WARNING: In some of the latter chapters there are scenes containing violence, sex and the consumption of an unpleasant bodily fluid. If you find such material offensive, please do not read the story.
Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 1
During my dad's long business trip to London, my mother, Lillian, began seeing a lot of Charlotte. I don't quite know why it happened, but I suppose it had something to do with my mom being shy and having a lot of free time on her hands since my dad was not around. Charlotte works in Manhattan in the fashion industry as a clothing buyer for Allied, and you could say she perfectly complements my mom. She is a "take charge" person. She plans each outing my mom has with her; she decides where they will eat and where they will shop, and what show they will see. She can talk for hours, it seems, my mom contentedly listening, nodding her head in agreement and making an occasional remark, that is, if she can fit one in. Charlotte cuts an imposing figure: swept back long blonde hair, beautiful features, dark gray or black skirt suits, tight fitting cream colored silk blouses, black high heels. Her figure is in the D cup range and I think she wears the kind of bra that makes her breasts stand out because they are so prominent I get weak in the knees every time I am around her.
Charlotte is never without her friend Ethel. Perhaps I should call Ethel her 'side kick'. She is a little taller than Charlotte and also cuts an imposing figure. Her face is not quite as attractive as Charlotte's, and she is a little bit plumper, but she also has a very large bust. Unlike Charlotte, she wears colorful cotton dresses that sway around her feminine hips as she walks. I also think she must wear a completely different kind of bra than Charlotte, since her large ponderous breasts hang a bit lower and shake and swivel around inside her dress as she walks. Ethel rarely speaks, but she smiles almost all the time, and gives every appearance of finding whatever Charlotte says to be both amusing and important. Ethel also wears black high heels; at least I have never seen her wear anything else.
One day in June, when my dad was not due back from London for a couple of months, my mom, sister and I took the subway from our apartment in Queens to meet Charlotte and Ethel in lower Manhattan. My sister, Lei and I needed new jeans, and Charlotte had promised my mom to take us to what she called the "perfect" jeans store on Delancey street on the lower East side.
My sister is a year and a half older than me; she'll be 18 in 5 months. We're not especially close to each other, though we get along pretty well. Its just that she is very attractive and dates lots of guys, so I usually never see too much of her. She's got long blonde hair, blue eyes and I have to admit her figure is pretty nice, though I usually never think about it. She's never been a very feminine girl, rather, she prefers wearing jeans and I can't remember seeing her in a dress or skirt. I'd say she knows very well how pretty she is, and she likes that because of the guy attention it gets. If you asked me what bra size she wears, I'd have to admit that I honestly don't know. Its just not something that I ever think much about; she is my sister after all. But like I said, she has a nice figure and a big part of it is her breasts which are pretty obvious when you look at her. They're not in the same league as Charlotte or Ethel, but for someone her size and stature they are far from insignificant.
I guess one thing you ought to know about is that I have been jealous of Lei's relationship with Charlotte. It just seems like every time Charlotte visits our apartment, and that is pretty often, she always has some nice little gift for Lei, like some lipstick or makeup, or a blouse or something, while I'm lucky if she brings me a bag of pistachios. According to Charlotte, the things she gives Lei come free from her job, but she still makes quite a big deal about them, and I feel kind of left out. She even calls Lei her "favorite young lady," and I have yet to hear her call me her "favorite young man."
One reason I think I'm sensitive to Lei's relationship with Charlotte is that she is also closer to my mom than me. I mean, my mom and Lei have long shared a closeness coming from discussing girl type things together, such as tips on makeup or clothes. So you see my theory is that when Charlotte and Ethel started appearing a lot in our house, and Charlotte would mostly ignore me, it was like Lei was being pushed even closer to my mom than she already was and I was being forced further away.
Anyway, I'm wandering a bit off the path here. What I want to tell you about began the day my mom, Lei and I went to buy jeans with Charlotte and Ethel. Now I know exactly what kind of jeans I like: boot cut Lee jeans and that was what I was planning to get. However, it turned out after we arrived at the jeans store, that even though they carried every conceivable size of every conceivable brand of jeans, my particular size of boot cut Lee jeans was sold out. I was in a quandary as to what to do next, when Charlotte suggested that I get Mudd jeans like Lei was getting. "They're much better made and more fashionable" she said.
The saleswoman who had been helping us said, "but you know that they're for girls, right?"
Charlotte interrupted her, "that's not exactly true. Yes, the marketing has been primarily directed at girls, but as far as jeans go they're actually unisex, and what's really important is that they're much better made than Lee jeans, and cost the same."
"But Charlotte," my mom said, laughing, "they really are girls jeans. We can't expect Greg to wear them. That would be silly."
Charlotte cut her off a bit rudely it seemed to me, saying, "Lillian, I'm not joking. I know their reputation is as a girls jean, but increasingly in the industry we're recognizing that clothing like jeans can and perhaps should be unisex."
"I haven't had any boys buying Mudd jeans here," the saleswoman added.
"Maybe not yet, but believe me it's going to happen, isn't that true Ethel?"
Ethel who had been silent came to life and agreed whole heartedly with Charlotte. "Unisex jeans are going to be big this year from everything I hear."
You may be wondering what I was thinking about during this conversation. To tell you the truth I wasn't following the details so much as reacting to the fact that Charlotte seemed to be paying attention to me. It seemed so odd to have me be the focus of her conversation instead of Lei, that I felt important and special. If Charlotte was right and the jeans were unisex then I figured that it was no big deal if I got them. On the other hand, I couldn't remember hearing from any of the kids at school that unisex jeans were in, so I tended to share the disbelief of my mom and Lei.
"What does Greg think?" my mom said, and I felt all eyes turning on me.
"I don't know," I stammered, caught by surprise. I suppose I was expected to immediately and unequivocally say "NO WAY!" but something inside me didn't want to contradict Charlotte so directly. I don't know if it was a slight fear of Charlotte as an adult or perhaps some part of myself actually was attracted to the idea of getting unisex jeans, so I searched around for some words which wouldn't cut off the possibility of getting the Mudd jeans, but also wouldn't make me seem like I was too eager. "I don't know about any other guys getting unisex jeans, but if they are going to be popular..."
Regardless of what my mom or Lei might have thought about my answer, Charlotte interpreted it as a yes to go ahead with trying them on, and she directed the saleswoman to fetch them. But before she left, she also told her to get me some boys Wrangler jeans, which she said are of the same quality as Lee jeans. She intended to demonstrate first hand how much better made the Mudd's were.
While we were waiting, Lei then spoke up saying, "what a joke seeing Greg in girls jeans!" I turned absolutely scarlet while Charlotte gently told Lei to not be so quick to judge. Lei's remark made me see the situation from a different perspective and I felt embarrassed. Surely all the kids would laugh at me in Mudd jeans.
When the saleswoman came back, Charlotte took the Mudd's from the woman and showed Lei that the button was on the right side, "you see its the same side as it is for boys jeans, unlike normal girls pants with the button on the left side."
Charlotte said this with such authority, that I felt more than a little relieved. This was helped by the fact that my mom seemed to become convinced that my wearing Mudd jeans was perfectly OK. Lei also seemed somewhat subdued by this but, later, when we were walking back to the fitting rooms together, she said to me "I don't know Greg, I never heard of any guys wearing Mudd's!"
This left me in a quandary when I sat down in the changing booth. The implication of Lei's remark was that I'd make a fool of myself if I wore the Mudd jeans. It was best to wait until lots of the guys were wearing them before I did. If what Ethel said was true then it would only be a short time. I decided to put on the Wrangler jeans, and when I stepped out to show them to my mom and the other ladies, I saw that Lei was already presenting her Mudd jeans to the women.
When I came up to them, I could see that Charlotte was clearly disappointed. She was frowning at me and she said, "what about the Mudd jeans Greg? Put them on! See how nice Lei's jeans look and fit. Do you see that Lillian? Ethel?"
My mom and Ethel seemed to be nodding approval and Charlotte had me stand next to Lei so they could see the differences. "Look at how inferior these are! See how much nicer Lei looks in her Mudd's. Go run along now Greg and put on your Mudd's." Her voice was so definite it didn't seem like I could do anything else, so whatever Lei might think, I felt like I had no choice but to put on the Mudd's.
With racing heart I went back to the cubicle and took off the Wrangler jeans. I saw that the label of the Mudd jeans showed a girl wearing them, bent over backwards and laughing. The size on the label, 9, was completely different than the Wrangler jeans. I slid the Mudd jeans up my legs with a feeling of doing something dangerous.
The Mudd jeans fit really differently than the Wrangler jeans:
the legs were tight, the waist seemed kind of low and I felt a strange sensation like my rear end was being lifted and separated. Its hard to describe it if you've never worn girls jeans.
When I stepped out of the booth to show how they fit, I was fully expecting everyone to go "ugh" or laugh or something. Instead, they seemed to act like Charlotte had been completely right. The saleswoman in particular, seemed to be quite impressed and even Lei wasn't laughing or anything. Charlotte told my mom "you see its just like I said. Mudd makes jeans better than anyone else. The fabric, the stitching, the styling, the price, the quality. Someday, all the boys are going to find out what a great deal they are. And they're completely unisex! The distinction between boys and girls jeans is only packaging."
"How do they feel Greg?" my mom asked.
I could tell that they felt really different, like they weren't made for my body, like my rear end was being shaped in some weird way and I was certain there was barely any room for my penis. "OK, I guess," was all I could manage in reply.
"Walk around in them," Charlotte commanded, "you'll see how much more comfortable they are."
I already knew from walking out of the dressing room that the jeans made it hard for me to walk normally. The jeans were tight and grabbing at me in unfamiliar places and I had to adjust my walk accordingly. I felt like I had to take smaller steps and I had the sensation my hips were swaying back and forth. I certainly could never play baseball in the Mudd jeans and I realized with a sagging spirit that certainly my friends would be able to see that they made me walk differently. I walked back and forth in front of everybody. They were waiting for me to say something. Charlotte looked so certain that I was loving them that I was afraid to say that there was anything wrong with them. Finally, I said, "I guess I like them, but could I get a pair of Wrangler jeans also, just in case."
"Just in case what?" Charlotte asked.
"I mean, to play ball in. I wouldn't want to get the Mudd jeans dirty."
My mom said, "of course honey!"
Charlotte said to the saleswoman, "give him a pair of black Mudd jeans to go along with these blue ones and the Wrangler to play ball in. I'll treat him to the extra pair of Mudd's. Why don't you wear the pair you have on for the rest of the day, so you can see how nice they feel to walk around in?"
That didn't strike me as such a good idea. I was hoping to ease my way into wearing them in public. I needed to make really sure that no one would think of the Mudd jeans as girls jeans. On the other hand, it would be easier to leave them on, and I hated my old pair of jeans which were too baggy, so I said, "OK, I'll wear them."
Out on the street I felt self-conscious, but none of the passersby seemed to notice anything unusual, so I relaxed. While we were standing there deciding what to do next, Charlotte basked in her great accomplishment of the morning and I felt happy with the attention she was giving me. She seemed to genuinely like the way I looked in the Mudd jeans, and I felt pretty cool. I was even thinking about wearing them to school the next Monday if I could find the nerve.
"Besides the jeans, another place where boys could really do well is in the underwear department," Charlotte said to my mom. "Panties actually give much more support for boys than jockey shorts. Its their elasticized legs, and tummy panels which give added support against hernia and other strains."
I could see my mom suppress a giggle at this, but Charlotte continued, "seriously Lillian. Many professional football players admit to wearing long line panty girdles because of the support it gives to their thighs and buttocks. It helps prevent injuries."
"How fancy are the girdles the players wear?" Lei asked seriously.
"Well of course with no lace or bows or anything," Charlotte said, "you know they're just purely functional. Maybe Greg would like to try one."
"But Greg doesn't play football," my mom teased and Charlotte and Ethel laughed along with her.
"I know a great lingerie shop just a couple of blocks away. Lets see what they have," Charlotte said, "I'm sure Lei needs a few new bras and panties. The prices are terrific."
While my mom and the others found this conversation amusing, it left me confused as to whether or not Charlotte seriously intended for me to buy panties or a panty girdle. I was already wearing girls jeans and it seemed to me that it was going way too far to also expect me to wear girls underwear. I resolved to make sure that that didn't happen, but I was also worried that I would lose my resolve.
As we set off down the block to the lingerie store I caught up to my mom and said, "are you serious about the panties?"
"You mean about for you?"
"Yeah!"
"Greg! Charlotte is just teasing you."
It was somewhat of a relief to hear that, since I didn't think I could handle getting girls panties in front of everyone. Something about it terrified me, and I wasn't sure it was because I didn't want to wear them.
Walking down the block, I tried to figure out how my mom knew that Charlotte had only been joking, since it had seemed so real to me. She was a mystery and particularly so because this was really the first time I felt that she even seemed to notice my existence.
It occurred to me that since they were planning to go to the lingerie shop, it made sense for me to go home. I was perfectly able to ride the subway by myself. Catching up to my mom and Charlotte I said, "I might as well go home, the guys are expecting me to play ball this afternoon."
"But you must stay for lunch," Charlotte said, "we're going to eat in a nice restaurant. It won't take us very long to buy a few bras. You can wait."
Her tone was like an order, and I felt stung by it. "But mom..." I said. "It really won't take long. OK honey?" my mom added, sounding a lot more accommodating than Charlotte.
Whenever my mom does the "OK honey" thing with me, I always do as she wishes, so I muttered a faint "oh, all right" and resigned myself to waiting for the ladies while they went into the lingerie shop.
I plodded along behind everyone thinking about the Mudd jeans I was wearing. I noticed that it was a bit of a struggle walking in them. It seemed like they were forcing me to sway my hips and I tried as hard as I could to counteract the tendency.
The Lingerie shop was quickly reached and I looked for a nice spot where I could wait outside while Lei and the ladies went inside. I couldn't have been out there more than a minute or two when Charlotte came outside and told me to follow her into the store. "Come with me Greg. I've got Lei searching through the teen bras and your mom in the full figured section. Now let me show you what I was talking about before."
I should have known that she was really serious about getting me panties: Charlotte didn't joke around on anything having to do with fashion. Stepping into the store was quite a shock. Everyone in there was female and I had never imagined that there could be so many bras all in one place. Racks and racks of them went from the floor to the ceiling. Here and there I could also see displays of panties, slips and even corsets, but it was almost all bras.
"I know just the panties for you," Charlotte said as I followed her through the store, "they're plain white and completely unadorned. No one would ever suspect they're actually girls panties."
We arrived in front of a large display rack containing packages of panties, three to a pack. She thumbed through them for a second and then pulled out a package containing white panties. "These should fit you," she said handing the package to me.
Like she said, they had no bows or lace or anything, but as for her claim that no one could tell they were for girls, it was clear to me that they had thin elastic along the top which was much too delicate for boys underwear.
"But what about the elastic at the top," I said, "isn't this different than boys?"
Charlotte gave me a stern look which softened immediately as if she were laughing to herself. "You're right, Greg, I forgot that boys underwear has wider elastic, but everything else I said was true. I'm sure you'd love the extra support that these give compared to jockey shorts. Particularly nice is that girls panties have elastic around the thigh. That'll give you a lot better support."
Charlotte was so authoritative in her discussion, that I felt confused and uncertain as to what to say. It seemed to me that my mom and Lei would certainly condemn the idea as ridiculous. And as for my dad, when he got back from London, I could only imagine how he would react: "what's all gotten into your heads!"
"I don't think my mom wants me to get panties," I said finally, "and I'm sure Lei would tell me its ridiculous. I also don't see how I could go to gym class and change in the locker room. They might be better than my boys underwear but the guys won't think so." I was very nervous now and reaching to find an argument which Charlotte would accept.
"Don't give your mom or Lei a second thought, Greg. Now if we were getting some lacy thongs for you, that would be a different story."
Charlotte took a long look at me and said, "you know Greg, all you have to do is say you don't want panties. Its not like I want you to have them. I'm doing this because I think you'll discover that they truly are more comfortable. OK?"
"Yes, Charlotte," I said, now feeling embarrassed.
"Did I force you into getting the Mudd jeans? I sure hope I didn't. Did I?"
"No, Charlotte," I said, though I really didn't know the answer to that question.
"So what is it going to be? Do you or do you not want to try the panties?"
I looked at the package which said size 7 on it and looked back up at Charlotte. She truly was a beautiful woman and my eyes focused on her soft skin, her slightly rouged cheeks, the red lipstick on her lips. The corners of her mouth seemed to form a smile. I noticed that her eyes were looking right at mine and I glanced into them for a second and then looked away. They were a very pretty shade of blue, with dark mascara lashes above and below. While glancing down, my eyes took in her bust, noticing the suggestion of a lacy bra, or was it a slip?, underneath her white blouse. My heart was pounding in my chest; I didn't know what to say.
"Well?" she asked me.
I answered, "how do you know that size 7 would fit me?"
"Well, I'm not completely certain. Let's take a look."
To my surprise she began opening up the sealed package and I said, "but are we allowed to do that?"
She did not answer me and I was afraid to repeat the question. She slipped out one of the panties and took out a piece of cardboard which was in it. Then she held it up against my waist to measure it. She made no effort to hide what she was doing and I felt worried that someone in the store might see. I hoped she would hurry up and I breathed a sigh of relief when she was done.
"To tell you the truth Greg I think these panties could go either way. Let me see if they have them in the next smaller size." She went back through the packages of panties looking for size 6. "They don't seem to have your style in size 6, just these fancy pink ones." She held up a package of bright pink panties covered with little flowers and a wide band of lacy trim and a pink bow.
"You should try on the 7's, and if they don't fit, then I don't know what to do. Are these too feminine for you?" she asked indicating the package of pink panties. Blushing terribly I mumbled something on the order of "yeah."
"They wouldn't be visible, you know, underneath your jeans." Charlotte said this out loud, but as if she were talking to herself.
"I have gym everyday," I said, "and I have to change into my gym uniform."
"You're right, it was just a thought. Anyway, maybe the 7's will fit you. You can try them on in the dressing room. You go on ahead, its right over there," she pointed to a doorway marked "fitting room," "while I check up on Lei and Lillian." She turned to go and I said, "but Charlotte, will they let a boy in the dressing room?" I could see several women waiting in line to go in.
"You're right, I wasn't thinking, I better ask a salesgirl, we wouldn't want to start a ruckus!" and she took my hand to lead me toward the changing room. I felt electrified by the contact, and I wondered if she did it on purpose to give me a signal. I noticed that she still held the package of pink panties, and I wanted to say something about it, but then thought better of it. "Wait here," she ordered when we had reached the line for the waiting room. "And hold these," she said handing me the two packages of panties. Just ahead of me on line were two pretty girls that seemed to be about my own age or perhaps a little older. The taller of the two, had long blonde hair. She turned around to stare at me. She was holding a single white, lacy bra.
Her eyes gave me the once over and she turned away, but then she turned back again to look. I was certain she noticed the panties as well as my Mudd jeans. I tried to think of something I could say to her if she said anything about it. I was tempted to find Charlotte and tell her I couldn't go through with getting the panties, when I saw her returning.
"I'm sorry, Greg, you can't try on the panties here. If the shop was emptier, maybe they'd let you, but there are a lot of women back there, and some might complain. I hope you're not too disappointed." She said this loud enough for the entire line to hear. I could see now that the girls next to me were staring at me. The pink panties in my hand felt like red hot coals and I held them like they were burning me.
"It's OK Charlotte, I don't think I even really need any new underwear."
"Well, look, I don't want to deprive you. Since you have your heart set on the panties, why don't I just buy them for you, and if they don't fit, we'll find someone to give them to. OK?" I could see nothing now but the sharp glances of the nearby women and especially the two girls. I would have run away except that Charlotte was looking directly at me waiting for my response. It was as if I was impaled by her look. My mind raced to figure out if I had really shown the desire for the panties that she seemed to think I had. If I had, then she might get mad at me for changing my mind. On the other hand, I was conscious of what seemed like the entire store looking at me and I was too afraid to speak.
"Is that OK?" Charlotte said, "they really are such pretty panties."
It sounded to me like she was talking about the pink panties and I was even more confused. Luckily, just then I saw my mom, Ethel and Lei coming toward us. They were holding bras and I supposed they were intending to use the fitting room. Ethel was grasping a single large white bra with a panel of lace across the cups, while my mom had two white bras that didn't have any ornamentation. Lei had a fistful of bras of various colors and I could also see she had some matching panties.
"How many bras can I get?" Lei was saying to my mom as they joined us. I was happy for the distraction this caused as I saw the nearby women turn away, but not before scrutinizing all five of us.
"I just got you some bras a short while ago," my mom answered.
"That was ages ago mom! These are so much prettier!"
"OK, just pick out 3 bras and panties. We're not made of money!"
"You go right ahead and buy two more on me!" Charlotte said, and Lei excitedly gave her a hug.
"Are you sure, Charlotte?" my mom said.
"Lillian, these prices are too good to pass up. Greg and I found a really good deal on panties, didn't we?" she said looking at me, "but we can't decide if he's a six or seven. What do you think?" Charlotte took the white panties from my hand and once again held them up against my waist. "They may be a trifle big."
My mom looked perplexed to say the least and Lei seemed to be fighting back a giggle. Only Ethel looked on as if she were seriously making a judgment.
"But Charlotte!" my mom said. "Greg can't wear panties! Greg, did you put Charlotte up to this? How could you?"
She was clearly upset and getting more upset. The blonde girl and her friend turned around to look at us.
"Mom,.." I started and Charlotte cut me off.
"Lillian, its no bother at all. I offered to buy him some."
"But they're panties. They're for girls. He can't wear girls panties!"
"Well he had his heart set on the white ones, Lillian. They're not really different than boys underwear. Now, the sixes are another story. I told him they're too feminine, but we couldn't find any plain ones in that size."
"Mom, I didn't want the pink panties!" I finally blurted out, with my voice heaving and some tears starting up in my eyes and beginning to run down my cheek. I saw a woman near the front of the line look up and then over at me.
Lei said, "the white panties are still panties, Greg. They're for girls."
Her tone was kind of sharp, and I got tongue tied trying to say that I also didn't want the white panties, besides the pink ones. I could feel the tears coming uncontrollably now and in desperation I handed the package of pink panties, which I had still been holding, to my mom and ran to the front door almost colliding with two women who had just entered.
With nose sniffling and eyes wet I stood outside in the street, dazed and confused.
In a minute my mom came out and as soon as she started to talk to me, I began bawling. "Calm down, honey," she said and put her arm around me. Luckily there weren't too many people on the street, but I still felt like the world was watching me.
Speaking softly she said, "tell me what's going on."
"I didn't want any of the panties, mom. It was all Charlotte's idea."
"I think it was just a big misunderstanding. She didn't mean any harm. She's feeling awful for what she's done to you. She had no intention of hurting you. You're very sensitive and she didn't know how much."
It felt comforting to hear that. Maybe I had over-reacted and misunderstood Charlotte.
"Will you come inside and let Charlotte apologize?"
"I don't want to go back in the shop."
"Then I'll tell her to come out."
My mom went back in, and after a few minutes, Charlotte came out and walked over to me.
"Greg, I'm sorry I made you so upset. I just wasn't listening to you carefully enough. Of course any boy would be scared to put on panties. If their friends found out, they'd really tease him! Its just that I really believe what I was saying about comfort and support. Why miss out on the advantages just because you're worried about your friends?"
"My mom freaked out when she saw me getting panties!"
"She saw the pink ones and I admit that did cause her some surprise. I don't know why you were still carrying them. I thought we had agreed that they were too feminine for you. I explained all that to your mom: it was just an accident that you were holding them. Anyway, she agrees with me that we should get the plain white panties for you to try on in my apartment. If they don't fit, I'll wait until the store gets some new sixes and then bring them to you. How that? OK? Are we friends?"
Charlotte took out a handkerchief and wiped my cheeks with it. It was pink and dainty and smelled of perfume. "Do you have a tissue?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Here you can have this for now," and she gave me the hankie. Then, smiling, she turned around and went back into the shop.
It dawned on me that even after all that, she was still getting me panties, and I would have to try them on in her apartment.
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