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Get Used to It!
by Diana Prescott
Chapter 4
As I was getting used to being woke up early over this past week I was
awake and sitting on my bed when Aunt Sharon unlocked my door that
Saturday morning. I was so used to sitting now to urinate that it was
totally naturally to hike my nightgown, take care of my business, and
wipe. As I did my make up I wondered how my hair was going to look today.
Kathy had make it look so cute yesterday was I going to be able to
duplicate it by myself.
I was shocked when I got back to my room and there were no clothes laid
out on my bed. So far Aunt Sharon had selected my outfit for the day. Was
I earning her trust or was she trying to see if I could do it myself? I
then thought the new jeans hanging in my closet, maybe she was giving me
a choice to wear them? I wasn't sure but I grabbed the jeans and my pink
t shirt. I remembered the Spanx so after my panties and bra were on I
pulled them on. They were no more uncomfortable than my control top
pantyhose and after a week I was used to those. The legs stopped about
the same place the panty on my pantyhose did so they were just pantyhose
without the hose.
I stepped into the jeans and slid them up. After I got them buttoned and
zipped I looked in the full length mirror that was now in my room. They
fit me pretty good. I was far from a bubble butt still I filled the jeans
and with the Spanx there was nothing out of place. I pulled on the t
shirt and found the cute blue wedges in my closet. After buckling the
ankle straps I stood up and looked down. Oh my they are so cute and I
love how my pink toenails look. Oh My God! I am really starting to think
like a prissy girl! It has only been a week, what am I going to be like
in another month when school starts?
It did feel a little strange as I went down the stairs. For the past week
the only thing that had covered my legs had been the pantyhose, the rough
denim was a lot different. I found my way to the kitchen and Aunt Sharon
was already starting to get things out for breakfast. She smiled as she
saw me come though the doorway.
"I thought you might choose those this morning." She smiled. "Turn around
so I can get a good look."
I did as she asked and when I was facing her I smiled. "Well?"
"Very cute Diana. The pink tee is cute with them and the wedges are
adorable." she said as she reached around and felt my butt, "And I see
you are wearing your Spanx."
"Yes Aunt Sharon. You bought them to wear under these jeans," I replied.
"Yes I did." She smiled.
This morning I learned how to make pancakes and bacon for breakfast. It
seemed like everyday Aunt Sharon made sure to introduce something new
into my life and that as well as the jeans were my lessons for today. I
do have to admit wearing jeans was a lot different than a skirt Aunt
Sharon did remind me that just because I was wearing jeans I was still to
be a lady so I still bent down at the knees and kept my knees together
when I was sitting. The wedges with their platform sole were probably as
high as the heels I had on last night but they were a lot easier to walk
in.
Uncle Mark went to play golf and my cousins out with their friends but it
was a typical day for Aunt Sharon and I with straightening up, laundry,
and cooking. I do admit by the time that evening when I sat down to read
my magazines while everyone watched TV my legs were sore but not nearly
as much as last night. It felt good to get into bed to relax my legs that
night. As I laid there I was so confused, part of me was still wondering
how I had let myself get into this but part of me thought how cute I
looked in my jeans. I had even caught both of my cousins peeking at my
butt. If I had become such a prissy girl in just a week what type of
sissy was I going to be in another month when school starts?
Sunday morning I was surprised to see Aunt Sharon still in my bedroom
when I walked back in after doing my make up. In her hand was one of my
new dresses from the other day. Not only had she picked that out for me
but on the bed was my plain white panties and the most padded of my
padded bras which was also white. I much preferred my colorful panties
but I said not a word as I slid them in under my nightgown and got
everything situated. I put the bra on and Aunt Sharon complimented me how
well I did that now and the ease I hooked it behind my back. She did
laugh though telling me it got tougher when it wasn't padding filling the
cups. I wonder what she means by that?
After I got my pantyhose on she showed me how to step into my dress and
how to get the back zipper up. She laughed that maybe someday I will have
a husband to zip me up as she did. I did complain it was hard to contort
to reach the zipper from the bottom and all the way and she laughed.
"Get used to it sissy!"
I slid my slip on and did up she belt on the dress before stepping into
my new black pumps. After taking the curlers out of my hair and brushing
it out I went to get my purse. I caught a peek of me in the mirror in my
room and stopped and looked again. The top of this dress was snug and my
bra gave me the appearance of a decent bust. The patent leather belt
defined my waist and the flare of the dress made me look like I had hips.
I was really starting to look like a 15 year old girl. I grabbed my purse
and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Both of my cousins as well as Uncle Mark complimented me how nice I
looked and I have no idea why but I likes hearing that. As Aunt Sharon
had taught me I curtsied to each of them. There was a part of me that
felt stupid and embarrassed to be standing there in front of my uncle and
cousins in a dress and heels with my face made up and my hair in curls
but there was something that told me this was so right. I am so confused.
After I finished up the dishes Aunt Sharon, her purse in hand. I figured
she was just going to tell me she was going to church.
"Grab your purse Diana." She smiled. "Time for church."
"Church! Are you crazy! I can't go to church dressed like this!" I
snapped.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that young lady," she barked back as she
grabbed my hand.
It was a matter of seconds and I was across her knees, my dress and slip
over my back and my pantied backside exposed. I screamed ouch at the
first smack which only drew Uncle Mark and my cousins into the kitchen.
There were 9 more open handed smacks on my butt. By the time she finished
I was crying like a baby. She let me stand up and I pulled my dress and
slip back into place. I was crying and red as a beet as my cousins
snickered abut the spanking I had just received.
"Out of here Ryan, Jerry unless you want to be next across my knee! Aunt
Sharon barked. The boys and Uncle Mark retreated back to the family room
before she turned back to me. "You have ruined your make up, now get
upstairs and fix it and get back down here and make it quick young lady!"
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I replied as the tears still flowed.
I fixed my make up and soon we were on our way to church. Aunt Sharon was
still mad at me and I got a lecture all the way there. She went on how we
were going to be late and how I should never talk back to her. Finally
she asked if I had anything to say for myself.
"I'm sorry Aunt Sharon," I said. "I will never talk back to you again."
"That's good but there is a price to pay for your insolence," she replied
"But wasn't getting spanked in front of everyone and having Ryan and
Jerry see my panties enough punishment?"
"No, I want you to remember this lesson Diana." She grinned evilly.
"That isn't fair," I protested.
"Get used to it sissy," she laughed.
Aunt Sharon was right about getting there late for church. By the time we
got there the only seats open were to the front. Aunt Sharon selected the
first pew right in front on the lectern so we would be right in sight
line of the priest as he gave his sermon. I had been raised Catholic and
went every week back with my parents so the mass was completely familiar
and almost reassuring. When it came time for communion I was about to
start to stand but Aunt Sharon motioned for me to stay before she went
herself. Sure I hadn't been to church since I had been living here with
her and the rest of them but that wasn't my fault and I was sure God
would have understood. Was she that devout she believed I needed to go to
confession before receiving communion again?
Finally mass was over and as we were in the front pew we were the last
ones out. It seems to take forever but finally were on the way out the
door. As always the priest was standing greeting the parishioners as the
exited. Aunt Sharon stopped in front of him. Please make this short I
thought as my calves and feet screamed in pain from standing all this
time in my heels.
"Very lovely sermon Fr. Daniels." She smiled.
"Thank you Sharon." He smiled back. "I take it this is your niece you
have been telling me about."
"Yes this is my niece Diana," Aunt Sharon replied as she grabbed my hand
and pulled me forward. "My brother and his wife were quite lax in how
they raised her but I am trying to change that and rid her of her bad
habits, isn't that right Diana?"
"Yes Aunt Sharon," I said meekly.
"You can do better than that Diana and where are your manners? she
snapped as she let go of my hand and nudged me in the back. "Have you
forgotten everything I have taught you?"
"Yes they were a little lax by letting me become a tomboy and not taking
me to church," I said louder before turning to face the priest. "It nice
to meet you Fr. Daniels," I added as I curtsied.
""Nice to meet you as well Diana." He smiled at me. "I hope you are going
to become a regular at mass."
"She will be," Aunt Sharon smiled obviously pleased at my act.
"I noticed she didn't take communion Sharon," he said.
"Like I said my brother and sister in law were very lax in her religious
upbringing and she was not even baptized, but I have plans to correct all
of that and bring her back into the flock." She smiled.
"That is excellent," Fr. Daniels smiled as he laid his hand on my
shoulder. "There is a class beginning soon for converts and it will
including making sure everyone gets baptized. I will gt the details to
you Sharon."
"That would be lovely Father." She smiled. "We have taken up enough of
your time. Good bye."
"Good bye Sharon," he said before looking back at me. "Good bye Diana and
it was nice to meet you."
"Thank you, Fr. Daniels. It was nice meeting you as well," I said as I
again curtsied.
We walked away and soon were in Aunt Sharon's van on the way home. She
told me she was proud of how I had done.
"Why did you tell Fr. Daniels I wasn't baptized? You know I was, you are
my Godmother."
"Of course I know but remember how I told you before having to pay a
price?" she laughed. I nodded so she went on, "Well this is part of it!
Besides do you want Fr. Daniels calling your old parish for your
baptismal record? What do you think he will say if he found out you
aren't really my tomboy niece but instead my sissy nephew?"
I had never thought about that one. I sat quietly on the ride home
thinking about what Aunt Sharon had said. I also wondered what she meant
by this was just part of my punishment? What did she have in mind for me?
Certainly it couldn't be good for me.
When we got home I started on making the pot roast for dinner while Aunt
Sharon made a few phone calls. I tried hard to hear what she was saying
but she talked very low. Something told me it involved me and it was not
going to be good. She also made a point of taking Uncle Mark aside when
he got back from playing golf to talk to him. While she made sure they
were out of earshot they could see me and every once in a while one of
them would look over at me with an evil grin. What did I get myself into
with my outburst this morning?
The next week or so things went relatively well. It was getting close to
school starting and both of the boys had already gone for school clothes
for the new school year. It was a Sunday and Aunt Sharon and I were on
our way home from church. She even said something to the effect that
school was less than a week and a half away.
"Aunt Sharon, when do I get some new clothes for school?"
"What's the matter with all the clothes we have gotten you recently
Diana?" sha asked.
"I can't go to school in these clothes!"
"So you're one of those girls who thinks it is OK to go to school in
jeans or shorts?" she said as she looked over at me. "Think again young
lady! When you got to school it you will wear a skirt or a dress and
maybe in the winter I may let you wear slacks if it is real cold. Got
that young lady?"
"But I'm not a young lady I'm a boy Aunt Sharon," I started to cry.
"Oh really?" she laughed. "Look at yourself! You are wearing a dress,
your legs are covered by your pantyhose, on your feet are high heels,
your fingernails are a soft pink , you're wearing make up, your hair is
full of curls, and on your lap is your purse! Is that how a boy dresses?
I think not young lady!"
"But you made me wear these," I sobbed.
"You're even crying like a girl," she sneered. "You never once complained
or said no. Do you think Ryan or Jerry would ever put a dress on? Say
what you want but look inside Diana. You are no boy nor were. You are at
best a sissy my sweet niece and if you want that I can leave you like
that, I just thought you would find life easier as a girl."
"I never thought about it that way Aunt Sharon," I sniffled trying to
fight back the tears. "I am so confused right now about so many things."
"I know Diana but that is all part of going through puberty,: she smiled
and patted my arm. "Its not easy for anyone but I am sure it is
especially difficult for a sissy like you and all the mixed up thoughts.
Trust me I am here for you Honey and together we will get you through
this and someday when you are older we will look back and laugh at all
these little bumps in the road."
About that time we got home. Aunt Sharon told me to take it easy this
afternoon and to take some of my magazines to my room and read them to
help me clear my mind. As there is no clock in my room I had no idea how
long I had been in there but suddenly Aunt Sharon came into my room.
"Have you been thinking about what we talked about Diana?" she said as
she sat down on the bed next to me.
"Yes I have," I said as I set the PlayGirl down.
"Do you understand what I was trying to tell you?" she asked.''
"Yes." I said as I felt a tear in my eye. "It is just so confusing. I
thought I was a boy. I know I am small and not what a lot of boys my age
are but I always thought I would grow but I am not so sure anymore."
"You may grow a little Diana but I think you are going to be a petite one
like your mother was," she said as she hugged me. "Regardless of whether
you do or not I am here to help and together we are going to get through
all of this and someday you are going to be a beautiful young woman. I am
not going to be easy on you but I would be no different if you were my
daughter but someday you will thank me for all of it."
"OK Aunt Sharon," I sniffled fighting the tears back. "But what about
school? It starts in a week and half and I can't go to school like this."
"Not right now Diana but I am working on that," she said as she held me
tight. "As for now, well you turn 16 in a few weeks and you can drop out
then. I have talked with the school and explained with all you are going
through with the loss of your parents you need some time and they said
OK."
"But I like school."
"I know Honey and we will get you back into a school but not yet," she
said. "Now come on, dinner is ready and you need to eat and maybe after
you can have a scoop of ice cream but only one not the two or three you
used to eat."
"I know, I have to watch my figure," I smiled.
"That's right Diana, life is not always easy as a girl." She smiled.
"I know, get used to it sissy," I laughed.
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