Charlotte's Niece

by Pamela

pamelapamela@hotmail.com

 

Chapter 15

I slept to noon. When I opened my eyes I could see the top of Ethel's left bra cup immediately in front of my face, and her right bra cup thrusting up out of her chest a few inches away. My right cheek was resting over the top edge of her bra and she had her arm over my shoulder and her hand rested on my waist. My own breasts were pushed up against her side and my blue nightie was partly draped over her sleeping body. My head was rising up and down slowly as she breathed and her heart beat pounded in my ear. I felt warm and toasty. I gazed intently at Ethel's breasts and bra. Her nipples were relaxed and barely visible as large dark ovals inside her bra. Like she said, her bra had just a little bit of lace edging. I wondered why she slept in her bra. Did all girls do that? Maybe she didn't want to be naked with me. I couldn't blame her for that.

Ethel shifted her position and rolled over in my direction. I shifted my head so it ended up directly in front of her bra and my face slipped into the gap between the bra cups. My lips ended up touching a little scratchy ribbon that was fixed to the bra between the cups. I felt the weight and warmth of her breasts touching my cheeks. I wondered if this was a Greg thing and not a Vickie thing. Maybe she would be mad to find me like this, but I could just say I was sleeping and did not know about it myself.

Ethel rolled over some more until she was partly on top of me now with my face pressed hard into her bra. I took my left hand and put it across her back and squeezed her gently. My fingers slid across her silky skin and over her bra strap. She stirred and suddenly jerked a little, and I guessed she was awake. I pretended to be asleep, allowing her weight to press down upon me. I heard Ethel quietly giggling. "I know you're hiding in there! Come on out!" she said, and I started to giggle as well.

"I'm sleeping," I said, and let out a big laugh.

"Here, have one of these," Ethel said, and she lifted up her bra so her right breast came out of the cup and her large soft nipple landed on my lips.

"What!" I said with surprise, my voice muffled by the weight of her breast. Her large dark brownish aureolas were hot and soft and bulged slightly outward from the white skin. They were about the same size as my open mouth and involuntarily I began suckling on the offered teat. I felt the nipple grow hard and wide in the grasp of my tongue and lips and there was a violent surge in my penis. The experience was dreamlike. Ethel's warm hand gently touched my cheek and covered my eyes. "You're such a gentle, little sucker aren't you?" she said.

I smiled and continued my pursuit of the imaginary milk in her bosom. My hand worked its way toward her front and landed gently on the bra cup holding her other breast. The nipple on this side felt hard through the soft material of the bra.

"Hungry for that side too?" Ethel said.

I murmured something unintelligible and prayed she wouldn't move. We lay like that for a few more minutes, and abruptly Ethel said, "I hear Aunt Charlotte puttering around, "we'll have to get up for breakfast. That's enough of that!" She gently pulled my lips away from her breast and lifted it back inside her bra and sat up.

I lay next to her with my lips still lightly suckling the air and my eyes closed. I opened my eyes and Ethel was staring down at me. "My don't you look pretty! And a darn site more rested than last night!"

Her comment caused a flood of memories of the previous day to rush back into my mind, and I reached out with my hands and wrapped them around her waist while putting my head in her lap. "I don't want you to ever leave me!"

"My poor little Vickie!" Ethel said and she leaned over and held me. I felt her breasts push against my back. Below, my face was lying on her panties and thighs. Breathing deeply through my nostrils, I smelt a faint musky odor, that was both pleasant and sensual.

Talking into her panties, I said, "last night was the most horrible night in my life. I didn't know that such evil people exist. Why would they try and hurt me so?"

"It was just bad luck. There are some nice people to. That lady you mentioned?"

"Yes, she was really nice. I think she wanted to help me. I just had to have asked her. But I think I was scared she'd say she couldn't."

"I was walking around looking for you everywhere! I wish that I had found you. Later, I want you to tell me the whole story. Every detail of what happened to you."

"I will, Aunt Ethel." After a pause I added, "I was so happy to see you this morning. I was hoping that you'd let me stay with you until my mom and dad got back."

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the feel of Ethel's breast in my mouth.

Had it really happened? Had I only fantasized it?

"It was such a relief to see you in the corridor," I said, "I can't tell you, and I was so happy you agreed to stay with me last night." I once again tried to conjure up the image and feel of her breast. It was less vivid than it had been even a minute ago.

"Aunt Ethel?" I said after minute.

"Yes, honey?"

"Why did Aunt Charlotte change her mind?"

"She realized she had made a mistake. She had leapt to a wrong conclusion about you. She thought you had manipulated me to make a mockery of Vickie. I had to make her understand that you were sincere."

"Well, I'm glad that she'll let me be Vickie."

"I always knew Charlotte would come to her senses."

"I want you to stay with me every night, Aunt Ethel!"

"You had such a terrible time. I wish it would have never happened!"

"So do I!"

"I'll try and stay with you as much as I can, but some days I won't be able to. Will that be OK?"

"Will you be here tonight?"

"Yes, tonight I'll stay with you again, but then I have to visit my mom for a day or two to see how she is."

"I didn't know you had a mom," I said.

"Yes, I do have one, just like you do!"

"You're teasing me, Aunt Ethel! Of course you have a mom!"

There was a knock on the door, and it opened immediately. Ethel sat up and I got up to a sitting position. Charlotte appeared dressed in a beige sleeveless pullover and matching pants. "Time for you girls to get up!"

I smiled at Charlotte and said, "good morning, Aunt Charlotte. Aunt Ethel and I are wide awake!"

"And ready for breakfast," Ethel said.

"You mean lunch," Charlotte said.

"Yes, its that late, my goodness," Ethel said.

"I laid out some clothes for you," Charlotte said, pointing to the clothes she had put out the night before. "Get washed and dressed and I'll see you in the dining room."

Charlotte left and I clambered out of bed and took a look at the outfit which I vaguely remembered Charlotte leaving for me early that morning. There was a white bra covered with pink roses, a panty, some hose, and a white top and a very light green pleated skirt. I picked up the bra to look at it and saw that it was one of the size AA bras.

"Oh Aunt Ethel, Aunt Charlotte gave me one of the little girl bras. I don't think my breasts will fit in the cups!"

Ethel came over to look. "No, they certainly won't fit."

"What can I do?" I said. "I'm afraid to ask Aunt Charlotte for a different bra. It might make her upset." The thought of her ordering me out of the apartment caused me to shiver uncontrollably. "Mayyyyyybbbbbeeeee, its a mmmmmistake Aunt Ethel?" I stuttered, " bbbbbbut I dondon't think sssssso."

Ethel looked at me intently. "I'll explain the mixup to Charlotte." She saw the alarm in my eyes and added, "I'll only ask her if there is a mixup. Just a clarification without insinuating anything."

I looked down at my full bosom in my first bra, and then at the bra Charlotte had picked out for me. They were both pretty bras, but the AA cup bra was much daintier. No underwire and covered with a pattern of pink roses and little wisps of lace here and there. "OK, Aunt Ethel, but tell her that I'm just as happy to wear the smaller bra if she prefers it. Don't make her mad."

"Don't worry," Ethel said.

She left the room for a matter of minutes while I sat on the edge of the bed, hugging my legs which were pulled up against my chest. The blue nightie was closed tightly around me and I felt that my large breasts were protected. I prayed that they wouldn't be taken away. We had been through so much already, even in just one day.

Ethel came back in the room. "Charlotte says that these breasts are much too big for you. You're not mature enough to have a figure like this."

Crestfallen, I fought back the urge to cry.

Ethel said, "there, there, Vickie, there is no need to cry. Charlotte says that when you grow up enough, you'll be able to have even C or D cup breasts, just like she does!"

"Really?" I said.

"Yes."

"But when will I be grown up enough?"

"When you get completely comfortable as Vickie and you show Charlotte how mature you are. But I didn't tell you everything. She thinks that you do deserve more than AA cup bras, and she wants to take you shopping for some padded bras that will give you at least an A cup size. But for now, you should dress in the AA cup bra. OK?"

"OK," I said. The thought of giving up my breasts depressed me.

I took off my nightie and folded it neatly and put it away. I took out my breasts and asked Ethel, "where should I put my breasts?"

"Back in their boxes, I guess. We'll store them there. They'll be safe."

I took off the bra and fetched the AA bra and put it on. It seemed less adult than the bra I had been wearing. It was frothier, lighter, it seemed like I was just playing at being a girl, rather than actually being one - like I had been last night. As soon as I feel safe enough I'll tell Aunt Charlotte how I feel not having my breasts, I thought. Maybe she'll understand.

The child's bra certainly fit my own body better than the one I had been wearing. There was no question of having empty cups waiting to be filled. My little nipples poked out against the bra. I looked in the mirror and decided that maybe Charlotte was right, at least partially. If I wasn't a girl, then I wouldn't even be wearing this bra which is not holding up anything. The bra fit very nicely on my small chest and I decided that it was nice enough and I'd just pretend that I had large breasts - just like when Ethel was telling me about how the girls wearing AA cup bras were trying to pretend that they needed to wear bras.

I put on the white top and saw that the outlines of the little bra could be seen faintly through the material and even a slight hint of the pink roses. In some ways I felt prettier than I had as an older girl. I put on the panties and sat down on the edge of the bed to put on the pantyhose. Ethel was in the bathroom brushing her hair and I called to her to come help me again with my pantyhose.

When the pantyhose were on she said, "do you know how to put on the skirt?"

"I don't know. I guess so," I said.

"Some girls step into them and others put them on over their heads," Ethel said.

"Why would they do that? It must be easier to step into them." I said.

"That way your blouse won't be tucked in," Ethel said.

"Oh," I said, "I'll try putting it on over my head."

I lifted the skirt up over my head and ended up getting stuck in it with my arms over my head. "Help, help, Aunt Ethel!" I said, stumbling around, "I'm stuck."

Ethel laughed, "you forgot to undo the zipper." She undid it and the skirt came down past my shoulders and I lowered it to my waist.

"Just zip it up and fasten the clip," she said. "For this skirt, the zipper belongs in the back, so you just have to swivel it around until its correct!"

"How did you know it goes in the back?"

"Its either the side or the back. You can tell by the way it is styled. There should be some room for your bottom in the back. Also, some skirts have pockets and they go in the front usually."

I was dressed now. I felt and looked like a young school girl - maybe junior high school, not like the older girl I had felt like yesterday. The nice thing about the skirt and blouse was that they were very comfortable and I could easily see spending the day dressed like this.

I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. Ethel finished brushing her hair and then pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet next to me and peed. It was a bit of a shock to see her large pubic mound, but she was so matter of fact about it that I figured that it must not be too big a deal. Ethel smiled at me and I listened to the flow of her pee.

"Do you always sleep in your bra?" I asked her.

"Oh, no!" she said, "last night was different. I didn't have my nightie with me, and I was too tired to get it."

"And I was wondering about you letting me, this morning, you know...."

"About nursing you?"

"Yes, aren't you worried about the Greg side of me?"

Ethel laughed again. "I don't think we have to worry about the Greg side of you any longer. Anyway, you looked so cute and cuddly, and since we're both girls I thought it would make you feel safer. You'd been through so much yesterday, why can't girls help out each other!"

"You're really wonderful, Aunt Ethel."

If Ethel ever offered me her breast again, then I would try as hard as I could to remember what it looked and felt like, since I already couldn't remember exactly what it had felt like just a half hour previously. I gazed at her large breasts in her bra and wished she would take it off so I could see them again, but instead I watched as she put the dress she had been wearing yesterday back on. I guessed she would have to go back to her apartment to change clothes later.

 

When Ethel and I came to the dining room, Charlotte said, "Your outfit seems to fit fine, Vickie, doesn't it?"

"It does, Aunt Charlotte, and I love this pretty skirt."

"I think Ethel went overboard in the boob department. I told her that I would be willing to get you some padded bras, to give you a little figure, and then later on, one day when I think you are more mature, we'll do something about getting you bigger breasts. I do have some estrogen cream which you can rub into your breasts every night before bedtime. It might stir them to grow a little, but more likely it will help sensitive them, so they feel more like a girls."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"When you thank an older person you should curtsey. Do you know how to?"

"No, I don't think so," I said, "Is it like this?" I took a slight step to the side and deeply bowed my head.

"No, thats as if you were bowing to Queen Elizabeth. To do a curtsey, hold the ends of your skirt, put your left foot in front of your right foot pointing it to the side, and then bend your legs while raising your skirt and bowing your head. Go ahead and try it."

I did as she said and after a few attempts she said, "Yes, that's it Vickie. Such a delicate, feminine gesture. It suits you perfectly. So whenever you say "thank you" you curtsey. Its the proper sign of respect for a growing girl. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said and curtsied.

"Perfect," Charlotte said. "Take some lunch and then you and I will do some shopping. Some padded bras, and whatever else suits our fancy!"

I looked at Ethel and she said,"I have to do some housekeeping of my own.

The two of you will have a lot of fun together!"

I went into the kitchen with Ethel and we made breakfast. I heard Charlotte get up from the table and go to her bedroom. "I hope that I don't do anything to get Charlotte mad at me. I'd feel better if you were with me."

Ethel looked at me sadly. "I know that, precious, but you and Charlotte have to learn to forge a good relationship, and it won't do any good for me to be around. Don't worry. I can't imagine that you are capable of doing anything more that Charlotte would find upsetting! You've become a thoughtful, lovely, young lady!"

I smiled at Ethel, "I think thoughtful young girl, is more accurate," as I looked down at my flat chest.

"You'll be amazed at how much of a figure padded bras can give."

I looked dejectedly at Ethel. "I love the breasts you bought me!"

"Yes, I know it won't feel the same, but there's nothing we can do about it except try to be the mature young lady Charlotte wants!"

 

 

Just before Charlotte and I left she went with me to my closet and picked out a tan leather pocket book for me to carry. "You can put your makeup in here, a brush and comb, things like that."

"Do I put my wallet in there, Aunt Charlotte?"

"That won't be necessary. You can also put some kleenex in there and I'll give you a couple of tampons."

I couldn't figure out why the tampons would be necessary, but I certainly wasn't going to question her about it. I got my stuff together and put it in the purse. Ethel had already helped me with my makeup: a little powder on my cheeks and some light pink lipstick on my lips. I was ready to go.

Judging from the mirror, I had no need to be concerned about being seen as Greg. I looked like Vickie, and I certainly felt like her.

 

We rode the elevator to the building lobby in silence. Since Charlotte was with me, I wasn't afraid that the boys from last night might be lurking outside. I had never seen any dangerous people near the building before last night. It must have been a freak encounter. When the elevator arrived at the ground floor, I saw that the lobby was empty. Charlotte told me to wait for her while she went to the mailroom which was just off to one side. No sooner was she out of sight, than I saw Audrey, Stephanie, and Jenni heading directly toward me from the direction of the street.

I tried to hide behind a pillar without being seen but they recognized me and came up to where I was pretending to not be aware of them.

"Greg!" Audrey said, "is that you! Trying to hide! God, I'm not surprised! What's with that get up?" She was staring at my clothes with a look of disgust.

"Jesus," Jenni said, "you're dressed like a girl!"

"A skirt and blouse!" Audrey said, "and what's with that silly bra? Do you have on a girdle too?"

"No, I'm not wearing a girdle, just pantyhose," I said looking at them fearfully.

"We don't understand, Greg!" Audrey said forcefully. "What's going on? Linda told us last night about how you were trying to help Charlotte!"

"I was. She and I had a fight, I guess. Look, she's just checking her mail and she'll be back in a minute. She's taking me shopping."

"But you're dressed like a girl!" Jenni said.

"I know, its best this way. It really is, I know you might not think so. I mean I can't really explain it to you so easily." I couldn't think what else to say.

"So its what you want?" Audrey said.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that," I said.

"Man, you don't know how hurt Linda will be. She broke up with Mike last night, because she decided that she'd had enough of his macho stuff. It was your sensitivity and consideration that made her see that she didn't have to put up with him any longer!"

Audrey gave this speech with rising passion. She stopped short and the silence hung in the lobby. I was dumbfounded to find out that Linda wanted me as a boy friend. That she'd even consider me seemed preposterous. She was so beautiful and intelligent. I pondered how I could get out of these clothes and find her.

"Look, Audrey, tell Linda I do want to be her friend! I mean you know, I would love to date her. I never thought she'd want to date me."

"Boy friend? Dressed like a little girl?" Jenni said. "Who do you think Linda is?" There was contempt in her voice.

"No, Jenni, I don't have to be dressed like this. I am Greg!"

"You ARE Greg? Or aren't you? What is it?" Audrey sounded scornful now. "You'll just say anything now. But how would Linda ever know that you are really Greg and not this girl?"

"I am Greg." Looking down at my skirt I realized how foolish it sounded. "Just give me a chance. I'll change back into my boys clothes and I'll never wear these again. You don't understand, I'm just doing this to help out Aunt Charlotte!"

"Speaking of the devil," I froze in fear as I heard Charlotte's voice and saw her coming toward us, "what's that about Aunt Charlotte? Why, Vickie, if it isn't the lovely girls who visited yesterday!"

I couldn't tell if Charlotte had heard my remark or not. If she did, she didn't let on that she had.

"Vickie?" Audrey said, puzzled.

"This is my niece Vickie. Yesterday, she was Greg. Today he is Vickie. I agree, its very confusing. But its finally all sorted out. Ethel and I f i n a l l y," she said this with feigned exaggeration, "got Vickie to stop playing games and become herself, instead of playing at being Greg!" Charlotte let out a small laugh.

The girls looked at her speechless. "But he's Greg dressed like a girl, isn't he?" Stephanie said.

This made Charlotte laugh and she said, "you would think so, wouldn't you, but, no, I think we can safely say Greg is no more. Isn't that so?" Charlotte said addressing me.

All eyes turned to me. I looked up at Charlotte's face and into her eyes.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said, "but aren't I also a little bit Greg?"

"I don't know, perhaps. Yes, a very little bit!" Charlotte said. "Greg wouldn't be wearing such a pretty outfit would he?"

"No, Aunt Charlotte."

"I suppose that in a sense you can say that Ethel and I have adopted him. I like to think of Greg as my niece Vickie. She has a sweet disposition, in contrast to Greg, and she is so pretty. Isn't this a nice outfit for her?"

The girls said nothing.

"Vickie loves a pretty skirt and top. But she's been pestering me for some padded bras. Have you ever been to Teen World Bras? Its off Delancey?"

"No," Audrey said coldly.

"I'm taking Vickie there to see what we can come up with. She's not too happy being flat chested. She's at that age, you know, before they grow in. She's impatient. Aren't you?"

"I guess so, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"You guess so?" Charlotte said.

"I mean I am, Aunt Charlotte."

"I am what?" she said.

"I'm anxious to get a padded bra," I said. I looked at the girls and I saw them turn there eyes away from me.

"Like you said before, if you had your druthers, you'd have a bust like Ethel or me," Charlotte let out another small laugh.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said and looked down at the ground.

"We've got to go!" Audrey said continuing to back away.

"Good luck finding some padded bras, Greg," Jenni said snidely.

"Good bye girls," Charlotte said smiling at them. "What do you say Vickie?"

"Thank you," I said.

"And what do you do when you thank somebody?"

I stared at Charlotte questioning and she made a slight gesture with her hands toward her skirt, and I said, "oh, I curtsey?"

Charlotte raised her eyes expectantly, and I turned to the girls and said "thank you," and gave a little curtsy.

"Now come along and lets see about those bras!" Charlotte said and turned to walk out. I turned toward Audrey and called after her, "would you tell Linda I say hi? Tell her I'm sorry!"

"Vickie!" Charlotte called, and I immediately turned and ran after her.

"Sorry, Aunt Charlotte!"

"Keep up with me!" she said.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am."

 

"Such nice girls," Charlotte said later when we were several blocks away from the building.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, I really like them."

"They're a bit too old for you though," she said, and then after a pause, "we'll have to find you some girls and boys your own age to play with."

I didn't know what to say and then said, "yes, Aunt Charlotte."

It took an effort to keep up with her pace. I felt like I had so much thinking to do. I couldn't believe that Linda wanted to date me as Greg. What could I do now? Was Charlotte saying that she wouldn't let me see Linda?"

Charlotte looked over at me and saw that I was out of breath, "you should tell me I'm walking too fast! We're not in a rush today. The weather is beautiful, we'll have a leisurely stroll over to the shop."

"Aunt Charlotte?" I said hesitantly.

"Yes, dear?" We were waiting at a red signal to change so we could cross the street.

"Were you saying that I shouldn't see the girls any more?"

"Yes, Vickie, they are too old for you. You know that don't you?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. I would like it very much if you could find some girls and boys I could play with."

"I know you do, honey," Charlotte said and she smiled at me.

 

After a lengthy walk we finally came to the teen lingerie shop that Charlotte had mentioned. In spite of her saying we should take a leisurely stroll, she had ended up taking my hand in hers so that I would keep up with her faster pace. Lest she reprimand me, I made every effort to walk as quickly as she.

The shop was much smaller than the one I had been in previously. We stopped outside it and looked in the display window at the many mannequins of girls wearing bras and panties.

"See anything you like?" Charlotte asked.

In the foreground were mannequins of young girls: flat chested and wearing bras not unlike the one I was wearing. They also had on cute little matching panties, and their arms were delicately posed with limp wrists. Behind these, were taller mannequins of obviously teenage girls. They were wearing bras in solid colors and some had on sports bras. One section of the window was devoted to padded bras and Charlotte pointed it out to me. There were perhaps a dozen bras on display. A few had clearly much more padding than the others. One was a light violet color without any ornamentation. The others had little bows at the cleavage, and different amounts of lace. There was one in a tiger print that I thought was ugly. I knew that I wanted one with the heaviest padding, but I was afraid that Charlotte would just say no. I looked at the ones of more modest dimensions. One of these was pink and lacy and I supposed it would do just nicely if I couldn't get a larger one.

A woman and her young daughter, who looked to be about thirteen, came to stand besides us looking in the window. The girl said, "thats the one I want. See that over there." She was pointing at a mannequin wearing a white sports bra with crossing straps in the back.

"So what will it be?" Charlotte said addressing me.

I looked at her and she said, "which bra would you like?"

"I'd like one of those," I said pointing in the general direction of the padded bras.

"Which one?" Charlotte said, "that white one there, the push-up bra?"

She was pointing to a plain white one that I'd never want.

"No, Aunt Charlotte, that pink one," I said pointing out the one I had seen before.

"The pink push-up bra? The pretty one over there?," Charlotte said.

"Yes," I said.

The mother of the girl turned toward Charlotte, "yes that is pretty, isn't it." Charlotte nodded in agreement and smiled at her.

"Yuck," her daughter said.

"So thats all you want?" Charlotte said.

"No," I said, taken aback by the girl's comment.

"What a yucky bra," the girl said, "its all covered with yuck."

Her mother admonished her, "not every girl has the same taste. Its a very pretty bra."

I looked at the girl. She had bigger breasts than I did.

"And its padded. Its fake!" she said.

"Shhh, don't be rude," her mother said.

The young girl was laughing and Charlotte said to me, "what other bra, honey?"

I hesitated, waiting for the girl and her mother to leave. They began heading to the shop entrance. When I thought they were out of ear shot, I said, "one of those back there? Could I have one of those?"

"You mean the fully padded ones?" Charlotte laughed.

The girl and her mom turned to look where I was pointing, and then entered the shop.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, one like that over there. One that has some lace."

"Okay, we'll see about that. They look too big for you, but we'll have you try one on anyway. After all, you've been a nice girl today. Come, lets see." Surprised at the praise, I followed Charlotte into the shop.

 

We found the padded bra section and a saleswoman came over to help us.

"We're looking for padded bras for my niece," Charlotte said. "She's interested in the pink push-bra in the window."

"The Cassandra?, with the moulded cups?" the saleswoman said in a slight British accent.

"It has the floral lace, with the push-up pad," Charlotte said.

"Oh, yes, of course, the Vanessa. You've got a good eye for the prettiest bra. And what size is she?"

"What are you Vickie?" Charlotte said.

"36," I said, "and I don't know my cup size. Is it AA?"

"Yes I can see you're not quite an A yet," the saleslady said.

What a euphemism I thought to myself. "Not quite an A?" Not quite anything!

The saleswoman went through the racks and found what we were looking for.

"And also a fully padded bra, the prettiest one you have," Charlotte said.

The saleswoman found a shiny blue bra with moulded cups and just a little lace edging. "How's this one?" she said.

For some reason the bra was intimidating. It seemed so assertive, the way the cups were fully formed, no matter whether a girl was wearing it or not. But the blue color was attractive and I wanted to see what it felt like to wear. "Its nice, can I try that one too, Aunt Charlotte?"

"Yes, of course," Charlotte said.

I took the two bras from the saleswoman. "Let me show you the fitting room," she said, and she led us toward the back of the shop.

In front of the fitting room door was a harried mother with her two daughters and son. The youngest girl was about six years old and her sister was probably about 12. Their brother was my age, maybe a year younger and he was telling his mom, "I'll wait outside on the street."

"No, you wait here. Sit in the chair and we'll be out in a minute."

"But mom."

"Just sit there and don't give me a hard time!"

"There's nothing to do here!"

"Mark...do me a favor and be patient. I have to get your sister some underwear, it will only take a minute to try a bra on! You can sit in the chair there."

"I'm sorry," she said to us, "Mark, we're blocking the door. Please don't stress me!"

I had been standing next to Mark holding the two bras. His eyes looked me over and then I saw them glance down at my bras and back up at my chest. Reluctantly he sat down at the proffered seat and his mom and sisters went into the fitting room. Charlotte and the saleslady followed them and when I passed Mark, I accidentally dropped the blue bra at his feet. He reached down to pick it up and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said.

"No, problemo," he said giving me a smirk.

 

 

The fitting room was large with a floor to ceiling mirror on one wall and a bench running along the opposite wall. Several moms were supervising their daughters as they tried on bras and panties. My eye fell immediately on the girl who had been outside at the same time as us. Her mother was holding a couple of bras that she was to try on. The girl had just taken off her blouse to reveal a simple white bra. Our eyes met for a second and I turned away. "Find yourselves a spot on the bench. You can run behind the curtain over there to change if you're shy," the saleswoman said, and she pointed toward a small curtained off area at the far corner of the room.

Charlotte found a clear spot on the bench, next to a girl who must have been about ten years old. She was wearing only panties and a woman who I supposed was her mom was inspecting their fit. The girl was nagging her mom, "give me the bra!"

"Just a second, angel."

"No mom, I want it now, I want to put it on now!"

"In a second. It won't make sense to do that unless the panties fit. They're a set."

"But mom!"

"OK, here! You're so impatient!"

The girl took the bra from her mom. It was light blue like the panties she was wearing, and had no cups to speak of, just like the bra I was wearing. I saw her arranging it to put on. She had little budding breasts. Despite their small size, I thought they were more ample than mine.

"Take off your top, and we'll see how these fit," Charlotte said to me. The girl from outside had taken off her bra and I could see she had small breasts. I hadn't been expecting such a public space to try on the bras. It felt like every eye was looking at me. In the mirror I saw the girl next to me and the girl from outside putting their bras on. I turned my back to the mirror and faced Charlotte.

"Perhaps I should go behind the curtain," I said.

"Why? To try on the bra?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte." I tried to indicate how public the place was.

"C'mon honey, take off your top. We don't have time for that nonsense."

I lifted up my blouse and took it off, exposing the dainty little bra Charlotte had picked out for me that morning. I thought I heard a laugh from the direction of the outside girl. I reached behind my back, undid the clip and took off the bra.

"Try this on first," Charlotte said, and handed the lacy pink bra to me.

Still facing the wall I kept my sorry little chest hidden as best I could.

I was getting the bra lined up to put on, when the saleswoman entered the fitting room and came over to us. In a chipper voice she said, "and how are we doing in here?"

"Fine," I said. Her presence made me nervous and I fumbled with the bra end.

"Let the nice lady help you," Charlotte said.

I wanted to say that I could do it myself but instead turned toward the woman. In the mirror I saw the girl with the sports bra checking out how she looked in the mirror. Our eyes met again and I saw her looking at my chest. She was clearly holding back laughter and I gave her an angry look. The saleslady had straightened out my bra and encircled my waist with it and clipped it. Then I slid it up, putting my arms through the straps. She adjusted the bra slightly and stood back to look. "Its a nice fit. It certainly does a lot for your bust!"

The bra did give me some breasts again, but they were pitifully small compared to what I had had the night before. "It's pretty," I said, "and it's comfortable."

"Good," Charlotte said, "that simplifies everything! We'll take four more of them: two in white, one in blue, one in black and the pink one."

"But what about the other bra, Aunt Charlotte?" I said as gently as I could.

"You're still interested in that thing?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. Can I see how it fits?"

"I suppose so. We've come all this way we might as well see how it looks on you."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte!" I said and curtsied.

The young girl next to me had finally gotten her bra on and was admiring her image in the mirror. The six year old who had been with the woman outside the fitting room must have seen me curtsey because I heard her announce to her mom, "that girl curtsied, mommy."

"Mind your own business! Don't bother the young girl!"

The little girl began curtseying to her image in the mirror. I wondered if I was overdoing the curtsying.

"This bra has matching panties," the saleswoman offered, "shall I fetch you some?"

Charlotte said, "why yes, or course. Vickie is size 7."

The saleswoman rushed off. "Take off your skirt," Charlotte said. I took it off and folded it neatly and put it on the bench next to us. I felt like I took up the whole mirror. I was taller than the other girls. "And your pantyhose!"

I sat down on the bench next to Charlotte and took them off. "Do I put the new panties on over my panties?"

Charlotte laughed, "don't be foolish. You get a panty liner from the dispenser," she pointed to a dispenser on the wall, "and then you line the panties with it to keep them clean. See how that girl has it." Charlotte pointed to the little girl near me and I could see that there was a tissue-like paper sticking out of her panties.

"I had no idea," I said.

While we waited, I surveyed the crowded room. If I didn't change panties behind the curtain, then surely someone would see my penis or, perhaps even worse, the ugly welts on my rear end. Two girls my age came rushing into the dressing room. They were carrying bras and were laughing and pushing each other. They passed by Charlotte and me heading to the only available space on the bench which was at the far end of the room. In the mirror I saw them put their purses on the bench and then pull their tee shirts up over their heads to then expose their white bras. It looked to me like they were in at least the B cup range. Noisily teasing each other, they hurriedly took off their bras. I felt a jolt of envy when their bras fell away to reveal their womanly breasts. In her haste to put on the new bra, one of the girls dropped it to the ground and as she bent down rapidly to pick it up, her breasts bounced forward and sideways and then forward and sideways again as she stood up quickly. Her friend got her new bra on first and was examining its fit in the mirror by the time the other one had finally gotten her straps organized to put on. It was a front closure bra and I watched as she first put it on like a vest and then clipped it shut. She then leaned forward and adjusted her breasts and stood up straight, sucked in her stomach and considered whether she liked it or not.

The saleslady came back holding a pink panty. She said to Charlotte, "you see the panty has the same stretch satin fabric as the bra and the lace on the front panel matches it too." She went to the dispenser and pulled down a panty liner and came back and handed it to me along with the panty. "Now lets see how nice you look in the combo."

I hesitated. I was afraid to go to the curtain; none of the other girls seemed to be doing that, and Charlotte had forbade me from putting on the bra there. But I couldn't imagine that Charlotte would want me to show the marks on my rear end or show my penis. I looked at Charlotte imploringly, hoping she would tell me what to do.

"C'mon Vickie, try on the panties. What are you afraid of?" Charlotte said.

"But, Aunt Charlotte." I said lowering my eyes.

"What? Do you need help?" Charlotte said.

The saleswoman smiled at me, "I think she's a wee bit shy about changing in public. The fitting room does get a little crowded on Sundays. It's OK honey, just zip behind the curtain and change into the panties so your Aunt and I can have a look."

"Run along, Vickie," Charlotte said, and with great relief I took the panties and went to the corner where the curtain was. Safely behind it, I quickly dropped my panties to the ground, and stepped out of them. I laid the tissue in the crotch of the new panties, put them on, gathered up my old panties and made my way back towards where Charlotte and the saleswoman were. The two older girls who had been the last to come in the fitting room, had finished checking out the bras they had selected, and were taking them off. As I passed them, one of them said to me, "that's pretty, where did you find that bra and panty?" Her breasts were inches from me, and her topless friend came over and joined her.

"In the padded bra section," I said. "I first saw it in the store window. You can ask the saleswoman to get you one." I pointed to her conversing with Charlotte.

"Good idea," the girl said and they followed me across the room as I returned to Charlotte. The saleswoman looked up when we came over. "Now that is a pretty sight!" she said.

"Vickie, you look smashing!" Charlotte said.

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said. "These girls want to know if this bra comes in their size," I said to the saleswoman.

"More than likely! A 36B? Both of you?" the saleswoman said.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you," they said.

"Is there anything more I can get you?" the saleswoman said to Charlotte, "besides some more of these bras in different colors?"

"Well you might as well get us matching panties for all the bras," Charlotte said. To me she added, "Now put on the blue bra."

The saleswoman left and the two girls lingered nearby waiting for her to return.

In the mirror I compared my figure in the bra and panty with the two girls. We were of similar heights. One of the girls had slightly broader shoulders than mine, and her arms looked like they might be stronger. My waist was a little thicker than theirs, and they had rounder and wider bottoms than I did, but if the mirror wasn't lying then I did have, at least while wearing the bra and panty, a kind of delicate girls figure. It was really at my chest that there was no comparison. Even wearing the padded push-up bra, their breasts were so much fuller and more pronounced than mine. If only they could have seen me in my breast forms, I thought.

One of the girls turned toward me and said, "Aren't push-up bras great. My mom might complain if I get one, but it's nice to be a size bigger!"

"I HAVE to wear one!" I said.

"Don't exaggerate," the girl said sympathetically. "Some girls take longer than others. I thought mine would never grow in, and then all of sudden, boom they were there!"

"Vickie!" Charlotte called to me.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte?"

"Don't dawdle, try on the blue bra if you're going to!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte" I said.

The girl who had been speaking to me said, "my goodness, now that's a padded bra!"

"Holy cow!" the other girl said. "You like that kind of bra?"

"I want to see if I like it or not. I've never worn one."

The girls looked on as I turned around and faced Charlotte and took off the pink bra. I had trouble lining up the straps of the blue bra. It was as if the bra had a mind of its own. I couldn't seem to catch hold of the opposite end of the bra as I wrapped it around my waist. The more I struggled, the faster the bra flew around me. The two girls giggled and I became even more frustrated. I knew I was attracting attention from all corners of the room. Especially "Little Miss Sports Bra" who had been so nasty outside. I could see her laughing at my predicament.

Mercifully, Charlotte got up from the bench and intervened with her hand to catch the bra strap, so that I was finally able to clip it.

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte!" I said, sweating and slightly out of breath from the struggle. The big blue boobs were resting on my stomach, sort of like large ear phones.

"Pull it up," she said, "let's see what we have here."

I pulled it up into position and waited for the verdict from Charlotte. I liked it instantly. I liked the way it looked in the mirror. I liked the blue satiny material, and even if the breasts were just big foam cushions, nobody else would know, and they would be mine and as real for me as any real breast was for a girl.

"Oh, I absolutely love it, Aunt Charlotte!" I said. "What do you think?"

I looked at her nervously, sure she was going to say that it was too big for me.

"They are kind of big for you, Vickie."

"Oh, but please Aunt Charlotte. I love this bra. Can't I just have it to wear inside? Or just when you tell me I can wear it, but I really think its so pretty. Can I have it, Aunt Charlotte?" I gazed as sweetly as I could into her eyes.

I could see her mind whirring away thinking about it. She was doing some sort of calculation about me. She finally took a breath and stood a bit taller. "Why, yes Vickie. Its OK, I'll buy you that bra also, but you can only wear it when I give you permission."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte!" I practically squealed, and wanted to give her a hug, but was afraid to touch her.

The saleslady returned at that moment and commented, "whew, that's a big bra!"

"We'll buy it along with the others," Charlotte said.

"Do you want to wear it home?" the saleslady said, smiling at me.

"Can I, Aunt Charlotte?''

Charlotte gave out a big laugh, "OK, why not! You might as well leave on the panties too!"

I put my top back on over the blue bra and felt womanly once again. Its not that I minded feeling girlish, its that I also did really like feeling womanly.

 

I sauntered out of the dressing room with my skirt swaying from side to side. I passed Mark sitting uncomfortably in his chair, and laughed inwardly when I saw the surprised look on his face when he noticed my chest. I wondered if he knew he was seeing the result of the blue bra he had touched himself! Its a woman's secret that he'll never know.

  

  

  

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