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My aunt (a widow) was a nurse, worked at a local doctor's office, and lived in a rather large house in a small rural community. I started at an early age to help her with the yard work and spent alot of time there; almost as much as at my own home.

In the course of routine visits to my aunt's , I had noticed a nursing manual my aunt kept on her nightstand and after looking through it, particularly the OB and physical sections, had asked questions of my aunt. This brought about the "facts of life" conversation(s) and a bonding of sorts. Her manner regarding delicate subjects was truthful and more of a clinical approach but so calm and reassuring that I felt a level of trust and understanding. I was somewhere around 10 at the time.

You should also know that my aunt was not shy about working around the house in her underwear.. Many days she would come home for lunch (especially in the summer - in the days before AC), take off her starched white nurse's uniform, and go about her business until she had to go back for the evening office hours. This was my first exposure to lingerie and a real life female so attired. It made an impression.

The real beginning starts now. My aunt had come home for lunch and after we had eaten she asked if I would help her move some boxes in the attic. The attic stairs were wide and led to a large attic that was actually suited for another living space but was used as convenient storage for old trunks, boxes, picture frames, etc. In the process of moving whatever it was we were moving, I got a glimpse up my aunt's uniform. As a matter of fact I was "glimpsing" so intently that I got caught.

Her first reaction was to chastise me, telling that boys/men/gentlemen do not look up a lady's dress, etc. So now I'm totally embarrassed and apologetic. She accepts my apology and we continue the moving. Next question: what did you expect to see up my dress? You know what a female looks like (from the medical text) and you weren't going to see that through my underwear anyway. What did you expect to see? As you can imagine I didn't really have an answer. After several more questions I finally said that I was looking at her underwear. Now another line of questions. What is it that you haven't seen before? I've worn the same thing every day, so why are you looking now? Again, I have no good answers. Finally I manage to come up with "I was wondering why women wear what they do?" Why don't men wear the same thing? Is it wrong for men to wear dresses? As with everything else she calmly explained the female/male clothing differences as dictated by society and standards. Part of her explanation was that the female skin was softer and lingerie was made from lighter and softer fabric(s) to complement that. "What does it feel like?" She didn't have an answer.

The attic moving completed, as we were going down the attic steps to the second floor, my aunt turns to me and asks if I want to see what female lingerie feels like. Shyly I say yes (thinking that she'll let me touch some of her lingerie.) At the bottom of the steps she turns left and heads for her bedroom. As I enter she has already pulled open the top drawer of her dresser and begins to lay white lingerie on the bed - me still thinking of touching only. Then she turns to me and says "ok, I'll dress you up like a girl so you can see how it feels but it has to be our secret. ok?" I don't think I actually spoke an answer but I ended up standing next to the bed where the lingerie was.

End of Part I.

Sensory overload pretty much describes the next hour or so. I was embarrassed when my aunt told me to get undressed (not aroused, just embarrassed) and handed me the panties. She held them up so I wouldn't get them on backwards; I stepped into them and pulled them up and can remember the feeling to this day. The garter belt was next. Not like the ones of today with the thin waistband but a wider band and not made of elastic material. It was a little large but managed to stay above my hips. The bra was a problem. She adjusted the straps as small as they would go but it was still large. She had me sit on the edge of the bed as she rolled the first stocking down her arm. I didn't have much leg hair then (or body hair for that matter) and the feeling as she slid the nylon up my leg was amazing. When the other nylon was on I stood up and she fastened the four garters. I held my arms up as she lowered the white nylon slip over my head. It was also a little large even with the straps adjusted. I remember running my hands over my hips and feeling the garter belt and the smoothness of nylon touching nylon.

She pulled her dressing table chair out and told me to sit. A little red lipstick, a pearl necklace, clip earrings, a beaded bracelet, and some rouge - and when she stepped out of the way - the mirror image for the first time.

I followed her into the large closet and she had me try on a pair of low heels. They weren't flats but probably not over 3/4 inch. They were just a little too big but I could keep them on my feet. She decided on a dress - short sleeves, buttons up the back, full skirt to below my knee. Before I put the dress on she went back to her dresser and returned with a handfull of stockings and stuffed them into the bra. She held the dress open and I stepped into it and then buttoned the back. I turned to leave the closet and the full length mirror on the back of the closet door caught me - fully dressed and looking not unlike a girl.

As we left the closet she told me I could stay dressed until she needed to get ready to return to work and we headed downstairs. Walking in the heels was not easy so I took them off going down the steps. For the rest of the afternoon we stayed mostly in the kitchen and I stayed seated at the table. When I did get up and move, the feeling of all the new fabrics against my skin, and the flow of the skirt was nothing short of overwhelming.

When the time came we went upstairs and got undressed. She used cold cream to clean my lips and face. I remember how much my ears hurt from the earrings, and thinking how do women wear these all day. The dress went back on the hanger and all the lingerie into the clothes hamper.

I was reminded that this was our secret. My transformation was over.

Vanity,

Thanks for sharing this interesting experience. I can assume that you have played the entire afternoon over and over in your head since it happened. I don't remember your mentioning whether or not your aunt was married or single, but my question is, in your opinion, why did she dress you up?

Was it to be simply a learning experience for you?

Was it for her own amusement or, and no offense intended, but could it have been something more sinister afoot?

If you choose not to reply, I will understand, but I am sure you have in your own mind, some conclusions!

Virginia

Vanity,

I can imagine this episode happening in your mind over and over throughout the years as probably one of the most exciting and possibly perplexing times of your life. I'm sure it has been a lasting impression and most probably the driving force behind your desire to dress.

Enjoy it, it is absolutely wonderful. I hope to hear more of your story.

Virginia:

Thank you for your reply and questions. Totally certain it was a "learning" experience only; with no additional motives. Her style/approach to most questions was a direct response; although sometimes it wasn't the answer you were looking for. She was not embarrassed or timid talking about the body, sex, relationships, etc.

She was a widow. Had been married once and he died just before my 5th birthday. Didn't remarry until just before I graduated high school.

From a small child I spent alot of time at her house. I loved and trusted her and discussed things with her that I couldn't talk about at home.

Hope this helps. Vanity

Hi Vanity, and welcome to the forum.

I have a couple of questions for you. Was the occasion you described a one time thing only, or did your aunt allow you to dress periodically. Also, if it wasn't a single incident, did she ever provide you with clothing that fit you?

Just wondering.

Love and hugs,

Alana

Hi Vanity,

It's a very nice story and seems to bring back a lot of happy memories for you. Thank you for sharing it.

I don't want to rain on a beautiful parade. I really do find the whole thing charming. But as a father of girls I can also say that yes you were molested in my opinion. And so we can go on a whole discussion here about molestation being harmful and the like. It doesn't sound like it was harmful. Boys and older women is a very difficult subject to explore and our society hasn't really thought it through. We are so obsessed with predation by men and the fact that many boys attitude towards sex being more is better that we have not come to terms with things like this. I don't have an answer.

As I said I don't mean any disrespect to your experience. But there are others perhaps here on the forums, who may not have resolved it so clearly.

I've known a few men who were initiated in childhood by women. Some felt a great deal of anger and shame. Others felt great affection toward the woman, yet did experience a good deal of lasting confusion about it.

And of course we haven't even touched on incest.

Just my opinion. I could be all wrong.

Absaroka

Alana:

Thank you for your welcome. My aunt did not dress me again, however, I dressed using her clothes whenever the opportunity. I most often wore what was in the clothes hamper so as not to be discovered. She caught me once (and may have know all along) when I put a run in her white nurse's nylons and she wasn't happy. Back then they were more expensive than regular nylons; she used to stop the little runs by applying clear nail polish. Anyway, I stopped dressing for a while but subsequently began again and continued until she remarried.