Girdle
I’d had a strange relationship with my mother. On one hand she was kind and loving towards me; at other times, she would lose patience with me and show her anger (in words, never violently). One could understand her skewed emotions. She had lost her husband of more than 20 years to a prolonged and painful ailment. As she never remarried nor found a new partner, it became just we two - a strange and volatile relationship.
One summer, when I had just turned sixteen, she decided I would need to move out for a few months - until she got her head straight. She intended to pack me off to my aunt Alice, who lived in the ‘burbs. She and my mother had maintained cordial relations over the years and we knew her well. Something of a libertine, she exuded sexual energy and dressed in a rather provocative fashion. I adored her. And when she agreed to take me in – with provisos, of course – I was ecstatic.
The fateful day came.
I took the train to the outer west and she picked me up at the station. “Good to see you, Gene,” she welcomed me. “We’ll have a fine time together.”
Her house was modest but tidy. Tucked in the back was a spare room with a single bed – that’s where I would be staying. That evening, after a good meal, I decided I needed to go to bed. Alice, who was wearing a short aqua nightie and peignoir, led me by the hand to my room. Her perfume wafted over me as she kissed me tenderly on the cheek. That night, I dreamt only pleasant dreams.
Up early, as was my habit, I was surprised to find Alice busying herself in the kitchen. We had scrambled eggs on toast and strong, hot coffee.
“I have to get ready, darling,” she said. “I’ll be back shortly and we can do some shopping.”
She glided back to her bedroom but oddly left the door slightly ajar. I certainly had no intention of spying on her; it was simply that I was curious.
I watched in amazement as she undressed and then began to dress for the day. Lifting a bra to her breasts, she fastened it at the front, then swivelled it around. She had beautiful tits, firm and round like apricots – I began to get aroused. Next item was a pale blue panty girdle with three graters on each leg. It had lace panelling around the edges and front and seemed a little too small for her as she squeezed into it. Nevertheless, it seemed to fit perfectly once in place. Now perched at the end of the bed, she lifted a pair of nude seamed stockings and began unrolling them over her long smooth legs. Once or twice she would lean towards her cheval mirror, adjusting the hose so the seams were straight. Now she sat down at her makeup table and began to paint her face. I watched in interest as she applied each colour and layer until her face was aglow with beauty.
Suddenly I sneezed.
Alice turned towards the door and saw me. Strangely, she didn’t seem perturbed. Instead of chastising me, she beckoned me inside and I sat on the bed.
As if she hadn’t been interrupted, she carried on dressing. I felt my eyes swivelling.
“Enjoying the show?” she purred. “Young boys like you love watching pretty women getting dressed, don’t you?” I nodded; my voice had suddenly dried up.
“We can fix that. And we can have lots of fun.” She smiled but with a hint of cruelty playing on her lips.
“How would you like to be a girl?” she asked, almost matter-of-factly. “I can make it happen easily and you’d pass beautifully.”
As my face lit up, she knew I wanted it. Needing no second invitation, I tore my clothes off. Alice surveyed the skinny youth in front of her. “Nice body,” she remarked. “But a little too hairy. Come with me and we’ll fix that.” We trotted off to the bathroom where she filled the bath, added foaming bath salts, then helped me in.
I leant back in the hot, bubbling water – almost promiscuously – but she would have none of that. Wielding a razor, she shaved me from head to foot, although I was spared my face as I had no beard. Wrapping a towel around my dripping body, she roughly rubbed me dry. “OK Genevieve, back into the bedroom. (So, Genevieve was to my new name!)”
“Why don’t we go out together once I have transformed you,” she laughed. “Glamourous ladies out shopping.”
My mind raced. This was the stuff of fantasy – I had often wondered what it would be like to be a girl.
Alice interrupted my reverie. “Come on, Genevieve darling. “Let’s get you dressed up.”
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She held my hand and led me to her room.
“I’ll get you some pretty lingerie, a dress and heels. I’ve got a nice blonde wig and I’ll transform your face.”
She rummaged around in her chest of drawers and gathered a handful of underwear: black lace panties, a matching padded bra, a girdle just like hers only in pink, black seamed stockings and a wispy nylon slip.
“Let’s get you into these pretties, my pretty one,” she purred.
Slowly and methodically, she arrayed me in the finery – it felt good, very good and there was a pleasant tingle between my legs, the bulge disappearing between my legs.
“Now for a nice frock. Let’s see.” She slowly picked her way through the huge collection of dresses in her wardrobe before lighting on a little black crepe dress: it came down to above my knees, flared pleated skirt, buttoned up at the back and long puffy sleeves. She produced a wide red belt which would cinch my waist in.
I struggled to put it on. With Alice’s help, I stepped into it and wiggled it up my legs, and pushed my arms into the sleeves. She did up the buttons and the dress felt smooth and snug on my body.
“Ah, that’s a nice fit,” she decided. “Now for some bling!”
She slipped bracelets over my thin hands and clipped a pair of hooped earrings onto my lobes. Her smile broadened. “Getting their. How does that feel?”
“Very feminine,” I answered. I can’t wait to see myself in the mirror!”
Soon, soon, my pet. First makeup and wig.”
She had me sit at her vanity where a vast array of bottles, jars and creams crowded the table.
After painting my nails a cherry red, slowly and methodically, she set to work on my face. I watched in rapt fascination as each layer was applied: concealer, foundation, contour, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara – I didn’t realise it was such a magical process. Adding to my ardour was the smell of her perfume; she dabbed some on my wrists and behind my ears.” Always put scent on the parts you want to be kissed.”
Finally, she hauled down a round case from the top of the wardrobe, producing a blonde wig. She brushed it out and slipped a mesh cap over my head, so it wouldn’t slip. She fitted it carefully onto my head: it tickled. I noticed it was a dirty blonde hairpiece, bangs at the front; tight, shoulder length curls at the back.
“Wow, you’re looking like a tart already,” she joked. “Now legs out for some heels!”
I modestly drew my smooth legs together. “These should fit.”
Alice shoe-horned me one-by-one into a pair of red, pointed, patent leather heels. They weren’t very high, which was lucky because I began to topple when I stood up. She grabbed me by the shoulders and led me around the room. “Heel, toe, heel, toe – that’s it, you’re getting the hang of it.” Soon I was clattering along the parquet floor like a supermodel – well, an ordinary model, although many would disagree.
“And now you’re Genevieve! Look up at me.”
I raised my bowed head and took a long look at the new me. Breathless, I almost fainted at the sight that greeted me.
“Hmmm! NOW you’re a pretty girl.”
I was entranced by my appearance, swaying side to side, skirt flaring, as, breathlessly, I took it all in.
“So, how d you like being a beautiful girl? Nice change, isn’t it? I could eat you up.” She planted a light kiss on my cheek.
“No time for self-indulgence: you can see yourself all day.”
She brushed down my skirt then adjusted hers.
“Shall we go shopping and get a bit of lunch? Maybe play around a bit.”
I nodded eagerly.
“Let’s go then.’ She handed me a cute red handbag and shouldered her own then led me through the front door to her to her car.
I struggled a bit to get in with all the restrictive clothing. “Just do’t spread your legs,” she advised. “Don’t want anyone peeking at your panties, do we.”
And off we drove to the mall.
Jayne Insayne
One summer, when I had just turned sixteen, she decided I would need to move out for a few months - until she got her head straight. She intended to pack me off to my aunt Alice, who lived in the ‘burbs. She and my mother had maintained cordial relations over the years and we knew her well. Something of a libertine, she exuded sexual energy and dressed in a rather provocative fashion. I adored her. And when she agreed to take me in – with provisos, of course – I was ecstatic.
The fateful day came.
I took the train to the outer west and she picked me up at the station. “Good to see you, Gene,” she welcomed me. “We’ll have a fine time together.”
Her house was modest but tidy. Tucked in the back was a spare room with a single bed – that’s where I would be staying. That evening, after a good meal, I decided I needed to go to bed. Alice, who was wearing a short aqua nightie and peignoir, led me by the hand to my room. Her perfume wafted over me as she kissed me tenderly on the cheek. That night, I dreamt only pleasant dreams.
Up early, as was my habit, I was surprised to find Alice busying herself in the kitchen. We had scrambled eggs on toast and strong, hot coffee.
“I have to get ready, darling,” she said. “I’ll be back shortly and we can do some shopping.”
She glided back to her bedroom but oddly left the door slightly ajar. I certainly had no intention of spying on her; it was simply that I was curious.
I watched in amazement as she undressed and then began to dress for the day. Lifting a bra to her breasts, she fastened it at the front, then swivelled it around. She had beautiful tits, firm and round like apricots – I began to get aroused. Next item was a pale blue panty girdle with three graters on each leg. It had lace panelling around the edges and front and seemed a little too small for her as she squeezed into it. Nevertheless, it seemed to fit perfectly once in place. Now perched at the end of the bed, she lifted a pair of nude seamed stockings and began unrolling them over her long smooth legs. Once or twice she would lean towards her cheval mirror, adjusting the hose so the seams were straight. Now she sat down at her makeup table and began to paint her face. I watched in interest as she applied each colour and layer until her face was aglow with beauty.
Suddenly I sneezed.
Alice turned towards the door and saw me. Strangely, she didn’t seem perturbed. Instead of chastising me, she beckoned me inside and I sat on the bed.
As if she hadn’t been interrupted, she carried on dressing. I felt my eyes swivelling.
“Enjoying the show?” she purred. “Young boys like you love watching pretty women getting dressed, don’t you?” I nodded; my voice had suddenly dried up.
“We can fix that. And we can have lots of fun.” She smiled but with a hint of cruelty playing on her lips.
“How would you like to be a girl?” she asked, almost matter-of-factly. “I can make it happen easily and you’d pass beautifully.”
As my face lit up, she knew I wanted it. Needing no second invitation, I tore my clothes off. Alice surveyed the skinny youth in front of her. “Nice body,” she remarked. “But a little too hairy. Come with me and we’ll fix that.” We trotted off to the bathroom where she filled the bath, added foaming bath salts, then helped me in.
I leant back in the hot, bubbling water – almost promiscuously – but she would have none of that. Wielding a razor, she shaved me from head to foot, although I was spared my face as I had no beard. Wrapping a towel around my dripping body, she roughly rubbed me dry. “OK Genevieve, back into the bedroom. (So, Genevieve was to my new name!)”
“Why don’t we go out together once I have transformed you,” she laughed. “Glamourous ladies out shopping.”
My mind raced. This was the stuff of fantasy – I had often wondered what it would be like to be a girl.
Alice interrupted my reverie. “Come on, Genevieve darling. “Let’s get you dressed up.”
#####
She held my hand and led me to her room.
“I’ll get you some pretty lingerie, a dress and heels. I’ve got a nice blonde wig and I’ll transform your face.”
She rummaged around in her chest of drawers and gathered a handful of underwear: black lace panties, a matching padded bra, a girdle just like hers only in pink, black seamed stockings and a wispy nylon slip.
“Let’s get you into these pretties, my pretty one,” she purred.
Slowly and methodically, she arrayed me in the finery – it felt good, very good and there was a pleasant tingle between my legs, the bulge disappearing between my legs.
“Now for a nice frock. Let’s see.” She slowly picked her way through the huge collection of dresses in her wardrobe before lighting on a little black crepe dress: it came down to above my knees, flared pleated skirt, buttoned up at the back and long puffy sleeves. She produced a wide red belt which would cinch my waist in.
I struggled to put it on. With Alice’s help, I stepped into it and wiggled it up my legs, and pushed my arms into the sleeves. She did up the buttons and the dress felt smooth and snug on my body.
“Ah, that’s a nice fit,” she decided. “Now for some bling!”
She slipped bracelets over my thin hands and clipped a pair of hooped earrings onto my lobes. Her smile broadened. “Getting their. How does that feel?”
“Very feminine,” I answered. I can’t wait to see myself in the mirror!”
Soon, soon, my pet. First makeup and wig.”
She had me sit at her vanity where a vast array of bottles, jars and creams crowded the table.
After painting my nails a cherry red, slowly and methodically, she set to work on my face. I watched in rapt fascination as each layer was applied: concealer, foundation, contour, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara – I didn’t realise it was such a magical process. Adding to my ardour was the smell of her perfume; she dabbed some on my wrists and behind my ears.” Always put scent on the parts you want to be kissed.”
Finally, she hauled down a round case from the top of the wardrobe, producing a blonde wig. She brushed it out and slipped a mesh cap over my head, so it wouldn’t slip. She fitted it carefully onto my head: it tickled. I noticed it was a dirty blonde hairpiece, bangs at the front; tight, shoulder length curls at the back.
“Wow, you’re looking like a tart already,” she joked. “Now legs out for some heels!”
I modestly drew my smooth legs together. “These should fit.”
Alice shoe-horned me one-by-one into a pair of red, pointed, patent leather heels. They weren’t very high, which was lucky because I began to topple when I stood up. She grabbed me by the shoulders and led me around the room. “Heel, toe, heel, toe – that’s it, you’re getting the hang of it.” Soon I was clattering along the parquet floor like a supermodel – well, an ordinary model, although many would disagree.
“And now you’re Genevieve! Look up at me.”
I raised my bowed head and took a long look at the new me. Breathless, I almost fainted at the sight that greeted me.
“Hmmm! NOW you’re a pretty girl.”
I was entranced by my appearance, swaying side to side, skirt flaring, as, breathlessly, I took it all in.
“So, how d you like being a beautiful girl? Nice change, isn’t it? I could eat you up.” She planted a light kiss on my cheek.
“No time for self-indulgence: you can see yourself all day.”
She brushed down my skirt then adjusted hers.
“Shall we go shopping and get a bit of lunch? Maybe play around a bit.”
I nodded eagerly.
“Let’s go then.’ She handed me a cute red handbag and shouldered her own then led me through the front door to her to her car.
I struggled a bit to get in with all the restrictive clothing. “Just do’t spread your legs,” she advised. “Don’t want anyone peeking at your panties, do we.”
And off we drove to the mall.
Jayne Insayne
6年前
