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Subject: Lisa's TG LIbrary: "Auntie's Niece"
Auntie's Niece
By Carol Francine Saunders
Many years ago, when I was age 15 and visiting my Aunt
Jean, I had worked up the nerve to ask her to dress me in my
cousin Sally's clothes. I had always been especially fond
of Aunt Jean. I enjoyed spending two weeks with her each
summer. She seemed so easy to talk with, much easier than
her sister, my mother. Aunt Jean was divorced from her hus-
band. She and Sally had lived together until last year when
Sally moved away for college.
My spending the two weeks of summer vacation with Aun-
tie Jean seemed a good time to ask her. But what would she
think if I asked her such a question? I had a life-long
desire to dress in girl's clothes, but I did not know why
and I had never talked to anyone about it. I had sneaked a
few things of my mother's once in a while and did the same
thing with my sister Nancy's clothes. But I never felt I
could talk to either one of them about my unnatural desire.
A few times, I was nearly found out, when Nancy or
Mother came home unexpectedly, and I had to hurry and change
back to my own clothes in my bedroom, then secretly get
their clothes back to where they were. I had gotten bold a
few times, even putting on nail polish and lipstick, high
heels and one of Nancy's prom dresses. I felt so good, yet
so shamed of myself for sneaking around to do it. I
thought, what if an understanding woman or girl would agree
to dress me as a female and let me try "being a girl" under
their supervision?
Auntie Jean seemed like a good person to ask.
"Auntie Jean, could I ask you a question? And will you
promise not to laugh?"
"Billy, now what could be so mysterious? Have I ever
laughed at your ideas? What is it?" she asked thining that
maybe something might be wrong.
"Well...I; I have thought a long time now... wondered
about how boys and girls are different; I mean what they
wear, how the things girls wear are so much different from
boy's clothes," I was really stumbling over my own rushing
hopes. "I have often wondered how I might feel if I had a
chance to be dressed up as a girl. I've been too scared to
ask Mother or Nancy, but I have always felt comfortable
talking with you." I paused to see if I had picked the
right words, but her bemused look of concern was unchanged
so I pressed on with my desires in a rush of words. "Do you
think that maybe, while I was staying with you this week,
you would let me see how it would feel to pretend I was a
girl, and wear my cousin Sally's clothes?"
"Why Billy, what would make you want to do something
like this? What makes you think being a girl would be
easier than or better than being a boy? You know that being
a girl is more than just trying on dresses, you would not
even get a hint of how it is to be a girl unless you did it
for a week or more." she took my hands in hers as if to
comfort me despite her words. "There are neighbor and oth-
ers who might drop in. If you were to become my "niece" for
the next week or two, I must really treat you like a girl,
you know."
An uncertainty crept into my mind. Could I become good
enough as a girl to convince others...
"But really, you're not serious are you? What ever
gave you this idea? Is there something else you want to
tell me? Is it...are you questioning whether you are, maybe
gay?"
"No, not at all. I really do like girls, I have
crushes on them all the time," I protested anxiously not
wanting her to think _t_h_a_t, yet knowing I owed her some kind
of explanation. "But, unlike some of the boys who only
think of girls as for having sex with, I think of girls and
women as interesting, different, and for whatever reason, I
have always wished I was free to dress up as a girl some-
times. But not to have people laugh at me or think I was
strange. I really don't know what to do. But, I thought,
if I had the chance to be a girl for a while, maybe here
with you, I could see if maybe the desire would get out of
my system. If I had a chance to be a girl for a few days?"
"Well then, Billy; to satisfy your curiousity, maybe
your Auntie should agree to dress you up in the clothes that
you think will be enjoyable to wear. But what if after a
while you feel that wearing girls' clothes is no so much
fun?" She shook her head thinking of ever so many ques-
tions. "Will you like wearing and walking in high heels?
Have you ever thought that wearing girls' clothes would not
be so desirable? And, if you dress up and don't like it,
and our neighbors have seen you as a girl; do you have the
courage to stick it through until your visit is over?"
"Yes. I have not thought about this lightly.l I would
not have asked you if I thought it was just a lark. I feel
this is something I really must do. With Sally away at col-
lege, and just the two of us here for two weeks; I thought
this would be a chance I might not have again."
"Alright. I see you are serious about this. But since
you want to try *being* a girl, then just dressing up will not
do. We will have to show you how it might be if you *were in fact*
a girl. We will have to give you a girl's name, keep
you only in girl's clothes for several days, let you try
having your hair in nail polish on constantly, everything
possible to let you feel like a girl. Eventually, as you
live and behave as a girl, you will probably see how much
better off you are as a boy!"
She nodded her head in knowing self satisfaction.
Your name will be Cynthia. _C_i_n_d_y. I will try not to
think of you as my nephew Billy, you will be my _n_i_e_c_e,
Cindy. Of course, you will have to shave off whatever leg
and body hair you have, except what's covered by your pan-
ties, especially if you want to look good in a party dress.
To get you in a feminine mood, you must fully look female.
And your body hair will grow back in time," she suggested as
if testing my will to be a complete girl. "Be a good sport!
With my new electric razor, you won't feel a thing."
Nervously I wondered how long it really might take for
the hair to grow back? How could I explain it when I went
swimming later in the summer? Yet, if I didn't shave my
adventure would end now!
"Okay, I'll shave it off," I promised knowing that the
die was cast. Once my body was shaved there was really lit-
tle chance for retreat.
"Good. Go upstairs to my bathroom where the electric
razor is. Once your body is shaved as smooth as a girl's I
want you to take a nice bubble bath. While you are getting
all dainty I will look through Sally's things she left
behind. Maybe some of her older clothes which were smaller
would fit you nicely."
After I was completely shaved, I gingerly stepped into
the pink foaming bubble bath to soak in wonderful ease as I
heard my Aunt Jean in her bedroom. Then it dawned on me
that she might expect to see me naked in order to dress me
as a girl!
I bathed, dryed, and dusted with the girlishly-smelling
powder she handed me through the partly opened door. Uncer-
tainly, I wrapped my now all too dainty form in a bath towel
to nervously enter the bedroom.
Auntie had me stand naked with my back to her as she
slipped a pair of Sally's nude toned spandex panty briefs up
my legs, which smoothed my loins.
Seeing my embarrassment, she half giggled with amuse-
ment, as she ran her fingers over my body to use her razor
and skin cream to remove what little body hair I had missed.
Auntie then plucked my eyebrow hairs with a pair of tweezers
until I feared that all that was left was a thin ultra-
feminine line that would not vanish in two weeks!
Satisfied with _d_e_n_u_d_i_n_g me she reassured me that my
feminine brows could be brushed into a shaggy masculine look
by demonstrating the change before the vanity mirror. And
as I sat looking at the growing femininity of _C_i_n_d_y'_s face
she set my longish hair into rollers.
"Now that you are wearing only your underpants, I mean
your lingerie, we can get proper measurements," she noted
seeing that my modesty was protected, even if I was blushing
over being seen so close to being naked as she took a sewing
tape to carefully measure.
"My, my, I can no longer see my nephew, just a young
girl. Soon I will know you only as Nancy's sister! Now, we
will be sure to get all your sizes; bust, hips, waist. We
will add a few inches to your "bust" with bust pads. All
young ladies want to enhance their _n_e_a_r_l_y _B _l_o_o_k with
fal-
sies, and I am certain you will look great in Sally's."
With teasing delight she playfully touched each of my little
nipples with her index finger causing me to swallow my chag-
rin. Then she took the tape measure to my foot. "And your
feet, I don't know if Sally's shoes or mine would fit you
better. They may be snug, but to be a woman is to suffer."
Auntie had me sit as she gave me a manicure and pol-
ished my fingernails a lovely pink, and then had me let them
dry while she went to Sally's room to get other clothes for
me to try on.
Before she left she promised she would keep me in
dresses the next full week. I would assume a female iden-
tity for that time as "Cindy", since all the boy-clothes I
brought would be locked away before she returned and I would
have only girl's clothes to wear.
After she left I found myself sitting very carefully
with my hands on the vanity table, so that my pretty nails
could dry, seeing in the vanity mirror a young girl sitting,
all but nude, in her panty brief with her hair up in
curlers.
Soon my Auntie Jean returned with a large box full of
lovely things to wear which she dumped happily on to her bed
along with a camera!
"Hold out your fingers, I will give your fingernails
another coat of polish. Then I'll do your toenails. You
will feel really feminine wearing nail polish, you will
leave them painted all week, you must practice being fem-
inine!" she observed picking up the polish to do my finger
nails before taking a buff pad to smooth out the skin on my
feet before giving me a pedicure to finish off with nail
polish.
Then to my surprise she took a snap shot with her cam-
era!
"Just for my scrapbook. But, maybe you would like me
to send copies to your mother and sister?" she teased only
to see the sheer fear in my eyes. "Well, perhaps for now,
just for me."
"Now that we have your sizes, I want you to put on your
female foundation garments all by yourself; panties, high
waisted panty girdle, padded bra, nylons, and slip. You
will feel quite different as a high school sophomore in fem-
inine lingerie."
With her amuse guidance I slipped on the lingerie
learning from her how to cup my breasts by leaning forward
to add to the falsie filled cups before raising the bra
straps. Then she showed me how to roll up my nylons to
attach them to the girdle garter snaps before I lowered the
white silken nylon slip over my feminized form to feel the
sheer delight of lacy hems brushing taut smooth nylons.
"You really look girlish in your lingerie, wait until
we're finished with you!" she promised looking at the start
of her handiwork with a nod of approval that made me happy
with the knowledge that she saw some promise in the
transformation.
"Auntie, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I
feel so good already. Do you think I am just a Sissy?" I
asked in wonder over how nice it felt to be dressed so.
Even more exciting than I dreamed.
Listen, Girlie, I've never had a chance to do something
like this. I am kind of looking forward to this. If it's a
girl you want to be, a girl is what I'll make you be. Mak-
ing you really pass as a girl will be a challenge for me as
well." she promised taking yet another picture as if to
remind me that if I _c_h_i_c_k_e_n_e_d _o_u_t she would have a
record of
my first moments in skirts!
With these words of encouragement a pretty pink teenage
dance party dress came over my head and was zipped up my
back. Then matching pink two inch pumps before she draped a
ruffled pink plastic make-up cape around my neck. Auntie
put her arm behind my neck as she applied lipstick to my
mouth with her other hand. Then she quickly applied false
eyelashes, cut down to fill in where my own lashes were not
so full as a girl's. This was followed by a hint of eye
make-up and highlighting blusher suitable for a young
teenager. She combed my hair out into a feminine style
before removing the cape to add clip on little gold ear-
rings, charm bracelet, necklace, and a woman's watch to com-
plete my transformation.
She then walked me to the full-length mirror to show me
"How pretty I was!" as she took more pictures to add to her
collection.
"Cindy, be a good girl now and change out of your
dress, I'll unzip you. After some more make-up is on you,
we will dress you in another outfit and I will take pictures
of you, in case you want to show your mother or to Sally or
Nancy! You will really see how it feels to be dressed like
a girl all day, every day. If you want to change back right
now into your boy-clothes, go ahead if you can find them;
otherwise you must sty a girl all week!" she laughed and
then, seeing my wistful gazing in the mirror, she continued
by asking, "Young Lady, Cindy? Are you really familiar with
what you want? How many times have you dressed up as a girl
before? Maybe I should give you lessons in being a girl, so
you will know how to look and act sweet. If you really want
to look nice, you will have to let me train you properly!"
Auntie couldn't keep from giggling as she sorted
through clothing items scattered on the bed, as I stood
there waiting for the next outfit she wanted me to try on.
My makeup was freshened, to be applied expertly in a
glamour-girl manner, more professionally than I would have
expected.
She had me practice dressing and undressing, each time
putting me in yet another set of panties, nylons, a panty
girdle, padded bra, full nylon slip, and black high heels
with straps. After a spray of perfume, she put my arms
through the sleeves of a silk blouse to be buttoned and
zipped up.
Auntie showed me how to sit with my skirt straight and
my legs crossed, saying that, "With a little practice, you
cold go to school as the new girl in town!"
Auntie showed me how to use feminine mannerisms, walk
in high heels, and to quickly apply makeup. She said that
being female was more in the mind than between the legs.
And she promised, "I will work with you until you are a per-
fect little lady."
She took a whole roll of pictures of _C_i_n_d_y in many
poses and outfits. And before we both knew it was time for
me to put on a nightgown and go to bed in Sally's room,
which was to be _C_i_n_d_y'_s room as long as she stayed in petti-
coats as Auntie Jean's niece.
I enjoyed being dressed and treated as a girl. The
expert help and advice made me feel wonderful. I feel
asleep with my hair up in curlers dreaming of my new life as
a girl.
The next day as she awoke me she supervised me expertly
as I dressed and made up, wearing a knee-length full skirted
princess styled yellow cotton dress, saying I would stay a
girl all day, that maybe my parents would like to see how
pretty a _d_a_u_g_h_t_e_r they had.
Then as we went down to breakfast, which she announced
I was to make, she got out her video tape camera explaining
that she planned to film me in each of several different
outfits during the week as I lived the life of a girl, then
she planned to play it back each day so she could _c_o_a_c_h me
better and might improve myself as a girl.
"I will continue to teach you how to practice acting
and walking like a girl while you are doing all the house-
hold chores I would expect any high school girl to do. Then
after supper I will give you further charm school lessons in
being a girl.
It is so delightful, dressing you as a female! I look
forward to keeping your nails polished, your body hairless,
and making you be a girl. You will spend hours in learning
to walk, talk, and act as a female. Maybe you would like to
try going out in public as a girl. But you would have to
use the ladies' room only. I will show you how to keep your
skirt and slip out of the way as you use the toilet like a
woman. There is much to teach you about being a woman.
Dressing you up is more fun than I thought it would be.
Fun is what it's all about. You like wearing nail polish,
makeup, and high heels. You envy pretty girls who do so.
You long to be a female just like them. Then what differ-
ence does it make that you're a boy? Males in panties,
bras, and dresses might not be appealing to everyone, but as
long as you like to do it, and I enjoy helping you do it,
let's enjoy it."
"I will let you become the _w_o_m_a_n you pretend to be.
Are you enjoying being obedient, and girlishly submitting to
my dressing you as a lady?
"I just might send you home in a nice, feminine outfit
so everyone can see you as Cindy. By then you will have
learned more of the niceties of being a woman, from applying
makeup to walking through town in high heels as a woman,
including being whistled at by men who do not know you are
not really a girl."
I was looking forward to Auntie Jean making me be a
woman all week.
At the end of the first week on Saturday night, as she
helped me to get ready, she announced how she would really
do me up for the evening out, as a reward for being her
niece all week long.
She had me take another perfumed bath and again she
shaved my boy hair, "to get the ones we missed before."
She set out everything she wanted me to wear. I
couldn't help but feel feminine and girlish. Auntie handed
me a pair of black silk panties, they felt so nice going up
my smooth legs. She fastened a black bra behind my back,
and placed breast inserts in the cups. The bra was in lace,
matching my panties. The weight of my bra straps was
delightful. Next came a waist cincher, it reduced my waist-
line nicely; then a black panty girdle, with its padded hips
and buttocks to give me a feminine shape. She hooked a
black lacy garter belt on me, and proceeded to roll seamed
nylons up my legs.
"You should be feeling pretty sexy by now" she told me.
"Those black nylons look so sexy on you."
Auntie adjusted the toes of my nylons, slightly
displaying my polished toenails; she slipped the open-toed
heels, with sling backs, on my girlish feet, saying they
would be appropriate for an evening out.
The heels were fairly high, but comfortable. They were
of white patent leather, 4-inch heels with buckled straps.
I carefully slid my feet into them, it was a fantastic sen-
sation as my polished toenails peeked through the open toes
of the shoes.
Auntie knelt down and buckled the straps. Then she had
me stand.
I teetered a bit, then walked over and sat at the van-
ity table. I felt very feminine in my high heels and looked
forward to wearing my pretty dress.
Aunt Jean took the long black slip from the bed, had me
put my arms through the straps, and she slid it down over my
shoulders and smoothed it over my body. She admired my
girlish appearance as she began to apply my makeup.
Auntie frosted my eyelids in blue, penciled my eye-
brows, added long false eyelashes and eye liner.
I felt so feminine as I blinked with my false
eyelashes. Next came blush on my cheeks as she used a brush
to finish feathering it out. A gold necklace and dangling
earrings came just before my curly blonde wig.
"You will have more fun as a "blonde" she told me, as
she hair-sprayed my wig.
Soon a delightful, pretty woman stood watching me, it
was my reflection in the mirror. I loved being _C_i_n_d_y as
Auntie helped me into my long sleeved frilly blouse, and
buttoned it up my back. She had me step into my skirt,
being careful not to snag it with my heels. She slid it up
over my hips, it was a dark slim skirt and matching jacket.
She buttoned it and zipped me up.
"Now no one will know you're a boy," she said, as she
applied fresh lipstick to my mouth. After she finished, we
left in the car, to tour the town as an Auntie and her
visiting niece. My confidence was building, I felt I would
be able to carry out successfully, my new female role.
This was not the End, but _C_i_n_d_y'_s _N_e_w
_B_e_g_i_n_n_i_n_g!