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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!





