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Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece Chap 20A  tg femdom
Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2003 00:10:04 -0400
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TG femdom

Read only if appropriate.  Earlier chapters can be found on
www.fictionmania.com in Pamela's author entry.



Charlotte's Niece

by

Pamela


(Copyright 2003)





Chapter 20A



Charlotte handed the phone to me as I lay in front of her vagina.

"Hello Lei?" I said softly.

"Hi Greg! Its so great to hear your voice! How are ya?"

"I'm good Lei. Its so nice to hear your voice also!"

"How's Charlotte treating you?"

I hesitated. Charlotte's eyes were closed. Her right breast was fully 
exposed and I found myself resisting the temptation to snuggle up against 
it. "Very nice."

"Why did you hesitate?" Lei said. I heard concern in her voice.

"No nothing."

"And how is your research? Have you made any new discoveries that'll make 
you famous?"

The question surprised me and I couldn't think of anything to say. "Greg? 
Greg? Hello?" Lei said after a few seconds.

"I'm here," I said.  Charlotte opened her eyes and looked at me. She shifted 
her hips and spread her legs apart slightly pushing me to the side. I could 
see the red center in the middle of her pubic hair.

"Whats the matter Greg?"

"No, nothing. Its just, just that the work is very hard. I guess I'm a 
little disappointed in myself cause its hard to make progress." I felt 
uncomfortable lying but was thankful that something came to mind.

"Oh, thats all?" Lei said. I could hear relief in her voice. "I'm sure all 
great scientists have to go through suffering like that before great 
discoveries come! Just keep plugging away at it!"

"I will. So how is your camp?"

"Its absolutely heavenly. I'm having so much fun."  Lei went on to describe 
the places she had been, and told me about the people she was with. I 
listened attentively and asked her a few questions.  After a few more 
minutes she said she had to go and we exchanged goodbyes.  Hearing the phone 
click made me feel like a connection between us had been broken. A 
connection between me and the world I had known up until just a few short 
days ago.

I moved up toward Charlotte  to continue licking her when she said, "you 
know, I'm in a black mood."

A worried look must have crossed across my face, since Charlotte laughed and 
said, "I only mean that I don't want you wearing pink tonight. I want you in 
black. Take off your clothes and I'll get you some things to wear." 
Charlotte got up and walked to a dresser while I got up and took my clothes 
off. I was shy about showing my penis and hid it partially between my legs.

"Here is one of my bras. You can wear this one." She flung it at me and I 
caught it. It was a large, black lacy bra that seemed too big for me.  I put 
it on and found that it held me snugly if I used the tightest hooks in the 
back.  "And here is a  thong for you and also I want you in my black 
girdle." She tossed them both at me. The panties hit me on the head.  "Don't 
just stand there get dressed."

"Yes Aunt Charlotte."

I put on the thong and stepped into the girdle, pulled it up my legs  and 
wriggled into it. Charlotte went to a closet and came back with a plastic 
bag. "Here are your boobs. They should fill out that bra pretty well."

I was happy to see my breasts again and wondered if she would now let me 
wear them all the time.  I finished getting the girdle on and then put in 
the breast forms. I felt both weighted down and confined, almost as if I was 
under the control of Charlotte's lingerie. Being  dressed in black seemed 
dangerous and filled with unknown consequences.

Charlotte went back to her bed and laid back as before.  "Let me look at 
you," she said. She seemed to be chuckling to herself. "Yes, its a very nice 
look for you. I've got some black hose that goes with that and even a black 
leather skirt that I'll have you wear tomorrow. Remember tomorrow is your 
day to work on the dinner party. The ladies are coming and I want you in 
black all day long. You can wear the leather miniskirt. For the party I'll 
let you wear a black corset, if you've been good."

"I haven't been good, Aunt Charlotte?" I said with some consternation. I had 
been working so hard at being good.

"Yes, you've been good Vickie, but tomorrow is another day. The dinner party 
requires a lot of work., and I can't forget what happened last week."

"But I thought Greg was dead Aunt Charlotte!"

"You're right, I suppose its not fair to blame you for things Greg did. Do 
you accept my apology?"

"Of course, Aunt Charlotte," I laughed. It was delightful to hear her 
apologize to me for once.

"Will I know how to do the cooking. I'm scared Aunt Charlotte!"

"No, you don't understand. I'll leave a roast that you'll just have to stick 
in the oven when I tell you. You can do that much, can't you? Besides making 
a nice salad, setting the table and cleaning the apartment."

"Of course, Aunt Charlotte!"

"Good. You look splendid like that, but take out the pink ribbons from your 
hair. Good, very good."  I stood tentatively next to the bed. "So get on 
with it, I want you to make me feel good."

I climbed back on the bed and crawled up between her spread legs and began 
licking her vagina like she had instructed me. "Keep your bottom up in the 
air," Charlotte said. "I want to see that cute bottom sticking up."

I raised my backside up against the resistance of the girdle and curved my 
back so I was pushed harder into her vagina. Charlotte was clearly getting 
hot and I felt her juices run out every so often and heard her give  faint 
moans of pleasure. "Oh, oh," she said after a point and then pushed me 
aside.  "Your getting better, but I've got to go potty. Come."  I went with 
her to the bathroom  and helped her pee like I had done before. While she 
sat waiting for the pee to come  she looked up at me and I gathered some 
tissue paper in my hand. I heard the flow and then Charlotte said,  "some 
day I'll let you catch my pee right in your mouth."

I heard the words "thank you, Aunt Charlotte" come out of my mouth but I was 
in a state of shock. I couldn't imagine how I could possibly do such a 
thing.

"You'll just have to lie on the bed and I can pee in your mouth. Of course, 
you don't have to swallow it. But if  you want to it won't hurt you." I was 
reeling with fear at her suggestion. "As much as I'm impressed with your 
nice behavior, I don't fully trust you enough. I don't want to reward you 
too soon."

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said with no emotion.

"Its a kind of connection that will bring us very close. You'll also be able 
to see where the pee comes from and feel it on your tongue."

In a state of desperation, I said, "I'm afraid to do that Aunt Charlotte."

"I know its too soon. But we'll see how you feel in a few days."

"OK, Aunt Charlotte."

Charlotte got up and I wiped her off.

"Now you can come lie on the bed. You're arms must be tired. We'll try it a 
different way."

I climbed back on the bed and she had me lay down on my back with my head in 
the center of the bed. She straddled me facing my feet and shoved her vagina 
into my face and started sliding it up and back. In a second I knew beyond 
any shadow of a doubt that it had been Charlotte who had raped me a couple 
night earlier.  As Charlotte ground and wriggled her vagina  over my wet 
lips, I started to cry.  I think it was mainly the realization that Ethel 
was truly an active accomplice of Charlotte's. All her talk about conspiring 
with me and protecting me, was all rot. She obviously was there to help 
Charlotte conquer me, to help me keep my guard down.  The more Charlotte 
rubbed her vagina on me, the more agitated she became. I kept crying and 
eventually began to sob; that is, whenever I could get some air. I do not 
think that Charlotte was concerned with my feelings. I was pretty sure that 
she could hear me, but if anything she worked her hips  harder and harder 
and  faster and faster. She let out a series of gasps and exclaimed,   "oh 
my lord in heaven," and "oh God," as she began spasming in orgasm.  When she 
was done, she climbed off me and lay down on her side facing away from me.

After a few minutes she said, "you're whimpering. Why are you whimpering?"

She sat up and said, "come here to my tit little baby and tell mommy what's 
the problem." She forcibly took my shoulders and arranged me so I was 
resting across her with her nipple at my mouth.

She had never addressed me as a baby before and I was startled by the sudden 
shift in our relationship. I avidly began sucking her nipple, but making 
sure not to hurt her  and felt immediately calmed.

"Tell mommy whats the matter," Charlotte repeated herself. "Why is my pretty 
Vickie crying?" Charlotte touched my eyes to wipe the tears away.

"Aunt Charlotte, the woman who raped me sat on me just the way you just 
did."

"She did?"

"Uh, huh," I said.

"So you think I raped you?"

I saw a chasm opening up in front of me. A black pit with no bottom. "No, 
no, Aunt Charlotte. I would never think that you raped me!" I said with as 
sincere a voice as I could.

"Well I did rape you." Charlotte said, "well to be more exact, I raped 
Greg."

"You did?" I said incredulously.

"Yes, I did, and your Aunt Ethel helped me."

"Isn't rape a terrible thing Aunt Charlotte?"

"It would be to women  or girls. But Greg? Really, now."

"But,..." I could not make sense of her logic.

"Greg was a monster. A boy carrying a girl around inside him. Your so-called 
rape was an act of liberation. It let out a really wonderful little girl so 
she can shine in the full light of day. Just look at yourself now. You're  
pretty and feminine. Your girlish instincts are  strong. I just marvel at 
your transformation.  You're far better at being a girl than any girls I 
know. Its the rare girl who is delicate enough and sincere enough to be a 
vagina princess. It fits your nature like a glove, and I know how happy you 
now are to have found yourself." Charlotte looked at me smiling. "So do 
really think it was a rape?"

"No, Aunt Charlotte."

"And aren't you in love with being a vagina princess?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."

"Good, because you know that you're no prisoner here. The doors are wide 
open as you know only too well. Being a vagina princess is voluntary. Of 
course, I have to take blame for letting you have at my vagina, but I  do 
enjoy our closeness. And you do love my vagina don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said, but I did doubt that what she was saying 
was true. At least I still felt a raw pain. Did she have the right to rape 
Greg?  It seemed to me that it had to be wrong. And everything that happened 
afterward. It was becoming a blur to my memory. She did not keep me locked 
in the apartment. I was no prisoner. I could go to ballet class and to work 
with the bras. So maybe I was more than a vagina princess.

"Tonight when the ladies are here, you can be vagina princess to all of 
them. I'm sure they'll be delighted and relieved that that awful Greg is 
gone."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte."  What did she mean by being vagina princess to 
all the ladies? What could that be like? Going to the bathroom with each of 
them? Licking  them all?

"I'm getting sleepy. One more trip to the bathroom and then we should go to 
sleep."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte."

I accompanied Charlotte to the bathroom once again. She brushed her teeth, 
and I helped with her peeing. When we were done, she yawned and led me back 
to my bedroom. She had taken off her nightie and was naked.  The thought of 
being alone scared me a little, and I wished that she would sleep with me.

"Aunt Charlotte, would you sleep with me?"

She laughed. "Thats for little babies. Are you a little baby?"

"No, Aunt Charlotte."

"I didn't think so. You're a big enough girl not to be afraid of the dark."

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."

"Take off my bra and girdle. You can wear them again tomorrow. And you can 
keep the boobs if you want. I think I do prefer you with a figure, despite 
how much it does not fit your maturity. I'll fetch you in the morning before 
I go to work, good night."

"Good night, Aunt Charlotte," I called after her.

I stepped out of the girdle but left the bra on with my breasts. It was nice 
having them again. I hadn't realized how much I had missed them.  I put on 
my nightie and climbed into bed. I was unable to fall asleep, and lay awake 
for what seemed like hours.    I cried most of that time.  Especially when I 
thought about Lei and what she might think if she could see me.  At one 
point I collected the dolls sitting on a shelf in the room and carried them 
into bed with me. Though I tried to suppress the thought, I remembered 
Charlotte's offer to let me collect her pee in my mouth. The image I formed 
in my minds eye was frightening, and I went alternately in and out of a 
feeling of panic at the thought that one day she would announce it was time.

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In the morning Charlotte  carefully instructed me how I was to make the 
roast: what temperature to cook it at, when to start it, and how to make the 
rest of the dinner. It didn't seem  hard and I told myself that I'd try my 
hardest  to do a perfect job.  Besides the girdle and bra from the evening 
before, Charlotte  had me wear a black corset  around my torso. She said it 
would narrow my waist and heighten my beauty.  She  worked for ten minutes  
forcing the clips on it to close at one more level than fit naturally. It 
meant sucking in my stomach, breathing out and finally fighting back tears 
as Charlotte  got angry, as if it was my fault it was so hard to get on. 
When it was finally on, she fetched black hose that I slid up my legs and 
attached to garters dangling from the girdle, as well as  a tight, black 
leather mini skirt that I squeezed into. Finally  she  had me wear a tight 
black elastic top. To her credit I had to admit that I felt more like a 
woman than I had done up to that point. I felt like I was all bust and that 
my bottom was full and curvaceous.

After she left for work, I spent an hour cleaning my room and the kitchen 
and then sat in front of the TV and watched some soap operas. By midday I 
stopped noticing the corset and it even felt a little natural to wear. It 
was certainly true that Charlotte was never going to stop surprising me. I 
could not get over how  nonchalantly she talked about raping Greg.  It was 
safe to say she really did not see it as wrong. Well she was certainly right 
that I'd not be Vickie today if my inner girl hadn't come out. If  my inner 
girl had been living in Greg all these years, then maybe my inner boy is now 
living in Vickie and maybe he was hurt to hear that he had been raped.  
Would he want to come out again? Not this summer as long as Charlotte was 
around, that was for sure.

I ate lunch and cleaned up after myself. There was still hours until 
Charlotte would be back. She had told me that I was to clean her bedroom, so 
I went in and made her bed and straightened up. There was not much to do, 
she was very neat. I went to examine the layette. There was everything one 
could want for taking care of babies. Cloth diapers stacked up, several 
outfits and a pile of ruffly plastic pants. I looked at the crib and noticed 
a cute mobile of stuffed bears, one blue, one pink, one red and one yellow. 
I was about to go when it occurred to me that the crib seemed unusually 
large. I took another look at the baby clothes and realized that they also 
seemed strangely large for a baby.  An image of Ethel dressed like a baby 
came to  mind and made me laugh. It was clearly best to  not even think 
about what twisted logic Charlotte would have for keeping a crib in her 
bedroom, and one so over-sized as well.

I sat down in the living room and glanced at one of the lingerie magazines.  
I was free to go. Charlotte had said that. Maybe I should be brave and just 
go. I got up and walked to the front door. Of course I had no boys clothes 
to wear. But that would not matter - I looked like a convincing girl. I 
gazed at myself in the hall mirror. I was sexy. The tight top grabbed at my 
breasts and displayed them prominently.  Even my bottom filled out the skirt 
and looked kind of cute. It was nice being a girl. I think Charlotte really 
did appreciate me now. I think she had taken quite a risk in trusting me as 
her vagina princess. It was kind of subservient, I had to admit. But I liked 
the idea of making sure her vagina was happy. Once that was taken care of  I 
had all the freedom to do whatever I wanted. Ballet, helping Ms. Pauley - 
maybe even doing some  research again. The thought was pleasant. I finally 
had all the time I wanted as long as I was available for Charlotte's vagina. 
  Crazy thoughts. It was wrong to be a vagina princess. It had to be. I had 
to do something about it. I went to the phone. I'm going to call Linda and 
tell her everything, I decided. Maybe I should tell her in person. Yes, that 
was much better. Ill just go to her apartment and ring the bell and then 
tell her everything! She'll understand what I've been through. I imagined 
the different expressions on her face. Of course, she would forgive me once  
she understood everything. And then we would plan how to tell my parents. 
The main thing is that she will see that she hadn't made a big mistake by 
ending her relationship with Mike for my sake!

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end Charlotte's Niece Chapter20A
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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