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Aunt Karen and Her Niece Andy By Kresha Matay When I was ten, I became fascinated by women and their clothes. I still don't know what caused my fascination. I do know that my interest increased with each passing day. Maybe it was puberty, or an imbalance of hormones or as I've recently come to believe, I was a person born genetically different. All I'm really sure of is...I'm glad it happened. The initial stages of my quest for feminine knowledge took the form of comparing women when they weren't conscious of my appraisal. I scrutinized the manner in which women dressed, how they walked, how they talked, how they motioned and how they carried themselves. I spent every possible moment of my free-time secretly scanning department store catalogs and my Aunt Karen's women's magazines, paying particular attention to the clothing, the shoes and the lingerie. I committed to memory all the various types and styles of feminine apparel. I studied any advertisement describing the benefits of the materials from which women's garments were manufactured. In an effort to fully understand how these fabrics "moved" when worn, I studied women and young girls when they moved about. Naturally I took great pleasure in sneaking peeks up or down a woman's dress when an unguarded moment offered itself. Initially I peeked up their skirts in order to see their hose and lingerie, since I was then too young to be influenced by sexual curiosity. Most of the time, the woman never even noticed my interest, but when a woman did catch me in the act, she usually dismissed it as the normal actions of a rude but normally curious young boy, or possibly she may have considered my interest a compliment. Let me tell the reader about myself. I am an only child, living with my divorced Aunt. My parents had been killed in a automobile accident when I was very young. We lived in the secluded countryside just outside Columbus, Ohio. Having no nearby neighbors my own age, I enjoyed an abundance of leisure time to amuse myself. I wasn't good at sports and didn't have a muscular physic. In fact, I was thinner than the other boys my age. I enjoyed reading, music and play acting. My Aunt encouraged me in my pursuits and even joined me in many of them. Aunt Karen was a sexy young woman, had a great figure and liked to wear stylish clothes. Her hair was jet black and fell to her shoulders in cascades of soft curls. Her facial features had the classic proud look of a "Maureen O'Hara". Her breasts were large, firm, round and drew the attention of both men and women. She was tall, with long sexy legs, narrow ankles and shapely calfs. While her real age was mid-thirties, she easily passed for a lot less. She was constantly being asked for dates, but refused all requests. Auntie had been badly hurt by her ex-husband's infidelity, the embarrassment, and the pain of the divorce and currently wanted nothing to do with any man. This is not to say she "liked" women, she just didn't want to be hurt again! You might think this male hating attitude would've affected our relationship. It didn't! She looked upon me as her own child, not as another male who could hurt her someday. As I grew up, we developed a close and special feeling for each other. I loved her and she loved me. Aunt Karen spent her time doing all the wonderful things, around the house and garden, that a young woman of means was able, (the final settlement had been very favorable). Aunt Karen encouraged me to participate alongside her in many of her endeavors...and I did. Since there was but the two of us, I helped with many of the household chores that would normally have been considered "woman's work". I helped her with the shopping, the cleaning, the washing, the cooking and I also learned how to iron. One of the chores that I later came to enjoy was washing clothes. It gave me the opportunity to examine my Aunt's clothing. At first, none of her most delicate lingerie showed up in the laundry. When I questioned her as to their whereabouts, she explained. "Oh! I felt you might be a little embarrassed handling my more delicate lingerie. Most young boys are confused and embarrassed by the differences between men's and women's clothes and the materials of which they're made. In addition, some of my "things" are so dainty they must be hand- washed in the bathroom sink, laid out on a towel a certain way to dry and folded differently then my other clothes. I'd rather do them myself than cause you to become embarrassed. After I assured her I wouldn't be embarrassed, she taught me how to care for her finer lingerie. She even turned it into a teasing game between us. Now I had the opportunity to compare the knowledge I had garnered from the catalogs against some of the actual items. I learned how bras could be adjusted and how they clipped in back. I learned how to wrap a garter-belt around my waist, clip it in front, and then "spin" it around till it faced forward. I learned how decidedly different the textures of women's clothes were from my own clothes. I learned why girdles where made from different materials, combined together in order to stretch at certain points and to hold firmly at others. I also learned how the different types of bras performed their functions in shaping, lifting and molding a woman's breasts to enhance her appearance. Whenever Aunt Karen went clothes shopping, I made sure I was invited to go along with her. I acted boyishly embarrassed in the dress and lingerie departments, but in reality, I loved being where most "men had never gone before". It gave me the opportunity to see, up close, all the "special" sexy clothes my Aunt and other women wore. Aunt Karen would notice my "false" embarrassment and tease me by holding some sexy lingerie against herself and ask. "How do you think it would look on me?" I would sheepishly smile, head bowed, and offer my opinion. Often, my Aunt would have me hold a dress up against myself for her to supposedly view the length even though we both knew I wasn't as tall as she. It was just a game we played. Both of us knew she was just teasing and both of us enjoyed the game. Afterwards, she would treat me to a sundae or shake at the local "Dime Store" or soda fountain. This was her way of making up to me for the teasing. My assistance, whenever she shopped, helped to further develop the close relationship the two of us enjoyed?being with each other more than being with anyone else. Because of this, she treated me differently than the way most young boys get treated by their female relatives. She still viewed me as a child, but offered me many opportunities to partake of adult experiences. Whenever we watched TV, I would lie on the floor, near her chair, but at an angle, so I could secretly stare up her casually displaced skirt. Each time my ears heard the soft whisper of nylon against nylon, my eyes would strain to see up between her momentarily opened thighs, hoping to catch a flash of pink, or white, or another equally exciting shade of colored panties. I loved the sensuous sound her nylons made as she crossed or uncrossed her knees. My Aunt was never really careless in her posture, but I was able, on a few occasions, to see up her displaced skirt to that dark zone of mysterious womanhood which peaked my youthful desires. I attempted all the conventional strategies to discover my Aunt naked or semi-dressed as most young boys before me have done, to their female family members. Often, I peeked through keyholes. Sometimes, I knelt outside her bedroom window, hidden by the bushes, straining to see through the narrow gap between the shade and the window frame. Once, I crawled between our closets, they were offset and connected, there, hidden under the drape of one of her gowns, I quietly sat, inhaling the sweet scents that emanated from the materials, while gently caressing the skirt portion against my hairless cheek. I remained there, my eyes "glued" to the tiny "crack" between the doors for over two hours, but all Auntie did was straighten her dresser drawers and brush her hair, much to my disappointment. Though none of these furtive attempts really succeeded, I did enjoy the trill of the venture and would spend hours fantasizing over what little I was able to glimpse. Once or twice, I noticed a small smile sneak across her lips when an attempt failed. I wasn't sure if my Aunt realized what was going on, but prayed she wouldn't figure it out. I continued my secret voyeurism and over time was somewhat rewarded for my efforts. Every now and then, Aunt Karen would be less vigilant, thereby allowing me to see down the vee of her blouse or robe as she bent to kiss me goodnight. On other occasions, I would see up her skirt, just past the welts of her hose, as I helped her out of our car. Sometimes she encountered a difficulty in getting dressed and would ask for my assistance with a stuck zipper or snap or button. These special moments, infrequent and fleeting, became the highlights of my daydreams. I combined these small incidents into full-fledged fantasies and sometimes they even appeared in my dreams. As I grew older, these fantasies became more complex. Initially, I tried to picture myself as "Karen". I attempted to insert my mind into her body, "feeling" how she dressed, walked and moved. I would envision her dress draped over my imagined breasts, drawn tightly across my firm derriere, as the hem swirled around my nylon encased knees when I walked across a room in my 3" heels. I even imagined I could "sense" as my breasts "jiggled" with each step. I pictured my smooth shaven legs encased in her sheer nylons and my arched feet in her high heels. I could visualize my maleness surrounded by her sheer panties. My recently developed sensitive balls "floating" within the delightfully cool and silky material. I did enjoy my illusions, but was always left wanting. Therefore I was compelled to create new mental images. In these fantasies I became my Aunt's daughter instead of her nephew. It was much easier to create new adventures while still staying within my own body versus taking over my Aunt's. This was much more satisfying! Oh, how pleasant it would be to share "our" being female. We would spend our days and nights pursuing all the wonderful adventures my new identity now allowed. I would don the pretty dresses, skirts, blouses and sensuous lingerie that I yearned for, but up till now had had no opportunity to wear. Now we would share each other's clothing. Now we would spend hours at the beauty shop together, having our nails manicured and our hair styled while we sat and eavesdropped on the other women's "mysterious" conversations. When we went shopping I could actually try on the dresses instead of merely having them held up against me. I envisioned us "girl talking" over lunch, while being flirted with by the waiters and the male customers. If I was her daughter, she would no longer be concerned with being as modest in my presence...afterall, we would both be females. We would walk around the house in the briefest of clothes and even naked, if that's how we felt. We would hug and cuddle each other whenever one of us felt "low", or just because we "needed" a hug. We would spend hours, in the evenings, dressed in our finest peignoirs, our legs tucked up under the flowing drape of our gowns, discussing anything and everything of interest to two females. My Aunt would tell me stories of her girlhood, her first date, her first kiss, and how "it" had felt the first time. I would now be privy to all her feminine secrets that as a male I could never know. I can't explain in words how strong the craving to become my Aunt's daughter became in my daily life. I woke up each morning with that thought and went to sleep with it still on my mind. Naturally, this constant desire led me to my first adolescent attempt at crossdressing. I wanted to "see" what I looked like dressed as a girl and how feminine clothing would actually feel against my skin. When Aunt Karen was out, I would go up to our attic, where I had discovered my Grandmother's old steamer trunk and play dress-up. The clothes, in the large trunk, were mostly older style dresses and gown's, some costume jewelry and a few hats with veils. The dress hems unfortunately fell well past my knees (having been the style at the time), but the hats were wonderful. They disguised my short haircut and the veils lent a sense of mystery to the face hidden behind them. These old clothes allowed me to enter another world...the world of my fantasies. Also packed away, in a large cardboard box sitting next to Grandma's trunk, was a white crinoline half-slip. It didn't fit under any of the dresses, so when I wore it, I didn't bother with a dress. The real treasure was buried under the slip...a three quarter length, black, body girdle (unfortunately without garters). I fit into it quite easily (the knowledge garnered from studying catalogs). I loved how it shaped, proportioned and constricted my torso, aiding the feminine illusion I was creating. This furtive crossdressing went on for almost five years. During that time, I would sneak up to the attic every chance I was alone in the house. At times I was able to "steal" a pair of panties, a bra and/or nylons (Aunt Karen never wore pantyhose) from the laundry hamper. I learned to push my balls aside, fold back my dick, squeeze my thighs together and slither the delicate material up my legs and around my buns. This gave me the "look" of the feminine vee where my legs joined my abdomen. I would gently tease and squeeze my smooth, panty covered buns as I dreamt of girlhood. Later, I would slip on one of Grandma's dresses, using my balled up socks, to give the illusion of feminine breasts. This was a poor substitute for real tits, but was the best I could manage. When I tried putting on the hose, they always fell down to my ankles (I had no garters). Disappointed, I would slip my hands inside them and gently rub them across my face, neck and legs. Later, I would lift the hem of my dress, move my panties aside, and stroke my erect penis, all the while fantasizing about my Aunt and my being female. Sometimes, I would "prance" from one end of the attic to the other, reveling in the feel of the clothes and the fantasy of not only being a girl, but Karen's daughter. I would sit on a chair, cross my thighs in a most proper manner and view myself in an old, dusty mirror I had properly positioned for just that purpose. I would slowly raise the hem above my knees and part my slender thighs so I could see the small band of colored nylon covering my "pussy". Once, I even borrowed my Aunt's Polaroid camera and took photos of my feminized reflection. Acting the parts of both characters, I created conversations between myself and Aunt Karen. This helped me develop a distinctly feminine voice pitched slightly higher, yet softer than my own. These glorious moments, lost in my transgendered fantasy world, made my desire to crossdress stronger with each passing day. Eventually, I would return the borrowed "pretties" to the hamper and assume my Aunt never noticed the few times I left a stain. Many a night, alone in my bedroom, I used the pictures to relive the experiences, gently masturbating myself to sleep. I was discovered one Saturday morning, just after my fifteenth birthday, when I thought Karen (by this age I called her by name), was out grocery shopping. I had hurried to her hamper, picked out a pair of powder blue, nylon panties and rushed up the attic stairs. Moving quickly to Grandma's trunk, I opened it and selected my favorite evening-gown. Stripping off my hated male clothing, I smoothly stepped into the diaphanous panties until they slipped tightly around my tush as my penis strained against the delicate, smooth nylon. I choose that moment to look into the old mirror and seemed to see Aunt Karen's sensuous body reflected back at me. The image had round, feminine hips, long tapered legs, a flat stomach and was crowned by her large firm breasts. This was the most powerful vision my overactive imagination had ever produced. I slowly ran my fingertips up, down and across my ribcage finally stopping when they reached my now pouting nipples. I teased and twisted each nipple, flicking the aroused flesh until they ached with desire. My mind raced, "If my small nipples could feel this wonderful, how much more sensuous would they be if they were real." Lost to all caution, by the fire burning inside my loins, I grabbed Grandma's gown and slid it over my feverishly aroused body. Grasping a pair of my Aunt's old flats that I had previously "stolen" from a bag of clothes to be discarded, I "pranced" and "swished" across the uneven attic floor, swinging my legs out and up as if dancing like Ginger Rogers. Lost in my fantasy world, I closed my eyes and brought back the image in the mirror. Spinning slowly to the imagined music, I "dreamed" how gracefully I danced with my hem floating away from my silken legs for all to see. I was beautiful and sensuous and graceful and...female! I had just "swished" to the far end of the attic, when I heard a noise. I turned and there she stood. It took me but a moment to realize that this wasn't my imagination playing tricks on me...she was really there. My greatest fear was realized! My Aunt had discovered me! My face fell, my lips quivering as I tried to offer an explanation as to why I was standing there dressed in feminine attire. After a moment, I realized I couldn't think of a single excuse that would explain the situation and gave up, hanging my head in shame. As I stated earlier, Aunt Karen and I were close. To my absolute surprise, she didn't scream, nor order me out of the house, nor threaten to call the police. She walked over to me, raised my chin and said. "My, don't you look lovely and sweet, and such a graceful dancer! A young girl as lovely and sweet as you shouldn't hide her charms in a dusty attic where no one can see you. Why don't you come downstairs with me. We can sit in the kitchen, two females sharing a cup of tea and I can find out all about you. If your going to be a regular member of this family I need to know thing's about you so I can make your stay with me as pleasant as possible. Would the pretty young girl like to join me in some pleasant "girl-talk?" Oh, what a wonderful Aunt I had! She didn't have a problem with my wearing women's clothing. On the contrary, she thought it was "cute". She loved me so much she was willing to accept my dressing in feminine attire! When Aunt Karen inquired how long I had been "dressing up", she was quite surprised by my response. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she asked me to again "parade" the length of the attic. After I did as directed Auntie told me again, how "sweet" I looked. Placing her arm around my shoulders, she stated. "It's alright Andy, I understand. You're only a young boy and most young boys have been known to do very strange things to overcome the sexual urges that come with adolescence. Your growing up, have these desires, are extremely curious about women and the differences between the genders. I'm sure you've fantasized how women's clothes feel and fit against their bodies. This probably led to your wearing my mother's old dresses. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret and if at times you feel the need to wear Grandma's dresses, you go right ahead and wear them. However, instead of dressing up in this dirty old attic, why don't you use your bedroom. That way you can use the entire house to "play" in my mother's clothes and I can see how "cute" you look! If you need some help, or advice, come and ask me. I'll be happy to help in any way I can." It's amazing how fast the mind works. Since I now had my Aunt's tacit approval to crossdress, I took a bold step and asked if she would give me some of her old clothes so I could look more modern. I also asked if she would give me some of her lingerie and maybe even a pair of high heels, because women's clothes didn't look right over boys underwear and shoes. She paused for but a moment, then, with a twinkle in her eyes, agreed to my request, but only if I didn't tell anyone and if I would show her how I looked in them. I immediately agreed to her conditions. Since I no longer needed my grandmother's dress, Aunt Karen had me take it off, which left me standing in her powder blue panties. A winsome smile crossed her lips as she said. "It looks like you've already borrowed some of my undies! Turn around slowly so I can see how they look on you." Since I had been scared out of my hard-on, the panties showed just a slight bulge where she expected to see one. I slowly turned, posing for her inspection and received two loving pats and a firm squeeze on my derriere. Then she grasped my hand and led me downstairs to her bedroom instead of the kitchen. On the way, she commented on how nicely my buns looked and moved within her panties. This brought a smile and a giggle from both our lips. When we entered her ultra-feminine bedroom, I became excited by the sweet perfume of her room and the idea of wearing her clothes, with her approval. It was just too much for me to contain. "Just stand next to the bed while I look through my drawers and see what I have that you may keep. I'm sure I can find some 'nice things' that aren't too good for playing dress up." My Aunt still thought I wanted her clothes just for play acting! Rather than upset her and lose her approval, I went along with her false impression. There would be time, after I determined how positively she would accept my crossdressing, to tell her what I truly wanted...to be her daughter, not her nephew. Karen began by pulling out some bras and panties from one of her dresser drawers. She selected a white bra and a pair of yellow panties with the word Tuesday written on them. Next, she picked a black, lacy bra and panty set. Some nylons and a black, frayed garterbelt were selected from another drawer. These were added to the pile that was forming on her bed. I was getting more turned on and it was starting to show. She was so interested in what she was doing that she still hadn't noticed my growing erection. From another drawer she unfolded a white, full slip with pretty lace at the hem and bodice. Then she went to the closet and came back with two dresses. One was a powder blue shirtwaist that buttoned up the front with a turned up Mandarin style collar and the other, a black, ultra sheer, backless chiffon gown, which I had seen her wear out to dinner many times. Karen asked? "Andy, do you know how to put all this on or would you like some help?" I decided that even though I knew very well how to get dressed in her clothes it might be better to go forward slowly until I was sure of her acceptance. I also felt her help would speed up her acceptance, so I asked if she would advise me. As I stripped her undies off, I caught her look of surprise as my semi-erect penis jumped out of their nylon restrainer. When I slipped the black Bikini panties on, they felt so cool and smooth against my skin it caused my dick to grow even longer, the tip now protruding above the elastic waistband. This my Aunt couldn't help but noticed and a look of worry crossed her brow. "I'm not sure this is a good idea." she thoughtfully commented. Before she could say anything else, I pleaded. "But you promised to help me! Besides, who wouldn't be excited, standing in front of their pretty Aunt, wearing her sexy underwear. Who will ever know but you and I, so who can it harm." She paused, considered my argument and then agreed to continue. Next came the bra. I tried to clip it myself, but acted as if I needed her help, which she gave. She stuffed some old nylons in the cups and adjusted the straps for a better fit. Then the slip, which again needed my Aunt's help to adjust the straps. I pretended to be all "fingers". Then the blue dress and there I stood dressed in Karen's clothes. I joyously twirled around, my skirt floating away from my knees and ran to the hall mirror, stopped and stared at the reflected image. I guess I had expected to look like a young Karen and since I didn't, my whole world fell apart. A large frown appeared on my face as I stared at the frumpy image reflected back at me. I slowly walked back into her room with a dejected look on my face. Aunt Karen immediately wanted to know what was wrong. With my voice cracking, I told her that while I liked her clothes and appreciated her help, I didn't feel like a girl and definitely wasn't at all excited like I had been in Grandma's clothes. I explained that when I dressed in Grandma's clothes, I fantasized I was Karen...my gorgeous Aunt. I looked as beautiful as she did, with her sexy body, pretty hair, makeup, jewelry, nylons and high heels. Now that I was actually wearing her clothes, I naturally had expected to really look like her. As I didn't, reality was a crushing disappointment. Motioning me over to the bed she sat down next to me. Before she could console me, a wave of despair struck and I began to cry. Aunt Karen put her arm around my shoulders and with her other hand lifted my chin, softly kissed my cheek and asked. "Andy, what is it that you really want from me? You can't just want to play dress-up in feminine clothing. If that's all you wanted, it wouldn't disturb you this much. You want something more...what is it? Tell me, I promise I'll help?if I can." I stopped my crying, wiped my eyes, looked up into hers and said. "What I really want is to be like you! I want to dress like you, not only when I'm acting, but all the time! I know I can't be you, so I want to be your daughter...not your nephew! Aunt Karen, I don't like being a boy. I actually hate being a boy! I don't want to grow up to be a man, I want to be a woman! Nothing about being male appeals to me. I don't like male clothes or the way they feel. I don't like doing the things boys are supposed to do." I rambled, unsure of just how much she would accept.. "What I do like is the way girls' clothes look and feel. They're so sexy and pretty and the materials are so wonderful that I get dizzy just wearing them. I love the way I feel when I'm dressed as a girl. It makes me feel really special and really pretty...and I want to feel that way all the time! But it's not just the clothes! It's about being a female. A girl's life is definitely more interesting and more exciting. There are times, when I think of what I'm missing out on, by not being a girl, I get so depressed, I lie in bed and cry myself to sleep. I don't want to miss out on any more of the wonderful joys that young girls get to experience. I don't want to spend the rest of my life unhappy. If you don't help me become your daughter, I don't know what I'll do!" Seeing the stunned look on my Aunt's face, I paused a moment to catch my breath and then I continued. "Oh! Aunt Karen, I so badly want to be a girl! Their bodies are so smooth and soft and every curve on a girl is sexy. They get to wear jewelry, shave the ugly hair from their legs and wear nailpolish to make their hands and feet pretty. I can't help feeling I'm in the wrong body. I see all the things girls doing with their mothers and their girlfriends and I want to do those things too: I want to go shopping with you in women's stores and actually try on and buy the pretty clothes I see in the windows and on the racks; I want to smell good, be sexy, have long pretty hair, wear lipstick and makeup, be hugged every day and do all kinds of things with you...but as your daughter; I don't want to hide my desires from the world for the rest of my life, instead I want to spend my life as a woman; I want to be a part of other women's conversations, I hate when they stop their discussions because I draw near; I want you and I to be mother and daughter, so you can tell me about yourself. I want to know more about you than just the superficial things everybody knows; I love you and want to be just like you. All my needs can only be satisfied when I fantasize I'm a female, but fantasies and day-dreams just aren't enough!" "Andy, I love you too! I do understand how you feel. It is wonderful to be female and I do understand how badly you want to become one of us, but I don't know how you could become my daughter. You're a boy and in a few more years?a man! I have to admit that there were times I wished you were my daughter instead of my nephew, but that was just selfishness on my part. I must admit that I would also enjoy our sharing the kind of relationship you talked about a minute ago. It would be delightful if you were a girl, but I don't see how that's possible." Pausing a moment, as if to get her thoughts straight, Aunt Karen continued. "Andy, I not sure how to say this, but under the circumstances, I'm just going to say it. There have also been times that I 'felt' you should have been born female! That maybe you were born into the wrong gender. You're much more like a girl in your mind set, temperament, emotions and attitude. Physically you also have the small soft and pretty features of a female. Your hands and fingers are thin and dainty, as are your feet. If it wasn't for your penis you probably would make a better girl than a boy." I interrupted. "Aunt Karen, we could easily hide my penis and later on I could get "the" operation! Please help me to become your daughter! There must be a way, I don't want to be this unhappy the rest of my life!" "I'm sorry, I'll need some time to think about that. Why don't you go to your room and let me study the situation. If you like, you may take the clothes with you and I'll call you back when I've decided what we can do...if anything." Aunt Karen thought long and hard. She didn't call me back for over an hour. When I heard her call, I rushed to her room, forgetting that I still wore her panties and bra. When she saw me, she smiled. "Andy, I've reached a decision and based upon the way your still dressed I guess I've come to the right one. I believe you're sincere in your need to become a woman. It probably would have been better if you had been born that way, but maybe that can be rectified. Growing up as my niece would have allowed us to be even closer. I've always wanted a daughter with whom I could share the marvelous feelings of being a woman. A daughter, who could do all the things you said you wanted to share with me...and more. Thank god, it's not too late, or impossible. Therefore, since it's what we both want, we'll give it a try. It isn't going to be easy, but if we both work at it and you learn how to 'pass', our lives will be fuller and we'll both be happier. If it doesn't, we can always go back to the way we were." I promised I would be the best "daughter" in the whole world and thanked her for understanding my needs. We both started crying...tears of joy. Aunt Karen opened her arms and I ran to her. Then we hugged, kissed and cried till we both ran out of tears. In a choked voice, she said. "I can teach you to act female, but it will take a lot of time and work and wouldn't be easy. Dressing like a woman is relatively simple, knowing how to act like one, much more difficult!" I asked when we could start. Laughingly, my Aunt said. "Right away". Aunt Karen decided the first thing to do, was to talk. So I threw on a robe as we moved to the den and got comfortable. We talked about everything. We even talked right through the light lunch I prepared. We talked about the functional differences between boys and girls, about the problems we might incur gender switching, about the different ways girls sit, walk, talk and motion. We talked about hair, makeup, clothes, body shaving, even nudity around the house. We talked about sex, school and other things I've since forgotten. When we finished, we both realized how much fun we were having and how much closer we felt. We did a lot of holding hands and hugging while we talked. We decided that in order for this gender switching to have the slightest chance of success I couldn't become her daughter, but I could become a fictitious niece visiting for the summer, while Andy, her nephew, was sent someplace like Oregon in exchange. Later, as needed, we would come up with reasons for the exchange to become permanent. Therefore I required a new name. After some debate, we agreed upon the name, Amy. Now began the transformation. We shaved my armpits and the fuzz on my legs. Boy, that felt strange but nice and made my skin feel really smooth. We didn't have to worry about my beard or chest-hair since I didn't have any. Then she pierced my ears, inserted studs and taught me how to take care of them to prevent infection. "Now, we have to do something about those eyebrows, the fuzzy look is out!" When she finished plucking my eyebrows, she washed my hair and put it up in rollers. "Now let's get you under the hair dryer." Auntie settled me at the end of the dressing table under what looked like one of those dryer hoods from a beauty shop. Once she had it blowing, she sat down across from me and placed my hands on the towel she draped across her lap. Without another word she began to work on my nails. When the extensions were finished she began to paint them a bright red. She told me to sit quietly till the polish dried and then she removed the hood from my head. "Time to get you dressed, but first we have to do something about your figure. As of today your on a diet and will lose ten pounds. Soon you'll have a nice girlish figure, but since we can't wait that long, we'll have to use this." She grabbed a shiny, black satin, waist-cincher and placed it around my waist. I gasped as she began to close the hooks in back. My initial reaction was: there was no possible way I could fit into the available space after it was properly snapped shut. "Andy, I mean Amy, you're going to have to suck it in a little, by the end of summer you won't need this. Then you'll have a twenty-four inch waist like mine. For today we'll take it easy and just pull it in half way to twenty six inches." I sucked everything in as much as I could while she pulled, tugged and groaned. After she hooked the last eyelet, she leaned back and sighed her satisfaction. When I released my stomach muscles, the corset held them in check. It made my breathing more shallow and my voice became higher pitched. We were both amazed how much my new voice now sounded more like a young girl's. A smaller, but exciting, benefit of the corset was it pushed my chest higher and made it more "full". This fullness would fit into a bra like the small budding breasts of a teenage girl. The bra was black and made of lace and Lycra. Karen filled the balance of the cups with a pair of breast forms that had belonged to Grandma after her operation. Now I learned (for the first time) how to clip the bra in front and slide it around. Then she taught me how to roll some black, sheer nylons up my newly shaven legs and attach them to the garters hanging from the waist-cincher. All the previous times I had crossdressed, the one sensation I desired the most, was to wear sheer nylons. I was not disappointed, they felt wonderful! I ran my hands up and down my sleek legs enjoying their silky smoothness. I squeezed my thighs together and relished the vibrations transmitted to my dick and balls. The sensuous sounds the nylons made were equally exciting. Aunt Karen had to caution me against constantly pulling the hose tighter up my legs. She explained that the garters would do the job with the correct tension and if I wasn't careful, I would cause a run. Next came a pair of black, nylon panties with frilly lace at the waist and leg holes. (As Amy, I couldn't believe how sexy and hot I felt where the tight panties caressed my body and how the garters tugged as they pulled my hose taut.) When I asked my Aunt why panties went over the garterbelt straps, she laughed. "If you put your panties on first, how do you take them down to go to the bathroom? They would get caught by the garter clips and wouldn't clear the seat. Remember, a woman sits when she relieves herself. You'll give yourself away if you stand and pee in a women's restroom facing the toilet the "wrong" way. This is just one of the many gender differences you'll have to change in your mind set". Moving to her dresser, Auntie opened a drawer and selected a black full slip, brought it to where I stood and slipped it over my outstretched arms and over my head, letting it gently cascade down my frame. It was too long, but with a few adjustments to the straps it fit quite well. Turning to the closet she picked out a black knit dress. As she held it up I remember thinking it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She slipped it over my head and I could feel my dick, inside my panties, trying to get even harder. The dress simply slid over my new body, filling the indentations and curves produced by the waist- cincher and the bra. It felt wonderful! She turned me around to get at the zipper as she patted the dress smooth against my newfound feminine figure. The neckline was V shaped, cut low and showed a bit of the lace trim on my slip. The top of the dress fit my body like a second skin. If she hadn't hooked the corset as tightly as she did, I could never have gotten into it. The skirt flowed smoothly against my thighs and derriere accenting their natural roundness. The hem came to the mid calf, with a slit up the front, all the way to my mid thigh. Aunt Karen reached up under my skirt and slightly adjusted my slip so that the two slits lined up perfectly. When I walked, they opened and showed generous amounts of my nyloned leg. I caught a partial look in the dresser mirror and was pleased that no unsightly bulge was apparent. Aunt Karen handed me a pair of black, patent leather, backless heels with a thin strap around the ankle and four inch spikes (they were the only pair I could squeeze into). She explained. "If you can learn to walk in these you'll have no problem with any heels!" She told me (with a nervous giggle) these where called "Fuck Me" shoes. After I saw what they did for my ankles and legs, I realized they were aptly named. She showed me how to stand, walk and sway. My first steps caused her to break out in gales of laughter. After she showed me how to "point my foot" and take smaller steps, I did better. Learning the proper amount of sway in my walk also was a problem, I tended to over-swing my hips. Aunt Karen explained that women walked with their hips, men walked with their shoulders. We continued to work on walking until she was satisfied I looked natural. After I had satisfied her that I could walk in heels, Aunt Karen said it was time to take a break and let me become accustomed to the way the lingerie felt and how my dress moved as my body assumed different positions. She cautioned me about standing with my legs spread apart the way men do. Even though my feet hurt, I continued to move about the room while she got us some diet cokes. When Karen returned, she had me practice sitting and bending, always remembering to keep my knees together. I discovered how a woman crosses her legs and how she tucks them under her skirt while relaxing on a couch. I had a lot of trouble with the skirt because of the slit up the front. It kept wanting to fall to either side...exposing my panties. Crossing my legs or sitting at an angle with my ankles together was an absolute necessity. While we were relaxing, Auntie explained that sometimes women would use how they sat to tease a man...if he interested them. She asked how I had liked looking up her skirt when I watched TV. This was the first time I realized she had known all about my voyeurism. Stunned, I asked. "Why did you let me see up your skirts?" "All males, no matter their age, want to see up a woman's skirt. In your case, I was flattered by your attentions and thought it was just young, innocent curiosity. Over time, you'll learn that no matter how careful a woman is about the way she sits she'll still expose herself. It's the problem with wearing a skirt. They tend to rise up, especially the tight ones! We women have become accustomed to accidental exposure and since there isn't much we can do about it...we use it to entice men...and curious young boys! It was 'cute' to see you squirm. Many times I would ask you to go get me something to drink, just to cause you embarrassment. You also tried to 'catch' me undressing or stepping out of the shower. And how about the times you hid outside my bedroom window or the time you spied on me from inside my closet! You made so much noise I had a hard time not laughing. I'm sorry I did that to you back then, but at the time, I enjoyed knowing how much my legs aroused you and since you kept coming back for more...it couldn't have been too bad! There were times I felt guilty about teasing you and to make it up to you I flashed my panties. I'm sure that excited you! All in all, I'd say we're about even. There sure was a lot about Aunt Karen and being a woman, I didn't know! I had never realized how sexual she was, nor that women "used" the way they sat to entice or repel the opposite sex. Then Auntie Karen taught me how a woman rises and how she folds her hands in front of her knees...if she doesn't want to tease. She also taught me how a women "slips" into her heels vs. the way a man puts on his shoes. Through all this, my Aunt lovingly corrected me every time I made a mistake. Eventually, with practice, I got it right. After our working break, she started with the hair and makeup. She sat me down with a towel around my neck and began to work on my face. I sat and enjoyed being taken care of as my Aunt made me up. As she applied the makeup, she showed me how it was done. She admitted that makeup would probably be the hardest thing I would have to learn. I would get better with practice, she promised. When my makeup was finished, we began removing the curlers. She brushed my hair into a soft wave, with a flip at the ends and put a touch of spray over it. These preparations took a long time. While doing the makeup she stated that this wasn't the normal way I would dress, but for our first time she wanted it special. Then Karen showed me all the places a girl puts a touch of perfume, applied some and now we were done! As I said, all these preparations had taken a lot of time, it was almost 7:00 PM (we had snacked with our cokes). I was dying to see what I looked like. From the pleased expression on her face, I thought I would look good, but I wasn't really sure...and I was a little scared. All this time I hadn't been allowed to see myself in a full length mirror. Karen warned me not to expect miracles, we would get better as we learned what worked for me. I was led, with my eyes closed, to the mirror in the hall. This was the moment I had prayed for, the moment I wanted with all my heart. I prepared myself for the worst, then opened my eyes. Before me was a stranger! She was almost as pretty as Aunt Karen. A young woman of nineteen. The perfect age in my fantasy. A young girl who was definitely her relative. I couldn't believe my eyes, Amy was stunning. She was beautiful! No one would ever question if Amy was a girl. The dress was perfect. It fit my new feminine figure like it was made for me. The plunging neckline exposed just the right amount of cleavage. Enough to cause interest, but not enough to look cheap or draw too much attention. The slit up the dress opened to show my legs at their best. Wow, did Amy have great legs! When I looked at my features my opinion improved, they was perfect. I was perfect! I was truly a woman! We spent at least the next two hours "girl talking". As we spoke, I continued to move around the house. I bravely attempted an excursion downstairs, which to my surprise went fairly well. I kept returning to the mirror at every opportunity. We did a lot of hugging, kissing and giggling. When Karen said it was time to get ready for bed, I started to object, but how could I say no to my wonderful Aunt. When she saw I wasn't going to complain, she said. "I think I'm going to enjoy having a niece who doesn't argue like my nephew. You still have to learn how to get ready for bed. For girls its more difficult." We went into her bathroom and she began showing me how to take off my makeup and prepare for bed. Aunt Karen realized I was becoming less excited as each piece of feminine clothing was removed and offered me a surprise. Auntie went to the closet and returned with a beautiful, white on white, Grecian cut nighty and slipped it over my head. It was made of silk, left one shoulder bare, as it draped across my breasts, gathered at my waist, fell just over my pantied ass and felt...oh, so good! I got excited all over again. When she came back into the room she had changed into a pink, sheer gown that hugged and accented her breasts. She told me to lie down on her bed. Then she turned out the overhead light, leaving only the small vanity table lamp on. It cast a soft light over her bed, just enough to see. I felt her crawl in beside me. Turning sideways, she lowered the bodice of her gown to her waist exposing both her breasts to my surprised view. Supporting herself on one elbow, Aunt Karen stared deeply into my eyes and in a whisper asked if I really wanted to be a girl in every way? When I nodded my head, "Yes", she explained how two women make love to each other. Taking my trembling hand she brought it to her warm breast! Coaching me, Auntie taught me how to "cup" and tease each mound of firm flesh. How to tease and "flick" the nubbins of aroused tissue she called her "nips". With each succeeding movement, her excitement grew. When she couldn't "take" anymore teasing, she pushed my hands away, pulled up her nighty, spread her thighs and introduced me to her "pussy". Warning me to be very gentle, she parted her labia, pointed out her budding clit and instructed me in the ways to further arouse a woman. I followed her direction, slowly "playing" over, under and around the moist center of her womanhood. Using the middle finger of my hand, I gently eased it into the warm, wet cavern of her cunni. I couldn't believe how smooth and soft the walls of my Aunt's pussy felt to the touch and how the inner muscles seemed to grasp at my finger each time I pulled it back. Slowly, I increased the speed of my strokes. This caused Auntie to gently ease my head between her splayed thighs. She taught me how to "eat" a woman. How to lick her pussy lips, but especially her clit. Auntie's mounting passion finally manifest itself by her grasping my ears and pulling my face hard up against the lips of her womanhood. I realized her need was now too demanding to curtail. Before I could "help" her, she began twisting my head, back and forth against her clitoris as she bucked her pelvis up and down. This caused enough pressure to set her off...and she doused my face with her juices of lust. Her strong orgasm excited me and I dove forward, causing a second series of sensual shockwaves to course through Aunt Karen's throbbing organ. As Karen's orgasm slowed, I continued to lick and suck the sweet nectar running from her cunni, as moans of sexual satisfaction slipped from between her lips. Exhausted, Aunt Karen lay back basking in the warm afterglow of her two orgasms. I knew that she had come and suspected the second orgasm had been a multiple climax. Realizing her need to rest, I slid up next to her on the bed. Ever so gently, I ran my fingertips up and over every sensuous curve of her delightfully luscious body, being extra careful not to arouse my Aunt's passions any further. Ever since this first experience of "eating pussy" it's been my favorite way of showing a woman how much I'm enjoying her body. I've since discovered I also derive sensual excitement from the power I have over their emotions as they lose control due to my "flicking their Bic". As I rested my head in the hollow of her shoulder, I heard her ask? "Would you like me to "eat your pussy"? Reaching between Amy's legs, Karen gently massaged his cock and balls, still encased in their nylon pouch. Within seconds he was ready. Slipping the panties over his hard on, Karen stretched the elastic behind and under her nephew's ball sack. This caused his organ to stand straight out from his sparsely haired pubic bone. Cupping the sack, she teased the sensitive area behind it with her nails. Licking her lips, Karen lowered them to the purple tip of Amy's throbbing penis. Parting her moist lips she engulfed his entire crown. With a slow, twisting motion and a swirling tongue, she sucked her way back to the tip. Amy couldn't believe the sensations Karen's mouth was causing. He had never gotten this excited from mere masturbation. He knew he couldn't take much more of her licking and sucking. When he felt his balls "tighten up" and the jism begin to rise he tried to pull away, afraid he would upset Karen by shooting off in her mouth. Karen's lips however wouldn't let go. Her jaws muscles held him tightly as she pulled the cheeks of his ass forward with her hands. As she increased her strokes, she felt his organ momentarily swell and then spasm in her mouth. Using her cheek muscles to suck out every drop, she swallowed every last spurt. Using her tongue, she then licked the excess that had run down his shaft, hoarding it in her mouth she "French-kissed" him. Amy tasted his own warm fluids and was shocked to find out he enjoyed the experience. Afterwards, all they could do was grin at each other as they fell asleep in each other's arms. Part 2 The next morning, as I awoke, I heard Aunt Karen speaking on the telephone downstairs. I reached between my legs and caressed my soft dick and balls through my warm, silky panties. I reminisced over what had transpired the day before, basking in the knowledge that my new and wonderful life was just beginning. After a while, I arose and walked to the bathroom. On the way I looked in the mirror and was again surprised at how much Karen had accomplished. I couldn't spend a lot of time admiring my reflection as I had to pee. Just walking to the toilet in my sexy nighty, bra and silky panties felt so good, it created another hard-on. As I lifted my nighty and lowered my panties it became apparent that my dick wouldn't clear the toilet seat. I was forced to wait till it softened. I thought about going standing up, but decided I wasn't going to pee like a boy ever again...I was a woman! Finally it went soft and I sat down and relieved myself. Karen must of heard me flush, because she called out. "Amy, come downstairs before you get dressed." When I entered the kitchen, she greeted me with a warm and loving hug and asked how I had slept. I stated it was the best night I had ever had. She smiled knowingly. After breakfast, dry toast and juice, my Aunt took me upstairs and watched me dress in the clothes she selected. This time no corset or fancy lingerie. Two pairs of white nylon panties and a white cotton bra. The second pair of panties did just what she said they would...hold my dick back tightly and thereby avoid an unsightly bulge. She handed me a simple tan colored straight skirt, with an elastic waistband, a white half-slip, a pink blouse, pink anklets trimmed in white lace and my own unisex penny loafers. She brushed my hair back into a short pony tail and tied it off with a matching pink ribbon. After she applied some pink lipstick and re-did my nails in pink, she said. "Amy, you won't fool anyone up close, but from a distance...you'll pass. Since I've taken care that you won't be seen up close, except by someone who needs to know, you'll be fine...trust me!" As we were walking out the door to the car, Karen handed me a small purse with a shoulder strap and showed me how a girl would carry it. As I stepped outside, a cool breeze blew up under my skirt. This was a new and strange feeling. I thought I was naked! My panties, which had grown warm from my body heat, were all of a sudden, deliciously cool again. Since I wore a straight skirt it didn't lift, but my reaction had been one of fear. When I tried to get into the car I almost fell on my face. I hadn't realized how the skirt would restrict my ability to move about. Auntie laughed, then showed me how a girl in a tight skirt sat down and then slid onto the seat. She also showed me how to fix my skirt by raising up and sliding my hands between the seat and my body thereby eliminating folds in the material. She cautioned me that if I didn't learn to fix it often, I would draw attention to myself since every woman had learned at an early age that the material would wrinkle and also would "rise". I was beginning to grasp just how much I still had to learn. We headed towards the "city". "Why are we going to Columbus?" I asked. Aunt Karen told me she had a very close girlfriend, named Joyce, from her college years, who owned a beauty shop and boutique. The woman was gay and therefore had a more liberal attitude towards most things. Auntie had called her this morning, explained the situation and Joyce had agreed to help with hair and beauty tips. She warned me not to mention what we had done the night before...she wasn't sure Joyce was that open minded. We arrived at the shop. We parked in back, knocked on the rear door, which was opened almost immediately. Aunt Karen introduced Amy, her niece, to Joyce, the owner. Joyce instantly became my friend by saying. "What a lovely niece you have, she looks so much like you." Joyce was a tall woman, with short blond hair, an interesting face, pretty blue eyes and a strange smile of dominance. Karen and Joyce hugged and kissed each other and then Joyce hugged and kissed me. I had not expected her greeting me so warmly and I'm afraid I returned her gesture quite awkwardly. Giggling, the two women, explained this was the standard way women, who knew each other, "shook hands". A second attempt by Joyce to greet me was more successful. I certainly enjoyed the female way of greeting much more than the male. As we parted, Joyce noticed that my skirt began to "tent" (even though I wore two sets of panties). She pointed at my skirt and said. "So he wants to be a girl, but he get turned on by kissing a woman...your not gay." "No", I hurriedly assured Joyce, "I only get excited by pretty women." This brought a smile to both their faces. As it was Sunday, the shop was closed and the curtains drawn. We had the entire place to ourselves. It was a typical beauty shop, but it also offered other services such as makeup assistance, tanning and electrolysis. Later I found out there was a connecting door to the boutique, which was also closed. Joyce, her arm around my waist, led me to a chair and had me sit. I slipped onto the seat, fixed my skirt and crossed my legs. This brought a smile of approval from my Aunt. Joyce took off my scarf and studied my face and hair. After a couple of minutes, Joyce called Aunt Karen aside and they talked. When they returned, Aunt Karen informed me that electrolysis was needed to form a more feminine hairline, arched eyebrows and to remove a few facial hairs. Joyce promised that when finished, my face would pass even without makeup. Since that was my ultimate goal, I agreed. The process took almost two hours to complete. I won't weary the reader with the how-to's, just let it be said...it hurt. When Joyce was finished...the results were astounding. Everything Joyce had promised came true. Now I could pass all the time. They decided that little could be done with my hair until it grew out. The one thing we did do was run an auburn rinse through it. Joyce said this would help obscure my identity from those who knew me. We had discussed a wig, but felt that it would look false and might bring about questions since girls my age seldom wore wigs. Now Joyce, with Karen's help, spent two hours teaching me how to apply makeup. While some things where difficult to get right, all in all, I did quite well. Later, my Aunt went out and came back with three chef salads from Wendy's. When I saw what I was allowed to eat, I said. "This eating as a girl isn't going to be easy". This brought peels of laughter from the women. After we ate, Joyce led us through the connecting door. It was a transvestite's dream of heaven. There was every kind of lingerie imaginable and many items I couldn't even name. There were, bras, panties, nighties, garterbelts, peignoirs, teddies, nylons, slips, girdles, corsets, waist cinchers and lots more. On one wall were blouses, skirts, tops and other outer wear. What amazed me were the variety of materials and colors. Auntie noticed the look on my face (I had a grin from ear to ear) and commented. "I think Amy's starting to realize how much fun we girls have with clothes." Joyce looked at Karen and asked. "Should we get started?" Up until this moment I hadn't realized what this was going to mean, then it came to me in a flash. I had to strip nude in front of Joyce! By the look on my Aunt's face, she had just realized it also. A quick look of concern flashed across her features, followed by a smile as she turned to me and asked. "It's your decision, women aren't bashful with each other. Nudity among most women is a common occurrence. We try on clothes in front of each other. We help each other get dressed and we think nothing of accidentally touching another woman's body while we're helping. Are you one of us?" I looked at my Aunt then at Joyce and started to strip. Pausing a moment as I was lowering my slip, I was hit by a mischievous thought. Being braver than I had any right to be, I offered. "Don't you girls think I would learn quicker how feminine lingerie and apparel should fit if I could see you model some of it? Afterall, you tell me women aren't bashful in front of each other, and aren't we all girls here." Understanding my meaning instantly, both women reacted differently. Aunt Karen's look of uncertainty was quickly overcome by Joyce's smile of bemusement. Joyce was the first to accede to my request, followed hesitantly by my Aunt. I noticed that as they began removing their outer clothing they both watched each other. Aunt Karen's features couldn't disguise the look of misgiving, while Joyce's look was definitely lecherous. I had forgotten that Joyce was gay and that she therefore enjoyed looking at semi-naked women as much as any male. I could tell my Aunt was embarrassed and assumed I would hear about this later. While I felt sorry to have been the cause of my Aunt's discomfort, it was exhilarating watching two women moving about in their panties and bras. I soon became accustomed to their semi-nakedness, if I didn't think about them sexually. I was complimented when we all realized that I could control my emotions. My erections were fewer and were mostly caused by the lingerie instead of the women. (Somewhere during the afternoon my Aunt forgave me and even agreed that my earlier suggestion had proven to be a good one.) Now my fun started! Joyce and Karen went from aisle to aisle picking out all kinds of bras, panties, slips, etc. I instead, spent my time, moving about the shop, inspecting all the sexy lingerie, fantasizing how it would feel and look on my body. In the past, whenever I had gone shopping with my Aunt, I had to disguise my interest whenever she bought lingerie. Now I was able to openly display my interest and appreciate the textures and colors. As Amy, I could touch anything I chose. Feeling good about my new-found freedoms, I selected a number of nightgowns, walked to the full length mirror and held them up against my naked frame. My Aunt Karen noticed, caught Joyce's attention and they both gave a "wolf whistle". A perfectly wonderful red blush rose to my cheeks...followed by laughter from the girls. The items they selected, I modeled. I experimented with assorted types of bra forms including those with "falsies" already in the cups. Some bras were designed to shape, raise and separate a woman's breasts so her figure looked fuller. Each time I modeled a pair of panties the women helped me adjust the fit. Some of the panties had forms built in to give the appearance of wider hips and fuller buns. I tried bras, girdles, waist cinchers, garter belts, corsets and various combinations. We picked out all shades and types of nylons. I tried lots of babydolls with matching panties. My favorite items, however, were the slips, full and half, in all the different colors and with lots of lace. Joyce and Karen were having as much fun as I. All of a sudden Joyce came up with an idea. "Look, we're not near to being finished with picking clothes for Amy and there won't be enough time left to get to the mall before it closes! Besides, I'd like to go with you. Tomorrow is Monday and my shops are closed. Why don't we finish up here, drive to my house and have dinner. After dinner, Amy can try on some of my clothes. I have five closets full of skirts, blouses, dresses, tops, etc. We can spend the evening together and you can sleep at my place. I have plenty of room. The next morning, the three of us can go shopping for anything Amy still needs. Also, there are things we haven't talked about, including hormone pills and obtaining her some proof of identity. Besides, two adult females, working together, will insure we don't forget anything Amy needs to be taught or bought." That last statement convinced my Aunt that Joyce had a good idea. We spent the next two hours collecting all the lingerie items I needed to start my feminine wardrobe. I now owned a complete selection of bras, panties, tights, nylons, slips, nightgowns, bras and camisoles. I also had panty girdles, a waste cincher with a built in bra, garterbelts and various shaped breast forms. In addition, I had shorts, designer jeans, blouses, tank tops, a few casual skirts and a white pleated skirt that stopped at my knee. Joyce went into the beauty shop and returned with all kinds of makeup and hair care products. When it came to paying, Joyce generously refused to accept Aunt Karen's credit card, claiming it was her contribution to womanhood. We loaded the cars and drove to Joyce's house. On the way, Auntie and I stopped at a drug store and bought various things we would need since we were sleeping over. As a test, I went in with her and easily passed with both male and female clerks and customers. One of the young male shoppers, as he passed me in the aisle, brushed his hand against my ass and "copped a feel", just like I use to do as Andy. I was secretly ecstatic. I had completely fooled him. I did remember to look disgusted by his actions. His older sister, standing nearby, saw him do it. Grabbing him by the arm and whipping him around, she proceeded to give him a verbal tongue lashing, then demanded he apologize to me. When she was satisfied by his apology, she turned to me, shrugged, as if to explain, "What can we expect, he's a male" and walked away. When Auntie and I got back in the car we were both giggling and laughing over the situation. When we finally stopped giggling, we drove to Joyce's house. When we got there, she was nervously waiting at the door. Joyce admitted she thought we either got lost, or had changed our minds about staying over. We hugged and kissed her as we entered and assured her we