Darren' Dilemma

by Suzie Q Haff

 

Chapter One

Crimes And Chastisements

 

I reached into my pocket, pulled my door key out and unlocked the front door of our two story house. As I entered I closed the door behind me and dropped my book-bag next to the coat rack. I walked down the hall towards the kitchen trying to be as stealthy as a fourteen year old boy knew how. It was Friday and I was trying to figure a way to get out of being grounded. Slowly I pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen and there she was, my step-sister Jana! Oh dread!

My Step-Sister Jana, is 6 feet tall, is extremely pretty, long blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, and peaches and cream skin. She weighs one hundred sixty five pounds, has D breasts and a twenty eight inch waist giving her a very full, voluptuous, hourglass figure. She is also super smart, very, very spoiled, a real smart ass, and a world class champion liar. She keeps her long nails painted, makeup perfect and is a very hot, I mean like smokin', chick. Her attitude never lets up and when combined with additional height of high heels can be very intimidating. Alexis, my Step-Mom, will believe her over me even when the evidence is stacked against her. Jana is as domineering and conniving as Alexis and is always inventing ways of making me cooperate with her. She never gives me a break. However she has always been there to help me with school projects, homework, and when I have been sick took care of me. I love her very much; however she is as lovable as she is aggravating which frustrates me to no end. She graduated school at seventeen and is studying cosmetology at a local college.

In comparison, I am only five feet tall, one hundred five pounds soaking wet and Dad is always asking if I remembered to put a brick in my pocket so I won't get blown away. Special protein shakes, working out and tons of chocolate never seem to put a ounce on me. Although my chest has been sensitive lately, well maybe I'm finally getting somewhere. I get teased about being a pipsqueak all the time from some of everyone except Jana and Mom. Mom, for some reason I can't nail down, has not been on my case about my hair length since Seventh Grade and it is now shoulder length. All she requires is that I keep it clean and neatly brushed. It is black and very silky like some girls which make it easy to keep tied back. At fourteen I still wear boy's thirteen shoes. My blue jeans are twenty eight inch waist and twenty eight inch in-seam. I wear my clothes really loose so until I get into gym shorts no one knows what a puny little guy I am.

Jana sarcastically evil sounding like a female Vincent Price: "Ah Darren, Brat Brother! You are finally home. Did Julia make you stay after again? Of course she did the lipstick on your cheek tells it all!"

She laughs and I feel outraged, intimidated, and instantly embarrassed. Mother walks in from the side door leading from her office with her coffee cup. She looks me over from head to toe and a cocky grin shows on the left side of her face. I get this cold chill down my spine as I know she sees the lip print on my cheek.

Alexis, my Step-Mom, is 6 feet 2 inches tall, and is the epitome of the liberated business woman. She is more domineering than anyone I have ever known. She wears mostly suites as she sells real-estate with her office in our home. Her hair is dark blonde and in a short pageboy and nails are always painted and active lengths. Like Jana she has a very curvy hourglass figure and wears a good bit of makeup. Spike, high, healed, pumps are her normal attire making her around six feet five inches tall and very intimidating as an authority figure. My Dad is her second husband and they are as tight as the paper on the wall. She demands respect from everyone. I do love her. She calls me her "Sweet Baby Boy" but I haven't heard her call me that for long time and my guess is I have out grown such a name.

Mother sarcastically: "Well I see you and I are in for our usual evening of getting a spanking. Your attire is atrocious! Do you think you could dress a bit sloppier tomorrow? We have guests coming and I certainly want them to see you at your best. Jana needs to practice her cosmetology skills and you were elected as the prime subject for her semester project. You will allow her to make you up everyday for as long as she says she needs to. Remember you are grounded for the summer and any lack of cooperation will only increase your time." She winked at Jana. "I am certain that you do not want to return to school, in September, wearing a girdle, nylon stockings, pink sneakers, a bra and with your hair freshly permed."

Jana: "You may get a bottle of water and come take your special vitamins." She handed me about eight different pills that I swallowed without question because when I asked all I got was a mumbled answer about hair, complexion, nails, and my figure. Mom had been feeding these to me for around four months now. There were three large pink and purple capsules that came from a plain white bottle that had Doc written on it in marking pen. One was a fairly big, purple, oval pill and the other two were gelatin with liquid in them.

I am in the Eighth Grade and it has been an awkward and tumultuous year because of Miss Julia. Miss Julia is a Math teacher at our junior high and an absolute disciplinarian. She tolerates absolutely nothing, keeps her black hair cut below her ears and wears black frame glasses. At 30 years old, she wears bright red lipstick and matching nail polish and keeps her nails perfectly manicured. She wears the typical spike, high, heal pumps, and knee length tight skirts. I have never seen her barefoot so my guess is she is about Jana' height. Her figure is also very curvy and most of the boys drool over her.

Also Jana has been at her best twisting the truth to her best advantage and keeping me in deep crap with Mom. She is 12 inches taller, without shoes, and very athletic which makes it easy for her to trap me against a wall or in a corner then French kiss me until she is ready to let me go leaving me frustrated and all hot and bothered! I really don't try very hard to fight back as I really sort of like it because she makes me feel like a man. It was just embarrassing when she did it in front of my friends or hers or both. One day during Christmas break she coerced me into dressing in one of her fancy corsets and nylons and took pictures. "Aw come on Brat Brother. It'll be just like the good ole days when I used you like a living Barbie doll before you entered Junior High and copped an attitude!" She used to doll me up all through elementary school and I missed those dress up games and wearing her pretty dresses that no longer fit her. Now she has been using the pictures to blackmail me into waiting on her hand and foot. The last few months she had been going out and coming home and then coming, in my room, and lovingly cuddling me all night. She kisses me on the back of my neck making it difficult to go back to sleep. She always informed Mom when I came home with the lip print on my cheek. She always seemed to be able to manufacture evidence to be used to blackmail me into doing whatever she wanted.

OK, so lets set the "Way back machine" for that day, when Jeff, Don, and I got caught smoking in the boys room after Gym class. It is May, Friday afternoon, just after Mothers day, about three weeks before school ends for summer. We had the window open with our arm holding the cig out and no one expected Miss Julia to come into the boys can of all places! But suddenly there she was and we were caught red handed! She had her paddle in her right hand and grabbed me by the ear and yanked straight up with a vengeance causing me to rise up on my tip toes! While I squirmed to relieve the tension on my ear, she pointed to the door with her paddle and we all marched out in the hall were we were told to follow her and she took us to her classroom.

In her room was one of those folding screen things that women stand behind to dress and behind it was a chair. She still had my ear and dragged me to the screen first. She sat in the chair and pointed to my belt to indicate I should drop my pants. She tried to pull me across her lap and I resisted so she grabbed my left ear again and pulled me down. I swear I saw her smiling as my peter came to rest between her thighs. She held me across the back with her left hand and I felt the first of the hardest strokes ever which made me pump and twitch. She gently massaged my cheeks, with the paddle, after each whack and continuing until I was bawling like a baby. My pumping twitch forced me to climax in my jockey shorts! I was bawling as she kissed my cheek leaving the all to familiar lip print. I was told to wait until she was done with the others. Both of them were crying like a new born when she finished!

Miss Julia giggling: "You are all going spend every afternoon with me until school closes including the last day!"

We all moaned through our tears because the last day was our school picnic.

Miss Julia: "Well we could all walk to the office and get suspended instead. Then you'll have to go to Summer School!" She said this in a very sweet voice with raised eyebrows.

We agreed that was not in our best interest.

Miss Julia smiling: "Well I am so glad we have reached an agreement. I will see you all at 2:45PM. Do not be late!" She then gave us all a late pass.

At the last bell we reported to her and were given chores helping clean up the room. She then told us we had to write an essay on the adverse effects of smoking. This was to be due the last Monday of the school year and was to be at least ten pages with foot notes and proper penmanship or else. We also had to put it in a cover like any other manuscript.

Miss Julia sternly: "No excuses! Failure to complete this assignment and I will make certain the demise of your summer activities! Ta ta." She lined us up at the door and gave each of us a final whack on the way out!

We were all quiet until we crossed the street and were off of school grounds.

Don: "Man! Like can she do that?"

Jeff: "She knows our parents you dope! Of course she could."

Darren: "You know she is going to like paddle our butt every day as we leave. I think she really gets her kicks out of it. I swear she was smiling when she paddled me!"

Jeff lights up and passes it to Don who takes a drag and hands it to me. As all boys that age we walked home dreaming of getting Miss Julia into trouble and what we were going to tell her Monday and making up excuses and lies to tell at home.

When I got home the crap hit the fan! Miss Julia had already talked to Mother and she was in an absolute rage. Now Mother at six feet five or six inches in heels was an intimidating Amazon and when mad was downright scary! As I walked thru the front door I was met with a "slap-fest" that lasted at least for a minute before hammering me to the floor and losing control of my bladder I wet my pants!. I swear all I could see was flying hands and stars no matter which direction I looked! For the second time today, I was bawling like a young child.

Alexis: "I smell cigarette smoke! You have been smoking again! You are now grounded from absolutely everything for the entire summer!"

I was then pulled up by the ear again and dragged down the hall and into the kitchen screaming. She has enormous leverage because our height difference.

Alexis picking up her riding crop yells: "PUT YOUR HANDS OUT PALMS UP!" I resisted and she cracked me on the ear. "NOW MR.!"

I was holding my left ear and tried to comply with my right and she cracked the palm of my right hand and I put them behind me. She cracked my shoulder and I cringed and put them out again. Two more cracks on both and I drew them back again.

Alexis yelling: "THOSE NASTY HANDS NEED TO BE TAUGHT TO STAY OUT OF TROUBLE. PUT THEM BACK!"

Darren whaling and pleading: "PLEASE MOM, NO MORE, I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

Alexis yelling: "PUT THEM BACK NOW!"

I did and got cracked on both palms one more time.

Alexis calming down: "You are not to even speak to those two hoodlum buddies ever again! You are going to start helping around here instead of hanging out. You may rest for a few minutes and then start by vacuuming the downstairs." As always she held her crop out for me to kiss then pulled up her skirt bending at the waist then pointed to a tattoo of a violet butterfly. As I kissed her butt cheek she made a satisfied moan and then after turned and kissed me.

I walked back to the front door and picked up my school stuff and went upstairs to my room still crying. As I passed Jana' room, she called me. I entered and she gave me this pushed out lip sad face.

Jana: "Poor little Brat Brother. Did Mother whip his puny little butt again?" I refrained from taking my frustrations out on her physically after all she was a female even if she looked like an Amazon. "Well now you are going to be my slave for a while! We are going to have so much fun turning you into a regular house maid." Then, believe it or not she kissed me. "I promise not to be to hard on you." Then she laughed out loud and I knew my life was not going to be fun this summer.

I went on down the hall and threw myself across my bed and cried for a long while falling asleep. I had this nightmare about Miss Julia and Jana running every aspect of my life and all they did was scold and punish me. I awoke with a heart thumping jolt as Miss Julia was about to paddle me with this giant paddle. It took several minutes for me to regain and remembered Mother ordered me to vacuum the down stairs. I washed my face, changed my jeans and shorts and went down stairs to get started. Mom heard me and called my name from her office.

Darren: "Coming Mom." I walked into her office.

Alexis soothingly takes my hands: "How was your nap dear? I let you sleep because I know today has been a very emotional escapade."

Darren: "OK, I guess."

Alexis: "I assume that now we ready to start vacuuming? Please save my office for last and do not forget to use the dusting attachment. Move the furniture please!" She pulled me close and kissed me.

Darren: "Yes Mom." She then gently patted my back and returned to her work.

I stepped into the kitchen for a cold drink and went straight to work. The entire down stairs took about two hours when done the way she specified. I really did not want to make her mad all over again so I did the best and most thorough job I knew how finishing around 7:15 just as Jana was Calling for supper. I put up the machine and washed in the downstairs bath. When I walked into the kitchen they were waiting patiently.

I sat in my chair and Mom said grace as always. We went about passing food and all the normal meal pleasantries. Then Jana broke the silence by telling about her term project which involved doing a real make-over on someone.

Jana: "This includes; spa, waxing, hair, acrylic nails, makeup and clothing. What I need is someone who would be a challenge to transform into a gorgeous picture of femininity. But who would volunteer?"

Alexis: "Dear I am certain that someone will come up that needs your expertise."

Jana: "I need a face..." Her voice trailed off as she gave me a stare that sent chills down my back!

Darren: "What?" Alexis catches on and stares also. "Not! Oh no you don't! I ain't wearin' no makeup!"

Alexis pleads: "But you will be helping your Sister obtain her goal. How many times has she helped you?"

Now that question was a killer because she was always helping me with school.

Darren: "But I'm a boy and my living Barbie Doll days are over!"

Jana: "And you will make the before and after photos that much more dramatic! Please Brat Brother, pretty please?"

Alexis: "Hmm...... Maybe if he had to be a girl for a while we could teach him manners!"

Darren stands: "Will not wear makeup, dress like a girl, and or act like one. Absolutely not!" He yells. "I GAVE THAT SHIT UP AFTER SIXTH GRADE AND I REFUSE TO RETURN. I AIN'T GOIN' THERE, not now or ever!!"

Jana: "Why? You do any how."

Darren yells: "I DO NOT!"

Jana taunts soft and confidently: "You most certainly do and I have proof!"

Alexis surprised: "Really? What is it?"

Jana: "Come and I will show you!"

We all walked upstairs to my room and Jana lifted my mattress and I damn near died. She had planted an assortment of nylon stockings, a garter belt, some red panties, several girlie magazines, and some lipsticks. She even showed her the picture of me dressed in her corset and nylons.

Jana as a matter of factly: "Mother he begged me to doll him up and said he missed the fun we had when he was my baby doll. I have been trying to figure out were my under wear was disappearing to."

Mom gave me a very unbelieving stare then she and Jana laughed out loud. I just froze where I was standing. Jana also revealed the stains on my sheets. Mom grabbed my ear again and dragged me back downstairs to the table. Jana followed laughing all the way.

Darren pleadingly: "Mom you surely can't believe this lie. I demand that you hear my side of this!"

Alexis sternly: "Sit down young man! You are already on very thin ice. You are in no position to demand anything. Further more if I say you will, you will or else. Is that crystal clear? There is no justice around here. Mother rules! I am Mother and I make the rules. Got it straight?"

I realized that there was a conspiracy brewing.

Darren sits back down: "Yea I guess. But she planted that stuff!"

Alexis: "Yea you guess?"

Darren: "You heard me."

Alexis: "Try yes ma'am!"

Darren perturbed: "Yes ma'am!" Then he salutes.

Alexis: "Darren that will be enough. Now tell your Sister that you will be honored to help with her project and you are sorry for absconding with her under things. Now mister! Or should I say miss?"

Darren: "But Mom..."

Alexis cracks my left hand with her crop: "No ifs, ands, or buts." Jana is grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Darren sullen face shaking his left hand: "OK. I will help."

Alexis sternly: "Say you are sorry!"

Darren blurts out: "OK! So I am like so really sorry! Are you happy now?"

Alexis attacks with her crop: "Get on your knees and say it like you mean it if you want to survive tonight!" I didn't think she was ever going to stop. I had been down this road and knew the routine that was expected.

Darren crying and snubbing kneels at Jana' feet: "Sweet Sister please allow me to apologize. I am sorry for steeling your things and promise to never do it again." I knew I was then required to bend at the waist and kiss her feet until told to stop. Total submission to her was absolutely humiliating!

Jana: "You are forgiven Brat Brother. I do hope you enjoyed wearing my clothes. If you had asked I would have given you some and even helped you dress up like I used to dress you while in grade school. I have to practice every day. So from now on we will start when you get home. On weekends we will start upon waking. You may sit now."

Alexis smirking: "You were so sweet in those days helping Jana and I with house cleaning and other chores. Our gallant Baby Boy has turned into a heartless, loud mouthed, lazy juvenile delinquent. I miss my Baby Boy so very much!"

While the two of them made their plans, I was planning my big escape as I whimpered. I could clean out my little stash upstairs and Mom' cashbox in her desk. Put clothes in my backpack and set out for Aunty-Jean'. She lived in a near by town. I figured I could trust her. Jean was Dad' sister and was about ten years older than he. She had waist length, golden, blonde hair, and was very pretty and super sexy.

OK so let's cut to the chase. I snuck out around two AM and spent three days following the high way walking, in the woods, before getting to Aunty-Jean' on Monday night. I told her all about Miss Julia and Jana and she seemed to understand. Later that night she came into my room with a cup of tea and sandwich saying we would talk more in the morning. She kissed me goodnight and I fell into a deep restful sleep after eating.

Aunt Jean is a very dominating female force just like Mom! I should have known better than to run to her as she and Mom mutually consider themselves as real sisters. At five feet eleven inches bare footed she is another beautiful Amazon in my little universe. Her waist, length, golden, blonde hair is always impeccably styled and her hourglass figure along with her ultra feminine deportment expose her for the girlie girl she is. I am her only blood offspring and she spoils me and Jana all the time. Aunty is a professional seamstress and makes all kinds corsets, dresses, evening gowns and who knows what else. Her house sits way off in the back of her property and her "Precious Females Only Boutique" is the on the street edge of her property. She has expanded several times and the building itself is as large as a fairly large store in a strip mall. If a lady wears it or uses it as an accessory trust me, Aunt Jean has it or can custom make one that will be ten times better. There are six extremely pretty, ultra feminine, super refined ladies that work there of various ages. The only male that has ever worked for her is me and I am sort of boastful about it. OK, I down right brag about it,..... a lot! Happy now? They are always telling Aunty how special I am and way to pretty to be a boy. I have even been told I should stop trying to be a tomboy and start acting more like a pretty young lady.

Veronica, One of the sweetest women on planet Earth, was, in the shop, one summer day two years ago was applying for a job. "The very pretty, young lady, Darren?, should be modeling your teen girl party dresses." were her exact words. She was embarrassed almost to tears when Aunty told her I was her favorite Nephew but not to worry. "That mistake has been made about ten times a day this summer. Can you start tomorrow?" She thanked my Aunt and hugged me on her way out saying she was terribly sorry. I just shrugged my shoulders since she meant well and was so very pretty and nice telling her to forget it. Besides I sort of like Aunty' friends fussing over me! I am glad she hired you! See you tomorrow." She hugged me again and kissed my forehead.

Aunt Jean all smiles: "Baby Boy I think you have shown great understanding letting Veronica so gently off the hook! You have racked up many extra brownie points this Summer and I am going to do something so special before you go back to school that your friends will be green with envy over it!"

The surprise was a birthday party at JO JO' Fun Park. One of Aunty' dearest friends' owned the amusement park and operate one of the largest beauty salons for miles. It seems when Aunty inquired how much it would cost for fifteen to twenty screaming Seventh Graders to spend three hours at the park Mary Jo told her she would close the park at two PM and we could stay until five or so to repay Aunty for the many special consultations and extra hours thrown in. "Consider it my present to a great kid!" Nineteen of my friends including my three favorite girl friends and my three favorite women got to go! It was way cool! Aunty and some of her employees including Ms Veronica, Mom and Jana set up a table and we had cake and ice-cream first then proceeded to beat each others brains out on the bumper cars. I even got to frustrate Jana to death chasing her round and bumping her from behind. Then we had a continuous go-cart race that never really had a winner. Julie grabbed me and dragged me into the tunnel of love. She sort of reminds of Violet Incredible, long, silky, black, hair, huge, brown eyes, quiet, very shy and such a feminine girlie girl. We kissed several times and were tongue tangled when we came out the exit. Mom, Jana and many of my buds still rag me about it. We have remained pen pals ever since she moved away during Seventh Grade. Hmm..... Maybe that was the real root of my dilemma.

Back to the present

When I woke up I was still groggy and noticed my left arm was Kathy cuffed to the brass head post! The chain between the cuffs was two to three feet long allowing me to stand. I had to take a really wicked piss and hollered for Aunt Jean. She came and brought a urinal and held it for me and I noticed it was two PM. on my watch. Aunty was dressed as she typically dressed. Today she sported a red, satin, short sleeve blouse that was fitted to her. The blouse was neatly tucked into a black, semi shiny, nylon skirt with a red, rose, embroidered pattern. It fit her skin tight from the waist to just below the hips and came to about two inches above her knees. Black, patent leather, spike, high heeled pumps adorned her feet.

Darren embarrassed yells: "I can't piss in front of you!"

Aunt Jean softly smiling: "Baby Boy, I have changed your diapers and played dress up with you and your sister until you entered Junior High. There is not an inch of you I have never seen. Now get busy." It was all I could do to relax enough to go. How degrading!

Aunt Jean very sweet but firmly: "Alexis and I have had a long talk. You are acting just like your Father did when he was your age! Mother and I finally made him wear a dress for a while and were able to finally get some respect and control. It won't hurt you in the least! I am taking you home and you are going to let me dress you for the trip. You are my only Nephew Darren, and I refuse to too loose your sweet personality, or end up in prison, or, HEAVEN FORBID, pushing up daisies on a grassy hillside! You my dear Nephew, are now my prisoner and will do exactly as I say making this easy on both of us, or I shall give you such an attitude adjustment you will beg for mercy and promise anything to stop the torture! FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!!"

She fed me, toast and coffee, on the bed, as she read the riot act to me. She removed my watch as she spoke her last words. A pair of Kathy cuffs, with a link or two between, was cuffed to my hands behind my back and then the long ones were removed from me. A chain dog leash was attached to a link between the cuffs, and I was lead into the common bathroom for this floor where I was forced to sit in a Lilac bubble bath!

Aunt Jean very sternly: "I am going let your right arm loose. Please do not make matters worse by trying to escape. I love you, but I swear I will stop at nothing to achieve my goal for you!"

Next Aunt Jean shaved me as slick as a baby all over. My face to my toenails was silky smooth. Yea, that place too! I tried to complain and got my butt set a blaze with her hair brush! Then she shampooed and conditioned my hair, all the while I was blubbering, making it smell like a botanical garden. When she opened the drain, I was commanded to get out and she sprayed me with bath oil that smelled like an Easter Lilly.

While I was sitting, on the closed toilet, letting the oil soak in she filed my nails round and painted them bright cherry red. The aromatic odor of nail polish has a girlie girl signature impregnated into it, which to a male's nose, distinctly says "No Man's Land. Females Only!" My nose became stiff and the nostrils flared as this feminine aroma invaded my senses. In the past, when I had been around Mother or Jana painting their nails, it had only registered a female presence. However all of my senses were on full alert! I could feel the coolness of the paint as it was applied to my nails alerting the sense of touch! I watched as my nails were turned red one at a time telling my brain that I had entered the land of the forbidden! Aunty kept gently telling me to calm down because I was shaking from the adrenaline rush. Amongst all of this I was horrified to find myself being turned on and getting an erection like I had never had!

My whining got me a swift slap on the side of my left thigh. Then she did my toes. I was laced into this very frilly, white, satin, Victorian corset with pink roses embroidered on it. Then the cups were filled with sponge falsies. This corset was so tight it made my eyes bug out and breathing very tough. I was told to take shallow breaths, yea right! Next she put beige, ultra sheer, nylon stockings on my legs, commanded me to stand and attached the garters to them pulling them taught. A pair of very tight, satin spandex, low waist panties with what she referred to as boy legs were pulled up my legs sending an arousing chill up my back and restricting my stiffness against me! Aunty Jean passed some comment about "enjoying my torture" embarrassing me to death! Black, patent leather, spiked pumps with ankle straps were put on my feet and tiny padlocks put through the eyelet. Well there certainly wasn't going to be an easy way to remove these puppies! These were higher than any I had worn, during dress up games, forcing me stand on my very tip toes. Standing near the sink she brushed and dried my hair.

Aunt Jean: "Now I hope you remember wearing heels from Sixth Grade. Point your toes and touch them to the floor first. Short strides are the key to making this work." She removed the Kathy cuffs. "I do not believe we will need these for a while. Now walk girl!" At first I had trouble learning not to over step. "When you straighten your leg, extend your ankle as far as it will go." It was tortuous trying to keep my legs together, my toes pointed straight ahead while the stockings rubbing together drove my hormones to the brink of a spontaneous climax and kept me there. "Atta girl. I think you are getting the hang of it. Arch your back, shoulders up slightly and back, elbows pulled in and held at a right angle. Left hand limp and snap your right fingers only hold in the ending position." She positioned me just like she had said to do. "Walk Sweetheart." Her voice became soft and loving enticing me to do better. She taught me to turn by turning on one foot then practice turning both ways. We moved out into the hall and an hour later my left leg cramped and I was allowed a fifteen minute brake sitting on her bed. Her satin sheets provided extra excitement as my nylons brushed against them. She loving massaged the cramp from my calf then lovingly gentle led me back out into the hall. Finding it very easy after my rest to make five trips while she smiled scrutinizing my every movement and never corrected me once!

Aunt Jean: "Baby Boy, I believe you are truly the wrong sex. Keep practicing, I'll be right back." She returned with a full slip, had me raise my arms and pulled it over my body creating more shivers and goose bumps. It fit snugly from the ribbon straps to about twelve inches below my waist and more loosely to just above my knees. "Sweetheart this slip will restrict your leg movement, so go cautiously." I found that now my walking would be mostly from the knees down. After making about ten more trips, up the hall, my walking lessons were over for today. "That's enough for now Sweetheart. You are doing really well girl!"

I was lovingly led to her bedroom then sat in front of her vanity. She instructed me put my legs together, sit and swivel to turn. I flinched several times as she "straightened up" my eyebrows. She applied a special hair remover to my lower face and neck waiting for a few minutes to let it work its magic.

Aunt Jean slyly smiles from the left corner of her gorgeous mouth: "Are we feeling sexy and having fun yet?" I just sat and stared at her. "Mm.. Kitty got your tongue Sweetheart? I just love having a real live Barbie Doll!"

Darren swallows hard: "Is that all I am to you women?"

Aunt Jean lovingly: "Why heavens no child! However if making you act and dress as a girlie girl keeps you from hanging out with street hoodlums and adjusts your attitude back into that lovely boy that loves me so much, then that is exactly were you are headed. Extremely bad behavior seems to cry out for extremely desperate measures." She went to the bathroom and returned with a wet hand towel and a dry bath towel. Removing the hair remover from my face, she then patted my face dry and continued our little talk as she made me pretty. "When I am finished, in August, you will be so pretty and feminine."

Darren laughs out loud: "You women can't turn me into a girl! There's no way Josie!"

Aunt Jean took a turn to blurt out laughing then slipped her hand under my right falsie and rolled the nipple gently firm for about ten seconds taking me over the edge and wetting my panties.

Aunt Jean Lovingly gentle: "You have certainly taken to those extremely high heels in a very short time and the reaction to my touching your nipple was a feminine one for sure!"

Darren: "That's because I remember how to walk in regular high heels."

Aunt Jean giggles: "Honey your walk is so girlie no one, and I mean no one, will ever think you are a boy. Tell me Sweetheart, do the under things make you feel nice and or sexy?"

Darren stutters: "I suppose if I don't tell you the truth you'll drag it from me eventually."

Aunt Jean: "Resistance will only make your life harder and add time to your sentence."

Darren sighs: "You saw what happened when you caressed my nipple, so what do think? What kind of stockings are these anyway? My legs feel like satin on satin when they brush each other. My heart feels like a static charge has passed through it making me shiver."

Aunt Jean: "And the corset?"

Darren shivers for a second: "It makes me feel like I am being constantly hugged and the satin panels make me feel like my legs. Before you ask, these heels are so smooth, on the inside and fit perfectly making them so comfy on my feet, that walking in them is easy when compared to Jana' pumps with less heal and are loose."

Aunt Jean with her eyes wide open and a foolish grin: "Am I to assume that you like what you are wearing?"

I reluctantly nodded yes and she hugged me. Next were my eyes as she curled my lashes, put mascara on them, and a touch of light pink eye shadow. She used the same shade of pink to highlight my cheeks. Lipstick was all my face needed. After applying a coat she held a tissue for me to blot. I was told to lick my lips and press them together and a final coat was applied. As Aunty misted my hair with water from a spray bottle and dried and fussed with my hair she continued.

Aunt Jean: "I must go to the shop to morrow and pick up a few things you are going to have to have. Now let's introduce you to my beautiful Niece!"

I was stood in front of her full length mirror and she forced me to stare at myself. The girlie image staring back at me turned me on! The smell and taste of lipstick reinforced my girlish feelings. She stood behind me and started touching the back of my legs and butt. The smooth nylons made her long nails glide making me shiver. She caressed my neck and kissed my right ear very gently touching it with her tongue! I felt her left hand press gently on my belly as she squeezed us together and while her right held my jaw forcing me to see her creation!

Aunt Jean very slowly stroking whispers in my ear: "Isn't she pretty? Does she turn you on? Tell me you love her. Say it! Say I love the girl in the mirror." as she held me caressing my ear with the most gentle of kisses.

Darren heart pounding: "Well, um, Oooo, um, ok, yes. I mean she is very pretty."

Aunt Jean still whispering: "And....." When she whispered in my ear I could feel her sweet, warm breath and it was stirring every muscle I had.

Darren: "Mmmmmm. Ok! I love her!" I would have said anything for her. I had never been that hot and bothered in my life.

Aunt Jean kissing my ear whispers: "Say I love the corset and silky stockings." I hesitate and she playfully, gently bites my earlobe. "Come on doll. Say it for Aunty, please?" She continued to caress my ear and neck just under it. Her right hand touched the inside of my thigh on the stocking making my organ pulse. She used every female trick and wiles to fuel my desires.

Darren : "Um, ok, I ah, love th.. the c corset et, and um, ah s s stockings s s. Aunty Jean please stop!"

Aunt Jean whispers in my ear: "What's your hurry lover? You must first make a very special promise. OK?" She nibbles my ear.

Darren begs: "Oh yes Aunty Jean. I promise I will do anything you want! I love you to much make you unhappy any more!"

Aunt Jean: "Can you keep such a promise? Will you really do what ever I wish?"

Darren: "Y y y yes s s! Please Aunty!" I was shaking all over from her constantly caressing me so gently. I had been so hard for so long I was in extreme pain up into my belly button.

Aunt Jean: "Say you will allow Jana to dress me all summer."

Darren breathing heavily: "Oh! OK, Jana can dress me pretty all summer! Please Aunty! I'll be a perfect young lady, OK?"

Aunt Jean: "Say you will do your best to become as feminine as possible."

Darren gasping for breath and shaking: "I will do my best to become the best girl and do what ever! Please Aunty, let me go before I die!"

Aunt jean never stopped and slid her left hand under my right falsie rolling my nipple as before. As I climaxed I closed my eyes and filled my panties with goo for the second time.

Aunt Jean smiling as she pulled my panties off: "Sweetheart, hold your slip up please. What a girlie reaction to my touching your nipple!" She had me stand there as she took the dry towel from earlier and wiped me clean." I could see her giggling at me as she cleaned up then licked her fingers! I was then kissed several times afterwards and was given this very loving and caring stare.

Aunt Jean: "Now if you intend to keep your promise I will not put the Kathy cuffs back on. Say it."

Darren sadly sighs: "I intend to keep my promise." She gives me a sideways corner of the eye, all knowing, motherly grin. "What do you want from me?"

Aunt Jean: "Your undying commitment to keeping your promise."

Darren: "So what do I have to do to make you believe me?"

She laughed and started to dress me after getting another pair of panties just like those. She pulled the slip off and replaced it with a layered petticoat that came to about two inches above my knees. The top was like a slip down to just bellow my very obvious waist while the bottom was three layers of stiff see through, nylon and had satin ribbon bands every two inches starting at the waist. The dress was black lace over blue satin and when Aunty slipped it over my upward stretched arms then allowed its weight to gracefully settle in place on my shoulders I knew I was in trouble! She hooked two bottom hooks cinching the waist together making things fit better, however when that zipper was slowly pulled up the blouse portion slowly closed in around me making it fit like a glove! An electrical pulse lasted all through the process making me quiver all over and taking my breath momentarily. A hook it at the top and I knew there was no removing this puppy without someone' assistance. The top had a square cut neck and was wide enough to allow the short puff sleeves to be worn off the shoulder for a sexier look! The black lace on the sleeves continued to three quarter length.

Aunt Jean giggles as she tugs things in place: "You look stunning Sweetheart! What made you shiver so Dear? I can turn the temp up on the AC if you are cold."

Darren breathing is still short: "No, I am not cold. When you zipped me up, I got very excited as the dress tightened around me. It was like the nylons brushing together only twenty times more intense! I loved that feeling! Do all women react like that to putting on and wearing pretty clothes?"

Aunt Jean snickers then softly leading me on: "What a pleasant surprise! My Nephew reacts like a young lady to wearing a pretty dress! To answer you truthfully I must let you in on a girl thing, therefore it stays between us girls." I nodded yes. She sighs. "Anything made from nylon, rayon, silk, or anything slippery like ultra, sheer nylon stockings, or corsets that make your figure all that it can be arouse any real women to a point of distraction. They give a lady confidence knowing that if she feels that sexy, truly she is and looks that sexy. With every step she takes she is reminded that she looks pretty and sexy and is distracting every one else. Females crave compliments because they know that person has noticed. Look in the mirror Sweetheart."

What I saw was the most incredible looking girl I have ever seen in my entire life! All I could do was stare at her.

Aunt Jean: "Well now, don't we look the part? Come Sweetheart." She took my hand taught me about stairs. "What ever you do, move slowly and be certain your foot is solid on the next step." We made it down the stairs to clean up the kitchen. "Get an apron from the pantry dear. We must straighten up some before dinner."

There were two aprons and both were ruffled pinafores with blue, flower patterns. I took one to Aunty and I tried to put the other on me but could not get it tied. She smiled and helped me kissing me on the lips. She told me to dry as she washed after handing me a dish towel. We swept and mopped the floor then took out the trash and wiped everything clean. She taught me to sweep my dress with my hands as we sat down at the table and made me practice several times. When we finished it was 6:50 PM and we were sipping tea at the kitchen table. I took a sip of tea and noticed my lipstick on the cup which made me feel strangely feminine.

Darren dead seriously: "Aunty I have got to go to can! How do I do that in these clothes?"

Aunt Jean: "First make sure the seat is down, then reach up under the petticoat and pull down your panties. You must hike the petticoat and dress up then sit gracefully spreading your legs this time."

I used the downstairs bathroom and managed with everything until I realized my gadget had to be pushed down between my legs. Pulling the dress up with my left hand I was able to use my right to push him down between my legs. I drained and also took a dump and was very relieved. Now was the laborious task of wiping my butt. After pulling up and straightening out I flushed then returned to the kitchen.

Aunt Jean sympathetically: "You poor dear, I should have taken time to explain that when we were up stairs. Did you wet yourself and did you wipe?"

Darren very embarrassed: "No, I did not wet and yes I got wiped but it was engineering feat."

Aunt jean cracked up: "I am so sorry Sweetheart. I really don't mean to laugh it's just that males of all ages never really consider how much it takes to be a lady and the way you expressed it was precious!"

Darren sighs: "I will never ever forget to put the seat back down or complain about how long girls take to do things."

Aunt Jean: "Well, we must be learning. What should we do about dinner?" She looked in the freezer and curled her upper lip in disgust and push it closed with one finger. "Uh, I don't think so! I've got it! Let's go to Mickey' Cafeteria."

Darren frozen stiff from shock and an adrenalin rush: "Aunty I can't go out like this! Everyone will see a boy wearing a dress!"

Aunt Jean giggles: "What did you see in the mirror upstairs, a boy? I think not. Tell me child what did you see?"

Darren softly: "A very pretty, young lady, I guess."

Aunt Jean: "While we are out, if you have any doubts about what they see, just remember how you looked in the mirror! Listen to Aunty Sweetheart, you are a heart breaker! When we dolled Kenny up the best result was a boy in a dress. You are small framed, with pretty hands and facial features girls your age would die to have. Wait here I will return."

I heard her as she climbed the stairs and many escape plans ran through my head. They all had a common failure being my clothes. I could cut the shoes off but the dress and corset fit so tight that a sharp knife might actually cut into me. How do I get nail polish remover since she has all my money? My head pounded from adrenalin as plan after plan all came down to getting out of these clothes. I looked at my perfectly painted nails and remember thinking how pretty they looked. The feelings from the clothes were pretty nice too and made me feel sexy just as Aunty said! Suddenly a new fear grabbed me like Miss. Julia, I liked the feel of these clothes and how they made me feel about me and knew I could easily become addicted to dressing like this! Then there were footsteps on the stairs, "Darren you must find a way out of this!" however it was to late as Aunty returned to the kitchen. Damn, trapped like a dirty rat!

Aunt Jean hands me a blue satin clutch: "Darren Sweetheart, this purse matches that dress. I put the lipstick you are wearing in it, a pump spray perfume, tissues and a compact with a mirror. Freshen your lipstick and put a spray of perfume behind each ear and each knee and on you chest while I lock the doors."

I opened the lipstick then the compact and filled my lips back trying my best to look right. Licking my lips and pressing them together then awaited inspection while taking the perfume and applying it as I was told. One thing was for sure, if I was going out I needed all the help I could get and making my lipstick perfect was one thing she and Jana had taught me in Sixth Grade.

Aunt Jean inspecting: "Pretty good Sweetheart! You haven't forgotten how!" She fussed with my dress as I stood. "Now then, if you are pretty and act like a proper young lady, most people subconsciously over look tiny boyish mistakes because young ladies your age are often awkward. Hold everything as though it were a delicate wine glass and take small bites. Try to copy your sister. Don't forget to allow boys and men to be gentlemen by opening doors and pulling out your chair. You look so scrumptious! Oh my, we need a girl's name for you! Let's see…."

Darren cautiously: "I have always liked Darla."

Aunt Jean smiles knowingly: "Why what a perfect name! Do you know what it means?"

Darren quietly: "It means charming."

Aunt Jean singing: "Well Darla it is then!"

Aunt Jean had left her Firebird parked in the side drive where the kitchen door was and that is how we exited. Aunty opened my door so I could practice getting in and out of the car gracefully. I smoothed my dress and gently sat on the seat then swung both legs together into the car. The procedure for getting out was reversed and after five times she closed my door and she got in.

Aunt Jean was smiling as we headed down the drive: "Let's we girls go to that nice place where all my girlfriends go! Let's see if we can pull the wool over their eyes. Just concentrate on being polite, sweet and as feminine as you know how. Before you do anything, like pickup a fork or sip tea, think about how you want others to picture the pretty girl, in the mirror, doing it. Before you ask, yes, all young ladies you age have to think about everything they do."

Darren sighs: "Do I have a choice?"

Aunt Jean giggles: "You could just act stupid and give yourself away! If you do I will strangle you in front of God and everyone there!"

Darren: "Aunty did I really act terrible last Summer?"

Aunt Jean: "Girls go through a stage where they think they are ugly, they are trying to learn to be feminine, boys become all they think about as Mother Nature beckons her to womanhood, and they are so awkward that they believe they are going to fail and be rejected by everyone. Boys reach an age were wild activities and girls take up their thoughts. Your Father has not been able to guide you through these perilous months since you started Seventh Grade because his career requires dedication and commitment to project completion. You will do well in life to follow his example. To answer you directly, yes you were a pain last Summer. You were obnoxious, ill mannered, insensitive, chest beating little boy in your attempts to become manly. Veronica and Lacy could not believe how you changed. However dressed in feminine clothes and concentrating on your manners will give you some insights of how to change for the better. Ah here we are! Do your Aunty proud Sweetheart! One last thing, we will go to the John together so quietly tell me if you need to go."

Aunty stopped under the canopy and men in black dinner suites opened our doors. The guy on my side held his hand out and delicately helped me from the car. He hooked my arm through his and led me up the walk to the door. I heard Aunty giggling and say "That is so sweet! I will be certain that she knows. It will make her happy you think so."

My escort stopped at the door, bowed and kissed my hand. Aunty' escort did the same and told us to enjoy ourselves as he held the door open for us.

Aunt Jean pulls me close and whispers in my ear: "My escort said you were without a doubt the most gorgeous young lady he has seen in several months. He said I must be a very proud Aunt."

OK, so for the way I was dressed I was really glad that he thought so, however I really didn't want to know that! A pretty lady in a tux and a knee length, tight, black skirt, a pink tux shirt and a black, ribbon bow tie asked Aunty how many and she mouthed two.

Mater Dee: "Your favorite table is being cleared, would you prefer it?"

Aunty: "How sweet of you to remember Dolly! Yes I would love it."

The table was out in the open but near a corner and I chose a place and started to pull my chair and Aunty gave me a stern look and a quick little no signal with her finger. A waiter came over and pulled my chair and after I smoothed my dress pushed it under me to sit. He did the same for Aunty.

James cheery: "Good evening madam Jean. Who might this divine, young lady be?"

Aunty: "James this gorgeous little peach is my Niece, Darla. This is her first time to be dolled up."

James: "Then it will be my honor to make her feel as special as she appears to be!" He bows toward me slightly. "Miss Darla your every little wish is my command. Your menu Madam. I shall return shortly." He snapped his fingers and we were brought water in long stem glasses. He bowed again and left.

Aunty and I were sitting next to each other at a round table set for six. The tablecloth was golden linen and there were matching napkins folded into triangles. The low buzz of folks and the clinking of fine china and glasses were most of the sounds. The light was dim and floating wicks in brandy snifters offered a soft glow and a pretty scent. I gazed around the room and saw no one I remembered thank goodness. Aunty broke my spell.

Aunt Jean softly: "Do you see how the other ladies hold their napkin in their left hand and fork in the right? That is one point of getting this right. Notice how they dab at their lips after every bite. Also notice how gently they hold their silverware. I think a small sirloin, baked potato and you choose the green vegetable."

I nodded my consent as I watched the other ladies eating. Several people seemed to be noticing me. Taking out my compact and checking myself I touch up lipstick just a tad.

Darla nervously whispers: "Aunty they all know! They are staring at me."

Aunt Jean puts her arm around me: "Remember the pretty girl in the mirror? That is what they see."

Penelope walks up to our table: "Jean Perkins you are just not playing fair at all! Who is this lovely creature and why have you been hiding her?" She smiled very pleasantly at me.

Aunt Jean cheery: "Penny! Wow you look so marvelous. Excuse my poor manners. This is my Niece Darla. This is her first time at a semi formal outing."

Darla putting a shaking hand forward: "I am very pleased to meet you Madam Penelope."

Penelope takes my hand like the guy did at the car and looks deep into my eyes: "Jean she is a heart breaker! She moves so elegantly it makes me green with envy. Miss Darla, you are a Mother' dream. I hope Jean will stop keeping you locked away somewhere. Jean darling, I have called several times this week and you were out of the shop. Now I have an excellent idea as to what you have been up to. Do you plan to be scarce the rest of the week as well?"

Aunt Jean giggles: "OK, I have been caught. I fess up to the entire incident. Will you forgive me?"

Penelope giggles: "Why what would I forgive? That you spent time with this adorable angel? I think not. There is nothing to forgive. I only wish one of my two daughters would let me make them into such a princess! Call me tomorrow if you can drag yourself away from her for an hour or so. We must design new uniforms for my salon to be ready before school starts.

Aunt Jean smiles: "Penny I have to be in the store tomorrow most of the day. Got time to chat over lunch?"

Penelope: "My treat and please, please bring this sweet girl with you. Isn't that one of your creations she is wearing?" Aunty nods yes. "Maybe it's none of my business but you should put her to modeling things in the store this summer! If more girls saw other girls dolled up they might try harder. Hmm.. Would you talk to my tomboys for me dear? Oops, I must catch Charles! Noonish then? Ta ta for now dears."

Aunt Jean after she leaves: "That is the lady that let us use her amusement park for your birthday that time. She has never met you. You owe her, so will you?"

Darla: "Will I what?"

Aunt Jean giggles: "Tell her girls how pretty and sexy those clothes make you feel?"

Darla: "I can't pull that off! Can I?"

Aunt Jean nods yes: "I believe you will. She is right about this summer also. Want to make some real bucks? First two weeks will be training 24/7 and all you get will be room, board and the things you wear. The entire summer you will live with me and be my Niece. You will wear my creations during shop hours. You must allow Jana to get the credit for your make over. You know she wants to come live me so she can get her skills seen by others don't you?"

Darla: "Jana wants to move in with you? Gee Aunty, would I get to dress in these same frilly frocks all summer?"

Aunt Jean taken by surprise: "Um yes, with a few exceptions, just whatever you would like to wear. Whatever you wear becomes yours so you can model it over and over for prospective clients. I will pay you seven dollars an hour and ten percent of your sales. I also know that your Father has turned you into a computer wiz and I need to computerize the store. He promised me two years ago to do it. After showing you what I would like to have it do, I will expect you to investigate and give me a detailed report of what you think it will take to make it workable. Then we will discuss it and decide as a team what to do."

Darla: "Gosh. Mom will never buy into that after what I have done. I can't blame her either."

Aunt Jean: "If I can talk your Mother into it would you do it?"

Darla hesitates for a long while: "Yes Aunty. I think I would give all I have to make Mom and Sis love me again."

Aunt Jean: "Settled! Pinky promise!" We locked pinkies and kissed each other. "I'll call Alex as soon as we get home and sell her on it."

James served our dinner and ice tea.

Darla: "Can you really talk her into it?" I noticed my lipstick on my tea glass after taking a sip and every mouthful brought my red nails right up to my face.

Aunt Jean smiles: "Forcing you to wear skirts this summer was my idea anyway."

Darla: "But this won't be much like a punishment."

Aunt Jean: "You are going to have to pass yourself off as a young lady to many very feminine ladies. It will not be an easy chore. Tonight was sort of a test to see if it worked. Eat your dinner dear and remember manners."

I got corrected several times during dinner, "Your slouching dear, napkin, smaller bites, don't gulp, dab your lips, say please. We pulled off going to the john and refreshing our lipstick. Many of the women in the ladies room told Aunty that I was such a pretty and well mannered young lady. We were escorted back to our car and just before David released my hand he bowed and kissed it handing me a slip of paper. His phone number was on the paper and I showed it grinning to Aunty.

Aunt Jean: "What is this?" Her expression changed to one of indignation and then she got this evil smile. "We are going back and make that young man explain himself."

Darla scared: "No Aunty! He meant well I think."

Aunt Jean: "We'll see about that." She drove past the entrance and stopped at the curb. "Wait here Sweetheart." I rolled down my window to see her motion to David quietly. "Young man what is the meaning of this!"

David scared and shaking: "Oh please Madam Jean, I could fired if you complain. My intentions are of the purest. I just would like to know a nice girl for a change. I am just too scared to tell her."

Aunt Jean: "Really?" He was looking down and she bent over to look into his eyes. "Come with me young man." They walked to my door. "You cannot tell her you like her with her sitting in the car." He opened my door and shakily lent me his hand as before. "Now she is looking at you." There was a deafening pause that lasted for an eternity. I straightened his tie and lapel and smiled as I gazed into his eyes. "David dear, you have my Niece' undivided attention. Has no one taught you that it is distasteful to keep a lady waiting? Now take a deep breath and tell her what you told me. She won't bite...., hard." Aunty giggled and gently patted his back.

David: "I ah, well um, aw shucks start again." He cleared his throat. "Ok David, focus! Miss Darla you are the very prettiest girl I have ever escorted." He takes a very deep breath and exhales. "I would like very much to get to know you better. Would I be asking too much to ask you to a movie?" By now Aunty is having fun watching him squirm.

Darla mysteriously: "Mother says I can't date until I turn fifteen in August. I shall have to ask her special permission first. I'm leaving Thursday and will return late in the first week of June. I won't be able to tell you until I return." I handed a slip of paper to him with Aunty' number on it. "If you don't call Aunty and find out when I'm coming back and call me I will be very hurt." I don't know why but I kissed his cheek. "My door please?" He put me back into the car and I could hear him talking to Aunty.

Aunt Jean: "I hope I have helped you."

David: "You sure are a very special lady. Thank you Ms. Perkins. I thought for sure you were going to kill me."

Aunt Jean: "I was going to but I found you were sincere. Don't screw that trust up."

David: "I promise I'll never give you any reason to dislike me."

Aunty kissed him and he opened her door also: "Stay sweet and do call dear. I am going to make certain my sister allows her to see more of you." She couldn't get away from there fast enough. She broke into a loud laugh. "My Darla has only been a girl for one day and has young men risking everything just to go with her to a movie! Then she kissed his cheek when he asked! Darla dear that was so precious! What made you kiss his cheek?"

Darla: "It just seemed like I couldn't or shouldn't leave him there. After all I am the one that got him all worked up in the first place and isn't that what a proper young lady should've done? If I am in for a penny I am in for a pound because I will have to be convincing!"

Aunt Jean uncontrollable giggling: "We are going to have an absolute blast Sweetheart."

Darla: "When did I become Sweetheart?"

Aunt Jean: when I laced you into that corset you never complained and then when the nylons made you quiver and you described the feeling of the effects of the dress I knew you were hooked! Do you mind being Aunty' little Sweetheart? In that dress it is very you!"

Darla: "Want the truth?" She nods and smiles. "OK, I am tired of being Darren. My life sucks. Because I am small I have to prove myself constantly by getting up in some jerk' face and calling his bluff or get humiliated by being called terrible names in front of all the girls. The girls won't talk to me, like I have some sort of disease and my only real buddies are the reason I stay in trouble. Now my Mother hates me and my sister wants to enslave me. Miss Julia stays on my case and Mom just follows her lead."

Aunt Jean: "Well, that sure sounds like a mess to me."

Darla starts to cry: "Even my Aunty has decided my problems are me and not everyone else. So I decided to take off and now look where I am. Sucks don't it?"

We pulled up at the kitchen door and went in. I put the tea kettle on and she went to call Mom. I could not hear Mom' side but Aunty assures me this version is pretty accurate.

Aunty: "Hi sugar. Watchya been up to?"

Alexis: "Oh same old same old. Sell, sell, sell. How goes it with our little problem? Is he busting your chops? I'll kill him!"

Aunty sweetly: "No he has actually been a living doll, literally." Mom and Jana listened while Aunty explained what was bothering me so terribly. Then she told them all the details of today including going to dinner and David asking for a date. I could hear Jana squeal through the phone. Next she out lined her job offer for the summer. "Well what do you think Sis?"

Alexis: "He really likes wearing the clothes? I hadn't thought that was possible or he capable. What about Jana' project?"

Aunty: "Oh she is responsible to teach her little sister everything she is supposed to. Darla agrees to help because he dearly loves Jana. Once school is over we'll work out a schedule."

Alexis: "It sounds like a good plan. What are we going to do if he decides he doesn't want to return to being a boy, because I know you! You'll pamper him until he is so addicted to wearing pretty clothes and so spoiled we won't be able to make her give them up."

Aunty: "So why would we want to try? Aren't you doing as Doc said?"

Alexis: "Sure we are. He has been on the pills for six months."

Aunty: "I have notice some physical changes, small but they are there. Can I bring Darla Thursday shortly after noon. We can talk better face to face."

Alexis: "We'll have lunch and a long sister session!"

Aunty: "Sis I love you. Here is our Sweetheart." She hands me the phone.

Darla: "Hi Mom, hi Jana."

Alexis: "Well you ran into more trouble then you expected huh?"

Darla: "Maybe I ran into an answer."

Alexis: "So you like what you're wearing?" She made me describe every item and how it felt. I told her about learning to walk in the three and a half inch heels. She interrogated me about every detail. "And you want to be a girl model for Aunty all summer?"

Darla sighs: "Yes I do. My life, as a boy, sucks and maybe this one will be better."

Alexis angrily: "So that is my fault?"

Darla: "No Mom, you are definitely not my problem or is Jana! I am just so small and the guys pick on me all the time!"

Alexis: "We'll talk about this when you come home Dear. I love you."

Darla: "I love you too. Please Mom please?"

Alexis: "I have to think first."

Darla desperately: "Please, please, pretty please with fudge?" There is a long silence. "Please Mom?!"

Alexis sighs with tight lips: "I have conditions! You will come home from school and directly change into your girl clothes."

Darla: "No problemo!"

Alexis: "You will wear a panty girdle, nylons, and training bra under your boy clothes to school."

Darla: "What about gym days?"

Alexis: "I'll have you excused from what ever dress out days are left. You will act like a young lady in every respect to include; house keeping, laundry and cooking. Plus you will have to do your regular chores all summer by coming home one day a week. It can be any day you choose and you don't have to come the same day every week. I will hire a pool service."

Darla: "Mom those conditions are easy! I agree to all."

Alexis: "You are expected to be a girl 24/7 all summer. No exceptions including mowing the lawn. You must never ever forget how much I love my Pretty Baby Boy."

Darla: "You want me to sign a contract or something?"

Alexis: "That is a great idea! You will sign it upon your return Thursday. I am still very mad at you but I am getting over it."

Jana: "Bye Brat Brother."

Darla: "I love you Sis. I love you Mom. Bye."

Aunty: "So did all that begging and pleading pay off?" My smile said it all. "It is late and we need our beauty rest. One more cup of tea and bed." We were sitting at the table sipping our tea. "I have better breast forms at the shop. Tomorrow I will fit you with some. Let me put a drop of this in your tea to help you rest."

Darla: "Do you know I have had fantasy dreams about being a girl? I have been assuming that everyone would think I was a weirdo or something. When Mom and Jana started in, on me, the other night, it scared me and I tried to cover up by acting like I thought a man would act and ran right into your arms and you're part of this conspiracy. So I decided to give it a chance and I really like what I am wearing including these ultra feminine heels!"

Aunty giggles: "Young ladies like your Mother and I get hooked on feeling girlie. What are you going to do if you get addicted to the clothes?"

Darla smiles confidently: "Follow my heart! It may be to late already. Can I wear this dress home Thursday? I love the way it all feels."

Aunty choking on her tea: "I made that one wondering what it would look like on you. It is your', the first of many! We have to go to the shop tomorrow and I want to give you some pretty things to get your wardrobe started. I want to send you home with under things and all. We are going to have a grand summer!"

Darla: "Now I know where Jana get that grand business from."

I didn't know if I was making a good decision by following my heart, but I did know wearing that first real dress made me feel better about Darren and I was looking forward to becoming Darla. Aunty took me to a different bedroom on the opposite end of the hall near her'. The walls were two tone pink, rose, pattern wallpaper and a matching scalloped boarder. Diagonally in one corner was a four, post, canopy, queen size bed with a red, satin comforter and pink, satin sheets. Of course the furniture was all white French provincial with gold trim. There was a night stand on either side with milk, cut, glass lamps and small, ruffled shades. A kidney, shaped, dressing table brightened one corner and a long dresser in another. A pair of French doors opened into Aunty' bathroom. Several medium pink throw rugs dotted the floor. On the opposite side of the bed was a walk in closet but it was empty.

Aunty as I opened the huge empty closet: "We shall to have to fill this terrible void! A task we are going to make a top priority when you return Sweetheart. Empty closets are so depressing! Jana loves this room and sleeps in it when she visits." She gently giggles. "Now she will have to choose one of the other rooms or share because I intend to make this one yours.

Aunty made me sleep in my corset and nylons but only after loosening the laces. She put a scrumptious ultra sheer, pink, chiffon, baby doll top on me that had pink fur around the bottom, arm and head openings. It felt slippery, sensuous, very feminine and oh so good against Aunty' satin sheets!

Aunty gently kissing me: "Sleep well Sweetheart."

I loved the luscious, sensual, slippery, satin sheets and found myself tossing and turning before eventually getting comfy while thinking about modeling for Aunty all summer! Sleep finally won over excitement and I was fast asleep.

WEDNESDAY

Aunt Jean opening the curtains: "OK Sleeping Beauty, rise and shine! Six Thirty."

Darla waking slowly and holding up a hand to shade his eyes: "Good morning Aunty. Why so early?"

Aunty: "We have to eat breakfast, get cleaned up and dressed so we can be at shop by Nine Sweetheart. Did you enjoy sleeping in your corset last night? Tell me dear." She sat on the edge of the bed then leaning over top of me caressing my ear and neck.

Darla beginning to shake: "Yes Aunty very much. I love the feel of these satin sheets brushing my nylons and making me feel so special all night long."

Aunt Jean: "Say you promise to keep your word from yesterday and you will sleep on them all summer."

Darla: "Cross my heart and hope to die!"

Aunt Jean: "Say I am going to obey Jana and Alexis from now on." She continues to smother me in her caressing, soft talking, and breathing in my right ear.

Darla: "I I am going to obey J Jana and Alexis s s from now on. OH! Please Aunty, let me up before I burst!"

Ant Jean: "Say I want to be a pretty girl."

Darla: "Um. Ohhh. Um, OK. I wa want t to be a pre pretty g g irl. Oh Please Aunty let me up!"

Aunt Jean smiles and continues to caress me: "Not so fast dear. Say I want you to dress me in girlie clothes again and take me home that way."

Darla: "But.. Ok. I want you to dress me in girlie clothes again and take me home that way, please. Oh please Aunty!"

Aunt Jean: "Say I will be on my best behavior all day."

Darla: "Oh goodness! I I wi will b be on my b best behavior all day. Please let me up to go to the bathroom before I wet these pretty sheets!. Please!"

Aunty: "Put on the pretty pink robe and slippers on the vanity chair then come down to breakfast."

Darla running for the commode: "Yes Aunty!" It took me forever to relax enough to go.

I looked around this elaborate bathroom and could not believe how it screamed femininity! Everything was pink French provincial and the Plumbing fixtures were elaborate, shiny, brass with light pink porcelain inlays in the knobs and the bathroom fixtures were lavender. The floor tiles were a mixture of purple, lavender, light and dark pink, and a touch of white. White towels, with long, stem roses embroidered on them, hung on the towel racks. To my left, on the wall, was a towel rack then there was a large glass shower stall in the corner. Just beyond it were the French doors to Aunty' room and beyond that in the corner was a ceiling, height, linen closet with windowed doors. Along the back wall were two towel racks and a rather large set of brass frame and glass shelves on which were bath oils, bubble bath crystals, shampoo, conditioner, scented French bar soap and wash cloths. There were two more towel racks and another matching linen closet and then the French doors to the room where I had slept. There was a towel rack and a pink marble counter from the wall to the commode where I was properly trying to absorb this feminine place. In the center of the counter was a large oval sink and a mirror stretched the length of it almost to the ceiling. On counter were a hair dryer, curling iron, hot curlers, hair spray, mousse brushes and a hand mirror. The center of the floor was occupied by a huge sunken spa tub that matched the counter top. Even the toilet paper had a purple flower pattern on it that was so pretty I didn't really want to wipe my nasty butt with it. I did finally though and then washed my hands with a bar of that French soap which made my hands feel much softer.

The pink robe was a nylon satin kimono with pink lace around the cuffs, bottom and lapels with a lacy tie belt. The marabou slippers were clear except for a sole pad and pin feathers on the cross strap. The heel was about two and half inches high. I adjusted may garters a little to take up some slack from stretching and ran a brush through my hair. It still had some wave from yesterday so still looked girlie. I went to the kitchen as lady like as I could only to be overwhelmed by Aunty' loving embrace.

Aunty as she set toast and coffee on the table: "This will be so much fun this summer! I just can't wait to pamper and spoil you! We'll have breakfast every morning and girl talks. Just like I did with Jana! Another Niece to turn into a pretty, feminine fluff!" I sat sort of feeling as though I had been flattened by a steam roller. "Am I going to fast Precious?" She started painting her nails a deeper shade of red as we talked.

Darla swallowing a mouthful of toast with coffee: "A little. I think I need a small adjustment period."

Aunty giggles: "When you return in early June the girl lag will be over with. Jana and Sis will make sure of it. My part of this is going to make you love being a girl."

Darla snickers: "What are you going to do when I have to go back to school?"

Aunty giggles: "You are going to have the most feminine sexy clothes to wear and I am going totally spoil you with so much love and affection that you'll never want to be a boy again."

Darla: "Dressing this way may be addicting but eventually I'll have to go back to school."

Aunty grinned and planted another seed: "What if you went to school here as a girl?"

Darla laughs: "Aunty you cannot erase my past."

Aunty handing me a pencil and legal pad: "Make a list Sweetheart and well see about the past! Four more corsets, five long, leg, panty girdles, five long, line, training bras, four boxes of dress, shear, tan nylons and one box of black, dress, shear nylons. You will need two of every color camisole, and some baby dolls and nightshirts. Are you getting this Sweetheart?"

Darla takes a sip of coffee: "Yes ma'am. Nightshirts?"

Aunty: "Girls nightshirts are satin and very pretty feeling. Let's see, there are two weeks of school left and one more week. You'll wear a trainer, panty girdle, stockings and camisole minimum everyday. You'll wear boy clothes over top but Alex will insist that you change into being all sugar 'n' spice when you get home. Jana and Alex are already planning a day at the mall this Saturday so I can't go overboard, yet!" She gave this sort of half smile and half frown.

We finished breakfast and went upstairs to take showers. Aunty went first and called me when she was done to spray Skin So Soft on her back.

Darla: "Aunty doesn't it bother you to be around me with just a towel covering your front?"

Aunty laughed: "I believe you are an honorable person and not a rapist. I can trust you not to take unfair advantage of me. If I am not safe around you Sweetheart then there is no male I could ever trust. Besides, we girls need to work together!"

I took my robe and baby doll off so she could untie my corset. She told me that she kept a bottle of her shampoo and conditioner on a shelf in the shower and to use them along with her French Lilac soap.

Aunty as I stepped into the shower and closed the door: "There's a razor on the shelf too. Use it! Oh, don't get used to breathing again." She was already standing at the counter drying her hair when I got out and came over to her to get sprayed. "This will be fun having someone to help me again! Now both Jana and Alex say you are an expert at tying laces so no excuses Sweetheart." I put my robe over my shoulders and tightened her laces. "Run along and get your corset from yesterday and put it back on along with the clean nylons and panty girdle I laid out for you. Put your robe and slippers back on and come here."

I did as she said except I couldn't see any point in putting my nylons on yet so I put them over my shoulder. This time I noticed the dress for today was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was a knee length sheath of light, blue, nylon chiffon with a lilac pattern and was so shear it was lined with light, blue charmeuse. It had a shallow "V" neck and short sleeves. A four inch, gathered, chiffon ruffle brought the sleeves to just above my elbow and a similar ruffle around the hem brought it to just above my knees. I couldn't help holding it up to me and looking in the mirror.

Darla to himself: "Darren what has happened to you, are you nuts? Look turkey, you are a boy and can't stand to get near fluffy stuff like this!" Yet I could not explain my feelings for this very pretty dress. I couldn't wait to get it on! Aunty had also put out a pair of lavender satin pumps with three and a half inch heels.

l When I returned to the commode I closed the lid and put my robe and stockings on it. Aunty helped me with the corset and soon I was gasping for air again and she was giggling as she returned to fixing her hair. I slid my slippers off and after gathering rolled a nylon up my left leg and attached the garters. After slipping that slipper on I rolled the other up my right leg and attached those garters and stepped into my other slipper.

Darla breathless: "Oh Aunty, I saw the dress on my door! It is so pretty! What did I ever do to deserve this?"

Aunty laughs: "You have decided you want to be my lovely Niece. That alone is enough to get you spoiled and pampered. I have spoiled your sister turning her into what she is today."

Darla laughs: "Yea buddy! She knows exactly how pretty and sexy she is and is learning how to use it to get what she wants. Trust me! I take the heat for her shenanigans all the time!"

Aunty giggles: "Yes dear. Our gallant Darren! She loves you very much more than you can understand right now. She has told me time and time again how much you mean to her. All those times she dressed you up was to allow you to be part of their little girl world and you never thought anything about it until Junior High. There my hair is done. It is your turn dear." We kept chatting as she worked.

Darla: "So that very pretty, floral print dress on the back of the bathroom door is really what I am wearing today?"

Aunty grins: "Yes ma'am. I called down to the shop and your pal Veronica brought it to me before you awoke. She asked who was going to wear it and I told her she would have to wait until I came into work to find out."

Darla nervously: "Veronica, Celeste, Jane and the other girls are going to hate me!"

Aunty sternly: "Look Sweetheart, we have already agreed to our little scheme and you may no longer back out. What was it he said? Oh yes! That his heart skipped two beats when he helped you out of the car and made it impossible to think about anything else. I believe him too. He was fumbling for words and had that puppy dog look on his face while I gave him the third degree. He couldn't even speak until I pushed him into it. The daylight is not going to change any of that. Besides I know something about a couple of them that you don't. Trust me! They will love you like they always have, maybe more!"

Darla protesting nervously: "But hey will all know I am a boy!"

Aunty laughs: "Do you remember the first time Veronica laid her eyes on you? I quote "Ms. Perkins that lovely young lady should be modeling your creations." Celeste and Jane said the same thing until they found out you are just a pretty boy. They won't give a second thought."

As Aunty worked, on my hair, I tried to figure out why all these women thought I was so pretty.

Darren thinking: "Mom even thinks of me as pretty and used to say so all the time. 'Mother' pretty Baby Boy' is her way of putting it although she has not called me that for a couple of years now and I figured maybe I had grown out of it. Then the other night she mentioned wanting her 'Pretty Baby Boy back.'" I felt myself grin as I remembered David saying how he had reacted to me. "What if I am a pretty boy?" That thought brought memories of guys teasing me about my size and baby face. "If I could just grow a few whiskers and start working out. Naw who am I kidding? My name is not Stallone or Schwarzenegger!"

Aunty pleased with her work: "Look how pretty you are!" My hair fell in waves to my shoulders. "The next time David sees you he will cream his jeans!"

Darla shocked: "Aunty I don't want to make some guy wet his pants!"

Aunty with that evil grin: "Sure you do! That is how you can tell how sexy you appear! Enough! Put the full slip and your heels on then come to my room for makeup please."

I did as she said and the slip was so silky it frustrated me no end. I sat on a chair next to her vanity and watched as she put her makeup on. When she finished I sat in her chair as she made me up. Base, penciled brows, eyeliner, curled my lashes, mascara, lavender and purple eye shadow, pink blush and cherry, red lipstick. Next were clip on, pearl, dangle earrings and a pearl drop that rested above my apparent cleavage. A bright, purple ribbon, in my hair, held it slightly off my ears. Returning to my room I unzipped the dress and stepped into it then pulled it up over my shoulders. Aunty came in and we zipped each other into our dresses.

Aunty' dress was dark teal charmeuse liner with dark teal lace over dress. The liner was a strapless sheath that fit snugly to about four inches above her knees just covering her stocking tops. The lace outer dress had a short "V" neck and half sleeves and it came to just above her knees. Her jewelry was black, onyx, drop earrings and a drop necklace. She had two, black wrist rings on her left and her gold, diamond watch on the left. Mom was very pretty, Jana was such a fox I often had wet dreams about her, but Aunt Jean was absolute elegance at its best.

Aunty was extremely pleased as we stood arm in arm looking into the full length mirror on my closet door: "Well now, aren't we a sight? Come Sweetheart. I have a lavender clutch that will look nice with that dress. Bring your blue one from last night." I changed purses in her room and soon we were on our way to the shop.

We walked thru the back door and into Aunty' office and got a cup of coffee. She asked if I was ready and I shrugged my shoulders and she knew I was scared out my wits. Taking my hand we walked into the store and Aunty cleared her throat. All motion stopped as all the girls realized I was there and stared at me. I felt like melting into the floor! Good thing there were no customers yet.

Aunty: "This is Darla and she is going to be our model this summer. I expect all of you to welcome her and help her learn the business." They all came over to inspect me up close.

Veronica guesses: "Darla, as in your Nephew Darren? Surely this is not that brat from last summer?"

Jane total surprise: "Jean what have you done? How did you accomplish this? He, I mean she is absolutely gorgeous!"

Aunty: "You girls have said several times that he was so pretty he should be modeling for us. Alex has all but killed him because of his sorry attitude. Maybe this will straighten up his thinking and teach him manners again. So are you gals going to help this summer?" there was a long pause.

Darla swallows hard: "I treated all of you very wrong last summer and want to apologize for my disrespect and bad behavior. I am sorry and do love all of you."

Veronica grins: "Jean you know I love pretty feminized boys. I'm in."

Celeste giggles: "Darla you are very pretty! I will help all I can."

Jane: "Well how 'bout it girls?" The others smiled and nodded their consent.

Aunty explained the deal she made with me and that I was to be treated like a girl from now on. I was to be referred to as a girl, talked to as a girl, and needed to learn everything about being a girl.

Aunty: "In short if one of you sees something lacking then by all means correct her. I want her to be a perfectly, feminine, well mannered, young lady by the end of the summer. You are to use her to display what ever clothing you are trying to sell. Veronica she will need six corsets and those spandex panties like those you sent her. She will need five long leg panty girdles, three boxes of nude, dress shear nylons and one box of black. Our young lady gets nothing less than three and a half inch pumps to match her clothes. Darla needs five white and several assorted color camisoles. The white are to be for a training bra and the others for a 'C' cup. I will pick her out garments and the proper slips to go with them. Jane you are the jewelry and accessory expert and can help her after we collect her wardrobe together."

I was led to the dress department and told to help look for whatever caught my eye. Well there was a pretty, pink, floral pattern dress calling me and when I pulled it from the rack my heart skipped two beats as I looked into a full length mirror holding this delicate masterpiece to my body! It was a wrap around with a bright, pink, crinoline under dress with a middle dress of pink charmeuse and an outer dress of pink, chiffon, with a multi, pink, floral pattern. It had fluttering, short, chiffon, over crinoline sleeves and the crinoline ruffle extended past the chiffon! When wrapped around it formed a deep ve neck and crossed just above my knees and came to about mid calf in the back. The under dress had a four inch gathered ruffle all the way around that extened beyond the edge of the chiffon. This dress screamed girl and it scared me to death that I felt like I just had to have it. I tried it on at Aunty' insistence and she helped in the dressing room. She had also brought in the pair of silicone breasts and replaced the foam ones I was wearing. The sensual feeling of this dress and the way it made me look were more than I could bear.

Darla gasping for air and shaking: "Aunty I must have this one to wear home! I look like I am wearing an upside down orchid!"

Aunty very coolly: "Well don't you look like a Barbie Doll for sure now."

Veronica from two isles over fox whistles: "WOW! We have been trying to find someone that would do that one justice, but you make it complete! Debbie, come fit this to girl. She wants to wear it home tomorrow."

Debbie came over and made a couple of chalk marks and whispers: "I never ever imagined it would look so perfect on a boy." She turns to Aunty. "Jean anything she wants?" Debbie had been with Aunty for over eighteen years, which was longer than any of the others and Aunty taught her everything she knew about dress making. She did not have Aunty' flair for design though she could turn any of Aunty' designs into a finished work of art.

Aunty smiles: "Anything and everything spare nothing. My Niece shall have the best I can give her. I designed this to make a special lady look like a princess after reading one of my fairy stories. It needs a diamond tiara and diamond earrings. Try this one Sweetheart." She held up a turquoise, polyester knit, two piece dress suit. The jacket had a three button closure, pleated and belted back, was totally trimmed with silk half inch ribbon, and nylon satin lined. Elastic waist pull-on skirt had a softly pleated back and had a twelve inch slit in the back and was just short of knee length. There was also a white, satin blouse with ruffled button front, long sleeves with ruffled French cuffs and a shirt style collar. "You will need to put your slip back on dear."

When I emerged from the dressing room wearing the suite Debbie and Aunty were all smiles as I twirled in front of the mirror daintily on the black heels. The two of them were whispering and giggling and making me mad because my first thought was that they were making fun of me.

Darla acting hurt: "So what is like, so terribly hilarious!?" I put a sullen look on my face pushing my bottom lip out and tried to make my eyes tear up.

Aunty apologetically: "We're sorry Sweetheart! We did not mean to hurt your feelings. It is just amazing how a pretty dress, some silk and a little lipstick could change you so drastically in a few days. In fact the difference is like night and day. It's twenty to eleven and I have some sketching to do for our lunch date with Penny. This will be a rather formal sort of outing so let the girls help you decide on a frilly frock to wear so as to impress her daughters. Come Debbie, we have uniforms to design!"

I was trying to figure out which way to go when Celeste came to my rescue. She had a light, blue, full, cotton, sun dress with pink tulips, the sun and a fluffy cloud embroidered on the skirt portion, a light blue chiffon jacket and a pair of light, blue, high, spike, heeled sandals. Celeste told me to change while she collected some accessories. I went to the dressing room and hung the suite and blouse on the hanger and removed my white slip putting the pastel blue one on. Sliding the dress over my head I had no clue as to how to get the zipper all the way up and was straining when Celeste came in saw me, started giggling then zipped me up. I put the jacket on then watched in the mirror as she helped me with the ribbons. The dress had a square neck and was sleeveless but the jacket was so sheer that it appeared to be like a film. It had short, fluttery sleeves, and two ribbon ties in place of buttons with the top one tying just below my breasts and the bottom around my waist. A blue, glove, leather, shoulder bag that had my makeup and things transferred into it matched perfectly. My jewelry was tiny, magenta, tulip earrings, a chain of pink tulips for a necklace and another as a bracelet. After refreshing my lipstick with a rather bright shade of magenta Celeste showed her approval.

Celeste: "You must play up every sensation as being sexy and wonderful to those two girls. They are tomboys of the worst kind and won't even wear anything pink, yellow or purple! Satin and lace are cuss words to them and cotton boys briefs are all their Mother can get them to wear, along with short hair cut like a boy, dirty fingernails, and I am not sure but they may even be a bit butch for all I know. The two of them are more disgusting and crude than you ever were! Josephine is the oldest at fourteen and insists on being called Joey and plays on a little league team. I have never seen this girl without a ball cap on her head. Mary Francis or Frankie is twelve, has a similar distasteful look and can normally be found with a fist size wad of bubble gum crammed into her mouth chewing like a cow. Two more disgusting young girls you will never see!"

Darla sighs: "I don't know what I can tell them. I am brand new to this girl stuff."

Celeste: "Jean says you like how sexy and pretty the clothes make you feel. In fact she said you almost wet your panties when she zipped you into that blue dress! Explain it to them. Tell them you were a tomboy until last week yourself. Just do your best to get one of them to try. I know, try to sell Joey on the idea of letting you help her when you come back this summer."

We beat it around the bush for another half hour and I still wasn't sure I could convince a girl to stop the tomboy stuff and try to be feminine. However if I could win her friendship maybe I could persuade her to try. I was totally lost in a dream of me cheering for her from the bleachers as she rounded third and headed for home plate.

Aunty proudly: "I see you have made a very appropriate selection for our lunch date. Who helped you Sweetheart and do you like what you are wearing?"

Darla as she shoulders the handbag: "Celeste is guilty and I love this chiffon jacket. Where did you ever get the idea for it?"

Aunty as we walk out the back door to her Firebird: "Actually the dress is mine and the jacket is Veronica'. She has many really pretty ideas in her head but has trouble expressing them." Aunty started the car and we were on our way to the restaurant five blocks away. "Just try to make friends with these two for now. Heaven knows they are difficult at best!"

We parked, in the side parking lot, and walked around and into the front door. A pretty lady in a knee, length, black, pleated skirt and white blouse greeted us.

Mater' D: "Jean! How lovely you look! Who is this gorgeous, young lady with you?"

Aunty Boastfully: "This is my Niece Darla. She is going to model for me this summer!"

Mater' D: "How lucky for you Jean. Penny is waiting at your usual table dear."

We followed her to the back dinning room that was always reserved for business gatherings. Tables were set nicely without being terribly formal. The smell of the food was making my stomach growl. All of the normal sounds of clinking plates and a low buzz of everyone talking were in the air. We were seated and handed menus and the introductions began.

Penny: "Darla how lovely you look today dear." She motioned toward the older girl. "This is my daughter Josephine or Joey as she prefers to be called." Joey sneered at me and she motioned to the younger girl. "Josephine! That will be quite enough of the ill manners for one day! This is Mary Francis or Frankie as she prefers to be called." the corners of her mouth were turned down indicating her unhappiness. "Girls this is Darla, the girl I was telling you about. She is going to be modeling clothes for her Aunt Jean this summer. Say hello girls."

Joey and Frankie not enthused: "Hi."

Joey had her blue and white baseball uniform on and the only way you could tell there was a girl in it was her pierced ears and the baseball studs! Frankie had on a plain, red, boys, tee shirt and there was no clue of the girl in it.

Darla tries to break ice immediately: "Joey you and I are the same age and in the same grade at school. What position do you play?"

Joey gives me a hard stare: "Well if you really give a shit, I pitch and play short stop!"

Penny angrily: "Josephine I am only going to warn you one more time! Apologize for cussing right this instant or you will not touch another baseball this season!"

Joey quietly looks up: "OK, I am like so sorry."

I didn't try to communicate with Joey during the rest of the meal. The two tomboys had burgers and we girls had salad bar. Aunty and Penny kicked idea after idea back and forth though. Her company colors are black and pink but the male barbers were refusing to wear pink. She also wanted something that would be sort of the same. Those two went on and on.

Penny: "We need an unbiased opinion. Darla Dear, do you have any ideas?"

Darla surprised that she would even ask: "Maybe it's not important to others, I think beauticians should look gorgeous everyday so as to show off each other' craftsmanship. Would you believe a girl was a beautician if she looked like she never fixed her own hair and looked bedraggled? I think a nylon dress and a smock for the ladies and just a long smock for the men. The men's smock could be black lined with pink and the girls' dresses could be pink with the same color smock. The dress should have a pleated, knee length skirt and a snug fitting shirt type top with no sleeves. The smock should have breast pockets and those large ones on the bottom. The long stem rose logo should be on one breast pocket with your salon' name and their name on the other. Maybe the girls should have tree quarter sleeves since the dress is sleeveless."

Aunty taken back: "Hmm, gee Penny, the girl has some good points. Let'.........."

Darla turning to Joey: "Hey, let's go out to the parking lot so we can talk."

Joey: "Anything is better 'n this torture!"

Darla politely: "Excuse me. May we go for a little walk please?"

Aunty: "If Penny doesn't mind I have no objections at all Sweetheart."

Penny sternly: "There is to be no, N O, monkeyshines of any kind! Miss Joey you are responsible for your sister. You are excused."

We walked out to the where Aunty' Firebird was and just stood there looking stupid for several minutes. Joey got her ball and glove out of their van and was tossing the ball up and catching it.

Joey: "Thanks for gettin' us out o' there. So you really like baseball?"

Darla: "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I mean I am not like guys that play and watch every game on TV all the time, but I do like to watch my favorite teams and now and then with my Dad."

Joey: "I got practice today and she is gonna make me late!"

Darla sighs: "Why don't you like to dress like a girl?"

Joey smart ass: "You writ'n' a book or someth'n'? Skip a page 'n' make it a mystery!"

Darla trying to think like Jana: "Oh I was wondering why a pretty girl would not want to look like one."

Joey: "I ain't pretty!"

Darla: "Who says?" Frankie giggles.

Joey: "I says! Why would I want to look pretty on the ball field?"

Darla: "You wouldn't. However you don't sleep on ball field, you don't live on one, so why not look like a girl when you not playing and wear baseball clothes when you are playing? You don't have to be a boy to compete with them. In fact, if they were shown up by a real girl they'd probably want to crawl in a hole to die!"

Joey laughs: "Then I could end up in jail for murder one. At the trial they'd have my lipstick as my weapon! I DON'T THINK SO JACK! So what kind of stuff do you like?"

Darla: "My Dad is a robotic engineer and has taught me how to build computers. What kind of video games do you like?"

Joey: "NASCAR, Far Cry, Doom, Diablo, Tomb Raider, All them war games where you're the guy pullin' the trigger. So what kind o' girlie games you like?"

Darla clears her throat: "Actually I like most of the same games you do. I am sort of a tomboy too I just like dressing pretty."

Joey: "Really? Wow! Ya wanna come watch me practice this afternoon? Mom let me out o' school today 'cause she wanted me ta meet ya. You are really very pretty. I could never look as pretty as you do. Even my Dad told me I was homely right up to the day Mom through his punk ass out."

Darla trying not to sound sympathetic: "Your Mother must have known what jerk he was because you are not homely! All you need is a touch of makeup and someone to tell you the truth so you can develop a new attitude about yourself."

Joey: "Man there ain't nothin' anybody wants to do for me."

Darla: "Wanna Bet? I got twenty bucks that says I can make you so gorgeous your Mother won't recognize you. You could be a drop dead gorgeous chick off the field and a hardcore ball player on the field. You give me a chance to try and I'll scream louder than everyone else in the bleachers all summer!"

Joey: "Aw you're just sayin' that!"

Darla extends her pinky: "Come on, pinky promise. Don't give me any crap about not knowing about a pinky promise either! Girls are girls no matter how they act." We lock pinkies and I kissed his, I mean her cheek and she kissed me. "Now I have to go home to finish school and I'll be back the second week in June. We'll make plans then for you to come spend a couple of days with me and you'll see."

Joey: "You never answered me about practice today."

Darla:

"We can ask but I am not sure since I have to go home tomorrow, but even if Aunty says no remember that I really would like to."

We made our way back to the table and the two women were discussing other things.

Joey so politely Penny almost died on the spot: "Excuse me please. Ms. Perkins, can Darla come watch my ball practice today?"

Aunty: "Sweetheart do you want go?" I nodded yes. "I don't see why not. Penny and I can sit and talk some more. We took your ideas and expounded on them some but you should be proud. You my sweetheart are going to be a natural in this business!"

I got to sit in the dugout and watched her strike out over half of the guys on her team as they practiced. I almost forgot and narrowly escaped giving myself away in the excitement. After practice Coach asked if I was a one girl cheering section and promised to get me a cap and jersey if I kept it up. Joey said it was great having a girl friend that was so supportive.

Joey giggling: "Are you gonna do that all summer?"

Darla: "Yea buddy! Every chance I get! Just don't forget your promise."

Joey as we reached where the women were sitting: "I won't. I am beginning to like you to much to let you down."

Penny: "And what promise is that dear?"

Darla: "Tell her girl. She is going to find out sooner or later."

Joey sighs: "I pinky promised to let this wild cheer leader fluff me up to see if I liked it. Mom, Dad always said I was homely. Am I? Tell me the truth!"

Penny with a tear in her eye: "You are absolutely not homely! That SOB used to tell me I was getting old and ugly too. It was one of his control tactics to oppress your self worth. I threw him out because he is a jerk and he is now the one who is the oppressed! I am going to keep him broke supporting you two girls as long as I can. It's his just deserves!"

Joey: "OK. Now if we are going to do this then I will need your friendship."

Darla: "Joey Dearest, I thought we had already decided on that part." I kissed her cheek. "My friends are for life girl! Here is my MSN screen name and my phone number. Three weeks!" I winked and she blushed.

We said our goodbyes then Aunty and I were on our way back to her shop. It was around four thirty when we graced the back door and Celeste and Veronica loaded all of the packages in the trunk while we double checked my list. After closing, at seven, we all sat, in the sewing shop, in the rear of the building as Aunty and I told about the events of the afternoon.

Debbie: "Everything has been altered to fit her with that corset on. You must be tightened to twenty four inch waist Darla or they will not zip up."

Darla: "Aunty may I wear the pink one home?"

Aunty: "Yes Sweetheart. So, Darla has talked Joey into letting her dress up the little tomboy!"

Celeste grins: "See girl? I told you it wouldn't be too hard. You just had to gain her confidence and friendship!"

Veronica: "Way to go girl! Now all you have to do is make her feel like a queen and she'll be hooked. What convinced her?"

Darla: "I told her she could be a ball player on the field and a pretty girl off. The idea of the guys dying striking out to a pretty pitcher seemed to get her attention. She made me promise to come watch her and cheer at every practice and game. There is nothing she lacks as a pitcher and now she has a cheering section, me."

Aunty proudly: "Debbie you should have seen our girl come up with the basic uniform ideas today. She was an absolute charm and Penny selected her concepts after she and I tweaked them a little. We must get started on them first thing in the morning."

Debbie: "Darla, when you were younger you would always tell the women as they shopped how pretty they looked or if something did not compliment their figure. I am sure you don't know this but you have been the finalizing opinion that has sold many outfits around here. Jean and I have always wondered if you could sell and now we are going to find out!" We said our goodbyes with me promising to return in my girl form and work with them all summer.

Aunty and I went home and made B.L.T. sandwiches and ice tea. We talked for about an hour recapping the day's events. We brought in the pink dress and the shopping bag of accessories that went with it. I took them up to my pretty room and hung the dress on my bathroom door. The bag was emptied on the bed and I found nylons, corset, panties, pink sandals, pink shoulder bag, a Sapphire tiara with matching earrings, frame necklace, frame bracelet and a large ring. As I stood there gazing at everything I became aware of Aunty watching me.

Darla excitedly: "Oh Aunty! Is this really going to happen to me?" She nodded yes. "Do you have some magenta polish and lipstick I can wear tomorrow? What will Dad think? What will my buddies think? What will Tracey think?"

Aunty: "I think I have just what you want. Leave Kenny to your Mother and I. We are experts at getting whatever we need out of him. Now why don't you try out this wonderful tub and take a nice long bubble bath. It is just the thing a girl needs after a tiring day."

I did just that and shaved all over too. The French Lilac bubbles were very soothing and soon I was snoozing. Aunty awakened me and helped dry me off. Before donning my pink baby dolls Aunty tied me into a corset but not so tight I couldn't breathe. Sitting, in the chair, in the bathroom, I added two coats of magenta polish to my fingers and toes while Aunty bathed and chatted on about this Summer. She told me about this local model competition in August and maybe I would be entered in it if she thought I stood a chance to win it.

Darla pessimistically: "Aunty no matter how much I learn, practice and try, I'll never be able to fool the judges at one of those sorts of events!"

Aunty: "Darla, you are much more feminine than you believe. Anyway, I would really like to set that as a goal to try. We already have some of the most feminine women, in this town, believing you are a girl."

I let it drop and it wasn't long and my nails were dry. Aunty had gotten out of the tub, in the mean time and rolled my hair. She tucked me in and I tried to get comfy in those rollers! The satin sheets, nylons and baby doll PJ's all helped to make it difficult to sleep while they aroused me. My dreams were of seeing my Father for the first time, some beauty pageant I was in and getting discovered when Joey started telling everyone I was a boy!

 

To be continued in chapter two; The Trip Home

  

  

  

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