Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 19
The next day, Charlotte had me dress in a red jumper, pantyhose, matching red panties and bra. After breakfast I put the dishes in the dishwasher and while heading back to my room to wash up and get ready to leave, Charlotte intercepted me in the hallway outside my bedroom. She was holding up three fingers and looking at me with a smug smile. I stopped and stared at her fingers and then looked up at her face. She said, "come with me," and led me into my room and then into my bathroom.
"So you lift up the lid for me," she said pointing to the closed toilet lid. As I did as she said, I was struck by the reality of what she was expecting me to do.
"Now you help me off with my skirt." She was wearing a tight black skirt.
"I don't know how, Aunt Charlotte."
"Unbutton the button," she said pointing to a button at the side of her skirt.
I fumbled with it and got it undone. It was strange touching her side, pushing in against her waist. She felt warm and her presence in the small room was somewhat overwhelming.
"Good. Now lower my skirt and I'll step out of it." Underneath her skirt she was wearing a white full slip. "Now help me lower my pantyhose and panties."
I had to lift up her slip to take hold of her pantyhose. "Its easiest if you make sure my panties go down at the same time," she said. I tucked my fingers under her panties against her skin and pulled. The fit was snug and Charlotte had to assist me. I had to bend over to lower her panties below her knees. Her rear end was white and shaped in a beautiful curve as my hand slid over it.
She sat down and I nervously looked at her.
"Get some tissue paper ready," she said.
I took two squares from the roll. "More than that!"
She ripped off a long piece and handed it to me.
"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said.
I heard the sound of her pee, and looked away. It slowed and then Charlotte said, `now you wipe the pee off my vagina."
I had to get down on my knees in front of her. She spread her thighs apart so her vagina was visible and I gingerly took my hand with the paper and dabbed at it.
"Its best to slide the paper up and down," Charlotte said.
I did as she said. I wasn't quite sure if any pee had touched my hand. "Drop it into the toilet."
I let the paper go and Charlotte stood up. "Help with my panties and pantyhose and skirt, but first wash your hands. I washed them with soap and water and dried them off. Then I helped her get dressed. The last thing I did was button her skirt.
"Not bad for a first time. I think you're going to make a wonderful vagina princess."
"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte." It wasn't exactly like being a great mathematician, but I supposed it was something, since getting praise from Charlotte was never easy.
"Tonight, we'll work on some of your other skills. Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
Charlotte escorted me to Macy's 34th street where we met up with Angela Pauley. Charlotte had instructed me to address her as Ms. Pauley, to curtsy when I greeted her and to maintain a positive attitude toward the job, no matter how difficult it seemed to me. Particularly when working with the public it was important to smile, and otherwise keep any negative feelings to myself. Considering how little experience I had with bras, I was very lucky that Ms. Pauley was willing to employ me.
Ms. Pauley seemed frazzled when we arrived and did not give the impression that she was particularly thrilled to see me. I did my little curtsy and said, "I can't thank you enough for hiring me."
"Yes, yes of course, the comely little whatever, Greg is it?. Well, its just a great day today all around." She gave me a look as if to say that I was just one more problem she would have to deal with, and to Charlotte she said, "they were supposed to have the bras organized when I arrived. They're an absolute mess. Wouldn't you know it with Macy's, everything is always a mess!"
"Greg wants to be called Vickie now. Greg is no more. And I assure you that you're lucky you have her to help. She can do the straightening."
"I'm going to strangle Crystal when she gets here. She's always late. Its bad enough depending on a teenager, now I have to rely on him. How can he help with bras?"
"Give him a chance Angela. You'll be surprised how much he knows about bras. Isn't that right Vickie?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Tell Angela what we did yesterday. What we bought."
"I went shopping with Aunt Charlotte yesterday and she bought me a few pretty bras. Like the one I'm wearing. Its got some padding."
"Do you think you can do the straightening? It means getting the rack completely back into order. All the different sized bras need to be put back in their correct places."
"I guess so, Ms. Pauley," I said.
"And there are also the panties."
"She can figure it out Angela, she's a smart girl," Charlotte said.
"OK, so let me show you the racks."
"I've got to run along," Charlotte said. "Give me a call if Vickie isn't anything but a delight." To me she said, "you remember what I said?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. I'll make you proud of me."
"Good girl, that's what I like to hear. You can take the subway home yourself?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said and curtsied.
Charlotte left and Ms. Pauley showed me four large display racks that carried the Olga bras and panties. They looked as if a cyclone had hit them. She explained how I was to arrange them, what to do with bras that did not belong there. It was fairly complicated since there were many styles, and the panties were often hard to distinguish one from another.
"As you do it, it would be a good idea to familiarize yourself with where each bra style is located, since later on I'll use you to fetch bras and panties for the ladies who are being fitted."
"You can trust me, Ms. Pauley, I think I can fix this up."
"This rack is just Bodysilk Reflections, while that one is Suddenly Smooth and Original Secret. Over there belongs the petites and the Simply Perfect while the furthest rack has Sheer Tapestry and the nursing bras. Do you understand?"
"I think so, Ms. Pauley."
"Remember to separate bras by front and back close, minimizer, padded, lightly-lined, softcup and underwire."
It was beginning to sound more difficult than I thought and my face showed some confusion.
"I knew this is probably not going to be such a good idea. Look, there are 12 different kinds of Olga bras. You shouldn't find any more styles than that. OK?"
"I'm sorry Ms. Pauley. Please give me a chance, I'm sure I can get the hang of it."
"I'll be back in a few minutes to see how you're doing, and as soon as Crystal comes, I'll have her help you."
She left and I turned to begin the task. I started with the Bodysilk Reflections. First I removed the bras that did not say Bodysilk on them. I went through the rest and saw that they were front closure except for some padded bras. The latter I took out and then arranged the remaining bras according to size from 32A to 36D. When I was done, I began work on the padded Bodysilk Reflections bras. By the time I had completed the lowest circle of bras on the stand I had accumulated about 30 miscellaneous bras that did not fit the categories. These I heaped on top of the rack.
I was getting up to begin the middle rack when a girl in a short gray miniskirt and light blue top came over to me.
"Whats with the pile of bras? Did you make this mess?"
"I'm helping Ms. Pauley straighten the bras. Are you Crystal?"
"How in the world did you create such a pile?"
"They didn't belong here."
She looked over the situation and said, "Yes, I'm Crystal, and who are you?"
"I'm Vickie."
"Look, Vickie, you're supposed to straighten the racks. You're not supposed to put every bra back."
"But, Ms. Pauley said I should do so!"
"That's ridiculous."
"I'm trying to do what Ms. Pauley said."
Angela overheard the commotion and came over. "I see you've met, so whats the problem?"
"This bozo is like rearranging all the bras," Crystal said, "you'd think she'd have more sense."
"Why do you call me names?" I said, sounding hurt.
"Crystal, don't pick on Vickie. She's not even a she. She's a transvestite. So don't expect too much from him."
Crystal gave a startled laugh. "Vickie's a guy! How perfectly weird."
"I don't want you bothering him Crystal. It's pathetic enough as it is. But he obviously cares a lot more about doing a good job than you do. I did tell him to put the bras back in their correct racks. It'll make the rest of the day go a lot easier and you can help him. OK?"
Crystal looked at me menacingly. "Whatever you say, Angela. You're the boss."
Angela left us alone and Crystal said, "what are you wearing under that dress?"
"None of your business," I said.
Crystal took a step toward me and I backed away.
"A bra and panties," I said. "Why are you so mean to me? I never did anything to you!"
"God, you're just beyond a wimp aren't you. Dressing up like a girl and working with bras."
I stared at her. A couple of tears came to my eyes. I wondered if I could even beat her in a fight. She was my height and looked strong.
"Do you even have a penis?"
"I am a boy. I never said I wasn't."
She must have seen the tears, since she said, "I was just teasing you.
There's no reason to cry."
I could not think of anything to say and she finally took the pile of bras I had made and said, "I'll put these back. You finish what you are doing."
Relieved that she was going to leave me alone I got back to work. Every so often she came back to pick up some more of the bras and panties that were misplaced. It took us the better part of an hour before we were finally done.
Then Crystal asked me, "are you gay?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't be so stupid. You know, gay?"
"No, I'm not gay. I like girls, I'd like to have a girl friend."
"How can you expect to have a girlfriend if you're dressed like that?
And working at bra fittings?"
"I'm not always dressed as a girl. Or at least I wasn't until I started staying with Aunt Charlotte."
"Who's Aunt Charlotte?"
"A friend of my mom's who's taking care of me this summer."
"She made you dress like a girl?"
"No, not exactly. We had some conflicts and then I sort of became her niece Vickie."
Crystal stared at me incredulously.
"It was the easiest thing to do. Besides, I guess I do sort of like wearing girls clothes, at least a little bit. I used to try on my moms and sisters clothes as sort of an experiment. But to be honest I did like doing it and Aunt Charlotte sort of discovered this side of me and wanted me to be honest with her. At first I protested. I was very embarrassed." I didn't know why I started confessing everything to Crystal, but I couldn't stop myself. "But Aunt Charlotte and her friend Ethel, they made it clear that I had to be honest with them, so I was and then I sort of agreed I should be a girl the rest of the summer. They say I act more like a girl then even girls act. I don't want to make Aunt Charlotte upset with me. I'll really do anything to avoid that. She can get very angry and I don't want that to happen."
Crystal looked at me and shook her head. "So you dress as a girl so Charlotte won't be mad at you?"
"Its more than that. I guess I do think that I am maybe more like a girl than a boy."
"So what kind of girlfriend do you think you'll ever get if you're partly a girl? A lesbian?"
"No. I don't know. But there is a girl who likes me. She even broke up with her boy friend to be free to see me, but then she caught me dressed like a girl and she's pretty mad at me now. Actually, I don't know what to do. I really like her, but I don't know what I can do. I have to be Vickie for the summer and if I'm Vickie I can't be her boy friend."
"So you both want to be Vickie and don't want to be Vickie. I don't get it."
"Its complicated. Aunt Charlotte has forgiven me a lot. I said some bad things about her before I became Vickie and so she hates me as a boy. I can't hurt her anymore. I don't want to. I think its best if I'm a girl. I really do feel like a girl. I like having a girl's figure. I wish I had more of one."
"You are pretty screwed up. What's going to happen at the end of the summer?"
"I don't know. My parents come back from Europe. I'll be a boy again. I think I can be a boy again. I don't know. I'm afraid of hurting my parents." I started to sob and Crystal said, "you're beyond pathetic. I'm sorry I asked you."
I sobbed more loudly. "OK, OK, I'm sorry I said that. I'm sure everything will work out for the best." Crystal took out a hankie from her pocket and dabbed at my eyes. "There, there now, Vickie, its OK!"
"Thanks, Crystal," I said. "I know I'm a mess. But Aunt Charlotte and Ethel think I make a very pretty girl. That seems certain to me and I want to hold onto that for right now since I really don't mind feeling pretty."
Hurriedly, Ms. Pauley came over to inspect what we were doing. "It looks nice girls. You've done a great job. Maybe this day won't be so horrible after all. Anyway, the customers are coming now and I need you to fetch bras and panties and whatever else I ask."
"Thank you, Ms. Pauley," I said.
"Have you been crying? Did Crystal make you cry?"
"No. Crystal didn't make me cry. I wasn't crying."
"You're eyes look bloodshot."
"Vickie was telling me something sad and she got a little carried away," Crystal intervened.
"Whatever. Please keep your composure with the customers. Some of them will have some pretty bad bra problems."
Ms. Pauley set up her fitting salon in an open area inside the dressing room for the lingerie department. A few signs were posted outside to announce the event. Crystal and Ms. Pauley had tape measures and my job was to write down whatever they told me on cards that were to be handed to each customer after their fitting. The front of the card had a photograph of a woman wearing an Olga bra and holding a long stem rose. Inside was a sentence: "This Olga bra report specially prepared for ................ by .................
My bust measurement is ................ and my band size is
................. My bra size is in the neighborhood of
.................
Ms. Pauley said, "from the measurements and our experience we'll suggest a couple of bra sizes. Then we'll send you off to fetch some appropriate bras. Do you get it?"
"I think so, Ms. Pauley."
"Good. Its not too hard." She turned to Crystal and said, "now put on a big smile. That's good. You're much prettier when you smile and that sells bras, believe it or not! See what a pretty smile Vickie has."
I couldn't control myself. I felt excited at the thought that we'd be acting as a team and that Ms. Pauley trusted me enough to be part of it.
As we walked over to the fitting room, Crystal said, "can he go in there?"
"You're right Crystal, but we'll just let it be our little secret. OK?"
"Sure, Angela," Crystal said.
"Good. Come on girls, let's get to work!"
The first customer to come looking for a fitting was an older woman about sixty wearing a black dress and a hat.
To Ms. Pauley she said, "my bras have been killing me lately. Can you suggest something?"
"Sure, lets have a look." Ms. Pauley helped the woman off with her dress. Underneath she was wearing a black slip and under that a black bra. The woman had large sagging breasts that poured up and out of the bra. "You're bra is much too small. I can see that it hurts, probably right here," and Ms. Pauley gently touched her side just forward and underneath her right arm pit.
"Yes, that's exactly where it hurts."
"We'll take some measurements, and then show you some options. OK?"
"Thanks."
"First we need a measurement loosely around the fullest part of your bust while wearing your bra."
Crystal came over and stood in front of the woman and reached the tape measure behind her and across her chest over her bra.
"I read 40."
"Good," Ms Pauley said and told me to write the number down on a card.
"Now we'll unhook your bra and get a measurement of your band size."
Crystal unhooked the bra from the back and the woman's breasts fell forward and down an inch or two. The bra slid off her arms revealing red marks on her sides. "See," Ms. Pauley said pointing to them and having the woman look at them in a mirror. "We can certainly do much better than that. Olga has just the right bras for you!"
Crystal reached around the woman from behind and drew the tape measure under her arms, around the top of her chest and then high across her back. "I read 36."
"Since that's an even number, we can take 36 as your band size. If its an odd number we have to add 1 to get your band size. To figure out your cup size we subtract your band size measurement from your bust measurement, so that 40 minus 36 is 4 inches. According to our chart that means you need a D cup bra. In fact we'll begin fitting you with 36D and see how that goes. Your old bra was a 34C and the underwire is all misshapen, so its not at all surprising you've been in such pain!"
The woman was smiling. She seemed relieved by the news. I felt proud of Ms. Pauley and Crystal that they were going to solve her bra problem.
Ms. Pauley continued, "we can see that your breasts are spaced fairly widely so I'll recommend the Original Secret Shapers Full Figure Minimizer. Other possibilities you may find comfortable are the Suddenly Smooth Comfort Back Underwire and the Sheer Tapestry Full-Figure Minimizer."
"Run along now Vickie and get these bras in 36D."
"Yes, Ms. Pauley, right away," I said enthusiastically and went back to the racks. I knew exactly where to go and came back in a couple of minutes with three bras, one of each type.
Ms. Pauley had the woman first put on the Original Secret bra. "How does that feel?," she said. "For the best support and comfort, the back band of your bra should be anchored at or below your shoulder blades." She traced her hand over the bra straps in back as she said this. "See, just perfect!"
The woman said, "you know this is the most comfortable bra I've ever worn!"
I felt ecstatic to hear her praise and felt admiration for Ms. Pauley's expertise. The woman felt there was no need to even try on the other bras and she happily bought several more of the one she was wearing, some in black, ivory and white.
Immediately after the woman left, a mother came in with her teenage daughter. The girl was thin, pretty and blond, and was clearly terrified to be fitted for a bra. She looked down at the ground and clung to her mother. Her mom explained that it was to be her first bra, and her daughter was embarrassed.
Ms. Pauley was very gentle with the girl. "We've all been through the same thing. Its a big step for a girl, but its also pretty important to start out with a bra that fits perfectly. You'll be wearing bras at least 12 hours a day for the rest of your life, why leave it to chance to be comfortable, when Olga can guarantee a fit that you'll love?"
"Thank you," the mother said. "Did you hear that Clara? You do want to be comfortable, don't you?"
"Yes, mummy," Clara said, and I saw her sneaking a peak at Ms. Pauley, and then Crystal and myself.
"We've all been fitted. Its painless and will just take a second.
Isn't that so Vickie?"
"Yes, Ms. Pauley," I said turning red.
"The first thing Clara is we have to measure your band and cup size.
To do that you'll have to take off your blouse."
Clara gripped her mother even tighter. "Ouch, honey, stop being so silly." To us she said, "she's terribly shy to show her body, but she promised me before we came that she would cooperate. Isn't that true honey?"
"Yes, mummy."
"Good, so take off your top and let the nice ladies take your measurements. When we're done I'll buy you the sneakers you wanted."
Clara gripped her white, pullover blouse and slowly pulled it up. It was clear from her profile that she was not very developed, and when her blouse came up, the two breasts that appeared were small. She had very thin arms and a delicate chest and her skin was pale white. I could see a little network of veins in her breasts leading toward her bright red nipples that were pointing straight outward.
Crystal gently put the tape around her to measure her band size and read out to me "31 inches." I wrote the number down, and then Crystal moved the tape down so it went across her nipples. I think the number was still 31 inches, but Crystal purposefully kept the tape loose, so she could say, "32 inches."
"So by our chart Clara should wear a 32A bra. How does that sound?"
Ms. Pauley said.
Clara smiled. "Is that all?"
"We'll send Vickie to get you some bras to try on and then you'll be done. But that is all the measurements we need to take." Ms. Pauley told me to get padded Olga Petite Lacy Textures bras in sizes 32AA and 32A.
"Should she get padded?" Clara's mother asked.
"The padding is specially proportioned for AA and A cup bras, just to get a definite shape, not really to enhance the bust."
I came back with the bras and handed them to Ms. Pauley. "This bra is very pretty. It has lacy cups made of smooth textured nylon with nylon lace over polyester fiberfill and nylon-Lycra spandex bands. It adds up to extreme comfort, beauty and functionality!"
Ms. Pauley gently put the bra on Clara and turned her to face a mirror. I watched as Clara looked at herself. A smile grew on her face and she said, "oh mummy, I think it is so pretty! Can I wear it home?"
"That's the A cup," Ms. Pauley said. "There is clearly some room to grow, though it fits nicely as it is. I do have an AA cup here, but it is probably not going to get the same use that the A cup will. So this is probably the perfect bra for Clara."
Clara's mom looked admiringly at her daughter, and then had her put her blouse on. "You look like a young lady now."
"Can I wear the bra home, mummy?"
"Yes, of course my dear!"
I could not get over how nice Ms. Pauley was and how effective she was at selling bras. I felt as happy as I could ever remember feeling, and I decided that this was definitely going to be a wonderful job to have all summer.
During the rest of the day many more women and girls of all ages came to get fitted. I must have run for bras a hundred times. Ms. Pauley and Crystal solved problem after problem leaving so many smiling and happy women that I lost count. Riding the subway home at the end of the day, I couldn't wait to tell Aunt Charlotte about everything I had experienced.
When I got home I saw that Charlotte had gotten there before me and was seated in the living room sipping a Martini.
"I've ordered takeout from the Italian restaurant. I think you deserve the luxury of being treated to dinner on the days that you're a working girl."
"Thank you Aunt Charlotte!"
"Wash-up and join me here, I want you to tell me about your day."
I did as she said, and was back in a few minutes. I told her about what had happened. How I liked Ms. Pauley and Crystal and how I thought that they were both happy with my work. Charlotte seemed quite pleased and I felt delighted that I had managed to get back on track with her. The rest of the summer was surely going to be relaxed and fun now that I could get her to be happy with me.
"Before the delivery boy comes I want to continue our discussion of your role as my vagina princess. Is that OK?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
She laughed and said, "no Vickie, not this moment. Instead I want to begin to show you what this signal means," and she held up a single finger. "I want you to learn about the power of vaginas, power that is much more than society likes to talk about. I want you to understand the inherent inferiority of penises to vaginas. The vagina is a circular ring of unmatched virility, power and control. It takes penises and manipulates and directs them as it sees fit. Men are beholden to the power of vaginas. They are slaves to its needs. They offer up their puny penises and beg for entry. They envy women's bodies and clothes, very much the way you do, and spend most of their waking time wishing that a woman would give them an opportunity to give her pleasure. Clearly I don't have to tell you how powerful vaginas are. You've gladly become my vagina princess. You dress in pretty clothes as a testimonial of your vagina envy. Though the chasm that separates you from real women is infinitely deep, you cannot help but to try and bridge it by begging for petticoats, lace, large falsies, whatever way can help you pretend that you're female. Your appreciativeness for the opportunity to be my vagina princess is confirmation enough of what I am saying. But of course it is not your pleasure that this is all about. It is about my pleasure, and that will always have to be foremost in your mind. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte. I know I really do want to make you happy and give you pleasure if I can. I even think I understand what you mean about my getting pleasure from your pleasure. I want more than anything for you to be fond of me. To see me truly as your niece, Vickie."
Charlotte spent a long moment gazing at me with an amused smile.
"You have nothing to be worried about anymore. The past is behind us. I do believe you are sincere in your love for me and your desire to please me. I don't blame you for being male underneath that pretty red jumper. You make it up to me in so many other ways."
Charlotte's smile was genuine and I felt there was love behind it. I had the hardest time not bursting into tears, it seemed like such a momentous occasion for me.
"What a little puppy you are Vickie. OK, we should get down to business. Slide onto the floor at my feet and I'll lift my skirt for you."
I did as she said and watched as she hiked up her skirt to her waist.
"Help me pull down my pantyhose."
I assisted her like I had done that morning in the bathroom. When her pantyhose and panties were below her knees she raised her legs and ordered me forward and then into the triangle made by her legs and pantyhose. She stretched out one leg lengthwise on the sofa and used the other to push against my back forcing my face toward her vagina. I looked at her vagina and then up at her breasts pushing out her blouse and then up at her face that was softening and slightly blushing.
"I'm going to teach you how to pleasure me with your mouth and tongue. Remember to be gentle at all times. Never bite me, never suck too hard. Your goal at first is to get familiar with finding my clitoris. Its tricky because its only easy to find after you are successful in exciting it. So you have to excite it before it is easy to find. Do you understand?"
"I think so, Aunt Charlotte."
"So it is very important to not waste time with the wrong part of my vagina. I'm going to steer you toward the essential part, and then as you caress it properly, you will start to feel my clitoris hardening and then from then on you'll be able to devote yourself totally to pleasuring it."
She gently pushed my head in closer so that my lips were touching her pubic hair. "Now first lick the whole vagina to get it moistened." I began licking the pubic hair. "Use your tongue to part the lips and get inside. That's where you need to concentrate on getting it wet."
I did as she said and felt my tongue strike hot flesh. I forced saliva to the end of my tongue and used it to lubricate.
"Thats good, Vickie. Get it nice and wet."
The vagina had a taste of a sort I had never experienced before. It wasn't a bad taste, in fact there was something intoxicating about it and I used my tongue to search around and inside the opening to find anymore there might be.
"Thats sweet my dear. Make sure you do the section near the top lip, just below the pubic hair. Yes, thats it. Exactly. Thats a very important spot since it very much loves to be touched." I kept applying my tongue near the top rim as she had suggested. I could tell it was an effective place to lick her since she began moaning ever so softly. Occasionally she used her hand to reposition my head. I concentrated on what I was doing so that she would not get impatient with me.
The buzzer from the downstairs door buzzed. "You better run and buzz the man in with our dinner. We'll continue with this after supper."
I slunk down so Charlotte could raise her leg over my head and I got up and ran to the buzzer and pushed it. I then straightened my dress and hurried back to Charlotte to see if she wanted any help from me. She had pulled up her panties and I bent down and started pulling up her pantyhose. "Thank you, Vickie," Charlotte said. "Go get some silverware and we'll have our dinner."
After dinner Charlotte said, "the time has come to begin your introduction to my bedroom."
I could not believe my ears, since her bedroom had seemed to me to be such a forbidden place.
"I know what you're thinking, but it is only Greg who was never to enter it. He never did, did he?"
"Oh no, Aunt Charlotte. Absolutely never!"
She looked at me approvingly. "I know you're not lying. That was one of the nice things about Greg, of course if he had sneaked into the room, I doubt that he'd yet be able to sit down."
I shivered at the recollection of how I had felt after she had whipped me before, and I secretly thanked God that I never did visit her room despite the fact that I had been dying with curiosity to see what was in there.
"As Vickie you will be able to enter, when invited, so as to perform your duties as my vagina princess. When I grow weary of your attention, you must leave to sleep in your own room. You must not beg to stay longer. Understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"To enter my room I need you to be the prettiest vagina princess you can be. Put on your prettiest nightie, the soft pink one with the several skirts. I want pink polish on your fingers, and I want you to wear your pink fluffy slippers. When you're ready knock on my door." Charlotte turned away and left.
I took a bubble bath and then fixed myself up as she had said, even tying two pink ribbons in my hair. Though I felt some trepidation, I also felt excited and proud that Charlotte would let me in her bedroom. I knocked gently on her door.
"Who is it?" came a voice from within.
"Vickie, Aunt Charlotte," I said puzzled why she was playing a game with me.
"No. That's not what I want to hear. Who is it?"
I thought for a minute, tempted to say "Greg" but thought the better of it. Then in a sudden inspiration, I said, "your vagina princess?"
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"Your vagina princess."
"Enter."
I entered the room and was taken aback by the enormity of it. It was lit by a single candle burning on a bureau. The far reaches of the room were lost in shadow. Dominating the center was a raised dais holding a king size four poster bed. The wallpaper was of a dull golden color with a faint heraldic design embossed in it. Charlotte was standing in front of the bed, wearing the short nightie I had seen the morning I had woken up from my night outside. The room smelled of a feminine, slightly sweet perfume. Charlotte said, "welcome, my vagina princess." She emphasized the "my" and came over toward me.
"Let me take a good look at you!" She was smiling, almost as if she was giddy with happiness. "Ah, you're so pretty my little princess, and with pretty bows in your hair!"
"Thank you Aunt Charlotte."
She put her hands on my upper arms and pressed me against her breast, then pushed me away and turned me around. "So pretty!," she said and hugged me again to her chest. She pushed me away again and turned me around and came up to me from behind and put her arms over me and rubbed my breasts and then gently pinched my nipples. "Such a pretty vagina princess!" Charlotte half whispered in my ear. She turned me around once more and raised her hand to show three fingers. "Follow me," and led me into a spacious bathroom of white marble with an immense tub. She sat on the toilet and peed while I gathered up some paper to clean her with. When we were done, I followed her back toward the bed. In the dim light I saw for the first time that there was an alcove off to the side of the bed. In the small space was a baby's crib and what looked to be a changing table along a nearby wall. On one shelf folded neatly were diapers and baby clothes including lacy plastic pants. A lower shelf held bottles and toys and other paraphernalia. With a jolt I realized just how much Charlotte's life was affected by her lost child.
Seeing what I was staring at, Charlotte said, "they're for my Vickie."
"When she was a baby, Aunt Charlotte?"
"Whenever she is a baby, its waiting for her."
Since I was Vickie, or was pretending to be Vickie, I could not tell if she meant me in her remark. I had no time to dwell on the implications since Charlotte stepped up onto her bed and leaned back against a pillow placed against the headboard, and spread her legs. She held up one finger and I climbed into bed at the lower end and headed toward her vagina. "Now we resume our lesson from before. Lick my vagina and then search to stimulate my clitoris. I'll guide your head with my hands, so keep your neck relaxed."
Once again I began licking her vagina on the pubic hair and then reached in with my tongue. I held onto her thighs with my hands to gain leverage. Her vagina seemed to already be wet when I began licking it and I wondered if it were her pee. I supposed not, since I had wiped it off pretty good, and besides, there was a kind of sweet, musky odor that had nothing to do with pee.
"Concentrate on the area near the top, just next to my pubic hair."
I did as she said which led her to let out a small moan of pleasure. "Thats nice honey. Thats the perfect spot to start at. Do it very gently. Show how much you love me."
I lapped at the top of her vagina for awhile, until she said, "now use your tongue to enter deeper into the vagina, and feel around for a spot where your tongue bumps up against a sort of triangular intersection of the walls. It should feel perhaps like a peninsula formed where two currents come together." I wondered how Charlotte could know how it felt like. Perhaps she could tell from using her own finger. I concentrated hard on the task, until I did feel something like she described. "That's it" she said with emphasis. "Use that spot and the spot near the top as guideposts, and lick me between them."
I did as she said. "Slower, slower," she said, and I slowed down. "Thats the right speed. Verrrrry gooood," she purred. As I licked it I began to feel the presence of a slight bump a little below the top part of my stroke. It seemed to get harder and more prominent and I felt a twitch in Charlotte's leg.
"Aunt Charlotte, I feel.."
"Don't talk, keep going," she hissed.
With hurt feelings I went back to what I was doing and noticed that the bump was gone, but then in a minute I felt it returning, and then it grew to be prominent, the size of something I could suck on directly. I wanted to ask Charlotte if I should do that, but was terrified of getting reprimanded again. I could tell that Charlotte was excited now. Her hips moved slowly and she squirmed in the bed and her hands gripped my head tightly.
"I know you're feeling my clitoris now. Lick on it and around it. Very good!" I did as she said.
Charlotte let out a small squeal of pleasure and I noticed that the fluid in her vagina had become more viscous. She pulled my head away. "That's nice for the first one. My clitoris will fade away, and then you'll start the whole process over again. Understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"So bringing my clitoris into being, in a sense, is your goal. A good vagina princess should be adept at encouraging my clitoris out and then providing it with all the love and attention it deserves."
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said gazing at her vagina.
"Good, my dear, so now you can start again."
Charlotte let go of my head and lay back fully and relaxed and I began licking her again.
"Once you get good enough at this, I'll have you touch my breasts also."
"Yes Aunt Charlotte," I mumbled.
I continued to lick for awhile until the phone rang. I stopped momentarily and Charlotte said, "don't stop" and then picked up a phone receiver that was besides her bed.
"Oh, hello Lei its so grand to hear from you!" Charlotte sounded delighted.
Surprised and alarmed I stopped and listened. Charlotte pushed on my head to signal me to continue and I resumed licking.
"Yes, everything here is lovely. We're getting along great now. Greg has settled down. I think he just needed to accept the routine, and now that he does, he's been doing just fine. Its a pleasure having him here."
Charlotte listened to something Lei was saying and laughed. Then she said, "I'll put him on so he can tell you directly, but first I want you to tell me what you have been up to."
I licked Charlotte's vagina up and back while she listened to Lei and occasionally said a "you don't say!" or "how fascinating!" Finally, she moved her thighs together forcing me away from her vagina. "Its been absolutely great talking to you. I love you. One sec, here is your brother." "Its Lei," she said staring at me. She covered the mouthpiece and said, "don't be long," pointed with one finger at her vagina and then handed the phone to me.
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