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Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela Chap 15b TG
Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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Charlotte's Niece by Pamela, Chapter 15b



"Such nice girls," Charlotte said later when we were several blocks away 
from the building.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, I really like them."

"They're a bit too old for you though," she said, and then after a pause, 
"we'll have to find you some girls and boys your own age to play with."

I didn't know what to say and then said, "yes, Aunt Charlotte."

It took an effort to keep up with her pace.  I felt like I had so much 
thinking to do. I couldn't believe that Linda wanted to date me as Greg. 
What could I do now?  Was Charlotte saying that she wouldn't let me see 
Linda?"

Charlotte looked over at me and saw that I was out of breath, "you should 
tell me I'm walking too fast! We're not in a rush today. The weather is 
beautiful, we'll have a leisurely stroll over to the shop."

"Aunt Charlotte?" I said hesitantly.

"Yes, dear?" We were waiting at a red signal to change so we could cross the 
street.

"Were you saying that I shouldn't see the girls any more?"

"Yes, Vickie, they are too old for you. You know that don't you?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. I would like it very much if you could find some girls 
and boys I could play with."

"I know you do, honey," Charlotte said and she smiled at me.

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

After a lengthy walk we finally came to the teen lingerie shop that 
Charlotte had mentioned. In spite of her saying we should take a leisurely 
stroll, she had ended up taking my hand in hers so that I would  keep up 
with her faster pace. Lest she reprimand me, I made every effort to walk as 
quickly as she.

The shop was much smaller than the one I had been in previously. We stopped 
outside it and looked in the display window at the many mannequins of girls 
wearing bras and panties.

"See anything you like?" Charlotte asked.

In the foreground were mannequins of young girls:  flat chested and wearing 
bras not unlike the one I was wearing. They also had on cute little matching 
panties, and their arms were delicately posed with limp wrists.  Behind 
these, were taller mannequins of obviously teenage girls. They were wearing 
bras in solid colors and some had on sports bras. One section of the window 
was devoted to padded bras and Charlotte pointed it out to me. There were 
perhaps a dozen bras on display. A few had clearly much more padding than 
the others. One was a light violet color without any ornamentation.  The 
others had little bows at the cleavage, and different amounts of lace. There 
was one in a tiger print that I thought was ugly.  I knew that I wanted one 
with the heaviest padding, but I was afraid that Charlotte would just say 
no. I looked at the ones of more modest dimensions. One of these was pink 
and lacy and I supposed it would do just nicely if I couldn't get a larger 
one.

A woman and her young daughter, who looked to be about thirteen, came to 
stand besides us looking in the window.  The girl said, "thats the one I 
want. See that over there." She was pointing at a mannequin wearing a white 
sports bra with crossing straps in the back.

"So what will it be?" Charlotte said addressing me.

I looked at her and she said, "which bra would you like?"

"I'd like one of those," I said pointing in the general direction of the 
padded bras.

"Which one?" Charlotte said, "that white one there, the push-up bra?"

She was pointing to a plain white one that I'd never want.

"No, Aunt Charlotte, that pink one," I said pointing out the one I had seen 
before.

"The pink push-up bra? The pretty one over there?," Charlotte said.

"Yes," I said.

The mother of the girl turned toward Charlotte, "yes that is pretty, isn't 
it." Charlotte nodded in agreement and smiled at her.

"Yuck," her daughter said.

"So thats all you want?" Charlotte said.

"No," I said, taken aback by the girl's comment.

"What a yucky bra," the girl said, "its all covered with yuck."

Her mother admonished her, "not every girl has the same taste. Its a very 
pretty bra."

I looked at the girl. She had bigger breasts than I did.

"And its padded. Its fake!" she said.

"Shhh, don't be rude," her mother said.

The young girl was laughing and Charlotte said to me, "what other bra, 
honey?"

I hesitated, waiting for the girl and her mother to leave.  They began 
heading to the shop entrance.   When I thought they were out of ear shot, I 
said, "one of those back there? Could I have one of those?"

"You mean the fully padded ones?" Charlotte laughed.

The girl and her mom turned to look where I was pointing, and then entered 
the shop.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, one like that over there. One that has some lace."

"Okay, we'll see about that. They look too big for you, but we'll have you 
try one on anyway. After all, you've been a nice girl today. Come, lets 
see."  Surprised at the praise,  I followed Charlotte into the shop.

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

We found the padded bra section and a saleswoman came over to help us.

"We're looking for padded bras for my niece," Charlotte said. "She's 
interested in the pink push-bra in the window."

"The Cassandra?, with the moulded cups?" the saleswoman said in a slight 
British accent.

"It has the floral lace, with the push-up pad," Charlotte said.

"Oh, yes, of course, the Vanessa. You've got a good eye for the prettiest 
bra. And what size is she?"

"What are you Vickie?" Charlotte said.

"36," I said, "and I don't know my cup size. Is it AA?"

"Yes I can see you're not quite an A yet," the saleslady said.

What a euphemism I thought to myself. "Not quite an A?" Not quite anything!

The saleswoman went through the racks and found what we were looking for.

"And also a fully padded bra, the prettiest one you have," Charlotte said.

The saleswoman found a shiny blue bra with moulded cups and just a little 
lace edging. "How's this one?" she said.

For some reason the bra was intimidating. It seemed so assertive, the way 
the cups were fully formed, no matter whether a girl was wearing it or not.  
But the blue color was attractive and I wanted to see what it felt like to 
wear.  "Its nice, can I try that one too, Aunt Charlotte?"

"Yes, of course," Charlotte said.

I took the two bras from the saleswoman. "Let me show you the fitting room," 
she said, and she led us toward the back of the shop.

In front of the fitting room door was a harried mother with her two 
daughters and son. The youngest girl was about six years old and her sister 
was probably about 12. Their brother was my age,  maybe a year younger and 
he was telling his mom, "I'll wait outside on the street."

"No, you wait here. Sit in the chair and we'll be out in a minute."

"But mom."

"Just sit there and don't give me a hard time!"

"There's nothing to do here!"

"Mark...do me a favor and be patient. I have to get your sister some 
underwear, it will only take a minute to try a bra on! You can sit in the 
chair there."

"I'm sorry," she said to us, "Mark, we're blocking the door. Please don't 
stress me!"

I had been standing next to Mark holding the two bras.  His eyes looked me 
over and then I saw them glance down at my bras and back up at my chest.  
Reluctantly he sat down at the proffered seat and his mom and sisters went 
into the fitting room.  Charlotte and the saleslady followed them and when I 
passed Mark, I accidentally dropped the blue bra at his feet. He reached 
down to pick it up and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said.

"No, problemo," he said giving me a smirk.

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

The fitting room was large with a floor to ceiling mirror on one wall and a 
bench running along the opposite wall. Several moms were supervising their 
daughters as they tried on bras and panties. My eye fell immediately on the 
girl who had been outside at the same time as us. Her mother was holding a 
couple of bras that she was to try on. The girl had just taken off her 
blouse to reveal a simple white bra. Our eyes met for a second and I turned 
away. "Find yourselves a spot on the bench. You can run behind the curtain 
over there to change if you're shy," the saleswoman said, and she pointed 
toward a small curtained off area at the far corner of the room.

Charlotte found a clear spot on the bench, next to a girl who must have been 
about ten years old. She was wearing only panties and a woman who I supposed 
was her mom was inspecting their fit. The girl was nagging her mom, "give me 
the bra!"

"Just a second, angel."

"No mom, I want it now, I want to put it on now!"

"In a second. It won't make sense to do that unless the panties fit. They're 
a set."

"But mom!"

"OK, here! You're so impatient!"

The girl took the bra from her mom. It was light blue like the panties she 
was wearing, and had no cups to speak of, just like the bra I was wearing. I 
saw her arranging it to put on. She had little budding breasts. Despite 
their small size, I thought they were more ample than mine.

"Take off your top, and we'll see how these fit," Charlotte said to me. The 
girl from outside had taken off her bra and I could see she had small 
breasts. I hadn't been expecting such a public space to try on the bras. It 
felt like every eye was looking at me. In  the mirror I saw the  girl next 
to me and the  girl from outside putting their bras on.  I turned my back to 
the mirror and faced Charlotte.

"Perhaps I should go behind the curtain," I said.

"Why? To try on the bra?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte." I tried to indicate how public the place was.

"C'mon honey, take off your top. We don't have time for that nonsense."

I lifted up my blouse and took it off, exposing the dainty little bra 
Charlotte had picked out for me that morning.  I thought I heard a laugh 
from the direction of the outside girl. I reached behind my back, undid the 
clip and took off the bra.

"Try this on first,"  Charlotte said, and handed the lacy pink bra to me. 
Still facing the wall I kept my sorry little chest hidden as best I could.

I was getting the bra lined up to put on, when the saleswoman entered the 
fitting room and came over to us. In a chipper voice she said, "and how are 
we doing in here?"

"Fine," I said. Her presence made me nervous and I fumbled with the bra end.

"Let the nice lady help you," Charlotte said.

I wanted to say that I could do it myself but instead turned toward the 
woman. In the mirror I saw the girl with the sports bra checking out how she 
looked in the mirror. Our eyes met again and I saw her looking at my chest. 
She was clearly holding back laughter and I gave her an angry look. The 
saleslady had straightened out my bra and encircled my waist with it and 
clipped it. Then I slid it up, putting my arms through the straps. She 
adjusted the bra slightly and stood back to look. "Its a nice fit. It 
certainly does a lot for your bust!"

The bra did give me some breasts again, but they were pitifully small 
compared to what I had had the night before.  "It's pretty," I said, "and 
it's comfortable."

"Good," Charlotte said, "that simplifies everything! We'll take four more of 
them: two in white, one in blue, one in black and the pink one."

"But what about the other bra, Aunt Charlotte?" I said as gently as I could.

"You're still interested in that thing?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. Can I see how it fits?"

"I suppose so.  We've come all this way we might as well see how it looks on 
you."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte!" I said and curtsied.

The young girl next to me had finally gotten her bra on and was admiring her 
image in the mirror. The six year old who had been with the woman outside 
the fitting room must have seen me curtsey because I heard her announce to  
her mom, "that girl curtsied, mommy."

"Mind your own business! Don't bother the young girl!"

The little girl began curtseying to her image in the mirror. I wondered if I 
was overdoing the curtsying.

"This bra has matching panties," the saleswoman offered, "shall I fetch you 
some?"

Charlotte said, "why yes, or course. Vickie is size 7."

The saleswoman rushed off.  "Take off your skirt," Charlotte said. I took it 
off and folded it neatly and put it on the bench next to us. I felt like I 
took up the whole mirror. I was  taller than the other girls. "And your 
pantyhose!"

I sat down on the bench next to Charlotte and took them off. "Do I put the 
new panties on over my panties?"

Charlotte laughed, "don't be foolish. You get a panty liner from the 
dispenser," she pointed to a dispenser on the wall, "and then you line the 
panties with it to keep them clean.   See how that girl has it." Charlotte 
pointed to the little girl near me and I could see that there was a 
tissue-like paper sticking out of her panties.

"I had no idea," I said.

While we waited, I surveyed the crowded room. If I didn't change panties 
behind the curtain, then surely someone would see my penis or, perhaps even 
worse, the ugly welts on my rear end.  Two girls my age came rushing into 
the dressing room. They were carrying  bras and were laughing and pushing 
each other. They passed by Charlotte and me heading to the only available 
space on the bench which was at the far end of the room. In the mirror I saw 
them put their purses on the bench and then pull up  their tee shirts over 
their heads to then expose their white bras.  It looked to me like they were 
in at least the B cup range. Noisily teasing each other, they hurriedly took 
off their bras.  I felt a jolt of envy when their bras fell away to reveal 
their womanly breasts.  In her haste to put on the new bra, one of the girls 
dropped it to the ground and as she bent down rapidly to pick it up,   her 
breasts bounced  forward and sideways and then forward and sideways again as 
she stood up quickly. Her friend got her new bra on first and was examining 
its fit in the mirror by the time the other one had finally gotten her 
straps organized to put on. It was a front closure bra and I watched as she 
first put it on like a vest and then clipped it shut. She then leaned 
forward and adjusted her breasts and stood up straight, sucked in her 
stomach and considered whether she liked it or not.

The saleslady came back holding a pink panty. She said to Charlotte, "you 
see the panty has the same stretch satin fabric as the bra and the lace on 
the front panel matches it too."  She  went to the dispenser and pulled down 
a panty liner and came back and handed it to me along with the panty.  "Now 
lets see how nice you look in the combo."

I hesitated. I was afraid to go to the curtain; none of the other girls 
seemed to be doing that, and Charlotte had forbade me from putting on the 
bra there. But I couldn't imagine that Charlotte would want me to show the 
marks on my rear end or show my penis. I looked at Charlotte imploringly, 
hoping she would tell me what to do.

"C'mon Vickie, try on the panties. What are you afraid of?" Charlotte said.

"But, Aunt Charlotte."  I said lowering my eyes.

"What? Do you need help?" Charlotte said.

The saleswoman smiled at me,  "I think she's a wee bit shy about changing in 
public. The fitting room does get a little crowded on Sundays. It's OK 
honey, just zip behind the curtain and change into the panties so your Aunt 
and I can have a look."

"Run along, Vickie," Charlotte said, and with great relief I took the 
panties and went to corner where the curtain was.  Safely behind it, I 
quickly dropped my panties to the ground, and stepped out of them. I laid 
the tissue in the crotch of the new panties, put them on, gathered up my old 
panties and made my way back towards where Charlotte and the saleswoman 
were.  The two older girls who had been the last to come in the fitting 
room, had finished checking out the bras they had selected, and were taking 
them off. As I passed them,  one of them said to me, "that's pretty, where 
did you find that bra and panty?"  Her breasts were inches from me, and her 
topless friend came over and joined her.

"In the padded bra section," I said. "I first saw it in the store window. 
You can ask the saleswoman to get you one." I pointed to her conversing with 
Charlotte.

"Good idea," the girl said and they followed me across the room as I 
returned to Charlotte. The saleswoman looked up when we came over. "Now that 
is a pretty sight!" she said.

"Vickie, you look smashing!" Charlotte said.

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said. "These girls want to know if this bra 
comes in their size," I said to the saleswoman.

"More than likely! A 36B? Both of you?" the saleswoman said.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you," they said.

"Is there anything more I can get you?" the saleswoman said to Charlotte, 
"besides some more of these bras in different colors?"

"Well you might as well get us matching panties for all the bras," Charlotte 
said. To me she added,  "Now put on the blue bra."

The saleswoman left and the two girls lingered nearby waiting for her to 
return.

In the mirror I compared my figure in the bra and panty with the two girls.  
We were of similar heights. One of the girls had slightly broader shoulders 
than mine, and her arms looked like they might be stronger. My waist was a 
little thicker than theirs, and they had rounder and wider bottoms than I 
did, but if the mirror wasn't lying then I did have, at least while wearing 
the bra and panty, a kind of delicate girls figure. It was really at my 
chest that there was no comparison. Even wearing the padded push-up bra, 
their breasts were so much fuller and more pronounced than mine. If only 
they could have seen me in my breast forms, I thought.

One of the girls turned toward me and said, "Aren't push-up bras great. My 
mom might complain if I get one, but it's nice to be a size bigger!"

"I HAVE to wear one!" I said.

"Don't exaggerate," the girl said sympathetically. "Some girls take longer 
than others. I thought mine would never grow in, and then all of sudden, 
boom they were there!"

"Vickie!" Charlotte called to me.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte?"

"Don't dawdle, try on the blue bra if you're going to!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte" I said.

The girl who had been speaking to me said, "my goodness, now that's a padded 
bra!"

"Holy cow!" the other girl said. "You like that kind of bra?"

"I want to see if I like it or not.  I've never worn one."

The girls looked on as I turned around and faced Charlotte and took off the 
pink bra.  I had trouble lining up the straps of the blue bra. It was as if 
the bra had a mind of its own. I couldn't seem to catch a hold of the 
opposite end of the bra as I wrapped it around my waist.  The more I 
struggled, the faster the bra flew around me. The two girls began giggling 
and I became even more frustrated.  I knew I was attracting attention from 
all corners of the room.  Especially  "Little Miss Sports Bra"  who had been 
so nasty outside. I could see her laughing at my predicament.

Mercifully, Charlotte got up from the bench and intervened with her hand to 
catch the bra strap, so that I was finally able to clip it.

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte!"  I said, sweating and slightly out of breath 
from the struggle.  The big blue boobs were resting on my stomach, sort of 
like large ear phones.

"Pull it up," she said, "let's see what we have here."

I pulled it up into position and waited for the verdict from Charlotte.  I 
liked it instantly. I liked the way it looked in the mirror. I liked the 
blue satiny material, and even if the breasts were just big foam cushions, 
nobody else would know, and they would be mine and as real for me as any 
real breast was for a girl.

"Oh, I absolutely love it, Aunt Charlotte!" I said. "What do you think?"

I looked at her nervously, sure she was going to say that it was too big for 
me.

"They are kind of big for you, Vickie."

"Oh, but please Aunt Charlotte. I love this bra. Can't I just have it to 
wear inside? Or just when you tell me I can wear it, but I really think its 
so pretty. Can I have it, Aunt Charlotte?" I gazed as sweetly as I could 
into her eyes.

I could see her mind whirring away thinking about it. She was doing some 
sort of calculation about me. She finally took a breath and stood a bit 
taller. "Why, yes Vickie. Its OK, I'll buy you that bra also, but you can 
only wear it when I give you permission."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte!" I practically squealed, and wanted to give her 
a hug, but was afraid to touch her.

The saleslady returned at that moment and commented, "whew, that's a big 
bra!"

"We'll buy it along with the others," Charlotte said.

"Do you want to wear it home?" the saleslady said, smiling at me.

"Can I, Aunt Charlotte?''

Charlotte gave out a big laugh, "OK, why not! You might as well leave on the 
panties too!"

I put my top back on over the blue bra and felt womanly once again. Its not 
that I mind feeling girlish, its that I also do really like feeling womanly.

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

I sauntered out of the dressing room with my skirt swaying from side to 
side. I passed Mark sitting uncomfortably in his chair, and laughed inwardly 
when I saw the surprised look on his face when he noticed my chest. I 
wondered if he knew he was seeing the result of the blue bra he had touched 
himself! Its a woman's secret that he'll never know.


End of Chapter 15



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