I wore them and had Joyce's boxed instead.  As it was about
1:00 P.M., we decided to pick up our purchases (we now had four dresses and
seven pairs of shoes), carry them to the car and drive somewhere for a light
lunch.  We stopped in two more dress shops on the way, but found nothing we
really liked.  By the time we got to our car, I was fatigued.  Obviously the
doctor's warning about my stamina was correct.

                                * * * *

We went to lunch at Friday's.  I was smart enough to order a Cobb Salad
(filling and low in calories).  We took our time over our meals and didn't
leave till about 2:30.  We then headed back to Joyce's house.  Our mood was
definitely reserved.  Without a word being said, we realized we were not
spending another night with Aunt Joyce.  When we got to her house, we packed
up the clothes I had been given and transferred our purchases from Joyce's
car to ours.  Parting was not easy.  Nobody wanted to say good-bye.

Aunt Karen finally said, "We need to leave before the traffic gets too bad."

We went inside, hugged and kissed each other till the tears started.  The
mood swung 180 degrees when Karen asked.

"Joyce, why don't you be our houseguest this weekend?"

Joyce readily agreed and the tears changed to squeals of joy.  We kissed and
hugged, made our way to the car and drove off.  On the way back, we talked
about everything that had occurred.  I told Karen how happy I was with my
new life and thanked her again for the opportunity.  She said I was welcome
and that my gender switch also made her happy.  She reminded me, her life
had also changed.  Now instead of being sexually frustrated all the time,
she was again enjoying the entire aspect of being a woman.  When we arrived
home, we unloaded, carried everything inside and put it away.  At the same
time we stored all of my male clothes in the attic.  My drawers now
contained all the silky, lacy and pretty girl things I had always dreamed
about.  I had a drawer for my panties, bras and garter belts.  A second
contained my slips and hose.  Another drawer held my foundation garments and
breast forms.  My Aunt suggested that I might want to rearrange the
placements after I became more accustomed to getting dressed.  My closet was
full of dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes.  I also hung my nighties in the
closet, even though Karen stated a drawer would be a better choice.  Right
now, I enjoyed seeing them hanging there.  When we finished, we lay back on
the bed, exhausted.  Looking around, she said.

"We need to redecorate your room!  The colors OK, but all the furniture,
curtains and bedspread are wrong.  Let's look at the catalogs for some
ideas."

We spent hours deciding, the styles, colors and materials for my new room.
Aunt Karen said we would buy or order everything the next day and we could
set it up when Joyce came.  She took as much pleasure in the decisions as I
did.  My Aunt really enjoyed having another woman in the house.  My
redecorated bedroom would be ultra-feminine, with a canopy bed, lace trimmed
curtains and pink pastel lamps.  Auntie suggested we buy a few dolls and
some stuffed cuddly animals to sit on my bed and dressers.  With this all
decided, we went to the kitchen and made dinner.  After dinner, we changed
into clothes more suitable to lounge around in.  My Aunt came to my room
dressed in a pair of white satin pajamas and then assisted me in removing
the last of my makeup.  I selected a pair of green pajamas, also made of
satin.  Instead of our usual evening spent watching TV, we talked.  This was
much more satisfying.  Aunt Karen went into detail about her life as a young
girl and her marriage.  I learned more about her in three hours than I had
in the previous sixteen years.  She told me what a poor lover my uncle had
been, never bringing any imagination to their love life.  She found out
after they split up that he had been with other women almost from the start
of their marriage.  He obviously felt the need to constantly conquer any
woman he could.  She cried a little as we talked, while I held her and
kissed away the tears.  She expressed she was glad I was nothing like him.
In an effort to change the mood, I asked a question which brought instant
gales of laughter to the two of us.

"You mean he didn't like to wear a dress?"

We spent the rest of the evening just enjoying each other's company, talking
about the future, the things I needed to learn and trying to think of any
problems we might encounter.  When we decided it was time for bed, we
climbed the stairs, hand in hand and made our way to Auntie's room.  We laid
down, side by side, facing each other and snuggled into each other's warmth.
We talked, we touched and we gently played with each other, not to arouse,
but to cherish the excitement of being together.  I don't know when, but we
fell asleep cradled in each other's arms.

                                The end

(c) 1996 Kresha Matay

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