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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 c***d, 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 c***d, 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 c***d, 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 d**** 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 d****d 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 d**** 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 d****d 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

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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 d****d 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 pr