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GED.TXT Gary's Education & Discipline by Vanessa Y. The city police referred to Gary Edwards as a "regular customer." That was quite a distinction since Gary was only 14 years old. His list of offenses ranged from shoplifting to consumption of alcohol by a minor, to simple assault. He spent as much time being suspended from school as in school. Numerous letters to Gary's parents didn't succeed in toning down the boy's temper. Gary's mother, Barbara, cringed every time the phone would ring for fear that it would be another in a long list of what her boy had done. She had tried counseling, church, boy scouts, big brothers, and a number of things to aid her troubled son, but nothing seemed to work. She had made a few calls to Military Schools, but even they refused to work with such an undisciplined child. Barbara's job as a parent was made much more difficult because she was by herself, trying to raise Gary and his two smaller sisters. Gary only had faint recollection of his dad, and his brothers did not really know him at all. Barbara knew that she had lost all control over her son, and something drastic had to be done. She felt a sense of failure, but wanted to try and provide a decent home for her other children, and some peace of mind for herself, but she didn't know where to turn. One afternoon Barbara made a life changing call to her Aunt, a woman in her mid-50's, who lived ten hours from the Edward's suburban Cleveland home. She poured her heart out to her favorite Aunt, crying as she told her how she had failed so miserably at being a mother. Her Aunt, Maureen Johnson, listened sympathetically as Barbara unloaded several years of frustration. Finally, it was her turn to speak. "Barbara, what you have is a child with no discipline. You've had to work to support a family, plus pay attention to two other little ones, and that hasn't left much time for the one with the difficulties. Now that's not all your fault, but you do need some help with him." Maureen laid out her plan. She practically insisted that Gary would come and spend the summer with her. That would give Barbara a much-needed break, and she would provide Gary with the attention and discipline he needed. Barbara accepted her aunt's generous offer. The peace would do her good, and she just hoped that it would help Gary. That evening, when Gary came in (about 12:30 a.m.) Barbara met him at the door. She thought she smelled beer on him, but this time didn't say anything about it. "Gary, I've made a decision. We just can't go on this way anymore. I can't take another call from the police or the school. Its upsetting the whole family." "Well, what are you going to do about it?" Gary asked in a challenging way. "In two weeks you'll be going to stay with my Aunt Maureen for the summer. She offered to let you stay and I think its a good idea." "I'm not going anywhere. She lives out in the sticks, and none of my friends are there. I won't go." "I'm afraid its all settled." Gary glared at his mother and started for the door. "If you don't want me around, fine. I'm outta here," he hollered as he slammed the door behind him. Barbara knew better than to try and bring him in. Sadly, with tears welling up in her eyes, she closed the door behind him. She did not hear from her rebellious son for two days. She knew instinctively when the phone rang it would be from Gary. "Mom, I'm in jail." When Gary left his house, he was picked up by his friends that night in a stolen car. They spent the next day partying and driving the new Oldsmobile. They were more than intoxicated when they were arrested for grand larceny, and the driver for dwi. Barbara decided to let her son stay in jail, and refused to post a bond for him. He let out a flood of profanity when she told him he was going to stay where he was. Barbara did consult the attorney who had represented Gary before, and told him of the offer Maureen had made. He thought that a summer away would do the boy some good. The lawyer presented a plan to the district attorney to keep Gary incarcerated until such time as he could be placed in the custody of Maureen Johnson. The court system was overloaded anyway, so it worked out well. Three weeks in prison were taking there toll on the boy. No freedom, no stereo, no friends (the other boys had been bailed out long ago). Although he was isolated from the adult inmates, he still was afraid of them. He was small for his age anyway. What he lacked in size he always made up for in mouth, which got him into trouble. Several times he heard the older inmates say they wanted him for a "bitch." He wasn't sure what all that meant, but knew he didn't want to find out. Gary felt alone and scared, and he started thinking he didn't want to spend his life behind bars, which was what everyone was telling him was going to happen if he didn't change his ways. The morning of June 1st a guard opened his cell. Gary was escorted in handcuffs to a visiting room. Standing before him was his great aunt. His last contact with her was about 5 years ago, when he was 8. She was a statuesque woman. She did not smile as she looked at the boy with dirty hands and hair. Maureen stood an impressive 5'9", about five inches taller than Gary. She wore a grey suit with a white blouse. Her brunette hair carefully done. Her nails were well- manicured and polished in red. She was well-proportioned and full-figured. She looked all business and no nonsense as she stood in the room. She signed a number of papers that gave her custody of the boy. Still in his jail uniform and handcuffs, Gary was put into the back of the police car, and Maureen eventually came and got into her car. It had been arranged for Gary to be transported all of the way to Maureen's home so that he could not attempt to escape or run away before he got there. All day long Gary sat in the car, only allowed out for two bathroom breaks. He had to eat in the car. He was never out of his handcuffs the whole trip. Eventually the cars exited from the interstate, and began a long trek through country roads, eventually turning onto a dirt road that made its way back through some woods to a home three miles from the nearest blacktop road. The officers opened the door for Gary to get out. The young boy held out his hands to them in order to have the handcuffs taken off. They just smiled at him, got in the car and drove off. Maureen looked at the dirty child in front of her. She held up a key and said, "After we get a few things straight, I'll let you out of those handcuffs." She unlocked her house and motioned for Gary to enter. They made their way through the two-story farm house out to the kitchen. Maureen instructed the boy to sit down. "This is it, Gary. Your last stop before jail. There are no second chances, no more "just one more try." If you fail me, one phone call gets your probation revoked, and you will go to Juvenile Detention until you're eighteen. I intend to see you straighten up, and get these problems behind you." Gary got a stern look on his face, and started to tell his aunt what she could do with her advice. He never got the chance. Maureen reached over and slapped him. "That's for even thinking about crossing me." Gary had never been slapped like that before. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd been spanked. It took him by surprise. "You're not too old, or too big that I can't handle you." If you ever get the notion that you want to try you'll find out in a hurry that I'm not someone to mess with. Do you understand me?" Gary sat still, still reeling from the sting of the slap. "I said, do you understand me?" She backhanded him across the other cheek, which knocked the small-framed boy off the chair, leaving him sprawled out across the floor. "Yes, I understand you. Why did you slap me?" Maureen stood over the boy. Gary feared that she might kick him or stomp him, and he curled up in a ball. "When I speak to you I want you to listen. Is that understood?" "Yes, I understand." Maureen ordered the stunned child back onto a chair. She went to the refrigerator and began to take out things to warm up a dinner. Gary did not see it when she secretly put some sleeping pills into his food. The handcuffs were left on as the food was served. Gary found that it tasted much better than the food at the jail. Maureen did not say anything to him at all through the meal. His eyes began feeling heavy as he ate a cookie for dessert. Soon, he just drifted off, falling asleep on the table. Maureen scooped up the child as if he were weightless and carried him upstairs to a bedroom. She took off the handcuffs so that she could get his prison suit off, and left him in his underwear. She fastened one of his handcuffs back on his hand, and secured the other one to the bed post. She went to her room and began undressing. The suit and blouse came off, then her slip. She slid off her pantyhose and saw her reflection in the mirror. The satin bra she wore displayed her large breasts, the matching panty girdle held her full stomach in. She smiled as she thought of the discipline that Gary would soon be experiencing. The next morning, Gary awoke quite groggy, but it had been the deepest night's sleep he had since he was in jail. He tried to roll over but couldn't. One hand was now free but the other was fastened securely on the bed. He tried to gather his senses. The fight with mom, the stolen car, the weeks in jail, the trip to Maureen's house. What a mess. Lost in his thoughts, his Great Aunt came in the room. She wore a navy blue robe that matched her sleeping gown. Her large breasts were gently moving, swaying back and forth as the nylon material covered them. She carried a basin of water and placed it on the table next to Gary. She did not speak as she lowered the covers which exposed Gary's small, practically hairless body. She took a wash cloth and prepared to give him a sponge bath. As she lowered the washcloth down to his chest, Gary took his free hand and shoved it away. Maureen shouted at him, "Don't you ever raise a hand to me again. She produced a wooden yardstick and began to beat the boy unmercifully. He began to scream and then to cry. It was the first time he had ever cried in a long time. Maureen rained down a series of blows on him. Red welts began to appear. Maureen even worked up a sweat as she punished the boy's rebellion. Gary began sobbing, "Please stop, Aunt Maureen. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Please don't hit me anymore." The blows stopped. Without another word Maureen again attempted to give her now cowering nephew a sponge bath. She washed his face, neck, and chest. She rinsed him off. Gary cringed as he saw Maureen looking at his underwear. Maureen rinsed the cloth in the bowl and said she would be right back. Momentarily she returned. Had Gary seen what she brought with her he might have been tempted to try and escape. But he was still in great pain from the beating. Silently, Maureen pulled down Gary's underpants, leaving him naked on the bed, still handcuffed. She took great care in putting lots of soap on the washcloth, and then applied it to Gary's small penis. Gary gasped as she began to quickly and firmly suds him up. The soapy washcloth snaked its way around his little shaft, around his little balls, and then down into his crack. Instinctively he spread his legs as his aunt scrubbed him. His little dick erected quickly as the scrubbing continued. Maureen stopped the scrubbing, rinsed him off, and then dried him off, leaving the boy in quite a state of agitation and excitement. "Would you like me to continue, Gary?" "Oh please do, it felt so good." "I'm sorry, but you'll have to earn it. Will you promise to obey me?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen, anything you say." "Fine. Lift your legs while I put on your underpants. She produced a pair of pink ruffled panties and laid them over Gary's still throbbing penis." "Those are for girls. I won't wear those." Maureen wrapped her hand around Gary's balls and started to squeeze. Pinned down and handcuffed, he was helpless. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. The pressure became more than he could bear, and he fainted from it. Maureen released her grip and slid the panties up his legs, and gently pulled the pretty garment around her nephew's balls. When consciousness returned, Gary was all alone in the room. Maureen had place a mirror at the end of the bed. Gary, still stinging from the beating, and very sore from having his balls squeezed, saw the panties his aunt had put on him. He felt the need to go to the bathroom but was still handcuffed to the bed. He tried not to think about how uncomfortable he was, but this pain too was becoming unbearable. An hour later, Maureen came back into the room. She had spent the time bathing, and getting dressed. She wore a blue dress which outlined her figure very well. Although most of her makeup was on she waited until she was in the room to put on her lipstick, which she did as she looked into the mirror which also had the reflection of a fourteen year old boy in pink panties. "How do you think I look, Gary?" "Fine. I really have to pee." Again the yardstick was produced from the end of the bed. It found its mark directly on top of the bulge from Gary's panties. "You will address me as Aunt Maureen. Also, we don't pee here. You may say I have to relieve myself." "Aunt Maureen, I really have to relieve myself... please!" "That's better." She went to a closet and pulled out the urinal used for hospital patients. She handed it to Gary and then she pulled down his panties. The blow she gave him caused him to wet himself a little. Gary found great relief in being able to go in the urinal. It took him about a minute to finish. Aunt Maureen was not smiling as Gary completed his urgent task. The panties were soiled and would have to be replaced. The smell lingered on Gary's groin. Again a basin of water was produced, and the soapy rag soon was cleaning up Gary's bottom. The erection returned as well. No sooner than Aunt Maureen saw it then she stopped her service to him. "Gary, are you going to obey me?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen." "Are you going to wet your panties anymore?" "No, Aunt Maureen. I'm sorry." "Good. I'll go get you another pair." She left the room, closing the door behind her. She came back with another pair of panties for Gary. He obediently lifted his leg and allowed her to pull the white panties all the way up to his waist. He saw his reflection in the mirror, and also watched as Aunt Maureen traced her fingers around his penis over the white panties." "This bra will match your panties well, Gary." She held up the satin bra, with "D" size cups for Gary to see. Without thinking about his predicament he grabbed the bra and threw it across the room. "Stop it. I'm not a girl. I'm a boy. I want to...." One of Maureen's hands slapped him on the face, the other reached between the legs and found his balls and again began their vice like grip. "I'll teach you to be disrespectful," Maureen shouted as the pressure increased. Even if Gary had been able to shout for help no one would have heard him. Maureen gave him another hard slap, and one last squeeze, and brought unconsciousness back to her nephew again for the second time that day. As the boy lay motionless Maureen went to work. She found some leather belts and tied each of his feet to the bed posts. She undid Gary's handcuffs so that she could slip the bra on him. The cups of the massive garment laid flat against his chest as she clasped the four hooks in the back. Lifting Gary up, she placed several pillows under his back so he was practically sitting up. The mirror was placed again at the foot of the bed, so he could not escape his reflection. The handcuffs were put on each hand. Maureen locked his door behind her as she went and attended her morning chores. A shiver of pain from Gary's bruised balls brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes to see his own reflection, and could not believe that he was wearing the white satin bra and the white panties. He was now again feeling hunger pains, but Aunt Maureen was not in the room. No television, no radio, not even anything to read. All he could do was watch the handcuffed boy wearing lingerie in the mirror. Some time later the door was unlocked and Aunt Maureen came in. She looked at the pitiful boy and shook her head. "We have a long way to go, don't we? We can go the hard way, or you can make it much easier..." She paused for a moment and then continued, "You can even make it enjoyable. But we will get there. Are you hungry?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen." "Are you going to fight with me, or be disrespectful?" "No, Aunt Maureen." "I have a belt that will hurt more than that yardstick. And if you think I squeezed you hard before, just you try and start something." "I won't, Aunt Maureen. I'll be good." "What's that you're wearing, Gary?" "What do you mean, Aunt Maureen?" "I mean, what are you wearing on your chest and waist?" "I'm wearing your bra and panties, Aunt Maureen," the boy said shyly, lowering his head. "No, you're not, Gary." "I'm not?" "No, you're wearing your bra and panties." "Oh." "Tell me what you're wearing, Gary." "I'm wearing...." Aunt Maureen lifted up a belt and shouted, "Tell me what you're wearing!" "I'm wearing my bra and panties." "No, you're not." "But you said..." "Don't you argue with me," she said as she let the strap fly across Gary's exposed legs, which were still tied down." "You're wearing your PRETTY bra and panties. Tell me what you're wearing." "Aunt Maureen, I'm wearing my pretty bra and panties." Satisfied for the moment, she put a tray of soup and sandwiches before her nephew. Still handcuffed, he managed to eagerly put down every thing in front of him. Aunt Maureen moved the tray away. Leaning over him she took a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth. She purposely let her breast slide across his face as she moved away. "What did you do," she shouted. "Nothing, Aunt Maureen, honest. I didn't mean to do anything." "You tried to touch my boobs didn't you?" "No, honest, I didn't. I didn't move." Slowly and deliberately Aunt Maureen picked up the two- inch wide leather belt. Gary began to cry, pleading with his cruel aunt not to whip him. "I saw you look at my breasts when I came in this morning. And now you try to touch them. Is that what you want to do?" "Aunt Maureen, really! I didn't try to do anything. I'm sorry I looked, honest." "So you admit it, do you? You were staring at my breasts. Have you ever touched one before?" "No." "But you've wanted to haven't you, Gary? You've wanted to feel up some little teenager, haven't you?" Blushing, Gary admitted that he had. Aunt Maureen placed her hands on the cups of the bra that Gary was wearing and began to squeeze what precious little there was. The satiny materials slid against Gary's skin. Maureen found Gary's little nipples and gently pinched them, sending little pleasure shivers down to his groin. She leaned over him some more, again her own breasts were just inches from his face as she continued kneading him through the bra that he wore. "Now you know what its like to be felt up. How did it feel?" Gary didn't know what to say. He was afraid to say anything for fear of saying the wrong thing and being whipped. Maureen sternly said, "Tell me right now, did you like me feeling your little titties through your pretty white bra?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen." "What?" "I liked you feeling my little titties through my pretty white bra." "Then you like to wear bras?" "No, I mean yes, I mean...." "What do you mean, Gary?" "Aunt Maureen, I've never worn a bra before. But what you were doing did feel good." "Then do you want me to continue rubbing your little titties through your pretty white bra?" "Yes, please, Aunt Maureen." "Ask me politely then, Gary." "Please, Aunt Maureen. Would you rub my little titties through my pretty white bra?" "Will you be good and obey me, Gary." "Yes." Maureen stopped and left the room. Gary still remained propped up on the bed, his feet tied down, and handcuffed. Aunt Maureen did not return for another hour. Gary had some time to think about what he had just said. He admitted that it felt good to wear a bra and be felt up. He said he liked having his little titties felt while he wore his bra. What was going on here? The sun was going down as Aunt Maureen entered the room again. She made her nephew an offer. "Gary, would you like to go downstairs, and get off of the bed?" "Yes, please, Aunt Maureen." "Am I going to have any problems with you? Are you going to try and run away or fight with me?" "No, I won't." Gary had thought about his predicament. He was far from home, out in the middle of nowhere, no money and not much of a prospect of escape. He also knew that if he was caught it would be juvenile hall until he was 18. "Just to be sure you'll have to keep you handcuffs on for tonight. But when you demonstrate that you can obey and be trusted we'll take those off too." Maureen untied his legs and helped the boy to his feet. He was still sore from all of the punishment he had endured, but it felt good to be able to walk and stretch his legs. Hardly even worrying about his appearance and dress he went downstairs. Maureen instructed him to sit in the living room. There was no television there, no radio to listen to, but at least he was out of the bedroom. Maureen read a novel while Gary just sat there. After about 30 minutes Gary said, "Excuse me, Aunt Maureen, but I need to go and, I mean, relieve myself." "Very well, Gary. Follow me." She led me back upstairs to her bathroom and walked in ahead of me. I stood in front of the toilet waiting for her to leave, but she didn't. "Do you need help pulling down your pretty white panties, or can you do it by yourself?" "I think I can do it, Aunt Maureen." "Tell me then, the proper way." "Aunt Maureen, I can pull down my pretty white panties by myself." She didn't say anything else so I lowered the panties myself and did my business. When I was through she stepped over and pulled my panties up to my waist, and again gently rubbed my relieved member through the material. Back downstairs, she continued reading and I just sat there, watching her. About 10 o'clock she said it was time for bed. She led me back upstairs to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed and she again fastened my legs down tying them securely to the bed post. Aunt Maureen disappeared for several moments. When she returned she was changed into her night clothes. This time she wore an emerald green nightgown. The panties she wore were likewise a beautiful shiny green. She held the blue nightgown and panties she had worn this morning in her arms. "You may wear this tonight Gary." Gary, a second-wind entering him, rolled his eyes back as if to say, "You're nuts, lady." The whip was grabbed and he was given three lashes across his thighs. "Who do you think you are going to get away with showing that kind of disrespect to me?" Furiously, she grabbed him by the handcuffs and tied his arms well above his head. He was completely immobilized. Aunt Maureen shouted at him, "I was nice to you, that was my mistake. You are a foul-mouthed, wretched little boy. But I'm going to change that." She reached for Gary's crotch as if to squeeze them. Instinctively, Gary shouted. At that moment Aunt Maureen shoved her worn panties deep into Gary's mouth. There was no way he could remove them by himself. Gary tasted and smelled the damp musky scent of his aunt. He was unable to spit them out, unable to move in any direction, and unable to do anything about it. With one last stinging blow, Aunt Maureen left her nephew for the night. The moon cast an eerie reflection in Gary's room. He could see a faint outline of himself wearing a bra and panties. That was the last thing he saw before he drifted off to sleep. It was early when he was awakened. The sun had not even come up yet when Aunt Maureen opened his door and turned on the light. The blue panties still in his mouth, Gary opened his eyes to see his aunt wearing the beautiful green nightgown come into the bedroom. Maureen had an angry look on her face. Gary was frightened from the minute he saw her. He told himself not to say anything to make it worse. He couldn't have said anything anyway with the panties jammed down his mouth. "You think you're pretty smart don't you? You think you can get away by a cocky little male attitude. Well look at you! You're not a man, you're a 14 year old wearing a woman's bra, and you have on panties, and a pair of panties in your mouth. But still you think you're a big man don't you?" Gary couldn't say a word in his own defense. "Well if your pretty white panties and bra haven't settled you down we'll find something that will!" Maureen pulled a chair to the end of the bed near Gary's right foot. Producing a bottle of bright red nail polish she had obvious intentions for it. Before she began she said, "If you so much as move an inch while I'm painting your nails I'll tan the hide right off you!" Gary knew she meant it and laid perfectly still as the bright red paint was applied to each of his toes. Aunt Maureen came and did his fingernails, even while they were still stretched out above his head. When she finished with his hands she untied the belt so he could rest his beautifully manicured fingers in his lap. She sternly warned him not to move until the polish was dry She moved the chair up close to Gary and began painting her own nails, first her toes and then her fingers. Gary watched everything. Removing the blue panties out of her nephew's mouth she said, "Do you think my red fingernails are pretty, Gary?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen." "Well, do you think your red fingernails are pretty too?" Gary was beginning to know what to say. "Yes." "Well tell me then, and be thankful." "I think my red fingernails are pretty. Thank you, Aunt Maureen." "Well do you like wearing pretty nail polish?" "Yes, I do." "Then you will love wearing lipstick. Every teenage girl does." Aunt Maureen began applying the matching red lipstick to her own lips. Gary licked his own lips, somewhat in anticipation, and somewhat in fear. Maureen said, "Are you ready for your lipstick? If so, ask me nicely." "Aunt Maureen, may I please wear some pretty red lipstick too?" "Of course you may." She gave his little lips a generous coating. "Look at yourself and what do you think." "Its very pretty, Aunt Maureen." Maureen started to see that her plan was slowly beginning to work. "Gary, I think I'll take off your handcuffs. Are you going to disappoint me?" "No, I'll be very good." With that assurance she leaned over him and began unlocking the cuffs. Purposefully she again let her breast slide across his face. Gary winced in horror, fearful that he'd be punished again. He expected the worst. "Were you trying to touch my breasts again, Gary?" "No, honest, I'm sorry. I should've moved. It won't happen again." "You're very curious about them though aren't you. You'd like to see them I'll bet." Gary didn't move. Tell me that you'd like to see them. "Aunt Maureen, I'd like to see your breasts, if that's all right with you." Maureen stood and began to slowly lift the emerald green nightgown up her legs. Gary watched as it revealed her panties, and then up her stomach, until finally her breasts were fully exposed. Maureen leaned over sticking them right in front of Gary's face. "Touch them, but be gentle." His little red tipped finger slowly came up. His arms were sore from the position they had been held in all night. He touched the firm round boobs ever so gently, fearing any punishment for disobedience. As Gary gently and carefully rubbed His great aunt's breast his own excitement began as well. From inside his white panties an erection built as Gary gently massaged the enormous mammories in front of him. Maureen allowed this service to continue, licking her red lips, and occasionally uttering a soft moan. "That's right, dear, nice and soft, touch my nipples now." Gary obeyed the request. The brown nipples were firm to the touch. He carefully grasped them, careful not to do anything to bring his aunt's wrath upon him. "Kiss them," she whispered. Gary raised his lips to that which was offered to him. The red imprints of his painted lips were obvious on his aunt's breast. Maureen began to rub the cups of the bra her young nephew was wearing. His little dick begged for release from his panties. Maureen slid the garment off, his little manhood sprang up to attention. Gary still had one nipple in his mouth, as Maureen guided his hand to his penis. He knew what to do as Maureen watched Gary stroke to an instant climax. Gary's red lips parted from Maureen's breast, and for the first time they had a smile. It was the first time Gary had smiled since landing in jail. He had shared something special with his Great Aunt Maureen, and he felt so good. "There's work to be done today, if you're ready to obey." "Yes, Aunt Maureen, I'll obey." The keys to the handcuffs were produced and soon Gary was completely free. Maureen sat him on the side of the bed and unsnapped his bra, and lowered his panties. "I want you to take a nice hot bath, and wash your hair. Then we'll get you dressed again." The warm, soapy water felt good as Gary slid into the tub. It took some effort, but he cleaned up really well. As he was about to get out of the tub, the door opened and Aunt Maureen came in. "My, aren't you clean & shiny. Let's get you dressed and ready for the day." Gary didn't move from the tub. "I want you out of that tub now, young lady," she ordered. Reaching for the boy's arm she yanked him up from the tub and began spanking his bottom. Ten hard slaps on his white flesh left him reeling again. "When you disobey me you'll be punished. Now follow me." Still dripping wet, Gary was led back into the bedroom. He feared being whipped, tied down and handcuffed. Maureen set him on the side of the bed. "You're behaving like a spoiled little girl, and we'll have no more of that." Maureen had laid a pile of clothes on the bed and took them out a piece at a time. A pair of pink panties, little girl's, with lace ruffles, and a matching bra and slip. "Lift up you leg. Hold out your arms. Hold still." One order after another as Maureen put on Gary's lingerie. He sat still knowing that it was pointless to resist. He had never seen a garter belt before, until it was fastened around his waist. Little stockings were rolled all the way up and attached. Aunt Maureen went to the closet and produced a pair of high heeled shoes. They looked like any other opera style pumps, except that these shoes had a pad lock attached to the ankle strap. Gary's stockinged feet slid into the shoe effortlessly, and Maureen quickly locked the shoes. Gary was then led to a closet where he saw his aunt select a pink dress, and put it on him. Still silent, he was led back to the bed where Maureen began putting on his makeup. The lipstick had been wiped off in the tub, but this time he also had his eyes, and cheeks made up along with his lips again. "This should remind you that you're no longer a mean little boy," she said as she put one of her wigs on him, and began styling it. "I think you're beginning to look like a lovely little lady, Gina. You must now learn how to act and behave like a girl, Gina, if you want to live here with me, and get along this summer. You do want to get along with me, don't you Gina?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen." "Gina, tell me how you look and what you're wearing, and how much you like it." "I have on pink panties, a pink bra, a pretty slip, stockings, shoes and a pretty dress. I also am wearing pretty makeup and a wig that makes me look like a girl. I look very pretty, don't I?" "Yes you do, Gina. Now let's go downstairs." The young boy, now transformed into a young girl, didn't make it very far. He fell after his second step, he'd never worn high heels before. Aunt Maureen smiled and helped Gina back to her feet. She encouraged Gina that some lady like things take practice. Aunt Maureen fixed Gina some breakfast. It tasted so good, and it was especially nice to have those handcuffs off. Gina knew that he wanted to keep them off, and would obey her aunt. "Gina, I have some reading I want to do. I'd like for you to clean the kitchen. First do these dishes, and then sweep the floor, after that mop and wax it." "That'll take forever. Can't I watch tv?" Gary had never enjoyed doing chores for his mother, and the thought of them doing them as Gina didn't help any. Aunt Maureen turned a deep shade of red as her temper built up. Grabbing a wooden spoon she smacked Gina's hand several times before the surprised youngster could pull it back. "You're making me tired of this!" Grabbing Gina by the neck, she unzipped her dress and yanked it over her head. "Take off that slip." Soon Gina was only wearing the white bra, garter belt and stockings, and the shoes which remained padlocked on her feet. All of her other clothes had been taken. Gina felt humiliated, being stripped in such a rough manner. "I'll give you just 90 minutes to do those chores, and you better do them right. I'm expecting company this afternoon, and if you're not through you can just stand there in your bra, with your little dick hanging out, and you can explain to the other ladies what you're doing. Now get moving." Fear of being seen by others motivated Gina to quickly clear the dishes and begin washing them. Aunt Maureen stood from a distance, often yelling at him to hurry, that girls need to learn how to attend to their domestic chores. After the dishes were washed and put away, Gina began sweeping and then mopping. Countless times Maureen had him start over again because he missed a spot. The treatment Gary, now Gina, had endured over the past two days with Aunt Maureen, and the previous weeks in jail were quickly taking their toll upon him. As he put away the mop and the pail, Aunt Maureen caught him by his bra strap and began pulling him upstairs. Gina began crying fearing the strap, or the yardstick, or worst of all having her exposed balls squeezed again. Maureen took him upstairs to the bedroom. "All that crying has ruined your makeup. Now you fix it." Again the orders were shouted to Gina. A Marine Drill Sergeant was not as loud or angry as what Maureen was. Gina did her best to put on the eyeliner and shadow, the mascara and lipstick on herself just the way Maureen shouted at her. "Sit here until I come back." Maureen left the boy who looked much like a woman sitting at the vanity. She came back and said, "Get that bra off now." With a little difficulty, Gina reached back and slid the garment off. "You'll be wearing this for the rest of the day, Gina. Don't even think about complaining." Maureen had found an all-in-one for Gina to wear. It had a long leg panty girdle, and the cups were again designed for someone with a 38-D. Maureen put in some foam rubber inserts, and instantly gave her sad-looking nephew a quite girlish figure. Gina was now going to learn how to do laundry, the correct way. Maureen stood over her as she instructed her how to sort clothes, start the washer & dryer, and then finally how to fold clothes. For extra practice Gina had to fold each undergarment twice, making sure it was perfectly folded to her aunt's satisfaction. Hanging garments were carefully handled so as not to cause wrinkles. Through the lesson on kitchen cleaning and laundry there were no compliments only criticisms and threats of punishment if it wasn't done correctly. Gina had never thought of these chores as all that hard, but as evening came he was quite tired. He wanted those shoes off his feet, and he wanted to crawl into bed. Maureen had sat at the kitchen table and instructed her new niece what to prepare for supper. Gina had never even opened a can before, let alone cook anything. One order after another later, and Gina finally had made her first meal. Gina thought it tasted good, but Maureen said nothing. "Get this mess cleaned up, and then you can go to bed." Remembering how she had been instructed to clean, soon the kitchen was spotless. Gina longed to get those shoes off her aching feet. The weighted breast forms made her shoulders slump a little too. Maureen knew that slowly and surely she was breaking the strong will of Gary by transforming him into Gina. She would not give up her advantage now. "You are so slow. I have to watch you every second, and there was a lot more I wanted to get done today. Since you are so slow on your feet I think you just need practice getting used to them. You will sleep in your high heels tonight, and you'll be wearing your breast forms too." Gina, just wanting to lay down, sadly nodded her head in agreement. She was not tied down on her bed, simply locked in her room. The 14 year old was so tired that she didn't think of running away, just getting some sleep. She drifted off soon after her head hit the pillow. It hadn't even occurred to her to take off her wig. At 6:30 the next morning the door opened and the "Drill Sergeant" came in. "Gina, its time to get up." Pulling the still tired youth from her sleep, she roused Gina to attention. With eyes still half-closed Gina was led to the bathroom. Maureen unlocked the padlocks from her shoes and helped her out of the all-in-one and the wig. Gina was instructed to shower while Maureen went to get her day's lingerie. In less than five minutes Maureen was hollering for her to get out of that shower. Quickly drying off, Gina wrapped the towel around herself and went back into the bedroom. Maureen was standing, arms folded, and looking annoyed. "Give me that towel!" She took it from Gina leaving him standing naked in the room. With great joy Maureen began handing Gina her day's lingerie. First there was a black waist cincher, with six garters. Black stockings with seams were attached. Then Gina was given a pair of black panties to wear. A black lace bra was next. The breast forms were again inserted. Gina watched herself in the mirror, being slowly changed from boy to woman. He found himself liking what he saw. Aunt Maureen noticed it as well. "Gina, I think you'll enjoy wearing these petticoats." A thick pile of lace was put on up to the young girl's waist. "Since you have many household duties today, I have a nice maid's outfit for you. It has the cutest little apron, don't you think." Gina nodded as the dress was put on, and zipped in the back. Aunt Maureen then instructed Gina on what makeup she was to wear, and how to comb her wig so it looked nice. Then it was time for the shoes. Gina dreaded those three inch heels and the padlocks. Of all the things she had to wear, it was the shoes that bothered her the most. Maureen told her, much to her own delight that she had another pair of shoes to wear. What she had, however, was far from what Gina expected. These shoes had an even taller heel, about 4 1/2 inches, and they too were equipped with a locking strap. Gina knew better than argue, but held out her black stockinged feet and felt the pinch of the narrow toe, and the tightness of the ankle strap, and the weight of the padlock on each foot. It was hard enough to walk on the shoes from yesterday, but these were next to impossible for her. She had to hang on to the rail going downstairs, and still almost fell head-first a couple of times. Gina did all of the breakfast preparation for her aunt, and again she cleaned up. Still quite critical, Maureen seemed to take pleasure in every rebuke she could offer her niece-in-training. The work was made even more difficult by the slow steps that those shoes required. But Maureen wanted the chores done quickly. "What you need is practice, more practice, Gina. I think that vacuuming the entire house twice will get you used to those shoes." With that, Gina had the whole house, all eight rooms to clean. Her feet screamed for release when she carried the vacuum of those stairs. Gina had made it through every room twice, except Aunt Maureen's, when she was interrupted. "I'm ready for my bath. Go in my private bathroom and start the water." "Yes, Aunt Maureen." Gina had not been in Aunt Maureen's room before. There was a large poster bed with a canopy. The sheets and spread were of a rich red satin. The open closet doors revealed a treasure of gowns and many pairs of shoes, all with very high heels. Making her way into the bathroom, it too had an elegant appearance. Gina turned on the faucets, and turned to leave. Aunt Maureen met her in her bedroom. "Do you like my pretty satin sheets, Gina?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen, they're beautiful." "Thank you, Gina. Help me out of my clothes please." Gina was frightened by the request. She had all but forgotten about the previous day's experience when she had kissed her aunt's breasts. "A proper maid doesn't hesitate," Maureen said. Not knowing where to start, Gina didn't know what to do. "Come on, girl, take off my robe and hang it there." That seemed easy enough. The beautiful green robe was hung, leaving Aunt Maureen in her nightgown. Gina was instructed to take that off and carefully fold it, before putting it in the clothes to be washed. Almost afraid to look, she took off Maureen's nightgown, leaving her large breasts fully exposed. "Now you may take off my panties, please. Don't be so slow, you have many more chores today than this. Get down on your knees and pull my pretty panties down." Kneeling in front of her aunt, Gina began lowering the green satin panties. Soon Aunt Maureen's hairless, smooth pussy was right in front of Gina's mouth. She fixed her eyes on it and didn't move. "Gina, escort me to my tub, please." Extending her hand, Maureen was escorted by the little maid to the tub and got in. "You may scrub me now, Gina." Gina took a washcloth and began with Maureen's back. When Maureen laid back, Gina had to be instructed to wash those beautiful, white boobs. That having been done, Maureen said, "You may now wash my pussy." Gina had never seen one until that day, and now, dressed as a woman herself, she began washing her aunt. "Keep going, get it nice and clean." Maureen's eyes were closed as Gina kept scrubbing her with the soapy cloth. "That's right, Gina, get it nice and clean," she sighed as she parted her legs for Gina to continue her service. Gina watched as her Aunt began moving gently back and forth, swaying her hips as she continued scrubbing her pussy." "Suck my tits, Gina, while you scrub me." Leaning over the tub, Gina placed her mouth over Maureen's left breast while her left hand kept scrubbing the hungry pussy of her aunt. Soon, Maureen began sighing, and then moaning, and then she shouted, "OH yes, Gina, yes, yes..." Then she laid perfectly still. Gina kept her mouth on the breast until Maureen lifted her head off. Moving Gina's mouth slowly to hers she kissed her. Gently at first, and then Maureen pushed her tongue into Gina's mouth. Gina played with that tongue for a long moment. When the lips parted, Gina again smiled at her aunt. This time the smile was returned. Standing, Gina wrapped a thick pink towel around her aunt and began drying her off. Gina escorted Maureen to her bedroom and watched as she selected her clothes for the day. Maureen selected an ensemble of red. Panties, bra, garter belt and slip, all in a deep shade of red. Gina watched as Maureen slid the panties on, covering what she had just washed so thoroughly. Maureen instructed Gina to help her put her bra on, a task which Gina was quite eager to complete. Gina was enjoying these tasks quite immensely. Aunt Maureen began applying her makeup, pausing occasionally to give some beauty tip to her young protege. When Maureen had finished with her lips, she handed the tube to Gina and told her to freshen her own lips, which she did almost effortlessly. Standing now, still in her lingerie, Maureen gently guided Gina to her bed. Maureen reached through the pile of petticoats and slid down Gina's black panties. She noticed a little pre-cum which stained the crotch. "Gina, I see you've enjoyed our activities. Didn't I tell you that we could have fun when and if you obeyed me?" "Yes, Aunt Maureen." Maureen wrapped her fingers around Gina's penis and watched it grow in her hands. Gina said nothing as her unusual aunt continued to rub it. Soon it was begging for release. Gina's eyes, with the blue shadow, closed. Maureen blew gently on its head. Then she let her tongue play across Gina's shaft. Then her mouth engulfed the entire organ and began servicing her young niece's only betrayal of femininity. Gina was lost in a state of ecstasy, sliding back and forth on the red satin sheets. Maureen's hands played across the breast forms in Gina's bra. In less than a minute Gina exploded in Maureen's mouth. The girl, quite spent, laid still on the bed. She felt Maureen slide up next to her. Maureen's tongue demanded permission into Gina's mouth. Gina tasted something quite new being deposited in her mouth. Opening her eyes she saw Aunt Maureen give to her what had just come from her. "Swallow it all, Gina." Gina obeyed her command. That experience began the new phase which Maureen had sought from her new niece. Each day Gina would wear whichever outfit that pleased her Aunt. Soon she walked in her high heels without any problem. She bathed her aunt most every day. The discipline continued whenever necessary, but Gina was now eager to obey, totally submitted to her aunt. Gina was becoming the woman that Maureen had intended for her to become. The End of Part I