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Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece Chap 12a TG
Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 14:10:02 -0500
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              Charlotte's Niece

                    by Pamela 

            (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)

      (c) 2001 by Pamela. All rights reserved.  



            Chapter 12 (Part 1 of 2)

(the entire story to date is archived at www.fictionmania.com)


With the towel wrapped around me, Ethel had me sit down on the closed
toilet seat.  

"While you're here and your hair is wet, I'll give  you a quick trim,"
she said.

"You know how to cut hair?" I asked.

"I've done a lot of different things in my time, including being a
hair dresser."

"That's neat."

"You have pretty hair, Greg," Ethel said, as she put her hand on the
top of my head and moved it  around so she could take a good look at
it. "I think just a few snips will do the trick. You've got it nice
and long already, so its really just a matter of a little styling to
make it softer, more feminine. I'll give you bangs and let it fall in
a  curve around toward your cheeks. As it grows longer it'll look even
prettier."

"It can go back to being a boys' cut too?"

"If you comb it differently, it would look like a boys' cut. Another
haircut would make it look like a boys' cut for sure. Just wait and
see, and I'm sure you'll be happy with it!"

I wasn't really concerned; it was mostly curiosity. My fate had been
cast to the winds, and it seemed like I was following a path for which
I could not very well turn back now.  I suppose there is some comfort
in Ethel's   assurance that I could return to being  Greg anytime I
wanted, but there must be a psychological payment that goes with what
I am doing, one  that might not be so easily refunded. For the moment,
it seems like the chance to put on one of Vickie's dresses is worth
the price, or if not that, at least I know that I have to live with
the self-realization that I don't have enough self control to resist
dressing up in her clothes. 

Ethel had a scissor and comb and proceeded to cut  my hair, letting it
fall to the ground.  Her hands guided my head with confidence so I
quickly relaxed, feeling  like she knew what she was doing. As she
promised, it wasn't long until she told me to take a look in the
mirror, and I was amazed to see how dramatic the difference was.  With
bangs on my forehead and the hair combed forward framing my face, I
could see that my roundish features were emphasized to the point where
I could probably  be mistaken for a girl. There was something scary
about the transformation, that it had been so easy to extract such a
big change in the way I looked. 

It made me wonder more than ever who I was.  

"OK, young man, all done! I think we have about an hour or so until
Charlotte gets up. I want you all spiffed up by then, so we can
surprise her when she wakes."

I wished I could feel as confidant as Ethel that our plan was going to
work. I  couldn't get completely past a sense that Charlotte jealously
guarded Vickie's clothes and that she'd not want them worn by me or
anybody else for that matter. 

"Are you really sure, Ethel?"

"About what?"

"About Charlotte, that she'll like me as Vickie?"

"Yes, I'm really sure!"

"Really, really?"

"Really, truly, really!"

I laughed, and Ethel joined me. "No problemo, young man. Charlotte's
going to be overcome with joy. I'll bet she even cries all over
again!"

"I hope so," I said. I was standing in the bedroom with the towel 
around me. "Should I put on my panties?"

"Go ahead, I won't look," Ethel said and turned away.

I fetched the panties where I had left them on the bed and put them
on. "You can turn around," I said when I was done.  I stood in front
of her wearing the white fluffy panties with little hearts.  My own
heart started to beat fast as I imagined what would come next. Without
waiting for Ethel, I picked up the bra and put it on,  blushing
slightly. Wearing a bra was definitely crossing a threshold, and I
couldn't completely avoid the feeling that I was doing something
unnatural. 

"Look in the  mirror, Greg," Ethel said, "if you don't look like the
perfect little vixen!"

"What's that mean?" I said, as I delighted in my image. I made a kind
of willowy girl, not too tall, but slender, with my white thighs and
small chest accentuated by the bra and panties.   

"Its a young seductive girl!" Ethel said.  "Now we'll get out your
breasts. I hope they're not too big for Vickie's dresses. I didn't
think about it before, but it may be that Vickie's dresses don't
necessarily correspond to Vickie's bra size."

"But aren't all her bras, 36B?"

"I don't know, we ought to check." Ethel went to the dresser drawer 
where Vickie's bras were, and went through the stack of neatly folded
bras reading off the sizes. The ones at the top were  36B, but further
down in the pile, they changed to 36A, and then 36AA. "It looks like
Charlotte  bought Vickie's  bras chronologically going back to when
she was pre-pubescent. Its kind of funny though, since all the bras
are a size 36. Maybe that's the way Charlotte was when she was young."

I looked at Ethel not understanding what she was talking about. "Greg,
you see Charlotte might have already had her adult sized body, before
her breasts grew in. I don't know. It could be why Vickie's earliest
bras aren't something like 34AA."

"I see," I said not knowing what I should be saying.

"The point is honey, that  I'll bet that Vickie's  dresses vary in
size too."  Ethel looked in the closet and glanced through the
dresses. "You see, at this end they're obviously for a girl with small
breasts, but  they still are size 10 dresses. Look at all the frou
frou on these dresses, the  ribbons and bows and ballooning skirts and
crinolines!" Ethel held up one of the dresses for me to see and then 
put it back into the closet and went to the other side of the row of
dresses. "And look at these Greg. These dresses are obviously for
older girls. They're still size 10 but they don't have  the wide
skirts and lace and everything. But they still are very pretty."

"What Vickie should I be?," I asked, feeling a little let down,
knowing what Ethel was going to say.

"Why the Vickie who is your age, of course. You can't stuff those
breasts of yours into the little girl dresses, even if they are size
10!"

"Good point," I said, while I  hid my sense of inner disappointment
that the really pretty dresses would not be for me. 

Ethel  fetched the breast form boxes from the small shopping bag,
opened them and handed one of the breasts to me. "Do you know how it
goes in?" Ethel asked.

"You mean which cup?"

"Yes."

I looked at the breast and realized that I hadn't been paying close
enough attention at  Silverman's.  "I thought that it didn't matter
which cup."

"No it matters very much. You want the bulging side away from your
heart. So you see how this one is clearly going to go in your left bra
cup."

As soon as Ethel had said that, I realized how pretty obvious it was.
"I see, I don't think I'll forget it now."

I put the two breasts in and found myself smiling uncontrollably."What
s the joke, Greg?" Ethel said.

"Its no joke, its just that I feel happy. I could be a girl now
couldn't I?"

Ethel looked at me sardonically, "you know that just a little while
ago you were insulted that Charlotte insinuated that you were a girl!"

"But Ethel, remember you said that I should forget myself."

"Yes I did and I don't mean to imply that you shouldn't be happy
playing at Vickie. It will make it more convincing for sure. I'm just
a teensy bit surprised that it hasn't been more of a, I don't know,
perhaps a struggle for you?"

Her remark worried me and my smile faded. Ethel noticed the change and
said, "Greg, I don't mean to upset you! Its OK that you're having fun
pretending to be a girl. In fact, its sort of a relief to me that you
feel so happy about it, because the way you were going on before about
your manhood, I was worried that you were being forced into something
you weren't sure you wanted. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, but now I feel worried that I feel too happy. It must mean that
I'm even sicker than I thought."

"There's that word sick again! Stop it this instant, Greg! There is
nothing to feel qualms about. I'm sorry I said anything. Now just go
and enjoy yourself as much as possible. There is a really pretty girl
in you, Greg, and we're going to let her out, but you're still Greg
also, except its not his turn to be here!"

"I guess that if there is a girl inside me, there is a girl inside me.
There isn't anything I can do about it, is there?"

"Not today, anyway," Ethel said. 

I walked gingerly over to the full length mirror and looked at myself.
I really had breasts now. From every angle, the mirror showed them
prominently held in my bra and rising  dramatically up out of my
chest.  In the sideways view the filled out bra looked like it would
on any woman that I had seen in magazine pictures or in the rare movie
that I had seen where a woman was wearing a bra or slip. I thought of
Elizabeth Taylor in what was that movie, "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof?"
Only  now the girl in the mirror was me, was really really me. They
were my breasts in my bra. I turned and my breasts turned with me. I
leaned over and they leaned over with me. I held my arms together and
nestled the breasts between them, like I had seen so many girls do. I
could feel their weight on my front. I gently cupped the breasts in my
hands and felt the way the bra held them. I lightly touched my stomach
underneath the bra and then slid my hands up  until they touched the
bra and let my fingers feel how the breasts sagged in the lacy cups,
like mountains rising up out of a plain. I closed my eyes and lay my
hands over the top of the breasts and let my fingers feel their bulk
and how they held  out the lace of my bra. In this moment I tried to
feel like a girl. I let my eyes flash open to capture a glance of
myself in the mirror before I could remember that it was me and I
astonished myself because I did see a girl in the mirror. The person
in that mirror did look like a girl, and that girl was me. 

I turned to Ethel and said dreamily, "what's next?" 

"Now its time for some makeup, before you get dressed, so you don't
get it on your pretty clothes. First I'll do your fingernails. We can
both sit on your bed."

Ethel got a bottle of nail polish, it was a pearly pink color, and a
bunch of tissues and she had me sit next to her on the bed  on her
right side.  She was near the dresser and rested the bottle there
while she unscrewed the top and  brought it over to my hand, which she
held in her lap.  I watched as she carefully applied the polish in
steady stokes going straight outward on each finger. She was extra
careful next to the cuticles making sure not to go over onto my skin. 
As each finger was done she had me hold out my fingers carefully so
they wouldn't touch anything, and when my whole right hand was done I
waved it about drying the polish and admiring how pretty it looked. 
Ethel took my left hand and I felt my forearm touch her breast. She
held my hand firmly in her lap and there was no  place to  move my arm
so as to avoid her breast.  I could tell her breast was  bigger than
mine and I wondered if one day Vickie would be allowed to grow up even
more and get even bigger breast forms.  I really wouldn't mind having
bigger breasts like Ethel's or Charlotte's. I wouldn't mind carrying
them around in front of me. I was sure that I would prefer that cause
it would mean that I was that much further from being Greg.  Anyway,
my breasts were bigger than a B cup, well just a tad bit bigger, but
maybe they could be considered a small C cup. I wondered how much room
there would be in a C cup bra if I wore my breasts in them.  

It didn't take long until Ethel was done.  "Next time, you'll do this
yourself. Did you see how I did it?"

"Sort of."

"Its something  girls  learn to do. You'll probably make some mistakes
the first few times, but then you'll get it. Do you want me to do your
toenails also?"

I hadn't thought about it and I said, "I don't know, is there time?"

"Sure, there's plenty of time, and its summer so you really want your
toes to be pretty, in case you wear open sandals."

"Fine, Ethel, thanks," I said. 

Ethel had me sit behind her to one side and I brought my foot around
her side and into her lap.  She held my foot gently and applied the
polish. I couldn't see what she was doing, but finally when she was
done with the foot, I took a look and was glad that I had let her do
it. It was definitely nice having pink toenails. In short order my
other foot was done, and Ethel said, "all done. You see how hard it is
to be a girl? We're spending so much time just trying to be pretty!"

"I thought that part was easy. It always looked  to me that girls put
on their makeup or brushed their hair like its no big deal. And they
all seem to like going to get their nails done or going shopping for
clothes. I didn't know it was hard!"

"I was just teasing you Greg, but there are a lot of things that are
hard for girls. Its not so much that we have to spend time to look
pretty,  its that we have to do it just so people, not just men, but
other women too, don't think that we're weird!"

"You mean its just the principle of it?"

"That's right exactly. If we could just be pretty when we felt like it
and ignore our makeup and clothes and everything when we don't care to
be pretty,  then there would be no problem. Look at men. They just be
how they want, whenever they want. Sure, they comb their hair and
shave and wash their face when they want to be attractive, but
otherwise, its no big deal."

"You'd rather be a man?" I said.

"No way! Whatever gave you that idea? I'm saying it might be hard to
be  a woman but it's also a nice thing. We don't have to be
competitive in the same way as men. Maybe just compete to look the
prettiest if we want to win a particular man, but we don't have to
beat up on other women to prove ourselves,  like men do!"

I thought about what Ethel was saying and then said, "before I think I
lied to you about wanting breasts as big as Lei's. To be honest I
think that maybe I really did want to be bigger than her. To prove
that I was better. I think it must be that as a male I'm competitive!"

"I suppose you are a mixed up jumble of male and female
characteristics."

"Do you ever feel proud about having big ones, I mean having big
breasts. Like when you were a girl and then you started getting big
ones. What was it like?" I felt embarrassed asking her, "am I being
too personal?"

"No, no. Its all right. Why shouldn't you be curious. You got your
breasts, boom!, just like that! No chance to get used to it!"

"I think I'm getting used to it now. Its nice having them in my bra
and feeling them shift when I move. It must be like how you feel. But
I am curious about how you felt when they turned out to be big. Were
you surprised?"

"Well, its been a long time but I do remember that it was pretty
exciting. I remember  my friends and I starting our periods close to
one another and then our breasts began developing. It seemed like
overnight we were all wearing bras. And it was funny how one day one
of us would come into school and just have to say something like "A!"
and stick out her chest and then all of us would get excited."

"What did it mean A!?"

"It meant that she'd gone from an AA cup to an A cup. Her mom had
probably taken her bra shopping the  day before and she'd jumped up a
size. It was always exciting the day you wore  your first bigger bra
size. It was like you were more a woman than a girl."

"In gym class the other girls could see you develop?"

"Yes, of course. I guess it was like one year maybe only one or two of
us wore bras, and then the next semester there would be most everybody
wearing at least a training bra. Just a few of the girls would have a
real bra."

"What's a training bra? I mean what does it look like?"

"Its like a bra, but sort of without cups. Perhaps its like a tiny
little tee shirt sort of thing. Maybe there's one in  Vickie's bra
drawer."

Ethel went back to the drawer and searched down to the bottom of the
pile of bras. "Look, the very last bra here, underneath the AA cup is
a very pretty trainer bra." Ethel pulled it out and held it up to me.
It looked sort of like a little short, pink vest, with a lace trim
around the neckline, waistline and arm holes. "It could probably fit
you without your breasts, but its meant for a girl who's just starting
out."

"Is it just to make them feel better?"

"You mean in front of the other girls who do need bras?"

"Yes."

"Right, it does, since obviously a trainer bra isn't designed to give
any support."

Ethel put back the bra, "so are your nails dry?"

"I think so, but you were still telling me about how you felt like
when you developed."

"Where was I?," Ethel said.

"In gym class you said that more and more of the girls were wearing
bras."

"Yeah, and then nobody was wearing trainer bras." Ethel chuckled and
continued, "even the girls who could safely wear trainer bras, were
now wearing AA or even AAA cup bras. They accomplish the same thing,
just to make a girl feel like she's grown up."

"But you didn't have that problem!"

"Far from it Greg. Its nothing to be proud of really. Maybe back then
I was proud that I was one of the first girls to a B cup bra and then
before you knew it, I think it was maybe 10th or even 9th grade I was
wearing a C cup."

"Wow," I said.

Ethel laughed merrily. "What a great accomplishment on my part! I had
nothing to do with it!"

"So you are a C cup now?"

"More or less. I guess I sometimes fit into D cup bras, but usually C
cup. I guess you could say I'm a large C cup. Now, I should show you
how to put on your pantyhose."

"Yeah, I've never worn pantyhose. It looks really hard to do."

"At the start its a bit hard, then like everything else you get used
to it," Ethel stopped what she was saying to  open the package of
pantyhose.

As I lay on the bed looking at Ethel, I said, "what kind of bras and
panties do you like? I can't remember if Charlotte showed your new bra
to everyone in the restaurant that day."

Ethel  looked at  me, "that's a funny remark, why are you thinking
about my bras and panties?"

"Its just that I saw Charlotte's bra and slip through her blouse
during the cab ride when I got all jammed in between the two of  you.
Do you remember?"

Ethel looked at me a little funny, and nervously I continued, 
"Charlotte forced my head down sort of near her breast and one of the
buttons of her blouse was undone and I had a view. I mean I had
nowhere else to look, it wasn't that I was trying to be a spy!"

"Greg, I hear the boy in you speaking now."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're being Greg right now, not Vickie. How should I say
it, there is a sort of sexual connotation to what your telling me.
You're looking inside Charlotte's blouse like a boy would, not a
girl."

"I'm sorry Ethel," I said with some alarm, like I had made a big
mistake. "I didn't mean to be disgusting or anything!"

"You're a mix of boy and girl, Greg. I guess we can't forget that
there is a boy side of you. Is that the side that wants to know about
my underwear? I don't think the girl side of you would be so
interested."

"Are you mad at me? I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, you didn't hurt me, Greg, and I don't want you upset, but you
have to be thoughtful about your motivations. That's for sure."

"How do I know which side of me wants to know about your underwear?  I
thought I meant it as Vickie, cause I don't know much about how girls
decide what kind of bras and panties they wear. But I can also see
your point that it was Greg speaking, since I guess I do feel kind of
sexual thinking about girls underwear."

"Just this once I'll tell you. But I want you in the future to always
be careful about letting Greg out when you're dressed like Vickie."

"I promise, I'll try my best."

"Well, my lingerie is not too fancy but it isn't plain either. I don't
like bras or panties with no lace on them, but I can't stand  them all
covered with lace either.  I like just a little lace that makes the
bra or panty look pretty in kind of an understated way."

"Then you must think my bra is ugly!"

"No, it is pretty, but its not the sort of bra I want to wear. Maybe
because I'm a lot older than  you. When I was a little girl, I did
like to wear lacy things, but I don't feel that way anymore. Anyway,
enough of this bra and panty stuff. I've got to show you how to put on
pantyhose!"

"OK," I said, but I felt like some issues had not been fully resolved. 


End of Part 1 of Chapter 12


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