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Get Used to It!
by Diana Prescott
Chapter 1
The cold breeze every time the bus doors opened chilled me to the bone as
I sat there on my way home from work. My short skirt and simple pea coat
were no match for the biting north winds tonight. Why am I riding the
bus? Simple. I don't have a car, I don't even have a driver's license.
Uncle Mark and Aunt Sharon said a girl doesn't need anything like that to
complicate her life. Even if I had a driver's license there is no way I
could afford a car, insurance, gas, and maintenance on what I make
working as a secretary.
Finally it was my stop and I got off the bus. The wind felt like it was
going straight through me to my bones. I should have walked faster but
the sidewalks were still icy and snow covered and in my 4" heels I could
barely walk without slipping and falling let alone run. It seemed forever
but finally I got home and smelled dinner cooking.
"That you Diana?" the voice from the kitchen called out.
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I called back.
"I was wondering where you were," she said as I came into the kitchen.
"You're usually home before this."
"Sorry," I said as I started to set the dinner table. "The bus was
running late because of the weather and the sidewalks are all icy."
"Its OK, your Uncle Mark is working over time so it will be just you and
me," she smiled. "I'll finish setting the table and you go and get into
some warm clothes. You look chilled to the bone."
"I am, thank you Aunt Sharon," I smiled.
I went into my room and kicked off my heels. God did that feel good. I
took off my short skirt and hung it in the closet before shedding the
black half slip that had been under it and put it in my delicates hamper.
I thought about taking off my pantyhose but they would keep me warmer so
I just pulled on a pair of jeans. I then pulled on a warm sweater over my
sheer pink blouse and slipped into some comfy flats.
Dinner was good as it always was. Unlike when Uncle Mark or any of my
cousins were there dinner was nice and Aunt Sharon talked about how our
days had been. At least tomorrow was Saturday and I had a lot to do
around here I didn't have to set the alarm. I stayed up and helped Aunt
Sharon with the dishes but by 9:30 I was getting sleepy as I had to get
up at 5AM normally to get to work on time so I excused myself and headed
off to bed. As I started to doze off I thought about how I had gotten
here.
I think I was about 5 the first time I saw my sister's panties and
training bra in the hamper. I am not sure what prompted to try them on
but I did. That was the first time but definitely the last time and every
chance I had I would search the hamper for Katy or Mom's undies. as time
went on I would dress more and more and more complete. I was never caught
and by the time I was 15 I thought I had the world by the tail. That is
until that fateful day.
My parents had gone to visit my aunt and uncle and 2 cousins, I hated
going there as even at 15 I was barely 5'1" and a scrawny 100 lbs unlike
my cousins who were all big strapping boys. Ryan who was a few months
older had a good 10" and probably 50 lbs on me. Even my cousin Jerry who
was 2 years younger than me was taller then me by 6". He even was was
starting to grow fuzz on his lip while I barely was starting to sprout
pubic hair. They all made me uncomfortable about my size. I remember
answering the door that day and seeing the policeman standing there and
telling me my parents and sister had been in an accident. I remember the
tears as he said he was sorry but there were no survivors and that was
about it.
The next couple of months were a blur, The funeral, the court
proceedings, the naming of Uncle Mark and Aunt Sharon as my guardians,
moving with them, it all runs together. I was devastated as one can
imagine and did pretty much nothing but go to school and lay in bed. It
was a while but I found a pair of my aunt's panties and bra in the hamper
and old feelings returned.
I took every chance I could to explore my aunt's clothes which were rare
now living in a house of five. I would sneak her clothes out of her room
and into the bathroom. I was just 15 and thought I was so sly. Then one
day I was in her bra, panties, and pantyhose in the bathroom and the door
swung open. There stood my aunt and uncle.
"Look at him Sharon," Uncle Mark I said. "I told you he was a sissy."
"You little pervert," she screamed. "And those are my good pantyhose!"
I was marched and made to stand there in front of the laughs and insults
of my 2 cousins. Then I was ordered up to my room and told then to take
those off by Aunt Sharon. I was just stepping out of the panties when she
returned with one of her nightgowns.
"Put this on and follow me you little sissy," she sneered. "If you want
to be a girl, then you are going to learn what a girl goes through."
Scared of what would happen if I didn't listen I quickly pulled on the
pink nylon nightgown with white lace. It hung from my shoulders as
although Aunt Sharon was only a couple of inches taller than me she
definitely had a few pounds on me. She grabbed a handful of my shoulder
length hair and took me into the bathroom, the same bathroom I had just
been caught in. She wet my hair and combed it straight.
I figured she was going to give me a short hair cut but it was more just
a few snips here and a few there. I felt the scissors as she trimmed the
hair just above my eyes. I stood there perfectly still as she sprayed
some scented something on my hair. She then grabbed a box of hair curlers
from the linen closet and starting to put them in my hair. It took a bit
but she finally she was done. My head felt as it were on fire
"You are going to be cute as a button," Aunt Sharon smiled as she pinned
the last roller. :You think it is so much fun its to be a girl you little
sissy. You need to learn how much work it is"
"These rollers hurt," I whined.
"Get used to it sissy," she laughed.
She the ordered me into the family room where I had to sit the wearing
nightgown and rollers while my uncle and cousins taunting me and calling
me sissy. I was thankful when it was bed time because I had my own
bedroom. The rollers felt as they were going to put holes in my head.
What have I gotten myself into I thought as I laid there trying to fall
asleep.
I slept like crap that night. I went to go out of my room only to find
the door locked. Thankfully Aunt Sharon let me out in time for me to get
to the bathroom. She stood there and made me hike up the nightgown and
sit to relieve myself. Then it was back to my room where she had me take
the nightgown and armed with a tape measure she took measurements of me
it seemed everywhere and wrote them down. Then I had to put the nightgown
back on and follow her to the kitchen.
I had to help her make breakfast and serve my cousins and uncle before
she she got and I got to sit down and eat. She told me to do the dishes
and when I finished I was to read her magazines. I asked about taking the
rollers out as they were starting to give me a headache and she laughed.
"Get used to it sissy," she laughed.
I saw her leave with Uncle Mark as I was finishing up the dishes. I went
into the family room and sat there reading her women's magazines. It was
hard to understand how these things would make anyone want to read them
as the articles ranged from to recipes to the best cleaning products for
cleaning to what types of bras should you have in your drawer. It was
tough enough to concentrate but my cousins kept taunting me calling me
sissy. They would ask me if I had my pretty panties on under my nightie
and I should get a padded bra as I had no tits, Finally Uncle Mark and
Aunt Sharon came home.
It took Uncle Mark 3 trips to carry all the bags in. I watched him as he
carried them up the stairs. Some were from stores like KMart, Sears and
JC Penney I knew but some were from stores I had never heard of like
Limited, Lerners New York, and DSW. When he finished Aunt Sharon ordered
me to my room. I saw the bags piled on my twin bed and on the floor.
"Time to quite wearing my clothes and wear your own," she snarled. Now
take my nightgown off!"
I pulled the nightgown over my head and stood there with my hands trying
to cover my crotch. Aunt Sharon swatted my hands and pulled them away.
"Its not like I haven't seen the same thing before but I am not sure I
have ever seen one that small on anyone over the age of 5," she laughed.
"Besides you want to be a girl and I have heard you young girls are shy
about their bodies but we are all girls here so no need to be shy, Here
put these on," she added as she pulled a pair of pale pink panties from a
package.
I slid the panties on and I admit they felt good, Aunt Sharon reached
into my crotch and pushed my small dick between my legs and made sure my
tiny balls were pushed up into their bony sockets. Next came the white
padded bra. I had to hook it behind my back and stand there as Aunt
Sharon adjusted the straps before stepping back.
"Not much but I am sure we can change that," she sneered. "I am sure you
want big full breasts like I have."
"But I am a boy," I whined.
"No you were a boy, now you're a girl!" she snapped. "Get used to it
sissy!"
I sat down on the bed and pulled on the No Nonsense pantyhose she handed
me. They were obviously control tops. I could feel the squeeze of she
spandex top as I worked them up over my hips and butt. At least they were
my size as they didn't bag like hers had on me. Next came a white lacy
short sleeved blouse, then a pink full skirt. I had to slide the white
half slip with its wide lace hem up under my skirt before stepping into
the pink flats.
"You look pretty good sissy," she laughed. "I am sure once we get your
make up and hair done you are going to get a rise out of your cousins.
Now put the rest of your new clothes away."
"Where?"
"In you dresser and closet of course," she replied. I was shocked to find
my closet and dresser were empty. What clothes I had there were long gone
and all there was emptyness. I was going to ask but figured I had better
not so I hung up my new clothes. Aunt Sharon showed me how to hang my
skirts so they didn't wrinkle. I was shocked I had so many clothes, there
were 4 skirts and 6 tops, It was obvious this was going to go on for a
bit I thought. Aunt Sharon told me to use different drawers for my bras,
panties, slips, nightgowns, and hose in separate drawers.
"That is not how a young lady bends over, your skirt rides up and your
panties show!" she barked as I put my nightgowns in the bottom drawer.
"You nee to bend with your knees, like this."
Aunt Sharon got up off the bed and showed me before making me do it over
and over. I must have it done it 50 times before she was pleased and was
allowed to go back to putting my new underpinnings away. I ddi notice
that my nightgowns were all lacy and frilly as were my slips but my
panties and bra were far from it. Sure they were definitely feminine, far
more so than the white briefs and t-shirts they replaced, but not nearly
as much as I remembered my mother's had been.
Finally I was done, what was next for me?
She led me to her bathroom and on the counter I saw a bag from ULTA. Now
what? She had me turn my back to the mirror as she took out a bottle of
soft pink nail polish. First she took of my nails, removing the cuticle
and then shaping them into a slight oval shape. As she was polishing my
nails she told me I would have to learn to do all this myself and I would
be expected to make sure my nails. She also told me that tonight she
would show me how to do my toenails. Oh great I thought to myself.
Next she started pulling other things from the bag and applying make-up
to my face. She did mention my eyebrows needed shaping but that we would
take of that later on. I stood there perfectly still as she painted me up
telling me I would have to learn how to do this myself like all teen aged
girls do. As she applied the powder she told me I was so fortunate to
have such clear skin at my age and that less is better. I felt like a
fool but I do have to admit the taste of the soft pink lipstick that
matched my nail polish was nice.
Thankfully she finally took the rollers from my hair. Oh how good that
felt as she slowly unrolled each one. Using her hair brush and some
flowery scented hair spray she styled my new hair. Again she told me I
would have to learn to do all of this myself. I think she was in seventh
heaven treating me like her own Barbie doll as she hadn't had a daughter
of her own to teach. The last thing was a pink barette that matched my
skirt was clipped in my hair and she stepped back to admire her
handiwork.
"Oh my you are cute," she smiled as she looked me over. "There is still
work to be done but there is potential. Now turn around and see the new
you sissy."
I turned to the mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. The image that
stared back at me was not me, not even close! What was looking back was a
cute teen aged girl. I was so ashamed.
Like what you see? Yes you are going to make the boys drool aren't you?"
she smiled. "Time for your unveiling sissy, but I think you have
forgotten something first."
"What have I forgotten?"
"You forgot to thank me for your new clothes and look," she smiled.
"Thank you Aunt Sharon," I said meekly.
"You don't sound genuine sissy and you forgot to curtesy," she snarled.
"What's a curtesy?"
Aunt Sharon stepped back and showed me a curtesy explaining how I was to
hold the hem of my skirt while I did. My first attempt was quite clumsy
but it was again and again and again until she was satisfied
"Thank you for me new clothes and make-up Aunt Sharon," I curtsied.
"Much better sissy," she smiled.. Now lets go."
It was getting close to dinner so I had to help Aunt Sharon in the
kitchen. I learned how to peel potatoes, set the table, get things set.
It felt strange as the lace of my slip brushed against my thighs and my
bare legs only shielded by my pantyhose feltS every breeze through the
open kitchen window. What was fun when I was sneaking around suddenly not
so much fun anymore. This being a girl is work.! Finally everything was
ready and time to eat so I plopped down in my chair next to Aunt Sharon.
"That is not how a lady sits sissy," she barked. She stood up and sat
back down showing me how I needed to smooth my skirt under me. "Now get
up and do it again like I just showed 100 times!"
To the snickers of my cousins and under the watchful eye of Aunt Sharon I
repeated her actions 100 times, so many times it became natural. You
wouldn't think the simple of act of sitting down would not be tiring but
try doing it 100 times in a row! I was exhausted by the time I was
finally allowed to stay seated and eat.
After dinner I had to do the dishes, wearing yellow rubber gloves so not
to ruin my nails. Then I was allowed to go into the family room. However
unlike everyone who watched television I had to sit with the back to it
reading the magazines Aunt Sharon had bought for me. They were all aimed
at young girls like me and full of articles on make-up fashion, dating,
boys, and even surviving your period. In the beginning Aunt Sharon had to
keep reminding me to keep my legs together and even threatened to tie
them together if I didn't remember. I finally got it right and sat there
just reading my magazines. Oh my God I am starting to call these teen
girl magazines mine!
Finally it was time for bed and Aunt Sharon took me to the bathroom and
showed me how to take my make up off and moisturize my face. She then
showed me how to put the new curlers she had bought, my curlers she
called them, in my hair. I felt so silly as the image stared back at me
while I put the setting gel in my hy hair and put it up in my curlers.
The sound calling them my curlers nagged at me down to my soul but I was
still fearful of what would happen to me if I resisted.
I had to wear my new pink nylon waltz length nightgown with the lace
overlay to bed.. Aunt Sharon made a point of telling me what everything
was called and the materials they were made of telling me that these
things every girl knew by my age. Finally she tucked me in and gave my a
kiss on the forehead.
"You were always such a disappointment to your father being so small and
scrawny and such a klutz at sports," she smiled down at me. "Hopefully I
can at least turn you into a girl your mother would have been proud to
have as a daughter."
With that she turned and left, turning the light off as she went out the
door. I heard the key in the door and I was locked in for the night. Her
words rang in my mind of turning me into a girl my mother would be proud
of. My God she is planning on making me a girl all the time!
Chapter 2
"Time to get up sleepyhead," Aunt Sharon barked as she shook me from my
sleep.
"Huh? What time is it?" I said as I sat up wiping the sleep form my eyes.
"6:00," she replied.
"Why so early?" I whined.
"It takes longer for us girls to get ready and after that we have to make
breakfast," she laughed. "Get used to it sissy."
I climbed out of bed and after shucking my nightgown I got dressed under
Aunt Sharon's watchful eye. I must have done ok because she smiled as she
watched me. She even commented on how it only took me 2 tries to get my
bra hooked behind me. Today she had picked out the red short sleeved
blouse with the bow at my neck and the white skirt and my red flats.
Unlike the full skirt of yesterday this skirt was more form fitting and
restricted my stride. It even required a different slip under it. This
was one was still white but straight rather than flared like yesterday's
was but it was still lacy, maybe even more so.
It was back into the bathroom where this time I had to face the mirror as
she showed me how to do my make up and my hair telling me to watch
carefully because she wasn't going to do this for me, I had to do it
myself. Then it was down to the kitchen where she taught me how to make
pancakes and sausage for everyone's breakfast. This time I had to keep
cooking while everyone, else ate, only getting to sit down to eat myself
when everyone had enough. After I had to do the dishes and clean up the
kitchen again under the watchful eye of Aunt Sharon and she had no qualms
about pointing out my mistakes. She then left for church, Uncle Mark and
my cousins never went I had learned, so I was to read my magazines until
she returned. I was shocked about some of the things I read like how to
prevent him from going all the way with you until you were ready and just
because you were having your period it is no reason your boyfriend should
suffer. I was certainly glad when Aunt Sharon returned and told me to put
them aside until later.
Uncle Mark and my cousins had tickets to the ball game so they were gone
all afternoon. My afternoon was spent practicing things like walking,
sitting properly and keeping my knees together and even making sure the
hem of my skirt was pulled down. This skirt was even shorter then the one
yesterday, ending barely at mid thigh. While it exposed a lot of my leg
while I was standing it rode up even more when I sat down. Aunt Sharon
even showed me haw a girl crosses her legs and had me practice that. It
was uncomfortable as it squeezed my little penis tucked between my thighs
but I eventually got used to it. Between all of this and helping to make
dinner I was exhausted by the time the dishes were done and I was allowed
to go back to reading my magazines. Aunt Sharon had even gotten me a few
new ones while she was out including Cosmopolitan and Playgirl telling me
although these were for older girls I needed to learn the things they
talked about.
I was so tired by the time to go to bed I didn't even mind the curlers in
my hair as I laid my head on the pillow. Aunt Sharon tucked me in and
after kissing my forehead she told me I had done good today. I still had
a long way to go but I was going to turn into a fine young lady someday.
I felt a shiver go up my spine but there was something comforting to her
words. I heard the key in the lock as I closed my eyes and drifter off to
sleep.
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