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I am not the author of this developing TG novel -- Pamela is.  Write her.  
Earlier chapters can be found at www.Fictionmania.com under Pamela's name as 
author.  -- V.T.


Charlotte's Niece


Chapter 7


Copyright 2000,  Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)




Getting out of bed the next morning, I remembered that I had slept in the 
pretty panties. Memories of the previous evening came flooding back.  I went 
into the bathroom to pee. From where I stood I could see my reflection in 
the large mirror overlooking the counter. The  panties were white with 
several rows of lace across the rear and around to the front. Periodically 
in the white lace was a small pink flower. The leg holes were surrounded by 
the same sort of lace. I took the panties off and inspected them to see if  
there was any obvious sign I had worn them. They were slightly wrinkled, but 
not that much more than they would be coming out of the drier. To be safe  I 
folded them extra carefully and smoothed them with my hands. I laid them 
ever so carefully back in the drawer, so I was sure that snoopy Ethel would 
not figure out that I had borrowed them.

Why had I borrowed them? Another of my acts of defiance? No, not really.  It 
was after Charlotte had kissed me and I had cried. Still, I must have been 
hoping to hurt Charlotte for hurting me.

I couldn't wait for the evening, I had so much juicy gossip to tell the 
girls. And I could stay out a whole extra hour!



**************************

That afternoon while helping Ethel with dinner, I asked her why Charlotte 
and her friends hated men so much.

"They don't exactly hate men," she started to say, then hesitated, "but I 
can see how you'd get that impression."

"The way they talked last night scared me."

"I know, and we felt just awful about it! I hope we made that clear to you 
last night! Didn't we?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"You put a bunch of ladies together and before you know it, they're being a 
bit silly. They play off each other."

"Still, I think Charlotte prefers girls to boys."

"Why would you say that?"

"I think she's always liked Lei more than me!"  I didn't know how I got the 
courage to say that, but I felt that Ethel could be trusted with the 
thought.

"No, no, Greg honey!"

"But she's always spent more time with Lei."

"Its only because she talks about girl things with her. You know, she finds 
a new style skirt or something at work and brings one for Lei. She only 
works with girl fashions, you know that."

"I know."

"Besides, she got you Mudd jeans and bought you panties. Given the chance 
she's as interested in you as Lei."

Ethel made it seem true. Maybe I had been overly sensitive. "Even getting 
you panties, you made it so hard for Charlotte. Now she's a bit hesitant to 
mention fashion ideas she might have for you!"

"Like what else? I mean I am wearing the pink panties she bought me. To be 
honest I don't really know if its right that I should be.  I'm afraid that 
somebody could find out! I think most people think of panties as just for 
girls." I started to blush. "I mean I can't see what else I could possibly 
wear."

"Don't you mind what other people think!  Charlotte and I admire your good 
sense."

It occurred to me that if I really had good sense, I wouldn't be wearing 
panties at all.

"In a way its too bad that she can't bring you girls clothes, because you 
are, in some ways, closer in temperament to her "niece" as she calls her, 
than Lei is."

"What do you mean, closer? Closer than Lei?"

"Yeah, Lei is kind of a tough girl. You're softer."

"You mean I'm a wimp?" I remembered how I was crying outside the lingerie 
shop.

"I didn't say she thought of you as a wimp."

"But if she thinks I'm soft?"

"I didn't say soft. I said softer. Like kinder, less brash, more 
considerate. There is nothing unmasculine about being gentle!"

"You think Charlotte prefers me over Lei?"

"Not prefers, but my guess is that she sees you as more sympatico. I must 
say I am sure Lei would never sit still long enough to help make dinner like 
you do. And to tell you the truth, I have to help her with her room every 
day. She is a natural born... shall I say S-L-O-B."

I laughed merrily at the thought. So I wasn't crazy after all - Lei was a 
slob!

"Charlotte and I are both fond of both of you. You are precious to us."

The words made me feel very happy.  Ethel was nice to talk to.

"Its nice that you'll be here all summer!"

"I like being here," I said, surprising myself.

"Its good for Charlotte. You're a lot like her imaginary niece - in a good 
way - and not in the sense that  you're like a girl!" she hastened to add, 
"I'm sure if only Charlotte had access to boys clothes, she'd be bringing 
you presents just like she does Lei."

"And her niece!"

"Yes, I suppose you could call those presents. Unopened, unappreciated 
presents."  Ethel sounded sad.

Changing the subject, Ethel said, "Its  kind of new to Charlotte having real 
live kids living with her. Its very good for her. She's been nervous about 
doing the right thing, believe it or not."

"She always seems so, so,... so self-assured," I said.

"Not because she is, but because she's nervous!"

I could understand that. Sometimes the more nervous I get, the more relaxed 
I look, mainly because I'm trying to force myself to look relaxed.

"I still think that there was an undertone of some sort of, i don't know, 
hatred, anger or something about men.   Maybe its because of what you were 
saying about her not having a baby."

The sentence hung in the air for a minute since Ethel didn't respond 
immediately, though I did see here face contorting as if she were trying to 
make a decision. I started getting involved in my dinner jobs when abruptly 
Ethel said, "I think we have plenty time to finish making the dinner before 
Charlotte comes home. Sit down because I want to tell you some things that 
you must absolutely never share with anyone. Do you promise?"

Enthralled and fearful I  agreed to the condition.

"That means Linda and her friends, and all your other friends?"

"Yes, I promise," I said.  And I knew it was a promise I'd definitely keep.


**************************

"I've already told you about Charlotte expecting a baby and then having it 
aborted and not being able to have babies again."  I nodded in agreement. 
"Well, what I didn't tell you was about how she got hurt and lost the child. 
  In fact, let me start at the beginning."

Ethel was deep in thought and I saw her screw up her face thinking about how 
far back to begin the story.

"OK. A good place to begin is to mention where I met Charlotte. It was at 
FIT, the Fashion Institute of Technology. We were both students. She was 
tremendously popular. If you think she's beautiful now, she was absolutely 
knockdown gorgeous back then at 21 years old." Ethel started to giggle. 
"Back then was her leather phase. She only wore black leather. Skin tight 
black leather pants and halter tops. Tight leather skirts. Her nails were 
painted black and she wore a black choker with a silver lightening rod on 
the front. About as far as you can imagine from the pretty pink, lacy 
clothes she buys for her niece."

"Anyway, I was a little bit wilder myself back then. I didn't wear leather, 
but miniskirts hanging just a millimeter above my panties. Really tight tops 
and I used to get these killer bras that were real pointy. Charlotte and I 
made one hell of a team. You can't imagine what it did to our teachers. I've 
never seen so many middle aged men running behind their desks to hide their 
you know whats."  Ethel laughed out loud at the memory. I blushed thinking 
of my own problems in that regard.

"I know what you're thinking Greg. Look at Charlotte and Ethel now, but you 
have to realize we were once young also, and we did care about things other 
than martinis and hospital corners on the beds. The reason why I'm 
mentioning this to you is that it  was that time when Charlotte met the man 
who was later to become the father of her lost child. His name was Rick. He 
didn't go to FIT. Charlotte met him at a bar in the village. He had recently 
driven to Manhattan from LA on his Harley, where he had been raised.  
Whatever image that gives you, forget it. Rick had memorized every single 
one of Shakespeare's sonnets. Just tell him which number, or give him the 
opening words and he could quote the whole thing.  He had studied them for 
years when he was teenager; it had kept him sane in the alcoholic family he 
grew up in. He was handsome, muscular and had even had some small parts in 
films."

"Rick was a sculptor, not just any kind of sculptor, but a sculptor in iron 
and steel. Dense, hundred pound hunks of metal twisted, welded and polished 
into unnerving shapes.  There was something so masculine about his 
sculptures that I remember Charlotte and I almost had... you know, we got 
very excited  seeing it.  Rick was a powerful man. His biceps were as big as 
a persons head. He had to be strong to fabricate his art."

"They fell heavily in love with each other. She the perfect woman for him, 
he the perfect man for her.  It was truly magical. They were inseparable, 
and the relationship lasted for years.  The only dark side of it was that 
for some reason..." Here Ethel hesitated at some painful memory.

"No, let me back up a second. I mean to say that Charlotte became pregnant 
and of course, Rick wanted to marry her. It was maybe a year or two earlier 
than they were thinking about, but it was OK with them. Well what happened 
was that Charlotte was having a fairly stressful pregnancy which required a 
lot of sonograms, and she ended up finding out that the baby was to be a 
girl.  When she told Rick, without hesitating he said that of course she'd 
abort the baby since their first child had to definitely be a boy.   
Charlotte thought he was joking, but it was no joke. It turned out that the 
only way Rick had justified having the baby was that he was going to get a 
son. He had no time for girls. Maybe  in a few years when his creative moods 
would be different he could entertain the idea. Right now,   a daughter 
would ruin his sculpting.   Well you can imagine the fights that then 
ensued.  Charlotte though he was full of you know what. She was carrying a 
daughter and a  daughter it was going to be. Rick would have to love it."


"Perhaps partly in spite, partly because of a deep inner need, Charlotte 
decorated the room they had set aside in their apartment for the nursery in 
the brightest and girlish pink lacy everything she could find. You can 
imagine the contrast with her black leather attire! She also bought girly 
baby supplies, pink frilly diaper covers, even a supply of pink diapers. As 
these preparations progressed, Charlotte's fights with Rick escalated. 
Finally, he told her that their relationship was quits. She could raise the 
girl herself. He was clearing out. Charlotte made it clear how much he would 
pay, which was everything he had, including all his sculptures."

Here Ethel stopped once again. After a few moments in a much more subdued 
voice she said, "and then they had the fateful fight." I could see tears 
misting over her eyes, and I felt a great urge to cry, though I held back.  
She continued, "somehow, in a rage, he punched her hard in the belly, then 
stormed out. She felt a great pain inside her and later that night she 
called me to come over. I ran over as fast as I could and after taking one 
look at her, I called in the emergency. An ambulance took her to the 
hospital where she aborted the baby."  Ethel was crying openly now and I 
joined in. We held each other and I felt my tears running onto her shoulder 
and making her dress wet.  My chest was still heaving with sobs when I 
sensed she had regained her composure. She held me tightly and let me get to 
the end of my crying spell.

Ethel said with a tremendous struggle: "the terrible terrible irony was that 
the baby turned out to be a boy!"  This completely did me in and I had to 
run to the bathroom to get tissues. My nose was running as much as my eyes.  
No wonder, I thought to myself, why Charlotte hates men! What a truly evil 
man Rick had been.

When I came back to the kitchen, Ethel was busily working on the dinner 
again.  I said, "what happened when Rick heard that it was a boy?"

"He desperately tried to apologize to Charlotte. She let him give his speech 
just once. She didn't say anything to him, and despite many many phone calls 
and visits to her apartment, she never ever said one word to him again. Its 
been over ten years and she has never talked to him. Its been about 9 years 
since he stopped trying to communicate with her.  I suppose he was lucky 
that Charlotte did not press murder charges against him.

I joined in helping with the dinner.  There was an awful lot to think about 
and as I worked making the salad and setting the table, I replayed the story 
over and over again in my head.  I wondered how the doctors could have made 
such a stupid mistake, but it really wasn't anywhere as stupid as Rick.  
Poor Charlotte, and I felt like crying again, but stopped myself. Later that 
night, when I went to bed, I'd have myself a great big cry!



********************************

Shortly before Charlotte was due back, I said to Ethel, "there is something 
I was meaning to ask you."

"What dear?"

"Well, you know that I went to Linda's on Tuesday night."

"The lovely girl who lives upstairs?"

"Yes, well, somehow I ended up telling her and her friends about the 
decorations in my bedroom and about Charlotte's niece and her clothes.  
Anyway, they sort of asked me if they could come down and take a look. Just 
out of curiosity."

"I don't think Charlotte...."

"Really it was just the fancy clothes they are most curious about," I said 
cutting her off. I could guess what she was about to say.  "They thought 
that maybe I could show them some of the clothes, if Charlotte didn't mind. 
I could take a few things up to Linda's apartment, so the girls could see 
them."

"Honey, if it were up to me, I'd have no problem with it, but you know how 
much the clothes mean to Charlotte.  I'm not sure she'd allow that.  But no 
matter what, you really have to check with her!"

"Can't you just give me permission?"

"Greg, there's no harm in asking Charlotte when she comes home."

"It doesn't really matter," I said.

"Greg, don't be shy. You should ask her when she gets back. Anyway, maybe I 
could help you pick out a few things that she might not care so much about. 
Lets take a look."

Ethel put down a dish she was holding and led me to my bedroom. She sat on 
the bed, leaned over and opened the lower dresser drawer.  The pile of 
panties and bras was arranged as I had left them that morning. "My, my, 
she's got some lovely things here," Ethel said.

"Yeah, I saw them when I first moved in."

She picked up the top pair of panties and opened them up to show off the 
lace on the front and rear.  "Gosh, aren't these pretty!"

"Uh, hunh," I said, feeling just like I had that morning when looking at 
myself in the mirror.  The lace and the occasional pink flower were very 
pretty.

"Oh my word," I heard her say, and she brought the panty closer to her eyes 
to look at more carefully. "Oh my word!"

"What is it?" I said with alarm.

"These look like they've been worn!"

"How could that be?" I said.

I watched nervously as Ethel screwed up her face in thought. "I'm sure these 
have never been worn before. Greg, honey," she said, turning toward me, "did 
you already sneak these out to show the girls!"

"No," I said.

Ethel thought about my answer for a second, and said, "Greg, tell me the 
whole story. I think you know who wore these panties!"

"It was me, Ethel, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was so important! I tried 
them on the other day. I was curious about the difference  between them and 
the ones Charlotte got me. She said that panties are better for me, so I 
wanted to see why."

"I know she said that Greg, but they're not your panties. Charlotte bought 
them for her niece and her niece only. I'll have to tell her about it."

"No, please don't. I don't want her to be mad at me. Please Ethel. I didn't 
know that it was a big deal. I mean they're right in my room and 
everything!"

"What else did you try on? A bra? A slip? A dress?" Ethel started to get up 
as if to go to the closet to look.

"Nothing!"

"Do you swear it."

"Yes!"

Ethel regarded me sternly and finally said, "I'm going to believe you, Greg, 
because I think you're an honest boy."

"Thank you Ethel. Then you won't tell Charlotte?"

"I can't promise that, but I'll think about it. Does this mean that you want 
to get prettier panties? You know, there isn't any reason to wear 
Charlotte's niece's panties.  I'm sure Charlotte would be happy to get you 
your own pretty panties."

"It's not that I want prettier panties! I mean I don't want panties. I was 
just playing around!"

"What a funny way to play!"

"Its not what you think. Charlotte told me that pretty panties make girls 
feel pretty. I wanted to see if that happened to me. If they made me feel 
pretty!" For some reason I felt it important to inject some logic into the 
conversation.

Ethel laughed, "you misunderstood Charlotte's meaning. Yes, pretty panties 
make girls feel pretty, but only girls that want to feel pretty. A girl puts 
on pretty panties because they make her feel the way she wants to feel.  
Like if a girl sees some pretty panties like these, she might be thinking `I 
would love to wear them so I could feel  as pretty as I want to feel.' Is 
that what you were thinking? That you wanted to feel pretty?"

"I didn't want to feel pretty," I said. `I don't know, Ethel. I thought I 
was trying to find out if they made me feel pretty."

"Why did you have to find that out?"

"I don't know."

"What did you find out?"

"About what?"

"Did you feel pretty?"

"No, I don't think so, well maybe a little bit." Ethel was staring hard at 
me and I was afraid she'd say I was lying.

"I would think that boys can't feel pretty. Can they?"

"I don't know Ethel.  I just did it once to see what was so special about 
them. They made me feel kind of girlish. That was what I was afraid of at 
the bra shop."

"That pretty panties would make you feel girlish and pretty? Really? I'm 
having a hard time with the idea that pretty panties MAKE someone feel 
pretty.  I think you must have wanted to feel pretty."

"I didn't want to feel like that! I was just curious."

"But why curious?"

Ethel seemed like a lawyer to me. "I could be curious for many reasons!" I 
said.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Are you going to tell my mom?"

"Greg!"

"You are!"

"Of course not, Greg, honey. This is between you and me. I've trusted you 
with some secrets and you can trust me with your secrets!"

"I'm sorry Ethel."

"Its OK, Greg. I just want you to not feel threatened. Neither Charlotte or 
I would ever want to hurt your feelings. Its just that its a fairly serious 
thing - you wearing Charlotte's niece's panties and I think you should not 
be afraid to ask yourself why you did it."

"Maybe I just did it so I could understand girls better?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Ethel said. I saw her eyes contract a bit 
as she added, "is that why you tried on your mom's bra too?"

"I didn't wear my mom's bra! Who told you that!"

"When you left the bra shop in such agitation, Lei and your mom were very 
worried and they mentioned that you had worn your mom's bra. They were 
trying to figure out why you had gotten so upset about the panties."

"They don't have any proof!"

"Are you sure? Lei was adamant that you had, and your mom pretty much agreed 
with her. They were certain that you must have tried on one of her bras that 
she had left in the bathroom after bathing."

"I accidentally knocked it down and couldn't remember which hook it had been 
on!"

"OK, but your mom says that the shoulder straps were off from their normal 
position. That couldn't have happened just by falling to the ground! 
Somebody must have tried it on."

"I don't know what you mean by the shoulder strap positions."

"Here, Greg," Ethel said, and she put back the panty and took out the top 
bra in the pile.  The bra  matched the panties. It was made of a  delicate, 
white, satiny, almost transparent material, with a sparse pattern of pink 
flowers intertwined in white lace. She held it up by the shoulder straps and 
  pointed to the adjustable buckles. "See these buckles? You can adjust the 
size of the straps to fit any particular girl. Normally, they stay in one 
position and never change, and the strap gets a permanent crease at that 
spot. Your mom says that she noticed that both buckles had moved."

"So?"

"So somebody other than your mom would have had to been wearing the bra for 
that to happen."

"All right!" I growled. "So I tried her bra on! It was just there and I 
wanted to see what it felt like to wear a bra! Do you think I'm sick?"

"Sick? I don't know where you get that from."

"So you don't think I'm sick?"

"Of course not!"

"But its wrong, isn't it?"

"Well, you really shouldn't wear your mom's bras or Charlotte's niece's 
panties. Would you want someone wearing your underwear?"

"No!"

"If you want to wear bras as well as panties, then I think it must be more 
than just wanting to feel pretty or even wanting to see what it feels like 
to be dressed as a girl."

"What do you mean?"

"How pretty was your mom's bra that you tried on?"

"I don't remember it too well."

"Was it as lacy as the panties?"

"No."

"Well, then putting on the bra couldn't be to feel pretty, could it?"

"I guess not."

"Maybe what's important is that it was your mother's bra. It could  be that 
you want to be like your mom.  To emulate her, follow in her foot steps, so 
to speak.   Dressing like her helps you to get to be more like her. Your mom 
is such a fine woman, I think anybody could envy her."

"I don't want to be my mom!"

"I mean subconsciously. You might want to grow up to be like her.   Wearing 
her bra could be a way of pretending you're her.   And the panties also. You 
get to experience being your mom."

I did like my mom, but I  wanted to be a scientist. If anything, my dad's 
job seemed a lot more exciting. "I dunno," I said, dejectedly.

"What do you feel like when you're wearing a bra?"

"I don't know, Ethel. I don't think I'm going to do it again."

"So thats the full extent of your dressing up?"

"Yeah," I said half heartedly. "but I did once try on Lei's bra. It was the 
day after we went bra shopping. I saw her new bra and I just put it on for a 
little while. I remember wanting to see how I looked in it!"

"Well it was a very pretty bra. Anyone would look good in it! But I'm sure 
Lei would be very upset thinking of you wearing her underwear."

I felt miserable, and fought back tears. I sensed Ethel taking pity on me. 
"Greg, honey, I realize that we share some deep secrets now."

"Unh, huh," I said.

"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I think there is a pattern here, 
but I'm not going to tell anyone. Just like I know you won't tell anyone 
about what I told you about Charlotte, right?"

"Yes, Ethel."

"Good. Let's put the bra back," and she folded up the bra and placed it 
neatly back in the drawer and closed it. "So you're not going to experiment 
with any more of her niece's things?"

"No!"

Ethel regarded me a minute and said, "you are allowed to want to feel 
pretty, or to be like your mom, or even to just be curious as to what it 
feels like to be a girl."

The tears were really starting to come now, and she continued, "do you know 
that?"

With my voice choking, I said, "yes," and then I felt tears running down my 
cheek.

"What am I going to do with you!" Ethel said. "You poor boy! Now dry your 
eyes."  She got a Kleenex and dabbed at my eyes.

When I could talk again, I said, "Ethel?"

"Yes, Greg?"

"I also wore Lei's first bra. I found it in the bottom of my mom's dresser. 
There was a photo of her wearing it, and..."

"And, what?"

"I think I feel jealous of her. My mom never bought me a first bra. I know 
it sounds ridiculous."

"Well how about I buy you your first bra?"

I couldn't believe I was hearing her utter those  words. Then in a state of 
panic I said, "no! Ethel, I don't want a bra!"

"Its OK.  Come with me to the kitchen. Charlotte will be home in just a  
minute."

********************************


After Charlotte had come home and I had put her shoes away and gotten her a 
martini, she invited me to sit down with her and Ethel in the living room. 
We were waiting for dinner to finish cooking.

I could see Ethel signaling me to ask Charlotte my question, but I knew that 
I couldn't do it. To my chagrin, Ethel said,  "Greg  has a question for you. 
I told him I couldn't answer it myself, it was really for you."

"Not a minute past eleven, Greg. That's my final answer!"

"No, Charlotte," Ethel laughed. "He wasn't asking about his curfew. Now go 
ahead, Greg."

Charlotte was staring at me, "go ahead, Greg, I've had a  long day, don't be 
coy."

"Its just that, you know the girls upstairs, Linda and her friends, I'm 
going to see them later?"

"Yes?"

"Well..."

"Well what, Greg?"

Charlotte took a long sip from her martini. I couldn't find any sign of 
warmth in her face.

"The girls were curious about the clothes in my room."

"What clothes?"

"You know, your niece's clothes."

"How would they ever know about her clothes?"

"I told them."

"Why would you be talking about her clothes? Greg, is that what you're 
interested in?"

"I was telling them about the pretty decorations, and then about the pretty 
clothes."

"Offhand I don't think it is any of there business what kind of clothes my 
niece wears. I don't see how it could interest them in the slightest."

"It was how pretty they are. The lace and ribbons and bows and the pink 
colors. I guess I made it seem pretty exotic."

"Well don't worry about it any more. My niece doesn't  want her clothes 
carried about, or  worn by anyone else."

"Sure, I understand," I said, relieved that at last the matter would be 
dropped.

"So you've been looking at her clothes?"

"I saw them the first day I was here."

"You haven't touched them?"

Looking at Ethel and then back at Charlotte, I said, "well one time I looked 
at the lower dresser drawer."

"Looked?"

Ethel intervened, "I was showing Greg some of the panties and bras. We had 
been talking about the differences between his panties and your nieces 
panties. He was curious about why girls wear pretty panties and I was 
helping him understand. I even let him try on one of the panties so he could 
see how pretty he'd look."  Ethel winked at me.

Charlotte laughed. "Why were you afraid to tell me that, Greg?"

"I thought you'd be mad at me!"

"As long as you don't go exploring by yourself, then there's no cause to be 
mad! But you really shouldn't be wearing my niece's underwear."

"You have me to blame for that, Charlotte," Ethel said, "but if you'd seen 
how excited Greg was to wear the panties, you probably would have let him 
also."

"I wasn't excited."

"Ethel and I would be happy to get you pretty panties to play dress up 
with,"  Charlotte said.

"I didn't say I wanted to play dress up. I don't want my own girls 
underwear, I mean more than the ones I have now. I was just curious about 
it. Since the panties you bought me are plain."

"In the bra shop you insisted on the plainest panties we could find."

"I know. But thats all I want. Just the plain panties."  With relief I could 
hear the buzzer going off signaling that dinner was ready. Trying on the 
panties last night was the stupidest thing I had ever done. Luckily, I'd be 
out of the room in a couple of days, so the opportunity and the temptation 
would be gone.


End of Chapter 7

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