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Life In The Country
(Part 1 of 2)
"If you wanted to try on my things why didn't you ask?" a slightly miffed
Madge asked Timmy as she sat beside him on the bed looking him over.
She'd entered the room to see him mincing in her best heels, wearing a
pair of her nude support pantyhose, pink lace trimmed nylon panties and a
matching vintage layered nylon chiffon baby doll nightie and robe. He'd
even dabbled with her gloss red lipstick but hadn't done a very good job.
"I...I'm s...sorry aunt M...Madge," Timmy said as he gasped through the
uneven lipstick that overran his lip line in places.
"Do you want to be a girl, is that it?" she asked pointedly.
"N...no!" he gasped.
"Are you a sissy then?" she returned.
"N...no! I'm not any of those!" he gasped again, red faced at how he was
now dressed.
"Well, it's not exactly normal for a young man to be prancing around a
bedroom in women's lipstick, high heels, lingerie, ladies hose and a pink
nightie now is it?" she added. "What kind of young man does that? Why
would you get into my things?"
"I just wondered about some of your stuff, how the clothes would feel
like that's all," he gasped nervously as he sat on the edge of the bed
clutching the pink nightgown around himself as he stared at the floor.
"How it would feel?" she returned. "And how does it feel."
"It...it f...feels s...silky, slippery I guess," he answered as she
looked him over noticing the wispy hair on his legs. "I...I'll g...get
out of this stuff now aunt Madge, I...I'm sorry I tried on your clothes,"
he gasped as he slipped the stiletto heels off and moved to a chair to
gather up his street clothes and tennis shoes. But Madge spoke again as
he was heading back to his room to change in private.
"Well, I guess that women's lingerie does feel silky and...slippery. Is
that what you like Timmy, hummm? She asked. "If you like silky things
maybe you'd like me to help you?
"Help me. Help me what?" Timmy turned, pausing at the doorway.
"Why, help you to dress of course, silly," she returned, a slight smile
forming on her lips. "You haven't had much practice, maybe I could help.
Would you like that Timmy?"
"I...I'll just get out of all this stuff now, I'm s...sorry aunt Madge.
I...I w...won't do it again," Timmy sputtered even more flustered now as
he continued to leave.
"If you won't let me dress you today, if you get the feeling that you
want to dress up again I want you to come and tell aunt Madge and I'll
help you Timmy, okay?" she said in a soothing tone as Timmy left the room
red faced.
Ten minutes later he was back in his T-shirt and jeans and tennis shoes
looking like a typical high school kid as he nervously put the jumbled
pile of Madge's lingerie on her dresser and set her heels on the floor as
she looked on from the vanity where she fussed with her hair and makeup.
He then left the room without saying a thing, still red faced and
flustered.
She chuckled to herself. She'd had her suspicions about Timmy for some
time. It was near the end of vacation now and Timmy had been visiting
all summer as usual to give his foster mom Ruth a break. She was working
on a college degree and didn't need the extra work of caring for a
teenaged boy. Madge had lived next door to Ruth for years, since Timmy
was much younger. She remembered those days before she moved out to her
new, larger, secluded home in the country, but her and Ruth were still
the best of friends and always kept in touch. She then heard the back
kitchen door close as Timmy left the house. She put the lingerie Timmy
returned in the hamper then went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee to
think things over.
She started to remember Timmy growing up and how he always seemed to give
her a good looking over when ever she'd visit Ruth. Madge, nearly buxom
and still attractive in her early 40's always dressed in a very classic,
high maintenance feminine fashion, she liked the vintage look and always
wore skirts and blouses or dresses and high heels. She wore classic
makeup and never had a hair out of place and she still clung to the
notion of silk scarves, white ladies gloves and in carrying a purse. She
was well used to getting admiring looks from men and figured that Timmy
was just getting an early start. But now she wasn't so sure.
Timmy always seemed to notice her feminine look, how the floral perfume
hung in the air, how her jewelry tinkled and how she carried herself.
But it went further than that. He'd notice how her ample bust would
jiggle in her satin blouses and really seemed to take note when she sat
and crossed her smooth, shiny nylon clad legs with a loud silken zip
before she smoothed her tight skirts or fluttered her dresses down. He'd
marvel at the glassy sheen of the sheer nylon hose and now and then he
even catch sight of the lace trim of the nylon full slips she always
wore.
It was then she realized that it was her clothes and not her he was
interested in. The confirmation of this only ten minutes old now. Of
course Timmy had been visiting during the summer months for several years
by now and she'd noticed her things in her closet a bit out of place and
lingerie in the dresser drawers moved slightly now and then or not folded
quite as she'd left them, but although the frequency of this had
increased over the past two years, still, she passed it off as something
she'd done. But everything was coming into focus now.
She now knew without a doubt that there was nothing wrong with her memory
of how she'd left her clothes and that it was Timmy who had an attraction
to her clothes and lingerie. She'd noticed how well he moved in her
heels when she caught him in her bedroom and realized it was him who'd
been in her things and knew the reality of his apology, and also knew
that since he'd started there was no chance he'd ever be able to quit his
attraction or compulsion for women's things!
She then took note of his appearance, how short and slight he was, how he
always seemed to be, smaller than boys of similar age and never as rough-
and-tumble either. She began to wonder if he hadn't slipped a chromosome
or something but knew, either way that this was something that wasn't
going to go away. What if she encouraged Timmy? What if she gave him
what he seemed to crave, the sensation of wearing ladies things. He'd
never seemed to go through that much of her lingerie or to disturb very
many of her things in the closet so she surmised that at this point he'd
only tried a few things. But, she wondered what would happen if he were
to really dress up, completely, from head to toe and from the skin out.
And what if she continued on by adding a hair set, makeup and a gloss red
manicure to that look? The very thought sent shivers of excitement
through her. After the embarrassing bedroom encounter she knew he'd be
out of the house until supper time. She decided to give Ruth a call and
have a long talk.
"He was in your things!?" Ruth roared on the other end of the phone, her
embarrassment and anger quite evident. "That little shit! I'll send him
back to the orphanage, let somebody else deal with that problem," she
assured. But Madge quickly calmed her by offering her another idea.
Madge was a classic woman who dressed like a vintage 50's housewife.
Ruth was a present day woman. No makeup, no hairstyle to speak of. She
didn't wear jewelry and pretty much stuck to the androgynous look with
blue jeans or sweat pants, sweat shirts, white crew socks and well worn
tennis shoes. And, plain white cotton panties. Of course she had a
small collection of dresses and a few skirts and blouses but as far as
lingerie went, nearly nothing and not much else. She only had two pair
of pantyhose for special outings otherwise she went bare legged. But she
knew exactly what Madge was telling her. She'd caught Timmy in her
things once or twice and had scolded him. He stayed out of her things
for the most part after that because Ruth didn't wear "ladies" things,
she didn't have much, but once he started visiting Madge, and came upon
her vast collection of feminine dresses, gowns, lingerie and foundation
garments and nylon stockings and all the other heady feminine trimmings
they were simply too much to resist. It now became clear to Madge.
That night at supper Madge noticed him glancing at her as she moved
around, smelling her perfume in the air, listening to her jewelry tinkle,
her nylon lingerie slipping, sliding against her satin blouse and her
tight nylon lined skirt and then as her nylons zipped as she sat down and
crossed her legs and smoothed her lined skirt. Timmy was quiet and was
still too embarrassed to look her in the eye. "You know, if you want
that slippery feel you need to wear vintage nylon garter stockings and
not heavy support pantyhose you had on," she said casually but Timmy
didn't answer.
"I also noticed you're getting a bit of wispy hair on your legs. If
you're going to try nylon stockings you really should shave your legs
dear, the hose will feel so much better then," she assured. But Timmy
was still unnerved, embarrassed from the bedroom encounter, at what she'd
caught him doing. There were only three weeks left to summer vacation
now, Timmy would be starting his junior year in high school soon. Madge
decided to up her game and to continue after supper.
She stood in Timmy's bedroom across the hall from her master bedroom
holding the vintage, layered nylon chiffon pink, knee length baby doll
nightie and matching lace trimmed nylon panties. "Why don't you wear
this pretty nightie to bed tonight," Madge said as she swished and
swirled the frothy chiffon creation then held it up to Timmy. "Of course
you need a nice hot bath first but why don't you wear this to bed," she
urged as Timmy gasped and stepped back.
"L...look aunt M...Madge. I...I said I was sorry," Timmy stammered. But
she continued by sidling back up to him and cooing. "I know it's a
little different" she giggled. "Nobody will know. And we both know you
do like the feel of wearing these things don't we? What's the harm? Do
it for aunt Madge. I think you'll really like it, it'll be fun," she
coaxed even though Timmy was still unsure. And before he could resist
she had him in a hot bath. He didn't notice as she took out a large
bottle of Nair and a washcloth from the bathroom cabinet!
An hour later they were back in Timmy's bedroom and he was nervous again.
His head spun because now Madge had added a pink satin six strap garter
belt and a pair of her vintage, neutral grey sheer opera hose and her
highest heeled black patent pumps to the outfit. She had him in the pink
garter belt and the pink panties and was just finishing smoothing the
long, filmy sheer stockings up his legs and hooking the welts to the
garters. "Look at how they shine!" Madge said excitedly as she fondled
his hairless, smooth legs working the wrinkles out of the sheer hose,
pulling them up high and tight then gartering them and adjusting each
garter strap until the stockings welts were pulled taut as Timmy looked
on amazed by how easily she seemed to work. She then swirled the gown
over his head and then put his arms through the long satin trimmed
sleeves of the matching layered pink nylon robe. She buttoned the front
button then finished by tying the satin bow sash into a large and
feminine bow before smoothing the nightgown down and having a look. She
then had him slip into her black patent leather pumps. Timmy gasped as
he stood by the bed, teetering and wobbling on the six-inch stiletto
heels!
"There. That wasn't so hard now was it? Feels good doesn't it." she
cooed and then chuckled with satisfaction to see Timmy's eyelashes
flutter at the sensation because here he was, dressed once again. But,
this time he'd had Madge's help, and encouragement! "But...but what if
somebody sees or finds out?" he gasped.
"Way out here in the country, who's going to find out? Don't be silly,"
she returned. "Go ahead, move around now, walk around the room, just
like you were in my bedroom this morning," she urged as Timmy began
lurching about nervously, which didn't impress her. "You need to relax,
walk on the heels like you were this morning, that's it," she said as he
began to find his stride. She felt the excitement and continued.
"Flutter the bottom of the gown, use your fingertips, keep your wrists
limp, that's it. Stand straight up, chest out. Shorter steps now, legs
closer together, one foot in front of the other, straight line," she
instructed. And then, the sound! "Mmmmm. See how silky everything
feels now that we got rid of what little body hair you had?" she cooed at
the sight and in knowing that Timmy was now totally pink skinned, smooth
and hairless below the eyebrows!
The sheer lace trimmed pink nylon chiffon layers of the gown and robe
gleamed in the light and swished and fluttered in the air as Timmy walked
along but now, with him mincing with his legs closer together they both
began to hear that familiar sound. Madge giggled knowingly as Timmy
gasped open mouthed at the sensation. Now that his legs were totally
smooth and hairless, the ladies vintage opera length nylon hose took full
effect! The whispering sound, the "Shick-shick-shick" filled the room as
Madge giggled in approval as he minced and wiggled back and forth in the
room. The sensory overload had begun as Timmy swooned and gasped at the
sensation. "Legs closer together now, put each new step where the other
foot had been, like walking a tightrope. That's it! Feel the thighs and
calves brushing as you walk. Yes. Mmmmm, feels so good doesn't it
sweetie?" she giggled with satisfaction as the sound grew louder and more
consistent, "SHICK-SHICK-SHICK!" "Now sit on the bed and cross your
legs," she instructed.
Timmy made his way back to the bed. He gathered the pink gown then sat
down and crossed his legs. The glassy sheer hose gleamed in the light on
his smooth ladylike legs as that unmistakable "whispering zip" echoed
through the room as he crossed his legs. He choked a dry nervous
swallow, his eyelids fluttered and his mind reeled at the smooth,
frictionless sensation and all the while Madge cooed and giggled with
delight. She then had him cross and re-cross his legs several times and
smooth the gown out fussing with it like a real lady would but then quit
when she realized poor Timmy was at his limit! She told him to enjoy the
clothes as she said goodnight and left the bedroom switching off the
light and closing the door behind her as she left.
She was mincing back to her kitchen for a nightcap as Timmy undid the
pink bow sash of the robe and unbuttoned it then laid it over the foot of
the bed. He slipped out of the high stiletto heels then collapsed into
bed, the layered pink nylon chiffon gown zipping and rustling, swirling
up like a puffy pink, satin edged nylon chiffon cloud. He smoothed the
gown down then pulled up the covers, then, as he laid on his side he once
again felt the slippery frictionless sensation of the gartered nylon
stockings he still had on. He drifted into an uncertain sleep.
The next morning Timmy figured that the fun-and-games were finally over.
It was back to T-shirts, blue jeans, sweat socks and tennis shoes. But
Madge was in the room this morning, and he noticed she had a few more
items in her hands. "I...I was going to have breakfast then head to the
mall and hang out with the guys," Timmy said a bit unnerved as Madge held
up a bottle of bright red nail polish!
Sure there was an argument, but a short one. And with Madge being a
"high maintenance" vintage lady, she quickly went to work with her
expert, practiced hand until Timmy had had his first real pedicure, in
high gloss red, three coats with a clear top coat, and without a hair in
sight!
"Geez aunt Madge! What's the deal? I wore what you wanted last night, I
can't hang out with the guys with my toes all red like this!" he gasped
nervously, then the red face started in when she produced a pair of lace
trimmed white nylon ladies briefs and a pair of nude support ladies
pantyhose!
With his pedicure fully dried it was Madge's turn. Since Timmy liked
ladies things what's the harm in wearing just a little? She reasoned.
She soon had him in the ladies panties and the smooth, shiny beige
support pantyhose but before she pulled everything up she had him bend
over. It was embarrassing but by now she'd seen everything so he
complied. She quickly pulled his little manhood back tightly between his
legs then worked his hairless scrotum, fumbling, working until she had
the little testes pushed up deep inside. She pulled his manhood back
tighter still then quickly pulled the shiny white nylon panties up and
then pulled the pantyhose up until they were high and tight on his waist.
She then had him step into a small white paneled ladies girdle briefer
and swished it up his legs and smoothed it up high and tight on his waist
then gave it an extra pull until Timmy's little bulge was completely
gone. The tight girdle briefer giving him a woman's smooth "muff" look
now. Timmy gasped at seeing the center seam of the girdled crotch,
pulled tight it gave him the appearance of having woman's vaginal lips!
"I...I c...can't hang out with the guys like this, wearing all this
stuff!" he complained nervously.
"Go on, get dressed then go hang out with your friends," she insisted as
she handed him his heavy blue jeans. "Nobody's going to find out. And
unless you tell them who's going to know?"
He quickly dressed and tucked his T-shirt in then zipped the pants up but
had to buckle his belt two notches tighter to take up the slack from the
tight girdle briefer. But when he saw the tight smooth crotch of his
jeans he hesitated and gasped again. "My front! I l...look just like a
girl in front now!"
"What's wrong with that," she giggled then added, "Go have fun, and don't
worry, nobody's gonna notice," she assured. After breakfast Timmy hopped
his bike and pedaled into town. After she cleaned up the kitchen she
poured a cup of coffee and picked up the phone and dialed her lady
doctor. "Yes, Madge DuBois for doctor Lovelli please?"
Timmy returned home mid afternoon, this outing with his friends had
lasted only half as long as usual. Madge didn't push the issue when he
declined to slip out of his jeans and into a dress and heels but, she
knew she had poor little Timmy's number and there was no rush because her
plan was working perfectly. She continued having Timmy dress in nice
ladylike under things and even got him back into the heels at home "just
for practice" and she managed to continue the sleeping arrangements with
the nightgowns. Of course she kept in touch with Ruth, and, the new
school year was just around the corner.
The under-dressing had the desired effect. Timmy didn't have to say a
word because Madge already knew the score. Of course Timmy's little
secret would remain secret but she well realized the psychological value
of what she was doing. Worried that the few friends he had to hang out
with would somehow discover he was now smooth and hairless, and that his
toenails had been pedicured into a high gloss lacquered red and that he
was now in panties, pantyhose and a ladies girdle briefer every day
caused Timmy to spend more and more time at home. By the time Madge
dropped Timmy off at the bus station and said her goodbyes Timmy had
stopped hanging around with his buddies and over time they had faded away
and had gone on to other things, other friends. Timmy hopped the bus
free of the gloss red polished pedicure and the ladies under things and
his sparse leg hair was only now just starting to return. Madge and Ruth
knew that the standard arrangement of summer visits would continue.
Although it would be his last summer vacation next year before his senior
year in high school Timmy would be back to spend the following summer
with dear "aunt" Madge, as usual.
Back at home a couple days later Madge sat at the kitchen table carefully
wrapping the two bottles of "vitamins" she'd gotten for Timmy that she'd
had him on daily for the previous two weeks. She added a short note then
taped the box shut and addressed it to Timmy's foster mom Ruth. As she
set the box aside for mailing she heard the front doorbell rang. Madge
opened it to see the interior decorator lady she'd called standing there
with a smile and her briefcase. Madge welcomed her inside.
In the large guest room that Timmy had used the decorator lady moved
about noting the dated furniture and a few specks of errant dust here and
there as she jotted things down. She also noted the adjoining full bath
that Madge mentioned she wanted redone in pink. "Let's see then" the
lady began. "A cream white pile carpeting will go nicely, pastel pink
for the walls and matching drapes with satin trim and white nylon window
sheers. Then match all that to the new bath. Since you're adding white
French provincial furniture we'll get the window trim and the baseboards
and closet doors and the room door painted a matching white as well."
"I want a nice lighted vanity too, and do you have any framed pictures
for the walls, things that a young lady would like, like flowers and
such? I'd like the room very feminine," Madge added. "The room is for
my 'niece' who stays with me in the summertime."
The lady smiled. "A regular little lady hummm?"
"Well not yet. 'She' is a work in progress, a bit of a tom-boy. You know
how 'girls' are these days. I am tired of that and I'll have none of it
anymore," Madge assured.
"My my," The lady smiled again as she realized the lengths Madge wanted
to go with the room as she imagined her commission and made her notes
"Well, you rest assured Ms. DuBois, when I get done this room will look
very nice, and very feminine, just like a lady's boudoir," After coffee
in the kitchen and a bit more chat and a substantial check presented by
Madge the decorator lady left with a spring in her step.
Madge looked through her dresser drawers and searched her closet for
things she didn't wear all that often anymore. Mostly the older dresses
at the back of the closet. She set a few things aside. Then she smiled
when she had another idea. She quickly moved to the attic and weaving
her way past the varied boxes and coat stands and a dress mannequin she
ended up near a large old style upright wooden closet. Upon opening it
Madge was excited and elated to see that most all of the vintage dresses
worn by her mother and even a few from her grandmother were still there,
clean and pressed and in clear plastic garment bags, there were even
several long vintage nightgowns and lounging outfits complete with
swirling robes. The portable closet brimmed with outfits, only these
were the real thing! The fussy dresses, skirts and blouses and gowns
from the 1950's that when worn would make the wearer look, and feel just
like 'she' stepped out of a catalog looking like a prim and proper
vintage housewife, shades of June Cleaver! And on the top shelf of the
closet, boxes and boxes of hats, scarves and ladies gloves and a half
dozen vintage ladies purses.
The large steamer trunk sitting nearby was filled to the brim as well.
The trunk was a wooden cedar trunk designed to keep clothing fresh and as
good as new once packed away. After dusting the trunk off with a cloth
each heavy clasp gave a thud. The lid creaked as she swung the heavy
trunk open. Lifting a box containing costume jewelry out of the way she
gasped to see the trunk was filled with all manner of frilly frou-frou
and sturdy ladies foundation garments, old fashioned corsets, fan laced
corsets, regular and long lined brassieres, open bottomed girdles and
panty girdles, all heavy and sturdy made with heavy panels of fabric with
heavy, gleaming white satin panels for trim and the fullest, firmest of
control with plenty of sturdy garters that went with the more than dozen
pair of the sturdy beige seamed stockings sitting nearby still in their
packages. Everything new or nearly new, a wardrobe designed to last any
two ladies years. There were panties, petticoats and half slips,
camisoles, and full slips of every description. No cotton lingerie
whatsoever from this period in time. Most things were in white but the
color palate was also there in the piles of neatly folded lingerie.
Satins, nylons, taffeta and rayon fabrics abounded in all their swishy,
rustly, shiny gleaming glory. And even with Madge dressing in the
classic near vintage style that she always did, seeing these things she
remembered as a young girl made her amazed at the total variety in ultra
feminine dressing that lay before her, the rigid femininity of that time
period. Her head spun as she looked things over then imagined fitting
little Timmy into such things, lacing him into the real corsets. Sadly,
there were no shoes that remained, no makeup either, but she knew that
wouldn't present a problem.
There was a bit of a shuffle in the guest room over the next few days,
extra coffee for workmen, painters, but Madge took it in stride and
didn't have to lift a finger because the decorator lady was usually there
overseeing the rooms progress. A week or so later the special ordered
furniture finally arrived and was installed. It took several trips from
Madge's bedroom and especially trips up and down from the attic to get
all the clothing down and in the walk in closet in the new and feminine
boudoir that used to be the guest room but Madge could take her time.
Next summer was a long way off, it was only late September now.
As the days and weeks passed the ladies vanity was soon festooned with
all manner of women's cosmetics, the bath was also arranged for a proper
lady and the closet and dressers were nearly filled to capacity. Madge
did some online shopping and didn't stop until there were over two dozen
pair of proper women's high heeled shoes in several vanities arranged
neatly on the closet floor. Three pair had heel heights of six-inches,
the rest were five-inch heels, for daily wear. Finally, Madge covered
the room bed and furniture in large white sheets to fend off the winter's
dust. After a final inspection she left a few floral scented potpourri
sachets laying about then closed and locked the large white bedroom door
behind her. Now satisfied, she had completed the second phase of her
'project.' As the days and weeks passed Madge had a few lunch meetings
with her doctor friend Dr. Judith Lovelli and of course to keep in touch
there were the ongoing calls to her friend Ruth. She'd always inquire
about dear little Timmy and how things were going and the rest was
typical ladies conversation. And then the fall and winter months rolled
by.
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