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Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela Chap 15a TG
Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 23:10:04 -0400
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             Charlotte's Niece


                by  Pamela


       (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)



  (c) 2001 by Pamela.  All rights reserved.




Chapter 15


I slept to noon. When I opened my eyes I could see the top of Ethel's left 
bra cup immediately in front of my face, and her right bra cup thrusting up 
out of her chest a few inches away.  My right cheek was resting  over the 
top edge of her bra and she had her arm over my shoulder and her hand 
resting on my waist. My own breasts were pushed up against her side and my 
blue nightie was partly draped over her sleeping body.   My head was rising 
up and down slowly as she breathed and her heart beat was pounding in my 
ear. I felt warm and toasty. I gazed intently at Ethel's breasts and bra. 
Her nipples were relaxed and barely visible as large dark ovals inside her 
bra. Like she said, her bra had just a little bit of lace edging.  I 
wondered why she slept in her bra. Did all girls do that? Maybe she didn't 
want to be naked with me. I couldn't blame her for that.

Ethel shifted her position and rolled over in my direction. I shifted my 
head so it ended up directly in front of her bra and my face slipped into 
the gap between the bra cups. My lips ended up touching a little scratchy 
ribbon that was fixed to the bra  between the cups.  I felt the weight and 
warmth of her  breasts touching my cheeks.  I wondered if this was a Greg 
thing and not a Vickie thing. Maybe she'd be mad to find me like this, but I 
could just say I was sleeping and didn't know about it myself.

Ethel rolled over some more until she was partly on top of me now with my 
face pressed hard into her bra. I took my left hand and put it across her 
back and squeezed her gently. My fingers slid across her silky skin and over 
her bra strap.  She stirred and suddenly jerked a little, and I guessed she 
was awake. I pretended to be asleep, allowing her weight to press down upon 
me. I heard Ethel quietly giggling. "I know you're hiding in there! Come on 
out!" she said, and I started to giggle as well.

"I'm sleeping," I said, and let out a big laugh.

"Here, have one of these," Ethel said, and she lifted up her bra so her 
right breast came out of the cup and her large soft nipple landed on my 
lips.

"What!" I said with surprise, my voice muffled by the weight of her breast. 
Her large dark brownish aureolas were hot and soft and bulged slightly 
outward from the white skin. They were about the same size as my open mouth 
and involuntarily I began suckling on the offered teat.  I felt the nipple 
grow  hard and wide in the grasp of my tongue and lips and there was a 
violent surge in my penis.  The experience was dreamlike. Ethel's warm hand 
gently touched my cheek and covered my eyes. "You're such a gentle,  little 
sucker aren't you?"  she said.

I smiled and continued my pursuit of the imaginary milk in her bosom. My 
hand worked its way toward her front and landed gently on the bra cup 
holding her other breast. The nipple on this side felt hard through the soft 
material of the bra.

"Hungry for that side too?" Ethel said.

I murmured something unintelligible and prayed she wouldn't move. We lay 
like that for a few more minutes, and abruptly Ethel said, "I hear Aunt 
Charlotte puttering around, "we'll have to get up for breakfast. That's 
enough of that!"  She gently pulled my lips away from her breast and lifted 
it back inside her bra and sat up.

I lay next to her with my lips still lightly sucking the air and my eyes 
closed.  I opened my eyes and Ethel was staring down at me. "My don't you 
look pretty! And a darn site more rested than last night!"

Her comment caused a flood of memories of the previous day to rush back into 
my mind, and I reached out with my hands and wrapped them around her waist 
while putting my head in her lap. "I don't want you to ever leave me!"

"My poor little Vickie!" Ethel said and she leaned over and held me. I felt 
her breasts push against my back. Below, my face was lying on her panties 
and thighs. Breathing deeply through my nostrils, I smelt a  faint musky 
odor, that was both pleasant and sensual.

Talking into her panties, I said, "last night was the most horrible night in 
my life. I didn't know that such evil people exist. Why would they try and 
hurt me so?"

"It was just bad luck. There are some nice people to. That lady you 
mentioned?"

"Yes, she was really nice. I think she wanted to help me. I just had to have 
asked her. But I think I was scared she'd say she couldn't."

"I was walking around looking for you everywhere! I wish that I had found 
you. Later, I want you to tell me the whole story. Every detail of what 
happened to you."

"I will, Aunt Ethel." After a pause I added, "I was so happy to see you this 
morning. I was hoping that you'd let me stay with you until my mom and dad 
got back."

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the feel of Ethel's breast in my mouth. 
Had it really happened? Had I only fantasized it?

"It was such a relief to see you in the corridor," I said, "I can't tell 
you, and I was so happy you agreed to stay with me last night." I once again 
tried to conjure up the image and  feel of her breast. It was less vivid 
than it had been even a minute ago.

"Aunt Ethel?" I said after minute.

"Yes, honey?"

"Why did Aunt Charlotte change her mind?"

"She realized she had made a mistake. She had leapt to a wrong conclusion 
about you. She thought you had manipulated me to make a mockery of Vickie. I 
had to make her understand that you were sincere."

"Well, I'm glad that she'll let me be Vickie."

"I always knew Charlotte would come to her senses."

"I want you to stay with me every night, Aunt Ethel!"

"You had such a terrible time. I wish it could have never happened!"

"So do I!"

"I'll try and stay with you as much as I can, but some days I won't be able 
to. Will that be OK?"

"Will you be here tonight?"

"Yes, tonight I'll stay with you again, but then I have to visit my mom for 
a day or two to see how she is."

"I didn't know you had a mom," I said.

"Yes, I do have one, just like you do!"

"You're teasing me, Aunt Ethel! Of course you have a mom!"

There was a knock on the door, and it opened immediately.  Ethel sat up and 
I got up to a sitting position. Charlotte appeared dressed in a beige 
sleeveless pullover and matching pants. "Time for you girls to get up!"

I smiled at Charlotte and said, "good morning, Aunt Charlotte. Aunt Ethel 
and I are wide awake!"

"And ready for breakfast," Ethel said.

"You mean lunch," Charlotte said.

"Yes, its that late, my goodness," Ethel said.

"I laid out some clothes for you," Charlotte said, pointing to the clothes 
she had put out the night before. "Get washed and dressed and I'll see you 
in the dining room."

Charlotte left and I clambered out of bed and took a look at the outfit 
which I vaguely remembered Charlotte leaving for me early that morning.  
There was a white bra covered with pink roses, a  panty, some hose, and a 
white top and a very light green pleated skirt. I picked up the bra to look 
at it and saw that it was one of the size AA bras.

"Oh Aunt Ethel, Aunt Charlotte gave me one of the little girl bras. I don't 
think my breasts will fit in the cups!"

Ethel came over to look. "No, they certainly won't fit."

"What can I do?" I said. "I'm afraid to ask Aunt Charlotte for a different 
bra. It might make her upset." The thought of her ordering me out of the 
apartment caused me to shiver uncontrollably.     "Mayyyyyybbbbbeeeee, its a 
mmmmmistake Aunt Ethel?" I stuttered, " bbbbbbut I dondon't think sssssso."

Ethel looked at me intently.  "I'll explain the mixup to Charlotte."  She 
saw the alarm in my eyes and added, "I'll only ask her if there is a mixup. 
Just a clarification without insinuating anything."

I looked down at my full bosom in my first bra, and then at the bra 
Charlotte had picked out for me. They were both pretty bras, but the AA cup 
bra was much daintier. No underwire and covered with a pattern of pink roses 
and little wisps of lace here and there.  "OK, Aunt Ethel, but tell her that 
I'm just as happy to wear the smaller bra if she prefers it. Don't make her 
mad."

"Don't worry," Ethel said.

She left the room for a matter of minutes while I sat on the edge of the 
bed, hugging my legs which were pulled up against my chest. The blue nightie 
was closed tightly around me and I felt that my  large breasts were 
protected.  I prayed that they wouldn't be taken away. We had been through 
so much already, even in just one day.

Ethel came back in the room. "Charlotte says that these breasts are much too 
big for you. You're not mature enough to have a figure like this."

Crestfallen, I fought back the urge to cry.

Ethel said, "there , there, Vickie, there is no need to cry. Charlotte says 
that when you grow up enough, you'll be able to have even C or D cup 
breasts, just like she does!"

"Really?" I said.

"Yes."

"But when will I be grown up enough?"

"When you get completely comfortable as Vickie and you show Charlotte how 
mature you are. But I didn't tell you everything. She thinks that you do 
deserve more than AA cup bras, and she wants to take you shopping for some 
padded bras that will give you at least an A cup size.  But for now, you 
should dress in the AA cup bra. OK?"

"OK," I said.  The thought of giving up my breasts depressed me.

I took off my nightie and folded it neatly and put it away. I took out my 
breasts and asked Ethel, "where should I put my breasts?"

"Back in their boxes, I guess. We'll store them there. They'll be safe."

I took off the bra and fetched the AA bra and put it on. It seemed less 
adult than the bra I had been wearing. It was frothier, lighter, it seemed 
like I was just playing at being a girl, rather than actually being one - 
like I had been last night. As soon as I feel safe enough I'll tell Aunt 
Charlotte how I feel not having my breasts, I thought. Maybe she'll 
understand.

The child's bra certainly fit my own body better than the one I had been 
wearing. There was no question of having empty cups waiting to be filled. My 
little nipples poked out against the bra. I looked in the mirror and decided 
that maybe Charlotte was right, at least partially. If I wasn't a girl, then 
I wouldn't even be wearing this bra which is not holding up anything.  The 
bra fit very nicely on my small chest and I decided that it was nice enough 
and I'd just pretend that I had large breasts - just like when Ethel was 
telling me about how the girls wearing AA cup bras were trying to pretend 
that they needed to wear bras.

I put on the white top and saw that the outlines of the little bra could be 
seen faintly through the material and even a slight hint of the pink roses.  
In some ways I felt prettier than I had  as an older girl. I put on the 
panties and sat down on the edge of the bed to put on the pantyhose. Ethel 
was in the bathroom brushing her hair and I called to her to come help me 
again with my pantyhose.

When the pantyhose were on she said, "do you know how to put on the skirt?"

"I don't know. I guess so," I said.

"Some girls step into them and others put them on over their heads," Ethel 
said.

"Why would they do that? It must be easier to step into them." I said.

"That way your blouse won't be tucked in," Ethel said.

"Oh," I said, "I'll try putting it on over my head."

I lifted the skirt up over my head and ended up getting stuck in it with my 
arms over my head.  "Help, help, Aunt Ethel!" I said, stumbling around, "I'm 
stuck."

Ethel laughed, "you forgot to undo the zipper."  She undid it and the skirt 
came down past my shoulders and I lowered it to my waist.

"Just zip it up and fasten the clip," she said. "For this skirt, the zipper 
belongs in the back, so you just have to swivel it around until its 
correct!"

"How did you know it goes in the back?"

"Its either the side or the back. You can tell by the way it is styled. 
There should be some room for your bottom in the back. Also, some skirts 
have pockets and they go in the front usually."

I was dressed now. I felt and looked like a young school girl - maybe junior 
high school, not like the older girl I had felt like yesterday.  The nice 
thing about the skirt and blouse was that they were   very comfortable and I 
could easily see spending the day dressed like this.

I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. Ethel finished brushing 
her hair and then pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet next to me 
and began peeing. It was a bit of a shock to see her large pubic mound, but 
she was so matter of fact about it  that I figured that it must not be too 
big a deal. Ethel smiled at me and I listened to  the flow of her pee.

"Do you always sleep in your bra?" I asked her.

"Oh, no!" she said, "last night was different. I didn't have my nightie with 
me, and I was too tired to get it."

"And I was wondering about you letting me, this morning, you know...."

"About nursing you?"

"Yes, aren't you worried about the Greg side of me?"

Ethel laughed again. "I don't think we have to worry about the Greg side of 
you any longer. Anyway, you looked so cute and cuddly, and since we're both 
girls I thought it would make you feel safer. You'd been through so much 
yesterday, why can't girls help out each other!"

"You're really wonderful, Aunt Ethel."

If Ethel ever offered me her breast again, then I would try as hard as I 
could to remember what it looked and felt like, since I already couldn't 
remember exactly what it had felt like just a half hour previously.  I gazed 
at her large breasts in her bra and wished she would take it off so I could 
see them again,  but instead I watched as she put the dress she had been 
wearing yesterday back on. I guessed she would have to go back to her 
apartment to change clothes later.

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

When Ethel and I came to the dining room, Charlotte said, "Your outfit seems 
to fit fine, Vickie, doesn't it?"

"It does, Aunt Charlotte, and I love this pretty skirt."

"I think Ethel went overboard in the boob department. I told her that I 
would be willing to get you some padded bras, to give you a little figure, 
and then later on, one day when I think you are more mature, we'll do 
something about getting you bigger breasts.  I do have some estrogen cream 
which you can rub into your breasts every night before bedtime. It might 
stir them to grow a little, but more likely it will help sensitive them, so 
they feel more like a girls."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"When you thank an older person you should curtsey. Do you know how to?"

"No, I don't think so," I said, "Is it like this?" I took a slight step to 
the side and deeply bowed my head.

"No, thats as if you were bowing to Queen Elizabeth.  To do a curtsey, hold 
the ends of your skirt, put your left foot in front of your right foot 
pointing it to the side, and then bend your legs while  raising your skirt 
and bowing your head. Go ahead and try it."

I did as she said and after a few attempts she said, "Yes, that's it Vickie. 
Such a delicate, feminine gesture. It suits you perfectly. So whenever you 
say "thank you" you curtsey. Its the proper sign of respect for a growing 
girl. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said and curtsied.

"Perfect," Charlotte said. "Take some lunch and then you and I will do some 
shopping. Some padded bras, and whatever else suits our fancy!"

I looked at Ethel and she said,"I have to do some housekeeping of my own. 
The two of you will have a lot of fun together!"

I went into the kitchen with Ethel and we made breakfast. I heard Charlotte 
get up from the table and go to her bedroom.  "I hope that I don't do 
anything to get Charlotte mad at me. I'd feel better if you were with me."

Ethel looked at me sadly. "I know that, precious, but you and Charlotte have 
to learn to forge a good relationship, and it won't do any good for me to be 
around. Don't worry. I can't imagine that you are capable of doing  anything 
more that Charlotte would find upsetting! You've become a thoughtful, 
lovely, young lady!"

I smiled at Ethel, "I think thoughtful young girl, is more accurate," as I 
looked down at my flat chest.

"You'll be amazed at how much of a figure padded bras can give."

I looked dejectedly at Ethel. "I love the breasts you bought me!"

"Yes, I know it won't feel the same, but there's nothing we can do about it 
except try to be the mature young lady Charlotte wants!"

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

Just before Charlotte and I left she went with me to my closet and picked 
out a tan leather pocket book for me to carry.  "You can put your makeup in 
here, a brush and comb, things like that."

"Do I put my wallet in there, Aunt Charlotte?"

"That won't be necessary.  You can also put some kleenex in there and I'll 
give you a couple of tampons."

I couldn't figure out why the tampons would be necessary, but I certainly 
wasn't going to question her about it. I got my stuff together and put it in 
the purse. Ethel had already helped me with my makeup:   a little powder on 
my cheeks and some light pink lipstick on my lips. I was ready to go.

Judging from the mirror, I had no need to be concerned about being seen as 
Greg. I looked like Vickie, and I certainly felt like her.

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

We rode the elevator to the building lobby in silence. Since Charlotte was 
with me, I wasn't afraid that the boys from last night might be lurking 
outside. I had never seen any dangerous people near the building before last 
night. It must have been a freak encounter. When the elevator arrived at the 
ground floor, I saw that the lobby was empty.  Charlotte told me to wait for 
her while she went to the mailroom which was just off to one side. No sooner 
was she out of sight, than I saw Audrey, Stephanie, and Jenni heading 
directly toward me from the direction of the street.

I tried to hide behind a pillar without being seen but they recognized me 
and came up to where I was pretending to not be aware of them.

"Greg!" Audrey said, "is that you! Trying to hide! God, I'm not surprised! 
What's with that get up?"  She was staring at my clothes with a look of 
disgust.

"Jesus," Jenni said,  "you're dressed like a girl!"

"A skirt and blouse!" Audrey said, "and what's with that silly bra? Do you 
have on a girdle too?"

"No, I'm not wearing a girdle, just pantyhose," I said looking at them 
fearfully.

"We don't understand, Greg!" Audrey said forcefully. "What's going on? Linda 
told us last night about how you were trying to help Charlotte!"

"I was. She and I had a fight, I guess. Look, she's just checking her mail 
and she'll be back in a minute. She's taking me shopping."

"But you're dressed like a girl!" Jenni said.

"I know, its best this way. It really is, I know you might not think so. I 
mean I can't really explain it to you so easily."  I couldn't think what 
else to say.

"So its what you want?" Audrey said.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that," I said.

"Man, you don't know how hurt Linda will be. She broke up with Mike last 
night, because she decided that she'd had enough of his macho stuff. It was 
your sensitivity and consideration that made her see that she didn't have to 
put up with him any longer!"

Audrey gave this speech with rising passion. She stopped short and the 
silence hung in the lobby. I was dumbfounded to find out that Linda wanted 
me as a boy friend. That she'd even consider me seemed preposterous. She was 
so beautiful and intelligent. I pondered how I could get out of these 
clothes and find her.

"Look, Audrey, tell Linda I do want to be her friend! I mean you know, I 
would love to date her. I never thought she'd want to date me."

"Boy friend? Dressed like a little girl?" Jenni said. "Who do you think 
Linda is?"  There was contempt in her voice.

"No, Jenni, I don't have to be dressed like this. I am Greg!"

"You ARE Greg? Or aren't you? What is it?"  Audrey sounded scornful now. 
"You'll just say anything now. But how would Linda ever know that you are 
really Greg and not this girl?"

"I am Greg." Looking down at my skirt I realized how foolish it sounded. 
"Just give me a chance. I'll change back into my boys clothes and I'll never 
wear these again. You don't understand, I'm just doing this to help out Aunt 
Charlotte!"

"Speaking of the devil," I froze in fear as I heard Charlotte's voice and 
saw her coming toward us, "what's that about Aunt Charlotte?  Why, Vickie, 
if it isn't the lovely girls who visited yesterday!"

I couldn't tell if Charlotte had heard my remark or not. If she did, she 
didn't let on that she had.

"Vickie?" Audrey said, puzzled.

"This is my niece Vickie. Yesterday, she was Greg. Today he is Vickie. I 
agree, its very confusing. But its finally all sorted out.  Ethel and I  f i 
n a l l y," she said this with feigned exaggeration, "got Vickie to stop 
playing games and become herself, instead of playing at being Greg!"  
Charlotte let out a small laugh.

The girls looked at her speechless.  "But he's Greg dressed like a girl, 
isn't he?" Stephanie said.

This made Charlotte laugh and she said, "you would think so, wouldn't you, 
but, no, I think we can safely say Greg is no more. Isn't that so?" 
Charlotte said addressing me.

All eyes turned to me. I looked up at Charlotte's face and into her eyes. 
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said, "but aren't I also a little bit Greg?"

"I don't know, perhaps. Yes, a very little bit!" Charlotte said. "Greg 
wouldn't be wearing such a pretty outfit would he?"

"No, Aunt Charlotte."

"I suppose that in a sense you can say that Ethel and I have adopted him. I 
like to think of Greg as my niece Vickie. She has a sweet disposition, in 
contrast to Greg, and she is so pretty. Isn't this a nice outfit for her?"

The girls said nothing.

"Vickie loves a pretty skirt and top. But she's been pestering me for some 
padded bras. Have you ever been to Teen World Bras? Its off Delancey?"

"No," Audrey said coldly.

"I'm taking Vickie there to see what we can come up with. She's not too 
happy being flat chested. She's at that age, you know, before they grow in. 
She's impatient. Aren't you?"

"I guess so, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"You guess so?" Charlotte said.

"I mean I am, Aunt Charlotte."

"I am what?" she said.

"I'm anxious to get a padded bra," I said.  I looked at the girls and I saw 
them turn there eyes away from me.

"Like you said before, if you had your druthers, you'd have a bust like 
Ethel or me,"  Charlotte let out another small laugh.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said and looked down at the ground.

"We've got to go!" Audrey said continuing to back away.

"Good luck finding some padded bras, Greg," Jenni said snidely.

"Good bye girls," Charlotte said smiling at them. "What do you say Vickie?"

"Thank you," I said.

"And what do you do when you thank somebody?"

I stared at Charlotte questioning and she made a slight gesture with her 
hands toward her skirt, and I said, "oh, I curtsey?"

Charlotte raised her eyes expectantly, and I turned to the girls and said 
"thank you," and gave a little curtsy.

"Now come along and lets see about those bras!" Charlotte said and turned to 
walk out. I turned toward Audrey and called after her, "would you tell Linda 
I say hi? Tell her I'm sorry!"

"Vickie!" Charlotte called, and I immediately turned and ran after her.

"Sorry, Aunt Charlotte!"

"Keep up with me!" she said.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am."

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