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"Aunt Madge's Cure" Timmy switched off his video game and started flipping through channels on the satellite dish. School was out for the summer and he'd been at aunt Madge's country home for three days now. His dour attitude and boredom were quite evident as Madge minced through the living room finishing up her housework. "Do you want to have a Pizza tonight Timmy? I picked up several nice frozen ones at the store yesterday. I was thinking of meatloaf and potatoes and a vegetable but if you'd rather have a pizza that's fine too," she said in a cheerful voice as she looked him over. "I don't know," Timmy replied quietly, his glazed eyes looking on as the channels flashed by. It was a bit strange him sitting there in the early afternoon when summer had just started and it was such a nice, sunny warm day outside. But, there he was, slumped on the couch in his t-shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes and his baseball cap. The usual street outfit for a young man only a year short of finishing high school. "Did you call your friends yet Timmy?" Madge asked with a slight smile. "No!" Timmy gasped. "Well they're going to call or stop by sooner or later so you might as well get over it," Madge reasoned. "You put Nair all over me and made me hairless. Then you painted my toenails bright red then you plucked my eyebrows and splashed ladies perfume on me!" he gasped angrily. "I just cleaned up your look a little. And as far as the perfume, I didn't splash it on, I just spritzed a little bit on you," Madge added. "I can't hang around with my friends smelling like a girl!?" he glared at her as he turned towards her still sitting on the couch. "Well. The only thing they'll notice is that you smell cleaner is all. And as far as trimming your eyebrows so what? I made you wash your hair and comb it back out of your eyes for a change. And in your t-shirt and jeans and tennis shoes none of your friends will ever know you're all smooth underneath. But if you want to sit around here all summer I guess that's your choice. Or maybe you can help me around the house here. At least you'd have something to do," Madge reasoned. "That's not all you did though is it aunt Madge," Timmy snapped back still angered. "You made me wear ladies nylon panties with lace trim and all and then you made me wear nude support pantyhose too!" he gasped, the embarrassment already starting to redden his face as he turned back to the television and got quiet again. "And we both know why that is, don't we princess?" Madge cooed in a feminine lilt. "I was just messing around is all. I didn't mean nothing by it, I didn't hurt anyone. I said I was sorry and said I wouldn't do it again," Timmy added quietly. "But you did do it again didn't you. I caught you in my things again last summer the day before you left for home. I caught you in my bedroom mincing around in my best high heels, a garter belt and nylon stockings and you even had on my pink baby doll nightgown with matching panties didn't you. Swishing around just like a little lady!" Madge said in a lilting tone again but added a giggle this time further reddening Timmy's face. "What was your excuse Timmy? You just wanted to try some of my things? What was it. Oh, you liked how feminine I always dress, wasn't that right? And you wanted to see if the clothes were as soft and silky as they looked, isn't that right?" she giggled again. "And they are silky aren't they? And you seemed to really enjoy wearing my sheer garter hose didn't you? I bet those pantyhose you're wearing now feel really silky on your smooth shaven legs, don't they sweetie?" she chuckled as she smiled with vengeance. "You got your way aunt Madge. I did what you said, didn't I?" Timmy gasped. "And I gave you what you wanted, didn't I princess?" Madge returned. "D...don't c...call me princess!" Timmy returned angrily. "Well a prince certainly doesn't dress like that does he? And I didn't call home and tell your foster mom did I?" she said in a more serious tone. "I didn't tell Ruth and I haven't said a word about it to your little friends either. Have I?" she added. "N...no," Timmy returned. "Well then you might start being a little more appreciative don't you think? If something like that got out I imagine it would be quite embarrassing. And I let you move out here for the whole summer again didn't I? That's a pretty easy deal if you ask me," Madge added. "Ok aunt Madge. I did what you asked and I said I was sorry so that should be good enough ok?" Timmy returned as Madge moved on into her kitchen, her high heels clicking as Timmy heard her moving around putting dishes in the washer and looking through the refrigerator. "But what about my friends!?" he asked. "What if they call or come over looking for me? They knew I was coming back this summer," Timmy gasped with worry. "Well I guess that's your problem isn't it Timmy? You brought it on yourself," Madge added from the kitchen as she continued working. Timmy slumped back onto the couch and continued clicking channels. A few minutes later, Madge left the kitchen and minced across the living room. Timmy could smell her floral perfume again and then heard her nylon stockings zipping with each mincing, wiggling step. She went down the long hallway and into her master bedroom. Timmy continued to stare at the television. "Come in here Timmy!" he heard Madge's voice coming from her room a few moments later. Timmy dragged himself up from the couch and started across the large living room then down the hallway. He could feel the smooth pantyhose sliding under his jeans. He could see the bedroom light on and heard Madge in the bedroom. He entered nervously as Madge fussed with something at her dresser. "I guess pizza is ok for tonight aunt Madge," he said, like that might have been the reason she'd called him into her room. Then he noticed her handling a large pale flesh colored, blob-like object, she worked a cloth cover over the large jiggly object. Then he noticed the other similar covered object already on top of the dresser and what looked like a large white brassiere folded there on top of the dresser. Madge kept working as he looked on nervously. She finished putting the covers on the orbs and then swished the large, woman's white long line mastectomy brassiere open. It must have been new because it looked a bit stiff, lightening white, and then he watched as Madge yanked the pink sales tag from part of the reinforced fabric. Timmy then watched as she began fitting the first orb into one of the large pocketed brassiere cups! Timmy choked a dry swallow. "What did you want aunt M...Madge? Wha... what are those?" he gasped as Madge quickly fitted the first orb into one of the bra pockets, she then fitted the other. "Breast forms," Madge returned dryly as she finished working and smoothing and fitting the large bra forms into the sturdy brassiere. "I...I'll just go back and watch TV," he gasped as he turned for the door. "Take your shirt off," she added dryly. "Wha...what?" "Get that shirt off!" she said sternly as she approached holding the large white brassiere. "Get it off and be quick about it," She ordered as Timmy stripped off his t-shirt to reveal his slender, slight and now very smooth and hairless form. "Get your arms out," she added as she moved behind Timmy. And then Timmy gasped in panic as he felt Madge quickly slide the wide padded satin straps over his hands, past his forearms and then up and over his delicate shoulders. He tried to shrug the straps off and pull away but it was already too late. Timmy gasped! He heard the swish and zip of the silky fabric and felt the weight of the breast forms and felt the jiggle as Madge pulled the straps up and then quickly began hooking the dozen or so hooks at the back of the long line brassiere until it was snug on Timmy's slight chest. She yanked it straight on his chest using the bottom band then quickly adjusted the bra straps until the white bra gleamed in the light, the delicate lace trim at the top of the reinforced cups and the little pink satin bow sewn between the large cups of the bra now quite evident. And this was size 40"DD" the same size as aunt Madge! Timmy's head spun! He gasped and then choked a dry swallow as Madge stood back to look him over. "You can put your t-shirt back on now." "Wha...what!? What for aunt Madge!? Hey, this thing is tight and it's heavy too!" he gasped as he stood there red faced looking very girly. But he did what she ordered and slipped his t-shirt back on then cringed to see the outline of the sturdy bra straps and the large seamed bra cups as they jutted at the front of his shirt. There would be no hiding this. "It's in your size and once you break it in it won's feel so tight. But the weight of the breast forms? Well, you'll get used to those in no time," she assured. "Break it in!? And what do you mean I'll 'get used to them'!?" Timmy gasped and then whimpered slightly. He then began grabbing at the cuff of his t-shirt and began pulling it off! "Get that shirt back down!" Madge hissed. "You get that shirt back down and tuck it into your jeans. You're not going to sit around the house looking like a slob," she said. But Timmy hesitated. "Get that shirt down and you tuck it in," she said as she got in his face and waited. Her anger began to grow, this was a test of wills now and aunt Madge wasn't about to lose an argument to a houseguest in her own home. "Either tuck that shirt in properly or you'll spend the rest of the day in a lace trimmed white nylon camisole. You do know what a camisole is don't you Timmy? Hummm?" she then smiled as Timmy gave in and pulled his t-shirt down and tucked it into the top of his jeans. She was about to finish but decided on one more thing. "Get those tennis shoes off, your socks too," she ordered as she made her way to her large open walk in closet. She returned with a pair of open toed ankle strap sandals with five inch heels in gleaming black patent leather! "Get over there and sit on the edge of the bed," she ordered. Timmy gasped but did as he was told. Quickly stripping off his white tennis shoes and white socks he moved to Madge's bed and sat down. His gloss red pedicure and shiny nude support pantyhose clearly visible now and in those open toed sandals the red nails would be clearly visible and, it would be more than obvious he was wearing women's heels! Madge quickly fitted them, the nylon clad feet easily sliding into the nylon lined shoes. Madge then buckled them snugly as Timmy swooned and gasped. "Shoes too!? Why do I have to wear high heels too!?" he whined. "Maybe you'll be a bit quicker when I tell you to do something next time," she said forcefully. "Okay. You keep those heels and that bra on for the rest of the day. You can take the heels off tonight for bed of course but you'll keep that bra on." "What about when I go to bed though!?" he gasped. "You'll learn to sleep on your side just like a woman princess. And until further notice, unless you're in the bath you'll be in that bra and wearing those forms all day every day for quite some time," she ordered. "But why!?" I did everything you asked aunt Madge. I said, said I was sorry?!" he gasped. "Go ahead and watch TV. We can have pizza in a couple hours for supper," Madge returned without blinking. Timmy was now in a bra with heavy, jiggly forms and once again mincing on a pair of high heels. She gave him a gentle push as she urged him down the hall and back to the living room. Timmy's head spun as he sat back down on the couch. "But why aunt Madge? I did what you wanted, why are you doing more!?" he gasped. Madge looked the short, slight, delicate and now hairless boy over. " What kind of boy likes to wear ladies things, the nylon stockings, the silky nylon lingerie, the high heels and all that. What kind of boy does that Timmy?" she paused as she wondered. "I already said I was sorry more than once," Timmy complained trying to be a male adult but it was hard to do with him in his jiggly brassiere and with his nylon clad feet perched on the high stiletto heeled ankle strap pumps. "I caught you in my things three different times, the last time the day before you went home to start school again last summer. How many other times were you in my bedroom trying on my things Timmy?" she asked. "I imagine quite a bit more than that because I'd been noticing my shoes and dresses in the closet and the lingerie in my dresser moved around. And, a few snags in some of my best hose too. That didn't happen on it's own now did it? And it only happened while you were visiting. What is it that attracts you so to ladies things Timmy?" she wondered. "It was the nylons I guess. I don't know," Timmy choked. "I saw how your legs shined in the light and then how they zipped when you walked or sat and crossed your legs. I...I guess I just wanted to see what they felt like is all," Timmy gasped. "The nylons. And were they silky and slippery Timmy, did they zip?" Madge asked. "Y...yes aunt M...Madge" Timmy stammered red faced as Madge smiled with satisfaction. "So then you like women's clothing. I surmised that a long time ago. A young man, short, slight, and almost naturally hairless. You don't even have whiskers yet and all the boys your age are bigger and more muscular, more rough and tumble, and they do more boy things too," she added. "I know I'm little. What's that got to do with anything," Timmy gasped again. "It has quite a lot to do with everything, especially since you like to wear ladies things. I think this summer we're going to need to talk about this quite a few times don't you Timmy? To figure out where you stand in all of this." "I...I said I was sorry aunt Madge. What do we need to talk about now?" Timmy gasped. Madge left down the hall and returned moments later carrying the vintage, layered, pink nylon chiffon baby doll gown and the matching robe. She also carried a pair of matching pink frilly rhumba panties! She swished the garments out and looked them over then swished them over the end of the couch. "You'll wear your bra to bed and you can wear this pink nightie of mine you seem to like so much." "P...Please aunt M...Madge. D...Don't make me wear any more!?" he cringed as he sunk into the couch wobbling on his heels, his ample bust jiggling in his new brassiere! "Just relax princess. I haven't told anyone about you. But we both know what you are, and what like now don't we?" Madge reasoned. "Summer's just starting. You're going to be here three more months. And in that time we're going to figure out if we can fix this problem, or if you'd be better off in becoming a young woman, instead of being a troubled boy named Timmy. And for the remainder of the summer instead of being called 'Timmy' you're going to become my young niece 'Tiffany'," she assured. Madge then turned on her heel and headed into the kitchen. "I'll get out a pepperoni pizza for supper," Timmy heard the zip of her nylons and then her heels clicking in the kitchen as his stomach churned and his head spun! During dinner Madge and Timmy sat quietly at the kitchen table, halfway through the large pepperoni pizza. The phone on the wall clattered loudly breaking the silence. Madge uncrossed her nylon clad legs with a whispering zip then minced to the phone, her nylons zipping "shick-shick- shick" under her tight, nylon lined black wool skirt. "Hello?" she asked. "Mrs. Dubois? Hi. This is Tommy Melcher from the farm down the road? I was waiting for Timmy to call, thought we might get a baseball game going this weekend with a few of the guys. School's out but he never called. He was coming out to stay with you this summer right? Is he there yet?" Tommy asked. "Ah, just a moment. I'm working on supper and have to check something on the stove," she said as she looked to Timmy then cupped her hand over the telephone receiver. "It's one of your friends Tiffany. It seems you were right that your friends were wondering if you were here. Would you like to take the call?" Timmy gasped and slid back in his chair, the large breasts jiggling under his t-shirt as he waved Madge off indicating that he wasn't there," Madge smiled and turned to the phone once again. "Tommy?" she said in her lilting feminine tone. "Yes. I'm afraid Timmy decided not to visit this summer. No I'm not sure. Maybe he had to attend summer school this year. What's that? You thought you saw Timmy in my car the other day when I drove past your place? No. That wasn't Timmy, that was my niece Tiffany. After Timmy decided to stay home I arranged for Tiffany to visit for the summer instead to keep me company. No bother at all Tommy. You take care then and have a nice summer. Goodbye," Madge said with a smile. She then hung the phone up and returned to the kitchen table to finish supper. Timmy's head spun! "See," Madge said casually. "I never said a word and nobody knows do they? So now you won't have to hang around your friends hairless and in ladies panties and pantyhose." "So then I sit around the house in my panties and pantyhose and this bra and high heels in my t-shirt and jeans for the rest of the summer then?" Timmy returned sounding like the entire idea was a stupid waste of time. "We're going to make a few more changes dear. We're going to find out if you'd rather be a young woman than a young man," Madge assured. "Would you like to be a girl Timmy? No more tough and tumble, no more getting picked on. And you'll get to start wearing pretty, silky things all the time. Pretty dresses and makeup. And you can grow your hair out and I can put it in lovely curls. Would you like that sweetie?" she cooed. Timmy finished the slice of pizza he'd started, then suddenly no longer feeling hungry he wiped his brow and then his lips with the table napkin. Madge smiled with satisfaction as Timmy minced and clicked on the high stiletto heels and with breasts jiggling he returned to the living room. "Since you're done with supper and it's getting late anyway, why don't you slip into that pretty baby doll and robe Tiffany. I think I have some matching pink satin slippers that should fit you," Madge cooed. And then nearly three more months passed! It was late summer now as the pickup truck rolled down the long gravel road and then turned a short corner then continued up the long tree lined gravel drive leading to Madge's secluded country home. Tommy Melcher, well tanned with sandy blonde ear length hair exited the truck holding a plate covered in aluminum foil as he made his way to the front door. He glanced through the window to see two women in aprons in the kitchen busy with something. He knocked at the door and moments later Madge was crossing the large living room wiping her hands on a kitchen towel and touching up her hair and smoothing her look before answering the door. School was starting in a few more days now and Tommy a soon to be high school senior was more than ready to return to the class room and get off the tractor. Madge opened the door with a smile. "Hi again Mrs. DuBois!" Tommy said with a smile. "Mom made some extra coffee cake so she told me to drop it off before I head out with the guys to play a quick game of baseball. Just save the plate, you can drop it off later anytime," he said as he noticed the other woman in the kitchen still working. Timmy heard the word "baseball" and wondered what it would be like again, instead of mincing around the house doing only women's things. "Say. It's a bit of a coincidence but we're baking today too. We've been doing cookies for the ladies church bake sale. I have some extra. What kind do you like?" Madge asked. "Chocolate chip," Tommy answered. "We've got plenty! I'll just swap this coffee cake onto one of my plates then put those cookies on your plate. We won't even have to add any foil. Come into the kitchen and I'll put things together," Madge said in her friendly feminine tone. "You've never met but this is my niece who's been staying with me this summer. Say hello Tiffany. This is Tommy Melcher from the farm just down the road" Madge added as her and Tommy entered the kitchen. And there Timmy was, unrecognizable! This had not been planned. But it really was the perfect time to see just what a good job Madge had done with Timmy over the entire summer. Tiffany turned from the kitchen counter and wiped the flour from her hands. She held her hand out and Tommy shook it. He noticed the smooth skin and the long, gloss red salon nails. "Hi!" he said as Tiffany returned a smile and a quiet "hello." "I need a dozen chocolate chip cookies. You can switch out this coffee cake then just put the cookies on this plate," Madge said as she handed the aluminum foil wrapped plate to Tiffany. "It's hot today. Would you like a lemonade while we round up those cookies Tommy?" Madge asked. "Sure Mrs. DuBois!" he said as he tilted his feed-and-seed cap back then plopped down at the kitchen table legs splayed. Tommy and his friends always noticed Madge. Her tight hair sets, her high heels, her shiny nylons and her large jiggly bust, the different outfits and the makeup and nails and the perfume and jewelry. Always neat as a pin and very feminine. But as he watched Tiffany mince around the kitchen clicking on the black patent leather five inch stiletto heels and in a crisp woman's apron that was tied into a tight feminine bow at the back of her full skirted dress complete with a rustling white taffeta petticoat she seemed even more feminine. He'd looked right at Timmy but after all this time not a trace of recognition registered. They were the same age but after Madge's charm-school lessons and with the heavy vintage makeup, 'Tiffany' now looked to be at least two years older than Tommy. And he noticed the perfume and the pert breasts in the dress and the wide womanly hips and he heard the nylons zip and noticed high heels and how the ladylike legs were totally smooth and encased in sheer shiny nylon. Madge set the lemonade down with a smile and Tommy took a gulp. Talk of school starting and sports and how the crops were coming in dotted the conversation as Timmy put the cookies on the plate. He minced and wiggled to the table. The heels continued to click and the vintage nylons continued to shine in the room light and zipped on Timmy's smooth, ladylike legs. The perfume floated around him. Tommy noticed the earrings in the pierced ears, the three strand pearl necklace, the gloss red lipsticked lips and false lashes and eyeshadow and finally the strict, vintage ladies hair set. An unmistakably feminine set, a tight roller perm, lacquered tight with hair spray. Tommy turned back to the conversation with Madge, Tiffany was older and obviously out of Tommy's league. Madge marveled at how well Timmy blended into the situation. Tiffany appeared a bit flustered but by now he was able to control his nerves. This wasn't Timmy anymore in t-shirt, blue jeans and the mastectomy bra with the silicone forms and those heels. This was the whole way now. Three strict months of Madge's charm-school lessons, and, Timmy had been on female hormones for nearly three months too. And the hair set? Well this was Timmy's third appointment to have his hair set and nails and makeup done. Madge had set things up with her stylist lady friend and by now Tiffany was just another valued customer. It seemed her 'poor' little nephew Timmy was transgendered and she was 'helping' 'poor' little Timmy along. She also let this slip to her other lady friends over lunches and teas and shopping and the way she phrased her explanation Timmy as Tiffany got enough sympathy to cover the delicate period until the very feminized Tiffany simply became one of the ladies in Madge's circle of friends. They'd never really known or seen Timmy as Timmy very often and that made things easier still because by now every trace of maleness had been erased. Tiffany was a lady now, almost. And although school in his hometown would be starting within only a few more days, there was no hurry now because Timmy wouldn't be returning to live with his foster mom Ruth. Because one of those wide ranging talks Madge had mentioned had been conducted with Ruth and now she knew the truth about Timmy. And once Madge added the offer of helping 'poor' little Timmy the deal was set. Ruth packed up the remainder of Timmy's boy things and dropped them off at a thrift shop. And the suitcase Timmy had brought for the summer? Gone too, along with the outfit he'd showed up in, the t- shirt, jeans and tennis shoes and baseball cap Tommy finished his lemonade, pulled his cap back down then gathered the plate of cookies. He thanked Madge then gave another glance to Tiffany still at the kitchen counter then he headed for the front door with Madge seeing him out. Madge smiled as she stood at the door watching Tommy hop back in his pickup. She then closed and locked the front door and minced back into the kitchen. "It seems that your good friend Tommy didn't even recognize you," Madge chuckled as she looked the feminine young lady over still moving about the kitchen, taking the last of the cookies out of the oven and setting the tray aside to cool and switching the oven off. "You look so feminine now. Do you feel feminine Timmy?" she cooed as she approached. And then she leaned into Timmy as he stood near the kitchen sink. He then turned and looked out the kitchen window as Madge moved close and put her hands on his widening hips. She then slid her hands up to his breasts and after pulling the silky rayon dress and slips up a bit she managed to work her hands far enough under to be able to feel Timmy's now budding and very real breasts! Breasts that had grown out and were now widening and taking on weight. It was evident that it wouldn't be long until Timmy wouldn't need the forms anymore. Timmy shuddered as Madge giggled then groped and tweaked the forming breasts, kneading them through the silky slip and rayon dress. Timmy then leaned over the sink to try and pull away but Madge continued. He then felt her hands smoothing over his wide hips and then felt as she swished her hands over the front of his dress. And then the sound of the white taffeta slip and the fabric of the floral rayon dress began to fill the quiet kitchen as Madge cupped Timmy's tightly girdled crotch. She could feel the tight girdle and how the center seam was cinched tight now, giving Timmy the illusion and the feel of having a woman's vaginal slit! Madge giggled softly and pulled herself closer to Timmy as she began working her hands in and out of Timmy's feminized crotch! "Mmmmm. That's it prissy. Spread those smooth nylon stockinged legs for me dear," Madge cooed in a breathy tone whispering in his ear as Timmy issued a stuttering gasp. The shiny rayon dress gleamed in the light, the bulky petticoat swirling and rustling loudly underneath, the very sensation that always brought Timmy to his limit. But this was beyond his limit. He teetered on his high stiletto heels now, his long lashes fluttered and then, he spread his legs as Madge instructed. And then he felt his hips buck slightly, he grunted and gasped open mouthed through his gloss red lipsticked lips at the sensation as he heard the rustling nylon and taffeta swish get even louder as Madge quickly pulled both hands deep into his crotch through the front of the dress. She then began cupping his crotch tightly, working her hands in and out, in and out, the dress and slips whispering and zipping as Timmy clutched the kitchen counter as his head spun and he slowly tossed his head from side to side as he stood there. "Come on sweetie, show auntie Madge how excited you are. What's the matter princess?" she laughed. Timmy was wearing a pad tucked into his lace trimmed ladies nylon briefs tucked into his pantyhose and in his tight long leg white high waist panty girdle as Madge continued to rub. He was tucked too tightly to become erect in such rigid, vintage foundation wear but it was more than that now. The female hormones had taken their effect and Timmy was now at the point there weren't any more stiff male erections. After a few weeks of hormone treatments the erections soon became softer and then nonexistent. His manhood became smaller and his testes atrophied in his hairless scrotum. But the silky sensation was still there and Madge knew it, she worked him with almost a vindictive satisfaction at knowing just what made little Timmy's head spin. There would be no bulging, no twitching and no copious ejaculation, not anymore. The best result Madge could hope for would be a weak draining of Timmy's prostate, a thin and watery discharge that the pad could easily handle. And as she continued rubbing Timmy's nyloned crotch, in and out, in and out her soft giggles and her lilting feminine coos added to her satisfaction. "It just feels soooooo good doesn't it princess!?" she cooed as the rayon and taffeta whistled and the fabric whirled in and out, in and out of Timmy's crotch as he clutched the counter in front of the sink and wobbled on the high stiletto heels gasping, his head spinning now. It was somewhat like a male arousal but this was different. More of a mental sensation now, but it was both sensual and of course undoubtably sexual. She felt Timmy's resistance begin to fade as he succumbed to her fondling, fondling him just like a woman now! "Yes. That's it sweetie!? Feels goooood," she chuckled with delight. "Feels sooooo feminine doesn't it Timmy dear?" she cooed as Timmy's head spun with confused thought, the estrogen now in far more control, his testosterone levels now nearly zeroed out. It had been an ongoing process months in the making and with many more months to go before Madge's plan would be complete. But there was no doubt that Timmy was being treated and stimulated like a woman now. "Do you feel feminine Timmy? Do you feel feminine?" she cooed again. "Say it. Tell aunt Madge how feminine you feel," She said as Timmy choked a dry swallow and grimaced and then gasped as he held onto the kitchen counter with his nyloned legs spread, the sturdy white garter straps pulling taut at the top of the stockings on his smooth and hairless thighs as Madge continued cooing and giggling nearly swooning with dizzying pleasure at what she was doing to poor little Timmy! "Say it! Say it princess!" Timmy grunted and swooned again as he wobbled on the high stiletto heels as Madge worked both hands tightly in and out of Timmy's girdled crotch, the fabric whistling as she waited. And then. "I...I...fe...I feel f...feminine," he stammered as he rolled his eyes and his head spun! "Mmmmm. Are you sure sweetie?" Madge continued. "Tell me again." "I...I fe...feel..." he grunted. "Feminine?" Madge cooed as she giggled. "Y...yes!" he gasped. And then she felt Timmy tense his legs and really take hold of the counter top. His legs gleamed in the light, the slender muscles now visible under the filmy nylon fabric as his body shuddered and he stumbled on his stiletto heeled tip-toes. And then Madge stopped rubbing then pulled her hands up tightly into the feminized crotch. Timmy gasped again then let out a stuttering, pleasured moan as Madge felt the slight twitch in his girdled crotch. Timmy bucked his hips slightly and went weak in his knees then groaned again as Madge held him tight. It would take a moment longer to finish milking the last of the thin watery ejaculate into his pad. Timmy's face reddened now, he wobbled slightly and became weak as Madge looked on and giggled. She swished his dress back out then fussed and primped with his hair set as she cooed with pleasure. "Feels so good doesn't it precious? You're starting to react and feel just like a woman. And it won't be long now until you'll be feeling and responding fully as a woman. Isn't that right Tiffany?" she finished with a satisfied smile. She hadn't yet told Timmy about his upcoming castration, where his atrophied testes would soon be clipped and removed. And then there would be the saline breast implants and a few other touch up procedures such as laser electrolysis and facial feminization. But as feminine as Timmy had become it wouldn't be much of a change. And then Tiffany would have her final procedure and have her papers changed to show Tiffany as a female now. And as time passed it wouldn't be long until the thought of Timmy Benson would soon be lost to memory. Madge's niece Tiffany DuBois would take his place and continue living as a proper young woman and continue to accompany her aunt Madge to all the ladies lunches and ladies teas and bake sales and other ladies meetings and then the shopping trips and beauty salon appointments. Timmy's head spun as he wobbled away from the sink trying as best he could in his trained feminine manner to compose himself. "We've baked a lot of cookies today dear. Why don't you go freshen up," she said as Timmy untied the large apron bow at the back and swished the frilly vintage apron over the back of a kitchen chair. "You can take a lovely nap now," Madge said with a lilting tone as Timmy minced away. "You don't have to hang your dress up over the closet door to keep it from getting wrinkled. You've got some flour dust on it from baking and it's already wrinkled in front so it doesn't matter if you'd like to sleep in it. I'll pick out another dress for you for the rest of the day," Madge beamed with satisfaction as she returned to box up all the now cooled cookies and to finish cleaning the kitchen.