Aunt Rose Dressed Me Like a Girl Chapter 3
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If you have not read previous chapters of this saga please go back to the start, this may not make much sense without some of the back story. Again, if you are offended by taboo subject matter this series is NOT for you.
I knew what a girdle was before Aunt Rose told me, I had seen them in magazine ads and I know women wore them to look skinny. I worried instantly that Aunt Rose thought I was fat and looked into her eyes. I think she could read my mind as she said, “Look honey, that little thing of yours is going to need a little training and until we get it under control this girdle will keep it out of sight. I really don’t think you need a girdle but your mother did send it along and I know she shopped for it with you in mind, it is brand new and NOT her size.”
I blushed at the thought of my mother going to a store to buy me a girdle, “what was all this about?” I questioned in my pre-adolescent mind. “Why would Mom buy me a girdle,” was the look on my face as I immediately noticed Aunt Rose smile and she said, “Not now Laura, let’s get you ready for the church social.”
I stepped into one leg of the girdle and felt the cold metal clip I had seen on Aunt Rose’s stocking. As I tried to step into the other leg I nearly lost my balance and grabbed at Aunt Rose. My hands rested on her shoulders and I could feel her bra straps through the dress. I wondered if mine felt the same.
Aunt Rose tugged on the girdle and slowly pulled it up, she placed the palm of her hand over my small cock and balls as she pulled it in place. The warmth of her hand and the slickness of the panty against my hard cock felt so dreamy. Then her hand was gone and the girdle hugged me as if her hand was still there. I looked down as she tugged and pulled at the waistband getting it exactly the way she wanted.
My cock was barely visible, more of a shadow than a bump about 3 inches long. The panties no longer felt slick, I was all hemmed in with the stretchy fabric. The girdle had a shiny satin panel in front, sort of an oval shaped affair with stitching all around it. There was a little blue flower in the center of the waistband and there were also shiny panels down the sides of my legs.
“There, let me look,” Aunt Rose said as she took my hand and twirled me around. I felt her hand on my butt, and looked at my reflection in the mirror over my shoulder. The back of the girdle was the same shiny material as the front and I could see bumps in back that Aunt Rose explained were garters, “but we won’t need them tonight, you are way too young to show up with hose.”
As Rose looked at my new figure and spun me around she mumbled, “such a shame, that little round butt of yours is so flat, I hope your skirt looks okay.”
I trembled again, this wasn’t just a game she was playing, she had every intention of dressing me up as a girl. I knew better than to protest but I was concerned none the less. Aunt Rose went back to my suitcase and pulled out a new slip, it still had a tag on it. It wasn’t like the one I was wearing when we started, it was very lacey and full with lots of layers on the bottom part.
“This will help,” Aunt Rose said as she slipped it over my arms that went up without being told. She pulled it down, “Perfect fit, your mother is such a good shopper. I love her taste. Reminds me of when we were young, she just loved shopping for me too.” Aunt Rose fussed with the slip and explained that it was a peti-slip, meaning that it was poofy at the bottom to help fill out my skirt. She went to the closet and I could hear hangers sliding back and forth and finally she returned. “Janet used to love this little dress, I think it was her first dress-up dress, now it is yours.”
Again, my arms went up and the dress slid down and after a bit of adjustment Aunt Rose zipped it up the back. It fit very snugly around my waist and when I looked in the mirror I could plainly see my breasts jutting out. Aunt Rose walked around me and smiled, “You are just darling, let’s get your hair finished and just a touch of rouge on those cheeks and you will be ready.
After brushing my hair back in the style she had before Aunt Rose said, “close your eyes, hold your breath, time for a touch of hair spray.” Before I could stop breathing she blasted my hair with a cool mist that smelled like my mother. It is funny how my nose picked up on scents that were part of my mother. I felt my little cock pressed hard against the girdle and instinctively put my hand down on it to hide it, it was there!
Aunt Rose gently pussy my hand away, “Now you must learn not to touch yourself there, little girls don’t do that in public. The girdle will hide all of that, we can talk about all of this when we get home. Set down, let’s get your anklets and shoes on. Aunt Rose dug in my suitcase again and came out with some little socks that had lace around the top. She pulled them on my feet and then went to the closet and brought back some shoes.
I had seen little girls at home wearing similar shoes, they were shiny black with a single strap to hold them on. Aunt Rose explained that they were “Mary Jane style shoes, they are so cute with your dress.”
“Come see,” Aunt Rose said as she held my hand and walked me over to the full length mirror, “you look so sweet, now be a dear and run into the living room and practice setting without spreading your legs apart. Remember, proper girls and women never spread their legs in public, what we have between them is not for public view.” Before sending me out the door she bent at the waist allowing me a nice view of her breasts and she kissed me on the nose. Then without expecting it she kissed me full on the lips.
Her lips were full and warm and I felt them part a bit and then something wet was pushing against mine, I was shocked and pulled away. “It’s okay honey, we can talk about that later as well,” as she pushed me out the door. As I walked down the long hallway I could feel her eyes on me and I turned to look over my shoulder, she was smiling at me and waved me on.
I could feel the stiff lacey layers of the peti-slip against my bare legs as I walked, my hands at my side could feel the fullness of my skirt. It felt strange to be dressed this way but I did not want to test Aunt Rose’s patience. Mom had warned me that “Aunt Rose is not used to back talk, you be good and do exactly as she says or you’ll be in real trouble.”
I walked into her living room and looked around. I had not come through this way when we arrived and I inspected everything in sight. There were pictures of her three daughters on the piano. Janet, the youngest, looked like she was about my age in the picture. Her hair was almost identical to my new style and what really seemed strange was that she was holding a model airplane and looked like a boy more than a girl. Yet her hair was just like mine and she was wearing pink shorts and a white t-shirt and clearly had little breasts like mine.
I moved to the other pictures, the oldest girl, Pam, was older in the picture and was standing with a boy that looked a lot like her husband now, I guessed it was them before they were married. The other girl, Lori, was the middle c***d and I had no idea how old she was in the picture. But she had very large breasts for her age and was wearing a skin tight t-shirt and shorts.
My hands went to my breasts, I could feel them standing proud of my chest but they were no way near as big as Lori’s. I looked back at Janet’s picture, as I fondled my breasts I guessed they were the same size. The picture bothered me, as much as most of her looked like a girl, there was something about it that did not seem right.
I heard Aunt Rose call to me, “Are you practicing your setting and standing? I better not have to tell you again.”
I didn’t know how she did it, it seemed like she always knew what I was doing. I moved to the couch and it was difficult for me at first to set down without spreading my legs. I tried to remember how Mom and Aunt Rose moved and tried several times. It seemed hard to do, but just as I thought I wouldn’t get the hang of it Aunt Rose walked it.
“There that is it Laura, keep your knees together.” Aunt Rose said and then picked up her purse and said, “It is time to go.”
I hesitated, I did not want to leave the house this way but knew I had to mind. “Don’t worry Laura, your little secret is between us girls, no one will ever guess, now don’t dawdle.”
We walked across the lawn, it felt strange when a breeze blew up my dress and it rose up. I pushed it down with my hands and Aunt Rose smiled with approval. I had trouble getting in the car because unlike when I left from home diving in head first was not “lady like.” Aunt Rose instructed me on how to get in and out and after a couple attempts we were headed down town.
“This will be a quick little dinner honey,” Aunt Rose said, “and then a little program. I promise when we get home us girls will chat about all your questions.”
At the church we were seated with a lot of mothers and their daughters, I learned it was a Mother Daughter banquet and I was introduced as Aunt Rose’s niece Laura. “She will be staying with me for a while, I have so much to teach her, so far she is a perfect angel and learns so quickly.”
One woman to my left put her hand on my bare knee and said, “you are so cute, I just love your hairdo and that is the sweetest dress.” I blushed and she remarked, “she is so precious Rose, she reminds me of Jane when she was this age and look how she turned out, a perfect young woman.”
The other mothers fawned over me and I blushed over and over and the other girls at the table glared at me with all the attention I was getting. Seated to my right was a girl about my age, she was wearing a similar dress and was kicking her feet back and forth under the table. Her mother scolded her to set still, “just look at Laura, a perfect little lady and you are being so naughty.” Her mother leaned over and introduced herself as Marge and “this is my daughter Jan, she is 10 tomorrow, how old are you.”
I had not spoken to this point and was afraid to say a word but managed to say, “10 years old last month.” As if the extra month would make a difference.
The meal went well, I managed to not spill anything and watched the others to make sure I ate properly. On the way home Aunt Rose said, “you were so sweet tonight Laura, such a perfect little lady.”
Then it was silence until we got home. Once in the house Aunt Rose took me to the bedroom and helped me out of my dress and peti-slip. “Let’s get you out of that girdle,” as she tugged it off. I felt free again, my little cock was all shrunk in and no worry about upsetting Aunt Rose by showing an erection.
You need to wear the bra from now on, I will get you another tomorrow morning but we need to get you used to wearing it. She went to my suitcase and pulled out some folded pajamas. Well I thought there were pajamas, but it was a long nightgown with little flowers all over the soft fuzzy material. My hands went up and the gown slid over my body. I looked down, my breasts in their bra showed through and for some strange reason I was pleased.
“I’ll get comfortable and be right back, you brush your teeth and use the toilet then get into bed.” Aunt Rose said as she left the room. She was humming that tune again as I watched her walk down the hall. Her broad hips swayed a bit and her skirt swished across her stocking covered legs. I could hear the sound of the fabric as it swished across them.
I did my bathroom chores being careful not to get anything on my gown and when I needed to pee I decided to set down so I wouldn’t miss the rim and make a mess. It felt strange to set on the toilet and look down at mint green panties around my ankles and breasts standing proud on my chest. I felt my cock harden a bit as I thought about it so cleared my head of the thoughts and finished up and slipped into bed.
I had just gotten under the covers when Aunt Rose returned in a long satin gown that was parted a little down the front. Her large breasts swayed from side to side and the slick satin didn’t make a sound as she came close. She pulled the covers back and slid into bed beside me.
She settled in close to me and wrapped an arm around me pulling me close to her. I picked up the scent of her perfume and the soft silky fabric felt good against my face. My head fell onto her shoulder and in this position I was just inches away from her breast. I watched it rise and fall as she breathed and then I noticed a bump form under the fabric.
I knew immediately it had to be her nipple and I felt my cock surge into full erectness at the sight.
Aunt Rose turned slightly towards me, placed her fingers under my chin and said, “this is how grown-ups kiss when they love each other,” and without a bit of hesitation her full red lips were on mine and I felt her tongue push between my lips. She was holding me tight so I had nowhere to go and without thinking I parted my lips and felt her tongue enter my mouth.
It was a wonderful feeling, not gross at all, and then she broke the kiss and held my face tight against her breast. “It is time to talk Sweetie,” Aunt Rose said. “Listen carefully and when I finish I will answer all your questions. You mom sent you here so I could train you to be a perfect little lady, just like she did to me so many years ago.”
This sounded very strange to me, she continued, “you see honey, your Mom and I felt you would make a better girl than a boy, just like Jane, I trained her and now she is a beautiful young woman. She was a rough and tumble little boy when I adopted her and it didn’t take long to make her into a perfect little girl. Before this had all settled in I felt Aunt Rose take my hand under the covers and moved it down between her legs. I became rigid, afraid of what she was doing, she shushed me, and pulled my hand between her legs. She had a cock, a huge hard cock that was pulsing just like mine did when I thought dirty thoughts.
I knew what a girdle was before Aunt Rose told me, I had seen them in magazine ads and I know women wore them to look skinny. I worried instantly that Aunt Rose thought I was fat and looked into her eyes. I think she could read my mind as she said, “Look honey, that little thing of yours is going to need a little training and until we get it under control this girdle will keep it out of sight. I really don’t think you need a girdle but your mother did send it along and I know she shopped for it with you in mind, it is brand new and NOT her size.”
I blushed at the thought of my mother going to a store to buy me a girdle, “what was all this about?” I questioned in my pre-adolescent mind. “Why would Mom buy me a girdle,” was the look on my face as I immediately noticed Aunt Rose smile and she said, “Not now Laura, let’s get you ready for the church social.”
I stepped into one leg of the girdle and felt the cold metal clip I had seen on Aunt Rose’s stocking. As I tried to step into the other leg I nearly lost my balance and grabbed at Aunt Rose. My hands rested on her shoulders and I could feel her bra straps through the dress. I wondered if mine felt the same.
Aunt Rose tugged on the girdle and slowly pulled it up, she placed the palm of her hand over my small cock and balls as she pulled it in place. The warmth of her hand and the slickness of the panty against my hard cock felt so dreamy. Then her hand was gone and the girdle hugged me as if her hand was still there. I looked down as she tugged and pulled at the waistband getting it exactly the way she wanted.
My cock was barely visible, more of a shadow than a bump about 3 inches long. The panties no longer felt slick, I was all hemmed in with the stretchy fabric. The girdle had a shiny satin panel in front, sort of an oval shaped affair with stitching all around it. There was a little blue flower in the center of the waistband and there were also shiny panels down the sides of my legs.
“There, let me look,” Aunt Rose said as she took my hand and twirled me around. I felt her hand on my butt, and looked at my reflection in the mirror over my shoulder. The back of the girdle was the same shiny material as the front and I could see bumps in back that Aunt Rose explained were garters, “but we won’t need them tonight, you are way too young to show up with hose.”
As Rose looked at my new figure and spun me around she mumbled, “such a shame, that little round butt of yours is so flat, I hope your skirt looks okay.”
I trembled again, this wasn’t just a game she was playing, she had every intention of dressing me up as a girl. I knew better than to protest but I was concerned none the less. Aunt Rose went back to my suitcase and pulled out a new slip, it still had a tag on it. It wasn’t like the one I was wearing when we started, it was very lacey and full with lots of layers on the bottom part.
“This will help,” Aunt Rose said as she slipped it over my arms that went up without being told. She pulled it down, “Perfect fit, your mother is such a good shopper. I love her taste. Reminds me of when we were young, she just loved shopping for me too.” Aunt Rose fussed with the slip and explained that it was a peti-slip, meaning that it was poofy at the bottom to help fill out my skirt. She went to the closet and I could hear hangers sliding back and forth and finally she returned. “Janet used to love this little dress, I think it was her first dress-up dress, now it is yours.”
Again, my arms went up and the dress slid down and after a bit of adjustment Aunt Rose zipped it up the back. It fit very snugly around my waist and when I looked in the mirror I could plainly see my breasts jutting out. Aunt Rose walked around me and smiled, “You are just darling, let’s get your hair finished and just a touch of rouge on those cheeks and you will be ready.
After brushing my hair back in the style she had before Aunt Rose said, “close your eyes, hold your breath, time for a touch of hair spray.” Before I could stop breathing she blasted my hair with a cool mist that smelled like my mother. It is funny how my nose picked up on scents that were part of my mother. I felt my little cock pressed hard against the girdle and instinctively put my hand down on it to hide it, it was there!
Aunt Rose gently pussy my hand away, “Now you must learn not to touch yourself there, little girls don’t do that in public. The girdle will hide all of that, we can talk about all of this when we get home. Set down, let’s get your anklets and shoes on. Aunt Rose dug in my suitcase again and came out with some little socks that had lace around the top. She pulled them on my feet and then went to the closet and brought back some shoes.
I had seen little girls at home wearing similar shoes, they were shiny black with a single strap to hold them on. Aunt Rose explained that they were “Mary Jane style shoes, they are so cute with your dress.”
“Come see,” Aunt Rose said as she held my hand and walked me over to the full length mirror, “you look so sweet, now be a dear and run into the living room and practice setting without spreading your legs apart. Remember, proper girls and women never spread their legs in public, what we have between them is not for public view.” Before sending me out the door she bent at the waist allowing me a nice view of her breasts and she kissed me on the nose. Then without expecting it she kissed me full on the lips.
Her lips were full and warm and I felt them part a bit and then something wet was pushing against mine, I was shocked and pulled away. “It’s okay honey, we can talk about that later as well,” as she pushed me out the door. As I walked down the long hallway I could feel her eyes on me and I turned to look over my shoulder, she was smiling at me and waved me on.
I could feel the stiff lacey layers of the peti-slip against my bare legs as I walked, my hands at my side could feel the fullness of my skirt. It felt strange to be dressed this way but I did not want to test Aunt Rose’s patience. Mom had warned me that “Aunt Rose is not used to back talk, you be good and do exactly as she says or you’ll be in real trouble.”
I walked into her living room and looked around. I had not come through this way when we arrived and I inspected everything in sight. There were pictures of her three daughters on the piano. Janet, the youngest, looked like she was about my age in the picture. Her hair was almost identical to my new style and what really seemed strange was that she was holding a model airplane and looked like a boy more than a girl. Yet her hair was just like mine and she was wearing pink shorts and a white t-shirt and clearly had little breasts like mine.
I moved to the other pictures, the oldest girl, Pam, was older in the picture and was standing with a boy that looked a lot like her husband now, I guessed it was them before they were married. The other girl, Lori, was the middle c***d and I had no idea how old she was in the picture. But she had very large breasts for her age and was wearing a skin tight t-shirt and shorts.
My hands went to my breasts, I could feel them standing proud of my chest but they were no way near as big as Lori’s. I looked back at Janet’s picture, as I fondled my breasts I guessed they were the same size. The picture bothered me, as much as most of her looked like a girl, there was something about it that did not seem right.
I heard Aunt Rose call to me, “Are you practicing your setting and standing? I better not have to tell you again.”
I didn’t know how she did it, it seemed like she always knew what I was doing. I moved to the couch and it was difficult for me at first to set down without spreading my legs. I tried to remember how Mom and Aunt Rose moved and tried several times. It seemed hard to do, but just as I thought I wouldn’t get the hang of it Aunt Rose walked it.
“There that is it Laura, keep your knees together.” Aunt Rose said and then picked up her purse and said, “It is time to go.”
I hesitated, I did not want to leave the house this way but knew I had to mind. “Don’t worry Laura, your little secret is between us girls, no one will ever guess, now don’t dawdle.”
We walked across the lawn, it felt strange when a breeze blew up my dress and it rose up. I pushed it down with my hands and Aunt Rose smiled with approval. I had trouble getting in the car because unlike when I left from home diving in head first was not “lady like.” Aunt Rose instructed me on how to get in and out and after a couple attempts we were headed down town.
“This will be a quick little dinner honey,” Aunt Rose said, “and then a little program. I promise when we get home us girls will chat about all your questions.”
At the church we were seated with a lot of mothers and their daughters, I learned it was a Mother Daughter banquet and I was introduced as Aunt Rose’s niece Laura. “She will be staying with me for a while, I have so much to teach her, so far she is a perfect angel and learns so quickly.”
One woman to my left put her hand on my bare knee and said, “you are so cute, I just love your hairdo and that is the sweetest dress.” I blushed and she remarked, “she is so precious Rose, she reminds me of Jane when she was this age and look how she turned out, a perfect young woman.”
The other mothers fawned over me and I blushed over and over and the other girls at the table glared at me with all the attention I was getting. Seated to my right was a girl about my age, she was wearing a similar dress and was kicking her feet back and forth under the table. Her mother scolded her to set still, “just look at Laura, a perfect little lady and you are being so naughty.” Her mother leaned over and introduced herself as Marge and “this is my daughter Jan, she is 10 tomorrow, how old are you.”
I had not spoken to this point and was afraid to say a word but managed to say, “10 years old last month.” As if the extra month would make a difference.
The meal went well, I managed to not spill anything and watched the others to make sure I ate properly. On the way home Aunt Rose said, “you were so sweet tonight Laura, such a perfect little lady.”
Then it was silence until we got home. Once in the house Aunt Rose took me to the bedroom and helped me out of my dress and peti-slip. “Let’s get you out of that girdle,” as she tugged it off. I felt free again, my little cock was all shrunk in and no worry about upsetting Aunt Rose by showing an erection.
You need to wear the bra from now on, I will get you another tomorrow morning but we need to get you used to wearing it. She went to my suitcase and pulled out some folded pajamas. Well I thought there were pajamas, but it was a long nightgown with little flowers all over the soft fuzzy material. My hands went up and the gown slid over my body. I looked down, my breasts in their bra showed through and for some strange reason I was pleased.
“I’ll get comfortable and be right back, you brush your teeth and use the toilet then get into bed.” Aunt Rose said as she left the room. She was humming that tune again as I watched her walk down the hall. Her broad hips swayed a bit and her skirt swished across her stocking covered legs. I could hear the sound of the fabric as it swished across them.
I did my bathroom chores being careful not to get anything on my gown and when I needed to pee I decided to set down so I wouldn’t miss the rim and make a mess. It felt strange to set on the toilet and look down at mint green panties around my ankles and breasts standing proud on my chest. I felt my cock harden a bit as I thought about it so cleared my head of the thoughts and finished up and slipped into bed.
I had just gotten under the covers when Aunt Rose returned in a long satin gown that was parted a little down the front. Her large breasts swayed from side to side and the slick satin didn’t make a sound as she came close. She pulled the covers back and slid into bed beside me.
She settled in close to me and wrapped an arm around me pulling me close to her. I picked up the scent of her perfume and the soft silky fabric felt good against my face. My head fell onto her shoulder and in this position I was just inches away from her breast. I watched it rise and fall as she breathed and then I noticed a bump form under the fabric.
I knew immediately it had to be her nipple and I felt my cock surge into full erectness at the sight.
Aunt Rose turned slightly towards me, placed her fingers under my chin and said, “this is how grown-ups kiss when they love each other,” and without a bit of hesitation her full red lips were on mine and I felt her tongue push between my lips. She was holding me tight so I had nowhere to go and without thinking I parted my lips and felt her tongue enter my mouth.
It was a wonderful feeling, not gross at all, and then she broke the kiss and held my face tight against her breast. “It is time to talk Sweetie,” Aunt Rose said. “Listen carefully and when I finish I will answer all your questions. You mom sent you here so I could train you to be a perfect little lady, just like she did to me so many years ago.”
This sounded very strange to me, she continued, “you see honey, your Mom and I felt you would make a better girl than a boy, just like Jane, I trained her and now she is a beautiful young woman. She was a rough and tumble little boy when I adopted her and it didn’t take long to make her into a perfect little girl. Before this had all settled in I felt Aunt Rose take my hand under the covers and moved it down between her legs. I became rigid, afraid of what she was doing, she shushed me, and pulled my hand between her legs. She had a cock, a huge hard cock that was pulsing just like mine did when I thought dirty thoughts.
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