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"Good Neighbor Madge III" We stood at the doorway with waving goodbye to my parents as they backed out of the driveway leaving me with "aunt Madge" for the entire summer this time! I had survived the ten day stay with her before when my folks went on that convention meeting and true to her words she kept me dolled up like a little girl in lingerie and dresses and even high heels for nearly the entire time knowing full well that I didn't dare mention any of this to anyone for fear of her telling my folks she caught me, a little "sissy" fondling her lingerie on the clothes line. But now times had changed and two years had passed. Madge and Ruth had moved to another town that Fall after my ten day stay and Madge had managed to keep in contact and stay good friends with my parents, especially my mother. My folks were having problems now and to sort them out they sent me to stay for another summer with the always "helpful" Madge. I knew I was in for it now but had no idea of the extent of her plans for me! "I've already got your bubble bath started sweetie," she said as she innocently smiled and waved to my folks as they pulled away. Madge knew what she was doing and I could feel it in her hug as she slithered her arm around my waist and pulled me close. "Once you get undressed we'll wash your clothes and pack them with your other things then put your suitcase at the back of the closet for the whole summer this time. Won't that be fun dear? You won't be needing any of your boy things here, will you Tim sweetie?" she said as we turned into the house with Madge closing and locking the front door. "N...no aunt Madge, I...I guess not," I said with a hint of nervousness in my voice as she led me to the bathroom and the hot bubble bath. "I just can't wait to see 'Marissa' again, and your hair is so nice and long this year," she said with excitement fluffing my hair that was now past my shoulders as we made our way through the large living room and started upstairs. "You're getting to be quiet the young lady, aren't you 'Marissa?'" she continued. "We're going to have a lot of fun this summer you'll see. I've added to your wardrobe and even have a nice surprise in store for you!" I began to question her about the surprise but she only smiled as she ushered me into the bathroom and had me disrobe. Once I was soaking in the tub she gathered my tennis shoes and every stitch of my clothes and left the room I was alone with my thoughts as the feminine, floral smell filled the air and the depilatory and the bubble bath did its work. The folks didn't have a clue. They were in the process of a divorce and not needing me around were glad that "aunt Madge" was willing to look after me as she had done for the past few summers when she was our neighbor. She wasn't really my aunt, but the title of "aunt Madge" seemed to fit during my younger years. She was good friends with my mom and being single after a short marriage years earlier she spent most of her visiting time at our house. She never had children but always talked about wanting a daughter and even though I was a boy she seemed to treat me as her own. And when my folks would go out I would often spend the evening with aunt Madge at her place next door. But when I reached the start of my formative years I made a mistake that would lead me irrevocably into my present circumstance. I was around thirteen or so then. It was hot that summer and since I didn't have many friends in her new town I spent most of my time indoors when Madge was away during the day. She didn't work, after her short marriage and divorce she got a nice settlement and now spent her days shopping or spending time with her lady friends at teas and meetings among other things. When I was left alone I would read and watch television mostly or play video games or even work on building models once in a while but found my thoughts were often centered on aunt Madge. She was a classic, a lady in every sense of the word. A hyper feminine vision, prim and proper with never a hair out of place. She always wore full makeup and jewelry and preferred ladies hairstyles and very feminine clothing and always wore high heeled shoes and almost never wore pants. Just the thought of watching her hips wiggle and her breasts jiggle under her shiny, long sleeved high neck satin blouses as she minced around the house on those high stiletto heels was more than enough to excite any young boy, even me! I loved the sound her clothes made, the 'wisk' of the tight satin lining of her skirt as it brushed over the filmy, glossy nylons she always wore and the sound of her nyloned thighs, that "shick-shick-shick" sound as her thighs and calves rubbed together with each step and I would always stop to listen when she would sit and adjust herself in her kitchen chair or on the couch when she would smooth her tight wool skirt, take her seat and then cross her shiny, silken legs with a loud "shick" before settling down to supper or to read a woman's magazine for the evening. And all the while that perfume, that nearly hypnotic floral scent surrounded her like a feminine cloud. She was perfect, flawless! I tried not to look at her to make things obvious but when she was distracted by a television program or a good book I would often take a moment to study her. From the gleaming black tips of her high, patent leather stiletto heeled shoes to the top of her coiffed and hair sprayed hair I took it all in. The shiny beige nylons that gleamed like neon in the room light on her long shapely legs, the hint of frothy lace trim from her full slip that sometimes showed from under her skirt when she would move in her seat or cross her legs had a powerful effect. Then there was the gleaming jewelry and the earrings that would dangle and reflect the light and the sound of the thin gold bracelets she often wore as they "tinkled" their chime when she would turn the page on her book. And if she was in a particularly feminine mood she would often wear an ankle bracelet, usually a thin gold chain with a small heart shaped locket or some other adornment. I also noticed her perfect red nailed manicure. Each glamour length fingernail done up to perfection in the high gloss laquer imparted a "wet" look as they gleamed in the light. And when she would wear open toed high heels I always noticed the same gloss red color on each of her perfectly pedicured toenails, once I looked past the reinforced toes of her sheer nylon stockings! Her makeup was always perfect as well from the smooth foundation through the red glossy lips and perfectly sculpted eyebrows that were plucked into a high and feminine arch. And with the right amount of blush, mascara and eyeliner her hyper feminine look was complete. But for Madge it was standard issue, the look of the day. Her look, dress and her mannerisms commanded a feminine authority that is rarely seen in women these days. Madge wasn't a modern woman and wasn't macho, she wasn't a "tough chick" and unlike today's women knew she couldn't compete on a mans physical level. But she knew that she didn't have to because she was an old fashioned lady! It harkened back to yesteryear when women had the power to make men trip over their own feet and stumble for words while they averted their eyes and wilted in their presence. Yes, Madge knew she had power and knew exactly what she was doing. It was all these things in addition to my boredom that brought me past Madge's open bedroom door that one weekday afternoon. She had caught me the first time, fondling the lingerie hanging on her line in her back yard and even though she was using that against me to have her way and to dress me as she saw fit to either tease or punish me the last time I found I couldn't help myself and I began exploring further without her knowledge whenever I was visiting her and she was gone shopping or had stepped out. I could smell the familiar perfume as I entered her bedroom, that arousing feminine scent became more pronounced as I began looking through the closet at all the feminine dresses, skirts and satin blouses and rows of high heeled shoes I had seen Madge wear many times. That then brought me to her large dresser. Since Madge looked so exciting to me in her always proper and feminine attire and with in remembering that lace trimmed hem of that frothy white slip under her skirt I began to wonder what other lacy concoctions lay hidden in the drawers of her dresser! Another wave of the feminine scent of her perfume filled the air as I carefully opened the top dresser drawer. I then began opening the other drawers to look and then noticed every drawer was filled nearly to the brim with more of the frothy, lace confections! I gasped slack jawed at what I saw. Rows of lace trimmed, pastel colored gleaming nylon and satin panties filled the edge of the top drawer. There were dozens of pairs of sheer nylon stockings in beige, nude, taupe and black all carefully folded and placed in a satin lined container with little compartments. I began rummaging further to find the satin and lace garter belts, the brassieres and the panty girdles! There were creamy briefers, all in ones, waist cinchers and even two pink boxes from an upscale lingerie shop containing two old style lace up satin corsets! One was black satin while the other was done up in a gleaming white. I quickly closed the dresser drawers and closed the closet and started to leave the room but something pulled me back to the dresser. I opened the top drawer once again. I thought of the look Madge was able to achieve then thought about all the lingerie and remembered its perfumed scent and silky feeling as it hung on the line. What would all that stuff feel like? What would her creamy nylon panties feel like? What about one of her satin brassieres and what would a garter belt feel like? And, what would those gleaming nylons feel like I thought as I carefully held a pair of her sheer stockings and began working the slippery material through my finger tips marveling at the glossy shine and near frictionless cool smoothness of the sheer fabric. What could be the harm I thought. If I was careful I could try on a few of her things for just a minute or two have my fun and then put every thing back before Madge got home. This was a "no mans land," something mysterious, something taboo that boys just weren't supposed to do but after my noticing her lingerie on the line and after my little stay with her getting her feminine treatment I found I wanted more. I couldn't help myself. With my throat dry and my heart pounding in my ears I began by quickly stripping off my clothes and then stood in front of the dresser with the top drawer wide open and took a pink pair of Madge's glossy, lace trimmed nylon panties in my trembling hands, I gasped! The nylon fabric felt cool as I pulled the panties up my legs and into place. I then found a garter belt and got a pair of nylons and sat on the edge of Madge's four poster bed. After clipping on the garter belt I carefully rolled a stocking up and put my foot inside working my toes into the reinforced toe of the stocking and then pulling it over my foot making sure the reinforced heel fit the heel of my foot. With me being so young and slightly built anyway I realized we were nearly the same size! I carefully worked the nylon stocking up my leg and saw the material gleaming in the room light then heard the characteristic "shick" as the fabric pulled and tightened on my leg. I continued working and pulling the stocking until it was high on my thigh. I fumbled with the strange sensation of working the garters and garter straps but finally managed to figure them out and soon was gartering the second stocking high and tight on my other leg as well. I ran my hands over my stockinged legs feeling the cool taut fabric and marveling at the slippery sensation and the sheen of the material. I then decided to try one of Madge's brassieres. I took a couple steps and then gasped as I heard that "shick" and "wisp" sound I had heard many times before as I felt my thighs brush against each other sending the silken sound emanating through the room that reminded me of the sound of Madge's nyloned legs under her tight skirts! And now my legs looked and sounded the same! I noticed the perfume in the air and felt my eyes begin to glaze in a slow motion trance as I moved back to the dresser, awash in a wave of tactile stimulation I had never experienced before as the cool smoothness of the taut gleaming nylons that covered my legs forced me to realize I was wearing nylons, women's nylons! It was nearly too much to experience. Within a few more minutes I had added a brassiere which I carefully padded with more of Madge's nylons and I had found a tight waist cincher and a full satin paneled white panty girdle which I struggled into. I found the familiar pair of black patent leather stiletto heeled shoes and after stumbling around for a few steps I found to my excitement that I quickly mastered walking in them, at least around the room. Then I took a lace trimmed white nylon full slip from the dresser and gathered it up and as I teetered on the heels I pulled the full slip over my head and worked my arms through the straps. My mind began to reel as I pulled the slip down over me. I smelled the feminine perfume again and felt the silken material as it swished down past my cinched waist, over my girdled hips and swished out into a frothy lace trimmed hem at my nyloned knees. I adjusted the lace trimmed cups of the slip and pulled them over the cups of the brassiere then smoothed the gleaming white slip out marveling at my look in the mirror. I then began to move around the room gaining confidence on the high heeled shoes. I gasped again with excitement, through my dry throat as I began plodding around the room, and then stepping and then finally mincing. I found I had to let the heels dictate the steps to keep from tripping or stumbling. The now shortened steps on tip toes began to work and gave my hips a little of the characteristic feminine sway I had always noticed in Madge. I leaned back and began swishing around the room. My white lace trimmed bust jutting out in front of me, the sound of the nylon slip material "wisking" over the nylon fabric of the girdle, waist cincher and brassiere and the cool, frictionless smoothness of the skirt portion of the slip as it moved frictionlessly over my nyloned legs with the lace trimmed hem flipping and swaying around my gleaming knees with each step. I could feel the sensation of the brassiere and the tightness of the waist cincher and the support of the tight panty girdle. I could feel the brassiere straps and feel the garter straps tighten and loosen with each step in a symphony of feminine sensation and the continued swish and zip of the tight garter hosiery as my nyloned thighs and calves brushed together! The sensations returned as strong as when Madge had dressed me the first time. I was wearing everything but as I looked to the closet and noticed the dresses, blouses and skirts hanging there I realized there was still more to experience. But I didn't have the nerve. Exhausted and still in sensory overload I quickly and carefully took everything off, folded each garment and carefully placed everything back in Madge's dresser. I changed clothes then put the high heels back in the closet and closed the door. I then quickly left the bedroom. I felt strange, like I'd had synapses in my brain stimulated that weren't supposed to be stimulated, I now knew of things I shouldn't know about but I passed the experience off as continued "experimentation" and with my curiosity satisfied things returned to normal with no one, especially Madge being the wiser. But I knew I had started something. This wasn't to be the end and I soon realized that because days later the journeys into Madge's bedroom went from being experimentation to a hobby and then to an unexplained urgent need that went far deeper and far beyond what even I could understand! It might have been that "therapy" Madge had put me through but I believe it went back even farther than that. And the weeks passed as did the summer until soon it was the following year and it was once again summer and I was back staying with aunt Madge again. And as usual, It wasn't long before I was visiting her bedroom once again "What are you doing young man!?" I heard the voice that broke the silence of the bedroom, I knew who it was. I heard the swish of the nylon full slip as I pulled it over my head. And there I was, in full view teetering on the high heels with the gartered nylons the brassiere and waist cincher as I took the slip off and still holding it looked to the bedroom door to see aunt Madge! I was wearing it all once again. I had still been "experimenting." Only by now I was well practiced in dressing like a lady and had even started getting into Madge's makeup as well. She noticed the floral rayon dress laying on the bed and after entering the room and seeing the closet door and her dresser drawers open it didn't take her long to figure things out. I moved to the bed still wearing the high heels and took my seat then set the slip aside near the dress and hung my head waiting for the lecture I knew was to come. I could hear the tinkle of her jewelry and the slipping satin sound of her tight skirt as she entered the room. She noticed all the lingerie and the poorly done makeup job too. I watched her wiggle into the room mincing on those heels and heard the sound of her nyloned thighs as they rubbed together and zipped and whispered. I could see the look of control, of satisfaction on her face as she continued into the room. "So, what do you have to say for yourself this time young 'man?' What's the matter? Didn't you get your fill of ladies clothes when you stayed with me last time? I guess not." She said as she went to her vanity, looked into the large mirror and fussed with her hair and makeup, preening to look her best as always while she waited for my answer. "You are a young 'man,' aren't you Timmy? She asked as I began to feel faint, my stomach twisting in knots as she continued waiting for an answer. When none came she spoke yet again. "You certainly don't look like a boy now do you? Not dressed like that. I see that feeling and smelling my perfumed lingerie on the wash line wasn't enough for you either, was it? She said as she turned to confront me more directly. "Are you a sissy Timmy? Are you a little sissy boy? Do you want to be a girl? Hummm?" She cooed in a soft and feminine tone as she approached me. "I...I'm sorry aunt Madge," I blurted out. "I just liked the clothes you wear and didn't have anything to do one day so I came in here and decided to try some stuff on. I didn't mean any thing by it but, but..." I stammered. "But?" she continued. "I..I couldn't stop. I tried to and I knew it was wrong but it was kinda' fun and I couldn't stop! I'm sorry," I stammered yet again. She smiled with for some reason an almost satisfied look, giggled a quiet lilting giggle then came over and sat beside me on the bed. I watched as she smoothed her tight skirt and heard the swish of her nylons as she crossed her legs. She put her arm around me gently then spoke softly almost comfortingly. "You like feminine clothes and pretty lingerie don't you sweetie?" she said with knowing attention. "I...I like the smell of the perfume and the feel of the clothes, how they're so soft and slippery," I said and then cowered lowering my head once again in shame. "I...I'm sorry aunt Madge. I...I won't do it again." She didn't yell, she didn't get mad either although she was well within her rights. And then, things started feeling a little strange. She took a visual assessment of me. She started fondling my hair, checking its length and then feeling my slender arms and narrow shoulders and how soft my skin was. I started wriggling around to get the brassiere off but she stopped me then quickly gathered the white nylon full slip laying over the dress on the bed. She gathered it up and then put it over my head and began smoothing the slip over me before I could take anything off. "Put your arms through the straps dear." She said as she worked the slip over me fitting it on me and then had me stand while she smoothed it out. I could feel her hands as they slid up and down as she felt the length of the slip. I became tense but she didn't stop! She checked the brassiere I was wearing then adjusted the straps then fluffed the lace trimmed hem of the slip up and checked the gartered nylons I was wearing then smoothed them and tightened the garters. She then fluffed the slip back down and took the dress in hand and unzipped the long back zipper then fluffed it open in front of me! She said nothing. She had looked me over and made a few adjustments then gathered the shiny, floral patterned dress and held it out for me as if I was her young niece instead of her nephew! I gasped and felt weak at the knees at what was happening. "Plea...please aunt Madge," I gasped but my words had no effect on her as she shook the dress out again holding it open! My ears began to ring and I felt dizzy as she swished the floral patterned dress out holding it open for me to step into. "You'll need to find a different pair of shoes that match the dress and I'll have to do something about your hair. And your makeup. You really don't know how to put on makeup properly do you darling?" she giggled in a lilting feminine tone as she fluffed the dress out again. "Maybe you can be my little niece for the summer instead of Timmy, my nephew. You'd like that wouldn't you sweetie? The whole summer. Hummm?" she continued as she stood and adjusted the straps on the white nylon slip once again and then had me stand and step into the dress. Her excitement seemed to grow, she seemed to take silent enjoyment as she swished the slippery rayon dress up over the slip and after putting my arms through the short sleeves she pulled the dress up all the way and then I felt it tighten as it formed to my shape as she zipped me into it. She quickly hooked the back secure and then tied the white satin sash that was around the waist into a large feminine bow at the back then had me take a seat at her vanity. We were all alone in the house and Madge knew it and now she knew that I was fully under her control! In a few minutes she had me in a pair of matching high heeled ankle strap sandals and had started in on my hair with a curling iron and then in the whirl of activity as she gathered her makeup collection and before I could complain or resist she began fixing my makeup! I could smell the perfume and still feel the heat of the curling iron as I squirmed on the little vanity table chair she wiped off all the makeup and started with a fresh coat of foundation and began smoothing it over my face. "I think I'll call you 'Marissa' such a sweet and feminine name don't you think?" She said as she quickly finished the foundation and started in with mascara, eyeliner and a dusting of eyeshadow. "You can spend the rest of the day inside with me sweetie," she said. "We'll have a wonderful supper and maybe try on a few dresses later on. You'll sleep with me of course darling and I'm sure I can find a pretty nightgown for you for tonight. It's going to be so exciting picking out outfits for you Marissa dear, we're going to have so much fun, you'll see," she said as she continued with red gloss lipstick and blusher before finishing my look with a dusting from a powder puff. She then stood me up and clipped a pearl necklace around my neck then led me out into the living room instantly noticing how well I was walking in her high heels. I gasped open mouthed as I minced back and forth in front of Madge as she sat on the couch in the living room watching how feminine and convincing I could be as her new niece Marissa. All the sensations quickly returned, my brassiered chest jutting out in front of me, the pull of the brassiere straps and garter straps as I moved around the living room on the high heels. And the feel of the glossy nylon slip as it moved and swished under the dress. "Lean back dear, hips forward arms at your side, that's it," Madge exclaimed as I continued. I could hear my nyloned thighs whispering now and feel the skirt of the dress sway as my hips began to wiggle with each step and all the while the perfume followed me around the room as I began to move in a now quite unmistakable feminine manner. I began to wobble and to become dizzy and weak with all the overpowering sensations I was now experiencing but Madge seemed to know and she seemed to enjoy the effect the clothes were having on me! "Feels good doesn't it?" she said with a smile and a knowing giggle as she watched my performance. I felt like I was about to faint. "Plea....please Madge," I begged as I wobbled to the couch and sat down. I'd had enough and told her I wanted to get back into my boy clothes. I heard the swish of the long back zipper on the dress as Madge undid it then had me step out of it. She helped me out of the white nylon full slip and unclipped the brassiere and continued helping me change. "You looked pretty as my little niece" she said as she worked. "Too bad we can't do this all the time, keep you all dressed up nice and pretty," she continued as she looked me over once again then took the dress away. I gasped nervously at the thought as I took off the waist cincher and the girdle and began unhooking the stockings from the garter belt while Madge hung the dress back in the closet. "Now anytime you want to feel pretty, you be sure and let me know won't you Timmy dear? If you want I can find a pretty, silky nightgown for you to sleep in tonight. Would you like that?" she said letting me know I didn't have to sneak into her room anymore. And once again I apologized. "I...I'm sorry I snuck into your room and your things aunt Madge," I replied as I finished undressing and felt my face began to blush. I then gathered my T-shirt, tennis shoes and blue jeans then left the bedroom to take a hot shower to wash the curls out of my hair and get the makeup and perfume off. "Supper will be ready in about an hour Tim!" Madge said as she smiled watching me as I crossed the back yard after leaving the house through the back door. I breathed in the fresh air as I walked along and tried to relax after all that had just happened then decided to walk to the mini-mall to try to forget my embarrassment hoping that things would soon be back to normal. Supper went routinely that night as did the next several days without Madge saying anything about what had happened. I thought I was putting everything behind me until one night a few days later I started thinking about Madge's dresser once again. I fought the thought but saw her look up from her book and notice me walking slowly past her bedroom and looking in. She returned to her book and said nothing until I came into the livingroom and sat down to watch television. "Having those feelings again Timmy?" She asked as I clicked through the channels. "N...no aunt Madge," I said in an obviously nervous tone as I clicked on a movie channel and began watching. "Well if you do you come to aunt Madge, okay sweetie?" she added as she continued with her book. And soon it was bed time and after a shower I was soon in the guest bedroom. I wished I had snuck something out of Madge's room but didn't dare now, not after she caught me but I realized that somehow she knew what was going on with me anyway. I laid there in bed on the cotton sheets and in my T-shirt and long pyjama bottoms then remembered Madge's offer to let me wear one of her nightgowns. I passed the idea off but kept thinking about it, maybe calling her bluff and asking if I could try one just for the night. I laid there and waited some more but couldn't fall asleep and finally got up, left the bedroom then moved down the hall. I then knocked at Madge's bedroom door. I heard her get out of bed and move to the door. "Yes, what is it sweetie?" she said as she stood at her bedroom door in one of her long flowing nightgowns. "I...I was wondering, maybe that..." I paused as my throat became dry and I appeared visibly shaken and nervous at what I was doing. She waited at the door sounding sympathetic and understanding as I continued. "Maybe like you said, about the nightgown and all? Maybe I could try it maybe for tonight or something" I stammered nervously already red faced with embarrassment. But I couldn't help myself. Madge seemed very pleased as she opened her door wide and led me inside. The little light on the night stand was the only light in the room. I noticed her book on the table and then noticed her large four poster bed with the fluffy satin comforter that was now pulled back to reveal gleaming white satin sheets! Madge didn't waste any time. She switched on the light at the dresser then began rummaging. I watched her take a mini-pad and put it into a nude colored, tight lycra spandex briefer. She then took out a pink lace trimmed brassiere and a pair of frilly, pink satin panties that had lacy ruffles running across the back and around each of the legs with a little blue satin bow at the front of each leg. She then went to the closet and began rummaging through the clothes and gowns on the hangars. "Get out of your pyjamas dear, this won't take a second," she said as she swished a flowing, floor length, pink nylon chiffon nightgown off a hangar and moved to the bed. I noticed the gleaming sheer double layers of pink nylon chiffon as they shined as I slowly undressed then stood naked in front of aunt Madge red faced with embarrassment. She knew she had me and quickly had me step into the tight panty briefer. I noticed the pad and told her I didn't understand. "That's nothing dear, just to make sure we don't have any accidents," she said trying to contain her excitement and with a slight giggle as she worked the panty briefer up my legs and began breathing deeply with excitement at what she was doing. She stopped at my upper thighs and caught me off guard when she reached between my legs! "Bend forward dear," she said, and as I did I felt her fumbling with my little balls then felt her work them up inside me! Then before they could fall back down she took my little manhood and pulled and stretched it tightly back! She then quickly pulled the tight spandex briefer up high and tight on my waist and smoothed my little bulge until it looked just like a girls mound! She finished by pulling the glossy nude colored briefer up high and tight on my waist and finished smoothing it. She put me in the pink panties and pulled them up. The pink satin material slid frictionlessly over the lycra of the tight briefer. She then quickly put me in the pink brassiere and padded the cups then without a thought she gathered the frothy chiffon nightgown and swished it over my head. After fitting my arms through the short sleeves she let the gown fall and I heard it swish as it cascaded over me to finally fall at perfect ankle length. I could feel the familiar excitement returning but then, before I could say anything she had me at her vanity once again and quickly combed my long hair and fixed it into tight pig tails on each side of my head! She then found two lengths of pink satin ribbon in her dresser drawer then tied one to each of the pig tails making sure to tie them into feminine looking bows. She then added two spritzes of her perfume then looked me over. "My, don't you just look so darling!" she said as she beamed with excitement. I got up from the little vanity chair shaking with excitement as she switched off the light at the dresser. "Thank...thank you aunt Madge. I...I'll go back to b...bed n...now," I gasped in embarrassment at not being able to control myself and was stunned at my now feminized appearance and how quickly and easily she had dressed me and how she seemed to enjoy doing so. Then I started leaving to return to my bedroom. "No, no, no," she said as she gently took my wrist then led me back to her bed. "Since you're all dolled up so nice and pretty you don't want to sleep in a boys room do you? You need to sleep in a ladies room and on pretty satin sheets" she said as she pulled the satin covers down with a swish and I saw the gleaming white satin sheets. She had me get into the bed then joined me and pulled up the covers then switched out the light on the night stand. I could smell the perfume she had sprayed on me and felt the brassiere I was now wearing and felt the swirling layered nylon chiffon gown all around me and marveled at the coolness and the slipperiness of the satin sheets and how they swished like fine lingerie with every movement. I laid on my side and tried to get comfortable then felt Madge move in behind me and hold me close. "Feels so much better sleeping like a queen, doesn't it Princess?" She cooed softly in my ear as she too settled down for the night. She felt the brassiere straps at my back and ran her hands up and down my side feeling the slippery chiffon fabric of the night gown she now had me wearing. Then she moved in and held me even closer. I felt her begin slowly, to gently rub my tummy and then begin to work her way down until she gathered the front of the nightgown then worked her hand between my legs! I gasped and began to pull away but she held me close. "Mmmmmmm, just relax Princess." She said as she held me gently working the slippery fabric of the nylon chiffon gown until her hand was all the way between my legs cupping my tightly tucked mound! I heard the faint whisper of the nylon and satin as Madge held me tight and began rubbing my tightly tucked and pantied crotch. "Mmmmm, you feel just like a little girl!" she cooed as she worked her hand in and out. "Sooooo much better than sleeping like a little boy, isn't it Princess?" she cooed in a breathy feminine voice as she continued working me, sliding the slippery fabric of the nightgown against the pink satin panties in and out, in and out. She heard me gasp and then try to pull away once again but she kept holding me close, working me knowing exactly what she was doing. "You just relax and enjoy," she said. "Aunt Madge will make you feel soooooo good" she cooed as she held me close and continued working my pantied crotch. I felt embarrassed but could feel the excitement building. I began to feel warm under the satin sheets as Madge held me tight. I felt my face flush, then gasped and began to squirm but she continued. Then I knew exactly what she was doing! "Plea...please Ma...Madge I...I have t..to g...go!" I gasped as I felt the warmth envelop my tightly tucked mound and under the pink satin panties and tight lycra briefer being tucked so tight I wasn't even hard but the effect was the same. I gasped and tried to struggle away fearing I might make a mess but Madge continued working her hand in and out then tightened her grip with her arm around me then felt her nightgown swish against me as she put her leg over my legs to hold me even closer! "Don't worry, with that pad there won't be any accidents," she said with excitement then added, "Just relax now, enjoy the feeling. It feels soooo good doesn't it sweetie? You're all safe here with aunt Madge" Her words echoed in my ears as I laid there enveloped in the long nylon gown and the satin sheets and satin comforter. I felt myself twitch and gasped a breathy stuttering gasp as she continued. I felt her hand working rhythmically now in and out of my crotch and could hear the frictionless swish of all the nylon and smell the perfume in the air. I began to concentrate on the moment and could feel my excitement build. Madge felt the change too. "That's it," she cooed "Feels soooo good. Just let aunt Madge work you sweetie. Make you feel soooo good..." I gasped again and gave a slight pleasured moan which only excited Madge further. I gasped again and shuddered then felt my hips bucking, riding, humping against her hand as she worked me. And then it became all too much. I began to moan quietly then gasped as I suddenly felt myself tense up and then felt Madge quickly stop rubbing and hold her hand tightly cupping my crotch as she felt my little, tightly tucked manhood as it began to twitch! I gasped again as she held my crotch tight and felt the throbbing spasms until they quieted. Dizzy from the experience and totally spent I gasped weakly as Madge lifted her leg from holding me down. She cooed and rubbed me for a moment longer until she brought her hand up and encircled me in a gentle hug and snuggled close. "Such a good little girl! Nighty night Princess," she said whispering in my ear wish satisfaction knowing with certainty that she now had me fully under her control! I guess that was the real start of things. I couldn't really control myself or my urges and aunt Madge knew it. She was a constant presence encouraging me, nurturing me and instructing me as she carefully and methodically pulled me deeper and deeper into the world of femininity. The subtle changes began and it wasn't long until she had me totally smooth skinned. I didn't have much body hair to begin with but what fine wispy hair I did have on my body was now, except for a little heart shaped patch of pubic hair that Madge had trimmed I was completely hairless below my eyebrows. And she managed to work on those as well and it wasn't long until she had trimmed them and plucked them into a slightly feminine arch. I still wore my T-shirts and blue jeans and tennis shoes but it wasn't long until Madge had me in lace trimmed nylon panties! A red nailed pedicure followed and before long she had me wearing not only panties but pantyhose under my jeans every day as well! She just kept at it, working on me, encouraging me until I finally got used to it and didn't pay it much attention. The next weekend she tucked me into a tight panty briefer then added a pair of lace trimmed satin panties and pantyhose then had me put on a new pair of jeans, a new T-shirt and tennis shoes for a trip to the mall across town. I didn't care for the body splash she had me put on after my bath because it had a floral scent and she tied my hair back in a tight pony tail but thankfully didn't add a ribbon to my hair! In the car I noticed I was wearing a girl's T-shirt! It wasn't lace trimmed and didn't have any flowers on it or anything but it looked like a girls shirt. Madge had me go shopping with her then after lunch she took me to a piercing salon. She had me sit in the chair and soon I had little rhinestone studs in my newly pierced ears! Madge seemed pleased as she paid for the earrings and the procedure. The sales girl mentioned me as being Madge's "Daughter" to which Madge corrected her by saying "niece." She continued on by telling her they did nails also and that they had a jewelry sale coming up the next weekend. I didn't think much of it as we left the little boutique but then looked down to realize that Madge had bought me girls tennis shoes and then I noticed I was wearing girls jeans too! Then I noticed the faint floral smell of the body spray as well and noticed in a mirror as Madge walked me along that I did look more like a girl than a boy! Madge smiled and offered to take me for lunch where the waiter asked, "What can I get you ladies?" It made me gasp in surprise but Madge only giggled with satisfaction. "You're becoming quiet the little lady Marissa," she said as we walked back to the car. My head was in a whirl. "A little more work with you sweetie and next summer you'll be doing this in a dress! Won't that be fun?" I gasped again as we arrived at the car. And as we headed home I felt my stomach was in knots and began to feel faint. But the summer was nearly over now and within days I was back in the car with my folks heading home for the fall. "Marissa sweetie?" I heard Madge say as I awoke after finding myself deep in thought almost dozing in the hot bath tub filled with the floral scented bubble bath. I then remembered that she said she had a surprise for me after my bath. I got up, showered off then stepped out of the tub. Within moments I was back in Madge's bedroom. Madge began getting me dressed by helping me into a pair of lace trimmed pastel blue nylon panties. "You didn't move like a young lady when you got here this afternoon," Madge said. "And I'll bet you didn't get to wear a stitch of pretty lingerie since you've been gone have you? And I see you've let the holes close in your ears! But don't you worry sweetie, we'll get you back in shape in no time." She fretted in her feminine way, pulling me back into her perfumed and ladylike world. At the vanity she quickly took a needle and re-pierced my ears and added the little rhinestone studs once again. Then she began combing out my hair marveling at how much longer it was this year as she put it into a tight pony tail. Another pedicure followed with glossy red nail polish and then it was back into the girl's jeans and tennis shoes and T-shirt. Madge then drove me downtown where we pulled up in front of Ruth's beauty salon! It was late in the afternoon and the place was nearly empty. I recognized her friend Ruth who worked there. "Can you work us in?" Madge said with an asking smile. Ruth smiled with instant recognition at seeing me "sure, we have time for one more" she said as she motioned us to the back of the salon and into the small booth. Madge had me take a seat in the salon chair. I then learned this was the surprise Madge had been talking about! "I'd like that brown lightened a bit, maybe more blonde in color, something softer and with a nice, feminine curl," Madge said as Ruth draped a pink plastic cape over me and clipped it around my neck then undid my ponytail and studied me as she fluffed out my hair which now went past my shoulders. "How have you been Princess?" she said as she smiled and continued looking me over before returning to Madge "Something parted in the middle and feathered, that's always a pretty look." Ruth said, "You want it really feminine again, like last time?" She smiled and giggled slightly as she continued looking to Madge. "Yes I want to get my 'niece' started out right" Madge replied. "Soft and feminine, a bit older but unmistakably feminine," she finished. "Unmistakable it is," Ruth said as she wet my hair down, combed it out and then began clipping and cutting until my hair was cut and shaped into a feminine hairstyle that couldn't be combed out. She quickly lightened my hair with a blonde dye and after adding the solution for my permanent she began rolling several curlers in at the sides of my head and then put me under the dryer. In twenty minutes she had me back in the chair and was combing me out. And as I looked in the mirror I saw that I now had a very feminine hairdo! Once my hair was done to Ruth and Madge's satisfaction we left the salon. The day passed quickly and I was soon back in Madge's bedroom and with her already in her nightgown she continued with me. Tucked back into that lycra spandex briefer and in the pink satin panties I sat at the vanity while Madge added a pink bow to the side of my head and clipped it firmly to my hair. She then went to the closet to retrieve that long, pink chiffon nylon gown that I had grown accustomed to and felt the excitement return at being with Madge for the summer again. Since that first night sleeping with her she began to gently insist that this become a routine and now it was the next summer and the routine was continuing. The embarrassment of Madge knowing about this part of my character bothered me but she was always easy going and constantly nurturing me to get me relaxed and to feel and act more feminine. I went along and figured just like the summer before I would soon be back in the swing of things. She returned carrying the nightgown and a small pink box and a small paper bag. She draped the gown on the bed then came over to the vanity and took a tube of gel from the bag. I watched as she put a generous amount on her fingers. "Lean back dear," she said as she came near. "Arch your back," she said. I did as she asked then felt her begin to apply the gel to my chest once again, just like before! After applying the gel to one side she added more from the tube to her fingers and worked it in to the other side of my chest! "Don't worry, it's just an adhesive," she said. Then after toweling off her fingers she opened the pink box and took out what I remembered were women's breast forms! I could feel the adhesive warming and tingling on my chest as I watched her cradle the form in her hand and carefully add more of the gel to the back of the form. She blew across the form then held it carefully as she came near once again. "Arch your back again sweetie," she said as she stood by me. I arched my back pushing out my chest still a bit unsure of what was happening then felt as she centered the form over my right chest and press it to my skin! "Surprise sweetie," she said as she worked the breast form tight to my chest. I could feel it as she slid the form around to get the glue to bond tightly and felt the added gel that felt cold on my chest. Once she had the form centered and looking natural she then held the form tightly in place. I felt the adhesive begin to bond the form to my chest. I felt the gel begin to heat up and tighten to me as it began to dry. And in a couple minutes the little form was firmly attached and Madge was able to take her hand away. She quickly took a washcloth and added solvent to it then wiped around the form until I was clean and dry. She then added gel to the remaining form and was soon holding it tight to my left chest while the adhesive did it's work. She then used the solvent to clean up any left over adhesive and finished with a spritz of her perfume. She went to her dresser and returned with a lace trimmed pink brassiere. "Lean forward honey," she said. I looked in the vanity mirror to see that I didn't look anything like Tim now. The natural skin tone of the breast forms matched my own and looked real. I could feel them bounce and jiggle as I moved and noticed the pink areolae and the little jutting nipples protruding from the center of each one. I was still wide eyed staring into the mirror as Madge worked my arms through the pink straps of the brassiere then watched as the forms filled the cups. Madge then hooked me into the brassiere then quickly adjusted the straps. "Don't you just look lovely!?" she beamed as she gathered the nightgown and slipped it over my head dressing me for bed. "You'll get used to the feel and the weight again in no time sweetie, you'll see," she said as she then led me to the four poster bed with the pink satin comforter and the glossy satin sheets. The days and weeks began to pass and soon the summer was near over once again and although all my boy clothes were still packed away in my suitcase like they were the day I arrived at Madge's for vacation I found I wasn't even wearing those girls jeans anymore. No, now it was dresses, or skirts and blouses every day. Madge was having me actually live as a young lady now. She took great pleasure and satisfaction that after I had gone from sneaking into her dresser to look at her things and to actually trying some of them on that she was able to use my weakness to coax me along to entice me further and to change me from her "nephew" into her little "niece". The lessons continued in how to walk in heels and how to move and sit in a dress as did the lessons in doing my hair and makeup. Madge had me in earrings and a pearl necklace every day now and had even added long salon nails and painted them a pastel pink then changed the polish on my toes to match. My chest sometimes tingled from the glued on breast forms I constantly wore now but I soon got used to their weight and the feel of the forms which jiggled in the brassieres I always wore too. I got used to the bra straps and the feel of a brassiere and a tight panty girdle until it felt strangely normal to me. Madge soon began referring to me as Marissa all the time and it wasn't long until I got used to the dresses and the lacy lingerie and the nylons as well and began to forget what it was like to even wear pants just as she had planned. And through learning how to keep house and cook and sew there wasn't time anymore for boys things or pursuits as she continued to immerse me in the feminine lifestyle she had so carefully orchestrated. "You've done so well darling," Madge said as she combed my hair out that evening. "You've done so well that I'm taking you out for Saturday brunch this weekend and maybe a little shopping! Just you, me and Ruth. Won't that be exciting?" she said with a smile. I felt my throat begin to dry and my stomach tighten and felt a cold wave of panic wash over me and didn't really know why, especially since Madge had been so protecting. I had a restless sleep that night and the next day felt a bit uneasy but Madge never mentioned it. And then it was Saturday morning. Madge got fixed up all prim and proper in a feminine satin blouse and one of her tight, satin lined wool skirts and after fixing her hair and makeup she started on me as soon as I got out of the bath. She started by putting me in a tight, high waisted, short legged white nylon and lycra spandex panty girdle complete with six garters. I noticed my little manhood and hairless testicles looked smaller than usual but attributed it to the way Madge kept me hairless and the cool room air. She quickly pushed my testicles up inside me then pulled my little manhood back in practiced fashion then quickly tugged and pulled the new briefer up until she had smoothed my mound tight until it resembled a girls "V" shaped cleft. She then worked the garter girdle up high and tight on my waist than hooked and zipped me in tight. The tight high waist garment pulled in my waist and made my hips look rounder and wider. Madge then put me into a white, lace trimmed satin brassiere and adjusted the straps. She opened a new box of sheer garter hose, the type of stockings she always wore and began rolling up one to put on me. "That's it, point your pretty toes," she said as she worked my foot into the stocking. She then worked and smoothed the nylon up my calves, over my knees and up high on my thighs where she gartered it quickly into place before starting on the remaining stocking. Soon I stood there noticing the gleaming sheen of the sheer nylon hose as she tugged and adjusted the garters on the girdle to pull the stockings nice and tight. Then sitting at the vanity she brought over a pair of white open toed sandals and after fitting my feet into them she buckled the ankle straps securely. I noticed the little white leather bows at the back that provided a very feminine touch that Madge seemed to appreciate. She added a delicate gold ankle bracelet to my right ankle then studied my feminine look for a moment then returned to her dresser. She found a pair of white satin panties with a pink flower adornment at the waist and with lace trim at the leg openings and little blue satin bows at the front of each leg. After putting them on me and smoothing them up high and tight she marveled at my now ladylike mound. "There, nice and feminine now," she exclaimed. "Okay, let's get your makeup going sweetie," she said. I thought it strange that she was helping me especially since she had been instructing me for the past two summers on how to properly do makeup but as she went to work on me she said that she wanted everything to be just perfect. It only took about twenty minutes or so but when Madge was done I looked more like 19 or 20 than the 15 year old I had just become two weeks before. She'd plucked my eyebrows up into a high and feminine arch now. The creamy liquid foundation smoothed my skin into a uniform, almost pale shade which made the eyeliner, mascara, blush and the smoky dark eyeshadow stand out even more. She finished with a muted red lipstick and added gloss, She then added a white satin bow to the back of my head and several spritzes of her floral feminine perfume. She then combed out my hair and using a curling iron and plenty of hair spray soon had my hair parted in the middle and the blonde curls framing my face. She then added some delicate dangle earrings and clasped a pearl necklace around my neck. She then fitted me into a frothy, white nylon full slip. I noticed it was one of those old style slips with a side zipper, tailored for the best fit. She then went to the closet and returned with that short, floral patterned rayon dress with the white sash she had dressed me in the first time. I felt nervous again as she zipped me into the dress as I teetered on the heels. I looked into the mirror as she started tying the white satin sash into a feminine bow at the back and as the material swished and zipped I could feel her tightening it around my waist and fussing with the bow. "There! Don't you just simply look lovely Marissa dear!?" Madge said as she handed me a small white feminine purse to match the shoes and the outfit. It contained makeup, Kleenex a tube of the lipstick I was wearing and other feminine do dads. Then with that she checked her makeup and appearance in the vanity mirror once again. "Well, Marissa dear, shall we be going?" she said as she led me out of the bedroom. As we stepped out the side door and into the garage the nervous tension I was feeling was beginning to build. In all the time I had been staying with Madge I had never left the house in a dress. I had gone out in the girls jeans and tennis shoes with Madge a couple of times but never in anything this feminine. But this dress all floral patterned and with the sash and the hair bow and the ankle bracelet and the extra makeup and the nearly 4 inch high stiletto heels were all too much. "M..maybe we should just stay home today," I mentioned as Madge went to her side of the car. She paused at the drivers door. "Now Marissa dear, it's no big thing. You look like a pretty young lady and there's nothing wrong with a pretty young lady dressing feminine now is there?" she questioned. But it was too much, too feminine! I knew I would stand out wherever we went because hardly any girls dressed like this these days. And now Madge had me so dolled up it looked like I was headed to compete in a pageant or something. I could feel my knees weaken as Madge ordered me into the car. "Remember that trip to the mall last summer when you wore the girls jeans and tennis shoes and we got your ears pierced?" she asked. "Yes, I remember," I replied. "And remember how I told you that the next time you would be doing it in a dress?" I felt my stomach begin to tie in knots and couldn't answer but Madge finished the conversation. "Well, sweetie, today's the day!" I felt the panic set in once again at the seriousness of Madge's plan. We drove over to pick up Ruth at her apartment who noticed me the moment she got into the front seat. "My, my, my!" she exclaimed. "He looks nice and feminine, like a little Princess again!" she added with satisfaction. I sat mostly silent between Madge and Ruth in the front seat on the drive to the shopping center across town. It was a sunny but cool day and the air coming in Ruth and Madge's open windows felt good but it did flutter at my skirt. Madge then rolled the windows up and the fragrance of the feminine perfume soon returned and hovered around our heads. "Ooooo you really have him all dolled up don't you Madge!?" Ruth exclaimed as she reached for the hem of my dress that was above the knee and swished it up revealing the frothy lace trim of my white slip. She then pulled the dress higher up to reveal my tightly gartered nylons! "Wooooo! Such a little lady!" she giggled at seeing me all decked out. I could only gasp as I struggled to smooth the dress back down. "Do you think little 'Marissa' dear here can handle going out in public all dolled up like this, especially for the first time?" Ruth asked as the conversation turned to me, the pet project. "She'll do just fine," Madge assured her. "I don't know," Ruth added as she looked me over. "She' looks a little nervous." Then Madge spoke in a matter of fact tone. "Well after shopping for a few dresses and some pretty lingerie and then a nice brunch she should be nice and relaxed. And if not, we'll keep little Marissa there at the shopping center until she does relax and accepts her new role as a proper young lady." As we pulled into the large mall parking lot and parked I was going over all of Madge's lessons in my mind. That was the assignment. Sit, move, walk, talk and act in a totally feminine fashion. The better I was I figured the shorter this trip would be. I looked nothing like a boy now, not so much as the tiniest of masculine traces was evident in my new appearance. But on the feminine side Madge had seen to it that I was now over the top, a hyper feminine vision of ribbons and curls a debutante, that went even beyond the "girly girl" look. Madge shut off the car. "Take your purse Marissa dear, we're going to have lots of fun today on our 'ladies' day out!" My mind reeled as I heard my high heels click with each step as we moved along the sidewalk. I could feel the cool morning breeze as it swirled around my smooth nyloned legs and fluttered up my skirt but even in this surreal moment I forced myself to stay in character to please Madge. "One foot in front of the other Marissa dear, that's it," Madge said as the instruction continued, "Get a little wiggle into your hips, walk like a lady." As we neared the mall I could see our reflections in the large glass doors at the entrance. Ruth and Madge had dressed very feminine as well which helped me blend in a bit with them but I was still beside myself with nervous tension. A few people were coming and going from the front doors and I noticed a few men looking us over. One of them held the door open for us. "Morning ladies," he said in greeting as we moved inside. Then young teenaged boys hustled past roughhousing and I heard one of them say "nice babe" as he noticed me as they scurried out of the building. And then we entered the inner doors and started down the long tiled floor of the mall. I clutched my purse nervously as if everyone was looking at me and knew I was a boy in a dress. Madge noticed. "Relax Marissa and get back in character," she scolded. I gasped through a dry throat and choked a swallow as I walked between Madge and Ruth through the mall. "Let's try Donovan's first, that's the best dress shop here," Ruth said. We then settled into the long walk through the mall. I could still hear the high heels clicking as I wiggled along on mincing steps and could feel the floral rayon skirt and my slip as they swayed. I then heard the familiar swishing, zipping sound then realized it was coming from me as my nyloned thighs and calves rubbed together. I noticed Madge's legs as well as Ruth's and all three of us in heels and shiny hose made the same sound as we moved along. We ended up visiting the ladies room half way through the mall and once the room was empty Madge freshened my makeup. I had been sweating and nervous and she didn't like the fact that it was ruining my makeup. "You'd better settle down little lady, or maybe you'll find yourself trying on dresses for a while or maybe some shoes at the shoe store!" I got the point and soon we were back on the move and nearing Donovan's dress shop. We entered the perfumed no man's land of Donovan's and moved through the racks of dresses and lingerie on our ladies day of shopping. Madge looked over a few blouses and dresses and even held one up to me but thankfully didn't have me try it on. That gave me a moment to finally relax and took some of the pressure off. After a half hour of shopping we headed for one of the mall cafes. "That's it Marissa dear yes, nice and feminine," Madge said as she noticed me swishing and mincing along. She also noticed the few women and the men who looked our way. "See? Nothing too it is there? We're just three pretty ladies out for a day of shopping" Madge said as we entered the restaurant. I felt the swish of my dress as I minced into the restaurant following Madge. She selected a secluded booth and the maitride led us away. As I took my seat in the corner booth and crossed my legs I felt the glassy feel and heard the swish of the nylons I was wearing. Ruth and Madge joined me and soon the waiter appeared. "Good morning ladies," he said as he handed over the menus and told us he would be back to take our order. I noticed several men looking us over and one looking at my legs. "Now that's the proper way for a young lady to dress," I heard the woman at the table say to her young girl sitting at the table who was dressed in torn jeans and dirty sneakers with a mass of unkempt hair atop her head and an ipod headset around her neck. The girl glanced at me as I crossed my legs, smoothed my dress and looked away studying my menu. "Isn't that just a lovely dress?" the lady said to the girl who wanted nothing to do with my look. And I wondered what the lady would think if I told her my name was really Tim! But I kept my composure and settled into the feminine personae that Madge expected of me. We had a light lunch of salad and toast and were relaxing when Madge started a fresh conversation. "Doesn't 'Marissa' look lovely today Ruth?" she said beaming a wide smile as she looked me over. "Yes, yes 'she' does," Ruth added. Although I was beginning to relax I mentioned that summer was almost over and school would be starting soon and that I'd had fun staying with her again this year. I was satisfied that would make her happy and we could soon be on our way home but for some reason Ruth started to giggle and then Madge started in. They finally stopped as Madge reached into her purse and took out some papers. She then handed them to me. I unfolded them and started to read through them. I felt my face redden, my ears start to ring as my heart leapt into my throat causing me to choke a dry swallow. My tightly girdled package suddenly felt strange, my little manhood felt like it was shriveling away and my little testes felt like they were at the back of my throat now! The papers I held began to shake as I tried my best to hold them still but the nervousness grew and I felt faint! There in my hands were copies of a GED test showing I had completed my high school equivalency. The next paper showed me now being legally adopted by Madge and the paper after that showed my sex as female now and my name as "Marissa" with the same last name as Madge. I was now Marissa Dubois! The paper after that said that I was a candidate for sexual reassignment and suffered from gender dysphoria and some other medical mumbo jumbo that was all legal and proper. Now although school would be starting in only a week or two it didn't matter because my folks wouldn't be coming back to get me! "You've been a proper young lady up to this point, but don't make a scene dear" Madge said as I put the papers forcefully on the table then pushed them away in disbelief causing a few restaurant patrons to look our way momentarily. But they soon went back to their meals and as my stomach wrenched and my head spun Madge began her explanation as she gathered the papers up, folded them then put them back into her purse. It was all there in writing learned that my parents had divorced within a week after dropping me off for my latest summer with aunt Madge and that Madge, the summer before had told them everything. Nobody every mentioned anything to me but my dad became so disgusted he had over the past weeks of the summer left for parts unknown and my mother being only my step mother didn't want me tagging along slowing her down as she got her new life underway and after Madge explained everything to her she made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with any little sissy boy and that she could take charge of m