Aunt Caroline's Girdle
by
Pamela ([email protected])
"Where did you get that?"
"Get what?" I said to my wife Linda. The tone of her voice caused me to become instantly anxious.
"This girdle."
I looked up at her and she was holding a white panty girdle.
"Oh, shit," I said to myself with an awful nervous flash running down my spine and into my stomach.
"I found this in your suitcase Blake, wrapped up inside your dirty laundry."
We had just returned from a visit to Aunt Caroline in Tampa. She was Linda's and mine favorite aunt, now about 60 years old and widowed for many years. I don't know how I could be so stupid as to get caught with the girdle.
"I'm sorry Linda, it's your aunt Caroline's."
"What? You stole her girdle?"
"Well, yeah, but not exactly."
"What do you mean by that?" She glared at me with a look that filled me with terror.
"You know the dresser upstairs in the guest room where we stay?"
"Yeah?"
"Well in the dresser are some girdles which I'm sure she never wears and I took one."
"Took one? Why in heaven's name did you take one of her girdles and how do you know that she never wears them?"
"Because they're been there every trip we've made to her house and they never change. So I figured that she just stores them up there."
"Just stores them up there? So you can just steal one of her girdles? And you hide it in your dirty laundry?"
"You weren't supposed to find it."
"What else have you stolen?"
"Nothing! Just the girdle."
"What else did you steal?"
"Nothing!" The truth was that I had taken one of Aunt Caroline's bras the year before. It was now hidden downstairs in the basement of our house. I had seen that Caroline had some old bras in the dresser besides the girdles. They had been there like the girdles since the first time I had stayed in the room, three years earlier.
Linda looked at me and said, "you haven't answered me. Why did you take Caroline's girdle?"
I hung my head and said nothing.
"Do you want to wear it?" she said harshly.
I nodded my head.
"Do you have any other girls clothes?"
I shook my head violently. I was way too frightened to tell her about the bra.
"So I won't find anything lying around the house?"
"This is the first and only thing I took," I lied.
"Shame on you. Shame on you for stealing from Caroline. Shame on you. Shame, shame, shame!"
"I'm sorry Linda."
"You're sorry? I'm a lot sorrier than you are, than you'll ever be."
"I am so sorry."
"I don't know what's going to happen to our marriage Blake. I don't want a husband who's preoccupied with my aunt's underwear."
"I'm sorry Linda."
Linda looked at me with disgust.
"Jesus Blake. I don't know what I'm looking at here, but the one thing I do know is that we're driving back to Caroline's and you're going to return her girdle to her and you're going to apologize to her for stealing it!"
I couldn't believe my ears. "What? Why Linda? She doesn't know its missing. I could sneak it back next year when we visit. She'll never know its gone."
"Pack your bag, and then you're calling Caroline to tell her we're coming back."
"But what I can I say to her?"
"Say whatever you want. But when we get there you're going to return her girdle to her and ask for her forgiveness!"
"Anything but that," I pleaded.
"Call her."
***
Aunt Caroline was an attractive woman despite her 60 years of age. Her skin did show some signs of aging and one had the sense that her bra was essential to keep her otherwise large sagging breasts in place. Nonetheless she maintained a quiet and graceful femininity that men could not help but find attractive. When I told her on the phone that we had forgotten something in her house that we would have to retrieve that morning, she seemed a bit puzzled but not at all put out by the thought of us returning so soon. We would only stay for one night, in any event.
I was sick to my stomach the whole way to Aunt Caroline's. I couldn't believe that Linda would make me go through with this, but she never wavered and I had no choice.
In the car Linda said, "have you ever worn my clothes?"
"No," I said vigorously.
"Well why not?"
It seemed so obvious to me why and I said, "your clothes would never fit me."
Aunt Caroline's bra size was 36D and fit me reasonably well. Her girdle was sized 1X which was a bit snug on me but not terribly uncomfortable. I had tried it on to make sure it fit before I had stolen it.
"You make me so mad I could punch you," Linda said.
"You're scaring me," I said.
"Good," she said.
A while later she said, "men who wear girdles are sissies."
Try as I might I couldn't think of a way to contradict her statement.
"So you're a sissy. I've been married to a sissy all these years."
"I haven't really been a sissy."
"Oh, right, you just became one now. Do you take me for an idiot?"
"No."
"You've obviously been wanting to wear girdles for a long time. Am I right?"
I didn't answer the question.
"I take that as a yes, and so why did you never mention you have a thing for girdles?"
"I've tried so hard to be a good husband for you. It's just one little slip up." I felt profoundly sorry for myself and began to whimper.
"The amazing thing is how I didn't see this coming. You've never been much of a man have you? You're not strong, you've always been afraid of me. Other men don't see you as being the kind of guy they want to hang out with doing manly things." She laughed to herself, "you don't even have a man cave. Imagine you having a man cave." She laughed some more. "You could wear your girdles in there and pretend you're a girl. Surely you must have a bra somewhere. I can't believe you'd get a girdle before a bra."
My whimpering turned to crying now.
"Oh shut up Blake. I'm the one who should be crying."
***
When we got to Caroline's house she let us in. Without wasting a second Linda told her that I had something I needed to say to her.
"What would you like to tell me?" Aunt Caroline asked smiling. "Do you need to search for something? Is this about losing your marriage band here?"
"No Aunt Caroline," I said. I looked at Linda with imploring eyes. Please, please let me off the hook I tried to communicate. I'll do anything. Linda scowled at me and I looked back at Caroline. I was wearing my nice slacks and a tweed sports coat. Linda had insisted I dress up for my confession. "We actually did not leave anything here. It's just that I took something. I have to get something from my suitcase," I said and went and fetched the girdle.
"Did Blake steal something!" Caroline said with alarm to Linda.
"You'll see," Linda said.
When I returned I could see that Caroline was puzzled by the white folded up cloth in my hand. "Please Linda!" I said under my breath.
"Do it," she hissed.
"What do you have there?" Caroline said.
I averted my gaze from her and I said, "Its a girdle. It's your girdle. I'm so sorry Aunt Caroline. When we were just here I took your girdle."
"A girdle? The thing you stole is a girdle?" Caroline said with amazement.
"You see, its your girdle. I took it from upstairs where I found it in a drawer."
I opened up the folded girdle so she could see what it was. She said, "my underwear? You stole my underwear? My girdle? Why did you want my girdle?"
She looked into my eyes and I didn't know what to say. I said, "I wanted a girdle and I didn't know where else to get one."
"But why do you want a girdle?" she said.
She really seemed to not know why and I said, "I wanted to wear it. I was curious what it felt like to wear a girdle."
"Curious? Curious about my underwear? Why were you curious?"
"I don't know Aunt Caroline."
"Do you still want to wear my girdle?"
I hesitated and Caroline said, "tell me."
Disarmed I said, "well, yeah, I guess I still am curious."
"I think you must know why you're curious about girdles," Caroline said.
She was a church going lady who went every Sunday and most of her friends were church going ladies. I imagined that most of them wore girdles of some sort.
I looked at Linda as if she could offer me some help, but I could see that she was angry as hell. Probably she hated me for putting us in the position we were in.
"I like the way they look, I guess."
"The way they look?" Caroline said. She held up the girdle to take a look at it. It was plain white and had a little lace trim around the leg openings and on the edges of a shiny diamond-shaped panel on the front. "What do you like about the way my girdle looks?"
"It has some lace on it. That's nice."
"Lace? You like lace?"
"Lace is pretty. I mean I like lace. I think its pretty."
"So you like my girdle because it has pretty lace?"
I nodded my head.
"But what does that have to do with wearing my girdle?"
"I don't know Caroline. I guess if I wear it then I'm wearing pretty lace," I said.
"So you just like wearing pretty lace?"
I was boxed in corner. "Yes, I guess I want to wear some pretty lace." I felt myself blushing.
"Does it have to be on a girdle?"
"I don't know Caroline. I like lace, pretty lace, and the girdle is pretty because it has lace on it. And then I suppose I was thinking that if I wear it, I'd be pretty also."
"So you think that if you put on my girdle you'd be pretty. Pretty, because of the lace on it? Do you really think that?"
I turned to Linda not knowing what I should say. Perhaps I was hoping she would say that I would look pretty with a girdle on. Instead Linda made a sound of disgust.
Caroline turned to Linda and asked, "what do you think about this?"
"I'm so ashamed I could die," Linda said. "I know I don't deserve this. I'm married to a sissy. Well, I don't think I'll be married to a sissy very much longer."
"You're going to leave me?" I said with horror.
"Leave you? You bet! I'm sorry Caroline that I've dumped this problem on you. I thought the most important thing was to have Blake return your girdle and apologize. But I can see now, this is mistake. I can't deal with this idiocy. Come on Blake. We've wasted enough of Caroline's time. I'm going to take you back home so you can start looking for an apartment."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Linda!" Caroline said, "you need to calm down and regain your composure. Yes, this is a shocking revelation about Blake, but you need to cool off. You've been married, what, four years now? Surely you owe it to Blake to think this through carefully. Look, I can see that you need time away from each other. That's clear."
"I don't need more time to think about my pervert husband," Linda said.
"Hush, Linda!" Caroline said sternly. "Something this important needs time to reflect upon. You have a lot of history with Blake and if you decide that this revelation means you must divorce him, let it happen but only after you can truly say to yourself that you came to this truth via sober thought and cool emotions."
Linda's anger noticeably subsided and she said, "OK Aunt Caroline, I can see you're right."
"Good, dear, I'm sure you'll be happy that you take some time to reflect upon this. Why not have Blake stay here with me for a few days. That will give you a chance to think things through completely."
"You don't mind having him in your house?" Linda said.
"No Linda. While I'm not pleased with what he did, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and experience first hand what he might want to say about his actions. In any event, there's plenty of room here, you know that."
"I can't thank you enough Caroline," Linda said and went over and hugged her. She even shed a tear or two, then she scowled one last time at me and headed to the door. "Whenever you want to send him back, put him on the bus and I'll deal with him up there."
"Goodbye Linda," Caroline said. "Calm down and drive carefully. I'll call you tomorrow."
***
With that I was alone in the house with Caroline.
"I'm so sorry Aunt Caroline," I said.
Shaking her head Caroline said, "no man has ever worn my underwear before. My dear departed husband Harry never did, I'm pretty sure of that. And now I find out that my sweet niece's husband is so concerned about feeling pretty that he steals my girdle? Is that an accurate picture of what we have here?"
"I'm sorry. I've said it a 1000 times that I'm sorry. It was a dumb sick thing I did and I've now ruined my marriage and you have every right to be angry with me also."
"I'm not angry, Blake, but like Linda, your behavior takes me completely by surprise. I'm not married to you, so I have no real vested interest in whether you prefer wearing my underwear or your own. But I have always been fond of you and I think that you're an attractive man in many ways that any woman can appreciate. That's why I want to get to the bottom of this."
"Thank you Aunt Caroline. I've always been very fond of you too."
We smiled at each other and Caroline even invited me over to give her a hug which I did. As she held me, she said, "poor mixed up boy, what are we going to do with you?"
I fought an urge to cry and when I felt a bit better I said, "thank you for helping me."
"I want to help both of you as much as I can."
It was lunch time and Caroline and I made sandwiches and then sat down to eat them. She asked me many questions about myself so as to fill in some of the gaps in her knowledge of my background. I found out many things about her past that I hadn't known about either. In college she had won some swim suit contests and had often dated star athletes such as her deceased husband Harry who had been a great quarterback. It was clear that I was not the sort of guy that she had much first hand experience with.
"I like you Blake. You're not like most of the men I've known. You've said more about yourself in this hour than I think Harry said in his whole life. He was the strong silent type, which is both good and bad."
"So maybe I talk too much?"
"No, I didn't mean to say that. You're the sensitive type, that's for sure. I am a bit surprised that Linda was drawn to you. She always impressed me as being like the way I was when I was young."
"But you changed, didn't you?"
"Yes, and there is hope for her, but she's young and she's obviously insecure about her role in your marriage as the female. I would have been fearful of a husband who wore my clothes too when I was her age, but now it's a different story. That's why I didn't blow up like Linda did. I think your interest in my underwear is, what can I say, a bit exotic or mysterious even? Something I'd like to find out more about."
Caroline looked me over and I said, "I'm really lucky that you have an open mind."
Caroline continued to look at me and I got increasingly nervous under her gaze. Finally she said, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I think that I ought to find out more about your motivations that led to this crisis. So why don't you slip into my girdle so I can see, I mean we both can see exactly what it is that you're imagining in your mind. For example, we can find out if it makes you look pretty or not."
"What?" I exclaimed, "put on your girdle? Here?" That was the last thing I was expecting her to say.
"You want to put it on," Caroline said, "so put it on. Let's see exactly what you were thinking about."
"I don't know about that Aunt Caroline!" I protested.
"I'm really trying to understand you Blake. I want to get to know you better than I do now."
"But you'll laugh at me, I'm sure," I said.
"No one is going to laugh at you," Caroline said.
I thought about it for a minute and said, "well if you think it's a good idea."
"I do," Caroline said.
"Well, OK I'll put it on." I felt my heart beating hard in my chest. I couldn't believe that she wanted to see me in the girdle. "Where can I change?" I said.
"Right here is fine," she said.
"But I'll be naked," I said.
"I assure you I've seen everything there is to see. So put the girdle on," Caroline said.
She gave me an odd look. I almost thought that the corners of her lips were tilted up in mirth. "Are you sure?" I said, "I don't really understand why you..."
She cut me off saying, "just do it. It'll be fine."
I wondered if she was trying to make fun of me. I prayed that wasn't so. It would be so hard to deal with. I took off my pants and underpants facing away from Caroline. Then I stepped into the girdle and began pulling it up my legs. I knew that it would only go up to about my thighs before I'd have to tug on it to get it to go all the way up. When the girdle reached my thighs Caroline told me to stand in front of her and when I did so, she began pulling the girdle up towards my waist. She didn't seem to be concerned by the sight of my penis. In fact, she was careful to make sure that it didn't get it caught in the girdle. I helped her pull up the girdle to my waist and when it was on I stepped back a few feet so she could see what I looked like.
"Come take a look," she said and I followed her into her bedroom where there was a full length mirror. "So you're wearing my girdle. There is some lace. It certainly gives you a womanly shape. Do you feel pretty?"
The truth was that I did feel pretty only it wasn't just the lace. It was everything about the girdle. It was about being in the girdle. About being in a girdle. About being in Caroline's girdle. About being in the girdle with Caroline watching. About the way it felt on me. And the thought that I might be allowed to be a bit feminine while I wore it.
My face was an open book and Caroline saw these emotions travel across it. She said, "its not just the lace is it? Its the whole idea. You want to be feminine. You want the feminine feel of the girdle. The thought that you wear a girdle like I do. Like the ladies in my church do every Sunday morning. The thought that you're wearing my girdle. That's what's making you happy. Isn't that true?"
I looked at Caroline not knowing how she could see so deeply inside my soul. I nodded my head. "You're right Aunt Caroline. I hunger for these feelings. It's why I had to take your girdle."
"If it's any comfort to you, I think you do have a girlish figure around your hips and thighs that my girdle accentuates. And the lace is pretty against the skin of your thighs."
"Thank you Aunt Caroline." A powerful surge of emotion ran through me and I ran to hug her again. This time I began weeping.
"It was wrong of you to steal my girdle and I'm very disappointed in you. But I think I'm beginning to understand you. The fact is you look good in a girdle. You've got the right body type for it."
I smiled and wiped my eyes. "You're so kind to me."
We stood silently for a few moments looking at my profile in the mirror and then Caroline said, "the girdle makes you move differently. I can see you trying to feel like you're a real girl. If you're wearing a girdle, and girls wear girdles then you're a girl. Is that how it goes?"
"Its like you know me inside and out," I said.
"Would you like to wear one of my bras also?"
I looked at her with surprise. "Wear one of you bras?"
"Yes. When I see a girdle like that, it's crying out for a bra to go with it. You look so half dressed. If you want we can get you fully dressed."
"Fully dressed?" I asked. I wondered if she meant that literally. It seemed impossible that she could. Even the suggestion of it rocked my mind like few things could. Caroline didn't answer and I saw that she had turned away. I wondered what she was thinking about and what her motives were. She seemed to be hoping that I'd say yes to wearing her bra, and I said, "if you want me to, I won't mind."
She turned to me and said, "I do want you to."
I looked up into her face and I could see that she was dead serious. "Sure Aunt Caroline. I'd like to wear one of your bras, if you think it might fit me."
"Since you fit my girdle, I think my bras will fit you too. Come, let's take a look at my bras. Maybe one of them will be nice for you."
She opened a dresser drawer in which she kept her bras, panties and what looked to be foundation garments. It was clear that she still wore girdles. "I've got underwire bras and some wire free bras. I'm a 36D. Do you see one that you'd like to wear with the girdle?"
Gazing upon her drawer of underwear I trembled with desire. I wanted to look at all her clothes.
"I know they're mostly plain, "Caroline said. "I don't go in for the sexy underwear like young girls wear. A few of the bras have some lace though and there is a pink one somewhere in there."
"I think your bras, panties and girdles are very pretty," I said. The bra I had stolen a year ago was a white, functional type bra that women wore when they were not concerned about "feeling sexy."
"You don't have to flatter me about my underwear. My breasts are heavy and I need a bra more for easing their weight on my chest than for being pretty." She lifted up the few bras on top to get a view further down. "Let's look at this one, its got some lace on it."
Caroline pulled out a white bra with some small lace trim. "It's an underwire. Most of my bras are underwires. They give more support. At least the lace on this bra will match the lace on the girdle. Do you know how to put on a bra?"
"I guess so," I said.
"Let me help you put my bra on," Caroline said, "you're probably not too good at it." She held it up for me to put my arms through the straps and then she clipped it behind me. "I have some falsies for you to wear," she said and retrieved two foam breasts from a box in her closet. "I wore these when I was teenager. I think I was 13 and my breasts hadn't started yet." She tucked one in each cup of the bra. "Now let's see what we look like."
We both gazed into the mirror and looked at my reflection. "See how nice it is having a white girdle and bra on. You could be a young lady dressing in the morning for work, or having come home from work and taken off your blouse and skirt, or pulled your dress off over your head. You could be a girl just like that, you know?"
I didn't know why Caroline was being so nice to me. Feeding my feelings. I felt terribly girlish and happy. It was fun being with her. She was kind and had always been my most favorite of Linda's relatives. "The bra makes me feel pretty," I said.
"You are pretty. You have a girls figure."
"I hope I do," I said. I thought about Linda and my deception all these years. This moment was what I had always craved. "To tell you the truth I feel a little guilty right now."
"Isn't it strange that a person can want something so much, and then when they get it they feel guilty," Caroline said.
"You're a mind reader Aunt Caroline."
"If my husband Harry, may he rest in peace, had had an interest in my underwear I would have been shocked. But of course Harry wasn't like that. Male and female roles were very regimented back then and if he ever had had the slightest interest in my underwear he'd have died rather than let me know about it."
"I guess I'm not a normal man," I said.
"Who knows what normal is. Who knows what Harry thought in his heart? I'm telling you this, because I truly don't mind that you love my underwear. It's kind of sweet that you find my girdles and bras to be pretty and I don't mind if you want to dress up and be pretty if that is what you feel like doing. Wanting to be pretty is not a crime in my book."
"You're so kind Aunt Caroline."
"You know, everybody has needs. Even old ladies like me have needs. Society often writes off women my age as being asexual creatures, but its not true. The conversation of my church friends and I can get pretty ribald at times. We have fantasies about men just like any adolescent girl does about boys." Caroline laughed and said, "are you surprised?"
"Yeah, I guess so, but I've never really thought about that. Anyway I don't see you as being old, Aunt Caroline. I think you're a very beautiful woman. I mean I'm definitely not surprised that you used to win beauty contests."
"Swim suit contests. I used to look great in bathing suits. The rest of it I wasn't so gifted," Caroline chuckled.
We were silent for a minute or two and then Caroline added, "its kind of silly, but I'm very flattered that you like my underwear. It makes me wish that I had spent more time trying to find pretty lacy bras and girdles for myself. You might even like them more than you like the underwear I do have."
"I don't know Aunt Caroline, I feel so happy wearing your bra and girdle, I don't know if fancier underwear would make me any happier," I said.
"Its worth finding out, since I do need my underwear and it would be a bit inconvenient if we shared it. Imagine us fighting over a bra in the morning!"
I laughed out loud. "I would always let you choose your bra first!"
"So you say, but to make sure we're both happy let's get you some very pretty things of your own. What do you think about that?"
"Can I? I would love to," I said.
"Good. First thing tomorrow morning we'll do a girls shopping trip. In the meantime I can't have you lounging around here in only a girdle and bra. You need to cover up."
"Should I put my pants and shirt back on?" I asked.
"Only if you want to. That's not what I was thinking of," Caroline said.
"What did you have in mind?" I said.
"I was thinking I'd look for something in my closet that you could wear. A blouse and a skirt maybe. Is that OK with you?"
"Of course," I said. "A blouse and skirt, oh my God!"
"I love how appreciative you are. Let me look, I'll find some things that fit you," Caroline said and disappeared into her closet. A minute later she came back holding a black woolen skirt and ivory colored blouse. "Put these on," she said. "Step into the skirt and I'll zip you up."
I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up around my waist. Caroline zipped it up and arranged it so the zipper was along my left side. I then put on the blouse and she watched as I buttoned up the front. It was a bit strange that the buttons were on the opposite side than my boy shirts.Then she had me tuck the blouse into my skirt. "Lift up your skirt and pull down the tails of the blouse. Good, that's the way to do it."
Now I sat down across from her. "Keep your legs together as you sit. Also smooth your skirt under your bottom as you sit so it doesn't get wrinkled." I stood up and sat down again the way she had instructed me.
"Now you're almost the perfect young lady," she said. "Of course you need pantyhose with a panty girdle like the one you are wearing since it doesn't have garters. Some of my other girdles have attached garters, and for those you'll need stockings. Let me get you an old pair of my pantyhose." Caroline went to fetch them from a dresser drawer. She also retrieved a pair of panties. "Pantyhose go on under your girdle. So take off the girdle, put on these panties, then put on your pantyhose and then the girdle. I know its complicated. Being a girl is a lot more difficult than being a man."
I did as she said. To get the pantyhose on straight took her intervention but they ended up okay. Then I slipped the girdle on over the pantyhose.
"Very good, dear," she said, "now you're looking like a proper young lady."
I walked back and forth a bit electrified by the wonderful sensation of pantyhose, a skirt and a silky blouse against my skin.
"What kind of skirt is this?" I asked.
"It's a pencil skirt," Caroline said.
"Do I need a slip with it?" I asked.
Caroline laughed, "no, you don't need a slip with this skirt."
I admired myself in the mirror for a few minutes. I could see that Caroline was smiling and proud of what she had helped accomplish. "I feel so comfortable, in a way I never feel in my boy clothes. Its like I was made for stockings and skirts, and wearing a bra feels so natural. Do you think I'm crazy?"
"You are who you are. I'm sorry that you've hurt Linda, but I know that you never intended to hurt her. And I'm sure that one day she'll understand that and you'll be friends again."
"I hope so," I said.
"I'll call her tomorrow and see how she's doing," Caroline said.
"I'm lucky that you don't care that I'm not a manly man," I said.
"It's not a question of my not caring, it's just that I accept you for who you are. Harry was a manly man and I loved him for that when we were married. I can also appreciate men like yourself who want to wear my girdles and bras. The thing is, even if you aren't a manly man, you're still a man where it counts, and I like that."
I wondered what she meant by the fact that my having a mans body counted. Counted for what? I was afraid that it would be rude to ask her so I remained silent for a minute and then I said, "I know I could love you." And then in a burst of emotion I said, "I do love you Aunt Caroline!"
Caroline looked at me in an odd way and motioned for me to sit next to her. I sat down and she put her arm across my shoulders and looked at me. I looked at her. I felt her arm pulling me in a bit closer to her. "You just keep on doing the kind of things you do that make you so charming," she said.
I saw her face move toward mine and I knew we were going to kiss. When her lips touched mine I melted into an insane happiness and let out a small cry of joy. It was a short kiss and our lips never opened up but it seemed to convey a lot. I wondered what lay ahead. She had hinted that my having a man's body was important to her. If for some reason she wanted it to hold or caress I would not object. In fact, I hoped she would take me, I would gladly give myself to her.
***
After a while Caroline made some dinner and I helped out. We stayed up talking and watching TV. When I started yawning, Caroline whispered, "come Blake, it's bed time."
"OK," I said yawning again. I moved toward the stairs to go to my room and she stopped me.
"I have a king sized bed. Let's sleep together. There's plenty of room."
"Thank you Aunt Caroline. I was a little bit scared to sleep by myself upstairs."
She took me by the hand to her bedroom where in the soft lighting she unzipped my skirt and took it off me. Then she helped me take off the girdle and pantyhose and the blouse so I was only wearing my bra and panties. She found a pink ruffly nightie that she put on over my head. "I'm going to let you sleep in my bra."
"Thank you," I said.
"Do you have to pee pee?" she asked. I nodded my head and she said, "go do that and remember that you should sit like a girl."
"I will," I said.
When I came back she said, "OK angel hop into bed." Sleepily I got into her bed and then watched as she undressed taking off her own skirt and blouse, bra and girdle. She went in the bathroom and I could hear her brush her teeth and then I heard the sound of her peeing. She came back wearing a simple blue night gown, turned out the lights and got into bed with me. "Good night sweetie," she said and I answered "good night Aunt Caroline." I snuggled against her and quickly fell asleep.
***
Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke. Caroline was awake and perhaps she had awakened me. In the pitch black of the bedroom I felt her hand on my thigh and then on my penis through my panties. She fumbled with my panties and then her hand was on my penis. The bed shook as she adjusted her position and then I felt her mouth on my cock. As soon as she started moving her mouth up and back along it I could hear her sigh with pleasure and then moan softly. The concept of what was happening was so strange that I wondered if I was dreaming. The pleasure was too intense for a dream and I felt her relentless sliding up and down on my penis leading me to climax. A few moments later I spasmed into Aunt Caroline's mouth. She swallowed my cum and I heard her say under her breath, "thank God, I've waited so long for that."
I was almost back to sleep when I felt her grasp my hand. She gently moved it towards her. Her night gown was hiked up and my hand landed on her silky panties. She whispered in a barely perceptible voice, "please?" I worked my hand inside her panties until they rested on her pubic hair. Then I slipped my middle finger inside her and slowly rubbed her clitoris. She was wet and I had no trouble arousing her. I heard her breathing increase and after a few minutes she let out a long sigh and then she gently pulled my hand away. "Thanks," she said and in a few minutes she was asleep.
I lay awake thinking of what this meant. Aunt Caroline was an amazing woman. She had many sides to her self that I had no idea existed. She had been very kind to me and it was nice that I had a way of repaying the debt. It was true that I had never been this happy with Linda. The thought of her depressed me and I turned my mind away from that to contemplate what pretty clothes I might find to buy on our shopping trip. I hoped Caroline would buy me some dresses. As I imagined what they might look like I dozed off to sleep.
***
The next morning I woke to the smell of breakfast and coffee. Caroline made me an omelet with bacon on the side. As we ate, Caroline in her blue night gown and me in the sexy pink negligee, we didn't say anything about what had transpired in the night. When we were done eating Caroline looked at me and said, "come over here."
I got up and walked around the table and stood next to her. "It's so cute having you in pretty pink lace. You're an absolute doll baby."
I blushed and smiled.
"About last night," she continued, and while she said that she reached her hand inside my nightie and into my panties and held my member. "I really enjoyed this thing of yours. It's a nice one." Her hand gently went around my penis and then onto my balls and then between my legs and onto my buttocks.
"Aunt Caroline," I croaked.
"I want to get a lot of use out of this thing."
"Yes, Aunt Caroline."
"Is that OK with you?" she asked.
"Yes, Aunt Caroline!" I exclaimed as her hand stroked near the top of my penis.
"Today I'm taking you shopping." She continued to rub me causing my legs to vibrate. "What would you like me to buy for you?" she asked.
I tried to talk but all I could say was "ummm, ummm, ummm."
"Would you like me to get you some panties?"
I nodded my head vigorously.
"Good. We'll buy you some panties. Probably panties with lace and bows. Delicate panties that girls love to wear. And what about some bras?"
I continued nodding and said, "yes, yes, oh God." Her hand was relaxed but persistent.
"There are many pretty bras we can get you. They make girls like you feel beautiful showing off your pretty breasts. You have such nice breasts. Young, girl breasts that just swell out of your chest with the prettiest puffy nipples."
I felt woozy with pleasure. Caroline continued, "and I know you want some girdles, is that true?"
"Ah, yah, ah, yah yah yah," was all I managed to say.
"What was that you said?" Aunt Caroline said, "I can't make it out?"
"Gir, gir, gir dull dull," I said. She had grabbed me firmly now and the pleasure was intense.
"Buy you some girdles? Of course, for a girl like you, we'll buy you some pretty girdles with matching bras. We'll get them with lace. Matching pink would be nice too, don't you think?"
"Oh yes Aunt Car..."
"We'll have to get you some nice hose to go with them. And of course some slips would be nice. Am I forgetting anything?" she said.
"Dresses!" I managed to exclaim.
"Of course, how could I forget? Yes, pretty dresses for you!. You're the type of girl who prefers dresses, the prettier the better. Am I right? We'll get you some dresses with nice full skirts. We'll need to buy you a crinoline to give them that puffy look that will be so perfect for your body and that you love so much."
I moaned loudly and Caroline said, "what was that you're saying? You want some pretty shoes? Of course and a nice handbag and lipstick and mascara. Everything for you."
My eyes were closed and I was gasping for air.
"Come sit down with me on the sofa," Caroline said and she led me along gently to the sofa holding my penis the whole time. She had me sit down and then she got down on all fours in front of me and put her head inside my nightie. She got my penis outside of my panties and I heard her say, "you are so beautiful and tall. My goodness I love these things." And with that, just as in the night she sucked me off.
When she was done she said, "oh Blake honey you've got such a beautiful organ. Did Linda appreciate it?"
I was still panting and when I calmed down enough to talk I said, "well she didn't really ever want to do that. I asked her a few times and she always kind of avoided the issue."
"She doesn't know what she was missing. You've got such an attractive one and I love your cute balls. Not all men have cute balls but you do."
While it was sort of flattering to have Caroline talk about me that way, it was not really my favorite line of conversation.
She must have sensed my feelings since she said, "would you prefer that I talk about your pretty ass and tits?"
I nodded.
"I'm sorry, I'll be more astute in the future. I just wanted to make sure you understand that this is as much fun for me as it is for you. I don't want you to ever feel guilty for enjoying our time together. I'm enjoying myself as much as you are."
"I know," Aunt Caroline.
Caroline stood up. "Today we're going to buy all those pretty things. But first, I want to show you a very pretty dress I have stored away in the closet. I wore it for a wedding many years ago. It has a ballerina skirt with several crinolines sewn in and a beautiful top. Come with me!"
The dress Aunt Caroline had in mind was a perfect shade of pink. Neither too light, nor leaning toward a wine color or toward a salmon color. No, it was just a perfect glorious pink with a tight bodice and full skirts and was decorated with lace and bows and puffy sleeves. A dress like a princess would wear. I marveled at its beauty. "Do you think I could wear it?" I said awestruck.
"Yes, or course. Try it on and you can wear it until we leave for our excursion."
I took off my nightie and put on the dress with help from Caroline. It was perhaps a tad short for me, but we had no trouble zipping up the back. "I can't believe how pretty it makes me feel," I said.
"You are so pretty in it. It's like your fairy godmother had it made for you. Maybe an event will come up where you can wear it. A ball perhaps?"
"At the prince's palace?" I said laughing.
"Why not?"
***
I spent the next hour admiring myself in the dress and delighting in how it felt. I would have kept it on all day, but I had to change into my boy clothes for the trip to the mall.
We shopped until we dropped. It was a terribly exciting trip as Aunt Caroline led me into the inner sanctum where women shop for clothing. Selecting bras, panties, slips and everything else brought me face to face with the way women see themselves and their bodies. I began to feel like I was a real woman shopping with her friend. I got bolder and bolder as the day progressed so that I even tried on some dresses in the fitting room of a department store. With Aunt Caroline at my side, I felt confidant and ignored the stares of women who were surprised as I tried on dresses looking for a good fit.
The last stop of the day was after a long drive to a store that sold breast forms. Aunt Caroline had me get 38C breasts that fit the bras that we had bought earlier. She had explained that I had to have breasts that matched my body. "We don't want you to be too flat or too big. Just a bit biased toward the sexy side without looking like you're pregnant," was the way that Caroline described her decision making.
When we returned home, Aunt Caroline helped me put my new wardrobe away in the upstairs room. She did allow me to go through her things stored up there and I picked out a few items of hers that I wanted.
Seeing the familiar dresser drawers prompted me to say, "I'm so happy I decided to steal your girdle. Getting caught was the best thing that ever happened to me."
Caroline smiled wryly and said, "I'm happy you stole it too, and while I'm sad that my niece has had her world turned upside down, I have to admit that I don't think she deserves a man like you."
It was shocking to hear Caroline say that, but I could see that if I ever was to stop feeling guilty for what I had done, then I would have to end up believing that I had nothing to be ashamed of, including helping myself to a girdle that Caroline no longer wanted.
***
The next day I got to try out some of my outfits and Caroline was very helpful in making decisions as to what bra and panty I should wear and what girdle and which of the several dresses we had bought I should put on. She even introduced me to make up and showed me how to put nail polish on my toe and finger nails. We also discussed what should go in my new pocket book and how I should carry it.
After lunch was a football game that she wanted to watch on the television and she invited me to join her.
"Sure, OK," I said without enthusiasm.
"You're not interested in football, are you?" she said.
"Well, to be truthful, I guess not," I said.
"It's OK, you don't have to like it," Caroline said. "What would you like to do instead this afternoon?"
I blushed a shade of red and said, "I was kind of hoping that you'd let me wear your special dress again."
"You mean my pink dress?" Caroline said.
"Yes," I said. "I didn't get to wear it much yesterday." The truth was, despite the fact that my new dresses were very pretty, none of them could match Caroline's pink dress in beauty and so I found myself wanting to put it on again.
Caroline chuckled, "sure honey. You can wear the party dress. You still need an activity, and I have the perfect one for you. You've seen my underwear drawers. There a mess. You could straighten them out for me. Empty them, then put everything back in all folded up and neat. How's that sound?"
"Can I? That sounds like so much fun," I said.
"I'm glad you find it exciting. It seems like such a nice project for you."
"Thanks!" I said.
***
Once again I put on Caroline's pretty pink dress and I sat down on the bed in front of her dresser and emptied out the panties, bras, girdles, stockings, slips and everything else onto the bed. I decided I would put her girdles back in first. Carefully, one by one I held up each girdle, checking to see if it was a panty girdle or an open bottom girdle and if it had attached garters or not. I checked the labels for their size and who made them. Then I folded each one carefully and lay it back in the drawer as neatly as I could. While I worked I could hear the football game going on in the other room.
After the girdles were completed, I then went through a large number of panties. Many were silky soft, and of every conceivable pastel shade. Many of them had some lace on them in one place or another. The panties I arranged unfolded one on top of the other into a very neat pile and put that back in the drawer. Next was slips both full slips and half slips. They weren't so easy to fold but I persisted until I had them neatly in the drawer.
I saved the bras for last. I was fascinated by each bra. They were of several different types but all were her 36 D size. For each bra I imagined Aunt Caroline's breasts resting in it and how that would look. There must have been ten bras, and like she said one of them was pink. It had some lace embroidery around the cups and I thought it was definitely her prettiest bra. I went in to the family room to tell Caroline that I had found the pink bra.
"I found your pink bra, Aunt Caroline, I think it's your prettiest bra."
She glanced at me and then turned back to the set and said, "in a minute honey, they're in the red zone."
I sat down next to her spreading out my skirts. Caroline groaned and said, "rats!" then turned to me. "They fumbled it away at the one yard line can you believe that? Now what is it that you would like?"
"I found your pink bra and I think its your prettiest."
Caroline laughed, "that's the urgent news? You're so cute Blake. I had to buy that bra for a dress I owned a long time ago."
"I wonder what it looks like on you."
"I don't know, it probably looks pretty good. I know how much you love pink."
"Can you put it on?" I asked.
"I'm watching the game honey. What about later?"
I must have looked disappointed since Caroline said, "OK, OK, I'll put it on for you, but you have to let me watch the game. Go fetch the bra."
I excitedly got the bra and brought it back to her. She took off her blouse and unhooked her usual white bra and then put on the pink one. I watched transfixed by every detail of the process. I particularly enjoyed watching her breasts as they released from the white bra and then the expert way she captured them in the pink bra. When the bra was on I said, "oh I think it is definitely very pretty on you."
Caroline laughed, "you are a silly girl."
I starred at her full bra. I marveled at how her breasts fit the cups perfectly. I slowly moved my hand out toward her and said, "may I touch your bra?"
"The game is resuming. Here, I know how to keep you busy." Caroline hiked up her skirt and then pulled down her girdle to her ankles followed by the pantyhose she was wearing. "Now get down on your knees right here," she said indicating a spot on the floor in front of her. I did as she said, being careful to lift up my skirt and crinolines before slipping down onto my knees. In front of me was Caroline's panties which she then pulled down to expose her vagina.
"Now go ahead and give me a good suck. That should keep you quiet for a while."
"OK, Aunt Caroline," I said and I moved forward placing my lips on her vagina and began licking and sucking it. I used my tongue to slip inside and outside of it and sometimes inserted a finger to give my tongue a rest. Every so often Caroline moaned a little and occasionally I heard her cheer something going on in the game. I got more infatuated with what I was doing the more I sucked. Caroline opened her legs further and slid down the sofa so that I had a good view of her pink bra. I used one hand to feel her breast while I licked her. At a commercial Caroline put the set on mute and leaned back further and closed her eyes. In a short while she moaned loudly and then I felt as she slid her vagina up and down on my mouth.
As I licked Aunt Caroline I imagined how pretty I must look in the dress. I was wearing one of my girdles and it was nice the way it hugged my hips and held up my stockings by the garters on my thighs. My bra cups were filled out by the breast forms giving me a womanly figure. I felt Caroline's hands on my back and sides, and then she lifted up a leg and rested it partly on my lower back. The game reached half time and Caroline muted the sound. She lay back and enjoyed the sensations. A few minutes later the phone rang and Caroline reached over to a nearby table and picked up a wireless phone from its cradle. I didn't know if I should stop while she was on the phone so I paused from what I was doing and rested my face against her pubic hair. After Caroline said "hello" a bit groggily, I felt her vagina tense up suddenly and knew the call must be an important one. In fact it was Linda calling and I listened as best I could under the circumstances.
I would have pulled away to listen better but Caroline used her free hand to prevent my head from leaving her and then she used her hand to indicate that I should resume what I had been doing. As I licked and sucked her I listened to her side of the conversation.
"I'm fine here. There is no need to worry. Tell me about what you've been doing and thinking."
"You've calmed down, that's good. I knew with a little bit of time and distance you would feel better and could think more clearly."
"Uh huh."
"Uh huh."
"I see."
"Well I think he's getting along fine. He's not any bother to me."
Caroline's hand went from the back of my head to massage my cheeks and forehead as I continued to lick and suck her.
"Of course, we've talked about the situation."
"He's feeling very guilty."
"Yes, I can see your point. It wasn't fair of him to harbor these thoughts and never tell you about them."
"Yes, you can talk freely with me."
"No, he's not here. He's out on an errand."
Linda appeared to say something for a long time with Caroline not saying anything. Then Caroline put her palm over the phone and moaned softly. A mini flood of liquid seemed to appear on my lips and tongue.
A minute later Caroline removed her hand from the receiver and said, "well Linda, that's quite a surprise to me and I'm sure it will really surprise Blake. Are you sure that's something you want to do?"
"My opinion? That's a big one Linda. I don't know what to say. I don't want to hurt either of you. But, well, I suppose you probably ought to move on. Blake will recover and he'll be fine, I'm sure of that."
"How can I be sure?"
"No, he didn't say that he wants to move on. I'm just extrapolating from what I've learned about him."
"Yes he confided in me."
"Well, for sure I found out he does love ladies underwear."
"Because he wants to be feminine Linda. It's that simple. He craves feeling feminine. The underwear is an important part of that. I'd guess that if he had the opportunity to wear a pretty dress, he'd do so."
"No, he didn't say that explicitly, but its not hard to connect the dots once you listen to him carefully."
"Yes, I know its his fault. No one will ever blame you for whatever you decide to do."
"Yes, honey, I love you too. Wait, I hear Blake coming back in. Do you want to talk to him?"
"Not yet? OK, then. I'll call you in a day or two. I love you, good bye."
Caroline hung up the phone. And closed her legs forcing me to pull back. "We've got to talk."
"What's happening Aunt Caroline" I asked with obvious fear in my voice.
"No need for panic. What's happened is, and I don't think Linda wants me to tell you about this just yet, but she's apparently decided to see a guy named Rob who's a divorced neighbor of yours. She claims she's had a crush on him for months but didn't act on it. She spent last night with him and she thinks she could fall in love with him. Do you know him?"
"Rob?" I said. "Yes, I know Rob. He's a neighbor. I see him jogging all the time. He drives an Alfa Romeo and works on it in his driveway, probably to show off his muscles."
For reasons I couldn't explain I found myself weeping.
"I'm sorry Blake," Aunt Caroline said.
"I've seen him at some neighborhood parties flirting with the wives."
"You poor dear," Caroline said. "Linda seems to need to be with a man who makes her feel feminine. Your gentleness and fragility must be a threat to something in her psyche."
With a raspy voice, fighting back tears I said, "you won't abandon me Aunt Caroline. Will you?"
"Never, Blake. You'll always be my girl and I'll always take care of you."
"Thank you Aunt Caroline, that makes me feel a lot better."
Half time was over and while Aunt Caroline settled back into the game I finished up with her lingerie drawers. When I put away the last pair of her pantyhose I started to feel like an enormous weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Rob would be good for Linda and Caroline was perfect for me. So everything had worked out well.
***
For the next few weeks we lived an idyllic life together. Caroline helped me learn how to bring out my feminine side and I was devoted to pleasuring her any and all ways that she wanted. I learned that Caroline had a busy life with many activities with friends as well as volunteering at a local elementary school. To fill my time I made a point of finding things to do outside the house. Eventually I would look for work, but first I wanted to continue to explore who I was. I wondered if there was an occupation I might fall into where I could wear a dress all the time.
The first few Sundays Caroline went off to church without me. But on the Sunday after I had been with her for almost three weeks she invited me to come along with her to church.
"Thank you," I said, "I'd love to go with you."
"I'm glad. I'd so love to introduce you to my friends. They've suspected that something is up with me, but they haven't figured it out yet. The time has come to show you off. I'm sure that they're going to absolutely fall for you just the way I have."
"Thank you Aunt Caroline. I'm sure you have the nicest friends."
"Of course, you've got to dress up for church," she said.
"Is my tweed jacket good enough?" I asked.
Caroline laughed heartily. "Oh, no, not as a boy. You'll come to church with me as my young lady friend. Your hair has been growing out. We'll take you to the beauty parlor tomorrow and get you styled. That will be so much fun. You'll love it. The ladies there will take you on as their project and make you beautiful!"
"Are you sure your friends won't be alarmed. I'd hate to embarrass you," I said.
"You can never embarrass me. I'm so proud of you! And you're so pretty why should I keep you all to myself?"
"What dress should I wear to church then?" I asked.
"Maybe the blue one. We'll figure it out, don't worry," Caroline said.
***
As she predicted, the ladies in the beauty parlor "ate me up." They thought I was cute beyond belief and encouraged me in every way to be as pretty as I could be. After a manicure and pedicure, my hair was done up with bangs and a nice graceful style that would fill in as my hair grew over the next few weeks and months.
The next day we got up early to get ready for church. Caroline helped me prepare myself for the occasion. I wore one of my new panty girdles with brand new hose, my blue dress with a full length slip underneath and a pair of black heels. I had a matching purse and as a final touch Caroline gave me a pretty hat I could wear like many of the ladies did.
Judging from the many stares I elicited when we entered the small brick church, I was either considered to be a surprising new guest at the church or else my sexuality was such as to cause everyone to take a second look. Caroline made a point of saying hello to everyone and introducing me as her friend Blake. Everyone smiled at me and shook my hand and I felt somewhat encouraged by the way the congregation seemed to be accepting me, regardless of what they thought about who I was.
Caroline had me sit next to her in her usual pew. To either side of us were her friends who were quite excited by my presence and were very gracious when Caroline introduced me to them. To our left was Janet and Felicia who were attractive, well groomed women who carried themselves very much like the way Caroline did. Two other ladies, Amy and Kate, sitting to our right were twin sisters who were pretty enough though they were a bit toward the plus-sized category. They seemed to be the kind of women that have been emboldened by the red-hat society to not fret about their weight. I was immediately intimidated by them when I saw them eyeball me from head to toe. Before I could react further the service started up and our attention was drawn to the reverend and a choir singing behind him.
While the minister droned on I spent my time studying the clothing choices of the various ladies in the congregation. The women were of many different ages, all the way from young girls wearing dresses that were not that much different from the pink dress I had at home, to many women Linda's age and then quite a few women that were older still. I tried to judge who might be wearing girdles and was lost in my thoughts about this important topic when Caroline nudged me to remind me that the service was over.
We filed out of the chapel and Caroline and I gathered with her four friends in one corner of the adjacent party room where coffee and cake was available.
"My goodness Caroline, what an absolutely beautiful creature you have here!" Janet exclaimed. "So this is your big secret. Wherever did you find him?"
It was clear to me that any thought I had that I was being regarded as Caroline's girl friend by the congregation wasn't true. They apparently could all see through my disguise, such as it was. I was humbled by how much courage Caroline displayed by bringing me to her own church and not being concerned how she would be regarded for having brought me.
"You've done him up so nicely. What a pretty dress Blake," Felicia said.
"Thank you," I said, "Aunt Caroline helped me pick it out."
"Aunt Caroline?" Felicia said to Caroline. "We didn't know you had a nephew."
"Blake is Linda's husband," Caroline said. "It seems that after Linda and Blake's last visit to see me, Linda discovered that Blake had pilfered one of my girdles."
"A girdle?" Felicia said.
"Really?" Kate said.
"Yes, a girdle," Caroline continued. "So Linda made him return the girdle to me and confess his sins and then she departed for home. From what we hear from Linda it looks as if I've ended up adopting him."
"We're sorry to hear that Blake," Felicia said.
"Thank you," I said.
"From the looks of it Caroline, you've done a lot more than adopt him!" Kate said and all the ladies laughed heartily.
"You've dressed him up in such pretty clothes. I daresay you should have given us warning that you had adopted this adorable boy," Amy said.
Kate took my hands and while talking to the others said, "he's so precious Caroline. A pretty dress, stockings and heels. Make up. Look at his pretty pink nails." She looked at me and said, "you are so pretty."
I blushed and was unable to say anything.
"Look how coy he is. Caroline, he's scared to death of us. It's so cute,"
Kate said.
"He is a gentle creature," Aunt Caroline said, "and sadly Linda could not appreciate that. He's been such a pleasure to have around the house. You can't imagine his appreciation for all the finer feminine things."
Kate and Amy exchanged glances and Amy said, "I shouldn't have to be the one to say it Caroline, but you've got a glow about you that you didn't have a few weeks ago. Fess up. What is going on with you and Blake?"
"Nothing! Why do you ask?" Caroline said, suddenly red in the face.
"Gosh, Caroline, even Felicia and I can see that you've been smoothed out," Janet said. "Tell us what you two have been doing!"
"Have you been robbing the cradle?" Amy said.
Aunt Caroline became even redder in the face.
"There's all the proof we need," Kate said.
"Well we all think its absolutely divine that you've found a nice young man," Felicia said.
"Lord knows we've all been looking for one," Janet said and the ladies laughed.
"We are so happy for you," Felicia said.
"Yes of course we are," Kate said, "but of course you should share the wealth. How can you keep such a marvelous creature all to yourself?"
"I'm afraid that I have to agree with Kate," Janet said.
"We're all in agreement, you've got to share Blake with us," Amy said. Then she turned to me and said, "darling, how would you like visiting us? We would love for you to come calling so we could enjoy how pretty you are."
"Thank you," I said. "I would like to get to know all of Aunt Caroline's friends."
"See Caroline. So how are you going to share him?" Kate asked.
Aunt Caroline said, "Blake honey, are you sure you don't mind visiting these ladies?"
"I have no objection at all, Aunt Caroline. It's probably a good idea for me to circulate so maybe I could become a friend to all of your friends. They seem like such nice ladies."
"I don't know about nice," Caroline teased, "but I can see that they won't take no for an answer. As long as you don't mind I guess it will be good for you to know other ladies. It will broaden your outlook and who knows maybe you'll get some new ideas for outfits."
"You're so magnanimous Caroline," Felicia said in an exaggerated mocking tone.
"I have to look out for Blake. He's really very delicate. A tea cup even. So please ladies play nice with him!"
With that, we headed back toward our cars. On the way to the parking lot, I walked with Kate and Amy. "We have a collection of beautiful corsets that we would love to show you," Kate said.
"Really?" I said.
"Yes, really," Kate said.
"I don't know much about them," I said.
"Well then, it'll be a perfect learning experience."
"Great!" I said.
"Good," Amy said, "we'll go arrange a time with Caroline for you to visit."
"I will really look forward for to it!" I said and the two ladies smiled at me.
The End
***
Next on the agenda: "Kate and Amy's Corset"
Kate and Amy's Corset
by
Pamela ([email protected])
Note: This is the sequel to "Aunt Caroline's Girdle"
Midweek after my Sunday appearance at church, the phone rang while I was
cleaning up the dinner dishes. I could hear Caroline in the next room
talking.
"Yes, Kate, Blake is doing just fine, thank you."
"Oh you would would you? He's doing the dishes now."
"Yes, very well trained, Kate."
"OK, I'll ask."
"Blake dear?" Caroline called to me.
I turned off the sink water and said, "Yes Aunt Caroline?"
"It's Kate on the phone." Caroline put her hand over the receiver and
continued, "she wants to know if you'd like to spend tomorrow evening
with her and Amy? Actually she says she could return you the following
morning if an over night visit is OK with you."
"I would love to visit them if you don't mind. We talked about a visit
at church. But if it would upset you at all, then I definitely wouldn't
want to go."
Caroline smiled. "Posh! Ít won't upset me. As long as you're comfortable
with an overnight visit, its OK with me. While I'll miss you, I think
its good for you to see how other people live, and it's just one night
after all. Kate and Amy go way back with me, and if you can give them
pleasure by paying them a visit that makes me happy."
Caroline removed her hand from the mouth piece and said, "OK Kate, it's
all settled. Come here tomorrow and pick him up right after dinner at
about seven."
Caroline listened for a second and said, "OK, I'll see what I can do.
Bye, bye."
Caroline came over to me and said, "Kate wants you to bring a strapless
bra. Luckily, you remember that one of the bras we bought you has
removable straps? That will be perfect."
"Why does she want me to wear a strapless bra?"
"For her corsets no doubt. She says she's going to introduce you to
corsets. I'm sure that'll be fun, though I hope you use common sense,
you know things can get out of hand with corsets."
The truth was I didn't know what Caroline meant by that remark. I wanted
to ask her, but I felt suddenly shy and all I managed to say was, "I'll
try to be careful."
"Good. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time with them. They are a riot,
the two of them together."
***
The next day, right after dinner, Kate and Amy fetched me. Aunt Caroline
had helped me pack my suitcase with a couple of bras, panties, girdles,
and dresses so I would be prepared for any contingency. I wore a simple
red A line dress for the trip over to their house, which was about two
miles away.
On the way over I sat in the back seat of their large out of date shiny
Buick. Kate said, "we've decided upon the most perfect corset for you.
You're going to love it. And matching it is a lovely skirt."
"And don't forget the heels," Amy said.
"Yes, we also found fishnet stockings and spike heels that match."
"I can't wait to see the corset," I said. "I've never worn one. Is it
sort of like a girdle?"
"Well, sort of but not exactly. Corsets help give you a beautiful figure
while girdles are more about trying to prevent one from having an awful
figure." Amy and Kate laughed at the allusion. "And we both wear girdles
as you'll find out!"
I found myself liking the two women. They were a bit large, that was
true, but they were full of life and in their own way they were sexy. It
might be kind of nice to snuggle with the two of them, if that was the
sort of thing they wanted to do.
***
Amy and Kate lived in a large Victorian house lushly decorated in
antiques and old fashioned objet d'art. Inside, I followed them upstairs
to their bedroom. It had an extra large king bed. "You can sleep with
us, well, if you ever get to sleep!" Amy laughed.
My imagination took off thinking of what the two ladies might want to do
with me at night. My thoughts were interrupted when I saw the most
beautiful pink, ribbon and lace-adorned object I had ever seen lying on
the bed. "Is that the corset?" I asked excitedly.
"It sure is," Kate said.
"It's so beautiful. I just love it!" I picked it up and examined it
trying to see how it went. It had long pink garters dangling from the
bottom. "How does it go on?" I asked.
"Take off your dress but leave on your panties and you'll need a
strapless bra. Did Caroline pack one for you in your suitcase?"
"Yes, I brought my strapless bra with me. It actually has adjustable
straps that Caroline say can be removed."
"Great. I'm sure it will be perfect."
I stepped out my dress and took off my bra while Kate and Amy watched.
"What a cute little pink lacy thong you're wearing," Amy said.
"Caroline has gotten him the cutest clothes," Kate said and to me she
said, "you've got such an adorable tush. It looks so squeezable!"
I blushed as I took the adjustable strap bra out of my suitcase and put
it on. "Can you help me take off the straps," I said, "I'm not exactly
sure how to do it."
Kate came over to look and said, "it's really very easy. The straps are
held on by these little hooks that fit into hidden loops." She quickly
took off the straps and said, "see how simple it is. Any girl should be
able to figure that out."
I put my breast forms in the cups. While I was a bit afraid the bra
would slip down without the help of the straps, it seemed to be designed
to stay put and it did not slip down at all. Then Kate and Amy arranged
the corset around me so that it just covered the top of my bra, and then
began lacing it up in the back. Amy said, "girls have to be trained into
wearing corsets properly. It takes time so don't expect to get a perfect
figure right away." Amy and Kate gently tightened the panel of pink
cords that fastened the corset. "Let us know when it starts to feel
tight."
"So far so good," I said as it started to gently squeeze in on my
stomach and ribs.
A little bit further and I started to feel it encroaching on my breath.
"I think its starting to make it hard to breathe," I said.
Amy stopped what she was doing. "OK. So that means we just tighten it a
teeny weenie bit more. When you're used to that, we can tighten it
again. That way, you'll slowly acquire a perfect figure."
The ladies pulled again on the strings and I felt my waist shrink a bit.
"Whew, that's snug!" I said and they stopped.
"Very, very good. This makes you look a little coquettish. And the more
we narrow your waist the prettier you'll feel," Amy said.
"Now we'll help you on with your stockings that get held up by the
garters," Kate said. The ladies sat me down on the bed and they each put
a fishnet stocking up my leg and hooked them to the garters. When they
were done Kate said, "now you can put on your skirt and heels."
The skirt was made of a pink, stiff, crinoline-like material very much
like a tutu, and surrounded my now thinner waist and stood straight
outwards. I couldn't see my feet looking down, and while Amy held my
hand, Kate helped me put on the spike heels. They had thin little straps
that she buckled tight onto my feet. Now all dressed and within the
confines of the corset and heels I felt constrained to adopt a daintier
walk than normal.
"You are looking so gorgeous," Amy said, "and now it's time for your
makeup!"
The ladies sat me down in front of a mirror and applied rouge, lipstick,
eye shadow and then spritzed me with perfume. Kate put a gold chain with
a cross around my neck. They brushed my hair that partly cascaded down
my back. When they were done they were thrilled at their handiwork and
had me preen in front of a full length mirror to see how pretty they had
made me.
"How is your corset now?" asked Amy.
"A little tight, but I'm getting used to it I think. I guess it doesn't
really bother me to tell you the truth."
"Then tighter we will go!" Amy said. The ladies proceeded to pull the
strings to make the corset even tighter. Once again I was back to where
I had been before, with a small but noticeable discomfort when I
breathed.
"Now we're getting somewhere. Your waist must be down to about 32
inches."
I was amazed to hear that since I normally wore 34 inch trousers.
"We'll get you down a lot further than that I hope," Amy said.
"Really!" I said. "Is that possible?"
"If we do it gradually. To corset train you, we need to very slowly
tighten the corset in such a way that your organs rearrange themselves
to accommodate the fit. Once you're fully trained, you'll actually
prefer to wear corsets because they'll feel so good and because you'll
absolutely love the figure they give you."
"You'll be so beautiful with that little coquette waist," Kate said.
"So what would you like to do now?" Amy asked me.
I thought for a second and said, "well, one thing is that you mentioned
that both you and Kate wear girdles. So I was wondering, if its no
bother for you, could you show me what kind you wear? I'll understand if
you don't want me to know about them."
"You poor dear," Amy laughed, "you don't have to be afraid of us. We're
not going to bite your head off if you want to see our girdles. Of
course we're happy to show them to you."
"Yes indeed, we're happy to show you our underwear," Kate said, "but
first tell us once again how is that corset coming? Is it still hard to
breathe?"
"Well not really. Its kind of tight, but I think you're right that my
insides are sort of getting used to it."
"Good, then lets get you down to 31 inches."
"OK!" I said.
The two ladies once again began pulling on the strings and slowly the
corset moved in on my waist. It was the strangest sensation, because as
much as it seemed to be painful and restrictive, it also made me feel
more complete and whole. Having a small waist seemed to make my breasts
feel larger besides making me feel like I had a wonderfully sexy rear
end.
"There, that's probably enough for now. Let's measure," Amy said. She
found a tape measure and put it around my waist. "Oh my goodness," she
exclaimed, "you're 30 1/2 inches!"
"Really?" I said. I was so excited that I hugged Amy.
"3 1/2 inches already. Probably 5 is the most you can do. We'll try
again later on," Kate said, "now we'll show you our underwear."
"In this dresser are my undies and in the other dresser are Amy's." Kate
opened a drawer and I saw that it was filled with bras, panties and
girdles. "This is one of my favorite bras," she said holding up a pale
blue bra that was bigger than any of Aunt Caroline's bras.
"It's a pretty shade of blue," I said.
"It's very comfortable, particular for ladies with large breasts like
myself."
"What size is it?" I asked.
"Just take a look at the label," she said.
I read, "36DDD. I'm only a C cup. Aunt Caroline is a D cup."
"Yes, I have much bigger breasts than Caroline and you. But relative
size is important too you know. With your tiny waist, C cup boobs seem
to be quite enormous."
"I suppose you're right. But I think its amazing that you need such a
large bra."
Kate and Amy looked at each other and laughed. Kate said, "well, I'm
going to guess that you'll eventually find out the answer why."
I blushed when I realized that she meant that I'd probably get to see
her breasts first hand.
I said, "which are some of your other favorite bras and girdles?"
"Well, Kate and I love wearing body-briefers like this one." She picked
up a peach colored outfit that looked sort of like a lace bathing suit.
"See, its a very comfortable way to contain our bulges."
"Wow, so you don't have to wear a separate bra and girdle. You just wear
your body briefer. That's neat. Maybe Aunt Caroline can buy me one of
those."
"I'm surprised she hasn't already," Kate said laughing to herself.
"A similar idea are all-in-one long leg girdles and open corselettes."
Amy pulled one of each of these out of her drawer. These are maybe not
as pretty as my shaper, but they keep me more under control. They even
give me a more shapely figure."
"I think they're very pretty," I said.
"It's so nice to be with a man who is interested in our bras and our
girdles and loves corset training," Kate said.
"I don't know about other men, but I really do enjoy learning about bras
and girdles and all the other pretty things that you wear. I'm really
liking this corset. It makes me feel so pretty. Actually, I think I'm
ready for you to pull on it again. I think it can go tighter."
"Are you sure?" Amy said.
"Yeah, I think it would be OK. It's kind of tight but I think you should
go ahead and try," I said.
The ladies now once again pulled on the strings of the corset and with
great effort I felt my waist narrow yet again. I could tell I was
entering a new realm where my body was offering less resistance. I
imagined that some of my insides had found a new place to move to, so
only what couldn't move remained behind. "I think this maybe is enough
for now," I said, as I felt it getting harder to breathe. My breathing
was now quite shallow since there was no way I could take in a deep
breath.
"OK, Blake, but one more last squeeze!" The ladies tugged some more, the
corset went in about another half inch and then they tied it up.
"Oh my goodness," I said, "I feel so, I don't know, it's such am amazing
feeling. It's like I'm just so sexy or something. I mean everything
below my waist is just so, what can I say, expectant?"
Amy came up close to me and reached her hand under my skirt and inside
my thong. "What exactly are you expecting?"
"I don't know," I said. The combined effect of the corset tightening
that was still reverberating through my body with Amy's hand on my organ
made me feel suddenly helpless and close to fainting. The corset had
taken control of my physical body, but it had also taken over my mind so
that I wanted to be available for whatever use the ladies needed to make
of me. I was a beautiful object now, with a marvelously sexy figure and
the ladies should reap the benefits for themselves. I suddenly craved
having the corset even tighter.
"Can you tighten me some more?" I asked in a faint voice.
"You're ready already?" Kate asked incredulously
"I want to be pretty for you and Amy," I said breathlessly.
"We know," Amy said as she continued to fondle me. "You've got such a
nice handful here. I've wanted to grab one for so long that I can't
remember."
"You save some of that for me too," Kate said and turning to me she
said, "corset training is all about being pretty for us, so don't worry,
Amy and I will use you as we see fit, and we know that will make you
very happy."
"Do you think we should tighten him up some more now?" Amy said.
"Let me measure him and see where he is," Kate said.
Kate put the tape measure around my waist. "29 inches!"
"A small adorable waist!" Amy said, "and a wonderful big sausage." Her
hand was stroking every part of my penis. It was barely being kept
within my thong and I was mesmerized by the feeling.
"It's such a cute little thong you've got on," Amy said. "It really
makes for convenient access, doesn't it?"
I nodded my head.
"And I love that its pink and frilly," Amy said. "That seems so
appropriate for a girl as pretty as you are. Am I right Kate?"
"OK Amy, let me see if that's true." Kate took over from what Amy had
been doing. "Oh, my goodness I see what you're saying. There's so much
to hold here, but his skin is soft and girlish."
With the skirt covering me I couldn't see what was happening but I
sensed how I had stretched out the thong as far as it could possibly go.
"And I mustn't forget that delightful squeezable butt!" Kate said. One
of her hands reached around and felt the path of the thong as it went
deep inside my cheeks. I felt her finger playing outside the passageway
to my prostate.
Amy said, "be careful, we don't want to uncork him now!," and Kate
retreated from where she had had her hand.
"His waist is so pretty now, isn't it. Let's wait a little while and
then we'll try to take another inch or so off," Amy said.
"OK," I croaked.
While Kate gently stroked me and I continued to revel in the newly found
obedience that the corset demanded of me, I relaxed and leaned against
the bed. I realized that I could not actually take the corset off if I
wanted to, or even take off the spike heels that the ladies had strapped
me into, or the bra or panties I was wearing. I was trapped and
dependent on Kate and Amy. While my skirt blocked my view of what Kate
was doing with her hand, my breasts were pushed out so much that I
couldn't see past them to my waist.
Kate stopped what she was doing and dimmed the light in the room by
drawing the shades. "We were thinking that you might like to undress
us," Kate said.
"Sure, I'd love to," I said in a husky voice, reeling from the sudden
withdrawal of Kate's hand.
"Good. Go fetch our black nighties. They're kept in the third drawer of
our dressers."
From each of the dressers I found a black negligee and took them out and
gave them to Kate and Amy.
"Now help me undress," Amy directed and I undid the back zipper of her
dress and helped her pull it over her head. She was wearing a black full
slip that I then collected at the hem and pulled up over her head. She
was wearing a black girdle with matching black bra. Both of them were
formidable in size and construction. They were meant to but a woman's
flesh where she wanted it to be put. I marveled at the size of the large
DDD cups of her bra and the way that her large breasts nestled inside
and rounded out the bra cups.
"Shall I help you take off your bra and girdle?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," Amy said. "Start with my bra."
I went to undo the clasps on the back of her bra. There were four of
them and I tried to open them. It was somewhat of a struggle since the
weight of her boobs exerted a considerable force holding the clasps
together.
"Can't you do it?" Amy said.
"I'm trying," I said, "it's hard to pull the sides together to undo it.
I can't believe how big you are."
"I don't think you're strong enough to take off my bra," Amy said.
"I'll help him," Kate said and she quickly undid the clasp that I had
been struggling with.
Amy said, "You are a little tea cup, aren't you?"
I then lifted the bra up so her breasts fell out of the cups. She pulled
her arms out of the straps and I lay the bra on the bed. I couldn't stop
staring at her breasts. She had large erect nipples that had become
excited by what was going on.
"Now I want you to help me take off my girdle," Amy said.
"Yes, Amy," I said.
I collapsed to my knees in front of her and sat back on my heels with my
skirt surrounding me in a wide arc. In front of me I placed my hands on
the top of her black girdle and attempted to pull it down.
"No, no. First undo the garters holding my stockings."
At first I was confused and then she showed me that there were two
garters hidden under an elastic lace flap that covered each thigh. I
raised the lace and with some luck I was able to undo the garters. Then
I gently slid a stocking down her leg. My hand ran along her calf muscle
and I was amazed at how hard it felt. "Your calves are so strong," I
said.
Amy then flexed her calf muscle and I ran my hand appreciatively over
the large muscular mass. "Its like iron and its so large."
I felt my own calf muscle and realized it was much softer and smaller
than Amy's. "Your muscle is so much bigger than mine," I said.
Kate lifted up my skirt to look at my legs. "You have very pretty legs.
The last thing you need are real muscles in them."
"Take off my girdle now" Amy said.
I"m sorry," I said and I placed my hands on the top edge of the girdle
and began pulling down. "You're wearing silky panties underneath your
girdle."
"Yes, we ladies generally wear panties under our girdles."
My hands slid down between her panties and girdle and tried to ease down
the girdle. It was hard to pull it down and I said, "I'm afraid I'm not
strong enough to pull down your girdle. Can you help me?"
"Of course, my dear, it does require some strength," Amy said.
"It's a very pretty girdle," I said, "but it's just a wee bit too hard
for me to pull down."
With Amy's help the girdle got past her butt and I helped it down to the
ground and then as she stepped out of it I handed it to her.
"Come, Blake," Amy said seductively.
She smiled down at me and I looked up into her eyes and smiled at her.
Then impulsively, I pulled down her panties and I began lapping at her
vagina with my tongue.
In surprise Amy said, "Oh my goodness. He's like a little rabbit!"
I put my hands on her butt cheeks and attempted to push my face further
into her cunt.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," she said, "first you have to help Kate undress!" She
pried my mouth away from her.
"I'm sorry," I said. The truth was that her vagina tasted delicious. It
had a strong women's scent that overpowered my senses and made me want
to push my face into it.
"Come here," Kate said, "it's my turn to be unwrapped." She took off her
dress exposing the fact that she was wearing a white open-bottomed
corselette.
"You're wearing a corselette," I said. "I really like it, it must be so
much fun."
Kate laughed, "fun isn't exactly what corselette's bring to mind."
I immediately got to work unhooking her stockings and rolling them down
her legs. When they were off, Kate reached behind her back and unzipped
the corsellete. "Help me lift it up over my hips," she said, and I
reached up inside from the open bottom and was able to pull if up
exposing her naked vagina. "You're not wearing panties!" I exclaimed.
"Surprise!" Kate laughed.
Without hesitation I forced my face into her vagina and began licking
her the same way I had licked Amy. I fell into a trance and mumbled
"it's so juicy!"
"Now look at him," Amy said, "he's latched onto your pussy."
"I know he's faster than a snake. It feels good though," Kate said.
I felt Kate's hand on the back of my head as she readjusted my position.
"There, that's better. Go for it. You'd think he's been starving to
death."
Amy knelt down beside me as I continued with Kate. I felt her hand come
up my leg. She once again reached inside my panties. "Ah, such a nice
dick," Amy said.
"You better save some for me," Kate said.
"I'll try but first I need a good taste of it." Though it was an awkward
position she lay down on the floor and slid her head between my legs and
raised it up with some pillows. Then she pulled aside my panties to get
her mouth on my penis. All the time I found myself wanting Kate's vagina
more and more.
"Oh, this is even better," Amy said, "he's got such a nice full one. No
skinny mini here." A minute later she said, "oh my God I got the whole
thing in up to the hilt."
"Go on I don't believe it," Kate said.
"It's true," Amy said. "I'm going to do it again now."
A minute later she said, "oh my god, that's so much fun. When you get it
all the way up in there the pubes tickle your nose."
I was delirious at this point, with my world revolving back and forth
between the delicious taste and scent of Kate's vagina and the
astonishing pleasure emanating from below my tiny waist and the large
pretty skirt that sheltered it.
Kate said, "Save me some. I want some of that before you take it all!"
"One more time I need the whole thing," Amy said.
"My word Blake I've cum for the thirtieth time already," Kate said,
"you'll have to continue with Amy. We're trading places. Don't you give
her your load."
She pulled my head away from her and I panted excitedly not knowing what
was going to be happening to me next. I felt as if Amy had swallowed all
of my body below my waist. "Please tighten me some more," I said.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea," Kate said.
"Please can't you tighten me?" I said. I desperately wanted as small a
waist as I could possibly get.
"Amy, he's begging for us to tighten him some more," Kate said.
"Sure, it's OK by me," Amy said. She took her mouth off my organ and
stood up. "I left some for you," Amy said. "He has the most adorable
dick. And he's been leaking like crazy. A wonderful flavor."
"Do it now," I said, "pull me in. I know I'm ready!"
"If you say so!" Kate said.
The ladies helped me to my feet and then worked on tightening my corset
even more. I hoped that I'd end up with a perfect hour glass shape. For
whatever reason my body had become pliable and the corset moved in
relatively easily another inch and then Kate and Amy pulled hard and
moved it in some more. They then tied it tight. The pressure on my waist
was severe and not entirely without some pain, but I felt over joyed
with my even slimmer waist.
"Don't you just love my figure now," I said, running my hands over my
waist.
"You're absolutely gorgeous Blake," Amy said.
"Get him on the bed," Kate said, "and it's my turn to get at his cock."
My breathing was a bit labored and I suddenly felt woozy and half
fainted onto the bed. The ladies arranged me to their satisfaction and
when I regained my senses, Amy said, "are you back with us now? Girls'
often faint during corset training so you shouldn't worry about it."
"I'm OK, just a bit woozy," I said.
"We know. You just rest comfortably and we'll try out some new things.
You've got such a pretty body and we'll be very gentle with you."
Kate and Amy, in a tender but insistent way, feasted upon the parts of
my body. I felt their mouths on my penis and their fingers probing my
backside. They rubbed their vaginas over my face and had me pull on
their nipples and massage their clitorises. They were expert at bringing
me up to the edge and then retreating. I'm sure I passed out a couple of
more times since my breathing was very shallow and could barely supply
the oxygen I needed to fuel the sexual response demanded by the ladies.
Eventually I sensed that the ladies were approaching a climax of
activity. I felt one of them climb on top of me while the other one
continued to play with my private parts.
"I get him next time," Amy said.
"Isn't he gorgeous!" Kate panted. "And so feminine. I feel sure I'm
going to break him apart. He's so delicate." I felt her guide my penis
into the opening of her vagina.
"You better not break him. Caroline will kill us and I want him next
week."
"His skin is soft and erotic like a girl. And his body is like a soft
cloud."
"Just get it done Kate," Amy said, "he's having trouble breathing."
Kate started rhythmically thrusting and I held onto the headboard to
stabilize myself from her mad lusting. The feeling was intense and I
emitted a screech of pleasure. "Damn, the window's open," Amy said.
Panting hard, Kate said, "muffle him or we'll have the neighbors
listening."
Amy reached over and found her girdle and bra and put them over my face.
"Entertain yourself with my underwear, you're moaning so loudly the
neighbors will come running."
I smelled Amy's scent in her bra and girdle, and felt a raw desire for
more of her pussy. "Can I please have your pussy instead?" I begged. At
first Amy didn't seem to understand but then she said, "oh of course.
How selfish of me."
She climbed on the bed, spread her legs over my head and in a second I
had her hot, wet dripping pussy thrust into my face. She let out a small
scream of delight and I sucked on her as hard as I could while Kate
pounded up and down on my cock. Defying all likelihood, in a moment of
true divine inspiration, the three of us came simultaneously. I shot off
inside Kate and her vagina seized up in a massive orgasm while Amy's
vagina squirted a last bit of effluent over my lips and cheeks. We let
out a chorus of screams that no doubt had neighbors scratching their
heads in disbelief.
I felt the ladies climb off of me and collapse on the bed to either side
of me. Amy got up and turned out the lights and came back to bed. In the
dark I lay awake for a few minutes and then crashed into a deep sleep.
***
In the morning the sun was streaming in through the bedroom windows and
I awoke with the realization that I was still wearing my corset. Neither
Kate nor Amy were around. Whatever pain around my waist I had felt
previously was gone. I got up and stared in the bathroom mirror at my
amazing figure. My waist seemed impossibly narrow. It was if I had
developed a woman's body.
Evidently Kate and Amy had taken off my high heels and skirt when I went
to bed. I admired myself in the mirror. There were fluffy pink slippers
next to the bed waiting for me and I put them on and went downstairs
looking for breakfast.
"Look who's here," Amy said as I entered the kitchen, "notre jolie
fleur!"
"I see you found the slippers," Kate said.
"Thank you," I said.
They fed me breakfast and when I was done Amy said, "have you always
been so pretty?"
"I don't know. I've always wanted to be pretty. With Linda I tried hard
to never let her see it."
"So what made you take Caroline's girdle?"
"I don't know. I guess my desire to be pretty just got the better of my
judgement. But I didn't plan on getting caught."
"But you did get caught," Amy said.
"I don't know how I could have been so blase about the girdle."
"Maybe you wanted to get caught?" Kate said.
"Perhaps, I've thought of that myself. In any event, I'm glad that I was
caught considering how things have turned out. Especially getting to
know Caroline and the two of you and I hope some more of Aunt Caroline's
friends. And I just adore corset training. I can't wait to tell Caroline
all about how nice it makes me feel."
Kate said, "you are a blessing from heaven. Amy and I never thought we'd
get to see our corset appreciated the way you do. And you are so
stunningly pretty wearing it! My goodness, just glancing at your figure
makes me randy! Such a cute little waist and the curve of your swelling
hips and breasts!
"Whoa Kate," Amy said, "where are you going with this? We have to return
him to Caroline and there is no sense in getting us all whooped up
again! Caroline will share him with us again next week when it will be
my turn to impale myself on his lovely, magical, mystical organ."
The three of us laughed heartily and I said, "I can hardly wait myself!"
"Maybe you can get your waist another inch smaller!" Kate said.
I put my hands on my narrow waist and felt the silky softness of the
pretty pink corset that was gathered around me. "Yes, it would be fun to
try for another inch or so," I said.
"Anyway, enough of this love fest," Amy said. "We've got to get you
ready to return to Caroline's."
"Can I show Aunt Caroline how I look in my corset?", I said, feeling
reluctant to take it off.
"No dear. We think that corset training should be your little special
fun activity at our house," Amy said.
"You can tell Caroline all about it, but its best if our house is your
special place to go to wear and train with your corsets. OK?" Kate said.
"OK," I said wondering why they wanted it that way. Then it occurred to
me that that was their way of making me need to go back to visit them.
"You're right, I"m sure I'll always look forward to coming here to be
corset trained. Of course, getting to wear a pretty corset will always
be an attraction for me, and besides that I will always want to visit
you two. You're so much fun to be with!"
"That's so sweet of you to say," Kate said. "You know, we have many
other corsets, and you'll probably want to try out some of the others."
"Do you have other colors than pink?" I asked.
"Oh, yes,most certainly. We showed you only the prettiest pink one since
Caroline had mentioned how much you love pink. If you can enjoy other
colors and styles we can play with those too," Amy said.
"We've got a killer black one with a built in bra with pointy cups and
little starch black lace skirt," Kate said. "I think you'd look
absolutely darling in it, in an entirely different way than the pink
corset."
"Wow," I said. "That sounds so nice. I'll be happy to wear the black
corset next time I'm here!"
"Of course you should be aware that each corset has its own
personality," Kate said. "The black corset is particularly interesting
because of the predicaments to which it puts the girl who is wearing
it."
"What predicaments?" I said.
"It's a black corset. I've heard it said that girls who wear our black
corset may find themselves in the dark on moonless lights surrounded by
powerful forces that touch and probe them. Forces that bring the poor
girl to unheard of ecstasy. Never knowing where she is going to be
touched next and powerless to stop the mysterious forces, she has been
known to go crazy!"
"That sounds too scary for me, I don't know if I have the courage to
wear the black corset!" I said pretending to be scared.
"Somehow I think you'll find the courage," Kate said, "the next time you
come here."
"This has been so much fun but now we have to get you back to
Caroline's. Amy said.
"We'll untie your corset, though be aware that it might feel a little
strange," Kate warned me. She and Amy slowly undid the laces in the back
of the corset and it opened up inch by inch. At first my waist stayed
very tiny and then it gradually expanded, but remained a least a couple
of inches smaller than I normally was.
"See how you've got a permanently smaller waist now. It'll be that much
easier to put on your corset next week and get you back to where you
were today."
"Or even a bit further maybe?" I said.
"I hope so, but I don't know if I could stand you being so pretty?" Kate
said.
"Before we drive you back, you'll have to take a bubble bath," Amy said.
"We promised Caroline to return you in the condition we found you, and
we'll really have to scrub you up pretty good to get all of last night
off you."
The three of us shared another laugh together, and then I stripped down
and stepped into the hot bubbly water that Kate and Amy prepared for me
in their bathtub. The bubbles were soft and perfumey and as I lay back
and relaxed while Kate and Amy took turns washing me and shampooing my
hair, I felt very happy and content. First Caroline and now Kate and Amy
were so kind to me. This was turning out to be the kind of future I had
always hoped I would find someday.
***
When I was back with Caroline, she was eager to hear about how my visit
had gone with Amy and Kate. "It was a lot of fun," I said. "They had the
prettiest pink corset and they put it on me and then bit by bit they
trained my waist. By the end of the evening I was 28 inches!"
"Impossible!" Caroline said.
"I really did have a 28 inch waist. Look at it now." I took off my dress
so that Caroline could see for herself the much narrower waist I had
obtained.
"I see what you're saying. Didn't it hurt?"
"Just a little after each adjustment. But then I think I got into a zone
where my body craved having a narrow waist. It was so nice to feel the
silky corset around my waist and see how thin I looked in the mirror."
"Do you miss it now?"
"A little, but I also missed not being with you and I'm happy we can be
back together again just like we were before."
"I missed you a lot myself," Aunt Caroline said, "and seeing your sexy
little body in its bra and panties is just driving me crazy!"
I laughed gaily and said, "maybe we should take a little nap together!"
"By all means!" Aunt Caroline said.
***
Over dinner Caroline checked up on my feelings about Linda.
"The reason I ask," she said, "is that the church is forming a support
group for gals that are newly separated or divorced. If you joined, it
would give you a place where you could sort out some of your feelings."
"That sounds pretty cool. Sure, I'd love to join but will they let me
join a group for ladies?"
"I'm pretty sure it can be arranged, all things considered. In any
event, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't fit in too well with a men's
group on the same topic!"
"No, I guess not," I said, as I imagined sitting among the men wearing
one of my pretty dresses.
The End
***
Next up: "The Ladies Support Group"
Author’s note: “The Ladies Support Group” is a sequel to “Aunt Caroline’s Girdle” and “Kate and Amy’s Corset” that date from 2014. In fact, an alert reader recently noted that in 2014 I had announced that “The Ladies Support Group,” would appear as a sequel. Unfortunately, I absentmindedly forgot to finish the story. So now I have completed it.
The Ladies Support Group
by
Pamela
Aunt Caroline was serious about the ladies support group and it was decided that I should join it the next time the group met. “You can’t just end a four-year marriage like this,” she told me. “You’ve got to process the pain; you’ve got to reach a final understanding of what it was and why it needed to end.”
“I can do that as one of the ladies in the support group?”
“Yes, I think so Blake. In many ways you were the girl in your marriage, the wife. Linda was obviously tougher than you are and in control. She cast you off and you didn’t have the strength or will to stop her. Everything that’s happened between the two of you since she found my girdle was decided by her.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“The ladies in the support group have had experiences like your own where their husbands ended their marriages. They had little voice in what transpired so now they meet together to take control of their lives and feelings.”
“They’ll welcome me?”
“Yes.”
“Even though they know that I have a penis?”
“Once they get to know you the way I know you, they’ll see you as being far more of a woman than a man. Your penis will not be an obstacle to your presentation as a female. Trust me.”
“Okay, I’ll go though I’m nervous that the ladies might make fun of me or make fun of my feelings. I hate being so vulnerable.”
"First of all, being vulnerable is good for you. That way you’ll have a real experience and not something phony. Also I’m sure they won’t make fun of you. Rather, some of them will become your friends and it’s good for you to have friends your own age. Not just us horny old ladies.”
"But I love you Aunt Caroline."
"I know you do and I love you too. Our love will not be endangered because you make some new friends. I encouraged you to spend a memorable night with Kate and Amy. I like the idea of loaning you out to ladies who can appreciate what you have to offer. At the end of the day, you’ll come back to me and I’ll protect you and keep you pretty."
"You're right. I'm just shy about meeting new people."
"I understand. But trust me, the girls at the church are going to be supportive and will quickly become your friends. Also, …”
“What, Caroline?”
“Also you have to understand that long term you need to meet and fall in love with someone your own age. I should never stand in the way of you leading a full life.”
“You mean having a family?”
“Yes, for example. I’m almost two generations older than you. Being with someone of your own generation will help you form an intimate connection that is good for your psychic health.”
“I see what you’re saying. I also suppose that as a girl I have a lot of growing up to do. The girls in the group can help me do that, help me learn how to cope with a spouse who isn’t sensitive to my feelings.”
“Exactly. So you'll go?"
I nodded my head and Caroline said, "I'm sure you'll have a marvelous time. You'll get to make real friends with some of the women there so you can go out and do the things that young women do."
I smiled at Caroline though inside I was still nervous and fearful about how the women might view me.
***
As I was getting ready to go to my first meeting of the Ladies Support Group I could no longer control my anxiety. "What dress should I wear?" I asked Caroline in a voice bordering on panic after we had finished with the dinner dishes. "Should I wear a girdle or pantyhose? And what bra is appropriate? And should I wear makeup?"
"Slow down!" Caroline laughed. "You're getting into a tizzy over nothing. You can wear whatever you want. The girls will not bite your head off!"
"But they might not like me!"
"Why not? I like you. Kate and Amy like you. I can't imagine any girl not liking you."
"What about Linda?"
Caroline looked at me and frowned. "She's the exception that proves the rule. Anyway, I'm sure if you weren't her husband, she'd probably like you as much as any of us do! Just be yourself and the girls will surely love you and love having you at their meetings."
"You're sure?" I asked.
"I know the women in that group and I promise you that they’ll take you in under their wings and make you feel welcome."
"I'm sorry Aunt Caroline. I want to trust you but I'm so nervous." Caroline gave me an exasperated look and I said, "but what dress do you think I should wear?"
Caroline laughed. "Wear your tan dress with a new pair of stockings, whatever girdle and bra you want to wear and your tan heels. Tan will help camouflage you, maybe the girls won't even notice that you're there." Caroline laughed at her own joke.
"Thank you, that I can do."
My tan dress was cotton and zipped up the back with a flaring skirt. I needed help from Caroline to zip me up all the way. Caroline and I had settled on me wearing 36C bras and she had bought me high end breast forms that not only had a life-like shape, but also had a density matching that of real breasts. When she gave them to me she said that if ever a man were to feel me up he’d think he was feeling a real breast. That made me wonder in what scenario did she imagine that a man might be fondling me. When Caroline was done helping me dress she said that I was now perfect in every detail. She then helped me select a pocketbook that matched the skirt. It was a light brown leather bag that fit well with the tan color. Inside it I put my keys. a ladies wallet that Caroline had bought for me, a lace hanky, some lipstick, rouge, and my phone. Caroline inspected my fingernails and made sure my manicure was still nice and that my pink nail polish had not chipped.
It was just a ten-minute drive to the church and at 7:50 Caroline drove me there. It was to be my very first time out and about as a girl without Caroline at my side. She was confident that I could handle myself without her, though I had my doubts. If I got into trouble my phone was in my purse. I could call Caroline for help and she’d come get me.
When we arrived at the church, I concentrated on getting out of the car without jeopardizing my stockings. Caroline had emphasized that I needed to be careful with my stockings. “It would be very unfortunate indeed if you were to get a run in your brand-new stockings. That would not make a good impression on the ladies.” I couldn’t tell if Caroline was teasing me or not, but I was embarrassed to ask her since I thought that she expected that I knew the answer.
I carefully swiveled my hips to get my legs out of the car without snagging my hose on anything. I was so proud that my stockings hadn't been stressed that I almost forgot to take my purse. I said goodbye to Aunt Caroline and she told me not to worry for the hundredth time and drove off.
In the distance I saw a couple of women heading into church and figured they were going to the same meeting that I was. I walked slowly across the parking lot careful not to twist my ankle on cracks or pebbles in the asphalt. I’m still learning how to walk gracefully in heels. In the church I followed a corridor to where I knew the meeting room was located. I hesitated outside the room listening to the chatter of a number of ladies inside. I was so nervous that I thought of calling Caroline and begging her to come pick me up. I knew that she wouldn’t come even if I did beg. She was determined to make a woman of me.
I walked into the room and saw that there were about seven women, all of them near my age. A couple of them were perhaps a few years older. The girls grew silent when they saw me and I froze in panic. It was clear that they knew each other well. They also probably knew about me. I was notorious in the church. I was about to turn and run when one of the women said in a loud voice, "Hi! You must be Blake. I'm Sandra. Come in, don't be shy!"
“You know my name?”
“Don’t be silly. Everyone in the church knows your name.”
Another woman said, "I’ve seen you in church a few times. I’m Penny. We're glad you're willing and able to join us."
"Thank you."
"You have such a pretty name," Sandra said. She was a bit older than the other women and was wearing a simple dress.
"Thank you."
"We have a lovely group of women here. We have all had some very sad marital experiences, but we stick together and prop each other up. I hope you learn to love the group as much as we do!"
I took a quick liking to Sandra, "Thank you," I said again.
Penny and Sandra sat down and a chair was found for me. We sat in a circle facing each other. Sandra introduced me to everyone. I smiled as best I could and noted that some of the women were wearing jeans and others were wearing skirts or dresses.
A short, woman, Debbie, with brunette hair and a great smile was seated to my left. Next to her was Penny wearing jeans and a white buttoned blouse. Stephanie, wearing a blue dress, was to her left. She’s pretty with long brown hair, a thin feminine body and high cheek bones. Next to her was Jody wearing a summery floral dress. She’s attractive and exudes wealth and status. She sat erect in her chair with a serious and penetrating expression. I felt most intimidated by her. Next was blonde Laurie wearing jeans who was also pretty and somewhat short and doll-like. Next to her was Sandra and finally Maia, on my right, who was tall and deeply tanned. Susan and Maia smiled encouragingly at me.
I realized that I was clutching my purse tightly against my chest. The other women had slung their purses on the backs of their chairs and I did the same. I kept my legs tightly together and sat up erect in my seat thrusting out my chest and putting my hands in my lap.
"We're so pleased that you're reaching out for companionship in your time of need," Sandra said to me.
"Thank you," I said.
"Each of us has had a similar trauma in our emotional lives and with this group I’m proud to say that we're moving on to a place where we’re happy and content.”
"I'm happy to be here," I said.
"We've all met Blake now," Sandra said. "I suppose most of you know that he’s Caroline's nephew-in-law, Linda's husband."
"We're glad to have you here," Laurie said, “but I’m wondering if you know about the divorced men’s group?”
“No. Aunt Caroline never mentioned it to me. Is it like this group?”
“In a way, yes. It’s men that have been hurt by their wives and are trying to recover their happiness. I’m sure that Caroline knows all about it.”
“I don’t know. I guess Caroline thought this group was more appropriate for me.”
“If I may,” Penny said, “my guess is that Caroline sees you as being emotionally closer to women than to men. Well, your clothes speak volumes about that. What do you think?”
“Caroline and I agree that the clothes I’m wearing are best for me. I belong in women’s clothes. So you’re right, my clothing certainly suggests that I fit better here than with the men.”
“You weren’t dressed like this with Linda, were you?” Debbie said.
“Oh, no. I’d be too scared to dress like a woman in front of her,” I said.
“So tell us what happened. We heard that Linda wasn’t very kind to you,” Debbie said.
“I guess she wasn’t,” I said, “but I might not have been perfect myself.”
“We’d love to hear your story, Blake,” Sandra said. “No matter what it is, I’m sure that it’ll fit right in with the kind of issues that we’ve all faced. For some of us, our husbands were cheating on us and then left us for other women. For others, divorce was a better alternative than sticking it out in what our husbands considered to be a dull marriage. For Maia, her husband came out as gay and they broke up. So tell us, what happened with Linda that had you end up here, would you?”
“Sure, I can do that,” I said.
“Are you divorced or separated?"
"I'm separated, but I'm pretty sure that Linda wants to divorce me. Actually, ..." I hesitated.
"Actually what?" Sandra said. "Don't be afraid. We're here to help each other."
“Well, Linda's having an affair with a guy who lives across the street from us. Linda mostly won't talk to me, and when she does she says mean things."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Sandra said, "it must hurt."
“It does. I was always faithful to her and caring. I made just one mistake I guess.”
“She broke up with you because of a mistake you made?” Sandra said.
“Yeah, though I also wonder if she was looking for an excuse to end our marriage. She might have already had her eye on the neighbor dude, Tad, his name is. They had plenty of opportunity to flirt with each other.”
"So what led to your breakup? What was the mistake you made?”
"It’s a little embarrassing. You might even feel sorry for Linda."
"Tell us!" Maia said.
"Please don’t laugh."
"You have nothing to fear here. If you heard our stories you’d find out that none of us have been perfect saints. But we forgive and support each other. We're friends and whatever you say won't go past this room!"
I looked into the faces of the women seated around the circle.
Jody said, "We're waiting."
"Linda and I were visiting Caroline. I saw that she stored an old girdle in a dresser in the guest bedroom. It enchanted me.”
“Enchanted you?”
“I know that you might find that hard to believe – after all it’s just underwear to you – but to me it’s so much more. I think the girdle is pretty. Lace around the leg openings and some delicate stitching around the waist. A little bow in the front. It provides an entrance for me into the world of women. When a woman gets dressed in the morning she might open her dresser drawer and gaze upon a girdle. It’s built into her DNA to select the girdle to wear if she wants to that day. She’s not thinking, “I’m a woman so I can wear the girdle. Not at all. She knows as surely as the Earth goes round the sun, that she wears a girdle if she wants to. Same with her bra...”
“Blake, Blake, Blake!” Sandra interrupted me. “Please pardon me for interrupting but I think you’re entirely missing the reality of your situation. What you’re telling us about Caroline’s girdle is all based on the idea that you are a man who found that he was attracted to a girdle. In your mind this distinguishes you from women. So now you’re playing catch up in a sense. Somehow trying to figure out how to be a woman. Am I right?”
“Yeah, that’s how I feel.”
“That thinking is based on you believing that you’re a man because you were born with a penis. For you and your way of thinking having a penis is equivalent to you being a man.”
“Well isn’t it, Sandra?”
“No, no, no. A closer look at yourself reveals that you’re a woman who happens to have a penis. That’s a much more accurate way to describe you. For example, each of the women in this room wake up every day wanting to wear panties – as against men’s underpants. We want to wear a bra to feel properly dressed. Admittedly some women don’t like the constraint of bras – but they’re not rejecting bras because they want to be like men. I like wearing women’s pants, skirts, and dresses. I don’t want to wear men’s pants. So tell us, Blake, how do you differ from me? From each of us in this room?”
“I don’t know what to say …” I said.
“Be honest,” Sandra said.
“Okay, I see your point. I do wake up every day wanting to wear panties and a bra the same as you do. I also don’t want to wear men’s underwear or men’s pants. They feel foreign to me.”
“Very good, Blake. But we can go further. The emotional make up of how you live your life with Linda is very similar to the way we women relate to their husbands.”
“That’s amazing. It’s going to take me some time to process that.”
“I hope you do. Accept the fact that apart from a penis, you’re a woman. When you were young you were a girl. As you grew up you became a woman. No more discombobulating yourself trying to figure out how to conquer your imagined male self in order to liberate your womanly self. You are by your very nature a woman.”
“Thank you for saying that. It sure is a great comfort if true and once I have a chance to come to terms with what you’re saying I can make peace with myself.”
“This is so lovely. You feel like our girlfriend already!” Sandra said.
“One question comes to mind,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“You’re all attracted to men, but I think I’m attracted to women.”
Sandra laughed. “So you’re telling us you’re a lesbian. That’s okay. No harm in that.”
“Blake, how do you know that none of us have had Lesbian lovers?” Stephanie asked.
“Or don’t have Lesbian proclivities?” Penny said.
“Well, I guess I don’t know.”
“Every so often I’ve had sex with women,” Stephanie said. “I usually prefer men, but there have been times where I’ve found women so attractive I developed desire.”
“I should say that after my husband left me in such an underhanded and rotten way, I lost my appetite for men,” Penny said. “My fantasies now are mainly about women – though I have to admit that a woman with a penis seems like she can offer the best of both worlds.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Stephanie said.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves ladies,” Sandra said. “I hope we’ve answered your question, Blake.”
Before I could speak, Laurie said, “Isn’t it possible that Blake could be attracted to a man? If he’s a woman I can imagine that there are men who might want to seduce him. He could very well fall under their spell.”
“Have you ever thought of that?” Sandra asked me.
“No, I haven’t,” I said. I could see that as a woman I might encounter men that were attracted to me and who would pursue me sexually. “If a man seduced me wouldn’t he find my penis?”
“True. So you need to be sensitive to what expectations your seducer has.”
Laurie’s comment was going to cause me to consider facets of being a woman that I hadn’t focused on before. A brave new world was opening up in front of me. For starters, I could sense that a man’s desire for me would inevitably drive me further and deeper into womanhood. Since I loved womanhood, what kind of resistance if any to the aggression of men would I be able to muster?
“One other thing,” I said. “I may be a woman but I’m envious of you ladies for having boobs and pussies. I guess I just have to live with that jealousy.”
“Why?” Sandra said. “You can get boobs pretty easily. Women who already have boobs go to surgeons to get different boobs. You’d just be starting from an AAA cup! Pussies are admittedly somewhat tougher to acquire,” Sandra said, “but if you have a strong enough desire you can get one.”
“You’re opening up a whole new world for me,” I said.
“That’s why this group is so wonderful,” Penny said. “We girls can help each other out in so many way – some completely unexpected!”
“Another thing Blake can do is just pretend he has breasts and a vagina,” Maia said.
This was true. It was something I was already doing to some extent. My recurrent fantasy when making love to Linda was that I was the one with the vagina and she was the one with the penis. Every time I lay in bed with Linda on top of me I imagined she was thrusting her boner into me over and over again. I don’t really know if Linda approved of me passively lying in the bottom position, but the strength of my own boners that the fantasy created must have pleased her greatly. I often heard her moaning in pleasure and even orgasming. That’s something that Linda would definitely not fake for my benefit!
Of course, if I hadn’t been so afraid of displeasing Linda I would have asked her if I could wear a bra and a pretty negligee while we made love. That would have made me even happier and more fulfilled.
“Earth to Blake,” Sandra said. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m sorry. What Maia said is so true. I’ve often imagined I had a vagina. It’s a powerful fantasy that has worked well for me.”
Jody laughed. “Indeed our brains are our biggest sex organs!”
“So now we understand your fixation with the girdle,” Sandra said. “Tell us how you stole it, how Linda found it, and what she then did.”
“Okay, sure,” I said. “Well, I slipped the girdle into my suitcase among my laundry. Then, the lunkhead I am, I forgot to get it out of my suitcase when we got home. Linda was gathering the laundry from the trip and she found it. Boy was she angry! She made me drive back here to confess to Caroline what I had done.”
“Like you were a naughty child,” Penny said.
“You’re right, it felt like that,” I said. “I was terrified of her. Then I thought that if I did everything she asked of me she’d forgive me. But she didn’t.”
“What about Caroline?” Sandra asked.
“She was quite surprised when we returned and I confessed. She wasn’t happy about the idea of me stealing but she accepted the fact that the girdle meant a lot to me and she could see why I felt a compulsion to take it. Later, she admitted that she was curious to see me wearing the girdle. I put it on and she thought I looked cute in it. That led to her giving me a bra to wear and then everything opened up after that. I became her young feminine protégé and she guided me in learning how to be the woman that I am.”
“Is it true that you’re intimate with her?” Jody asked.
“Why are you asking Blake that?” Sandra said.
“There’s a rumor floating around the church that Blake and Caroline are a couple,” Jody said.
“I’m proud to say that Caroline and I have a lot in common so in a sense we have become intimate,” I said.
“The same with Kate and Amy?”
“They are two darling women,” I said. “They did a great job of corset training me.”
“Wow,” Stephanie said. “You’ve worn a corset?”
“Yeah, they have a marvelous collection. They allowed me to wear one.”
“Can I ask how many inches in your waist after they tightened it?”
“They got me down to 28 inches. I had such an amazing figure! I hope to see them again and we’ll try to get it a little smaller still.”
“Caroline isn’t jealous of your time with Kate and Amy?” Penny asked.
“No. She wants to share me with women that will appreciate me for who I am. That’s one reason I’m here tonight. Caroline thinks I should make friends with women closer to my age. Don’t get me wrong, she and her friends appreciate a young man like me much more than I’ll ever know, but they believe that my long-term happiness depends on establishing good friendships with girls my age.”
“Caroline has such a big heart,” Sandra said.
“I think it’s amazing that your whole life changed direction because of a girdle,” Jody said. “It’s both funny and tragic.”
“Why is it tragic?” Sandra said.
“The end of Blake’s marriage, for example,” Jody said.
“But what kind of marriage was it if Blake had to suppress his desire to be a woman?” Sandra asked.
“That’s true. Linda is a forceful woman and I had to go along with whatever she wanted,” I said. “Standing up to her was never an option for me.”
“Your marriage was like mine,” Laurie said. “My husband, Doug, ignored my wishes. If I was persistent he would put me in my place. It was so embarrassing. To be a grown woman and be treated like a child.”
“Yes, that’s Linda. After a few years of her calling the shots, I retreated into a passive role in our marriage. Taking the girdle was my way of taking back control of my life. A way of doing exactly what I wanted to do.”
The women laughed. “You are certainly in the right place being here. Your story of being married to Linda is the story of a woman not being able to find her voice in her marriage. Here we are all learning to find our voices!”
Laurie said. “My husband forced me into the role of taking care of his needs. For whatever reason I could not get out from under his control. My reward was being ditched when he felt like it.”
“I’m curious as to how we would have reacted if we found out that it was our husbands who had stolen Caroline’s girdle,” Sandra said.
“That’s a great question,” Debbie said, “but my ex is not the kind of man who would have ever stolen one, or bought one, or worn one.”
“I can see that,” Sandra said. “Your ex was a man’s man, that’s for sure. Anyone else care to answer?”
“What comes to mind is that I’d feel like my husband was competing with me to be the woman in our marriage,” Jody said. “I wouldn’t like that. I want to be the woman. Or the other way to put it is that I want my husband to be the man.”
“Like the way Linda felt?” Sandra asked.
“I don’t think that’s the way Linda felt,” I said. “You see, since Linda was married to me – at least in the beginning -- she must not have wanted a manly man. I guess she changed over time.”
“Good point,” Sandra said.
“So, Stephanie, what would you have done to your hubby if you caught him with a girdle?”
“It wouldn’t be a crisis,” Stephanie said. “Unlike Linda I’d want to talk to him. Give him a chance to tell me what’s going on. Whether or not our marriage would survive depends on what we discover.”
“I feel very different from Linda also,” Penny said. “I would have loved to find out that my ex had stolen a girdle and wanted to wear it. I hated his masculinity because he hid behind it so he wouldn’t have to communicate with me. He thought of himself as the strong silent type and used that as an excuse for not telling me what he was feeling. If he wore a girdle and otherwise dressed like a girl, we could have cuddled in the bed together and he would have talked to me person to person, or woman to woman. Instead, I got no emotional support from the big lummox.”
“This is so interesting,” Sandra said. “So you could see living together as two women?”
“Perhaps. I’m not totally sure, but it does seem like something within the realm of possibility,” Penny said.
“And Maia?” Sandra said.
“As you know my husband decided he was gay. I wish he had reached that conclusion before he married me! He claims that he was confused and after a dozen years of marriage and two kids he finally achieved clarity. I don’t know. To tell you the truth, I have no problem at all with men wearing girdles though my preference is that my husband wouldn’t want to wear one. I guess I’m a lot like Jody. What about you, Sandra?” Maia said.
“Actually, this isn’t an easy question for me,” Sandra said. “I guess I’d fall in the category sort of like Penny. If my husband wore a girdle and bra, let’s say, and then he’d be willing to have intimate conversation with me, then I’d say that was great and I approve. If he wore a girdle and kept his emotional distance from me, then I wouldn’t approve. I guess what I’m saying is that my heart is big enough to accept the needs of my husband as long as I’m included in his needs. I wouldn’t let a girdle get in between our emotional closeness as long as we had that.”
The women talked among themselves for a few minutes until Sandra said, “I’d like to summarize some of what I’ve heard if you don’t mind. We see that women react differently to their husband’s wanting a girdle. Some love the idea for various reasons and others are less excited about it. Some would like more information before they decide what to think. Linda happens to be the kind of woman – at least nowadays – who prefers men with at least some masculinity. Linda’s anger comes from Blake bursting her bubble. For making her see that he’s not masculine enough for her. So she ran to a neighbor guy who supplies what Blake can’t.”
“Isn’t it true,” Jody said, “that Blake misled Linda? He wanted to be a woman long before he got caught with the girdle. He never told Linda that.”
“Yeah, that’s why I feel a lot of guilt,” I said.
“I have to feel sorry for Linda,” Jody said, “even though I can see that you must have been struggling to figure out who you were. When you saw Caroline’s girdle, you finally knew who you were, and couldn’t stop the real you from coming out of the shadows. At a subconscious level you probably wanted Linda to find the girdle. It gave voice to feelings you didn’t have the courage to say out loud.”
“I’m sure you are right, Jody. I was never enough of a man for Linda and she had every right to dump me for a real man. Having said that, I did love her and it hurts the way she so totally turned her back on me. She could have had a little bit of compassion. Don’t you think?”
“Yes, but she was hurt. You have to let her grieve her lost marriage.”
“Right,” I said.
“Let’s talk about the future!” Sandra interjected. “What would you like for your future, Blake?”
“Aunt Caroline wants me to be open to falling in love with a woman my own age. That’s so amazing because right now I love her and she loves me. I guess I should confess that I also love Kate and Amy and they love me.”
“Obviously Caroline has your best interests at heart,” Sandra said.
“I know. I guess the kind of love she and I have for each other is mentor and protégé. She’s taught me so much about everything.”
“So what do you want for your future?”
“For the future I would like to fall in love with a woman who prefers me being the woman that I feel like inside.” I looked at Sandra and the other women and said, “It’s kind of silly but I’d be perfectly content to be the homemaker. My spouse can either take on the stereotypical male role or we could both be women. I could adapt to either possibility. I guess what I’m saying is that no matter what, I don’t want to have to do anything that is expected of men! I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime!”
The meeting went on for another hour in which some of the problems faced by the other women were discussed. Each of the ladies were in different stages of dealing with the fallout of their failed marriages. The one common theme was the support that the ladies gave to each other. I was sure that I could never find a nicer group of women to help me get back on my feet after the failure of my marriage to Linda.
At the end of the meeting I helped the ladies put away a coffee urn and some cups. When that was done, Stephanie came over to me and said, “I really liked your contributions to the discussion tonight.”
“Thank you. You’re so kind.”
“Your openness is refreshing.”
“Thanks. For me this was a magical evening. You women are so smart and interesting to listen to.”
“Yes, this is quite a special group.” There was a pause in the conversation and then Stephanie continued, “Look, would you mind if I called you up one night?”
I was surprised, but also thrilled at the thought that Stephanie liked me enough to want to call me. “Of course not. That would be very nice.”
We smiled at each other until Stephanie said, “Here’s my phone. Enter your number.”
I typed in my phone number and gave the phone back to her. I took a close look at Stephanie. I liked her long brown hair and pretty smile. She was as attractive as Linda if not more so. I was thinking of something to say to her when I noticed I had left my purse on my chair. “Oh, my purse!” and I went and fetched it.
Stephanie laughed. “That’s definitely something you’re going to have to get used to. Women are very attuned to not forgetting their purses. We’ve each probably done that at least once!”
“I hope this is my only time!”
Stephanie looked at me as if she wanted to say something, then she said, “Actually I wanted to call you up to see if I could take you out.”
“Oh, you mean on a date?” I said.
“Yes. I think it would be fun.”
“Sure. I would love … well, I would love to, of course. I think Caroline will approve of it. I mean I should ask her, shouldn’t I? I wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings.”
“Maybe it will be better if I call Caroline and ask her if I can take you out on a date. I can see what you’re saying. I guess I’ve been a bit presumptuous.”
“Well, I’m almost certain that Caroline will be pleased that you want to take me out. As I said before, she thinks it’s important for me to have friends my own age.”
“OK, so I’ll call her and if she’s agreeable she’ll pass the phone to you and we can set up a date!”
“Great, Stephanie. I’ll look forward to your call.”
Stephanie and I walked out to the parking lot and said goodbye. I called Caroline to tell her the meeting was over. She’d come by to pick me up in a few minutes.
***
I got into Caroline’s car when she arrived. “So tell me all about it!” she said.
“It was so great. They’re the nicest women one could hope to meet. Well, Jody scares me a bit. I think she’s a little like Linda. Sandra is amazing!”
“Who else was there?”
“Let’s see, Stephanie, Penny, Debbie, Laurie, and Maia.”
“I know all of the women and their stories. They’re so sweet and yes Jody is hard to get to know at first, but with time I’m sure she’ll act warmer to you. Some people throw up defenses when they meet someone new.”
“Anyway, I had a really nice time and I’m looking forward to going to the next monthly meeting.” I held off telling her about Stephanie.
***
Midweek Caroline came to my bedroom and announced that she had just gotten off the phone with Stephanie. “It was so cute, Blake. Stephanie wants to know if I had any objection to her asking you out on a date!”
“I thought that she might do that,” I said. “What did you say?”
“I encouraged her to date you.”
“You’re sure that doesn’t hurt your feelings?”
“Of course not, Blake. I’ve had my fun with you and while it would be lovely to have you as my permanent concubine, I can’t in good conscience put such a demand on you. I’m more than thirty years older than you and you have a wonderful life awaiting you with a woman – or man for that matter – who is your age. I have the memories of our wonderful trysts. Perhaps a few more are possible before they become inappropriate.”
I understood and appreciated Caroline’s speech but it also made me weepy. “I love you terribly much, Caroline. I always want to be there for you.”
“You’re such a sweet person, Blake, but you know that my role in your life is that of a temporary switching station to help you go from one track to another. You’ve made a beautiful transition. You do look so lovely and inviting in your pretty dresses, it’s time that young women like Stephanie be given a chance to woo your heart.”
I looked glumly at Caroline. As excited as I was about Stephanie it hurt like hell to think that I wouldn’t be available any more for Caroline. “Perhaps tonight I could be of use to you?” I said.
Caroline laughed. “Of course, Blake. That’s such a kind offer. But right now I think that Stephanie is about to call you.”
“Right. Well then, after the call?”
“Sure, Blake. Come to my bedroom after you’ve spoken to her.”
Caroline left and a few minutes later the phone rang.
“Hi Stephanie,” I said, recognizing her voice.
“Hi Blake, is this a good time to call?”
“Sure. It’s so nice to hear from you.”
“Perhaps Caroline told you, but she has no objection to our going out together.”
“Yes, she mentioned it a minute ago.”
Stephanie suggested we go ice skating together at a local rink. I said, “I’d love to. Of course I’m not very good. I hope that won’t be a problem for you!”
“Not at all. You can hold onto me. I won’t let you fall.”
We set up a time on Friday evening and before hanging up I said, “I’m looking forward to seeing you.”
“We’ll have fun!” Stephanie said.
After I hung up I sat on the edge of the bed savoring the wonderful phone call. I realized after a minute that I didn’t have an ice-skating outfit. I rushed to Caroline’s bedroom and said, “I’ve got a date with Stephanie! She’ll pick me up on Friday evening and we’ll go ice skating. But what am I to wear?”
“You can skate in jeans or we could get you a figure skating dress. You know, the cute dresses the ladies wear in the Olympics. Not an elaborate one, but just a basic ice-skating dress. Wear it with matching tights.”
“That should be perfect!’
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow and find you a pretty outfit. I know just where to go!”
With that my anxiety about Friday night became manageable. It will be so much fun to be on a date with Stephanie, but it will also be kind of scary because I don’t know her so well. But it will probably be the same for her!
At that moment I glanced at Caroline wearing a nightie in her bed. I felt a pulse of desire for her. Even more than that, however, I wanted to show her my affection like I had done many times before. Being available to supply pleasure to Caroline and her friends gave me a great sense of fulfillment, like I was doing something good for the world. It will be hard to give up intimacy with Caroline even though I know it is the right thing to do if I find myself in a loving relationship with a woman my own age.
“What are you thinking about?” Caroline asked me.
“I was wondering if I may join you in your bed tonight. I want to make you feel good.”
“Of course, Blake. Put on a nightie and join me.”
I did as she suggested and when I returned I burrowed underneath her blanket and lay alongside her. We hugged each other and then made love. When it was done Caroline held me tightly with her arm across my back as I rested my cheek on her breast. “You’ve been a marvelous pet,” she said. “Now it’s time for you to get a new owner.”
As much as I relished my upcoming date with Stephanie, I quietly clung to Caroline and sobbed knowing that what we had now wasn’t going to last forever.
***
“I adore your outfit,” Stephanie said. I had just let her in the house after she rang the doorbell.
“Thank you!” I said. “Caroline took me shopping yesterday. I realized that I didn’t have a skating outfit.”
“You look gorgeous in it. It’s so cute. The pretty bodice and pink skirt and pink tights.”
“I really wanted to dress the part!”
“I’m glad you did,” Stephanie said.
Stephanie was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. I thought we made a nice couple.
“Can I say hi to Caroline?” Stephanie said.
“She’s out but should be back when we return,” I said.
I followed Stephanie to her car and she drove us to the skating rink. We sat down to put on our skates. Caroline bought me white figure skates. My foot size is near the upper range of women’s skates but luckily we were able to find a pair that fit me well.
I stood up on my wobbly ankles and Stephanie held me and we got ourselves onto the ice. She held my hand and we took off skating. I don’t know how many times she kept me from falling until I started to feel more comfortable. Then we sped up a bit and were able to glide along with everyone traveling around the oval. I felt my skirt fluttering as I coasted along and I saw the admiring way that Stephanie looked at me and a wave of happiness came over me. This was happiness that I didn’t remember ever getting with Linda. I felt on top of the world.
Stephanie said, “I like watching you skate along so prettily. I can sense your happiness. It’s contagious.”
“You’re an amazing woman in so many ways. And that you encourage me to be myself is so kind.”
“You have a natural grace in the way you move. It’s a soft feminine style that you were born with. It would be hard to learn that.”
“I guess it’s too bad that I wasn’t raised as a girl. I might have gone into ice skating and gotten good at it,” I said.
“That’s so true. Everywhere square pegs are being put into round holes. At least now with the help of Caroline’s girdle you’ve broken free.”
We skated for an hour, then Stephanie bought me hot chocolate and then we skated another hour. Back in the car it was still a bit early to go back home. Stephanie asked me, “What’s your curfew?”
I laughed. “Right. Caroline will ground me if I come back late!”
Stephanie laughed, “If it’s okay with you I’d like to show you a nice place to park.”
“Sure, I love parking spots.”
Stephanie drove us into a wooded park and to a scenic overlook where she parked so we could look out at a dark valley with some hills and lights here and there. She leaned across the central console of the car, kissed me on the lips, and whispered, “let’s move to the back seat.” We both got out of the front and into the back. Stephanie put her arm across my shoulders and brought my lips to hers. We kissed for a while and then Stephanie felt me up. Her hand was inside the low neckline of my skating dress and over my bra. After a while she laughed and said, “Don’t be shy, Blake.” She must have been a mind reader since I had been trying to summon the nerve to feel her up. Now I gently slipped my hand inside her shirt and felt her bra with real boobs within it.
Eventually Stephanie’s hand roamed underneath my skirt until it confronted my bulge. We continued like this for an hour until Stephanie said, “This was marvelous. A nice start. I liked what I was feeling. What do you think?”
Still a bit dazed by the lingering memory of her kiss and the machinations of her hand, I said, dreamily, “Oh gosh, Stephanie, I’ve had such a marvelous day with you!”
I hoped she would mention taking me out again and she said, “We should go out again. I’d like to show you my apartment.”
“I’d love to see it,” I said and we both laughed.
***
When we returned to Caroline’s house, Stephanie helped me out of the car and escorted me up the walkway to the front door. Caroline was home and waiting for us. “Stephanie! So nice to see you.”
“Likewise, Caroline. Thanks for loaning me Blake. He’s absolutely lovely!” Stephanie said.
“My pleasure. Did you have fun?” Caroline said to me.
“Oh yes indeed. Ice skating is neat and especially with Stephanie. She made sure I didn’t fall and I slowly got some confidence.”
“Isn’t it a pretty outfit that Blake and I found?” Caroline said.
“Blake was very pretty gliding around the ice with his little skirt fluttering,” Stephanie said. “I hope to take him out again soon.”
“I’ll so love that,” I said.
“I’m glad that you both feel the same way!” Caroline said.
Stephanie said good night. I walked to the front stoop with her and she kissed me again. Then she turned away and I went inside and closed the door. It was a magical night. The truth was that I had some unused energy from making out with Stephanie and I joined Caroline in the living room where she was watching a show. I lay down putting my head in her lap. Somehow she knew that I would like a good suck on her breasts and she took them out one by one from her blouse and I avidly lapped on her nipples while she watched her show.
During a commercial I felt her trying to weasel her hand up inside my dress. It was too difficult what with my tights on. She then pulled my dress off my shoulders and then had me lower it down to my knees by lifting myself in stages. Caroline then had free range to put her hand inside my tights while I continued feasting on her bosoms. She amused herself with my responsive organ that was fresh from the gentle and pleasurable caressing of Stephanie.
***
On my next date with Stephanie we went to her house. Together we cooked a spaghetti and meatball dinner. We got along easily together. I deferred to her directions as she led me through the meal preparation.
“You’re a breath of fresh air,” Stephanie said when we sat down to eat. “My husband would never have helped me prepare a meal. He made me feel like I was his personal chef/servant. He rarely thanked me or let me know he liked what I cooked. Usually when he was on good behavior I knew it was because he was horny and was expecting me to submit to his fuck after dinner.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You deserve the full attention of your husband. There’s no excuse for treating one’s wife or husband like they are required to give you their services whether its cooking or sex!”
“What was your marriage like?” Stephanie asked.
“At the beginning I thought it worked well, then Linda started getting impatient with me. I became worried that I wasn’t living up to her requirements. I’d talk to her and I knew she wasn’t really listening to me. It’s tough to live with someone that you know you’re disappointing. I wish she could have articulated what she wanted from me but that wasn’t her strong suit. Of course, I came to see Caroline’s girdle as a chance to get a little of what would make me happy – it was a selfish act – and then she caught me and flipped out. She made no attempt to hear what I had to say about my feelings. Well, there was nothing new in that.”
“Linda and my husband are bossy people! I think that’s part of the problem.” Stephanie said.
“There are bosses and there are bosses. I think you’d make a perfect boss.”
Stephanie smiled. “Tell me about Caroline and her friends.”
“What would you like to know?”
“Are you and Caroline still…”
“Intimate? That’s on its last legs. Caroline wants me to get on with my life – and I agree. I shouldn’t continue to be her … what should I say? Plaything? Considering how much more mature she is than me, I never thought I could ever be more than her plaything. It’s been pretty enjoyable to tell you the truth. Caroline has loaned me to some of her friends. That’s been fun.”
“Like with Kate and Amy?”
“Oh, definitely. They know how to have fun with corsets.”
“You said at the meeting that you had gotten down to a 28-inch waist.”
“True. It took a little time. Inch by inch you tighten the corset so that you give your body a chance to adjust. At the start it felt tight but then my innards must have begun moving around to make way and it began to feel normal and then it felt quite good. Particularly because I loved the figure it gave me. The corset makes my waist rounder and less like an oval. I like that.”
“I see what you’re saying. I would love to see you in a corset. Do you have any plans to wear one again?”
“For you I’m happy to wear one. I don’t own any, but I can see if Kate and Amy would be willing to come by with a corset that I could try on.”
“That would be great, Blake. I hope you can arrange it. It would be so much fun besides the fact that I’m really curious to see your figure in a corset.”
At this juncture we stared at each other smiling. We both knew what was going to come this evening. We were adults. There was no reason to pussyfoot around with our attraction for each other. Caroline had given the green light. When the supper was done and we had cleaned the kitchen together, Stephanie invited me to sit down on the sofa. She turned Frank Sinatra on her sound system, poured us each another glass of wine, dimmed the lights, and sat down next to me. It was like she was pushing each of my buttons one after another and I was excited with anticipation.
I was wearing one of my prettiest dresses for the occasion. Underneath was an open bottom girdle with stockings and I sat primly with my legs together and hands folded in my lap. Stephanie wore black slacks and a green pullover shirt. I wondered how she would begin her seduction of me – there being no doubt that she would be in the dominant role.
Stephanie held me and we kissed. Long tongue-filled kisses that allowed us to spiral into great intimacy. Finally, Stephanie pulled down her pants and took them off. Then she rotated sideways on the sofa, spread her legs apart and gently lowered my head toward her panties. “There’s someone who’s been eager to meet you. Can you oblige?”
I laughed and said, “The feeling’s mutual.”
Stephanie was wearing a skimpy bikini style panty that I pushed it aside and eagerly did my best to pleasure her. It was an enjoyable experience. The warmth emanating from her loins cast a delightful spell over me. I heard her say, “Blake, I love how selfless you are. What a lovely sincere effort you’re putting into your caresses and I can’t tell you how strongly I’m feeling them!”
Of course words like this increased my ardor tenfold and I became an ever more avid customer for her heavenly female gifts. After some time I felt a tensing of her thigh muscles and increased vocalization followed by a long sigh. I was pretty sure that I had succeeded in relieving some of Stephanie’s tension. With a broad smile on her face she said, “You’ve done in two dates what my husband never achieved in years of his crappy effort!”
I laughed with pleasure to hear this. I loved the idea that I was useful to this lovely woman.
“Now’s the time when I explore inside that pretty dress of yours,” Stephanie said. She had me swivel around on the sofa and pulled my legs apart. She lifted up my skirt until she could get a good look at my girdle and the garters holding up my stockings. She reached up inside the girdle.
“My little friend has been anxious for you to visit,” I said and Stephanie laughed.
I felt Stephanie assessing the size, shape, and consistency of my member through my panties. “I can certainly confirm that!”
Stephanie worked her way inside my panties and I discovered that she had a great talent for knowing where and how to touch. “Yowzah!” I exclaimed. “So good!”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet!” Stephanie said, and she adjusted her position so her head worked its way inside my dress and the next thing I knew I was gasping with the insanely intense pleasure that only a thoughtful and experienced partner can deliver to the male instrument.
Just when I was about to climax, Stephanie said, “I’m going to keep on going this way. We can consummate our relationship the next time we’re together. What do you think?”
I was hardly in a position to talk but I said, “Sure! You know best!”
“Okay. Then I’d like to see what the end looks like here. Judging from what I’m sensing it’s going to be ‘A really big shew,’ to quote Ed Sullivan. “I laughed so hard that I got into a coughing fit. After I calmed down Stephanie said, “Are you OK?”
“Yes, so sorry. You’re beyond funny.”
Now Stephanie got down to work and in just a couple of minutes she clamped her mouth over me and absorbed my outpouring without spilling a drop. I watched as she swallowed it and said, “I’d have to say that this worked out pretty well, don’t you think?”
“It was wonderful. You’re wonderful. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have met you!”
“The feeling is mutual,” Stephanie said.
***
As promised, the next time Stephanie and I got together at her place, we began our exploration of lovemaking. Then ensued several months in which I saw Stephanie more and more frequently and we got ever better at pleasing each other. Finally, I needed to talk to Caroline about her. “The more I see Stephanie the more smitten I am with her.”
“You’re kidding!” Caroline teased me. “Of course I can see the growing affection you have for each other. I think that’s great.”
The truth was that as my relationship heated up with Stephanie the sexual side of my affair with Caroline had cooled and come to a halt. All things being equal I’m a monogamous guy. Besides that, Caroline didn’t want to interfere with my growing commitment to Stephanie. And for sure Stephanie was getting ever closer to me and more vulnerable to being hurt if I was inclined to accommodate the sexual desires of Caroline and her friends.
“Thank you, Caroline.”
“You know I like Stephanie. She’s a fine woman. If the two of you can find happiness together then that is precious. I don’t want to be a problem for either of you. Having said that there’s lots of ways that you and I can connect that don’t threaten the intimacy that you and Stephanie have. For example, I enjoy our girl time together when we shop and talk and cook.”
“I agree and that’s so nice to know. I also love doing girl things with you. I love the way you helped feminize me when Linda abandoned me. It was so good for my transition to know that I was appreciated for who I am. Loaning me out to your friends gave me many wonderful experiences that also helped me become the woman I am today.”
“Let’s invite Stephanie for dinner and we’ll also have Kate and Amy. They and I would actually love seeing the two of you together. It’s quite heartwarming to see young love.”
“If Kate and Amy come can they bring a corset for me to wear? I’d like to show you and Stephanie my 28-inch waist!”
“That’s a great idea. It’s been in the back of my mind to see you in a corset. I’ll ask Kate and Amy to bring one for you.”
***
A couple of weeks hence I was bustling with excitement awaiting the arrival of Stephanie for dinner. She came at the same time as Kate and Amy and they joined Caroline and I who were in the midst of making dinner. I must confess that even though it’s been just a few months since I met Stephanie, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fallen in love with her. Not the kind of love and affection I had for Caroline. No, rather the kind of romantic love where the scent of her hair or the angle she holds her head make my heart pound. Stephanie and I have found each other’s company to be stimulating, fun, and pleasurable.
The dinner menu was a garlic shrimp dish over pasta that Caroline knew was my favorite. I had told Stephanie about it and she was excited to have it. The dinner went very well. An amiable and clever group of five sat around the dining room table. Kate and Amy told fascinating stories about their travels. They invariably found interesting corsets to buy on each of their trips. Over the years they had built up their marvelous corset collection.
In the living room after dinner the conversation moved around between subjects until it eventually drifted to the subject of my corset training. “Blake has spoken to me fondly about the corset training you gave him,” Stephanie said to Kate and Amy.
“Yes,” Kate said. “We had a marvelous time with him. What did we achieve, Blake? Was it 28 inches? Yes, I do believe it was 28 inches.”
“For a novice that is remarkable,” Amy said.
“Do you think I could do even better like 27?” I said. “Do we dare try for 26?”
“That may be possible, Blake, depending on your courage and desire,” Kate said. “Realistically a 28 may be the limit for you and there’s no shame in that. Amy and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt by trying to get below 28.”
“28 is five inches less than you started with,” Amy said. “More than that is quite a challenge.”
“Seeing Blake with a 28-inch waist would be more than incredible for me,” Caroline said.
“Yes, indeed,” Stephanie said. “I don’t want Blake to hurt himself, but I do really want to see his corset training in person.”
“So what about it, Blake?” Amy said. “Would you like to corset train now?”
“Can I? I would love to.”
“We’ve brought your corset with us,” Amy said. She reached into a tote bag next to her and took out the same pink and ribboned one I had worn at their house.
“Oh, my old friend!” I said, eager to get reacquainted with it.
“What a marvelously pretty corset,” Stephanie said. “I had no idea it was so lovely.”
“It is beautiful,” Caroline said. “When Blake came home after his corset training with Kate and Amy, he had been gushing about how pretty the corset was, but this is even prettier than I imagined.”
“Thank you,” Amy said and began to laugh.
“Why are you giggling?” Caroline asked her.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that Amy and I planned a little surprise for Blake,” Kate said. “Amy’s so tickled by it that she’s laughing.”
“Tell us what it is!” Caroline said.
“Yeah, what’s the surprise?” I said.
“The surprise is that Kate and I cooked up a scheme to get you to a 26 waist,” Amy said. “Like we said before, an incentive is a good idea when attempting to get to a new reduced waist.”
“What’s the incentive?”
“Let me say it Amy,” Kate said. “Amy and I think that Blake would make a perfect princess. Would you want to be a princess?”
I looked at Stephanie, unsure of what to say. Of course, I would love nothing more than to be a princess.
“He’s looking for permission from Stephanie,” Caroline said laughing.
Stephanie laughed. “It’s sweet of you Blake to worry about my approval. Everything I know about you tells me that you’d love to dress like a princess. Am I right?”
I nodded my head.
“As long as you’re my princess and no one else’s,” Stephanie said, “than I think it’s lovely for you to be one.”
“I definitely only want to be your princess,” I said.
“Then let’s see how Kate and Amy are going to make you into one,” Stephanie said.
“Here’s how!” Kate said. Kate left the living room and returned shortly carrying a pink gown over one arm and a pink petticoat over the other. “Here is a princesses’ dream ballroom dress for Blake to wear with his corset. But the dress requires a 26 waist!”
“Oh my God. You mean if I can get to a 26 waist then I can wear the dress?”
“Yes exactly. But if you don’t get to 26 you can’t wear it. That’s your incentive to get to 26!”
“How clever,” Caroline said. “We all know that Blake could never resist an opportunity to wear a dress like this. My goodness it’s so feminine.”
Amy held it up for us to see. “It’s pretty and whimsical. Based on a French style from the 1870’s which is known for the lovely ornamentation and delicate, feminine textiles. In this case the dress is made from lavish silk satin and taffeta and has a décolleté neckline.”
“With the petticoat, the dress has the marvelous fullness that is expected of a princess,” Kate said.
A chemical reaction was taking off in my mind. No doubt it was exactly what Kate and Amy had been counting on. I would get to 26 or die trying! The dress was prettier than any dress I had ever seen before. An amazing creation of feminine froth. There was no way I could pass up the opportunity to be that pretty.
“So what do you think Blake?”
“I’m going to make 26 if it’s the last thing I do!”
“That’s the spirit,” Caroline said.
I looked at Stephanie and she said, “I’m rooting for you!”
“I won’t let you down!” I said. “I’ll get ready to wear the corset. First I have to slip into my strapless bra. It’ll take just a minute.”
While I was heading to my room to change bras, I overheard the ladies talking about how they hoped I’d be able to wear the dress. On my way back to the living room I stopped to listen to Caroline saying, “I’m so thankful that our hanky panky with Blake did not interfere with his finding a lovely woman like yourself. A woman that he can have a serious relationship with.”
“I’m a realist at heart,” Stephanie said. “There was no reason why you ladies shouldn’t have had your fun with him. Now that I’ve come along I do feel a bit guilty that you’ve had to forego that pleasure.”
“But I hope you understand our position. We’d feel a lot guiltier if we were selfish and deprived Blake of a romantic love such as he can have with someone his own age.”
“I do understand. I guess this is just the way life is. We can do what we can do, but there are limits.”
“Amen,” Caroline said, laughing. “Ultimately, Blake is so special because he gives us the best of both worlds. Blake can be as intimate with us as only a woman can be, but he also supplies the plumbing whose idiosyncrasies we find so delightful and fun.”
“And when it gushes – oh my God how delightful!” Kate said, and the ladies laughed.
At this remark I reentered the living room and the ladies stopped what they were saying to admire me. I was wearing just my bra and panty and I was holding stockings that I put on the coffee table and my spike heels that I carefully put on the floor nearby.
“Just marvelous!” Kate said. “Without further ado let’s get this corset on Blake.”
The ladies positioned the corset on me and began tightening the laces in the back. Their expertise allowed me to get to 30 inches almost immediately. Then I sat down and rested allowing the slow transformation of my body toward the round narrow waist that I could achieve. After a while I began noticing that the corset went from tight to comfortable.
Stephanie said, “I can already see the change in Blake’s figure. It’s so darling. I definitely love the idea of him having a slim sexy waist.” Stephanie put her hands on my waist and felt how slim I had become.
“Ready for another inch or two?” Amy asked.
I nodded my head and she and Kate pulled on the laces and my waist shrank some more. Being the center of attention I felt courageous and allowed my waist to shrink down to 28 inches like the last time. The corset was very tight now and I concentrated on relaxing my torso. After a delayed reaction my waist began conforming to the dictates of the corset and I settled into the same equilibrium that I had achieved with the corset the previous time I had worn it. A blissful feeling of liberation from my boy body overwhelmed me. I felt that I was connected to a long line of women stretching back into history who carried on their lives having corseted waists. In my mind’s eye I was a hyper-delicate girl – almost like an ornament. A Christmas tree ornament. Decorative and fragile.
I listened to the ladies’ discussing the ins and outs of corsetry with Amy and Kate answering questions. After a while I recognized that the corset felt more or less agreeable and the time was right to get another inch. “I think I’m ready for another inch,” I said to Amy.
“Are you sure, Blake?” Stephanie asked. “You look so exquisite now. I love how your boobs are propped up by the top of the corset. It’s so sexy.”
“I really want to fit in the dress, is that okay?” I said.
“Of course, Blake. I think you should try for 26. Just don’t hurt yourself trying!”
“Okay, Blake,” Kate said, “here goes. Stop us if it hurts too much!”
Kate and Amy pulled hard on the laces of the corset. This was definitely a whole new ballgame in tightness. I was relieved when Kate said, “27 inches!”
“Wow!” Caroline said.
“Incredible!,” Stephanie said. “You look like you’re suffering a bit.”
“Yes, it’s tight. It is definitely tight this time!”
“Let’s give it a few minutes and see what happens,” Amy said.
“Sure. I think I already feel a bit of the tightness easing.”
“Regardless of anything, your figure is so pretty,” Stephanie said.
“Thanks,” I said. “Please continue your conversation. I’ll let you know when it’s time for the last inch!”
The women continued to talk while I slowly paced the living room hoping that the vise-like pressure on my waistline would ease up. I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror at myself. My hair had grown out in the last few months and framed my face. Caroline’s hairdresser had taken me under her wing and helped me develop an attractive look. The little makeup I had come to put on most days helped accentuate the femininity of my face.
I looked downward and was shocked at how coquettish my waist had become. It was a pretty sight and gave me encouragement to continue onwards in the hope of being able to wear the pretty dress. My boost in confidence had the desired effect of provoking a final rearrangement of my internal organs so that I knew that I’d now be able to accommodate the final inch.
I rejoined the ladies and said, “Okay. One inch more!”
“You’re sure?” Kate said.
“Yep. I think my waist found a new stasis that should accommodate one more inch.”
“Okay,” Kate said.
She and Amy pulled on the laces of my corset. It was tough to make progress and they asked Caroline and Stephanie to help them. The four women now pulled together and I felt a new tightening until Amy called out “26!” They tied the ends of the laces and I smiled wanly hoping for a quick relaxation inside my body that would accommodate the new waistline. This time I wasn’t so sure it was going to happen. I walked to the mirror again and was astonished by my waist. What an amazing figure I now had. My prominent boobs at the top of the corset, my tiny waist, and the outward swell of my hips. It was a bit painful but I smiled at my reflection. I felt a surge of excitement and pleasure. Perhaps it was a runner’s high. My adrenaline poured into my blood stream with the excitement of having such a sexy feminine shape.
A few minutes later I began to feel better. The pain eased up and I joined the ladies. “I think 26 is my limit, but I’m actually feeling pretty good. It’s tight, but my body has happily adjusted to it.”
“Then you’re ready to try on the dress?” Kate asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said.
“First we’ll help you put on your stockings. That’s one thing about corsets – forget about ever touching your feet!” Amy said. I lifted one foot and the other and she and Kate put on my stockings and attached them to the garters dangling from the bottom of the corset.
Next, Kate held my hand and I stepped into the pink petticoat as she brought it up to my waist. Then Kate and Amy gently lowered the dress over my head. In the back, underneath the layers of taffeta were a long row of buttons that fastened from my hips upwards. “With your 26-inch waist I hope and pray that we can easily button you up from your tush to your neck,” Kate said. She and Amy made slow and steady progress buttoning as they rose up and the dress narrowed toward my waist. Then I felt them moving the two sides of the fabric together and buttoning at the narrowest part of the corset. Beyond that the dress easily buttoned up to my neckline.
“Just beautiful,” Kate said. “Your waist is the perfect size to fit the dress. Not a quarter inch to spare!”
“Now your heels,” Amy said. I lifted each leg and she strapped my feet into the heels.
I saw Stephanie and Caroline looking at me with ear-to-ear grins. “How darling.” Caroline said.
“So pretty, Blake,” Stephanie said. “You must look in the mirror and see how pretty you are. This has got to be the prettiest dress ever and you look so lovely in it.”
I went to Caroline’s bedroom where there was a full-length mirror and took a long rapturous look at myself. I had to wipe away a few tears that came from this culmination of every wish and fantasy I had ever had in my life. No one could ever accuse me of not being a woman. I was so gorgeous in the dress. My seductively narrow waist, flaring bosom, and impossibly full skirts. And all the pretty lace and ribbony details on the dress. I was a beautiful pink princess who could have stepped out of a Disney movie.
When I rejoined the ladies in the living room they had me pose for pictures. Stephanie took one from every angle and then I sat down and they took some more. When we were done, Stephanie took me by the hand and led me to the dining room just out of sight of the ladies. She put her arms around my waist. “I don’t know what I love most,” she said. “Your beautiful thin waist, the pretty dress, or the amazing feminine image you project. They all wonderfully stir my emotions. I’ve fallen in love with you Blake!”
Stephanie drew me in to her and kissed me. When the kiss ended I said, “I’ve been in love with you for a while. I’m so happy I now can say it! I love you, Stephanie.”
While we were embracing the doorbell rang. We heard Caroline say, “Who could that be?”
From where we were standing Stephanie and I could not see the front door. But we heard the door open and Caroline exclaim, “Linda!”
“Hi, Aunt Caroline! Are you going to invite me in?”
“Oh, sure, it’s such a surprise to see you,” Caroline said. Linda walked into the living room and noticed Kate and Amy. She said, “I’m sorry, Caroline, you have friends over. I shouldn’t barge in on you but I’m a bit anxious to see Blake.”
“Blake?”
“He’s still staying here, isn’t he?” Linda said.
I was frozen in place staring at Linda and intensely aware that I was wearing the pretty dress. It had been months since I had seen Linda or even talked with her.
“Yes, of course,” Caroline said and added, “Oh, how rude of me, I should introduce you.”
“No, it’s rude of me to drop in without warning.” Linda said. “I’m Linda, Blake’s wife,” she said to Kate and Amy.
Caroline started to say, “These are Kate and Amy,” but Linda interrupted.
“Where’s Blake?” Linda asked.
“What happened. Why have you come?” Caroline asked, ignoring her question.
“It’s a long story. I don’t want to get into it. But basically, that guy Tad I was seeing turned out to be a macho prick and I realized that I actually prefer a gentle, kind of girly guy like Blake. Blake’s so unthreatening and he’ll do whatever I tell him to do. So he wants to wear girdles. I don’t care. He can wear bras also and have boobs. Just so long as I call the shots.”
“Blake will be surprised, to say the least,” Caroline said.
“I’ve come to collect him and take him home with me,” Linda said.
“Oh!” Caroline said. “Do you think he’ll want to go?”
Linda laughed. “Caroline, I’m surprised at you. Blake will do whatever I tell him to do. I own him. He’s my husband.”
I looked at Stephanie with terror. The two of us walked back into the living room. “This is Stephanie …” Caroline started to say.
Linda cut her off saying to me, “You look familiar.”
“Hi, Linda,” I said, sheepishly.
Linda looked intensely at me and suddenly gasped, “Blake? Holy shit! You’re my Blake?” She laughed uproariously. “What a get up. Where in the world did you get a waist like that and such a dress? You’re a bloody princess!”
Linda stepped back and looked at everyone. “What’s going on here?” she said. “Caroline. You’ve made Blake your little plaything? Is that what’s happened while he’s been here? You ladies have dressed him up to be your little sex toy? Really, Aunt Caroline? You took advantage of Blake’s weakness?”
“Linda honey,” Caroline said, “your jumping to conclusions.”
“Then tell me what’s going on,” Linda said. “My husband is dressed like a princess and surrounded by ladies.”
“You left six months …” Caroline started to say.
“Caroline, let me tell her,” I said interrupting. “Linda, you were so angry about my stealing Caroline’s girdle that you abandoned me and refused to talk to me or see me.”
“Like what did you expect?”
“I’m not saying you were wrong. I deserved your anger. But I also think I deserved your being willing to listen to me and try to understand my feelings.”
“Why do I have to listen to you? In our marriage you do as you’re told. That’s the dynamic that we found out after four years worked very well for us. Only stealing Caroline’s girdle was not part of my plans for you.”
“But you should listen to me, Linda!” My voice had gotten hoarse as I fought off crying.
“No surprise there,” Linda said. “Have a good cry.”
“What I’m trying to say is that Caroline’s friends at her church are very welcoming to me. They don’t mind my wearing girdles…”
“I told you that I’ve come to accept that about you,” Linda said. “You can wear girdles when we get back. Bras too. I can see that you’re very well stacked right now.”
“It’s more than wearing girdles and bras,” I said. “I like pretty dresses and a thin waist. Kate and Amy have trained me to wear corsets and I love them.”
“So you want to be a princess,” Linda said. “It’s all the same to me. You can be a bloody princess for all I care. You can wear a corset every day. The thing is that I’ve decided to take you back. Pack your things and let’s go.”
I began to cry and said, “I’m sorry Linda. I can’t go with you.”
“Look Blake. My patience is wearing thin. I’ve conceded everything. You get to prance around like a princess at home, but you’re going home one way or another. I don’t want to have to smack you, but I will if necessary. Now get going.”
“Linda, how can you even begin to talk about smacking Blake?” Caroline said.
“When he gets his stuff and goes to the car then I won’t have to smack him.”
“Look Linda. Stephanie is my girlfriend,” I said.
“Girlfriend?” Linda said looking at her.
“Yeah. I’m Stephanie and Blake is right. We’re girlfriend and boyfriend.”
“Sorry Stephanie but you don’t get to be girlfriend to my husband.”
“You were having an affair …” I said.
“And you stole a girdle. I merely showed you what the consequences are for sneaking around behind my back.”
“Linda dear,” Caroline said. “Why didn’t you have any interest in at least listening to Blake’s reasons for taking my girdle.”
“The reason was always obvious,” Linda said. “He acts like a girl so he wants to dress like one. Just a basic perversion.”
“He’s actually a woman,” Stephanie said. “There’s nothing perverted about that.”
Linda laughed. “Woman? The last I looked, which was six months ago, Blake had a cock between his legs.”
“That’s irrelevant,” Stephanie said.
“Irrelevant? Are you crazy?” Linda said.
“Blake is through and through a girl,” Stephanie said. “He loves to dress up like a girl because he is one. He’s like you and me, except his preference is for the prettiest clothing. There are plenty of women like that. Regardless of any of that, look how pretty Blake is now. There’s no boy there at all even if he has a penis.”
“We’re getting off track here,” Linda said. “Blake has no right to pretend he has a girlfriend.”
“I’m not pretending, Linda,” I said.
Linda’s mouth formed a scowl and she said, “I don’t care if she is or isn’t your girlfriend, I own you. You’re mine. You’re going to be mine regardless of psycho Aunt Caroline, her friends, and your supposed girlfriend. So pack up your stuff. I’m taking you home.”
“Please don’t do that,” I cried out.
“C’mon Linda. Be reasonable. Have a heart,” Caroline said.
“Just try and stop me,” Linda said.
I turned to Stephanie and said, “Please don’t let her take me!” Tears were flowing and I said to Caroline, “Oh, please Caroline don’t let Linda take me with her!”
“Blake said he doesn’t want to go,” Stephanie said.
“You and what army is going to stop me?” Linda said.
It was true that Linda appeared to be tougher than Stephanie.
“Blake is a person,” Caroline said. “You can’t own a person.”
“Legally Blake is my husband. He’ll do whatever I tell him to do or …”
“Or what? You’re going to hit him?” Stephanie said.
“If I have to. Haven’t you noticed that my girdle loving, corset wearing, pansy of a husband is scared of being hit? He’ll scoot right into my car if I so much as raise my hand to him.”
Linda raised her fist up and came towards me. “Get in the car, Blake. We’ll get your things another time.”
I raised my hands to protect my face and crouched in fear. Amy said, “Come on ladies. There’s four of us and one of her!”
She, Kate, Stephanie, and Caroline, took up a position between Linda and me. “Not so fast Linda,” Stephanie said.
“You had your chance with Blake,” Caroline said, “and you blew it. He’s now free of you. Your marriage is just a formality until the divorce decree.”
“I’m not divorcing him,” Linda said. “I’m keeping him.”
“We outnumber you, Linda,” Caroline said. “You can’t win. Give up. You don’t even love Blake and he doesn’t love you anymore.”
“That’s what’s so crazy,” Stephanie said. “You don’t love him! You freaked out when you saw the girdle – but the girdle means everything to Blake. You had a bad experience with Tad and all of a sudden you’ll now put up with Blake’s girdles, for what? For your ego? Don’t you want love? Can’t you find a real man to love?”
Linda didn’t answer and Caroline added, “Look at how pretty Blake is. You don’t care about that. You don’t even see it. But to Blake it’s everything. It’s bliss. It’s him being fully the girl he is inside.”
“I’ll buy him all the girdles and bras he wants,” Linda said, halfheartedly. It was clear she was losing steam. “If you come home with me you can be a princess, if you want.”
Through my tears I said, “I’m sorry, Linda. I want to be loved because I wear girdles, not just tolerated. I know that in your heart of hearts you don’t agree that I’m a woman. So how could you ever achieve true happiness with me? The truth is that I’ve fallen deeply in love with Stephanie who does truly love me for the woman I am.”
It was clear that Linda was realizing just how impossible her situation was. Even if she dragged me home with her, she’d have a miserable husband who longed for his girlfriend. Finally Linda said, “Okay. I get the house. I get everything. Blake gets nothing. Then I’ll divorce him without a fight.”
“Sure Linda,” I said. “You can have the house and everything else. I’ve hurt you and I’ll always regret having done so. I should have confessed my love of girdles before we got married. But I didn’t own any until I got Caroline’s so I guess I never thought that was something I needed to tell you. I mean it was abstract, I guess. Does this make any sense?”
“You’re a sorry excuse for an aunt, Caroline,” Linda said. “Shame on you for not supporting me.”
“I don’t feel shame, Linda. Even you have benefited from Blake stealing my old girdle. You learned a lesson in tolerance and understanding that you sorely lacked when you first found out what he had done. I understand that your feelings are hurt. But life went on for Blake while you were learning some life lessons. Now he’s in love with Stephanie and he’s found out that he can live as the woman he wants to be. You should be happy for him.”
“Happy?”
“It might not mean anything to you, Linda,” I said, “but I hope that we can be friends one day.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Linda said and turned around and left the house.
When she was gone Caroline said, “Wow, that was something else. Actually I think that Linda will one day come around and thank us for not giving Blake to her. She’ll meet someone and fall in love. I’m sure of it.”
“I hope so.” I realized that I was now penniless and said, “I think I gave away everything I own to Linda.”
“A small price to pay for your freedom,” Stephanie said. “Now we’re free to see where you and I can go from here.”
“And you can rely on me to help you out,” Caroline said.
“Us too,” Kate and Amy said.
The ladies helped me out of the dress and then loosened my corset. Caroline invited Stephanie to spend the night and so at the end of this emotionally draining day, Stephanie and I snuggled in my bed together. As we lay holding each other I remembered that Stephanie had earlier told me that she loved me. I laughed and Stephanie asked me what that was about. I said, “You know that I’m yours, right?”
“Yes, of course I do. Don’t think for a moment that I ever would have given you to Linda. You’re my girl now. You’re all mine.”
“You own me?”
“You better believe it.”
I smiled in the dark. That was exactly how I wanted it to be.
The End