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Sissy Farm - Chapter Two By: Beverly Taff
List of Characters:
Me: Michael, A natural sissy;
Aunty Beverly: My mother's sister. (Who adopted me aged 10.);
Janice: My Younger Sister.
Chapter Two
Now I had received another call for assistance from Aunty Bev.
Since adopting me and training me how to lace up her corset, Aunty Bev
oft-times called me across the landing if she had trouble tying off her
corset. Usually I was up and dressed so it was no problem but this time,
because I had been exploring the wonderful sensations of my newly
acquired stash of frillies I had risen late. (Mummy and Daddy's estate
had been wound up and the last bits had been delivered to Aunty Beverly.)
I had been at the house when the boxes arrived and I had put some of
mummy's boxes to one side to decide what I wanted to keep as mementos.
Several of the boxes contained her lingerie and I was fascinated by the
smell and textures that reminded me of her.
It was this reason I was late the fateful morning. I had been wearing
some of mummy's lingerie in bed. Consequently I had failed to get
dressed in time when Aunty Beverly called me. After stripping my lingerie
and wearing just my underpants, I stepped across the landing to attend to
my aunt's request.
By now I was used to seeing Aunty Beverly naked so I simply knocked
softly then paused momentarily on the landing before entering. Aunty
Beverly was standing with her back to me and holding out the laces of her
corset. Without hesitating, I took the laces and started to tighten
them as she smiled at me in the large mirror on the wardrobe door. I
smiled back and noticed her smile turn to a slightly puzzled stare. I
paid it no heed and continued tugging at the laces until we were mutually
satisfied with the fit. It was only then that Aunty Bev spoke as she
turned around to face me.
"What are those marks on your shoulders darling?" she asked.
For a moment I had no idea what she was talking about until she reached
forward and traced her fingers over my shoulders and under my adolescent
pectorals.
"What marks aunty?" I replied innocently.
"These marks, Michael, look, they go over your shoulders then disappear
only to reappear as two curves under your pectorals and a strap mark
around your back. Have you been wearing a bra?"
Suddenly my world fell to pieces and I almost feinted as I realised there
was no way of denying the existence of such distinctive marks. It had
only been the second time I had done it and I had totally failed to
realise that bra's left pressure marks. As I turned to check my body out
in her giant mirror there was no mistaking the obvious red marks. I
glanced down at my shoulders and there was no denying the two angry red,
distinct indentations where I had worn my bra's shoulder straps as tight
as I could get them. I had even tied knots in the straps to make them
shorter because it had been one of my mother's old bras. Both knot marks
were quite obvious halfway down my back just above the chest band where
the clasp had left another very distinct mark in the small of my slender
back.
These strap marks, coupled with the distinctive curves of the under-wired
cups, made it look as though somebody had painted a red bra outline on my
upper body.
Having realised I was caught, totally. I just slumped down tearfully on
Aunty Beverly's bed. Fortunately, if Aunty Beverly was shocked or angry,
she did not show it. Instead she sighed softly then sat on the bed beside
me and put her arms around my heaving shoulders. After waiting for my
tears to abate she heaved a deep breath then smiled and spoke softly.
"I take it that you have then."
I nodded my confession then buried my face in her soft breast again as
though somehow begging absolution. Aunty Beverly gently prised my face
from her ripe cleavage and took my jaw in her fingers. Gazing into my
upturned eyes she smiled softly.
"Do you like wearing them?"
I was about to deny it but the evidence was totally to the contrary. The
marks said it all. I had obviously been wearing a bra during the night
and nobody had forced me. Aunty Beverly smiled into my eyes again and
leant forward to kiss me full on the lips.
"Don't be afraid darling, I'm not angry."
"A, - aren't you?" I sobbed as I savoured the touch of her full lips
against mine.
'Gosh her lips are just so soft,' I thought abstractedly, not wanting her
to release the kiss.
Aunty Beverly seemed to sense my need and let the kiss linger. This gave
me reassurance and I eventually calmed down. Aunty Beverly then started
to question me gently, but thoroughly.
"Whose underwear is it?"
"Mummy's," I gulped guiltily, "It came yesterday and I like to keep some
to remember her by."
"Well, that's to be expected. We all loved your mummy, but don't you have
any proper mementos, perhaps a ring or something?"
"N, - n, - no, Janice got all that stuff. I've got nothing. I've got
dad's stuff but there isn't much and it's sort of plain. Janice has got
all sorts of lovely jewellery and stuff.
"Do you like wearing your mummy's lingerie or is it just to remind you of
her?"
I hesitated nervously. The truth was, girl's panties and stuff had always
fascinated me. The arrival of mummy's stuff had just been such a
wonderful opportunity to expand my collection. Now I didn't have to steal
Janice's panties. Nevertheless it was nice to still smell mummy's scent
on them. Reluctantly I confessed.
"I like it. I like the silky feeling. These boy's pants are just so
rough. Uugh"
As I spoke, I picked at the waistband of my boy's underpants and pulled a
discontented face. Aunty Beverly smiled.
"So you definitely prefer panties then," she observed as her smile turned
to a knowing, tight-lipped grin.
"Yes," I admitted quite openly, "why can't boys have nice silky pants?
Girls get all the nice stuff."
"Well would you, - ahem, - prefer to be a girl then darling?" whispered
Aunty Beverly as she caught a husky, little croak in her throat.
"No, but I like to wear silky panties, - and frills and stuff," I added
as an afterthought.
"Would you like to live as a girl then, a sissy perhaps."
"What's a sissy?" I asked.
"A sissy is a boy who likes to appear as a girl but gets to be a boy and
stay a boy. They usually live as maids helping their mistresses and
seeing to their needs."
"You mean like helping you with your corset?"
Aunty Beverly hesitated then smiled with a glitter of excitement in her
eye.
"Why that's exactly how they are. Yes, helping with my corset is exactly
the sort of things sissies do for their mistresses."
She gave me another hug and I savoured once more the delectable pleasure
of burying my tearful face in her ripe soft breasts. Aunty Beverly
giggled as she reached for a tissue and wiped my tears from her cleavage.
I stared at her and reached out for the tissue from her hand.
"Here, let me do that, I made them wet."
Aunty Beverly giggled slightly then released the tissue and allowed my
fingers to gently dab the tear stains from her breasts. I noticed there
were some damp bits around her firm pink nipples so I gently dabbed those
as well. Aunty Beverly gasped then sagged.
"Oo-oh, Michael! You're such a caring little sissy. Would you like to
help me with my bra?"
"Where is it?" I asked.
"In the top, right-hand draw of my dressing table, get a blue one to
match my corset, and while your there you'll find some matching panties
and a suspender belt in the second drawer."
Showing a bit too much eagerness, I slipped off Aunty Bev's bed and
stepped over to the dressing table. In seconds I had selected the perfect
set. Aunty Beverly smiled knowingly.
"That was quick Petal. Methinks you know a bit more about lingerie than
you're letting, don't you darling?"
I smiled bashfully but secretly felt proud that I had been so efficient.
Boldly I offered more help.
"Shall I get your stockings?"
"Yes, but be careful. Don't ladder them. Let me see your hands first."
I held out my hands and Aunty Beverly studied them thoughtfully.
"They're very soft and smooth Michael. You must look after them very
well."
"I use the hand cream in the bathroom. It's Janice's but Janice told me
to use it if I want to keep my hands from getting cracked and rough. She
likes my hands to be smooth when I help to bathe her."
"What! You help your little sister!"
"Yes. She likes me to do her back. I thought you knew."
"No. I didn't. I've been a bit remiss in the bathroom area. Doesn't she
mind?"
"No. Mummy used to do it but mummy's go, - gone, so I do it." (Here a
tear came to my eye as I remembered mummy washing us tenderly in the
bath. The washing thing was Janice's favourite memory and I had become a
substitute to perpetuate Janice's memories.) I continued explaining. "At
first, Janice said my hands were a bit rough so she showed me how to use
her hand and face cream to make them soft. She says my hands feel like
mummy's now and she likes it."
Aunty Janet's jaw sagged with mild amazement as she fingered my hands
again then she spoke softly.
"Well, you're hands are certainly nice and soft. They'll be perfectly
safe to handle my nylons. Let's look at your nails."
I presented my nails for inspection stretching my fingers out with my
palms down. Aunty Beverly smiled at the feminine gesture but said
nothing. I later learned that boys usually studied their nails with their
palms up and fingers curled around like a half-fist. I guess I was
already destined to be a sissy. Truth to tell, my nails were a bit
chipped and rough but Aunty Bev soon addressed that.
"We'll put my bra and panties on then we'll do your nails so that you
won't ladder my stockings."
Eagerly I held out the bra and Aunty Bev slipped her arms through the
shoulder loops before instructing me how to clip up the back. Then she
explained.
"Normally, when I'm by myself, I clip the bra around my waist then slide
it around like we slid the corset the first time. Now that I have a sissy
to help dress me I can simply hold out my arms while you clip it up at
the back."
She turned to face me again with the bra cups under her breasts and
explained the next step.
"Now you have to load the cups."
I crimsoned slightly and held out my palms uncertainly.
"How do I do that?"
Aunty Beverly smiled softly. Her breasts were a lovely firm, largish C or
smallish D size but I would learn of such stuff much later in my life.
She took my trembling hands and gently fed them under her right breast so
that my hands served as shoe-horns. Gently she helped me spoon the
delightful, ripe, firm globe into the cup then she showed my how to
arrange the nipple so that it stood out pronouncedly without rubbing
against the seam.
She let out a little squeak followed by a gasp as I followed her
instructions and gently re-positioned the stiff little nubbin so that it
was contained by the smooth silky material and not irritated by the seam.
"Oo-oh your such a splendid little helper Michael. Would you like to do
the other one?"
Not realising that Aunty Beverly was getting turned on, I innocently
cupped her other globe then spooned that one into it's appropriate
support before gently diddling the stiff little thimble sized nubbin so
that it was clear of the seam. Aunty Beverly let out a groan of
satisfaction then collapsed onto the bed as she raised her long slender
legs.
"Put my panties on darling."
For a moment I thought she meant for me to put her panties on me then I
realised she meant put them on her. Aunty Bev smiled then waved her
beautiful curved legs at the knees and smiled invitingly as she held out
her panties. As she held them by the waistband my eyes fixed on the
obvious womanly shape and cut decorated with beautiful ivory frills that
matched the seaming on her blue corset and the delicate lacy edging on
her bra.
"Hurry up Petal. A lady doesn't like to be kept hanging around without
panties."
"Oh! Sorry Aunty," I apologised as I took the panties then kneeled down
as I slid them over her toes and up her smooth sensuous legs. As I
reached above her knees, she stood up from the bed and my eyes fell
directly onto the soft golden curls that seemed to hide a secret that I
could not quite discern. I knew that girls were totally different because
I had seen my little sister Janice hundreds of times but somehow; Aunty
Bev's seemed different. Instead of a simple single slit I could vaguely
discern some extra fleshy bits that looked like dark wet lips. However I
knew it was rude to stare and after a moment's surprised hesitation I
slid the panties up her thighs and over her bum.
"There, that's better," she sighed. "A lady doesn't like to feel too
exposed and vulnerable without her panties does she?"
"No Aunty Bev," I gulped as I stepped nervously backwards.
"Now," she continued, "Before you can slip my stockings on, I'd better
attend to those nails of yours. I don't want you laddering them do I?"
"No Aunty," I replied as I nervously extended my hands.
She gently took my wrists and led me to her dressing table. There she
sat me down on her lap and made me extend my nails as she selected a
suitable emery strip from a packet by the nail varnishes.
"Now this is how we do them see," she explained softly as she took each
finger individually then buffed them gently as she worked out all the
snags and hangnails.
"For a little boy, your nails aren't bad darling," she observed. "I was
expecting this to be a long job but it's not bad. The aim is to get each
nail into a nice regular oval shape and look; apart from you're fore
fingers and index fingers the others look pretty good. Now, we'd better
get them nice and glossy to smooth out any surface roughness."
I gasped as she reached out for a bottle of nail varnish and protested
nervously.
"I, - can't wear nail varnish! Aunty Bev! People will see."
"No, no darling. This is clear varnish. It just strengthens and smoothes
your nails. Your nails will be a bit glossier but nobody will notice I
assure you."
I agreed reluctantly and Aunty Bev gave me another soft kiss on my neck
as she unscrewed the bottle and sat poised with the loaded brush. I
extended my hands sissy style again and she gently layered the polish on
with well-practised strokes. As she concentrated silently on my nails,
Janice appeared unannounced. She gave both Aunty Bev and me a start as
she appeared silently at our side.
"Oh!" I squeaked nervously as Aunty Bev finished the last nail.
"Watcha doing?" asked Janice as she peered intently at my fingers.
Aunty Bev was nothing if not quick thinking.
"I'm treating Michael's nails. They were badly cracked. This will stop
them becoming rough and broken."
Janice immediately studied her nails which were somewhat badly chewed and
very rough. Aunty Bev immediately took Janice's fingers in her hand and
frowned.
"Gosh Sweetypie, Those are an awful mess. You mustn't chew them. Look at
Michael's, aren't they rather smart now they've been treated?"
"I want mine like that," demanded Janice peremptorily.
"Well Sweetypie, all I can do for now is smooth the ends and paint them
to make them glossy. Then next week, after they've grown a bit, we might
be able to make them look pretty, but you mustn't chew them darling."
With these words, Aunty Bev eased me off her lap and invited Janice to
climb up. As I slid down, Aunty Bev noticed my stiffy and she gave it a
little squeeze as she whispered softly in my ear.
"After your nails have dried, you'd better get rid of this little friend.
I'll be some while with Janice. Her nails are a mess as well."
Fortunately, I was able to slip out of the room with my back to Janice so
she didn't see my 'condition'. As I stepped away Aunty Bev called out.
"Wait for your nails to dry first. It'll take a good few minutes."
I escaped to the bathroom with relief and sat on the loo waving my hands
around to dry my nails. As I did so, I smiled as I heard Janice and Aunty
Bev giggling and tittering. Had I known what they were giggling about, I
might not have been so pleased.
End of Chapter Two - To Be Continued - Comments are appreciated !!
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