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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 20B
With rapidly beating heart I got my purse and made sure my key was in it. I
quietly slipped out of the apartment into the hallway and walked to the
elevator and pushed the "up" button. I heard the elevator move and then it
opened in front of me. I started to panic, but then got a grip on myself and
entered and pushed the button for Linda's floor. I've got to do this. It
can't be right to be a vagina princess. Mom and dad would scream bloody
murder at me for being so stupid. The elevator slowed and stopped and the
doors opened. I walked out and headed right to her door. I hesitated a
second and then saw myself ring the bell. It was clearly best not to stop
to think. It was like going into a swimming pool when the water was cold.
Just dive in, don't stop to summon courage, because it only does the
opposite.
I heard footsteps and then the door opened. It was Linda. She looked
absolutely beautiful. My heart leaped to my throat.
"Hi Linda! Its me!" I said excitedly.
She looked at me strangely and then behind her a man appeared. He was
physically a lot like Mike. Taller than me, with wide shoulders and a
handsome, natural smile.
"Oh hi, Greg."
She sounded much less than enthused. She turned around and said to the guy,
"Steve, this will take just a moment, OK?"
"Sure Linda," and Steve turned around and walked away.
"What do you want?" Linda said with effort.
"I wanted to...Look Linda I'm sorry to bother you," I said and turned to
walk away.
"Jesus!" Linda said with exasperation and then her voice softened, "Greg,
come back here. Don't go."
I stopped and turned around.
"I know you're a good person, Greg, but it just looks to me like you've made
a life choice that pretty much excludes me. Look at you today! A little
nymphet. You'll look so cool down on Bleeker street but not as my boy
friend!
"You don't understand Linda. Its something I don't have to do. I mean I'd
rather not do this if I could be your boy friend!" I amazed myself at my
courage in saying that.
"What a ridiculous thing. You'll become a boy to be my boyfriend, and if not
you'll be a girl. Can't you realize how stupid that sounds!"
"It's more than that. It has to do with Charlotte. I mean Charlotte doesn't
have me as a prisoner. I'm free to go! But..."
"But what Greg?"
"I need help to go!" I could not explain it any clearer. I needed Linda to
take care of me, or else I could not leave Charlotte. No, I needed Linda to
force me to be Greg. Then I'd definitely be Greg. I was sure of it.
Linda started looking impatient again. "Look, I've got this new friend Steve
you just met. I'm in the middle of something."
"I need help." I said in the tiniest of voices. I had a vision of Charlotte
inviting me to drink her pee.
"To tell you the truth Greg, I've got to go. And I'm not sure that its such
a good idea if you come by again. Its true that I sort of fell for you, I
know the girls told you that, but after seeing you in a tutu and now as
Madonna, I don't know what else to say. And I think that Steve is probably
the kind of guy I really need. He's strong, really together. Makes me feel
like a woman. I know you don't think so but this is hard for me to."
I was crying quietly and partially turned away.
"Look. I can say this much to you. Get yourself straightened out completely.
Become a guy full time and if you come to NYU next fall, look me up and
maybe we can be friends, or get to know each other enough to be friends. But
the hard work is for you."
The door opened and Steve was there. He looked at my tears and partially
closed the door. "One second Steve," Linda called after him.
"Give me a hug," Linda said, and I fell into her arms and embraced her.
"I know I could love you," I said.
"If its inevitable, it will happen," Linda said.
"What about ballet class?" I said.
Linda looked at me. "I really don't think you should go except as a boy."
I nodded my head, "I guess you're right."
Linda smiled, turned away and went back into the apartment.
*************************************************
I moved like a zombie back toward Charlotte's apartment. Inside, I lay down
on the sofa and took a nap. After a half hour I awoke with a start and
realized that I had better put the roast in the oven. While I did so, I
decided that certainly Charlotte loved me and that that was probably
something I had better not lose.
*************************************************
Promptly at six Charlotte appeared with Angela Pauley, Sara Gence, Rita
McCain and Gladys Sontag. It was hard to believe that only one week had
transpired since I had last seen them.
"My God, Charlotte! What a difference a week makes!," Ms. Gence said,
"he's absolutely darling!"
"He's not a he, ladies, let me introduce you to my niece Vickie!"
"Marvelous, Charlotte," Ms. McCain said, "and in a corset, and what a chest.
She looks so fine in that outfit."
"I had the pleasure of Vickie's help at Macy's bras yesterday. She was a
gem!" Ms. Pauley said.
I didn't know what to say and I blushed profusely and did a little curtsy to
the ladies.
"Its become such a pleasure having her here," Charlotte said. "Well, you
all remember what a problem Greg was."
"You scolded him in the kitchen, didn't you?" Ms. Gence said.
"Yes. Where Greg was belligerent and unthoughtful Vickie is kind and
considerate. Where Greg was selfish, Vickie is devoted and generous. Aren't
you, my dear?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, and may I get the drinks now for you and the women?"
"Of course," Charlotte said. She led the women to the living room and they
sat down while I went from one to another asking them what they wanted.
Everyone want martinis, so I left to prepare them in the bar area.
"You know you're a genius, Charlotte, transforming the boy into a precious
girl. And so fast!"
"We had a few rough spots this weekend - I guess the last dying gasp of Greg
- but he's been snuffed out - you can rest assured of that. I'm sure Vickie
wouldn't give him the time of day if he appeared. Would she?" Charlotte
called out to me.
"Oh no, Aunt Charlotte."
I heard the ladies laugh.
"When did she get such a set of tits?" Ms. Sontag said.
"That crazy Ethel took Vickie on a shopping spree. She said it was a
touching moment when Vickie discovered that she could have big boobs. You
can't imagine how much they mean to her."
I finished with the drinks and brought them over to distribute. It was true
that I liked wearing the tight back blouse that accentuated my breasts.
"Aren't you concerned about later?" Ms. Sontag said.
"I was thinking the same thing Charlotte, Ms. Gence said, "after Greg or
Vickie's parents come back. What then?"
I felt suddenly extremely hot and distressed, and wanted to hide.
"Yes I feel concern for Vickie. How she will explain to her family her
preference for being my niece. Isn't that true dear?" Charlotte said looking
at me.
Tears started coming down my cheeks.
"Come here Vickie" Charlotte said. "See how she cries! Its really very
touching. She cries at the drop of a hat. Maybe putting her in black wasn't
such a good idea. She's a very female girl - all pinks and lace and ruffles.
Its just too hard for her to play a sophisticate in black!"
"May I get a tissue?" I asked Charlotte.
"Of course, run along and get a tissue and definitely fix your make up!"
I went to my bedroom and stopped just inside the door to listen to the
ladies.
"She'll do anything I ask," Charlotte said. "It makes her happy to serve, I
really haven't done anything to encourage it. Its just her nature."
"You're too modest Charlotte."
"No, but I will concede that it took some effort to get the girl inside of
Greg to appear, but when she did it was very easy from then on."
"How does she serve you?"
"I'll give you a demonstration when she comes back."
Was it in my nature to serve Charlotte? I couldn't tell. Since I did not see
any alternatives to being her vagina princess, it did not seem to matter
much what the truth was. Then why did I feel anxious about what Charlotte
was saying? I got a tissue and blew my nose and dabbed at my eyes and put on
fresh lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and shadow. I stared in the mirror for a
long time. I barely noticed the corset anymore. It seemed like part of me
along with the large breasts. But she was right about the pink. I didn't
think I could live up to being the kind of girl implied by the black leather
miniskirt and corset. Maybe that was a young Charlotte, but I was a
different kind of girl. Impulsively, I picked up my vial of perfume and put
some on and then went back to the living room.
"Whew! Perfume," Angela said.
"I'm sorry I felt like wearing some perfume. Is it OK Aunt Charlotte?"
"Sure, sure," she said, "now tell the ladies whom who've become."
"You mean being your vagina princess?" I asked. Charlotte nodded her head.
"Vagina princess? What's that?" Ms. Sontag said.
"I help Aunt Charlotte. It depends on what she signals me to do. There are
different things I do." I felt embarrassed.
"Like what?"
"Things with her vagina, Aunt Charlotte's vagina." The ladies starred at me
expectantly. I could see Charlotte about to say something. "Like I help
clean it when Aunt Charlotte goes pee pee. And I also..."
"How do you help with her peeing?" Ms. Sontag said.
"I help her in the bathroom. I help her pull down her pantyhose and panties
and then I get some tissue paper and clean her vagina after she pees. And
then I help her get dressed."
"Charlotte, you actually got her to..."
"Vickie loves it, don't you?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"That's what she does if I hold up three fingers. Now tell the ladies what
one finger means."
"With one finger I try and make Aunt Charlotte feel good."
"How?"
"I lick her vagina to make her feel good." I heard one of the women make a
sound sort of like a gasp. I could see the women looking back and forth at
each other.
"Very good, Vickie, and now what is two fingers."
"I haven't done that yet. Its when Aunt Charlotte is having her period. I
guess I'll help her change her pad?"
"Tampon," Charlotte corrected.
"Her tampon, but I don't know how to do that."
"Are any of you on your period?" Charlotte asked the ladies.
"I am," Ms. McCain said.
"Then let Vickie change your tampon."
"Well I was going to change it before dinner."
"Good, we'll give Vickie her first lesson on tampons."
Charlotte led us to the main bathroom where Ms. McCain stood in front of the
toilet.
"First Vickie will help you with your underclothes."
Ms. McCain was wearing a tailored gray skirt, nude hose and shiny black high
heels. I got on my knees and reached up under her skirt to the top of her
pantyhose and pulled them down.
"Just below the knees," Charlotte said. "Good, now the panties."
I reached back inside her skirt and gently pulled her panties down. They
were white.
"A thong!" Ms. Gence said and laughed, "we had no idea!"
"Yes, Sara, I like thongs!" Ms. McCain laughed.
"Vickie is wearing a thong also," Charlotte said.
While I held her skirt up, Ms. McCain sat down on the toilet seat and spread
her legs. She took the skirt from me. I could see her pubic hair. It was
dark, thick and curly.
"Do you see the string dangling from Ms. McCain's vagina?" Charlotte said.
"No, Aunt Charlotte."
"Look more carefully. I can see it."
I moved my head closer and still didn't see it. I reached out my fingers
toward her pubic hair to feel for the string, but stopped when I suddenly
saw it.
"Oh, I see it now!" I said excitedly.
"Victory!" Charlotte said shaking her head. "Good. So now you get some
tissue paper ready and then you'll pull the old tampon out by the string
and catch it in the tissue paper."
I got a hold of the string and pulled on it. "Nothing is happening!" I said.
"Pull harder, dearie," Ms. McCain said.
I did as she said and felt a slight movement. "Its moving now!"
"Good girl, good girl!" Charlotte said.
The tampon slid out and I saw that it was covered with brownish red blood. I
dangled it in front of me and then carefully captured it in the tissue
paper. It was warm and soft.
"Put it in the trash," Charlotte said and I put it in a nearby garbage pail.
Charlotte handed me a new tampon in a wrapper.
"Now is the tricky part. You've got to take the new tampon out of its
wrapper and insert it into Ms. McCain's vagina."
I had no clue how to proceed. I looked up at Ms. McCain and she said, "let
me get it ready for you and show you how."
"Thank you Ms. McCain."
She took off the wrapper and explained how I was to hold the tampon outside
of her vagina, then insert it at the right angle, and then push on the
outer applicator forcing the tampon inside.
"The most important thing is the alignment. Its got to feel right. An
improperly placed tampon is really annoying!"
I couldn't see how I could be expected to know the right angle. Ms. McCain
saw my hesitation and said, "you push, I'll guide? OK?"
"Thank you Ms. McCain."
I slowly pushed in the tampon while Ms. McCain kept her fingers on top of
my fingers.
"That's very good," she said to me. "Excellent!" I pushed on the applicator
forcing the tampon to release inside.
"Whoops!" Ms. McCain said. "Just missed. I'll have to try again with
another!"
Horrified I turned to look up at Charlotte. "I'm so sorry, I tried my best.
I thought it was OK!"
"Its all right, Vickie. Its your first time. You'll get better in practice."
Ms. McCain pulled out the tampon I had helped with and took another out of
her purse. "Look," she said, and I watched as she swiftly aligned and
inserted the new tampon. "Voila!"
"Enough of that today. You'll get plenty of practice during my next period,"
Charlotte said.
"I think she did very well for her first time," Ms. Sontag said.
"I certainly agree," Ms. Gence said.
I helped Ms. McCain raise her panties and pantyhose and when I was done she
gave me a hug. "Just adorable Charlotte. You've got yourself a wonderful
vagina princess!"
"Don't I know it!"
*********************************************
I served the dinner to the ladies seated around the dining room table. When
I finally sat down to begin eating my roast beef Charlotte said to me, "I'm
sorry honey but I'm anxious for you to get to know all our vaginas. Anyway
I'm sure you've been equally well looking forward to it!"
"Has she now?" Ms. Sontag said.
"Just hold up one finger for Vickie," Charlotte said.
Ms. Sontag put down her fork and raised one finger toward me. "Like this?"
she said.
I looked at her. She was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her auburn hair was
spread out across her shoulders. Her nails were perfectly manicured with red
nail polish.
Charlotte gave me a look as if to say "what are you waiting for?"
I got up and said, "how Aunt Charlotte? Here?"
"It'll be a nice diversion while she dines." Charlotte's eyes indicated the
table and it dawned on me that she wanted me to go underneath the table.
"Oh, OK, Ms. Sontag," I said. I was hungry and after just tasting the
delicious roast beef I craved finishing my meal. It will have to wait I said
to myself, as I squat down and then leaned forward going onto all fours. I
felt my skirt hiking up and pulled it down as best I could. The corset and
bra tugged at my side and I felt the weight of my large breasts pushing
downward. I worked my way under the table next to Ms. Sontag until I was in
the center, and then turned around to face where she was sitting. It was
kind of dark but I could make out her legs in her pantyhose and the hem of
her skirt. It was somewhat awkward, but I was able to reach my hands up
inside her skirt till I was just at the top of her pantyhose.
"Wait, wait, Vickie, let me loosen my skirt," Ms. Sontag said, "and then
I'll get up so you can lower my underwear." She pushed her chair back a bit
and I felt her hands undoing a side button of her skirt. Then she forcefully
pulled down her pantyhose and panties past her bottom until I could grasp
them and pull them down to her ankles. She laughed and said, "oh that feels
so funny."
Her vagina lay in the shadows between her legs. I moved my head forward and
bumped it slightly on the table. I clearly could not get all the way to her
vagina unless she spread her legs wide and moved herself up to the edge of
the seat. She seemed to sense my need since I felt her slide forward and
then my face was right in her pubic hair. I began licking it the way
Charlotte had coached me.
After a few minutes I shifted my position by tucking my legs up and to the
side and leaned against her legs. I licked her steadily and gently and
concentrated on orienting myself in her vagina. It was a different one than
Charlotte's - smoother and more elastic. Initially there was a musky odor
and a slight sour taste, but they went away as my saliva filled her. I
wondered if maybe it was the taste of pee or maybe some other liquid that
women give out.
Ms. Sontag shifted in her seat and her left hand snaked down underneath the
table and gently took up position on the back of my neck. Her fingers
stroked me tenderly and ran through the hair on my neck. Her hand ever so
slightly pushed my head up tighter into her vagina.
Above me was conversation and I could tell from the sounds that Ms. Sontag
was still eating using her right hand only.
"Look at Gladys, she's getting flushed in the face," Charlotte said.
"No joking Charlotte, I don't know what you released upon me!"
There was some tittering laughter and Ms. Gence said, "Gladys, you'll have
to save some for us."
"In your dreams!" Ms. Sontag said and she pushed harder on my head. The
women laughed loudly.
"Don't worry about that," Charlotte said, "Vickie would be happy to do it
all night if you gave her the chance!"
"I don't know how much longer I can..." Ms. Sontag let out a sigh and I
felt a new wetness entering her vagina.
"Well I think that thats enough Gladys, its time to share the wealth," Ms.
Gence said
"Oh, OK I guess I shouldn't be a hog, but she's so, what can I say?
Exceptional?" Ms. Sontag pushed her chair back and leaned over until I could
see her face from underneath the table. "That was so sweet, my dear. Thank
you!"
I smiled at her and started to lift up her panties and pantyhose. "Its OK
honey, I'd better do that, I wouldn't want to risk a run." I heard Charlotte
say, "Show Vickie one finger Sara," and then a few seconds later I saw a
hand appear with one finger pointing at me. I worked may way over to Ms.
Gence. She was wearing black slacks. I reached up her legs to search for a
button when she pushed back her chair and stood up. The next thing I new her
pants fell down to her ankles and a moment later her white panties joined
them and she quickly sat down. I then fell into licking her.
My stomach growled and I thought of my roast beef. Hopefully I'll get a
chance to eat it later I thought. Ms. Gence's vagina had a different taste
and feel than Ms. Sontag's and it was different from Charlotte's also.
Maybe every vagina was different. I felt Ms. Sontag's clitoris swell up
under my touch. It seemed to be much larger than Charlotte's and more
responsive.
"Isn't she marvelous Sara," Ms. Sontag said.
"You know, she's like a little puppy dog."
"I know what you mean for sure."
The phone rang and I saw Charlotte's chair move back. She got up and walked
to the bedroom phone. In a few minutes she came back and sat down.
"You look upset Charlotte. Who was that?" Rita said.
"It seems our little darling here ignored my instructions not to visit with
the older girls. Apparently Vickie paid a visit this afternoon to Linda and
she called to tell me that she was disturbed to see Vickie parading through
the building looking like Madonna."
"Madonna? Really?, Gladys said, "you know, come to think of it, there is a
resemblance."
The women laughed.
"She also suggested that Vickie would not be welcome at ballet class, as a
girl."
My tongue was frozen on Ms. Gence's vagina. How could Linda do such a thing?
Well I guess she is worried about me. She must care about me still.
"I'll have to straighten out Vickie later."
"Don't be too hard on her," Gladys said, "you shouldn't do anything to upset
such a perfect little vixen."
"Au contraire Gladys, there would be no Vickie if I did not set out a
direction for her to follow, and expect her to follow it. But there is no
cause for us to worry about this now. Tonight I want you to take full
advantage of our little less than perfect vagina princess. Next week you can
be certain she will be perfect."
I had a funny thought just then. If I could lick on Ms. Gence's vagina
forever then I might escape whatever punishment Charlotte had in store for
me. But, as if in answer to a prayer, Ms. Gence said, "I'm sure she only saw
Linda because she has no other friends. In fact, I have the perfect
solution. I'll bring over my young cousins Phillipe and Felicity who are
visiting from Boston. Phillipe is 13 and Felicity is 11, perhaps they are a
little young but they are precocious and should make nice playmates for
Vickie."
"You know Sara, you're probably right. Yes, its a splendid idea. I had been
thinking of getting her some younger playmates."
"Good then its all settled." Ms. Gence bent down and under the table and
said, "you hear that dear. Tomorrow we'll have some friends for you to play
with."
"Thanks you Ms. Gence" I said.
"Good, but I see that Rita has her panties in a twist waiting for you to pay
her a visit!"
"Just give her the signal," Charlotte said, and then I saw Ms. McCain's hand
appear with a finger pointing at me.
End of Chapter 20
(c) 2003 by Pamela
VickieTern@AOL.COM
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