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Chrissy's New Life Part 4
"Let's see now," Aunt Mary thought aloud, throwing open the sliding
mirrored doors lining the wall of the bedroom. My eyes widened as row
upon row of delightfully colorful dresses, skirts, and blouses were
revealed.
"What do you think, Carolyn?" Aunt Mary queried as she removed an
exquisitely feminine pink dress from the rack. I couldn't take my eyes
off the airy creation. The dress was a beautiful pastel satin, its
bodice and skirt highlighted with a wide band of white lace.
"I think our little girl will look adorable in this, don't you agree,
Carolyn?"
"Oh Yes, Ma'am," the maid replied, her beautifully manicured hand
caressing my cheek as I blushed deeply.
"Isn't it pretty, Christine?" she asked excitedly, winking at her
employer. "Well? Christine, what do you think?"
"Yes, it's very nice," I finally answered, both women smiling at my
obvious embarrassment.
"Nice? Judging from the look in your eyes, I would have thought
something more than just nice," giggled the satin and petticoat clad
maid. I'd almost forgotten; we'd better find you a new pair of panties,
hadn't we sweetheart?"
Aunt Mary said, "Why what happened to her panties?"
Carolyn said, "Chrissy got so excited she ejaculated into her panties,
with my help of course." Aunt Mary replied,
"So you really love being a girl my darling Chrissy."
I said, "I am a boy and should not be feeling this way but I do like
it."
Aunt Mary said, "You will soon see that wearing frillies is far better
than your male clothes."
Opening the top drawer of the large chest near the bed, Carolyn searched
for a moment, and then returned to display a darling pair of white satin
panties. They were trimmed in frilly lace at both the waist and leg
openings, and even more elaborately across the seat with several rows of
lace running from one side to the other.
"My goodness, those are precious, just perfect for my new niece's first
day out and about!" gushed Aunt Mary.
Stooping low, the maid held the panties open, and steadying myself with
a hand on her shoulder, I, one foot at a time, gingerly stepped into
them. Trying to remain modest in the presence of the two ladies, I
attempted to hold the hem of the baby-doll down as Carolyn slowly raised
the wondrously smooth panties up over my knees. I was red-faced with
embarrassment as she smiled up at me, she continued on, tugging the
panties up all the way and her hands hidden beneath my gown smoothed
them over my recently drained penis.
"There now...that's better, isn't it my girl?" she asked me. Not waiting
for a reply, she stood and began removing my filmy robe.
"Let's not waste any time, Chrissy dear," Aunt Mary said, taking the hem
of the baby-doll in her hands and lifting it over my head.
Standing before them in only my girlish new panties and slippers, I
tried again to cover myself.
"Don't be so shy, Chrissy; we'll have you all pretty again soon,"
laughed my host. "I think our little girl should be properly powdered
before donning her pretty dress" Aunt Mary directed the maid.
"Certainly, Ma'am," she answered, taking a feathery puff from a wide-
mouthed jar on the vanity. My eyes closed tightly, she dusted me
generously with the sweet smelling body powder, coating my shoulders and
then moving down over my hairless chest and finally down over each
thigh.
Returning from the dresser, Carolyn held out a wispy white training bra.
Unsure of what was happening, I took a step back, but Aunt Mary promptly
instructed me to raise my arms and quit stalling. My arms outstretched
before me, Carolyn slipped the lacy confection up over my elbows, and
reaching behind, clasped the hooks, which secured the silky garment.
Though hardly needing any support for my non-existent breasts, I did
feel somewhat more modest. My penis was getting hard again and this did
go unnoticed by the two ladies who smiled at each other.
Any relief was short-lived however, as turning to Aunt Mary; I spotted
what I knew to be a garter belt in her hand. In my mind at least,
wearing panties and a dress was one thing, but being attired in
something so totally feminine was somehow moving to an entirely
different plane. Entirely at their mercy, however, I resigned myself to
whatever they had in mind.
Circling my waist with the satin and lace belt, Aunt Mary motioned me to
the vanity stool. Seated, I watched in apparent awe as Carolyn now
approached, a pair of sheer white stockings flowing from her hand.
Removing first one slipper then the other, the maid carefully gathered
the sleek looking nylon and then slipped the stocking over my foot.
"Raise your leg, sweetheart; a girl should always take care to keep her
nylons straight." As she glided the wondrously silky stocking up my leg,
my breathing became more of a gasp. It didn't help as she reached
beneath my little panties and guided the frilly garter tabs under and
through before attaching each tautly to the lacy tops of the nylons. In
the process her hands brushed against my engorged panty covered penis
causing me to shudder.
Carolyn said," Chrissy darling just hold yourself in and don't mess your
panties again."
Just as Carolyn fastened the last of the garters, Aunt Mary returned
from the large walk-in closet with a pair of white patent leather low-
heeled pumps. The front of each was decorated with a pink satin bow.
Still kneeling, Carolyn took the shoes and slipped them on my feet.
"Oh, those are darling, Carolyn," she said as standing, she looked down
at the pretty little shoes. "It's fortunate Christine and Susan are
almost exactly the same size; our little girl will certainly have quite
a wardrobe from which to choose," beamed Aunt Mary.
Checking the length of the dress hanging from the closet door, Carolyn
rummaged thru the back or the closet and shortly reappeared, a shiny
petty-slip in her hand. Though somewhat short like the dress itself, the
skirt was very full. Constructed of multiple layered taffeta and edged
in delicate lace top and bottom, it rustled deliciously as she lowered
it over my up stretched arms.
Together, with me sandwiched between them, Carolyn and Aunt Mary
adjusted the thin shoulder straps until it hung perfectly, the smooth
bodice hugging my chest and the frothy skirt tickling my thighs. I was
glad of the garment as it concealed my ever-hardening penis.
"Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?" Aunt Mary asked,
giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my
lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my
nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud.
Taking me by the hand, Carolyn again led me to the vanity where, after
showing me how to sit properly in a skirt, she turned me away from the
mirror. "It's time we fixed your face, dear," the maid said taking a
broad bib-like cape and tying it around my neck and shoulders.
"Just wait till I'm through with you, Christine; you won't even
recognize yourself."
After a few minutes, the change was remarkable. Eye shadow, a bit of
mascara, and blush had served to remove any hint of boyishness. I
enjoyed being made up as it would remove all traces of boy.
Lastly, lifting my chin gently, she brought a tube of lipstick close.
"Purse your lips for me, sweetheart," she asked, and after responding
with a coquettish pout, she coated my lips with a pinkish gloss.
"Excellent," complimented Aunt Mary, "a little touch-up with the curling
iron and our little Chrissy will be perfect".
Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed
and curled what was longish hair for a boy. After looking through a
small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching
satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a
pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming,
they pulled me to my feet. "Don't look yet, Chrissy," instructed Aunt
Mary, "let's slip your lovely dress on first."
Taking the pink satin smock from its hanger, Carolyn directed me to
raise my arms carefully. Watchful of my makeup and new hairdo, the women
lowered the beautiful garment over my head and outstretched arms. They
fussed and primped, tugging it down gently until it settled over the
fluffy petticoats. After fastening the row of buttons up the back, the
maid removed a long sash from the hanger and wrapped it around my waist,
forming a large bow in the rear, giving the dress an almost bustle like
appearance. The anticipation was excruciating, but when the two women at
last spun me to face my reflection, I almost fainted in wonder.
Looking back from the mirror was no almost teenage boy in a dress.
Instead was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. My eyes moved from
her delicately painted face, down over the bodice of her lace and ribbon
trimmed dress, lower to where her legs seemed to escape from a bouffant
cloud of frothy skirts, and finally down to the tiny pink bows which
decorated her girlish slippers. I was lost in a trance.
"How was this possible?" I thought to myself. As I turned to see the
reflection from another angle, it hit me. As the layers of taffeta
swished about my nylon-covered legs, there was no mistake. This was no
dreamlike image - this was I! I could have remained before the mirror
for hours had the two women not awakened me from my reverie.
"It's almost 10:30; if we're going, we'd better get along," warned Aunt
Mary.
"Ooops, I almost forgot," exclaimed Carolyn, rushing to the closet once
more. After briefly searching, she turned with a small white patent
leather clutch and a pair of white glace gloves in her hands.
"We can't have you going and forgetting your purse, now can we
Christine?" she grinned. The gloves, though snug, fit over my hands,
ending just above the wrist in a ruffled lace cuff.
"Now, come along, sweetheart," said Aunt Mary, trying to rush things
along. With one last look in the mirror, I raised a gloved hand and
lightly patted a stray curl back into place, and then turning, I was led
from the room. With the two women, one on either side, I was led down
the wide stairwell. Each held one of my gloved hands to steady me as I
maneuvered slowly down the stairs, still a bit unsure of myself in the
low heels. With every step, my frothy petticoats made a delightful frou-
frou sound as they bounced and tickled my nylon-sheathed thighs. I could
feel the excitement build within the silky confines of my lace-trimmed
panties and I could feel wetness in my panty as my penis began to leak
pre-cum.
Embarrassed by my own reaction to the soft touch of my exquisitely
girlish attire, I tried to think of something else, but even the
smallest movement seemed to defeat me and hold my mind captive to
intoxicating caress of my borrowed frillies.
Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood
in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat.
"You'd better find something for our little girl, too," Aunt Mary
instructed.
The maid quickly returned with a beautiful pink woolen double-breasted
coat. Carefully she slipped it over the lovely dress and fastened the
front. Lastly, Carolyn took a hatbox from the upper shelf and opening
it, took out a wide brimmed straw skimmer.
"Hold your head up, dear," she asked as she tied a fancy bow under my
chin. "There now, you look just adorable, Honey," she said, her hand
straightening the flared skirt of the coat. Bending, she gave me a
little kiss on the cheek and opened the front door.
Taking my hand while I was dressed delicately Aunt Mary beamed,
"Come along, sweetheart," and with my skirts bobbing we walked together
to the car.Looking back as we drove down the avenue, I could see Carolyn
smiling and waving. Just yesterday, I had sat in the same seat, but now,
everything was so different. Instead of jeans, my legs were now sheathed
in smooth white stockings, and despite the weight of the woolen coat,
the multi-layered petticoat made my skirt puff up all around me. I felt
I was sitting on a cushion of frills, my ornately trimmed panties only
adding to the froth of my skirts. Folding my gloved hands on my lap, I
looked over to Aunt Mary, who smiled down at me.
"Don't look so nervous, dear. No one is going to recognize you now."
We drove on, heading down the shaded boulevard toward the academy. "I'm
sure we'll find your suitcase, but it will be so much of a shame; you
look so pretty as a girl."
Blushing, I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. "Really dear, you should
have been born a girl; wearing pretty dresses is only half the fun." The
gates of the school came into view.
"You'd better let me do all the talking, dear. We wouldn't want you to
give yourself away."
I froze in my seat, wishing that I could somehow become invisible. The
large Iron Gate was shut, so Aunt Mary pulled up and stopped just in
front and got out. Seeing a lone priest working in the garden, she
called to him. I recognized him as Father Patrick, one of the older
faculty members who was more or less retired now and spent most of his
time tending the grounds.
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