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Andrea Coming of Age
By Robin Y.
"Stop right there young lady! Just where do you think you are going? I
thought I told you that wearing lipstick was required for dinner. I believe
in looking our best.....at all times!...Hush! Don't interrupt me again. Just
put your lipstick and compact in your pockets and you can fix it after
dinner....now what was I saying? Oh yes! I see you are wearing eyeliner and
mascara as I instructed, but to be well dressed you must have on
lipstick....and while you are at it add some of that pink blush I gave you
today.... I know it makes you look sissyish, but that is your own fault....if
you tried a little harder to be feminine like I taught you then maybe you
would look more like a real girl. Did you ever think about that?" My Aunt
towered over me in her stiletto heels as she chastised me for not wearing
lipstick.
"I'm sorry Aunt Hilda, I must have forgotten. I promise I will try harder to
remember the things you taught me." I put my head down and hoped she
wouldn't resort to her friendly reminder which included a hairbrush and my
panty covered little bottom. Then I had a thought.
"What color lipstick should I wear, Auntie?" I said with the best young girl
smile I could muster. I hoped that my question would put me back in her good
graces.
"Silly! I told you that you must always match your lips and fingernails. Now
what color polish are you wearing?"
I looked at my fingernails. "Dark pink, Aunt Hilda," I replied.
"Well, go upstairs and look on your vanity and find a darkish pink lipstick
that you feel matches your nails. Remember that it doesn't always have to
match exactly....try to remember what I taught you about matching colors. Now,
hurry upstairs and fix yourself up.....don't forget the blush."
I hurried up the stairs in my black patent shoes with a short 1 ?" heel. I
could feel my bare, silky smooth legs as they rubbed against each other and
against the soft cotton legs of my shorts. When I got to my room I walked in
and went to the Vanity that Aunt Hilda had given me. I looked through
lipsticks that were there and found a dark Berry Pink....I rolled up the tube
and held it next to my fingers to see if it matched. It appeared to me that
this was one of those matches that worked even though they were different
shades. I looked into the mirror and pursed my lips. I was getting good at
this and I deftly applied first one coat and then another. I put the cap
back on and looked in the mirror again. I used a large brush to apply the
pink blush as I had been taught. I was satisfied that I now had a natural
blush which would last until I removed my makeup. My Hair was nearly
shoulder length, but with the curls it came to about an inch or two below my
chin. My brows were shaped not plucked as Aunt Hilda explained.....
whatever..... there was definitely some plucking going on at one point. This
morning she told me she was taking me to the salon this weekend to have them
waxed....I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I suspect it isn't good.
The last time I was at that salon I left with my first perm and my first
manicure. I was thinking that there wasn't much left that she hadn't done to
me and then I felt the clip on earrings pinching my lobes....I hope she
doesn't make me pierce my ears and wear long dangly earrings or those big
hoops some girls wear.
I moved away from the mirror to return to Auntie downstairs when as an
afterthought, I went back to my vanity and picked up a lip gloss and put one
little dab in the center of my bottom lip and then carefully rubbed upper
and lower together gently. Yes, it did make my lips look a little
bigger....Aunt Hilda was right. I hoped that she would notice that I had paid
attention to detail. I put the lipstick, gloss and my compact into the big
pockets in the shorts as Auntie had instructed....there was still room in the
pocket so I put the blush with its own little brush in there too. I stared
at the small boobs that my bra gave me. I didn't have any real titties,' so
Auntie got me a padded bra so that 'I wouldn't feel self conscious about not
budding yet' she said....I think she had that backwards. With the T-shirt it
definitely was evident that I had some sort of breasts....real or pretend. The
T-shirt was cut so that my belly button was exposed and the sleeves of the
shirt barely covered my shoulders....unfortunately this clearly exposed that
I had thin arms from my shoulder to my wrist.....my hands didn't help with my
long slender fingers and polished nails.
When my Mary Janes hit the wood floor at the bottom of the stairs they made
the familiar clickity clack sound....not so much like a stiletto, but
definitely feminine footwear. As I approached the dining area Aunt Hilda
looked up from setting the table.
"Come here, girl. Let me see what you've learned. Yes, I think the color
will pass. I like the touch with the lip-gloss....it is very feminine. With
your makeup and that cute little top you are adorable," she said. I am sure
I beamed...embarrassed but pleased that she had looked favorably on my
attempts.
We sat and ate a delicious meal that Auntie told me was low calorie....'we
girls have to watch our figures' I think she said.
As we sat and ate in silence I was careful to take small bites and chew
well...just as Aunt Hilda had showed me. My mind began to wander back to how
this all started. My father was Aunt Hilda's younger brother and when he and
mother were killed in a car accident I was sent to live with Auntie. I had
no other relatives I knew about and Auntie lived in another state so I
didn't know anyone in my new hometown. I guess I'm lucky under the
circumstances.....with Auntie dressing me like a girl. It was just two months
ago that I was an average 13 year old boy bouncing along through life. I was
a bit on the slender side like my mom and the only sport I participated in
was the swim team, but I had some friends and my parents who loved me and
treated me wonderfully. Now look at me!
The day I arrived by plane will always remain in my memory.....though I am not
so happy about that. Aunt Hilda picked me up at the airport and right at the
beginning she let it be known that taking me in was not her idea. Mom and
dad both had insurance policies and there was a settlement with the trucking
company whose driver ran head on into my parent's car so there were ample
funds for me to get an education and a start in life. The estate lawyer said
that I was too young to live alone even if I could afford it and that the
state would place me in a home if no one would agree to take me in. Our
neighbor and mom's best friend, Mrs. Shiner called Aunt Hilda and begged her
to take me. I think that when Auntie learned of my trust fund which would
defer any cost she might acquire from my living with her she reluctantly
agreed to give it a try.
Aunt Hilda didn't like my father and didn't really even know my mother. She
said my dad was an arrogant chauvinist who thought he was better than
everyone else. Before they died, my grandparents always showered dad with
praise as the golden boy....good athlete, good looking and a college boy. Aunt
Hilda ended up in a bad relationship right after high school, eloped and
divorced in one year. She told me once that after her divorce everyone gave
up on her. She was smart as in shrewd and lucky as in manipulative and had
started a small business that she later sold for millions. That need to
prove them wrong motivated her and she made herself into a successful and
independent woman. She has lived alone since her divorce. 'I just don't like
men, and I certainly don't need one mooching off of me' she once told me.
The first day with Auntie was a whirlwind and somehow I ended up in a very
girly room unpacking my things. I knew that Aunt Hilda didn't have any
children and I wondered why the room was decorated so.
After two days of rest and recuperation Aunt Hilda said it was time to have
a talk. She led me to her library where she sat me down in front of her
desk. She sat down behind her desk and began to talk. I felt like she was a
boss or something and I was her employee.
"I know your name is Andrew, but until I say otherwise it is now Andrea. As
I have said I do not like men...even young ones whose hormones are not in full
bloom yet. I only agreed because the lawyer said I would be your sole
guardian and that I had the final say on how you are raised and educated. Do
you understand that?" she asked.
I nodded that I did, but I was wondering what she meant about calling me
Andrea.
"No men in my house! Period! That has been my policy for years and I won't
change now. So you see you will have to make some accommodations for your
old Auntie. Starting right now you are my niece Andrea and you are a 13 year
old teenage girl......Hush!.....do not ever interrupt me again or there will be
consequences. As I was saying, you are going to have to make some changes in
your appearance and in your behaviors.....I said Hush!" She grabbed me by the
arm and pulled me over her lap. She began to swat my behind with her open
hand....at first, through the shorts I was wearing it wasn't that bad...but as
the whacks continued I began to squirm and whimper. I actually believe she
liked it when I squirmed and when I looked at her to see if she might stop,
she just snickered and continued to spank my bottom. I thought to myself
that her hands must be made of leather. By the time she finished I am sure
my covered tush was as pink as the dress she was wearing. She sat me back in
the chair. "You will spend the summer with me here as my niece and in the
fall you can choose to continue as a girl or I can ship you back home for
the state to place you somewhere. There are no if ands or buts.....this is how
it will be. You can continue to be uncooperative and be introduced to my
hairbrush....which I assure you is stronger than my hand....or you can cooperate
and learn how to look and behave like a proper young lady."
"I truly do not want to harm you child, but I believe a firm hand results in
lessons learned. I have taken your clothes to Salvation Army and all that is
left is what you are wearing. I checked your sizes and I have purchased some
beautiful new clothes for you....shoes too. It is just a start, but it will
allow you to begin anew as my niece right away," And with that my first
lessons in being a girl began. She started with showing me my new wardrobe
which consisted of panties, bras, 2 slips and several packages of thigh high
stockings with elastic at the top. She showed me my 2 pairs of shorts (I
knew they were girls' by the way they were cut and the colors. There were 3
tops that were pullover types and 2 that buttoned down the front. They all
looked like girls clothing. She pulled the store garment cover off of
something that was hanging on the closet door and revealed a little summer
dress. It had narrow straps that held it up and looked to be cotton or
something like that. Right below what I guessed was the boob area, there was
an elastic band under the material....all crinkled up like.....it went down to
around the waist area. I couldn't believe she would make me wear a dress.
"Isn't it darling Andrea? And look at the shoes I got to go with it," And
she pulled out a box and removed the top. "They are called wedgies and have
a three inch cork heel....see how cute they are. And they will be cool as well
as pretty...summer is coming on quickly," she said.
I was mortified it's true, but something inside me wanted to try on the
sandals.
After a small lunch we resumed and she taught me all about makeup saying
that all young teenage girls start wearing makeup and that I would have fun
with it. She pulled my long hair back in a high ponytail....she pulled it very
tight and it made my eyebrows go up giving me a surprised look. She applied
a foundation over my face and set it with powder. After looking at several
eye shadow palettes she selected one. "Okay, before we do your eye shadow I
will line your eyes with this pencil....watch closely as you will have to
learn to do this yourself," She proceeded to line both the upper lash line
and the inside of the lower lash line. Right away I could see the
difference.....I looked a little more grown up. She then applied two coats of
mascara to my longish lashes and sat back to look at her handy work. "Now,
for the eye shadow. I will use this pink for over the lid like this....it is
appropriate for a young girl like you....Okay, then I will put this light grey
in the crease like this. Be careful to stop right here....young girls should
not look like hookers. Your eyebrows need some work; I'm just going to shape
them a little. Yes, that looks much better. Now a little blusher....sweep your
brush upwards and outward like this....along your cheekbones. You don't look
anything like your father and I never met your mother, but I assume you take
after her....she must have been very pretty." She was being so sweet I almost
forgot that she was ruining my life.
"Lipstick is the final addition to your makeup. A proper young woman always
keeps her lips pretty and colorful.....a good lipstick or gloss will keep them
moist and healthy as well. I think today I will use this coral lipstick....it
will go well with the top I want you to wear today," She used a lip brush to
outline my lips and then stroked the creamy tube across them. I will admit
that the feel and the smell were not unpleasant at all. I can remember
feeling them sticking together for the rest of the day.
Next came the lingerie she had shown me. I was given a tiny little thing she
called high cut panties. They were made of nylon and rode high on my hips
and squeezed my privates into a little lump in front. Then came the bra
which I resisted...finally refusing to go any further. That was when I was
introduced to Aunties hairbrush and after squirming and kicking my legs like
a small child she let me up. I promised to do my best to make her proud of
me and never to refuse her. She put me into what I must say, was a very cute
bra that was padded out to a large A cup. There was lace along the top and
it closed with three little hooks in back. I put on the brownish bronze
colored top with little cap sleeves and lace along the hem that rested right
below my waist. I was then handed a pair of burgundy shorts that flared out
at each leg. The waist was elastic and fit snug around my narrow midsection.
From the waist they kind of plumed out creating a look I had seen in some of
my mother's magazines. Auntie polished my nails and toenails with the coral
polish. As she was doing my fingernails she commented that they needed some
work and she had made an appointment for me right after lunch at her salon.
It sounded ominous. "I'll have them do something with your hair while you
are there," she said (the hair thing turned into a perm and took hours).
"I have something to tell your Andrea. I never met your mother, but we did
speak on the phone once. She called me to find out something about our
family when your dad and I were growing up. She was a bit tense...I guess she
could tell I didn't care for my brother. Anyway she blurts out that she saw
you in one of her dresses and you were wearing some makeup. You didn't know
she was there and continued dancing to music in your room....your skirt
twirling around it must have been cute. I didn't know what to say to her and
really rather resented her bringing me into the family drama. She said she
couldn't tell your dad and I understand that, but why me. I guess it turned
out to be a good bit of information....as things have turned out. So...you can
pretend not to like what I have in store for you or you can just go with it
now that the cat is out of the bag."
I thought about protesting, but just sat in silence as she placed the
Wedgies on my feet. We ate a small lunch and the next thing I know I am in a
salon and getting a perm and manicure. I can't say that I didn't enjoy the
manicure. The technician soaked my hands and then massaged them....I had never
had my hands massaged and it felt really nice. I was so taken with whole
thing that when she held up a bottle of red polish I almost said yes. Auntie
intervened and said that she thought a deep pink would be good for today.
Pink it was.
I can't even tell you the torture I was put through with the perm and
set.....I am glad the manicure followed the perm....it gave me a chance to
recuperate before leaving the safety of the salon. By the time my nails were
dry I was ready to try and face the world....as Andrea......13 year old niece of
Aunt Hilda.
Everyone in the salon was very nice to me and no one apparently took me for
a boy. How could you blame them, dressed as I was?
Days went by and soon my shorts gave way to the sundress and heels. In full
makeup which I now adequately apply myself, the dress and my perm I looked
every bit a teen girl...proper and prim. Aunt Hilda was overjoyed with my
appearance improvements. "We must go shopping today. You will need more
summer dresses and maybe a cute suit in case we go somewhere fancy. And more
shoes....you are getting to that age where you can start wearing high heels....I
see all the young girls wearing them...they are so cute."
And shopping we did. We must have gone to a dozen different stores. After
stopping for a snack in the mall food court she brought me to an earring
kiosk.
"My niece wants to get her ears pierced and I have finally agreed," she
addressed the young woman standing behind the counter.
"Yes, of course.... I will pierce them for free if you buy earrings worth at
least $15.00."
"That sounds good.... we will need to get several pairs to get her started and
of course studs."
"I'll get everything ready if you want to pick out some studs.....you can pick
out the rest afterwards," Aunt Hilda looked at each pair of studs they had
with a critical eye. Finally she settled on simple gold studs that she said
were feminine and had a young sophistication to them. Soon I was wearing the
studs and looking at the other earrings on display. Auntie picked out two
pair and I picked out two pair. I was surprised....I expected Auntie to pick
out earrings that were outlandish or over the top girly, but she was
judicious in choosing some that were versatile and yet pretty. I ended up
choosing the 3 ?" hoops and the tiny chain ones which hang straight down
from my lobes about 2 inches.
I always enjoyed fooling around with mom's things, but I didn't think I
really wanted to be a girl. Now I was stuck until the end of summer having
to pretend to be one. Then after all that I had to decide if I wanted to
continue to live as a female or go home to the state and who knows what. Not
much choice....at least I had the rest of the summer to figure something
out.....and truthfully, being a girl was a lot of fun. I even met a couple of
girls at one of Auntie's bridge gatherings. She had the game at our house
and one of the younger women in the club brought her daughter and her
daughter's friend to play with me. It was awkward at first, but we soon were
playing games that Jamie and Missy knew and taught me. We had a lot of fun.
I showed them my new clothes and they both were jealous of the new
3?" heel strappy sandals Aunt Hilda let me buy. When everyone had left
except Auntie I sat in my room and thought about my predicament. I was
unquestionably having the time of my life, but I knew that in a few years my
voice would be changing and I would grow hair on my body and have to shave.
I didn't really want all the muscles, but I had no choice....I was hoping that
Aunt Hilda would not put me out when those things occurred.
One evening we were watching America's Next Top Model and Aunty asked me to
sit beside her on the sofa. I rose from my chair and walked over to where
she sat. "You have a nice girlie walk Andrea. You are becoming a young
woman."
It was the end of June and I had been exclusively a girl for just under a
month. I was accustomed to the feel of my bra and the lavish sensation of
wearing satin and nylon panties...it became second nature to check my makeup
and touch it up when it was required. Auntie continued to teach me and to
correct me when I fell short of her ideal.
This particular evening she was dressed for bed early. Sitting watching TV
in her black negligee which came down to mid thigh when she stood. I thought
she looked beautiful.
"Darling! Why don't you go upstairs and put on that cute little nightgown I
bought you today....I want to see what it likes on you," She requested. I
didn't hesitate...I found that if I did as she asked I never felt the
hairbrush.....except for that first time...a threat is all she needs to keep me
compliant.
As I came down the stairs and entered the den Auntie looked up and saw me.
"Come over here dear, let me see how it fits....yes very nice....How does it
feel? Since the curls from your perm have relaxed a little and you wear your
hair like that...you could probably pass for 18. Come sit," And she patted the
cushion beside her on the sofa. "I've poured us each a glass of wine.... I
think a little girl growing up can have a little wine," I nodded and sipped
at the wineglass she handed me. Auntie had never smoked in front of me and I
didn't know she had the habit....but she picked up a pack of Benson and Hedges
from the end table and then using the lighter that was on the coffee table
in front of us she lit the cigarette. As she released the smoke she turned
and looked me in the eye.
"I seldom smoke, but occasionally I do enjoy a good quality cigarette. I
sometimes have a stewardess friend bring me expensive ones from Europe, but
I find that these are quite good as well. Would you like one....a little wine
and a cigarette won't kill you," she said offering me a cigarette from the
pack.
I had smoked a few times with friends...just experimenting mind you. I did
have enough experience that I didn't cough or anything and it made me feel
more mature to sit smoking and drinking wine with my Auntie while we were
both in our nighties. By the time I finished my first glass of wine I was
feeling tipsy. Aunt Hilda put her arm around me and said that she would take
of me and that I shouldn't worry about a thing. The comfort of her bosom
against my cheek as I snuggled to her was perfect and soon I felt myself
getting aroused. OMG! I was getting aroused by my Auntie's breasts. I tried
to move away, but she pulled me back.
"Here, Andrea....sit on my lap." I did as I was told.
"If you keep squirming like that you are going to get Auntie all excited,
sweetheart"
She said with a smile. "Give me a little kiss, honey....no, here right on the
lips. As we kissed, tongues beginning to get involved she put her hand on my
penis. There was a nylon nightie between her hand and my Willie, but she was
definitely feeling me up. I became fully erect quickly.
"My! Doesn't my niece have a large clitoris....that is what it is called,
Darling....a clit," She continued to rub and squeeze me and I was getting
close to one of the orgasms I had been experiencing while masturbating
lately. Suddenly she stopped and removed her lips from mine. I think you
have been a naughty girl....I told you that you would get Auntie all excited
and now you have.....you little flirt."
"Do you think naughty girls should be punished? Well do you, Andrea?" she
asked.
"I hated the idea of being spanked again, but I did what I was told and bent
over Aunt Hilda's thighs. She gently pulled up my nightgown and then
surprisingly she pulled down my panties. She began to fondle the cheeks of
my tush. Slowly rubbing her hand in a circular motion....every time she got
near my anal space she kind of put her finger in my crack and wiggled it. My
clit was throbbing and I know she could feel it in her lap like that. The
next thing you know she is pushing a finger into my rear passage. Before I
could say anything it was in there moving around....then suddenly she hit a
spot (the prostate) I didn't know existed at the time and I started spurting
into my nightgown. She kept rubbing my sensitive spot until I stopped
Cuming. The she smiled and said, "It#s Auntie's turn now."
Aunt Hilda continued my 'sex education' as she called it for the rest of the
summer. In July she introduced me to a 4" long jelly dildo which she said
would condition my pussy (that's what she called my rear door). By end of
the summer I could orgasm from the pink toy moving in and out and over my
prostate gland....without touching myself! I found that I couldn't wait for
the next session. My sex education also included feminine hygiene and Auntie
introduced me to feminine pads and tampons. Of course I didn't actually need
the protection, but Aunt Hilda said that it was something every woman
experiences and I would be expected to have a regular cycle like the other
girls at school. We decided that my cycle would be the same as Aunt Hilda's
so that we would not forget and I would get trained....soon she said it would
become second nature. She said that having that little string hanging
between my legs would help remind me of what we women have to go through.
Well, it's the end of August and I have decided to stay with Auntie. She
really does love me and treats me with kindness. I now understand why she
had to be firm with me ....it was so that I could accept who I am. I will be
attending a private girls school next month....as Andrea Marie (Marie was my
mother's name). Aunt Hilda has made donations to the school and to help get
me in we are making a donation from my trust in my parent's name. This and a
friend of Auntie's who works in administration at the school who helped us
out with the paperwork. The High School is highly regarded and puts its
emphasis on education. Sports and PE or voluntary and not required to
graduate....So I won't have to disrobe completely or use the common showers or
anything. The herbal supplement Aunt Hilda put me on has developed my little
breasts some, but they are still a young girls boobies....not yet flowing with
female hormones. I can't wait until they start to bloom.
Needless to say I am excited about starting school. I hope to make new
girlfriends and have more of a social life with girls my own age. Who knows?
One of them might like boys who want to look like girls. Auntie says that as
my hormones take control I might find that I like boys, too. I hope not.
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