Then she took me into her arms and pulled my head to her soft breasts and said, "Now Ray, I don't mind, and I'm sorry for barging in on you like I did – I'm just not used to having you here."

"Please don't tell my parents," I begged.

"I won't," promised my Aunt, "I could see that you really liked wearing the panties. Would you like to tell me about it?"

"This is really embarrassing," I blurted out, "And my life would be ruined if anybody knew."

"You are young," said Aunt Mazzie, "And trying to find your way in life. Maybe the panties suit you better than your boy underwear."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I had to make sure. "So it's okay if I wear your panties?" I asked.

"Ray, it's okay if you wear any of my clothing down there," she said, "They sure don't fit me anymore."

I smiled and she picked up on that and took things even farther, asking, "Would you like to dress completely as a girl?"

"I would love that!" I said, without taking the time to think. Perhaps I spoke too soon – she might think there is something wrong with me.

"There's lots of work to do today," she said, "After you are done working outside you can clean up and you can dress as a girl – I'll pick out something nice for you."

After working outside all day I was dirty and sweaty, and badly needed a shower. Aunt Mazzie stopped me from going downstairs to shower and told me she had a bath drawn for me. She led me to her bathroom where the large bathtub was filled with bubble bath. That got me in a girlie mood immediately. "Take your clothes off and get in," she said, "I have a surprise for you."

I waited for her to leave but she didn't. I then realized that she wanted to watch while I got undressed, which was arousing but also made me nervous. I had never been naked around others since I was quite little.

Aunt Mazzie was patient with me, and just waited. I undressed and quickly turned away, wanting to hide my erection. Aunt Mazzie insisted that I turn around, which I did with some embarrassment. "I see that you have a little problem here," she said, and cups my balls in her hand and took hold of my small cock in the other.

Nobody had ever touched me like that before and my climax washed over me and I shot my cum into her hand. I felt like I had done something wrong and quickly blurted out "Oh I'm sorry – I didn't mean to ..."

"Now that's just fine," she stopped me, "Don't you feel much better now?"

I quickly nodded in agreement and Aunt Mazzie withdrew her hand and washed it in the sink.

"I know you need relief often," she continued, "And I want you to always feel comfortable coming to me."

As I bathed she handed me a razor and said, "That has a single blade, so it won't clog with your hair – we should shave off all your body hair, which will make you much more girlie."

I started to realize that I really liked the idea of becoming a girl – it was much more than just dressing. I shaved my legs and arms, and under my arms. Aunt Mazzie had me stand up and she looked me over carefully, finding a few hairs that I had missed. I had already shaved the hair above my cock, but she told me to stand with my feet apart as she delicately shaved a few hairs from my balls.

As she helped me dry off, I realized that I felt very comfortable being naked before my aunt. She led me to the bedroom, where she had laid out several different bra and panty sets. She had me try on the panties, after a couple of pairs found a nice lavender pair that fit well and hid my cock nicely. She helped me put on the matching bra, which was unfamiliar at first, but she showed me a trick of putting it on backwards at first, hooking it in the front, and then rotating it around and putting my arms through the straps. It was really nice for her to show me how to dress – I would never get this kind of support at home!

Aunt Mazzie took a couple of her nylon stockings and rolled them up, stuffing them in each of the bra cups. "That will have to do for now," she said approvingly, "We'll get you some breast forms at the mall."

"You can get them at the mall?" I asked in amazement.

"Things have changed a lot," explained my aunt, "Five years ago they were only available in shops specializing in transformations, but now JC Penny's carries them."

She then had me sit on the bed and instructed me on how to put on stockings without damaging them. It seemed that they were very fragile, but I loved the way they felt against my smooth skin. She told me that they were called "thigh highs" and would stay in place by themselves, but later I might want to wear a garter belt, which most men really liked.

I hadn't thought about being with a man (or boy) before, but now began to wonder what that would be like – would they like me? Would I like them? What would sex be like?

Next Aunt Mazzie put some makeup on me – that seemed to take a long time – she said in time I would learn to do this myself. She smiled as she put lipstick on me, and then brushed my hair, forming it into a more feminine style. "We'll need to get your hair styled to be really nice," she said, "But you have some nice hair to work with."

She then had me stand before a full length mirror and I was amazed to see a girl looking back at me! Aunt Mazzie noticed my surprise and said, "You femme up very nicely – I can't wait to see how many boys you attract!"

I felt excited at the prospect that a boy would find me attractive and actually want me, but also a little nervous about it.

Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)