Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 9
The next morning I was awakened by Lei climbing into bed with me. It was very early, and she slipped in under my covers dressed in her pajamas, and held me tightly.
"Oh my baby brother, I'm going to miss you!"
Half asleep, I managed to say, "thanks, Lei, I'll miss you too."
I could not remember ever having been so close to Lei, and I felt my heart throb with affection for her.
"Let me see your ear," she said, and she attempted to look at it in the dim light. "How is it?"
I didn't answer, and she said, "does it hurt?"
"Not exactly."
Lei touched it and I winced slightly. "It does hurt."
"Not much, it's nothing."
"It was very wrong of Charlotte to do that! But of course, its hard to justify you cursing at her. Two wrongs and all that."
"I know, I know," I said with some irritation. I wasn't interested in hearing that I was partly to blame.
"Anyway, I had a long talk, a VERY long talk, with Charlotte and Ethel last night, and I think, in fact, I'm sure that Charlotte understands how wrong she was. She wants to apologize to you!"
"That's nice, Lei, but what I really want is her permission to go with Linda and the girls today."
"She might change her mind, but I don't think so. Last night she said that she and Ethel were planning to get you some nice summer clothes - they had been very excited about the opportunity to do it - and that's why Charlotte got so adamant about you going."
"Yeah, just some more panties I bet."
"No, not panties. They meant shorts and tops and maybe shoes."
"Yeah, well Ethel told me that I'm supposed to have 50 pairs of panties, like any normal girl! Did you know that they stole away my underwear, so that I have to wear panties!"
"What do you mean?" Lei sounded surprised.
"I looked in my drawer to get boys underwear after you told me I had better, and I discovered they were all missing. I asked Ethel about it and she said they were in 'storage'."
Lei was shocked. "Well I'm going to have to tell her to return them immediately!"
"That's great, Lei, but I don't think you should get her all riled up about it. I'm used to the panties. I know they're girls underwear, and mom and dad are right about it, but at this point, I think I should just concentrate on getting through the summer with the least conflicts possible. I did a lot of thinking last night, and I do think I was probably partly to blame, even though she did over react. Its not all bad living here. I've grown kind of fond of Ethel. We talk a lot and she's confided to me some deep dark secrets about Charlotte. Its kind of nice, actually."
"I'm really glad to hear that, Greg. It certainly eases my mind. I was actually thinking of writing to mom and dad and telling them that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. That Charlotte was really high strung and that she was being too strict with you."
"No, don't write that. I'm certainly never going to curse again, and I'll grit my teeth about her crazy restrictions and demands. Before we know it, mom and dad and you and I will all be back home together!"
Lei and I smiled at each other and she hugged me again. What a great sister, I thought to myself.
"But I really must say at least something to Charlotte about your underwear."
"OK, if you think it best."
"I do."
When I came into breakfast, Charlotte was sitting at the table having an English muffin, juice and coffee. She was wearing a tight, ribbed, pink, sleeveless blouse, much more casual than she wore to work, with white shorts and sandals. Her golden hair lay gently on her shoulders. Even across the room I could smell her perfume. I couldn't help but notice how her fingernail polish matched her blouse. Her breasts were upright and full and seemed to defy gravity. I was surprised by how beautiful she looked. Not so businesslike as she looked in her power" suits, which she wore during the week.
If I had been hoping for her to apologize, I would have to wait longer, since she gave me a slight glance and nod of her head and made no effort to speak. I went past her to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of raisin bran and milk and took it back out to the table. After I sat down, Charlotte said, "Greg, I'm sorry about yesterday," and then smiled at me. My anger wilted and I felt suddenly very happy.
"I'm sorry too," I said.
"Eat quickly, we have to leave by 8 to get to the airport on time."
Halfway through my cereal, Lei came out to fetch her breakfast. She was fully dressed now in a tank top and jeans, and her hair blown dry after the shower. She came up to Charlotte and gave her a slight peck on the cheek and a happy "good morning", like the way French women would greet each other. She sat down next to Charlotte, and across from me.
"All packed?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes, all ready to go! I'm so excited!" Lei said.
"You'll have a great time."
"I'm going to miss you all!"
"And we'll miss you!"
"Take good care of my little brother!"
"He'll get the best of care," Charlotte said and then looked at me, "and I'm sure he'll be the perfect gentleman!"
"I'm sure I will," I said.
"Good!" Lei said, "then you're both the best of friends!"
Charlotte broke into a grin and then smiled at Lei, "since when have we not been friends?"
"Right! Well I hope you come up with some big success in your work, Greg!"
"I'm going to try," I said, "but even if I don't its OK. I'm really too young to expect a really big result."
It was more than Lei wanted to hear and the sentence hung in the air unanswered. Charlotte got up and I watched the heave of her breasts inside her blouse. I noticed a slight crinkly region at the end of her breasts where the lace of her bra was pushed up tight against the pink blouse. I wondered if her bra was pink or white. It wasn't possible to tell underneath the blouse.
"Come on Greg, don't daydream," Charlotte said.
"I'm not..." I started to say and then stopped. "I'm coming." I ate the rest of my cereal as fast as I could and got up carrying my dish to the kitchen.
Back in my room, I straightened my bed, put my clothes in the hamper and went around looking for any other imperfections that Charlotte or Ethel would notice. I laughed to myself thinking that when the summer is over and I get back home to my own room, I'm going to make the biggest mess anyone has ever seen!
My door was ajar, and I heard Charlotte telling Lei to double check that she hadn't forgotten anything. They must have exchanged some joke since I could hear them laugh. Then I plainly heard Lei say, "Greg said that Ethel mistakenly took away his boy's underwear."
"No, it wasn't a mistake," Charlotte said, "I'm surprised he would mention that to you. He should be old enough to question me directly."
Lei responded in a low voice which I couldn't hear. Then, after a pause, Charlotte said, "anyway, Greg prefers the panties and his old underwear was just crowding the drawer. Ethel put them in storage."
"You know that my mom and dad will really frown upon that."
"Upon what, honey?"
"They don't think Greg should wear panties. Its, well, kind of kinky."
Charlotte laughed, "oh my dear, Lei, what silly ideas. Look, this afternoon I was planning to call your mom and dad. I'll make a point of discussing with Lillian first hand what the policy is. For right now, I know that Greg prefers panties to boys underwear and Lord knows I don't want to get into another senseless episode with him."
"You'll call tonight?" Lei said with obvious relief in her voice.
"Yes, of course. I was planning to call every week. Anyway, I'm sure your mom is planning to call this weekend anyway. She certainly will want to find out that you got off OK and that Greg is prospering in his research."
When Charlotte was done with Lei, she came into my bedroom to inspect it. After looking over the room Charlotte said, "you've such lovely habits, Greg. Ethel or I couldn't have made the room as pretty as you have."
"Thanks," I said with some pride. At the same moment, Charlotte and I noticed the box containing the bra and panties which I still had not dealt with since the other night.
Charlotte said, "I guess we can put back my niece's bra and panty."
"Sure," I said trying to sound calm.
Charlotte moved to undo the lid and I said, "I can do that!"
Perhaps a little too quickly and loudly.
"Its OK dear, they are such lovely things. This bra and panty set are among her favorites." While she said this she slowly removed the top. I sat down on my bed and held my breath hoping that she wouldn't notice the stitches Linda had applied to the lace of the panty, or the slight smudge on the side of the bra. Charlotte unfolded the tissue paper liner and took out the neatly folded bra and panty. She put down the bra and held up the panty. She seemed to be lost in a reverie. I imagined her thinking about her niece."
"Very sweet panties. Very hard to find lace like this." She was about to fold it up when she suddenly took a start and looked more closely at the panty.
I began quaking in fear. Charlotte slowly turned toward me, and then picked up the bra to look at it. She held it up and almost immediately noticed the smudge. She looked at me with what appeared to be great pain.
"I'm sorry!," I cried.
"Not another word," Charlotte quietly hissed.
"It wasn't my fault!"
"We'll deal with this latter, when we get back."
"Charlotte, you got it all wrong!"
"To think that I lent you one of my niece's loveliest bras and panties and you ruined them!"
She was seething with anger. Almost choking for breath, she glared at me and her face which had been so pretty a moment before formed a snarl.
"Charlotte!"
"Not another word. Just you wait until we get back from the airport!" Charlotte turned around quickly and then turned around quickly again. "Be ready to leave in one minute." She snatched up the bra and panty. "These are only good for the garbage," and she threw them into my garbage can, and left the room.
Riding the elevator down to the street, I did my best to hold back my tears. Ethel was waiting for us in the lobby of the building. I had never seen her dressed so prettily. She had on a light blue dress with a tight fitting bodice and her hair was nicely done up. She was smiling and greeted me with a hug. If she figured out that I was upset about something, she didn't let on to me. There hadn't been enough time for Charlotte to tell her how I'd ruined the bra and panty, though I was sure that Charlotte would drag her into it at the first opportunity.
I thought I ought to tell Lei what had happened, but there was no real opportunity with Charlotte fussing over her and her luggage. I also didn't want to spoil things for Lei. What could she do anyway? My best strategy was to have a nice talk with my mom that afternoon. Maybe I could get her to say something to Charlotte. Charlotte would probably tell her how awful I'd been. But I hadn't been awful! I'd have to let her know everything that happened at Linda's, how Mike had been out of control.
It took no time at all to get a cab. Charlotte ordered me to sit up front with the driver while she, Ethel and Lei sat in the back. Besides the fact it was neat to sit next to the driver, I felt a great sense of relief that I wouldn't have to contend with Charlotte for a few hours. By then, she probably would have lost some of her anger, at least I hoped she would.
At the departure gate for Lei's flight, I felt sad leaving her and did my best to hold back tears which I felt building behind my eyes. Lei squeezed me extra tight, and whispered in my ear that she loved me and was going to write me a lot, and that I had better write her as often as possible. The last thing she said was, "you remember what I told you about mom and dad's friends, right?"
"Uh, hunh."
"Don't be a martyr."
"What does that mean?"
"A martyr. Being too brave and then suffering. You know that to make an overseas call, dial 011 then the country code."
"Yeah, I can figure it out."
One final embrace and then she gave a hug to Charlotte and then Ethel and the next moment she was on the plane. As soon as she was out of sight, Charlotte used her head to indicate to me that it was time to go.
"Can't we wait until the plane takes off?"
"No. We've got a lot to take care of. Come on," and she turned away to begin walking back. I followed behind Charlotte and Ethel as they headed back through the terminal to find a taxi. They were walking quickly and I began lagging behind. Charlotte stopped and turned around and waited for me to catch up. When I came abreast of her, she gave me a severe look and said, "this is the one and only time I will tell you. Keep up with me, don't lag behind. Do you understand?"
"OK, Charlotte, but I can't walk fast in these jeans. I can't take as big a step as I can in my Lee jeans."
She looked at me contemptuously. "Keep up, I am warning you."
"If I try and walk fast in these girls jeans I feel like I'm walking like a girl."
"You walk like a girl even without the jeans," Charlotte said sharply, turned away and started walking briskly.
"What do you mean by that?" I said, feeling both anger and fear at the same time. She was moving away and I ran to keep up. Charlotte ignored me. It was not easy to walk so fast. I felt like my hips were swiveling. I had to continually take a few running steps to keep up with them.
When we reached the taxi stand and got in line to wait for a cab, Ethel asked Charlotte what had happened.
"The bra and panty that Greg borrowed are ruined, and he's is going to regret the day he was born."
"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" I felt a bolt of anxiety run through my stomach to my groin.
Ethel was aghast. "Greg, I can't believe you'd do such a thing!"
"It wasn't my fault!"
Charlotte said, "I told you to keep quiet. I'll deal with it back in the apartment."
"But!" I said. Charlotte raised her hand as if to slap me and I shut up immediately.
"Quiet!" she said.
Ethel looked at me with what appeared to be compassion. Her eyes seemed to be saying that it would be all right. That I wouldn't get hurt by Charlotte. Charlotte's anger would blow over.
It didn't take long until we reached the head of the line and were ushered toward a cab.
"Can I sit in the front?" I asked Charlotte. She gave me an icy stare and said, "get in the back, after Ethel." Ethel had opened the door and was sliding into the back seat.
I followed in behind Ethel. Charlotte got in after me so I was sandwiched between the two of them. She gave the cabbie the address of her apartment and we sped off. I shifted my position so I was slightly closer to Ethel.
The trip back took forever. There was bumper to bumper traffic on the Van Wyck Expressway. Charlotte seemed to be rigid. She ignored me completely and no one talked. Ethel, on the other hand I sensed to be warm and inviting and I felt myself imperceptively moving closer to her till our hips touched and my leg lay alongside her dress. I turned toward her and saw she was staring out of the window with a frown. If she could see me out of her peripheral vision she didn't let on. I felt a great urge to cry or to get her comfort or something. Finally the taxi broke free of the traffic and it wasn't long until we were crossing the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan. I felt my heart racing and I turned toward Charlotte and whispered, "I'm really sorry. It was an accident."
I saw her lip curl and slightly bunch up. A suppressed scowl.
She gave me a sharp glance and said only, "sshh."
"You're not going to hurt me, are you? Please don't!" I asked in a very tiny voice. She ignored me.
The cab stopped in front of the building and in a minute the three of us were riding the elevator up to Charlotte's apartment. I started shaking a little as I got out on her floor. I could smell spaghetti sauce someone was making in another apartment. Outside her door as she fumbled for her keys, I said again, "you won't hurt me Charlotte? I didn't mean to do anything. It was an accident." I started crying now, and Charlotte grabbed me by the upper arm and quickly moved into the apartment. I was now crying hard and Charlotte said, "shut up. I'm calling Lillian."
Ethel got me a Kleenex and I blew my nose and calmed down. My imagination was running away with me, I thought, and then I even broke out into a smile of relief at the thought of being able to talk to my mom.
I sat on the sofa next to Charlotte and she dialed the number in England. After a couple of rings she said, "Lillian? Hi, its Charlotte!" Her voice was relaxed and warm. My mother must have made a little joke since Charlotte gaily laughed. "How's everything?" she asked. She listened intently to my mom's reply, punctuated it every so often with an "uh hunh" or "really." After a few minutes she said, "I put Lei on the plane this morning. She's very excited about going and sends her love!"
She listened for a short while and then said, "he's fine. Its a pleasure having him. No, no trouble at all. He's been very helpful with making dinner and cleaning up. He's very anxious to speak to you. Here let me put him on." Charlotte gave me the phone and said, "everything's great there. Say hi to your mom."
I had never been so excited at hearing my mom's voice.
"Hi, mom!"
"Hi, Greg! I'm so glad to hear your getting along there!"
"Yeah," I said with feigned enthusiasm.
"I'm so proud of you helping out Charlotte with the house cleaning . And you're learning to cook?"
"I've been helping Ethel make dinner. Mostly I make the salad."
"You'll have to show your father and me everything you've learned!"
"Uh, hunh."
"And you've been enjoying the summer program at NYU? How's your professor and your research?"
"He's really great, and I love the work I'm doing. I've also met that girl Linda down at a cafe. And she invited me to her apartment to meet some of her friends. She's really nice!"
After a couple of minutes, my dad came on the line. "How's my son!"
"Great dad!"
"Is that Charlotte driving you crazy!"
"You bet."
"I'm not a bit surprised. The secret of dealing with her is just never forget to salute her!" It was clear my dad was making a joke. I could hear my mom in the background admonishing him to not be cruel to Charlotte.
"I've already been court-marshaled," I said.
I could hear my dad laughing uproariously, and then he repeated the joke to my mom. "You men!" she said and then to my dad, "remind him to keep on behaving himself."
"Your mom wants you to behave yourself."
"I've been a little gentleman."
"That's my boy. We're having a great time. I've shown your mother Carnaby street. She bought you a crazy rubber pot with a silly head on it. You'll love it."
"Thank her for me. I miss you both a lot."
"We miss you too. Next summer we'll all go here together. You'll love it!"
We talked a few more minutes, and then my mom got back on and said she loved and missed me and really couldn't wait until the end of the summer to see me again. I told her I loved her and then hung up.
Charlotte, who had gone into her bedroom while I was on the phone, came back into the room. I started to get up and she glared at me and told me to continue sitting. It suddenly occurred to me that Charlotte had never asked my mom about my underwear, like she said she would.
"I'm really sorry Charlotte," I said again for what seemed the tenth time. "I'll use my allowances to buy a new bra and panty for your niece!"
"Sit still until Ethel gets here."
She went back into her bedroom leaving me alone in the large living room. I should have just blurted out the truth to my mom and dad. I don't know what stopped me. Maybe it was because Charlotte had sounded so warm on the phone. I could have just said, that Charlotte had hurt me and had stolen my underwear. If she so much as even touched me now, I'd definitely call back to London!
Ethel came back in the living room and sat down a few seats away from me, and then Charlotte came back in. She was carrying a black patent leather belt.
"What's the belt for?" I said in panic.
"Shut up," Charlotte said. She began pacing back and forth in front of me.
I turned to Ethel and said, "Ethel, what's she going to do with the belt?"
Ethel looked at me gravely and said, "Charlotte told you not to speak, Greg. The least you can do under the circumstances is keep quiet."
"But, Ethel!" I said pleadingly.
Charlotte said, "you only may speak when spoken to. Now shut up, or you'll certainly see the belt."
I slunk down on the sofa as far as I could and got my hands ready in case I had to protect myself. Charlotte continued to pace. Her arms were slightly clenched and the outlines of her biceps were noticeable. First chance I get I'm going to begin working out lifting weights, I thought. Stupidly, I keep thinking about doing it, but I never do it. I bet there is a gym at NYU I can use.
Charlotte stopped in front of me. I raised my head a little, but was afraid to look at her face. My eyes took in her prominent breasts which seemed to overwhelm the fabric of her pink blouse. I remembered back to the cab ride when my head had been inches from her breasts and I had been able to peek inside her blouse and see her slip and her breasts just rising out of her bra. And then the magic of her thumb in my mouth. I wished I could throw myself on her and put my face in her breasts and then maybe she would forgive me. She must have some maternal instinct, I thought. But she just hates men. She's a man hater and there is nothing I can do about it. A closet man hater. My mom and dad obviously had no idea.
Charlotte seemed to be gripping the belt with tremendous force. "There have been some very nice and surprisingly good things about your stay here," Charlotte started. "You have quickly adapted to my need for cleanliness and you have become proficient in keeping your room pretty and in cleaning the rest of the apartment. And from everything I hear from Ethel, you have been exemplary in the kitchen. We both think you have the right instincts in these areas."
I wanted to tell her thank you but decided I had better not speak.
"On the other hand, you have been whiney and difficult about your curfew and other things. In fact, on anything that you don't get your way, you get impossibly cranky and have to be disciplined. My God, your think of yourself as a young adult, but young adults don't address their elders with such disregard for their position. I assure you that when I offered to Lillian to take you in, I never dreamed for a moment that you would be anything but entirely respectful!"
"Charlotte," I started to say.
"SHUT UP," Charlotte shouted and took a step toward me and raised the belt.
I let out a small cry and covered my head with my hands and began sobbing, "don't hit me."
"SHUT UP," Charlotte shouted again, and I kept quiet.
My nose was running and I started to wipe it on the shoulder of my shirt.
"Get him a tissue, Ethel. I've never seen such a thing."
Ethel got up and came back in a minute with some tissues which she put into my hand. I blew my nose and wiped my eyes.
"If the outbursts are now over I'll continue," Charlotte said scornfully. I nodded my head, and she said, "good."
"As I was saying, I expected that you would be respectful. But it did not turn out way. I've thought about it over night and I've decided on a new strategy. Since I don't have the time to point out to you where and when you need to be respectful, I will instead make sure that you are respectful every minute of every day even without me saying anything. She held the black belt up and moved it suggestively toward me. We have a long summer ahead of us and I am now completely confident that you will be nothing but respectful." Charlotte swung the belt hard so it hit her other hand, making a loud crackling sound. I jumped slightly and kept my eyes glued to the belt. If she so much as hit me I would call the police! "Ethel is a witness, Greg. No more discussion about your complaints. Now, I just go for my belt and end the discussion right then and there. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head up and down.
"I want to hear it out loud."
"Yes, I understand," I said dejectedly and with a hint of malice.
"Say, 'yes, ma'am' or 'yes, Aunt Charlotte.' That is how a really polite boy would address me."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, and I thought, 'Aunt Charlotte?' where in the world did she get that from, I'd be happy to call her 'asshole Charlotte.'
"I know what your thinking Greg. Just remember what I said."
"Yes, ma'am." I'll just 'yes, ma'am' her until I drive her crazy!
"Now I want you to summarize what you have learned."
"What?"
The black belt came flying toward me and hit the seat next to me.
I yelled out, "what, ma'am! I'm sorry ma'am."
"Tell me what you now understand I said."
"You said, that you'll hit me with the belt if I argue with you or whine about things you tell me."
"And why is that?"
"Because children are supposed to respect their elders?"
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"Because children are supposed to be polite."
"Good, Greg. I think I may have finally broken through your stubborn teenage self-absorption, to the point where I hope you now better understand the ground rules. Have I?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"If I have to argue with you, I'll just get the black belt, which I'm going to keep on a hook in the kitchen, and I'll pull down your pants and thrash you."
"I'm sure that will never happen, Charlotte," Ethel broke in.
"Will it honey?"
"Of course not, ma'am, I mean, Aunt Ethel." I said, reeling with shock at the meanness of Charlotte. What did she think, that we lived in the middle ages?
"Your a quick learner, Greg." Charlotte said.
"Thank you, ma'am," I said, confused, as the implications of the discussion began to sink in.
"Now I want to talk about my niece's bra and panty." I sensed a change in Charlotte's voice. It got a bit huskier. Like she was feeling some emotion. You had no business wearing her panties. If you needed to feel pretty, I suppose that Ethel and I could have bought you some pretty panties of your very own, though I would have first had to ask Lillian for permission. As I said before, she is worried about your dressing up in her bra."
"Charlotte!" I interrupted, and then said, "please Aunt Charlotte may I speak?"
"No, not until I'm done."
"Sorry, ma'am."
"That's much better, Greg. Now, what was I saying?"
Ethel broke in, "you were mentioning how Lillian was worried about his sneaking on her bra."
"Yes, thank you Ethel. I think a certain amount of this is normal. Probably lots of little boys play with their mom's clothes. Why? I guess its because when they were babies they wore pretty clothes, and their mommy's clothes remind them of when they were babies. Certainly, my nieces ruffly panties might appeal to your wish to be a baby again, I don't know."
Charlotte paused, and Ethel leaned over towards me and said in a soothing voice, "do you want to be baby?"
I looked at Charlotte and said, "may I speak?"
Charlotte looked at me and I said quickly, "Aunt Charlotte. May I speak, Aunt Charlotte?"
"Yes, Greg, whenever Ethel or I ask you a question you may speak."
"Ethel, I don't want to be a baby!"
"Aunt Ethel," Charlotte said sharply.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte." Flustered, I paused a minute and then said, "Aunt Ethel, I didn't wear my mom's bra to be a baby. or, Aunt Charlotte, your nieces panties. I thought they were a lot prettier than the other panties you bought me. I was feeling scared that night, with you ladies talking about killing men. I thought if I wore the panties, you wouldn't kill me!"
"Kill you!" Charlotte said. "Kill you? What kind of monsters do you think we are?"
"Well I didn't really think..."
"I know I'm sometimes strict with you and from your point of view you may think that I've hurt you, but believe me Greg, it will do you a lot more good in the long run to learn how to be respectful to your betters."
"I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte."
"If you were afraid of us, instead of rushing to wear pretty panties to find comfort and protection, you could have taken a more manly approach. Well I suppose you would have to know something about being a man."
"What, Aunt Charlotte?" I said, hurtfully.
"Greg, you wear panties everyday now and Mudd jeans because you're not worried about being manly. Its not an issue for you. You're accepting of your gentler side, the side that takes comfort in panties. Or your mom's bra. You saw it there on the hook in the bathroom. It represented a great comfort for you. A way to not have to be manly that day. If you could just wear girls clothes everyday, you would find the comfort there that you're afraid to try and get as a man."
I listened absolutely astonished at this speech. It seemed so incredibly cruel that I started crying again and buried my face in the sofa. I heard Ethel say, "Charlotte, that was a bit mean. The boy is just fifteen."
"I know what your saying Ethel, but we do have to face the facts in front of us. Most boys would never have found a temptation in my nieces panties. Not like Greg did, and just within a few days of moving in here. Lord knows how many times he wears his mom's bras and what other sneaky things he does at home. Lillian was very lucky to catch on early and stop his chances."
"But what's so wrong Charlotte if he plays dress up?"
"What's wrong is that he ended up ruining my nieces favorite bra and panty! All because he sneaks around in the dark being a baby or finding comfort in his mommy's clothes, or whatever. God, I think that Lillian would be so upset if she knew all this!"
Hearing that I sat up and with tears streaming down my face and said, "you won't tell my mom about the panties and bra? Aunt Charlotte! I'll buy new ones!"
"Enough, Greg. Your tears are getting to be a real irritation.
You cry as often as a little girl."
"Charlotte!"Ethel said.
"I'm sorry Greg. Ethel is right, I shouldn't be mean. Now I want you to tell me everything you have done. I don't want any secrets."
"Everything about what, Aunt Charlotte?"
"About your playing dress up."
"I haven't done anything more, ma'am," I said.
Charlotte raced over to me and roughly turned me over. I saw her arm go up in the air with the black belt and I tried to get my hand to block my rear end. She was quicker and stronger than me and before I could do anything I felt the crack of the belt on my butt. Luckily my jeans softened the blow. "Now what in God's name did we just get through talking about?" Charlotte yelled. "I'll hit you again with your pants down if you so much as dare to lie to me again. And stop your goddamn tears! Ethel get some more tissues. Get the whole box!"
"I'm sorry, Charlotte, Aunt Charlotte, ma'am, I won't lie any any more!"
"Good, Greg. Now, lets blow your nose and get settled. Now you will tell us about your dressing up."
After a few more minutes of sobbing and blowing my nose, I finally composed myself enough to talk.
"Well, Aunt Charlotte, umm," Charlotte stared down at me making it hard to concentrate. "I guess I wore my mom's bra a bunch of times. You see, I saw it in the bathroom like every few days, for a long time. And then one time I sort of realized she left it there on a hook after she had taken a bath. Then one day, I just felt like wearing it a little."
I paused, not knowing what else to say. "Wearing it a little? What do you mean by that?," Charlotte said, "what did you do while wearing the bra?"
"I looked in the mirror at myself."
Charlotte raised the belt and took a step toward me, "tell Ethel and me exactly everything you did."
"But Aunt Charlotte!" I said, and before I knew it Charlotte roughly grabbed my shoulder and swivelled me around on the sofa and pressed me against it. She grabbed hard onto my jeans at the back above my bottom and started to try and tug them down off me. "CHARLOTTE, AUNT CHARLOTTE!" I screamed. With the button holding the jeans from the front she couldn't budge them. She yelled at Ethel, "undo his button."
"CHARLOTTE, I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AT MYSELF IN THE BRA!"
Ethel came over to me. "PLEASE AUNT ETHEL, HELP ME!"
"I'm sorry Greg, but Aunt Charlotte is right. She can't very well talk to you if you purposefully lie."
With Charlotte pinning me down, Ethel undid my belt buckle and then the top button of my jeans. Then Charlotte took a huge tug and the jeans came down off my backside with a loud ripping sound as the zipper tore.
"I MASTURBATED WHILE LOOKING AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR IN MY MOM'S BRA, DON'T HIT ME, DON'T HIT ME!"
Charlotte let out a mighty swing of her belt and hit me on my panties. "NO'!" I screamed. Charlotte raised her arm as if to strike me again and Ethel said, "Charlotte, don't do that. I'm absolutely sure Greg now understands."
"YES, AUNT CHARLOTTE!" I agreed. Charlotte held back and let me go. I put my hand to my backside and felt the sore spot. Surely a welt would form, but the pain was not too severe. I supposed it had been hard to get a clear shot as I had struggled. With my jeans around my ankles, I sat on the sofa in my panties and blew my nose.
"Greg, do you see what I mean by not giving me your constant "buts" and arguments and all the other teenage insolence which I am not going to tolerate?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said.
"Pull up your jeans," Charlotte said. I stood up and pulled them up.
"That's what happens when your insolent. You can change later to your other pair."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry."
"Sit down."
Ethel came over and sat down next to me, and put her arm over my shoulder. "Are you OK, Greg, honey?"
"Yes, Aunt Ethel."
"So as you were saying, you put on your mom's bra and watched yourself masturbate in the mirror," Ethel said.
"Yes, ma'am, I know its disgusting. That was why I didn't want to say anything."
Charlotte cut me off and said, "what did you see in the mirror?"
"I looked at the bra mostly. I liked to look at it."
Charlotte kept staring at me and I continued, "I liked the straps over my shoulders and I would turn sideways and look at the strap going around my back."
"Is that all?"
"Do you mean all that I did in the mirror? Or about other things, Aunt Charlotte?"
"No, continue now with your mom's bra. You like to look at yourself wearing the bra."
"I guess I really did like it. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to need it. I'd sometimes stuff my socks in the cups and then I liked pretending I had breasts."
"Pretending you were a girl?" Ethel said.
"Yes, I suppose I was pretending I was a girl."
"So your wanting to feel pretty, or to see what it felt like to be pretty was really because you want to pretend to be a girl who feels pretty?"
"I guess so Aunt Charlotte."
"Greg, why do you think you might want to be a girl?," Ethel said.
"Its only when I wear the bra, not other times," I said. "Sometimes I think about wanting to be a girl. Not every day. I think that maybe I'm jealous of girls. In fact..." I stopped short.
"Go ahead, Greg," Charlotte said.
"Well I don't know how to say this, but I guess I was always jealous of your giving Lei a lot of pretty clothes."
"How sweet," Ethel said, "he really adores you, Charlotte."
"What Aunt Ethel?" I said perplexed.
"Greg, if you were jealous of Charlotte's attention to Lei, it could only be because you wanted Charlotte's attention for yourself. Maybe you've had a crush on her?"
This seemed crazy, but I noticed Charlotte softening a little toward me and I said, "Charlotte, I've always liked you." I felt my heart tense a little. It was a strange feeling.
"Have you wanted to wear my bra?" Charlotte said?
"I haven't thought about it, Aunt Charlotte, ma'am, but..."
"Go ahead, Greg, we're interested," Charlotte said.
"Do you remember the taxi ride when I was pushed against you?"
"Yes."
"Well, I could see your bra through a gap in your blouse, and I thought it was pretty. That's the only time I've seen your bra, and, so, I wouldn't have been thinking about it. Not like my mom's or Lei's."
"Lei's" Charlotte said, "I thought I told you to say everything!"
"I was going to Aunt Charlotte, I just didn't get a chance yet," my voice was filled with alarm and I was expecting the belt to come at me again.
"Its, OK, Greg," Ethel said, "you're doing your best and you're doing a very good job. Tell Charlotte about Lei's bra."
"It was the day after we had gone shopping. The day I got my Mudd jeans and my panties. I was home alone and I saw Lei's bras, and..."
"Wait a minute," Charlotte cut me off. How did you just see her bras?"
"I sneaked into her bedroom and saw them there, and I thought they were real pretty and I put one on. I had already been looking through my mom's dresser drawer. She had so many bras and slips and girdles and things I couldn't figure out and then I saw an envelope which I was curious about and inside I found a bra and a picture of Lei wearing it and it said that it was her first bra. Aunt Charlotte, I don't know why but I felt sad that my mom had never gotten me a first bra."
"I should think she would never get you a bra!" Charlotte said. "You see Ethel, we've known just the tip of the iceberg with Greg's dressing up."
"But, Aunt Charlotte," I said tentatively, "that's all that I did, except I'm afraid I masturbated wearing Lei's bra and slip. But I'll never ever do it again! I promise!"
Ethel cut in, "Greg! Don't make promises you can't keep. Do you want Charlotte to get the belt?"
"No Aunt Ethel, I'm sorry, I mean that I'll try as hard as I can not to do that anymore!"
"Greg, go fetch my niece's bra and panty that are in the garbage can," Charlotte said.
I was about to ask her why and then stopped myself. I got up and said, "yes ma'am" and went to my room, picked up the bra and panty and carried them back to the living room, and sat down.
"I'm going to give these to you," Charlotte said, "I know you love the panties. The bra is your first bra. You haven't worn it, have you?"
"Oh, no, Aunt Charlotte!" I said, "but I don't want to have your niece's bra and panties. I mean I don't want to be a girl! Honestly, Aunt Charlotte! I just want sometimes to pretend to be a girl and I promise that I'll try and stop that!"
"Put on the bra, I want to see if it fits," Charlotte said.
I could feel my face flushing with blood and I tried to think of a way to refuse.
"Aunt Charlotte?"
"Yes, Greg."
"I don't mean to sound disrespectful or anything, but I don't think that I should. Your niece might resent it or something. I already ruined it, and she might feel hurt if it just became mine."
Ethel got up and walked over next to me, "Greg, you've been through a lot today and Charlotte and I don't want that anything more should happen to you."
"I'm sorry Aunt Ethel. I'm not joking around, I mean it seriously, Charlotte's niece could say I ruined her bra just so I could get it!"
"That's stupid, Greg," Ethel said.
"My niece wants you to have it," Charlotte said.
"OK, OK," I said a bit insolently, and then immediately said, "thanks so much, I mean its kind of you to give me her bra, I guess."
"Try it on, Greg, Ethel and I want to see how it fits."
I slowly pulled my tee shirt up over my head, and put it down on the sofa next to me. With the ladies watching I organized the bra to put it on. I don't know where it came from, but it suddenly crossed my mind to ask a question of Charlotte. "Aunt Charlotte," I said.
"What, Greg?" Charlotte asked, as I arranged the bra behind my back and pulled the two ends around my waist to clip together in front of me. "Look Ethel, he's had some experience."
"Aunt Charlotte," I said as I moved the bra cups around to the front and began putting my arms through the straps, "what's your niece's name?"
I sensed Ethel freezing in place and the room grew eerily quiet. I was wearing the bra now and it felt a bit chilly in the air-conditioned apartment with just a bra on. I glanced up at Charlotte's face and then immediately away. I noticed that a tear had formed in each of her eyes.
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