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If you have not read the first chapter of this sage I suggest you start there before reading this story, which is a total fabrication and fantasy. If you are bothered by taboo subject matter then don’t read this story.
Aunt Rose held the panties out for me to step into. I was shocked to the point I did not know what to do. I had come to visit her while my parents went to Europe for the summer and on my very first day with her I had taken a bath and experienced my very first orgasm at the age of 10. I didn’t even have a name for what had happened, but my little cock got so hard and then the feeling of extreme pleasure gripped my body and something shot out the tip of my cock.
Aunt Rose had walked in on me and held my shrinking cock as I came down from my first cum and now she wanted me to put on a pink panty. It was so silky looking that it seemed to shimmer in the late afternoon sunlight streaming in the window. I hesitated; I was confused yet strangely attracted to the thought of the panties. And then it hit me, why did she call me Laura? My name was Larry.
“Please Laura;” Aunt Rose said with a bit of sternness in her voice, “We have so much to do before we go out to dinner.” As she said that she moved the panty from side to side letting it shimmer seductively in the light and opened it inviting me to step into the feminine garment. I had no idea what lie ahead for me, as I have mentioned, my mother is the only female in the house and at my age had not yet started snooping around for sexual things.
I lifted my foot and stepped into the cool nylon panty; it slid along my ankle and felt so soft and silky that I felt that familiar hardness again. My immediate reaction was to cover myself but Aunt Rose brushed my hand aside, “We don’t have time for that now Laura,” and she beckoned me step into the other leg opening, again fluttering the panty seductively.
Years later I would remember this first step into the person I am today, it was so innocent and not at all a harsh conversion from what I was to what I became. Aunt Rose pulled the panty up slowly and as it got to my now erect cock she pulled the frilly lace waistband over it sliding the delicate fabric across the tip. The feeling of the cool nylon caused my little cock to jerk and I was so embarrassed.
“Don’t worry honey,” Aunt Laura said, “the panty has a bit of stretch to it and will hold that thing snugly out of sight.”
She was right, my hard little pecker was held closely to my bald little pubic area, I had not started sprouting any hair and the softness of my skin on one side and the silkiness of the panty on the other made me feel all gooey inside.
“Beautiful,” Aunt Rose exclaimed as she gently patted my round little butt, “I love that you have such a sweet little bottom, you look just darling.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by that but as I looked over my shoulder in the mirror I could see my butt covered with the panty. It was such a bright pink and had little hearts all over it and as I shifted from one foot to the other I could feel the fabric across my butt, and of course that caused that wonderful feeling in the tip of my cock.
“Now stop that squirming Laura,” Aunt Rose said with mock anger and a little grin, “Big girls learn to control themselves, if you keep messing around your little thing is going to squirt again, trust me, Aunt Rose knows these things.”
As her voice trailed off she turned towards the bed and from her kneeling position her legs parted and I could see up her skirt. She was wearing nylon stockings like the ones I had seen hanging in the shower at home. They had this wide band of darker fabric at the top and for the first time I knew how women kept the on. I could see little clips (Aunt Rose told me later about garters). I tried not to stare and as my eyes moved away from her legs I could see down the front of her dress again. Her large breasts swayed seductively under the fabric and were held in place by what I knew was a bra.
I loved looking down her top for some reason, I knew women had breasts and had always been curious if they were hard like a balloon or if they were soft. Aunt Rose stretched towards the bed and pulled something out from under a pillow and told me to turn and face the mirror.
She rose up on her knees; her face was just over my shoulder looking at me in the mirror. “I have this special gift for you honey,” Aunt Rose said with a twinkle in her eye, “put your hands out a bit,” and as I did she slipped the straps of a bra over my hands and pulled it slowly up my arms.
It was like the whole world was in slow motion. The pretty pink bra had a satin look to it, the cups were sort of rigid looking and there was a pretty little flower and bow right in the middle. As Aunt Rose pulled it up my arms I could feel her warm breath on my neck and my hard little cock throbbed just like it did in the tub before I felt that cramp deep inside that ended my first orgasm.
Aunt Rose must have anticipated what this was doing to me and quickly pulled the bra in place and hooked it in the back. Before I could really see it in place she spun me around and pulled the front of my panty down, grabbed my little cock by the tip and pinched it so hard I nearly doubled over. The pleasure I had felt was gone in an instant and my hard little pecker immediately shrunk to the little nub it was when I wasn’t thinking dirty thoughts.
She pulled the panty back up and smiled as she looked into my face, “We will have these moments Laura, don’t worry, Aunt Rose knows how to handle such things. There is a time and a place for ‘that’,” she emphasized ‘that’ very heavily yet continued smiling.
“Now let’s see how this looks,” she said and spun me around towards the mirror. I was shocked to see my reflection, my chest had been transformed, “I have tits!” I screamed in my head. I looked down and could see the cups pulled against my chubby little boy boobs, hiding them but making them look bigger than they were.
“It is a padded training bra Laura,” Aunt Rose explained. “I think you will look so sweet when we finish dressing you, let’s get you into your slip and then do something with your hair.” She did not wait but pulled a white nylon garment out from under the pillow where the bra had been and had me put my hands over my head. I watched as the silky fabric slide over my arms and down across my hairless little boy body. It slid into place covering my bra and panties and made me look like I was wearing a dress.
“Over here Laura,” Aunt Rose said patting a stool in front of the vanity dresser. I had not seen her move across the room; I was so enthralled with my image in the mirror. I walked slowly over to the stool and felt the slip swish across my legs, it felt wonderful and my little pecker throbbed a bit in pleasure but did not harden, it felt like it had pulled completely inside me like it does on cold winter days and at the pool when the water is cool.
“Now what are we going to do with this mop of hair, when was the last time your mother had it cut?”
“Mom said I could grow it longer Aunt Rose, all the guys are doing it?” I said as I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. All across the top of the vanity were bottles of all sorts of stuff, just like on my Mom’s vanity. I had no idea what was in them, I assumed they were all perfume.
“Well I think we should let it grow out a bit, but we need to shape it up a bit. I was looking at my slip and I could see the bra through the fabric of the slip. Both of them had a luster to them that I found pleasing in a strange way. I had never really thought about such things before this moment.
There was a sudden flash of dark fabric and my reflection vanished for a second. Aunt Rose wrapped a cloth around me just like at the barber shop and covered my body from my neck down. She pulled out a comb from a drawer and a pair of scissors. She began combing and clipping and I watched as my dark hair fell across the cover. The bits of hair, small but in clumps, would tumble to the top of my breasts and then hang there.
I was captured with the image of this and could see the tips of my breasts rise and fall with each breath. Aunt Rose was humming a little tune as she worked and kept pulling my head up until I felt a crack on the back of my head with the comb, “Now set still Laura, we need to get this done or we will be late.”
It was not a painful rap from the comb, but it reinforced in my mind that Aunt Rose, although a loving person was in charge. I folded my hands in my lap and felt the nub of my little pecker encased in the nylon panty poking my hands. I pulled hard against it with my hand and it responded by hardening a bit. I cautiously unclenched my fingers and moved a hand under the cover to feel the silky fabric. I could feel the lacey waistband of the panty through the fabric and traced a finger across it.
I was careful not to move my head but my eyes were unfocused on what Aunt Rose was doing as I explored my new garments. It was like I could see my hand moving across my body even though I was covered. The cover hid my hands and I used this opportunity to move my hands up my tummy and cupped my boy boobs in the new bra. I could feel the spongy material of the bra, it had looked so rigid when she slipped it on me but now it felt soft.
When I pushed a finger against the tip of the cup I could feel my puffy little boy nipple under the satin fabric, like my cock in the nylon panties, I loved the feel of the slick fabric against me. My cock, now fully hard again pressed against the double nylon of my panties and slip and I pushed it from side to side very slowly. It felt beyond description as I continued fondling my breast and swishing my cock.
Then the cramp came, this time harder than before and I stopped touching myself. I thought it would stop but I was wrong. I felt that flush in my face, that deep cramp inside me and then the jerking in my cock. I felt the warm fluid come out the tip of my cock and wet my panties and when I moved a finger over it was shocked that it had soaked through the slip as well.
It was creamy feeling and so warm, but it cooled quickly and my cock shrank out of sight feeling gooey and wet in the wet nylon panty. The flush continued and as my eyes focused on my reflection for the first time I saw Aunt Rose looking into my eyes. “She knows,” I thought in my mind and a redness of embarrassment flushed me further in the face.
I was shocked to see my hair, it was styled like a girl, my face was framed in the hair and she had made bangs out of the shock of unkempt hair that I rarely combed. But there was no time for this now; I was busted in the next instant.
Aunt Rose pulled the cover off me, the bits of hair dropping to the carpet around me. “Now Laura we are going to need to talk about that thing of yours.” She said in a stern voice as she twisted me around on the stool. She knelt down and looked me straight in the eyes. I didn’t see anger but I knew she was not happy that I had caused the mess.
She looked down at the wet spot at the juncture of my legs and torso, “We need to clean this up honey, I should have done something about this before we started, it is my fault.” She said as she stood and pulled me up. The creamy liquid felt cold and slippery against my body and the panty clung to the wetness.
Aunt Rose pulled the slip off over my head messing up my hair, “Don’t worry Sweetie, we can finish your hair when we get this cleaned up.” Aunt Rose hung the slip over the back of a chair and tuned towards my suitcase on the bed. “Take those soiled panties off please,” she said as she opened my suitcase.
I was reluctant, not because I didn’t want her to see my bare pecker, but because I sort of like the feel of the panties and now that she was digging in my suitcase I knew my tighty whitey underwear would be next. Aunt Rose picked through the case with her back towards me, seemed pleased with what she saw, and then turned around.
“I will get a cloth to clean you up, don’t move from that spot Laura.” Aunt Rose went to the bathroom and returned with a soft washcloth and cleaned the creamy white stuff off of me, the cloth felt rough on the tip of my cock as she cleaned me up. She patted me dry with a towel and then reached up on the vanity and pulled a container and dusted my cock with sweet smelling powder.
“Don’t move,” Aunt Rose ordered, and returned to my suitcase. “This should solve our problem, she said as she held out another panty for me to step into.
I was shocked beyond belief; it was a mint green nylon panty with white lace all over the leg openings and around the waistband. I couldn’t believe they came out of my suitcase but I saw her take them out. With these pulled up on my body Aunt Rose twisted and pulled something else out of the suitcase, “I didn’t want to start you out this way,” Aunt Rose said as she turned to face me, “But we just can’t have that thing of yours giving us this trouble.”
I looked down and saw a strange garment; it was pure white and looked too small for me to wear. “This is what us girls call a girdle Laura, little girls like you usually don’t need to wear one, but since that thing of yours just won’t stay in control we will use this for now. I am so happy your mother sent it along, she must have known that you’d have this problem.”
Aunt Rose held the panties out for me to step into. I was shocked to the point I did not know what to do. I had come to visit her while my parents went to Europe for the summer and on my very first day with her I had taken a bath and experienced my very first orgasm at the age of 10. I didn’t even have a name for what had happened, but my little cock got so hard and then the feeling of extreme pleasure gripped my body and something shot out the tip of my cock.
Aunt Rose had walked in on me and held my shrinking cock as I came down from my first cum and now she wanted me to put on a pink panty. It was so silky looking that it seemed to shimmer in the late afternoon sunlight streaming in the window. I hesitated; I was confused yet strangely attracted to the thought of the panties. And then it hit me, why did she call me Laura? My name was Larry.
“Please Laura;” Aunt Rose said with a bit of sternness in her voice, “We have so much to do before we go out to dinner.” As she said that she moved the panty from side to side letting it shimmer seductively in the light and opened it inviting me to step into the feminine garment. I had no idea what lie ahead for me, as I have mentioned, my mother is the only female in the house and at my age had not yet started snooping around for sexual things.
I lifted my foot and stepped into the cool nylon panty; it slid along my ankle and felt so soft and silky that I felt that familiar hardness again. My immediate reaction was to cover myself but Aunt Rose brushed my hand aside, “We don’t have time for that now Laura,” and she beckoned me step into the other leg opening, again fluttering the panty seductively.
Years later I would remember this first step into the person I am today, it was so innocent and not at all a harsh conversion from what I was to what I became. Aunt Rose pulled the panty up slowly and as it got to my now erect cock she pulled the frilly lace waistband over it sliding the delicate fabric across the tip. The feeling of the cool nylon caused my little cock to jerk and I was so embarrassed.
“Don’t worry honey,” Aunt Laura said, “the panty has a bit of stretch to it and will hold that thing snugly out of sight.”
She was right, my hard little pecker was held closely to my bald little pubic area, I had not started sprouting any hair and the softness of my skin on one side and the silkiness of the panty on the other made me feel all gooey inside.
“Beautiful,” Aunt Rose exclaimed as she gently patted my round little butt, “I love that you have such a sweet little bottom, you look just darling.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by that but as I looked over my shoulder in the mirror I could see my butt covered with the panty. It was such a bright pink and had little hearts all over it and as I shifted from one foot to the other I could feel the fabric across my butt, and of course that caused that wonderful feeling in the tip of my cock.
“Now stop that squirming Laura,” Aunt Rose said with mock anger and a little grin, “Big girls learn to control themselves, if you keep messing around your little thing is going to squirt again, trust me, Aunt Rose knows these things.”
As her voice trailed off she turned towards the bed and from her kneeling position her legs parted and I could see up her skirt. She was wearing nylon stockings like the ones I had seen hanging in the shower at home. They had this wide band of darker fabric at the top and for the first time I knew how women kept the on. I could see little clips (Aunt Rose told me later about garters). I tried not to stare and as my eyes moved away from her legs I could see down the front of her dress again. Her large breasts swayed seductively under the fabric and were held in place by what I knew was a bra.
I loved looking down her top for some reason, I knew women had breasts and had always been curious if they were hard like a balloon or if they were soft. Aunt Rose stretched towards the bed and pulled something out from under a pillow and told me to turn and face the mirror.
She rose up on her knees; her face was just over my shoulder looking at me in the mirror. “I have this special gift for you honey,” Aunt Rose said with a twinkle in her eye, “put your hands out a bit,” and as I did she slipped the straps of a bra over my hands and pulled it slowly up my arms.
It was like the whole world was in slow motion. The pretty pink bra had a satin look to it, the cups were sort of rigid looking and there was a pretty little flower and bow right in the middle. As Aunt Rose pulled it up my arms I could feel her warm breath on my neck and my hard little cock throbbed just like it did in the tub before I felt that cramp deep inside that ended my first orgasm.
Aunt Rose must have anticipated what this was doing to me and quickly pulled the bra in place and hooked it in the back. Before I could really see it in place she spun me around and pulled the front of my panty down, grabbed my little cock by the tip and pinched it so hard I nearly doubled over. The pleasure I had felt was gone in an instant and my hard little pecker immediately shrunk to the little nub it was when I wasn’t thinking dirty thoughts.
She pulled the panty back up and smiled as she looked into my face, “We will have these moments Laura, don’t worry, Aunt Rose knows how to handle such things. There is a time and a place for ‘that’,” she emphasized ‘that’ very heavily yet continued smiling.
“Now let’s see how this looks,” she said and spun me around towards the mirror. I was shocked to see my reflection, my chest had been transformed, “I have tits!” I screamed in my head. I looked down and could see the cups pulled against my chubby little boy boobs, hiding them but making them look bigger than they were.
“It is a padded training bra Laura,” Aunt Rose explained. “I think you will look so sweet when we finish dressing you, let’s get you into your slip and then do something with your hair.” She did not wait but pulled a white nylon garment out from under the pillow where the bra had been and had me put my hands over my head. I watched as the silky fabric slide over my arms and down across my hairless little boy body. It slid into place covering my bra and panties and made me look like I was wearing a dress.
“Over here Laura,” Aunt Rose said patting a stool in front of the vanity dresser. I had not seen her move across the room; I was so enthralled with my image in the mirror. I walked slowly over to the stool and felt the slip swish across my legs, it felt wonderful and my little pecker throbbed a bit in pleasure but did not harden, it felt like it had pulled completely inside me like it does on cold winter days and at the pool when the water is cool.
“Now what are we going to do with this mop of hair, when was the last time your mother had it cut?”
“Mom said I could grow it longer Aunt Rose, all the guys are doing it?” I said as I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. All across the top of the vanity were bottles of all sorts of stuff, just like on my Mom’s vanity. I had no idea what was in them, I assumed they were all perfume.
“Well I think we should let it grow out a bit, but we need to shape it up a bit. I was looking at my slip and I could see the bra through the fabric of the slip. Both of them had a luster to them that I found pleasing in a strange way. I had never really thought about such things before this moment.
There was a sudden flash of dark fabric and my reflection vanished for a second. Aunt Rose wrapped a cloth around me just like at the barber shop and covered my body from my neck down. She pulled out a comb from a drawer and a pair of scissors. She began combing and clipping and I watched as my dark hair fell across the cover. The bits of hair, small but in clumps, would tumble to the top of my breasts and then hang there.
I was captured with the image of this and could see the tips of my breasts rise and fall with each breath. Aunt Rose was humming a little tune as she worked and kept pulling my head up until I felt a crack on the back of my head with the comb, “Now set still Laura, we need to get this done or we will be late.”
It was not a painful rap from the comb, but it reinforced in my mind that Aunt Rose, although a loving person was in charge. I folded my hands in my lap and felt the nub of my little pecker encased in the nylon panty poking my hands. I pulled hard against it with my hand and it responded by hardening a bit. I cautiously unclenched my fingers and moved a hand under the cover to feel the silky fabric. I could feel the lacey waistband of the panty through the fabric and traced a finger across it.
I was careful not to move my head but my eyes were unfocused on what Aunt Rose was doing as I explored my new garments. It was like I could see my hand moving across my body even though I was covered. The cover hid my hands and I used this opportunity to move my hands up my tummy and cupped my boy boobs in the new bra. I could feel the spongy material of the bra, it had looked so rigid when she slipped it on me but now it felt soft.
When I pushed a finger against the tip of the cup I could feel my puffy little boy nipple under the satin fabric, like my cock in the nylon panties, I loved the feel of the slick fabric against me. My cock, now fully hard again pressed against the double nylon of my panties and slip and I pushed it from side to side very slowly. It felt beyond description as I continued fondling my breast and swishing my cock.
Then the cramp came, this time harder than before and I stopped touching myself. I thought it would stop but I was wrong. I felt that flush in my face, that deep cramp inside me and then the jerking in my cock. I felt the warm fluid come out the tip of my cock and wet my panties and when I moved a finger over it was shocked that it had soaked through the slip as well.
It was creamy feeling and so warm, but it cooled quickly and my cock shrank out of sight feeling gooey and wet in the wet nylon panty. The flush continued and as my eyes focused on my reflection for the first time I saw Aunt Rose looking into my eyes. “She knows,” I thought in my mind and a redness of embarrassment flushed me further in the face.
I was shocked to see my hair, it was styled like a girl, my face was framed in the hair and she had made bangs out of the shock of unkempt hair that I rarely combed. But there was no time for this now; I was busted in the next instant.
Aunt Rose pulled the cover off me, the bits of hair dropping to the carpet around me. “Now Laura we are going to need to talk about that thing of yours.” She said in a stern voice as she twisted me around on the stool. She knelt down and looked me straight in the eyes. I didn’t see anger but I knew she was not happy that I had caused the mess.
She looked down at the wet spot at the juncture of my legs and torso, “We need to clean this up honey, I should have done something about this before we started, it is my fault.” She said as she stood and pulled me up. The creamy liquid felt cold and slippery against my body and the panty clung to the wetness.
Aunt Rose pulled the slip off over my head messing up my hair, “Don’t worry Sweetie, we can finish your hair when we get this cleaned up.” Aunt Rose hung the slip over the back of a chair and tuned towards my suitcase on the bed. “Take those soiled panties off please,” she said as she opened my suitcase.
I was reluctant, not because I didn’t want her to see my bare pecker, but because I sort of like the feel of the panties and now that she was digging in my suitcase I knew my tighty whitey underwear would be next. Aunt Rose picked through the case with her back towards me, seemed pleased with what she saw, and then turned around.
“I will get a cloth to clean you up, don’t move from that spot Laura.” Aunt Rose went to the bathroom and returned with a soft washcloth and cleaned the creamy white stuff off of me, the cloth felt rough on the tip of my cock as she cleaned me up. She patted me dry with a towel and then reached up on the vanity and pulled a container and dusted my cock with sweet smelling powder.
“Don’t move,” Aunt Rose ordered, and returned to my suitcase. “This should solve our problem, she said as she held out another panty for me to step into.
I was shocked beyond belief; it was a mint green nylon panty with white lace all over the leg openings and around the waistband. I couldn’t believe they came out of my suitcase but I saw her take them out. With these pulled up on my body Aunt Rose twisted and pulled something else out of the suitcase, “I didn’t want to start you out this way,” Aunt Rose said as she turned to face me, “But we just can’t have that thing of yours giving us this trouble.”
I looked down and saw a strange garment; it was pure white and looked too small for me to wear. “This is what us girls call a girdle Laura, little girls like you usually don’t need to wear one, but since that thing of yours just won’t stay in control we will use this for now. I am so happy your mother sent it along, she must have known that you’d have this problem.”
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