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1. patricia - May 20, 2010

Becoming a sissy Part 1

I lost both my parents in a car crash when I was 12. After the estate was settled I was adopted by my aunt. Since I was aT boarding school I felt very lonely and miserable. When summer came I travelled to her home in North London. My aunt was single, very successful in publishing and very dominant. But she adored me. I was quite small for my age, very slim and very girlish in appearance and I was well mannered and quiet so I was the ideal child for a professional woman who had no time to have children of her own.
My first night at my new home was exciting and my aunt did everything to make me feel at home though she did say that she found my school uniform rather dull and that I needed something more chique. That night when I went to bed she came in and tucked me down. I was wearing my usual flannel pyjamas and she asked if I didn’t find them too warm. When I said yes she suggested that I change into something lighter. The trouble was that I had nothing else. Then she suggested that I borrow one of her silk slips and a pair of light panties. I was a bit doubtful but eventually gave in when she said noone else would ever know. I was pleasantly surprised as the clothes reminded me of the soft nightgowns my mother wore. When I was younger I loved creeping under her duvet in the mornings and cuddling into her. The thought of my mother made me sad and my aunt noticed the change in my mood. When she found out how I felt she told me I could sleep with her in her bedroom. I didn’t want to sleep alone so I accepted.
When she came to bed I was still awake. I watched her undress and put on her nightie. It made me feel more secure to think that I still had a mother. When she came into bed she stroked my hair and said that she loved me and that we would always have one another. She drew me close and began to caress my back and bottom. I cuddled into her and felt drowsy and happy in her arms. Soon I was pressing against her breasts and remembering how mummy had let me suck her breasts when I was five. I had a desperate longing to feel secure and pressed my lips close to her nipple. Slowly she lowered her nightdress and lifted her breast to my mouth. She knew how mummy had let me suck and said I should feel that I could be with her in the same way. I took her nipple in my mouth and began to suck as she softly caressed my smooth bottom. Secure and comforted I soon fell asleep with a soothing scent from her warm body in my nostrils.
Next morning I awoke to find her standing by the bed wearing only her panties and bra. She smoothed my hair and said that I was everything she ever wanted and that she had always thougt that she had preferred girls till I was 10 when she saw that I was as beautiful as a girl, just as soft but was still a boy. I want you to be my own girlboy, she said. Would you like that? I nodded. Why I don’t know, but I felt that with her my life was different. Here at home I want you to dress in panties and a small top. We are alone and noone will ever know. Come let me find something that fits you then we can go shopping and buy some nice clothes.
Again I felt that strange scent from her body, warm, comforting but in some way overpowering, a scent that both excited and soothed me, a touch of bitter almond and sweet roses, musky, dark but soothing. Do you like your panties, she asked. I said yes and she drew back the duvet to expose my slim hairless body. She stroked me gently over my tummy and said that I was a beautiful girlboy and that she would teach me how to develop my talents. Her hands moved down over the front of my panties and stroked my small and resting penis. She smiled. How lovely that you are so neat and small, so girlish and sweet. I listened not understanding what she was saying, but I felt that I could trust her and that she knew what was best for me. I wanted it to be like that. She was all I had and I would do anyting to keep her.
That day we went to boutiques in Oxford St and bought panties, tops, skirts, small bras and shoes. When we came home she insisted on giving me a shower and then dressing me. Her attentions in the shower excited me to the piont of embarassment when my tiny penis suddenly raised itself right in front of her face. She just smiled, stroked me gently and said that i had a lovely boy clitty. After the shower she dressed me in stockings, panties a small girdle and a small bra, all in lace and frills with tiny bows in pink. We had dinner by candle light and the watched a film before going to bed.
Once in bed I felt that strange scent slowly filling my senses. I wanted to lie close to her, to drown in her warmth, to float in a sea of perfume that seemed to come from her whole body. She drew me to her breasts and let me suck taking my hand and drawing it over her smooth nightdress. I was in a state of bliss as she lowered my hand over her naked tummy down, down, down almost as if the movement intensified the scent that I found so powerful and reassuring. I felt a small line of hair then a softness as i Left her breast and sunk down under the duvet. The scent was soothing, exciting…it drew me down and soon I felt a moistness that I vaguely remembered from my mummy, a word, a whisper about my own moistness…mummy’s hand on my bottom, no pyjamas, an excitement..I knew I was back home.

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