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Auntie's Niece
By Carol Francine Saunders
Many years ago, when I was age 15 and visiting my Aunt Jean,
I had worked up the nerve to ask her to dress me in my cousin
Sally's clothes. I had always been especially fond of Aunt Jean.
I enjoyed spending two weeks with her each summer. She seemed
so easy to talk with, much easier than her sister, my mother. Aunt
Jean was divorced from her husband. She and Sally had lived
together until last year when Sally moved away for college.
My spending the two weeks of summer vacation with Auntie
Jean seemed a good time to ask her. But what would she think if I
asked her such a question? I had a life-long desire to dress in
girl's clothes, but I did not know why and I had never talked to
anyone about it. I had sneaked a few things of my mother's once
in a while and did the same thing with my sister Nancy's clothes.
But I never felt I could talk to either one of them about my
unnatural desire.
A few times, I was nearly found out, when Nancy or Mother
came home unexpectedly, and I had to hurry and change back to my
own clothes in my bedroom, then secretly get their clothes back
to where they were. I had gotten bold a few times, even putting on
nail polish and lipstick, high heels and one of Nancy's prom
dresses. I felt so good, yet so shamed of myself for sneaking
around to do it. I thought, what if an understanding woman or
girl would agree to dress me as a female and let me try "being a girl"
under their supervision?
Auntie Jean seemed like a good person to ask.
"Auntie Jean, could I ask you a question? And will you promise
not to laugh?"
"Billy, now what could be so mysterious? Have I ever laughed
at your ideas? What is it?" she asked thining that maybe something
might be wrong.
"Well...I; I have thought a long time now... wondered about
how boys and girls are different; I mean what they wear, how the
things girls wear are so much different from boy's clothes," I was
really stumbling over my own rushing hopes. "I have often
wondered how I might feel if I had a chance to be dressed up as a
girl. I've been too scared to ask Mother or Nancy, but I have
always felt comfortable talking with you." I paused to see if I
had picked the right words, but her bemused look of concern was
unchanged so I pressed on with my desires in a rush of words. "Do
you think that maybe, while I was staying with you this week,
you would let me see how it would feel to pretend I was a girl,
and wear my cousin Sally's clothes?"
"Why Billy, what would make you want to do something like
this? What makes you think being a girl would be easier than or
better than being a boy? You know that being a girl is more than
just trying on dresses, you would not even get a hint of how it is to
be a girl unless you did it for a week or more." she took my
hands in hers as if to comfort me despite her words. "There are
neighbor and others who might drop in. If you were to become my
"niece" for the next week or two, I must really treat you like a girl,
you know."
An uncertainty crept into my mind. Could I become good
enough as a girl to convince others...
"But really, you're not serious are you? What ever gave you
this idea? Is there something else you want to tell me? Is it...are
you questioning whether you are, maybe gay?"
"No, not at all. I really do like girls, I have crushes on
them all the time," I protested anxiously not wanting her to think
that, yet knowing I owed her some kind of explanation. "But,
unlike some of the boys who only think of girls as for having sex
with, I think of girls and women as interesting, different, and for
whatever reason, I have always wished I was free to dress up as a
girl sometimes. But not to have people laugh at me or think I was
strange. I really don't know what to do. But, I thought, if I had
the chance to be a girl for a while, maybe here with you, I could see
if maybe the desire would get out of my system. If I had a chance
to be a girl for a few days?"
"Well then, Billy; to satisfy your curiousity, maybe your
Auntie should agree to dress you up in the clothes that you think will
be enjoyable to wear. But what if after a while you feel that
wearing girls' clothes is no so much fun?" She shook her head
thinking of ever so many questions. "Will you like wearing and
walking in high heels? Have you ever thought that wearing girls'
clothes would not be so desirable? And, if you dress up and don't
like it, and our neighbors have seen you as a girl; do you have the
courage to stick it through until your visit is over?"
"Yes. I have not thought about this lightly. I would not have
asked you if I thought it was just a lark. I feel this is something I
really must do. With Sally away at college, and just the two of us
here for two weeks; I thought this would be a chance I might not
have again."
"Alright. I see you are serious about this. But since you want to
try being a girl, then just dressing up will not do. We will have to
show you how it might be if you were in fact a girl. We will have
to give you a girl's name, keep you only in girl's clothes for several
days, let you try having your hair in curler, and nail polish on
constantly, everything possible to let you feel like a girl.
Eventually, as you live and behave as a girl, you will probably
see how much better off you are as a boy!"
She nodded her head in knowing self satisfaction.
Your name will be Cynthia. Cindy. I will try not to think of
you as my nephew Billy, you will be my niece, Cindy. Of
course, you will have to shave off whatever leg and body hair
you have, except what's covered by your panties, especially if you
want to look good in a party dress. To get you in a feminine
mood, you must fully look female. And your body hair will grow
back in time," she suggested as if testing my will to be a complete
girl. "Be a good sport! With my new electric razor, you won't feel a
thing."
Nervously I wondered how long it really might take for the hair
to grow back? How could I explain it when I went swimming later
in the summer? Yet, if I didn't shave my adventure would end
now!
"Okay, I'll shave it off," I promised knowing that the die was
cast. Once my body was shaved there was really little chance for
retreat.
"Good. Go upstairs to my bathroom where the electric razor
is. Once your body is shaved as smooth as a girl's I want you to
take a nice bubble bath. While you are getting all dainty I will
look through Sally's things she left behind. Maybe some of her
older clothes which were smaller would fit you nicely."
After I was completely shaved, I gingerly stepped into the pink
foaming bubble bath to soak in wonderful ease as I heard my Aunt
Jean in her bedroom. Then it dawned on me that she might
expect to see me naked in order to dress me as a girl!
I bathed, dryed, and dusted with the girlishly smelling powder
she handed me through the partly opened door. Uncertainly, I
wrapped my now all too dainty form in a bath towel to nervously
enter the bedroom.
Auntie had me stand naked with my back to her as she slipped
a pair of Sally's nude toned spandex panty briefs up my legs, which
smoothed my loins.
Seeing my embarrassment, she half giggled with amusement,
as she ran her fingers over my body to use her razor and skin cream
to remove what little body hair I had missed. Auntie then plucked
my eyebrow hairs with a pair of tweezers until I feared that all that
was left was a thin ultra-feminine line that would not vanish in
two weeks!
Satisfied with denuding me she reassured me that my feminine
brows could be brushed into a shaggy masculine look by
demonstrating the change before the vanity mirror. And as I sat
looking at the growing femininity of Cindy's face she set my
longish hair into rollers.
"Now that you are wearing only your underpants, I mean your
lingerie, we can get proper measurements," she noted seeing that
my modesty was protected, even if I was blushing over being seen
so close to being naked as she took a sewing tape to carefully
measure.
"My, my, I can no longer see my nephew, just a young girl.
Soon I will know you only as Nancy's sister! Now, we will be
sure to get all your sizes; bust, hips, waist. We will add a few
inches to your "bust" with bust pads. All young ladies want to
enhance their nearly B look with falsies, and I am certain you
will look great in Sally's." With teasing delight she playfully
touched each of my little nipples with her index finger causing me to
swallow my chagrin. Then she took the tape measure to my foot.
"And your feet, I don't know if Sally's shoes or mine would fit
you better. They may be snug, but to be a woman is to suffer."
Auntie had me sit as she gave me a manicure and polished my
fingernails a lovely pink, and then had me let them dry while she
went to Sally's room to get other clothes for me to try on.
Before she left she promised she would keep me in dresses
the next full week. I would assume a female identity for that time
as "Cindy", since all the boy-clothes I brought would be locked
away before she returned and I would have only girl's clothes to
wear.
After she left I found myself sitting very carefully with my
hands on the vanity table, so that my pretty nails could dry, seeing
in the vanity mirror a young girl sitting, all but nude, in her panty
brief with her hair up in curlers.
Soon my Auntie Jean returned with a large box full of lovely
things to wear which she dumped happily on to her bed along with a
camera!
"Hold out your fingers, I will give your fingernails another
coat of polish. Then I'll do your toenails. You will feel really
feminine wearing nail polish, you will leave them painted all
week, you must practice being feminine!" she observed picking up
the polish to do my finger nails before taking a buff pad to smooth
out the skin on my feet before giving me a pedicure to finish off
with nail polish.
Then to my surprise she took a snap shot with her cam- era!
"Just for my scrapbook. But, maybe you would like me to
send copies to your mother and sister?" she teased only to see the
sheer fear in my eyes. "Well, perhaps for now, just for me."
"Now that we have your sizes, I want you to put on your female
foundation garments all by yourself; panties, high waisted panty
girdle, padded bra, nylons, and slip. You will feel quite different
as a high school sophomore in feminine lingerie."
With her amuse guidance I slipped on the lingerie learning
from her how to cup my breasts by leaning forward to add to the
falsie filled cups before raising the bra straps. Then she
showed me how to roll up my nylons to attach them to the girdle
garter snaps before I lowered the white silken nylon slip over my
feminized form to feel the sheer delight of lacy hems brushing taut
smooth nylons.
"You really look girlish in your lingerie, wait until we're
finished with you!" she promised looking at the start of her
handiwork with a nod of approval that made me happy with the
knowledge that she saw some promise in the transformation.
"Auntie, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I feel so
good already. Do you think I am just a Sissy?" I asked in wonder
over how nice it felt to be dressed so. Even more exciting than I
dreamed.
Listen, Girlie, I've never had a chance to do something like this.
I am kind of looking forward to this. If it's a girl you want to be, a
girl is what I'll make you be. Making you really pass as a girl will
be a challenge for me as well." she promised taking yet another
picture as if to remind me that if I chickened out she would have a
record of my first moments in skirts!
With these words of encouragement a pretty pink teenage dance
party dress came over my head and was zipped up my back. Then
matching pink two inch pumps before she draped a ruffled pink
plastic make-up cape around my neck. Auntie put her arm behind
my neck as she applied lipstick to my mouth with her other
hand. Then she quickly applied false eyelashes, cut down to fill in
where my own lashes were not so full as a girl's. This was
followed by a hint of eye make-up and highlighting blusher
suitable for a young teenager. She combed my hair out into a
feminine style before removing the cape to add clip on little gold
earrings, charm bracelet, necklace, and a woman's watch to
complete my transformation.
She then walked me to the full-length mirror to show me "How
pretty I was!" as she took more pictures to add to her collection.
"Cindy, be a good girl now and change out of your dress,
I'll unzip you. After some more make-up is on you, we will dress
you in another outfit and I will take pictures of you, in case you
want to show your mother or to Sally or Nancy! You will really see
how it feels to be dressed like a girl all day, every day. If you want
to change back right now into your boy-clothes, go ahead if you
can find them; otherwise you must stay a girl all week!" she
laughed and then, seeing my wistful gazing in the mirror, she
continued by asking, "Young Lady, Cindy? Are you really familiar
with what you want? How many times have you dressed up as a
girl before? Maybe I should give you lessons in being a girl, so you
will know how to look and act sweet. If you really want to look
nice, you will have to let me train you properly!"
Auntie couldn't keep from giggling as she sorted through
clothing items scattered on the bed, as I stood there waiting for
the next outfit she wanted me to try on. My makeup was
freshened, to be applied expertly in a glamour-girl manner, more
professionally than I would have expected.
She had me practice dressing and undressing, each time putting
me in yet another set of panties, nylons, a panty girdle, padded
bra, full nylon slip, and black high heels with straps. After a
spray of perfume, she put my arms through the sleeves of a silk
blouse to be buttoned and zipped up.
Auntie showed me how to sit with my skirt straight and my legs
crossed, saying that, "With a little practice, you could go to school
as the new girl in town!"
Auntie showed me how to use feminine mannerisms, walk in
high heels, and to quickly apply makeup. She said that being
female was more in the mind than between the legs. And she
promised, "I will work with you until you are a perfect little lady."
She took a whole roll of pictures of Cindy in many poses and
outfits. And before we both knew it was time for me to put on a
nightgown and go to bed in Sally's room, which was to be
Cindy's room as long as she stayed in petticoats as Auntie Jean's
niece.
I enjoyed being dressed and treated as a girl. The expert help
and advice made me feel wonderful. I feel asleep with my hair up
in curlers dreaming of my new life as a girl.
The next day as she awoke me she supervised me expertly as I
dressed and made up, wearing a knee-length full skirted princess
styled yellow cotton dress, saying I would stay a girl all day, that
maybe my parents would like to see how pretty a daughter they had.
Then as we went down to breakfast, which she announced I
was to make, she got out her video tape camera explaining that she
planned to film me in each of several different outfits during the
week as I lived the life of a girl, then she planned to play it back
each day so she could coach me better and might improve myself
as a girl.
"I will continue to teach you how to practice acting and
walking like a girl while you are doing all the household chores I
would expect any high school girl to do. Then after supper I will
give you further charm school lessons in being a girl.
It is so delightful, dressing you as a female! I look forward to
keeping your nails polished, your body hairless, and making you be
a girl. You will spend hours in learning to walk, talk, and act as a
female. Maybe you would like to try going out in public as a girl.
But you would have to use the ladies' room only. I will show you
how to keep your skirt and slip out of the way as you use the toilet
like a woman. There is much to teach you about being a woman.
Dressing you up is more fun than I thought it would be. Fun is
what it's all about. You like wearing nail polish, makeup, and high
heels. You envy pretty girls who do so. You long to be a female
just like them. Then what difference does it make that you're a
boy? Males in panties, bras, and dresses might not be appealing
to everyone, but as long as you like to do it, and I enjoy helping
you do it, let's enjoy it."
"I will let you become the woman you pretend to be. Are you
enjoying being obedient, and girlishly submitting to my dressing
you as a lady?
"I just might send you home in a nice, feminine outfit so
everyone can see you as Cindy. By then you will have learned
more of the niceties of being a woman, from applying makeup to
walking through town in high heels as a woman, including being
whistled at by men who do not know you are not really a girl."
I was looking forward to Auntie Jean making me be a woman
all week.
At the end of the first week on Saturday night, as she helped me
to get ready, she announced how she would really do me up for the
evening out, as a reward for being her niece all week long.
She had me take another perfumed bath and again she shaved
my boy hair, "to get the ones we missed before."
She set out everything she wanted me to wear. I couldn't
help but feel feminine and girlish. Auntie handed me a pair of black
silk panties, they felt so nice going up my smooth legs. She
fastened a black bra behind my back, and placed breast inserts in the
cups. The bra was in lace, matching my panties. The weight of
my bra straps was delightful. Next came a waist cincher, it reduced
my waist- line nicely; then a black panty girdle, with its padded hips
and buttocks to give me a feminine shape. She hooked a black
lacy garter belt on me, and proceeded to roll seamed nylons up my
legs.
"You should be feeling pretty sexy by now" she told me. "Those
black nylons look so sexy on you."
Auntie adjusted the toes of my nylons, slightly displaying
my polished toenails; she slipped the open-toed heels, with sling
backs, on my girlish feet, saying they would be appropriate for an
evening out.
The heels were fairly high, but comfortable. They were of white
patent leather, 4-inch heels with buckled straps. I carefully slid my
feet into them, it was a fantastic sensation as my polished toenails
peeked through the open toes of the shoes.
Auntie knelt down and buckled the straps. Then she had me
stand.
I teetered a bit, then walked over and sat at the vanity table. I
felt very feminine in my high heels and looked forward to wearing
my pretty dress.
Aunt Jean took the long black slip from the bed, had me put my
arms through the straps, and she slid it down over my shoulders and
smoothed it over my body. She admired my girlish appearance
as she began to apply my makeup.
Auntie frosted my eyelids in blue, penciled my eye brows,
added long false eyelashes and eye liner.
I felt so feminine as I blinked with my false eyelashes.
Next came blush on my cheeks as she used a brush to finish
feathering it out. A gold necklace and dangling earrings came just
before my curly blonde wig.
"You will have more fun as a "blonde" she told me, as she hair-
sprayed my wig.
Soon a delightful, pretty woman stood watching me, it was my
reflection in the mirror. I loved being Cindy as Auntie helped me
into my long sleeved frilly blouse, and buttoned it up my back.
She had me step into my skirt, being careful not to snag it with my
heels. She slid it up over my hips, it was a dark slim skirt and
matching jacket. She buttoned it and zipped me up.
"Now no one will know you're a boy," she said, as she applied
fresh lipstick to my mouth. After she finished, we left in the car, to
tour the town as an Auntie and her visiting niece. My
confidence was building, I felt I would be able to carry out
successfully, my new female role.
This was not the End, but Cindy's New Beginning!
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