Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 10
Charlotte stood up and walked over to the window and looked out, with her back towards me. The sudden silence was disturbing and I felt regret for having hurt her. I looked over at Ethel and saw that she was looking at Charlotte. Her expression was one of apprehension and I cursed inwardly at my stupidity for putting our friendship in jeopardy. Ethel was twisted in her seat in such a way that her blue dress was tightened against her breasts and I watched as some creases appeared and disappeared between her breasts as she breathed. The hem of her dress was slightly pulled up exposing a small section of white slip that lay against her stockinged thigh. I glanced down her legs at the swell of her calves, her delicate ankles and the seams at the end of her pantyhose where they appeared in her open toed shoes.
Ethel turned towards me and said, "her name is Vickie."
It took me a second to realize she was referring to Charlotte's niece. "That's a pretty name," I said, after struggling to think of something to say.
I was sure that Charlotte could hear the exchange, but she did not turn around or say anything.
"Come over here and I'll check the fit of your bra," Ethel said.
I hesitated, then thought better than to make a fuss and walked to her, stood in front of her and said, "I feel funny wearing a bra out here."
"I'm not surprised," Ethel said and frowned slightly. "Now lean forward and scrunch your shoulders."
As I did so, she took the bra by its underwire and moved it gently back and forth and let go. "It fits fine, Greg. It sits on you well enough. I suppose if you were a girl, it would be a pretty good choice of bra for your body type."
I blushed and said, "I didn't know that. I mean that it matters what kind of bra a girl wears." Ethel looked at me, and slightly shook her head, and I said nervously, "I thought that any bra would be OK, I guess if it was big enough, you know."
"Its not really important for you to know that, is it?" Ethel said.
"No, I guess not, Aunt Ethel."
"You should get out of those torn jeans. Go on ahead to your bedroom and put on your other jeans, and you might as well put on the matching panties. Then you can show Charlotte how nice the ensemble looks."
"But, Aunt Ethel," I whispered.
"Go run along, Greg," Ethel said with finality, and I picked up the ruffly panties where they lay on the sofa and walked awkwardly to my bedroom.
In the room I closed the door and sat down on the bed and took off my jeans. I was wearing just the bra and my usual panties. I felt a strong impulse to take off the bra and reached behind my back and undid the clasp and took it off. I held the bra in my hand for a second thinking what to do and then I heard what sounded like a footstep outside my door and I raced to put the bra back on as fast as possible. No one knocked, however. I then slipped out of my panties and put on the ruffly ones and stood up and walked over to the mirror and starred at the lace and the pink flowers on the bra, and especially noticed the wedge-like outline it made against my bare skin where it dipped down between my breasts. I could see the vague outlines of my nipples through the lacy cups that billowed out loosely with no breasts to fill them. I noticed a slight pressure against my sides where the bra strap held me and turned sideways to see how the bra went around my side to my back. It was nice that the bra had pink flowers. Pink was definitely my favorite color.
I thought about Linda and Audrey and the other girls and I laughed inwardly thinking that Mike would never know how right he was about me. But that was all crazy. I'd rather be dating Linda or one of the other girls, and they'd think me really sick if they knew I wore bras, and they'd be really disgusted with my ruffly panties. Lei would be real pissed at me and probably would even yell at me and I felt guilty at the thought of my mom and dad finding out about it. I listened carefully and heard a murmur of voices in the living room. I guessed that Ethel was trying to smooth things over with Charlotte. I thought of taking some of my panties out of the dresser and filling the bra cups with them. If I had enough time I would run to the bathroom. But it was too risky. Anyway, I would have the bra later that night when I was alone. I guess I just had better be a model child for Charlotte and then maybe it would be a nice summer. I reached in my dresser drawer and took out two panties and gathered them together and stuffed them into my left bra cup. I took out two more and did the same for the right cup. I went back to the mirror and preened in front of it. The bra was so much prettier than my mom's or Lei's. Having the panties stuffed in the cups seemed to make it fit better. I heard a soft knock on the door, and I said in panic, "just a minute!" I raced to take out the panties and put them back in the drawer. Ethel came in just as I was done, but the panty pile in the drawer was all askew. With feigned deliberation I arranged the panty pile perfectly while Ethel watched me, and then shut the dresser drawer. It seemed obvious what I had been up to and I felt hot in my cheeks and across my chest as if I had entered a sauna.
"Good lord, Greg, you were in here for just a second, and what are you thinking? Falsies!?"
Mortified I said, "I'm sorry Aunt Ethel, I guess I just wanted to see what it felt like with...you know...I was..."
"Curious?"
"Yes, Aunt Ethel," I imagined that my entire body was scarlet.
"You're a crazy mixed up boy, Greg."
"Aunt Ethel, I..."
"Look, Greg, you don't have to call me Aunt Ethel except in front of Charlotte. I won't be insulted if you call me Ethel."
She stood in front of me and gently used her hand to nudge my chin up so our eyes met. "You're a crazy mixed up boy, Greg, but I don't want you to feel badly about yourself, and neither does Charlotte." I felt tears coming and fought to hold them back. Ethel put her arms around me and held me. My face pushed against her neck and I felt her bosom push against me just above my bra. Her hand was across my back and I felt her fingers gently touching the bra strap on my back. It felt weird to be almost naked and held by someone wearing clothes.
"I don't know why I did it Ethel, I like wearing the bra and I hate wearing the bra and I just thought that I wanted to see what the bra looked like if it were full."
"I don't think its a good idea for you to do that outside the bedroom."
"I wasn't going to do that in front of Charlotte."
"Good, Greg." She took my hand in hers and said, "lets go out and show Charlotte how pretty the outfit is. OK?"
"What about my jeans?"
"You might as well show her the ensemble. I also want to hear you thank her for it!"
Without waiting for an answer, she took my hand and led me to the living room where Charlotte was now seated on the sofa. I thought I saw a slight redness in Charlotte's eyes as proof that she had been crying but it might just be my imagination. There also was what I thought was a glint of anger in each corner of her lips.
"Doesn't it fit splendidly?" Ethel asked Charlotte when she had brought me to stand in front of her.
"He does have a nice body for the bra," Charlotte said, and then asked, "is it comfortable?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
Ethel said, "Greg?"
"Oh, Aunt Charlotte," I hesitated, and then said, "I want to thank you for the bra and panty, and I'm real sorry that I ruined them for Vickie."
"I'll be happy if this will at least keep you away from Vickie's things for the rest of the summer!"
"Oh, of course Aunt Charlotte, I'll never touch any of her things again!"
"And I assume you'll be discrete about wearing your bra and confine it to inside the apartment, at least until I hear directly from Lillian that she doesn't mind your dress up games."
"Why should you tell her, Aunt Charlotte?" I said in horror.
"Because she has a mother's right to know who her son really is."
"But, Aunt Charlotte!" I said with all the constraint I could muster.
"And I expect you to make sure that none of your sexual acts leaves any visible trace in the bathroom or bedroom."
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, of course!"
"Look at me, Greg."
"I'm looking, Aunt Charlotte."
"If you so much as touch any more of my nieces clothes, or leave any mess in the bathroom or bedroom, you can't imagine how much you'll regret it."
I looked down at the ground and silently battled tears which I could feel forming behind my eyes.
"Greg, did you hear me?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said.
"Repeat it back to me one time."
"You said I shouldn't wear your niece's clothes, ma'am. If I did you'd beat me."
"And what is the last part of what I said?"
"You know, Aunt Charlotte, about not making a mess in the bathroom."
"Good, Greg."
"But I don't see why you have to tell my mom, Aunt Charlotte. I didn't ask you for the bra and I'm only wearing it now because you wanted to see how it fit me. She'll want to come home."
"You're entirely missing the point, Greg. The problem is that you WANT to wear bras. It makes me more than a little nervous to think that Lillian doesn't know the whole truth about you, though I partly agree with you that maybe she wouldn't want to know. What mother wants to know that her son sneaks around inside her dresser trying on her clothes. The poor dear was suspicious that you were wearing her bras in the bathroom, so she made them less obvious by putting them in the hamper."
"Please, Aunt Charlotte."
"She thinks it ended right there, but now we know that you even fetched her bras from the hamper and even wore her slips."
"I only wore Lei's slip, not my mom's, Aunt Charlotte."
"Don't be facetious."
"What do you mean?" I said trying to hide a quaver in my voice.
Charlotte's face relaxed and she took in a deep breath. "Look Greg, are you sure you want to pursue this with me?"
"Pursue what, Aunt Charlotte?" I said fearfully.
"Greg, why do you want to dress in your moms clothes? Or be jealous of your sister and her first bra. I'll bet you're planning to be alone with your bra and panties. Am I right?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"I caught him stuffing his bra with panties," Ethel added.
"Ethel! Aunt Ethel!" I said as if betrayed.
"Greg honey, no harm done, its what any girl would do when she gets her first bra. I did it, many years ago, and I'll bet that Charlotte did it as well."
"But I'm not..."
"A girl?" Charlotte finished the sentence for me. "So where does this end? How far are you going to go?"
"I don't know, Aunt Charlotte."
"You wore Lei's slip, do you want one of your own?"
"Well, I don't have to have one, Aunt Charlotte."
"But if you could have it, you'd want it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And what about a dress? Do you want a dress?"
"I've never worn a dress Aunt Charlotte!"
"I didn't ask if you've worn one, I asked if you want one, say like the pretty one Ethel is wearing. Do you want to wear a dress like Ethel's?"
"What are you trying to do to me Aunt Charlotte?" I said exasperated.
"Do to you? I'm not doing anything to you. Think about the question and tell me the truth."
"Well, I suppose I would like to wear a dress to see what it was like. Just to feel that, but not to wear a dress everyday. Aunt Charlotte you know that I don't want to be a girl, I don't want to always be dressed like a girl. I know I'm a boy!"
"Do you know? What about pantyhose, do you want to wear pantyhose?"
"You know, like I said, I'd want to try on pantyhose, Aunt Charlotte."
"And lipstick? and makeup? and heels? and a bracelet?"
"Sure, why not!" I said facetiously with my face turning beet red. "I guess I would want to dress completely like a girl, Aunt Charlotte and Aunt Ethel, but just for myself and just for like an hour or two. I think it would be like I would discover things about girls."
"Bullshit, pardon my French," Charlotte said laughing, "you won't find out anything about girls that way. You might find out that there isn't much boy in you, however."
"I'm a boy! I know you think I'm crazy but I'm not a girl, Aunt Charlotte!"
"That's only partly true. You're not a girl in the sense of a girl who is on her way to becoming a woman. Rather I'd say you're a girl in the sense of a girl who will never be a woman."
"What does that mean, Aunt Charlotte?"
"I thought you're supposed to be very bright? A one-day Ph.D.?"
"I am, Aunt Charlotte!"
"A Ph. D. in pretty panties," Charlotte said.
"Charlotte!" Ethel interrupted, but Charlotte continued.
"And now that you finally have your own bra I bet every night is going to be taken up with getting to know your inner girl."
I starred at Charlotte with rising anger and hurt. I wanted to run away to the bedroom and get some time to think, but she'd whip me for sure. "I don't have an inner girl, Aunt Charlotte!" I said defiantly.
"After you stuffed your bra, did you have yourself a nice look in the mirror?"
"Yes."
"Well what did you see?"
"I saw Vickie's bra and panty."
"Just the bra and panty?"
"I saw myself wearing them."
"As if?"
"As if I were a girl?"
"And you felt pretty?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Should boys feel pretty?" Charlotte was looking at me like I was crazy.
"The bra and panty looked pretty, and made me feel pretty. Isn't that the same for Vickie? She likes the same kinds of clothes that I like! I mean this is the bra and panty she picked out! If she likes them why can't I?"
Charlotte let out a huge guffaw. "My point exactly, Greg. You appreciate pretty underwear the way young girls do."
"But, I'm not like Vickie."
"You don't have to tell me that. She's a lot prettier than you."
I wondered how she knew that. "Like you said, I'm not supposed to be pretty."
"True, but you wish you were, and Vickie is certainly smarter than you."
Starting to feel tears collecting in my eyes, I said, "that's a really mean thing to say about me, Aunt Charlotte." I felt tired and drained and wished I could be left alone to go back to my room. "I didn't want to stay here this summer but my mom made me. I didn't want to stay in Vickie's room but you made me. I didn't want panties and girls jeans and I didn't want to take Vickie's bra to Linda's and it wasn't my fault that Mike grabbed it from me. And I hated it when you washed my mouth out with soap and hurt my ear and whipped me."
"Punished you!" Charlotte said.
"I think that you're terribly unkind to me, Aunt Charlotte." A few tears had come down my cheek, and I wiped them away with my hand.
"If I left my slip or bra in your bathroom, you'd wear them. Am I right?" Charlotte said.
"Charlotte!," Ethel said.
"Am I RIGHT, GREG?" Charlotte insisted. 'I'll get the belt!"
"YES CHARLOTTE, I'D WEAR YOUR BRA AND SLIP!" I screamed.
"And if I had left my pretty pink girdle with stockings for you, would you be wearing them?"
"YES CHARLOTTE!" I was having trouble getting enough air.
"Ethel, go get my pink girdle, you know the one, so Greg can put it on, and the stockings too!"
"CHARLOTTE!" Ethel practically screamed. I'd never heard her voice being anywhere close to that loud before.
"Ethel, get my girdle!" Charlotte said, "I'm going to let Greg wear it!"
"NO, CHARLOTTE!" I shouted.
"AUNT CHARL..." Charlotte yelled.
"AUNT CHARLOTTE!" I yelled.
"ETHEL!" Charlotte continued.
Shaking her head, Ethel left for Charlotte's bedroom, and I screamed, "NO AUNT ETHEL! AUNT CHARLOTTE, I DON'T WANT TO WEAR YOUR GIRDLE!"
"SHUT UP!" Charlotte said. She had the belt and was moving toward where I sat, shaking and crying on the sofa. "Now, am I just a terribly unkind woman?"
"NO, AUNT CHARLOTTE."
Charlotte looked at me contemptuously. "You're a sorry excuse for a boy, Greg. I thought Lillian could do better than that."
"CHARLOTTE!" Ethel screamed from the other room, "YOU'RE BEING SADISTIC!"
"WHERE'S THE GIRDLE?" Charlotte yelled.
"I'M COMING, I'M COMING," Ethel called and she came quickly back in the room holding a pink girdle in her hand with six garters dangling from one end. In her other hand were two shear stockings. "Don't do anything cruel!"
"Ethel dear, we have to get to the bottom of this, so then he can start climbing out. He's got a lot of problems."
"PROBLEMS!" I shouted.
"SHUT UP, GREG," Charlotte said, "I'm warning you!" She took the girdle and shoved it in my face. "Ever see a girdle before?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Is this a pretty one?" Charlotte said and she held it up in front of me so I could see that it was covered with an exquisite, delicate, pink lace pattern.
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Do you want to wear my girdle?"
"I don't think so, Aunt Charlotte!"
"But you already said, you'd wear my bra, my panties, my slip.
Even a dress and make up. So why not a girdle?"
"OK, CHARLOTTE! I'LL WEAR YOUR GIRDLE!"
"But only if you want to Greg!"
"I WANT TO CHARLOTTE!"
She raised the belt and I said, "AUNT CHARLOTTE!"
"Charlotte, you're being crazy," Ethel said.
"Its for his own benefit, Ethel."
"Here, you can put it on now, Greg," Charlotte said and thrust it at me.
I took it and said, "I don't know how to put it on!"
"You step into it, Greg. Here I'll hold it up for you." Charlotte took it back and held it up and opened it so I could step into it. I put my right foot into it and then my left foot. To keep my balance I held onto Charlotte's shoulder. When the girdle was around my ankles, Charlotte started to pull it up my legs. It got as far as my lower thigh and got stuck there. "Now, you take over and pull it up over your bottom!"
I took either end of the girdle and pulled up. It took some effort to slide it up over my bottom.
"See how tight it feels, Greg?"
"Yes ma'am." I said sniffing. It was now up to my waist, and I felt my thighs thrust tightly against each other.
"Now I'll say you really do look pretty. What do you say to your Aunt Charlotte?"
"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said.
"For what?"
"For the girdle, for allowing me to wear your girdle?"
"For allowing you to be pretty!"
"For allowing me to be pretty, Aunt Charlotte!"
"That's being a good girl, Greg!"
"Charlotte!" Ethel said.
"I'm NOT a girl, Aunt Charlotte. Just cause you might force me to do things, doesn't mean.."
"Forced? Where do you get the idea that you were forced? Don't you see that you can't have your cake and eat it too! You can't claim to be a boy and wear your mom's bras every chance you get! Boys don't ever wear girdles. They can't be FORCED to wear girdles!"
"You were going to whip me!"
"Whip you? Only for lying! I never said you HAD to wear a girdle!"
"You were going to whip me if I didn't put the girdle on!"
"No, Greg, I was going to whip you if you didn't admit the truth, which was that you did want to wear the girdle! Can you tell me you don't want to wear it?"
I sat there wearing the girdle, and began crying again.
"Greg. Do you want to wear it?"
"I guess so, Aunt Charlotte! You're always right about me!"
Through my sobbing I tried to sound sarcastic.
"Greg, watch your manners, or I'll make you take off my girdle.
Anyway, stop your crying and blow your nose."
The tissue box was on the table, and I did as she said.
"Good, now you can put on your stockings. The garters might be tricky for you, but I'll help you."
Charlotte rolled up one of the stockings and put it over the toes of my right leg and then gently unrolled it up towards my thigh. "Now, watch what I do," she said as she put the stocking hem over the bottom of the garter and locked it in place with the metal clip. "Can you do that, Greg?"
Without answering I succeeded in putting on the other two garters. To get the one in back I had to twist around and raise my leg, but I got it without too much effort.
"Good, now you can put on the other stocking by yourself."
I did as she said, and when I was done I sat on the sofa next to her, in the girdle, stockings and bra. My panties were inside the girdle and not visible.
"You see, Ethel, it might seem cruel, but I think Greg is finally at the point of seeing himself clearly. Don't you Greg?"
I grunted and rolled my eyes. "Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said in a slightly sugary voice, "I guess I'm just a pretty girl who'll always be a girl."
"Greg, the belt is right here, and I hardly think I have to remind you that I have zero tolerance for insolence."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am."
"Ethel we still have a big job in front of us. We'll have to buy Greg some girdles and stockings of his own, and his own slip. We also can't have him walking around the apartment in his underwear, so we'll have to get him some skirts and tops and some dresses."
"I still don't see why you have to buy me any clothes, Aunt Charlotte!"
"Why don't you just allow Greg to play with your nieces clothes?" Ethel asked.
"That's not what I meant, Aunt Ethel!"
"Don't be silly, Ethel, I wouldn't ruin her nice clothes on him," Charlotte said.
"It wouldn't ruin her clothes," Ethel said, "they're just in the closet and she won't be needing them any time soon."
"Vickie has a real figure. I can't see how Greg would fill out her clothes very well. As you can see he's too flat chested for her bra."
"He can always wear falsies," Ethel said.
Charlotte thought about that for a second and then said, "Good idea, Ethel. Greg, go to your room and stuff your bra with some panties and come back and show us," Charlotte said.
"You already made it clear that I was never to touch Vickie's clothes again, so what is there to find out," I said.
"Maybe I'll change my mind. Go ahead and let us see you with the bra the way its supposed to look. Fill it out completely, but don't go overboard."
I reluctantly got up and walked back to my room to put on the falsies. "I have to go to the bathroom, Aunt Charlotte," I said.
"Just pull down the girdle, then your panties and sit. That's what girls have been doing for centuries. You'll figure it out!" Charlotte said.
It was more than a little strange to pee sitting down, with the girdle, stockings and panties bunched around my ankles. When I was done I realized, after thinking about it, that I had to first lift up my panties, then the girdle with the stockings attached. After flushing the toilet, I went to my dresser and this time took out three panties which I stuffed into the left bra cup and then three more in the right cup. I could see that the panties were peeking out from the bra in several spots which I corrected by carefully tucking them underneath. I also used my hands to shape the panties to be rounder looking. Gazing in the mirror, it seemed like my chest was enormous. I was more than a little astonished that I had gotten this opportunity to dress up. I prayed that Charlotte would never tell my mom. I really ought to just take it all off, I thought, when I heard Charlotte calling my name. "I'm coming!" I said nastily. She never gives me any peace!
As I walked back to the living room, while looking down at my chest, I said "Aunt Charlotte, I was able to stuff three panties into the cups." In my peripheral vision I noticed a flurry of motion, and looked up to see Ethel on the sofa, frantically waving her arms and pointing back toward my room. I didn't know what I had forgotten to take with me, and I said, "what Aunt Ethel?" At that point I had just passed far enough into the living room that I was visible from the vestibule next to the front door. I sensed that someone was there, and turned toward it to see Charlotte standing there with Linda, Audrey, Stephanie and Jenni.
"What's this Greg?" Linda said with obvious disgust, "three panties in your bra!!"
"And the girdle Linda," Audrey said, "look at the girdle and stockings!"
I screamed, and doubled over and attempted to cover myself with my hands, and ran back to my room. Out of view of the girls, I heard Charlotte say, "You see I have my hands full with Greg. His mother had no inkling about this. God, I hope she doesn't find out!"
"We'd better go," Linda said.
"He's taken to wearing my nieces bra and panty. Now it turns out he likes girdles and stockings. I don't have much experience with this sort of thing."
"C'mon Linda, lets go," Stephanie said.
"LINDA!" I called out, "WAIT!"
I raced into my bedroom and fumbled with the bra hooks and finally just pulled the bra over my head, scattering the six panties. Then I grabbed the girdle and wiggled out of it and pulled off the stockings, still attached to the girdle. I yanked off my panties, found my ripped jeans and put them on without underwear, and ran out to the living room. "LINDA!" I shouted, but when I got there, the front door was closed and Charlotte was standing there with her arms folded staring at me.
"They had to leave."
I raced around Charlotte, opened up the door and looked down the hallway, but they were gone.
"But Aunt Charlotte, why didn't you tell them the truth!"
"The truth about what, Greg?"
It was clear that the scene was amusing to her.
"How could you not warn me, at least?"
"The doorbell rang, I answered it. I had no intention of embarrassing you."
"You're happy it happened! What a HORRIBLE FUCKING thing to do to me!" I said.
Charlotte's face turned into a scowl and she stormed across the room to get her belt.
"OH NO YOU DON'T," I shouted standing erect. "HOW COULD YOU NOT WARN ME!"
"You are in deep trouble now," Charlotte said in an even voice as she came towards me.
"YOU AND YOUR FUCKING IMAGINARY VICKIE! WHY DON'T YOU SHOW ME A PICTURE OF HER?"
"NO DON'T GREG!" Ethel shouted.
"HAVEN"T GOT A PICTURE?" I said in as sarcastic and whiney voice as I could muster. "YOU'RE A NUTCASE AUNT CHARLOTTE!"
It was like I had had a gun. Charlotte's face collapsed from anger to horror and then became completely pale. She practically fell to the ground as she staggered toward her bedroom, letting out a wail. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Even from where I stood I could still hear her sobs. I imagined her lying face down across her bed.
I turned toward Ethel and said, "I'm sorry Ethel," with my own tears coming now.
"Oh boy," Ethel said, shaking her head, "I guess I could see that coming."
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