index


Message-ID: <29419asstr$984859805@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece Chap 12b TG
Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 15:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

               Charlotte's Niece

                    by Pamela 

            (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)

      (c) 2001 by Pamela. All rights reserved.  



              Chapter 12 (Part 2 of 2)



"First sit on the end of the bed and raise up your left leg so its on
the edge of the mattress.  Then you make sure the label on the waist
of the pantyhose is at the back.  You can then slip on the left leg by
gently pulling  up the stocking over your toes until it is all the way
on." As Ethel talked she guided the stocking up my leg.  "Very good,"
she said when  my toe had reached  the end. "Now you pull up the
stocking from the bottom. First get it over your heel, then up your
leg until its over your knee. Now we do your right leg, so it catches
up to where the left leg is.  For this side, you have to gather the
stocking over your fingers until you get to the end." I watched
fascinated as Ethel gathered the right leg over her hand, while the
left leg was just being held up over my knee. When she was done she
said, "OK, now you slip the end over your toes and pull it up until
its over your knee.  If you do this carefully enough the stockings
won't be crooked. There's nothing more uncomfortable than walking
around all day with crooked pantyhose!"

Ethel stood back from me and said, "you can do the rest. Pull up on
the waist until the crotch is up to your crotch. There is a little
pantyhose dance you can do, sort of like a jig in which you help get
the waist up as high as possible." Ethel showed me how to do it, and
it was fun hoping back and forth  while pulling up the pantyhose. When
the pantyhose were fully on, I felt a sensation unlike anything I'd 
had before. The stockings were smooth and kind of tingly against my
legs and  they made my leg muscles feel like they were being gently
massaged. I took a few steps around the room and couldn't contain my
excitement.

"Oh, Ethel they're superb! I love them!"

"If you wear them everyday, you'll stop feeling like that!" Ethel
said, "women tend to view pantyhose as the public enemy No. 1, now
that we don't have to wear girdles any more."

"But they feel so nice!"

"They feel nice sometimes, but usually you feel them confining you,
packing you in, when you'd just like to be free of them!"

"Well, I suppose your right, but I think its neat that we're both
wearing them."

Ethel could only smile, shaking her head.  "Now we put on some makeup.
Just a little powder on your cheeks to make them rosy and some
lipstick. Your face doesn't have any blemishes to hide. You don't
shave yet, do you?"

"No, my hair is still too wispy."

"That simplifies our life a little, though I do have to pluck your eye
brows a bit. Have they ever been plucked before?"

"No, but what is plucking?"

"With the tweezers we pluck out unwanted eyebrow hair, to make them
look more sleek and stylish."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not really, here, I'll do it and you'll see for yourself."  

Ethel got a tweezer and plucked a single hair from my eyebrow. I let
out a yelp of pain, "ouch!"

"Don't be silly Greg, that didn't hurt!"

"It did Ethel, I swear it did!"

"You're such a baby!" Ethel laughed. "Just a couple more hairs and
you'll be perfect."

Ethel proceeded to take out at least ten more hairs. I yelped in pain
after each one of them, but I didn't stop her from doing it. When she
was done, she opened up the compact we had bought and put some blush
on my cheeks. Then she opened up a new pink lipstick and showed me how
to put it on my lips. The lipstick had a kind of perfumy taste to it,
which was actually pleasant. When I was done, I stood up and took
another look in the mirror. There was now really a girl peering back
at me. She was slim, with fairly large breasts and a nice roundish
bottom wearing lacy panties in her pantyhose.  

"I think that Vickie is sort of pretty!" I said.

"I agree, now lets finish the job. We'll need a slip, but first we
must decide which dress you should wear."

"I want one of the dresses with a full skirt..."

"I didn't see any, but we'll take a second look."  Ethel went one by
one through the dresses moving from the younger girl ones up to the
teen ones.  "You see, right here is where they are big enough for your
B cup breasts, and all the dresses from here on, are more grown up.
You know, you'd never find an older girl wearing the kind of dress you
want."

Embarrassed I said, "its OK, Ethel, its really not important. I was
just thinking it might be interesting."

Ethel stopped and looked at me. "There we go again, Greg. Its the same
thing you were doing before. Tell me the truth about dresses."

"You're right. I'm sort of disappointed. The kind of dress I really
wanted to wear is like those for the younger Vickie."

"I'm glad you're honest Greg because this says something about you."

"What do you mean?"

"A girl your age wouldn't be caught dead in one of the dresses with
the pretty bows and skirts. They've outgrown them long ago."

"But what about wedding dresses? I see pictures of girls in wedding
dresses with full skirts and with crinolines underneath."

"That's a different thing entirely. Its a tradition. I guess in a
sense you're right. A wedding is a time for girls to be as feminine as
they were when they were young and wearing little girls dresses.  But
that's just for one day and to get the photographs."

"So what should I do about it?"

"I think you have to think about how come you don't want to  just
pretend to be a girl, but want to pretend to be a young girl. A normal
girl your age wants to pretend she's a woman, not a young girl wearing
pretty dresses."

"But I do want to pretend to be an older girl. I guess I want to be
both a young girl and an older girl."

"That doesn't make sense to me."

"Maybe it just means that I can't pretend to be a real girl, until I
get memories of being a little girl."

Ethel laughed, "thats an interesting psychological theory there, Dr.
Freud! Maybe it has more to do with Greg vs. Vickie?"

"That could be true." I stopped what I was about to say as some old
memories came rushing back to me. "Oh, my God, Ethel, I just
remembered a day dream that I used to make up all the time. Like every
night before falling asleep. I must have been in fourth grade when I
started it, but it's  been years since I last thought about it."

"Tell me it," Ethel said.

"Its kind of embarrassing."

"Don't worry about  that. It sounds important!"

"Well,  it always went the same way. I'm sitting, naked,  in the back
seat of a yellow school bus by myself. Its a bit chilly, particularly 
my bottom and legs feel the cold of  the hard, green, bus seat
cushions. Then a little girl wearing a pretty pink party dress, with
pink lacy crinoline peeking out from under her skirt,  enters through
the front door, and walks  down the aisle straight towards me, and she
sits down next to me on my left side. Her dress puffs up around her
and touches me, partially covering me on that side.  Then a second
little girl  enters the bus and she comes up to me and sits on my
right side. Now I am partially buried in the full little skirts which
are touching my naked skin. Now a third little girl comes on and she
sits to the left of the first girl. A fourth girl sits to the right of
the second girl, and then more girls come, filling up the rest of the
back, bench seat, with me in the middle. More girls keep coming, each
in their pretty dresses, and they fill up all the rows of the bus
until there is just me and a whole bus of little girls. Now more girls
appear. The first one of these comes and sits on my lap, and another
one sits on the lap of the girl to my left, and then to my right, and
then on the laps of all the girls on the back seat and then on the
laps of all the girls on all the other seats. Now the bus is
absolutely dense with pretty girls in their dresses with crinolines. I
am naked and touched on all sides by the pretty girls.  It doesn't
stop here! Now another girl comes and she sits straddling my shoulders
so her little panties are resting against my neck and her crinolines
is over my head and on my shoulders. I feel the intense warmth between
her thighs and smell the combined perfume of all the girls. More girls
come until the entire bus is just filled with girls. There is no more
open room, and I am buried in the mass of dresses and crinolines and
pretty girls with long hair and perfume!"

I had gotten wound up as I remembered the fantasy, and ended the
speech suddenly. Ethel looked too stunned to speak. Her mouth was
agape. "Wow!" was all she managed. 

I lay down on the bed and curled up into a fetal position and began
sucking my thumb. The pantyhose slid slightly over my skin and make a
faint swishing sound as my legs rubbed against each other.  I could
feel my  thighs, just above the knees, touch my breasts in the bra. I
was filled with nostalgia for my bus dream. I didn't care what Ethel
was saying. I didn't care how foolish I might be. I didn't care if
Greg was slipping away.  I was tired of feeling afraid of things. With
my eyes closed I concentrated hard and I began to feel like I used to
feel with my bus dream. The overwhelming riot of pink little girls in
their pink dresses. 

Ethel sat down next to me. "What's going on in your mind?"

"I'm reveling in my dream." I didn't tell Ethel what I was really
thinking which was that I had always wanted to be one of those little
girls, myself. I was jealous of them. I wanted to wear a dress just
like theirs. Aloud I said, "I guess the fantasy was my way of coping."

"Coping with what?"

"Oh, nothing. Its nothing." I took my thumb out of my mouth and raised
myself up. "Aunt Ethel, I want to pick out my dress now." I stood up
and walked to the closet. "Which of these will fit me?"

Ethel came over and went through the dresses looking at their sizes. 
"Any of these eight dresses on the end," she said, sliding the group
away from the others. 

The dresses  ranged from yellow, to light blue, to pink.  It was not
easy deciding which I liked the best, since the more I examined each
one of them, the more I could see that that was the one I wanted to
wear. Finally,  I said, "my first dress has got to be pink, so I'll
wear this one." It was probably the youngest looking of the group,
with a sweetheart neckline, tiny vertical pleats decorating the chest
area, with wisps of lace peeking out from the folds. The skirt was
gathered at the waist and flared outwards slightly.  "Are you sure
that Charlotte won't kill me for taking it out of its plastic and
wearing it?"

"Absolutely, not! Pink is your favorite color and pink it will be!" 
Ethel slipped the dress out of its plastic, took it off the hanger and
unzipped the back zipper. "So what will be it be? Half-slip or full
slip?"

"Full slip!" I said,"I know there is a pink slip in the drawer! Its
right on top!"

"Well go put it on," Ethel said, and I opened the drawer containing
slips and took out the top slip which I had noticed lying there many
other times but had not dared to touch. 

"How do I put it on?"

"Don't be silly. Its right  over the head and wiggle into it! Make
sure you line it up so the front is where your bosoms are!"

I did as she said and got it over my head, and past my shoulders where
it got held up by my breasts.  I finished getting my arms through the
straps and then wiggled a little as Ethel had suggested until the slip
got past my chest and extended fully. The slip was cut with a low vee
in the front with a sort of puffy area for each breast to fit in. This
part was pretty lace and extended to just below my breasts.  There was
also some lace across the bottom hem.  

Where I had felt sort of sexy in just my bra and panties, now I felt
more womanly. I spent a full minute gazing at myself in the  mirror.

"What's the verdict?" Ethel said. 

"Its definitely Vickie in the mirror, and she is pretty cute, I
think."

"No argument! I think our great experiment is going to be an
unequivocal success. Now, put the dress on over your head and I'll zip
you up."

I carefully picked up the dress and put it over my head. Ethel came
over and helped pull it past my shoulders, and straightened it out.
She went behind my back and zipped it up. As she did so, I felt the
dress tightening over my chest and back, but not uncomfortably so.  It
was secure, but not tight.  When the zipper hit the top, I looked down
and saw that the dress  forced my breasts to be prominently displayed
in a kind of  sculpted look.  Wearing the dress had a powerful affect
on me, even more so than the other clothes. I felt any strength I
might have had in my arms leave, and my hands went limp and hung down
like I had often observed in  women. I felt a delicacy to my movements
and a grace which I hadn't had before, and I felt my face relax, and I
formed a mental image of myself with my makeup,  puckered pink lips
and a girls passivity. 

"Oh, Ethel!" I said, "I have never felt so pretty!" 

"You ARE pretty!" Ethel said, and I had the sense that she was holding
back tears. "The last thing is shoes! Pick out some low heels, not too
high. I guess they can be either pink or white." 

I went to the closet and looked through the many pairs of shoes,
finally choosing a pair of white patent leather heels. "How about
these?"

Ethel looked them over and said, "sure, they're as good as any. The
heel is not too high that you'll stumble around. They're a good length
for this time of day, anyway."

I put on the shoes, and went to the mirror again. "I feel like a
Barbie doll," I said, laughing, and then turned sideways and then
looked over my shoulder at myself from the rear. 

"A real live Barbie doll!" Ethel said, "which Charlotte is going to
fall in love with!"

"I do hope so, Ethel. I feel like have a lot of love I could give her,
if only she'd let me!"

"As Vickie, she's going to love you to death!"

I continued staring at myself and then I said,  "Ethel, I think I
should be wearing earrings."

"Of course you should! What kind?"

"I don't know. Something dangly!"

"Lets take a look at what Vickie has." Vickie's jewelry was kept in a
box on top of the dresser. Ethel searched through it and found a
compartment containing dangly earrings. "These are all for pierced
ears."

"Its OK, don't bother."

Ethel kept checking the little drawers. The last one proved to be
filled with clip-on earrings. "Eureka! Pay dirt!"  She fished through
them and found a pair of long, gold, dangling earrings with  a little
jewel at the end, and attached them to my ears.

"They're so pretty!" I said. 

Ethel was about to respond, when the phone rang.  She left the bedroom
to answer it, while I continued to admire myself in the mirror. In a
minute, Ethel came back in the room with the cordless phone and handed
it to me. "Its your friend Linda!"

"Thanks," I said, and Ethel turned and quietly left the bedroom. 

I held the phone away from me in a state of panic until I realized
that Linda couldn't see that I was made up like a girl.  I sat down
gingerly on the edge of the bed and said into the phone, "hello?"

"Hello, Greg?"

"Yes, hi Linda!"  The earring tingled against the phone as I held it
up to my ear.

"What's that?" Linda said.

"What?" I said, and then held down the earring so it wouldn't hit the
phone.

"Look, Greg, I feel awful about before...it was kind of a
shock...seeing you."

I sensed the difficulty that Linda was having and said, "I'm so happy
you called. I felt awful myself. I probably let you down."

"I never gave you a chance to explain your side of things. That
Charlotte woman was there, and the other girls. The least I owe you is
to hear what was happening. Why you were dressed like that. Charlotte
gave  the impression that you wanted to wear the girdle and bra. Did
you?"

"No," I lied, "it wasn't my idea. It just sort of happened."

"How could it just sort of happen?"

I racked my brain for something to say. "It was sort of like Charlotte
was psycho-analyzing me, and then she said that if I wore the girdle
and bra I'd find out about some of my inner feelings. You know, she's
all bent out of shape that I tried on my mom's bra."

"So it was just an experiment?"

"Yeah, Linda, she thought it would bring out my 'inner girl,' but it
didn't work." I felt terrible making up lies. 

"Are you doing anything this afternoon?" Linda said, "there's still
time to get together."

"Actually, I'm still kind of busy with Charlotte," I stammered.

"Don't tell me you're still wearing the bra and girdle!"

"No, I took off the girdle right after you left," I said, and then
after a pause, "and the bra too." I was sure I sounded like I was
lying.

"So what are you doing with Charlotte?"

"She wants me to help her with some errands."

"When?"

"Soon."

"I'd like to come by for just a little while. Just you and me. I feel
like there have been a bunch of things getting in our way, like what
happened at my apartment the other night. We could just go out for an
ice cream cone. Surely Charlotte won't mind!"

I stood up and began pacing back and forth. I felt the pantyhose
clinging to my legs, and my dress rustling against my slip.  I looked
at myself in the mirror again. The lipstick was still in its place. 
"I feel terrible, Linda. I'd love to see you, but Charlotte wants to
leave right now."

"Thats too bad." I could hear the disappointment in Linda's voice. 

I thought about taking off  the clothes and the makeup and fixing my
hair back the way it was supposed to be. If I did it real fast I could
be done by the time she got downstairs. But something held me back. I
wanted to be Vickie for Charlotte's sake. "I'm sorry, Linda. Maybe
tomorrow night, or something?"

"I don't know, I'll have to check. Anyway, bye Greg."

"Bye," I said and I heard the click of her phone. I wanted to cry, but
it would probably ruin my makeup. I sat down again on the bed. I must
be nuts, I thought.

Ethel knocked once on the door and came back in.  "I think I heard
Charlotte stirring. The time is fast approaching for your debut as
Vickie!"

I didn't say anything.

"What's the matter? Got cold feet?"

"No, its OK. Should I make an entrance with Charlotte already in the
living room, or should I be waiting for her out there?"

"I think it will be most dramatic if you wait in the living room. Sit
on the sofa, looking your prettiest, and I'll get Charlotte!"

"I'll try my best!" I said.

Ethel and I left the bedroom.  She went into Charlotte's room and
closed the door behind her.  I sat down on  the living room sofa after
carefully spreading out my pink dress, so the  skirt billowed out
around me. My legs were together and I felt my pantyhose firmly
pressed against my thighs and up to my waist. The sheerness of the
panty hose caused a slight silky electricity between my legs. Wiggling
my toes I could feel my ankles and feet being caressed by the nylon. 
I felt the gentle pressure  of my lacy panties between my legs and
around my waist.  I looked down at the pretty shirred front of the
dress and the way it gathered around my breasts.  The dress and bra
held me firmly in my bust and I could feel the pressure of my breasts
pushing out against them. The bra strap running across my back gently
pushed against me whenever I turned slightly.  Along my side,
underneath my arms I felt the bra holding me like hands.  I could not
feel any strength in my arms and I rested them  gently in my lap. 

I heard the sound of footsteps coming from within Charlotte's room,
and I practiced making as beautiful a smile as possible. There was
talking, I heard the door open and then I saw Ethel approaching me and
right behind her was Charlotte.



End of Chapter 12. 


VickieTern@AOL.COM

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+