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JOAN.TXT Joan's Story Chapter One - A New Home Most people think that Dec. 7, 1941 is a day that will live in infamy. That day was nothing compared to April 23, 1990. That was the day my parent's divorce became final. In my seventeen years I had never really known my father. What little I did know, I didn't like. He was drunk when he came around the house, he cheated on my mother with a number of women, and he was a loud, filthy-talking man. The years of abuse had finally taken their toll on my mother and she divorced him. After the last papers were signed, which granted her full custody, her emotional state became increasingly worse instead of better. Through the month of May she cried continually. I thought she would have been glad to finally be rid of him, once and for all, but it didn't seem to help any. She stayed in her bedroom all day long, and rarely changed out of her flannel nightgown. I went to school, cooked at home, and did my best to take care of her. On the last day of May, as I awoke, I was surprised to discover my mother's sister at the house. She lived on the east coast far from my home in Iowa. I learned that Mother was going away to a hospital, and I was to stay with Aunt Margaret for awhile. That was all I was told. My bags had already been packed and I left my home without being able to say more than goodbye to mom. I felt frightened and alone. I didn't really know my aunt all that well. She lived by herself by the ocean. We only saw each other about once or twice a year. She always travelled west, I'd never been to her home. She had lost her husband in a car wreck a long time ago. She tried to be sympathetic and understanding with me. We were to fly from our town to hers. I had never been on a plane before, and that sounded like some fun. "You'll like the ocean, John. You can fish, walk along the beach.... You do know how to swim don't you, dear?" "Yes, Aunt Margaret." She told me about all the sights and activities near her home, and some of the things she liked to do. Her soft voice put me at ease, and I actually thought I might have some fun again. With great excitement I boarded the airplane. I sat down and looked out the window at all the activity going around outside the plane. The fuel was loaded, as was all of the baggage. It was really exciting to take off and watch the earth sink underneath us as the plane roared into the sky. Soon I was watching the people inside the plane. Our flight attendant was gorgeous. She had dark hair, very full red lips, and a figure that was great. I spent some time watching her walk up and down the aisle. "She's really pretty, isn't she John?" I turned beet red knowing that Aunt Margaret had watched me stare at her. Smiling, she took my hand in hers. Her nails were very long, polished in a soft pink shade. I began staring at her hands, and then her legs. I hadn't noticed what long heels her shoes had. They must have been at least four inches. And her stockings were black, with a seam going down the back. I felt a strange quiver from behind the fly in my pants. It was really exciting to look at Aunt Margaret. I'd never considered her looks before, but she was really pretty. "Now what are you looking at?" Turning red all over again, I managed to stammer out, "Your nails are so long. Isn't it hard to keep from breaking them?" She held them out for me to see. "Not at all, if you're willing to work at keeping them nice. It just takes practice. I noticed you saw my high heels. Same way for them. If you want to learn to walk on them without falling over, you must practice." I smiled and let out a sigh. The thought of me with long fingernails, and wearing high heels was pretty amusing. "What's so funny?" she asked. "When you said, `you' about having long nails and high heels, it sounded like to you were saying I could do that kind of thing." "And you wouldn't want to do that would you?" she asked, very skeptically. "Shoot, no!" I'm not a queer. I've seen those guys on Geraldo and Donahue. Sheesh!" "John, most of those people are not gay. They just have found that by wearing women's clothes they could relax, and feel more at ease to express themselves. There's really nothing wrong with that, is there?" "No, I guess not." After that rather unusual conversation the pretty flight attendant stopped by our row. Leaning over Aunt Margaret she asked me if I wanted something to drink. As she leaned over I looked down her blouse and saw her boobs straining to be free from the lace of the beige bra she wore. I thought about what it would be like to unsnap that beautiful undergarment, and put my hands around her breasts. "John, she asked you if you wanted something to drink. Are you in a trance?" "No, Aunt Margaret. I'd like a coke, please." The two ladies looked at each other and smiled. I felt like a complete idiot. When she returned with my drink, aunt Margaret reached out to take it. I let out a gasp when I saw her fingernail gently pass along the side of her breast. Neither spoke a word, and I sat there in amazement. About a half-hour before we landed, Aunt Margaret made some announcements. "John, you'll have your own room of course, and I'll be glad to get you anything you need to be comfortable. But you will have some chores to do while you stay. I don't want you getting lazy and just spending all of your time staring at girls in skimpy bikinis along the beach." "Yes, Aunt Margaret." After the plane landed we had another hour in the car. I could not see the water because it was dark, but I heard the sound of the waves breaking along the beach. I could even smell the sea water. I was excited about learning my new surroundings. I helped carry the bags in the house. It was a two story cottage. It was very soft in colors. Most of the things in the room were pink and other pastel colors. Everything was very dainty. My bedroom was right across the hall from Aunt Margaret's. She showed me the bathroom. It too, was very feminine, far from what I was used to back home. But it smelled so nice. She ordered a pizza for us, and it was really good. I could tell she was going to be a lot of fun to be with. After our supper she had a suggestion. "Let's go for a walk along the beach. It will be pretty much deserted now." We walked about a half mile up the beach. I saw some crabs running along the sand. Even in the dark, the water looked pretty. On the way back, Aunt Margaret took my hand. "I know your parent's divorce was very hard on you, not to mention your mom's sickness. But everything will be all right. You just have to trust me, ok?" "Sure, this is great." As we came back into the cottage she said, "That walk has you all covered in sand. Let me fix you a quick bath, and then you can turn in. We'll have a busy day tomorrow showing you around." I stood outside the bathroom while she started the water running. When she came out, I went in. Thick soapy bubbles filled the tub. I hadn't had a bubble bath in years. The water smelled so different, almost like flowers. I closed my eyes and let the soft water caress my body. After I had all but turned into a wrinkly prune, I decided to get out. I then realized I hadn't brought any clean clothes to change into. I got out of the tub and dried off, wrapping the thick pink towel around my waist when I was through. "Aunt Margaret, I forgot my clean clothes. Can you help me? I called. My aunt came in, carrying a stack of garments, I noticed. I gasped as she held out to me a pair of pink, lace panties. She then unfolded a matching pink nightie. "I think these will fit, John." If not, we'll get you some new things real soon." "I'm not wearing those! They're for girls. Get real! I want my own clothes." "John. I said you'll have to trust me. These are all you have to wear...." "I'll just get my own clothes then." Brushing by my aunt, I went in my bedroom and unzipped one of my suitcases. I couldn't believe what I saw. All of the clothes in there were my mother's! There were panties, bras, girdles, pantyhose, and dresses. I looked back to the door, Aunt Margaret was standing there, smiling at me. "John. I live here by myself. It would not look proper for me to have a young man living with me. I've decided that you are to be my niece and...." "There ain't no way in Hell that I'm going to...." Aunt Margaret bounded across the room and slapped me hard across my face. "There will be no foul language or disrespect in this home. You will be courteous to me at all times, or I'll paddle you, and don't think I couldn't do it!" she shouted. "Now you put your pink panties on right now, is that understood?" Thoughts of running away from this crazy woman filled my mind, but I also knew that I was 1750 miles from home, with the grand total of $8 in my pocket. I tried to think of what options I might have, but there didn't seem to be too many at the moment. While I considered what my next move would be, Aunt Margaret made hers. She reached over and grabbed the towel from around my waist, and left me standing in the room stark naked. "I said to put your panties on. I've now seen you naked, so there shouldn't be any problem with me seeing you in pink underwear, right?" It was kind of hard to argue that point. What was worse being seen naked, or at least having something to cover me? While looking at the floor I reached out my hand and received the soft, smooth pair of panties, and I stepped into them. She handed me the nightgown and I put that on also. "Tomorrow I'll expect much more cooperation and courtesy. Is that understood?" "Yes, Aunt Margaret." She turned around, turning off the light as she closed the door, leaving me standing in the clothes of a woman, with no parents, no money, and no way out. Tears filled my eyes as I got into bed. I hadn't been slapped that hard in a long time. I had thought Aunt Margaret would have been fun and kind and now she slapped me! I remembered, though, that up until that time she had been very friendly and nice, and only after I raised my voice did she get angry. What a temper. The softness of the panties and nightie felt good against my skin, even though I didn't want to admit it. I rolled over several times just to feel them tickle my skin. After such an event filled day, I finally fell asleep. It hardly seemed like I'd been asleep when I was roused back into consciousness. The room was still dark as Aunt Margaret squeezed my hand and called my name. "C'mon, John, let's go for an early swim. Its so invigorating. After that we'll have a good breakfast and have a good day." Gone were the words of anger and the harsh tone. It was the same sound that Aunt Margaret had used until that nasty scene of last night. As I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful sight. Her long red hair had been let down, and it laid gracefully down past her shoulders. Her more than ample bosom was obvious against the black lace of her long nightgown. Even without her makeup her face was beautiful. Cautiously, I allowed myself to smile back at her. Nothing was said about the unfortunate events of last night. "I've laid your bathing suit on the foot of your bed. I'll go change into mine while you get yours on. Now hurry up!" Without another word she left the room. I sat up and pulled my nightie off, and slid those pink panties down and reached for my swimming trunks. What I found, however, were not my bathing trunks, but one of Aunt Margaret's swimsuits, a one-piece suit with cups that would have fit her 36-C breasts, and a wide pink stripe that accented the otherwise all black suit. When I was just about ready to voice my obvious displeasure and protest, I remembered the slap I got the last time I tried, and knew I didn't want to start this day the way the previous one had ended. Perhaps, I thought, things might be a little better. With some effort I pulled the suit on into place. The cups laid flat against my chest, but I couldn't help that. I opened the door to find my aunt waiting for me. "Its a little big, but it will work. Isn't it pretty?" Silently, I nodded my head. Grabbing my hand she led me out of the house and down to the sea. No one else was in sight. The water was freezing, but it did wake me up. We splashed around, and soon I had forgotten that I was in her swimsuit. We chased each other, and splashed, and carried on for the longest time. As the sun came up cars could be heard. A panicked look came across my face. "I know, John. We'll get you home and changed." What a relief! Without even thinking I reached out and hugged this most unusual aunt of mine. She seemed most appreciative of the gesture. Taking my hand she led us back into her home. "A quick shower will rinse off the salt water," she said as she led me into her room. She had her own private bathroom, which was not done in pink, but black. "You can shower in here today. Take your suit off." I waited for her to leave but she didn't. "Its alright. Take off your suit. Remember, I did see you naked last night." Embarrassment filled me again. But I slid off the cold, wet bathing suit and stood before my aunt completely naked. I could not believe my eyes at what she did next. She took off her bathing suit and stood before me naked. She grabbed my hand and led me into the shower. Her breasts were magnificent. Perfectly formed, a dark ring around her erect nipples. She knew how captivated I was by her beauty. Handing me her washcloth she asked me to wash her back. Carefully I touched her and let the suds form on her back, washing her all over. Her hand caught mine, and slid it to her front. She wanted me to do her breasts. Barely able to breathe, I complied with her wishes. I had never touched anyone's boobs before, and it was great. I let my other hand come around her and stepped up close to her. "Get them very clean," was all she said, as she turned and stood face to face with me. The pain of last night was now all forgotten as I served her. Almost instinctively, I let my mouth fall upon her nipple, and began to kiss and suck her. I heard my aunt gasp with pleasure. My own excitement became obvious by the erection which I now had. For the first time, someone other than myself began touching and rubbing it. I continued to kiss that gorgeous breast as her hand worked faster and faster. Soon my body convulsed as she brought me to climax, and I shot myself all over her, the water rinsing it away. I pulled my mouth from her breast to look in her eyes. She was smiling at me. Her lips came to mine, and we kissed. Her tongue entered my mouth, and it felt so good. My hand stayed on her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers. I wanted to stay in that shower forever! It was Aunt Margaret who ended the shower, but I was putty in her hands now. "You enjoyed that a lot, didn't you." "Yes, ma'am," I said. "When you obey I'll reward you very gladly. But when you disobey, you'll be corrected. Is that understood?" "Yes, ma'am." After we dried off she led me to her bedroom, and sat me on the bed. Going to her dresser she found a matching bra and panty set, a garter belt and stockings. I gulped fearing I might be soon wearing them. A sense of relief hit me as she pulled her panties up on herself, and snapped the bra in place. I watched as she rolled each stocking up her leg, and snapped it on her garter belt. Going to her closet she pulled out a jumpsuit which was also black and put it on. She then put on the same pair of black high heels she wore the night before. I watched as she sat down at her vanity and began applying her makeup. I had seen mom do the same kinds of things before, but never paid attention until now. The foundation went first, then the eyes were lined, mascara and shadow applied. She outlined her lips, and put on red lipstick. When her face was done she curled her thick red hair. All of this was done without a word, but I didn't miss anything. When she was done she turned to me and said, "What do you think?" "You're absolutely beautiful." "Thank you, dear. Now its your turn." Again she went to her dresser, pulling out a bra and panty set, garter belt and stockings. I knew that these were for me. She instructed me to put them on. I remembered her words about obeying, and also the consequences of disobeying. She helped me as I dressed, for the first time completely as a woman. I was still scared, and embarrassed, but less than before, and still afraid of the consequences of protesting. Soon I was in my white bra and panties, and my stockings had been put on. They were beautiful undergarments, I thought. I remained silent, but now captivated over what was being done to me and with me, and what it all could mean. I was still very hesitant, and didn't want to seem as if I enjoyed it. After all, that wouldn't be right, I thought. Yet I was intrigued, and my unusual aunt seemed to know it. "We'll have to experiment with your makeup, dear, sit over here." I was led to the vanity, and my aunt displayed a number of bottles, boxes, and cartons, filled with many kinds and colors of cosmetics. I knew that I would soon have them on me. I was thankful that I was so far from home, away from anyone who knew me. The makeup smelled, felt, and tasted so strange. Aunt Margaret obviously knew what she was doing as she carefully applied it to my face, eyes, and lips. I guess she was trying to put me at ease as she kept repeating how pretty I was, and how happy she was that I could stay with her, and how much fun we would have. Walking to her closet, she produced a wig prominently displayed on a Styrofoam head. I sat perfectly still as she stretched it over my own hair, and began styling it. My transformation was all but complete now. I became excited by the girl with pretty, pouting pink lips, and by her long, curled eyelashes. The flowing blonde hair that hung past her shoulders made this new person very pretty. Aunt Margaret found a pink dress for me to wear. It only went down a little way on my thigh, like a little party dress. Aunt Margaret said that was the way it should look. I was given a pair of shoes, hers, to wear. They didn't have a high heel, but she said that they went well with my dress. Standing me before a full length mirror she said, "Oh, Joan, you look radiant. Aren't you a lovely young lady? Don't you just love it?" I didn't know what to say. Why did she call me `Joan.' She should have known from our shower that I was not a young lady. Why would she think I loved it? "Listen, you don't look like a `John' anymore. If people are to believe that you are my niece, a name like Joan will be more fitting, and I want you to get used to it." I nodded in consent. "Let's go fix our breakfast. You may look like a pretty girl, but I bet you have a boy's appetite, right?" I found myself laughing, and we walked into the kitchen. I knew my way around any kitchen, having cooked so many meals for mom and myself. I had never thought of cooking and cleaning as "women's work," even though if it was, I at least now looked the part. "Joan, please hand me the eggs and bacon." It still seemed so odd to be called Joan, but I did as I was asked, and soon we were enjoying our breakfast together. I did a double-take when I saw the pink outline of my lips on my juice glass. Aunt Margaret just smiled and said I would need to put more lipstick on after breakfast, and this time I'd do it by myself. After the breakfast dishes were done we sat out on her balcony and watched the surfers, fishers, and tourists on the beach. Every now and again someone would wave to Aunt Margaret from a distance, and I would cringe in fear of being discovered. Suddenly Aunt Margaret exclaimed, "Just look at how pink your arms are getting. You're getting that soft white skin burned! Let's get you inside young lady." My arms were rather warm, but the lotion she rubbed on them made them feel much better. I helped her inside the house, dusting and running the vacuum. She said little about my garments, and I did my best not to think about what I was wearing. I just kept myself busy, hoping no one besides Aunt Margaret would ever discover my secret. My first day as Joan was spent very quietly. I thought about finding my clothes and running away, but to where? Mom wasn't home, and I had no way to contact her. There were no other close relatives to call, they all thought I would be happy at Aunt Margaret's. How could I explain to them that in less than a day, I had gone from John to Joan. What would they think of me? What would they think of her? Throughout the day I was reminded to cross my legs when I sat, and to fold my hands in my lap. When I burped after I drank a coke I thought I was going to slapped again. Aunt Margaret sternly warned me that young ladies do not belch. That evening, Aunt Margaret told me she was going out, and that I could stay in and watch TV. Her next words surprised me. "You were a good girl today, Joan, so I'll reward you. You may put your some of your own clothes on..." "Thanks Aunt Margaret," I said with excitement. Maybe this weird treatment was finally over. "But there is one thing, Joan. You must keep your bra and panties on under your pants and shirt. You may remove your makeup and wig, along with your dress. But you must wear your pretty underwear this evening. Also, before you go to bed, I want you to put your nightie back on. Is this a deal?" "But, if I can wear my pants and shirt, why do I have to keep the women's underwear on. C'mon, Aunt Margaret!" "Do you want to be spanked?" she shouted. "No, ma'am," I said. "Then you'll be thankful for what you're allowed to wear, and no more arguments. I have a good mind to discipline you," she said. "I'll keep my bra and panties on, and I'll wear the nightie to bed," I said in sad agreement. Both of us went to our rooms to change. I was glad to take off the makeup, and wash my face. I put the wig on the Styrofoam head that had been moved to my room. I hung my pink party dress in the closet, and noticed a number of other dresses hanging there. What was I in for next, I remember wondering. Standing in just my bra, panties, garter belt and stockings I looked forward to getting some jeans on again. I pulled them on without even taking the stockings off. It was good to have my favorite sweatshirt on again too. Now I was John again, at least on the outside. I thought I would enjoy the evening alone. Stepping outside of my room, I walked to the living room. Aunt Margaret was gathering her keys and purse. She looked radiant. Her red hair had been put back in a French braid, the dress she wore hung to the floor, yet split up the side. You could see the place where her black garter belt met the stockings. She wore black gloves that went up almost to her shoulder. I thought they were beautiful, and wondered to myself how they felt pulled way up like that. Her makeup was very exotic, glamorous looking. I found myself wondering who she was meeting, and what would be happening. She must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled when she looked at me. "Do you like these gloves, Joan?" "They're beautiful, Aunt Margaret." She looked me over, and noticed that I still had on my stockings. "Be honest," she said. "Its hard not to enjoy the feeling of nylon next to your skin, isn't it?" It did feel nice, or else I guess I would have remembered to take them off along with the rest of the stuff. "It does kind of tickle my legs in a nice way," I said. "I knew they would. And that tight feeling from your bra also feels good, along with the satin panties too, right? Now you be a good girl tonight. Remember your nightie, too. I'll probably be a little late getting home, but I'll check on you when I get home. With a very delicate kiss from those full, red lips she left me. I put all of the unusual events out of my mind and prepared to enjoy the evening. I thought about taking my female garments off, but the thought of her coming home early and finding me not properly dressed frightened me. That red hair of hers probably gave her the temper, I thought. So I decided to keep my bra and panties on, and figured that with my shoes on, no would possibly see the stockings I was wearing. I would make the best of a bad situation. As it turned out, no one saw me anyway. A spring shower came up, and the beach deserted, and I didn't feel like going out anyway. I watched some TV, ate some popcorn, and entertained myself. It was a nice evening, but I kind of missed Aunt Margaret, and found myself wondering what she was doing. About 11:30, I decided to go to bed. I changed out of my jeans and sweatshirt, and decided to put my nightie on. I went into my bathroom, finding all the cosmetics on the counter. I smiled out of bewilderment at my predicament. But as I considered the day, it wasn't all bad. I just had to wear lipstick and women's clothes. As long as I went along with it, nothing happened, and it did seem to make Aunt Margaret very happy! I went to bed in a much happier frame of mind than the previous night, even though I was now wearing a bra, garter belt and stockings in addition to the panties and nightie I had on from last night. I was sleepy, and didn't bother tossing and turning, worrying about my bed clothes. About 15 minutes after turning off the light, I heard the outside door open. I froze. I figured it had to be Aunt Margaret, but what if it wasn't? At first I didn't hear any more noises, but then I heard other doors opening, footsteps in the hall, and they were getting closer. I was hardly breathing when I heard the click of my doorknob turning. I thought I was dead! "Joan, are you asleep yet?" It was Aunt Margaret. "No, but I'm so glad you're home," I stammered out. I didn't know what was going on for a minute there." She came and sat on the bed, I sat up a little bit, my pink nightie on just like she had said. "I'm sorry I frightened you. Just look at you shake. Come here." She reached out and hugged me, stroking my hair. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I held her tight. "It's alright, I'm here now," she said. I felt much better when she said that. She pulled back my covers and said, "I think we'd both feel better if you were to sleep with me tonight. Come on, Joan. I see you've kept your bra and stockings on. I think you're getting used to them." She escorted me to her bedroom, and began to disrobe. It almost seemed natural watching her take off her jewelry and hang up her beautiful dress. She asked me to help take the braid out of her hair, and then brush it for her. I could tell she enjoyed the treatment I was giving her. As I gave her hair a stroke I couldn't help but notice an unusual red mark on her neck, but couldn't quite figure out what it was. I said nothing about it, however. In time she stood up, taking off her bra and panties, standing before me naked. She held her breasts and said, "Did you enjoy kissing them? I know you did," she said with a smile. She walked over to her vanity, taking a tube of lipstick. Wearing lipstick to bed helps keep your lips moist, she told me as she gave herself a generous coating. Looking at me she said, "May I do your lips, too?" The way she asked seemed quite unusual. She normally commanded me to wear a bra, or stockings. Now she was asking me. Somewhat puzzled, I nodded in consent. Smiling, she came and put the creamy red substance to my lips. As if to seal the moment, she put her red lips to mine and gave me a long passionate kiss. Momentarily she turned out the light, and joined me under the covers. In the dark, no one can tell what the other is wearing. All I knew was that I had a beautiful, naked woman next to me, even though I was wearing her lingerie and lipstick. I cautiously put my hand on her shoulder, as if asking permission to continue. Permission was granted as she guided it down to her breast again. I leaned my face over to hers, and she met me again with her mouth. I wanted her so bad. My tongue sought permission to enter her mouth, and it was granted. I found myself wanting to crawl on top of this woman, who was bewitching me. The only masculine thing I had strained for release from my panties.... "Slow down, Joan. No need to rush. But it is time for you to take off your panties. Then lay back down." I had no intention of arguing with her. My panties came down over the garter belt and stockings. Aunt Margaret pulled the nightie off, leaving just my bra and garter belt on. She gently laid me on the bed, as she herself got up from the bed. A match was struck, and candles lit. The room took on a romantic glow. Her breasts made a tremendous silhouette on the wall, her red hair shimmered in the candle's light. "I know you liked my perfume, so you may wear some," she said as she sprayed my neck and wrists. Setting the bottle down, she again joined me in bed. I laid perfectly still. "Tell me, Joan. Do you like being a pretty girl with red lips, and pretty lingerie, and wearing expensive perfume?" Whispering, I said, "Yes, Aunt Margaret. I really do," I said as my desire for her grew. "A woman wants her lovemaking very passionate. So I will be passionate with you, my little girl," she said. Her mouth descended upon my erection. I moaned loudly. Up and down her mouth went upon me. I was on fire for her. When she stopped for a moment I thought I would scream for release. She put one knee on one side of me, the other knee on the other side. She placed her hands on my wrist, in effect, pinning me down to her bed. Her breasts fell almost to my mouth. I leaned up to taste them, but couldn't reach her erect nipple. I stuck my tongue past my own red lips to taste them, but could only barely touch them. She was driving me mad with desire. Slowly she came towards me. My mouth grabbed her eagerly. Then she slowly descended upon me. The warm moistness of her vagina enveloped me. She still held my hands down as she lifted herself up my shaft, and down again. The fire returned to me, as did the moans. I knew that in a few moments, I would no longer be a virgin. She began breathing a little heavier herself. I found it exciting to be exciting her. I felt myself reaching a climax, she sighed and told me to wait just a second. I tried my hardest but felt the first shots coming. It seemed like I must have filled her insides, but she kept right on working up and down, faster and faster, and then she began to moan saying, "Oh, Joan, yes, that's it, Joan, I love you, Joan, you pretty little lady." Then she laid motionless upon me, I held her close. I saw the traces of my lipstick on her cheek, and then realized that was what I had seen awhile ago on her neck. She had been kissed by another woman that night. I wondered who she was, but said nothing. I think I remember pulling the cover over both of us before we went to sleep that night. I licked my red lips a time or two, and kissed my most unusual aunt. We both drifted off to sleep. I was hers now, a fact she well knew. Chapter Two - A Day of Shopping A beautiful day greeted me as I woke up. Aunt Margaret was already up and dressed. As she heard me stirring she said, "Joan, go ahead and take a shower, and then get dressed. I've laid a few things out for you, too." I knew what that meant, but after last night, who cared? I enjoyed the shower, remembering the erotic adventures of the previous day, wondering what else would happen to me this summer. I dried off, and returned to my bedroom. True to her word Aunt Margaret had indeed laid out my clothes for the day. The set consisted of purple bra and panties, a slip, pantyhose, and a dress. I didn't even consider fussing about them, as I pulled the pantyhose up, and snapped the hooks to the bra. As I buttoned the front of my dress, I saw the wig on the dresser, along with all of the makeup. I thought that Aunt Margaret would probably like it if I put those things on, so I did my best to do it right. It took some effort to get the wig on straight, but I finally managed it. My hands weren't near as steady as Aunt Margaret's as I tried to get my mascara and lip liner on, but I did the best I could. My lips took on a moist cherry color, and I found myself somewhat pleased by the results. I found a pair of sandals in the closet with a two inch heel, and put them on. I then opened the door and walked to the kitchen, hoping to receive a warm reception. Aunt Margaret was not disappointed. Looking at me she almost glowed. "Joan, you look lovely. Just look at how well your makeup looks, and your hair too. That dress is you!" she exclaimed. She turned me around several times, complimenting me about my lips and eyes, and what a good job I did finding a matching pair of shoes. "This calls for a celebration. Today, we'll go shopping and buy you some new outfits. Purple is such a good color for you, and I think I remember a lovely sequined gown at Taylor's Ladies Store. We'll have to go to the Lingerie Store, too." She quickly left me to sit at the table and write a list, presumably of things I would need. She did not see the look of panic and fear that came across my face. I had not yet been out of her house, and only seen from a distance on her balcony. I could not actually go into a store, could I? "Aunt Margaret," I said very cautiously, remembering her temper. That's really nice of you, but you really don't have to go to any trouble. I have plenty of pretty panties and bras here, and that closet is full of dresses I haven't even worn yet. There's no need to...." "Let me worry about that, Joan. I know you're worried about being outside of the house. But we'll be in the car most of the day, and I'll explain to the sales people that you're shy, so you won't have to do any talking. Look at the mirror. Do you see a boy? I don't, and neither will anyone else. Eat your breakfast, and then we'll go." I opened my mouth as if to say something in rebuttal, but was given that look that said there was to be no further discussion. "Just trust me," Aunt Margaret stated. Breakfast didn't taste too good. It was ruined by a sick feeling in my stomach that I was about to be embarrassed beyond belief. Aunt Margaret reminded me to redo my lipstick right before we left. She smiled, commenting on how well I had learned to do my makeup. We walked out the front door while a car load of boys my age, heading for the beach, drove by. They whistled and said, "Look at those legs." Laughing, they drove on, Aunt Margaret smiled, but I wanted to crawl under a rock. When we parked at the Lingerie Store I didn't want to get out of the car. Aunt Margaret came around and opened my door, extending her hand. Although she had a smile on her face, the words she whispered were not friendly, "Get out of that car right now, unless you'd like me to pull your wig off and let you walk home like a little boy in her mommy's makeup. Let's see what those surfers would think then. Sullenly, I got out of the car and followed her into the store. Thankfully, we were the only customers. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed one clerk behind the cash register, and another sales person on the floor. She came right up to us and said, "Why, Margaret, its so nice to see you. How can I help you today, and who is this gorgeous young lady with you?" Aunt Margaret didn't seem to notice my face becoming beet red again. She just presented her list to the sales lady. "Alice, my niece Joan needs some new lingerie. I'd like to get her a waist cincher, a padded push-up bra, a long line bra, an all-in-one bra and girdle, and stockings, some with seams, some fishnet, and some regular. Alice smiled at me and said, "Joan, you must love your aunt who would buy all of this for you, don't you?" All I could do was nod. The sales lady said, "Let me take you into the dressing room and get some measurements. We'll have to take that pretty dress off, though." A look of terror replaced my red, embarrassed face. I look to Aunt Margaret for some help. Some help. She just said, "Go with Alice, Joan. I know she'll take care of you well, and that you'll just love your new things." With a knowing smile she turned and walked towards the door and said, "I have some more shopping to do, but I'll be back in an hour. Treat Joan very special, Alice." "I will," Alice called out after her. Putting her arm around my shoulder she escorted me to the dressing room. I was too frightened even to speak. Thoughts of being arrested as some kind of pervert came to mind. I've heard stories of what can happen in a jail, and especially to people dressed like I was. It was like I was in a trance, or some kind of a dream world. I now wanted to wake up and be at home, far from this place. "Joan, I asked you to take your dress off." It was the voice of Alice beckoning me back into the world of reality. "Don't be shy, dear. I do this all of the time. There's nothing that would surprise me. Here. I'll even help you. With just a pleasant look she began unbuttoning the front of my dress, and removed it from me. I just had on my purple slip, bra and panties. "Those are so pretty, Joan. I think we have some other dainty garments for you." I felt nauseous. I barely remember Alice lifting the slip over my head. I wondered if she knew I was wearing a wig. Did she know I was a boy? Would she yell, go into hysterics, or faint if she found out? Now I just had my bra, panties, and pantyhose on. It was obvious that I had no breasts, just the chest of a boy. Alice only smiled and said, "You know, a good push-up padded bra would really help. She pulled out a measuring tape to go around my chest. When I felt her unsnap my bra, the last possible way I could keep my disguise, I pulled away from her, and covered my chest with arms. "Joan, what's the matter? Being flat-chested isn't a problem if you know how to make the best of it." Pushing my arms to the side, she took the bra off. Now I was down to my pantyhose and purple panties. "Yes, a good padded bra will really look nice on you. What color would you like: Black, White, or Beige? I know," she said, answering her own question, "we'll get you one of each." Alice left the room without another word. She hadn't caught on yet, I thought. Was she blind? Was she stupid? Why didn't she say something? She returned in a minute with several boxes, pulling from each the garment which would give the illusion that I had my own breasts. "Try this black one. It will match your panties underneath the pantyhose. You'll need to take those off anyway." I watched as she put the black bra on. It had lace around the cups, and a wide band with four snaps in the back. It felt so snug on me, but good. Alice straightened all the straps, and even pushed the cups up a little bit. I wondered if that was how it felt to be "felt up." "That works, doesn't it, Joan?" I allowed myself to nod, a little. "After you get your pantyhose off I'll measure you for your waist cincher, girdle, and all in one." I turned myself away from her and lowered the pantyhose, being careful not to put a run into them. I also hoped that she wouldn't see an unusual bulge in the front of the pretty purple panties. Again the measuring tape was placed around my waist, and then lowered to my hips. Had she noticed anything yet? She didn't say anything, and I couldn't tell by the expression on her face. Maybe I would get away with this after all. She left me again, and while she was gone I looked at myself in the mirror. With that special bra on it actually looked like I had breasts of my own. I felt underneath my cups, closing my eyes, thinking about what it would be like to have real boobs. I wondered how Aunt Margaret would react. Would she kiss them with her red lips the way I had kissed her with mine? I found myself becoming very excited by this fantasy. "That bra is very sexy, I think, Joan. Now let's try some of these other things too. Margaret will be back soon, and we don't want to keep her waiting." That was the understatement of the year. Alice turned me around. She must have noticed the erection under the panties, but still hadn't said anything yet. She put the waist cincher around me, and fastened it. It was tight. Six garters hung from this beautiful black garment, matching my bra. "That looks so nice, Joan. It perfectly matches your new bra. And as pretty as your purple panties are, I think you need black ones to have your outfit totally match. Your Aunt Margaret would agree," she said. With those words her fingers came between my waist, and the top of the panties, before I could move back or protest in any way, she quickly pulled them down to the floor. "Oh, no," I yelled. It was all over now. The secret was literally out, and straight out at that. I waited for the scream, the sirens, the fainting. I was headed for the slammer or the psych ward, I just knew it. Alice didn't scream, call for the police, or faint. She looked in my eyes, noting my fear. She looked at my hard-on, noting my excitement. Without missing a beat she said, "As hard as that thing is, you'll have a hard time having a smooth appearance. I think I can help. Alice went to her knees. She placed my hands on the tops of her shoulders and whispered, "I wanted to suck you from the minute you walked in the store." With that she eagerly came upon me. She took it all in and vigorously worked on it, her tongue sending powerful shivers of excitement all through my body. I noticed traces of her lipstick streaked along the shaft of my masculinity. I wondered how she could have known, and why she would do such a thing. I bent over as much as I could and touched her breasts, and began to rub them. She kept right on with her service to me. I began to feel that release was imminent. I squeezed her breasts hard, and ejaculated at that moment. She held me in her mouth, swallowing everything that I had put in there. When she released me from her lips she wiped me off with a tissue. After a moment, when we both gained our composure, she said with a smile, "I think now we can proceed with out any more intrusions." I stepped into the black panties she brought, and she pulled them up into place. During my time with Alice I changed underwear three times for her, trying different bras (I found myself getting excited by the long-line one), girdles (they were tight, but still exciting), and even the all-in-one. "Joan, with your all-in-one on you won't be able to wear your padded bra, so you'll need something else." Again she left me alone. A pile of garments had now been selected. I figured Aunt Margaret must have a pile of money to afford all of this. Alice came in with two boxes. From each she produced an odd looking thing. "These are prostheses, Joan. Normally they're used by ladies who have had breasts removed because of surgery. They fit into bras, and give the appearance of having a natural breast. These are very good quality, and no one will know that they aren't real." Alice put them into the cups of my all in one. She stood behind me, but I could see what she was doing as I looked in the mirror. Her hands shifted the devices into their proper places. She smiled and said, "Perfect." But she kept her hands on my "breasts" and began to squeeze. "Oh, Joan, you are so pretty. What a special young lady you are." She turned me around. I looked at her face. She now kissed me, her hands continuing to massage my breasts. It was a hard kiss. I put my arms around her, allowing her to do with me what she wanted. She held me close, kissing my lips, rubbing my breasts, as well as the crotch of my all-in-one. "Margaret is probably waiting. You may wear your new things if you like. You should get your dress on now, and don't forget to fix your makeup. We've smeared it just a little," she said with a knowing grin. She removed all of my purchases, allowing me the opportunity to dress, and check my makeup. When I came out of the dressing room, Aunt Margaret, Alice, and the other cashier all stood together smiling at me. It was obvious they had known my secret all along. But each one said how pretty I was as I came out. Even the clerk that I hadn't met yet said that she hoped to wait on me the next time. They all shared a giggle over that. Aunt Margaret paid for my new lingerie and we left. When we got into the car Aunt Margaret said, "There. That wasn't too bad at all was it?" She reached over and touched my new breasts. "They're wonderful. Don't you like them, Joan." I really did. "Now we have to stop by the department store. Are you up for it, Joan?" She laughed at her double entendre, but didn't seem to want any additional response from me. While we were driving to the next place, she stopped at a restaurant. "Let's go have some lunch while we're here." I got out of the car and walked with my Aunt into the restaurant. It was very full from the noon crowd. I felt every eye was upon me as we made our way to the table. Thankfully enough, Aunt Margaret ordered for the both of us, so I didn't have to speak to the waiter. His eyes had checked me over from top to bottom, and I didn't like it one bit. Aunt Margaret must have noticed him too, and she said, "The faster you get our order to the cooks, the faster we'll be eating." The meal was pretty good, and it looked as though no one was going to discover me. I chatted freely with Aunt Margaret during lunch. I could tell she was having a good time. She asked me to tell her about all of my purchases at the Lingerie Store. She didn't ask about Alice, but I think she knew what happened, judging by all their smiles when I came out of the dressing room. "The next store we'll visit is very elegant. They sell all kinds of formal wear, such as prom dresses, bridesmaid's outfits, and wedding gowns. They'll be very glad to help us, Joan." When we arrived at this store I knew Aunt Margaret was right. The store's display windows were full of elegant gowns, and beautiful wedding dresses. The clerk who waited on us was a beautiful blonde, very petite, with such a soft, feminine voice. She had a southern accent that just made your heart melt. "Miss Margaret," she said, "I'm so glad to see you and your niece here today. I've selected a number of things for her to try, let's all go see them." Again I was led to the back room. Aunt Margaret told me to take my dress off, which I did in front of the ladies. I still had on my all-in-one with the breast forms in it. A number of garments were held up. Aunt Margaret took charge saying "yes" or "no" to each. The beautiful clerk took some things out, and brought others in. The purple sequined dress was tried first. It was as pretty as Aunt Margaret had said. It went all the way to the floor. I tried on a scarlet outfit, and an emerald green one. Each one, it seemed, was more pretty than the one before it. Aunt Margaret was very pleased. "And now, Marilyn, I'd like you to bring in that last item I mentioned to you." The pretty southern belle Marilyn left the room, as Aunt Margaret helped me out of the last evening gown I was wearing. I was quite surprised by what she brought back. It was a wedding gown. Aunt Margaret just looked so proud when she brought it in. I was puzzled beyond belief. I even voluntarily spoke when she brought it in, not caring whether or not my voice gave me away. "Aunt Margaret, that's a wedding dress. I'm not getting married." "Shh, don't fuss, Joan. Just try it on. Marilyn is here to help you." "She'll have to put on the hooped skirt first, Miss Margaret." The hooped skirt would hold the gown way out. It took quite a bit of effort to put the contraption on. But when the gown was finally zipped up, even I had to admit how lovely it was. I didn't know why I needed it, but it was beautiful. I turned this way and that way, noticing different views of myself in all the mirrors. Marilyn and Aunt Margaret kept raving how beautiful I looked in it. Aunt Margaret said, "I'm going to go speak with the manager about all of these purchases, Joan. Marilyn, would you help her change, please?" "Of course, Miss Margaret. You go right ahead. When Aunt Margaret closed the door behind her Marilyn looked at me and said, "Joan, what a special bride you'll be someday. Any girl would be proud to look as pretty as you, and to be with someone so special as you are." She began to unzip my wedding gown, and helped me out of it. Her hands were so small and delicate, each nail painted in a soft rose color, very well manicured. She smiled such a pretty reassuring smile, and commented, "You have a gorgeous figure. I'm just a little jealous." Had she mis-spoken? Didn't she mean any boy would think I was pretty and want to marry me? If she only knew what gave me my figure she wouldn't be jealous, I thought. I thought it best not to say anything but, "Thank you, Marilyn. I noticed how pretty you were when I came in too." The pretty, petite clerk smiled, and leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Joan," she softly said. I wondered if she knew how beautiful I found her. Aunt Margaret came back in. "Your dresses will be delivered to our house, Joan. Just put your dress back on and come meet me in the car when you're through. She left again. Marilyn spoke next. "I know you're new in town, and not quite settled into your new circumstances yet, but I'd like to see you again, if you want." "I don't know, Marilyn. You're so sweet and pretty, but things are kind of..." I didn't want to say too much. Actually, I didn't know what to say. "Joan, I really think you're sweet. Miss Margaret told me how shy you are. But I think we could become very close friends." She squeezed my hands tightly, and kissed me again. This time on my lips. She smiled and said, "I'll be thinking about you, and how beautiful you are in your new gowns." With my dress on I left the store. True to her word Aunt Margaret was in the car. "Today was very special, wasn't it? Didn't I tell you that all you have to do is trust me, and I'll take care of it? You didn't have any problems today at all, did you?" Nodding my head I said, "No, Aunt Margaret." I leaned over to kiss her cheek. She turned her head towards me and it was her lips I kissed. We smiled at one another. As we turned out of the parking lot and onto the street, I saw Marilyn looking out the window, and she waved to me. Chapter Three - Joan Continues Growing The next few weeks settled into a routine. Each day I would dress in my new lingerie, put on my own wig and makeup, and wear whatever dress Aunt Margaret wanted me to wear. Most days we would stay around the cottage. Occasionally Aunt Margaret would go out in the evening, and come home late. Every now and then we'd go to a fancy restaurant and enjoy a meal. I was becoming more like the niece my Aunt wanted, and less like a boy. Most nights however were spent giving pleasure to one another. I think we both looked forward to our evening activities. On one especially interesting night Aunt Margaret made an unusual request of me at suppertime. "Joan, I'd like you to put on your purple evening gown this evening. Wear your black bra, waist cincher, and garter belt. Put on your seamed stockings. Also, I'd like for you to paint your fingernails in the color that you'll find on your dresser. A matching lipstick is there too for you to use." I had tried on the gown at the dress store, but had not worn it yet at home. After I helped Aunt Margaret clear the dishes, I went to my room to change. I had been wearing my all-in-one with the prostheses, and pantyhose. I took those off and put on what Aunt Margaret had requested. It was unusual for her to request that I polish my nails. She'd never mentioned that before, even though she had me watch her do her own. Mine had grown a little since I'd come to live with her. I did my best to copy what I had seen her do, and soon my nails were very pretty. It was now no problem to put my lipstick on, and it did match my nails shade for shade. I had come to love the feeling of nylon stockings. The seam up the back was so sexy! I made sure my gown looked good, and then looked in the closet for some shoes to wear. A pair that I had not noticed before stood prominently in front. They were satin high heels, with a strap to go around my leg to fasten it. They had been dyed to match my gown perfectly. The heels reached almost four inches I guessed. I put them on and tried to walk. It was so hard. My ankle slipped, and I stumbled a little too. I almost gave up, but figured that these were the ones Aunt Margaret wanted me to wear. So doing the best I could, I hobbled out to the living room, occasionally having to grab the wall to balance myself. I about did a double take as I entered the room. Standing before me in an identical gown was Aunt Margaret. I smiled a big smile. Even the shade of nail polish and lipstick were the same. The shoes were also. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was a redhead, and my wig was blonde, we might have been mistaken for twins. "Are you surprised, Joan?" "I sure am. You look so beautiful, Aunt Margaret." "And so do you. You know you're so special to me. Have you gotten used to your high heels yet?" "I'm not very sure footed yet." Aunt Margaret went to the stereo and turned on some music. "Dance with me," she said. Soon she took me in her arms, and swept me off my feet. At first she went very slow, helping me get used to the high heels I was wearing. But as the evening wore on the tempo increased. I had never had one dancing lesson, but soon found myself led in what Aunt Margaret called ballroom dancing. I was twirled from one end of the room to the other, complimented all the time. Aunt Margaret knew many kinds of dances, and knew them well. She led, and I willingly followed. The music turned slow, and she guided me close to her. She wore the same perfume as she did the first night we slept together. I laid my head on her shoulder and let the scent waft to me, moaning softly as it did. I kissed her neck. Then I stopped dancing, stood up straight, and said, "Thank you, Aunt Margaret for taking me in, and for taking care of me." Then I said, "Thank you for my new pretty clothes. I feel so pretty tonight." "You are so welcome, Joan, and you do look pretty." She guided me to the sofa and we sat down. I thought I noticed a small tear in the corner of her eye, but Aunt Margaret was smiling. "Is everything alright," I asked. "Everything is fine," she answered. "Wait here a moment and I'll call for you when I'm ready." She left for the bedroom. I was looking forward with great interest to whatever she was going to surprise me with. After about ten minutes (it seemed a lot longer) she called for me. "Joan, you may come in now." As I opened the door to her room, I saw that the candles had again been lit. Aunt Margaret had changed from her purple gown into a very unusual costume. Her long red hair was hanging down her shoulders. She had a black cat-like mask over the top of her face. She wore a black bustier with fishnet stockings. She also wore those beautiful black shoulder-length gloves again. She was wearing black patent high heels which must have been five inches, if not higher. Aunt Margaret, I could tell, was not wearing any panties. She sat at her chair. She did not smile as I came in the room, but I thought I heard her making a purring sound. "You look perrrrfect," she cooed. "Take off that pretty dress and let me see your lingerie." I did as instructed. While I did that she found a lipstick and said, "Put this on, little kitten." Again, I silently obeyed her. She had now reclined across her bed. "Come lay next to me, Kitten." This experience was quite new. I laid on my side next to Aunt Margaret. She rolled over to her night stand and brought out an object I had not seen. It was a fleshtone color, about 8" long. It had the shape of a man's penis. I had no idea what was going on. At the bottom of the instrument was a small switch. I watched her push it, and it began to make a buzzing sound. She knew I was watching her, so there was no need for her to tell me to watch her. "Joan, this is a vibrator. It can give a woman a lot of pleasure. Watch me." She touched it to her breast. I watched as she slowly licked her red lips. She raised the vibrator to her mouth and let her tongue go around the end of it. I noticed a vibration from underneath my panties when she did that. With her other hand she took mine. "See what you can do with it," she said. The vibrator really was shaking. I took it and touched her breast as she had done. "Go lower, Joan" she purred again. I figured out why she was wearing no panties. Slowly, delicately I put it to her bottom. "Put it on my pussy, little kitten" she whispered. Her fingers in the long black gloves parted the hair to either side. I found it to be no problem to insert the vibrator deep within her. "Pull it out and push it in slowly, Kitten," she said. I watched her respond to each movement. I saw her hands grab the blanket on the bed and squeeze. Her purring became louder. I wanted to please this vixen behind the mask. I slowly increased the rate of vibrator's motion. It pleased her. I did everything I could to please her, I began kissing her neck, and rubbing her breasts. "I love you, Aunt Margaret. I want you to enjoy this. Thank you for letting me be your little girl" I said. Her groans became louder and louder. "Faster, pretty girl, faster." Up and down I went, watching my hand give immense pleasure to my Aunt. Soon she shouted, "Pump my pussy, pump me hard, harder, yes, ohhh." She laid still, and I stopped my strokes, although I left the vibrator running inside her. In a moment or two her eyes opened and she looked at me. "You were very good. I'd like to reward you." Aunt Margaret removed the vibrator herself and turned it off. It was wet, almost dripping, from her own juices. She held it to my mouth. "Taste it, Joan. Its time you learned to appreciate it." I opened my mouth and she shoved the penis in. "Clean it all off, Kitten" she purred. It tasted so unlike anything I had ever ate. At first, it wasn't good, but after a moment or two I could tolerate it. By the end, I let my tongue eagerly search for every last drop. When I was quite through, Aunt Margaret removed the dildo from my mouth. "Take your panties off, Kitten" were her next words. Eager for my reward, I obeyed her. She leaned over me and kissed me. Then she kissed the vibrator, then me again, and back and forth. The leather of her glove felt soft and cool against my erection as she worked her way down. Gently, she pulled my legs apart. Licking her lips she descended to my groin. I felt her tongue touching me in places she hadn't before, going down well beyond my scrotum. In a moment her tongue came back to my penis and I laid back. I knew I was in for a great time. I closed my eyes and waited for the special tingles that came. I felt, however, a pressure from below. The pressure turned quickly into a pain, as I felt something go up inside me. "Aunt Margaret, what is it, what...." "Lay down, Kitten, just relax." I felt something go way, way, up. It hurt. Aunt Margaret held me down. At last it stopped. I began feeling her lips going up and down me again. The good feeling began to return. When I thought I could relax again, something began to stir and shake from deep inside me. Aunt Margaret had inserted the dildo in me and turned it on. Still holding me down with her hand, and still sucking me, she began to do to me what I had done to her. I thought I would scream, it hurt, it felt good, I wanted more, I wanted her to stop, I wanted it faster, I wanted it slower. My pelvis went up and down, in perfect synchronization with her lips and the humming vibrator. "Do it, Aunt Margaret, I want it so bad, faster, faster, oh yes...." I exploded in ecstasy. More than any of the previous times. The dildo was removed. Aunt Margaret licked her lips, and I held her tight. I was spent, and near the point of passing out. She took off her mask, looked me in the eyes and said, "Goodnight, Kitten." Those were the last words I heard that night. Another beautiful day came our way. I got up out of bed, and made my way to get cleaned up. I even thought I'd bring Aunt Margaret's breakfast to her in bed. After my bath I selected a fresh set of lingerie to wear, did my makeup, put on a pretty blue dress for the day, and was about to put my wig on. "No need to worry about that today, Joan. You're not going to need that on today." I looked up to see Aunt Margaret in the doorway watch me at my vanity. "But its so pretty, Aunt Margaret, and it makes me look so feminine." I could barely believe that I was trying to defend putting on a wig to look feminine. "Your makeup and dress look fine, let's go fix our breakfast." Instead of bringing her breakfast in bed, we took a tray out onto the balcony. It occurred to me that I had not even been to the beach during the day. On the other hand, I hadn't missed it that much either. "My hairdresser will be coming today, Joan. She's going to give you a permanent. Your own hair is getting a little longer, so you won't need a wig any more. You'll look like a lovely girl without a wig." Feelings of fear returned. The thought of being discovered were quite unnerving. Yet Aunt Margaret had not let me down yet, and in fact had made the other experiences more than pleasurable. Still unsure, however, I said, "Yes, Aunt Margaret." I was told my appointment was set for 11:00 that morning. Aunt Margaret washed my hair and wrapped a towel around it. She made a place in the kitchen for me to sit. Promptly at the designated hour the doorbell rang. Aunt Margaret went to answer it. I was relieved to hear the voice of another female, and soon the two ladies walked in. "Joan, this is my hairdresser, Mrs. Erickson." "Hello, Joan. So you're getting your first perm today?" "Yes, ma'am." Aunt Margaret added, "And could you perhaps give her a facial and manicure while her hair is setting?" "I'd be delighted, Margaret." A number of smelly solutions were put into my hair. It hurt when all of the rollers were added. They showed me wha