Charlotte's Niece

by Pamela

pamelapamela@hotmail.com

 

Chapter 24 (Conclusion)

 

When we got back to the apartment Charlotte got me ready for bed. She had bought me a cute pink "bunny" suit, the kind that you step into and then zip up from the belly to the neck. Before I put it on she double diapered me so I could last the night without being changed.

"It's so much work taking care of babies," Charlotte said. "I'll get you a juice bottle and read you a story and then put you to bed."

While I waited for her in the crib I played with Lisa. I wrapped her arms around my neck and pretended she was kissing me. I had her say: "You are my favorite friend. I like Kathy but I love you the most!"

I smiled and kissed Lisa back.

Charlotte came back holding the juice bottle. She gave it to me and then placed a little blanket over me. She sat down on a chair next to the crib. "I'm going to read you a story," she said. "Now that I have a baby, I want her to be as cultured as possible. I'll read you a story every night."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said. I was thrilled at the thought of being read to, only I wished I was sitting in her lap. "Can I sit in your lap?" I asked timidly.

Charlotte laughed. "OK, that sounds like a fine idea. Climb into bed with me." She lowered the crib railing and I followed her into the bed. She seated herself leaning back against the headboard, while I arranged myself on her lap with my arms around her neck. She held me with one arm and held the book with the other. She read to me a story about a teenage girl who by some mix up in time met a handsome colonel from revolutionary times one day when she was walking alone in a park. They fell in love and he gave her the opportunity to go back to the past with him to live on his estate. She wanted to desperately, but despite how madly in love with him she was, at the last minute as she was about to leave with him before the time portal closed, she decided she could not go. She could not abandon her family and make her mom and dad so miserable. The story ended with the colonel and her gazing lovingly at each other while their view of each other grew increasingly cloudy until they could no longer see each other. When it was over, I cried. Charlotte chuckled at my tears and got me a hankie.

"What a girl you are!" she said. "Thats the kind of silly romantic story that makes young girls cry. It is tragic I have to admit." She hugged me hard and I stopped crying. "OK my precious one, its time for bed." She got me back in the crib and found the juice bottle for me. Then she bent over the crib railing and gave me a kiss on the cheek and wound up the mobile.

"I'm scared, Aunt Charlotte," I said, thinking of the poor girl. "Can I sleep with you?"

"No. Don't be a bother."

"Can I have some pee pee?"

Charlotte hesitated and looked at me. "You've already had plenty. You know its hard work for me too. Lets give it a rest until the morning. Then you can have all you want."

"OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Here my angel," Charlotte said, "I'll let you sleep with my girdle." She lifted up her dress and squirmed out of her panty girdle and laid it in the crib so that my face rested against it. "That should provide you with plenty of comfort."

The girdle felt a little rough against my face, but I enjoyed its slight perfumy odor. "Thank you, Aunt Charlotte."

Charlotte turned out the light and left the room shutting the door behind her. I did not go to sleep immediately. I sucked on the juice bottle. I liked the coziness of the bunny suit and the crib and having Charlotte's girdle with me. The two thick diapers held me tightly around my legs and bottom. I felt around the mattress until I found Lisa and cuddled her next to my chest. I felt happy and safe again. I thought about falling in love with an officer. I imagined him doing all kinds of gentlemanly things for me like bringing me flowers and chocolates. Then he would go off to war and I would be terribly worried until he came back.

An image of my parents came to mind. It was like a dream. I was worried about something. Something was bothering me. I was going off with Charlotte. I was wearing one of my pretty dresses with a soft crinoline underneath the skirt that gently touched my thighs. My panties were snug and I realized that I had no penis. It was gone. I had just a delicate vagina between my legs. I felt glad that it was protected by the layers of skirts I was wearing. I was with Charlotte. She was holding my hand and I was skipping along besides her. She made me so happy. I saw my parents crying. I realized that I had a chance to go with them: to let go of Charlotte's hand and run to them. Charlotte stopped and knelt down and looked at me. I hugged Charlotte and held onto her tightly. She smoothed my skirt and arranged the collar of my dress. She lifted up my skirt and admired my petticoat and arranged the layers. "See it has ribbons on it. It is the daintiest petticoat I could find. I wanted to make you as pretty as possible. It cost a pretty penny. But you look so pretty in it."

"Do I?" I said to Charlotte.

"Just look in the mirror," Charlotte said.

I looked into a mirror that materialized next to me. I was wearing the most precious dress, all puffed out by the extravagant petticoat. I had beautiful long blonde hair cascading over my shoulders. I was holding a fancy golden brush and was brushing my hair and admiring myself in the mirror. I thought of my little delicate vagina and blushed at the thought that my pubic hair was also blonde.

I looked away from the mirror and saw my parents. They looked terribly upset. They were trying to say something. They seemed very excited and gesticulated wildly, beckoning me to come to them. I looked into Charlotte's face and then glanced over her shoulder to my parents. I said to Charlotte, "I love you Charlotte. I never want to leave you." My parents looked like they were crying. I tried to yell to them, "I love Aunt Charlotte. I can't leave her. She makes me pretty. I'm her little niece. I want to always be her niece. Look at my pretty clothes. Look at how nicely Aunt Charlotte takes care of me. She buys me nice dollies and dresses. She changes me."

Charlotte stood next to me with a beautiful smile and held up one finger. I turned toward her and we shared a laugh together. "Oh, goody," I said excitedly.

"Come my vagina princess," Charlotte said. I got on my hands and knees in front of her. She raised her dress and I moved my head closer to her. She lowered her panties. I looked up in the mirror and saw my parents looking at me from off in the distance.

"Come my baby," Charlotte said, "I'm waiting."

I continued forward and began licking her vagina. Suddenly she began peeing. It rained down on my face as I licked her. I felt my dress getting wet. I tried to collect the pee in my mouth but it was a losing battle.

"Come on, catch it. You must you little bitch," Charlotte said sternly. I saw her hand raised holding a huge black leather belt.

I looked at my parents and succeeded in making eye contact. Their faces looked infinitely sad. Their eyes were moist and they shook their heads. Charlotte's hand came down and the belt struck my bottom. I yelled out in pain. My mother cried hysterically. Through her tears I thought she was telling me to come. I said softly, "I love Aunt Charlotte." The belt smacked me again. I began to cry. "My dress is ruined!" I said when I noticed how wet it had become. My parents turned and quickly walked away. They got smaller and smaller in the distance and it grew very quiet. I felt a huge urge to cry. Charlotte stopped peeing and magically my dress became dry again.

Charlotte said, "come little one. You have the prettiest dress of anyone. And the softest crinoline. I'm taking you home now."

"I love you Aunt Charlotte."

"I know you do. Now be a good girl and walk briskly."

 

While I was asleep the door bell rang. Charlotte was surprised to see that it was Linda. Before she could even say hello, Linda said with obvious upset, "What have you done to Greg?"

In a calm voice Charlotte replied, "I beg your pardon? First of all, I'm surprised that you do not see how rude you're behaving! Barging in on me making accusations. Secondly, I do not understand the inference that I have done something to Greg."

"You're making him wear diapers! Are you blind? And he's wearing cute little girl dresses!"

"And he sleeps in the crib now and I have to pay for a wet nurse and what else do you have to say? Either you drop your accusatory tone or I'll have to ask you to leave!"

Linda paused to reflect what she should say next. "I heard you say he's wearing diapers, when I was on the elevator."

"Yes. "He," as you call her, is wearing diapers now."

"Her? He's Greg!"

"I dare say Greg is no more. Greg sees himself as a young girl. No, not even young. Just a baby girl. An infant. I have had no choice except to indulge him in that delusion or fantasy or whatever it is. And as far as the diapers are concerned, he is a bed wetter. I found that out the hard way and I just can't go though changing the sheets and coverlet every day."

Linda stared hard at Charlotte with open eyes. "He came a couple of weeks ago. He was a charming smart boy. Smart, even brilliant for his age."

"You're telling me something I don't know? Yes, of course, I wonder the same thing. What ever unleashed the young girl in him? Unleashed is too mild a world. It exploded out of him. I wonder what secrets are held in his family. I've always thought of Lillian as the most lovely, kind mother. And Greg's dad is such a gentleman. But you never know for sure. Appearances can be deceptive. Or, it could be an accident of nature and only the presence of his parents kept it under wraps. But I have really had my hands full from the moment he moved in here. He was a changeling. He was nothing but trouble as a whiny self-centered boy. You should have heard the nasty things he said about his sister and even me. That was my reward for providing convenience to NYU for him. But then when he found out he could be a girl he became unstoppable. Such a huge pent up desire. I had no idea such things exist."

"He doesn't seem at all like the Greg I knew, and I'm a good judge of character."

"What is your solution? At least I'm keeping him safe until his parents return. He's well fed. He's got all that he wants right now."

"Can I see him?"

"Well no. I just put him to bed. He was very tired. In fact, I don't think he should see old friends. He's made some new ones in his play group. They're more age appropriate."

"Charlotte!" Linda said sternly.

"I just don't want to traumatize Vickie any more. You have no idea how difficult it has been. I do appreciate your concern. You do know that, don't you?"

"I think you're hiding him from me!"

"Nonsense. If you were the true friend you claim to be you would keep your voice down."

In a quieter tone Linda said, "You should call his parents. They need to know!"

"I want to tell them, but after giving it a great deal of thought I've decided that it would not be a kind thing to do to Lillian. I know it presents great hardships to me and I appreciate your concern, but if you had seen how happy Lillian was to go on her once-in-a-lifetime romantic fling in London, then I'm sure that you would also hesitate to tell her. How can I ruin everything after just a couple of weeks? What good would it do her? The same problem will be here when she comes back. The memories of her trip will last a lifetime."

"I don't agree with you at all. I'm sure Greg's mom would much rather be here taking care of her son. Finding out what's wrong. Getting him the help he needs!"

"You are, of course, entitled to you opinion. Is that all?"

"I want to see him! I need to make sure he's OK. That this is voluntary."

"What do you mean by voluntary?"

"That he's NOT A PRISONER HERE!" Linda said this with tremendous emotion. Her tone was that of great exasperation.

Charlotte laughed. "Prisoner? Are you completely foolish?"

Linda's shouting woke me up. I had been so heavily asleep that I cried out in annoyance. I could sense I was wet and it felt uncomfortable and I began to cry. I recognized Linda's voice and could not imagine why she was here.

"Oh, God, you've done it now. Hear the baby crying?"

"What baby? You're talking about a teenage boy!"

"Teenage boys do not cry like that!"

"Its just totally bizarre Charlotte. One minute he's a boy the next a baby. I think you've done something to him!"

"That's all I need after all the shit I've had to put up with. Now I'm accused of causing this! You have no idea what you're talking about. There is no coercion here! None whatsoever!"

Charlotte glowered at Linda. "Look, I've got to go in there now and calm him down. Maybe he'll cry himself back to sleep. I don't know, but I certainly don't want to listen to that. Anyway, you sit down there on the sofa and I'll go get the little darling and you can see for yourself how devoted he is to me."

"Well, OK," Linda said with some surprise. "I can't imagine that you're right. I think you must be deluded or something."

"There is no need for insults!" Charlotte said and left for the bedroom.

 

Inside the bedroom she came up to the crib, looked down at me and said "why is the baby crying?" I kicked my legs and squirmed a bit. It was hard to concentrate on an answer. Charlotte found Lisa and gave her to me and I hugged the doll and began sucking my thumb. "I'm taking you out to meet Linda. She wants to see you. I'm sorry."

Slowly and somewhat reluctantly I climbed out of the crib after Charlotte lowered the railing. I stood next to her, buried my face between her breasts and whined, "I was sleeping and then I got startled. I'm wet and I'm so tired."

"It will not be long. Just be a good baby." She led me out to the living room and said, "you remember your friend Linda? She came for a visit to see how you're doing."

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said calming down.

"Hi Linda," I said. I had a fleeting thought that I should be embarrassed to be in the bunny suit, but then became distracted by the brightness of the lights.

"Greg! You're dressed like a baby!"

I looked at Linda and then hid behind Charlotte.

"Don't hide behind me," Charlotte said. "Linda thinks you're a baby."

"I am a baby," I said, "I'm a baby girl."

"Charlotte has you wearing diapers!"

"I wet the bed. Aunt Charlotte and Maria change me when I'm wet."

"Who's Maria?"

"She gives me milk and I stay with her."

"What do you mean she gives you milk?"

"Maria is her wet nurse," Charlotte interrupted, "another great inconvenience."

Linda shook her head back and forth and said, "wet nurse!"

Charlotte ignored her, "I should probably get her a bottle to make her drowsy again for bed," and she went to the kitchen to prepare a bottle.

Left alone with Linda there was an awkward silence until Linda said, "Greg? Is this really you? Is it you in there?"

I hesitated a second and then suddenly laughed, "you're teasing me Linda."

"No Greg. Where are you? Remember me? Remember how you came by the other day and were afraid? I think you were right. Charlotte has bewitched you!"

"No, Linda. I love Aunt Charlotte. I want to be her baby."

"I know you wanted to be my boyfriend."

"That was Greg. I'm Vickie. Greg still wants to be your boy friend."

"Where is Greg?" Linda said, somewhat confused.

"Greg is gone. He is mean and hateful. He's not nice."

"Greg, this conversation is going nowhere. You talk like you're a baby."

"I am a baby. I want to be a perfect baby for my Aunt Charlotte."

Charlotte came back with a bottle which she gave to me. She sat down on the other end of the sofa from Linda and I sat between them, leaning against Charlotte and sucking on the rubber nipple.

"As you see she is really hopelessly devoted to me."

"I don't see anything more than someone who has been hopelessly duped into fawning all over you. Probably because he's scared."

"This is very tiresome, Linda. Scared of what?"

"I don't know, but I haven't been living here."

I turned around to look at Charlotte and when I did so she held up one finger in such a way that Linda could not see it, or if she did, it was not entirely obvious that Charlotte was signaling me. Charlotte had on a skirt and I knew that she had already taken off her panty girdle. I slid onto the floor in front of her and pushed my face up under her skirt to begin licking her. "You see that she has some sort of irresistible desire for me, for all parts of me. Its like 24/7 she's trying to get to my vagina." As I got my head under her skirt Charlotte hiked up her skirt to her waist, grabbed my head with her hand and pushed me back. "You see she finds me irresistible. I don't see where the coercion is."

I stopped what I was doing and looked up at Charlotte. She surreptitiously stuck out one finger again and scowled at me and I tried once again to get to her vagina. Again she held back my head and again I backed off only to see her look at me with displeasure. Once again she had a single finger pointed at my face. I slunk down again and tried to get my face up her skirt only to meet her resistance again.

"What's going on?" Linda said excitedly. "What's he trying to do? Why is he trying to put his head up your skirt?"

"Let me know when you figure that one out!" Charlotte said sarcastically.

"Stop that Greg! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Linda said.

I tried to turn my head toward Linda but instead my face ran into Charlotte's hand with one finger pointing at me. I went back toward her vagina only to feel her pushing me back. I panicked and began crying again. I looked up questioningly at Charlotte and she seemed livid with anger. Hidden from Linda Charlotte again raised a lone finger and I collapsed on the floor and tried desperately to get my head to her vagina. She was much too strong for me and she stopped me inches away from it. She was pantyless and I could see her pubic hair almost within reach.

"Its just so disgusting," Linda said. "He's like totally a sicko!"

"Don't be harsh," Charlotte said. "Its so clearly an illness. We don't need to blame him for that. But you can see the dimensions of my problem!"

My efforts had so exhausted me that I said "I want to go to bed, Aunt Charlotte." I did not even care about being wet or the tears still dripping down my face.

"See what I go through? Let me get him back on his bottle and get him ready for bed again. Hopefully, for the rest of the night!"

Charlotte got up and I followed her back to the bedroom. "Say goodnight to Linda," she said and I mumbled the words to her.

Linda said, "goodnight Greg," and got up to go. "Well, I think I've seen enough. Greg needs help. If you won't tell me how to contact his mom and dad then I'll just have to find out some other way."

Without turning to look at her, Charlotte said, "whatever, Linda, its a free country. Now Vickie come with me!"

 

Out in the hallway Linda mulled over what she needed to do. She could just call the police but what could she tell them? Is it against the law to pretend you are a baby? How could she even begin to explain? Charlotte had not exactly kidnapped Greg. There was every justification for his staying with her. What sort of mental cruelty had Charlotte done to turn him into a pathetic baby? And his obsessive need to go after her vagina. It couldn't possibly be just some weird fluke that it happened to come out of Greg the moment he left home. There was that ridiculous time he was wearing Charlotte's girdle. There was something up in that apartment that was no good. Its really up to his parents to figure out what to do. I have to get hold of them. Linda remembered that Greg's sister had gone to some camp out west. How many camps could there be? Particularly wilderness camps. She could do a search and call them all up. But she did not even know Greg's last name. That was ridiculous. She slowly walked to the elevator deep in thought.

Before she got there the elevator opened and a woman pulling a large suitcase on wheels stepped out and headed toward her. Before she could say anything, the woman said, "hello Linda? Linda isn't it?"

"Yes, and you're Ethel aren't you?"

"Yes, I've just been to see my mom. She's getting on in years. I'm getting worried about her. But you must have just been to see Greg?"

Linda felt relieved that Ethel referred to him as Greg. Perhaps Ethel was more rational than Charlotte. "Yes, we were just together."

"I miss him terribly. I have grown quite fond of him. How has he been?"

Linda was about to tell her about what she had seen in the apartment when it occurred to her that she had no reason to believe that she should trust Ethel. "He's OK. Say, he was just telling me about his parents stay in London and the great hotel they found. He mentioned the name but I just forgot it this second. I was going to write it down. I'm thinking of taking a week's vacation before the new semester begins. I thought I'd go to London. I was there when I was 13 with my parents. It would be a kick to go back again."

"I haven't been myself since I was in college. Charlotte and I went together after she had some boy trouble. But you don't want to hear about that. The hotel. I do remember Lillian talking about it. A four star hotel on the same street as the British museum. I think it was Whitegate or Whitehorse or white something. Yes I'm pretty sure about that."

"Thank you, I can probably find out its name and address from that. I won't keep you from your reunion with Greg. Its nice seeing you again." Linda said.

"Same for me," Ethel said and she continued on her way down the hall.

 

"I'm back," Ethel called when she let herself into Charlotte's apartment. "Yoo hoo, I'm back!"

There was no response so she walked further into the living room looking for Charlotte. Outside of the door to Charlotte's room she called out again, "Yoo hoo, Charlotte! Are you there?"

"Ethel!" Charlotte called out excitedly. "We're in the bathroom. Come here!"

Ethel put down her things and walked into Charlotte's bedroom. "You know I just ran into Greg's little friend Linda in the hallway. She's such a sweet girl. She says she had been visiting Gre..." She stopped what she was saying. Looking through the doorway into the bathroom she saw Charlotte standing facing her naked from the waist down. Greg, wearing a large pink bunny suit, was crouched on the floor between her legs with his mouth facing up and pressed against Charlotte's vagina.

"You'll have to excuse us for a minute. Vickie is getting her pee pee. She was a bit hungry after being woken up by Linda and even though I had already told her that I'd had enough with giving her pee for today, I decided I might as well make her happy. Get her to bed faster. You know what I mean."

"Charlotte!" Ethel said shaking her head violently.

"What Ethel?" Charlotte said.

I wanted to turn to smile at Ethel but the pee was coming out quickly and I needed all my concentration to make sure that none of it missed my mouth.

"You're making him drink your pee?"

"Making him? Jesus, Ethel, you just come back and what?"

"Charlotte, I don't understand? What am I seeing?"

"Let her finish in peace, Ethel. You're going to agitate me and her and we'll start spilling it."

"Oh my god, Charlotte. Oh my god. Vickie, what are you doing? Stop it, its gross."

"You're making me angry Ethel."

"Charlotte, I'm sorry, I just don't understand."

"Don't comment about what you don't understand."

"I'm sorry, Charlotte you know that. Its such a surprise."

"There, I'm done peeing. Let Vickie lick up the last drops, then we'll properly say hello."

I licked around Aunt Charlotte's vagina and then rolled back onto my heels and stood up. "Aunt Ethel!" I said, "I missed you so much. I'm so happy to see you. I'm glad you're back!"

I tried to hug her but she kept me at a distance. "Go wash off your face Vickie, then you can hug me."

Rebuffed I stepped back and felt an urge to cry.

"Don't just stand there like a baby," Charlotte said, `go wash yourself off and then you can hug Aunt Ethel."

Crying I went to the sink and washed my face.

"Ethel, you must be tired from your trip. "How's your mom? I want to hear about everything."

Ethel said, "don't evade the issue. What's going on here?"

"Vickie begs me for my pee." I came back into the room and Charlotte addressed me, "don't you my little angel?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"See, she doesn't find it gross. Its nectar to her, since it comes from me. She can't get enough of me. Isn't that so my precious?"

"Yes Aunt Charlotte, I love you so much."

Ethel came up to me and gave me a hug. "My Aunt Ethel," I said, "I missed you so much. I'm so happy to see you. I'm glad you're back!"

"Why the bunny suit? And is she wearing diapers now and sleeping in the crib?"

"Yes, yes, yes Ethel. I don't follow your point. Vickie is Vickie. This is Vickie. She is an infant. She wets her crib unless you diaper her. She desperately wants my vagina. Its pretty overwhelming. I'm trying to give her all that she wants. Her world revolves around my vagina now. I don't know what all to do about it except indulge her. At the end of the summer I'm sure that Lillian can send her to a shrink if she needs help. I've done the best I can. It's not easy and the last thing I need is complaints from you."

Charlotte walked into the living room and Ethel and I followed. Charlotte sat down and I saw her give me the one finger sign, so I knelt in front of her and began licking her vagina.

"Now what?" Ethel said.

"You've upset her terribly. This will calm her down. In fact, why don't you just hold up one finger to her. Like this," and Charlotte demonstrated.

Charlotte pulled my head away from her vagina and turned it toward Ethel, who had sat down across from us. "Go on Ethel, hold up one finger." Ethel did as she was told and I crawled over to her and began to burrow under her skirt looking for her vagina. I came across a tight panty girdle. Ethel's skirt was hiked up so Charlotte could see what I was doing. "Vickie, just pull her panty girdle down. Ethel, you should probably help her. She's not very strong."

"Charlotte, this is ridiculous."

"Stand up, Ethel. She needs help."

Ethel stood up and whit her help I slid her panty girdle down past her buttocks and then lowered it to her ankles. She sat back down and I forced my lips to her vagina where I began licking her. My tongue worked its way into the hot portion between the lips of her vagina. She evidently liked what I was doing since she quieted down and let out a long sigh.

"See, Ethel. This is her life. This is the only way to keep her happy."

While I licked her, Ethel said, "Charlotte, I don't think I can go along with this. It was one thing as you said to bring out the girl in Greg. He was very determined to be a girl and not standing in his way reduced the tension around here. The proof for me was how gentle and loving Vickie turned out to be. I even think I can agree with you about the need for the you know, the night we sort of brought everything to a head, when we both taught him about getting and receiving pleasure."

"Our famous rape scene, Ethel?"

"Well I don't think you should be so blase about it. Holding him down and doing what we wanted."

"Bull shit Ethel. The boy was absolutely brought to see himself for whom he is."

Ethel's vagina was much different than Charlotte's. It was warmer and larger it seemed to me. More inviting, friendlier if it was possible to use such an adjective. As I crouched on the floor next to the sofa where Ethel lay, I felt her hand encircle my neck and gently push my face tighter against her vagina. I licked the opening slowly and carefully and was a bit frustrated that I had not yet felt Ethel tensing with pleasure.

"It was at least some kind of rape."

"I've already admitted to Greg what we did. He accepts the value of it and he understands that he drove us to do it. Case closed."

"What happened while I was away? He's not the same. He's a baby ..." Ethel drifted off in her thought. The pleasure emanating from her vagina had started to get the better of her.

Charlotte laughed. "Ethel, I think you're starting to see what I mean. Greg is best given this outlet to do what he does best. He's meant to serve vaginas. It provides a completion for him. I'll even go so far as to say a purpose in life. He's become my baby with just one purpose in every day and that is to love my vagina. As reward he gets to feed off my pee pee and please me and make me feel happy. Besides that I change him when he's wet and comfort him and do all those other mommy things. There is no reason for him to be anything more than a baby. The rest is useless. His world is between my legs. And since I am generous, I'm happy to share him with you and the other ladies. He's got enough time on his hands to take care of more vaginas than mine. I think its good for him to know many vaginas."

Ethel had her eyes closed. She was mesmerized by the pleasure I was giving her. "But still Charlotte. I think turning Greg into your sort of walking, what can I say, chamber pot, is..."

Charlotte broke out laughing. "Ethel!"

"Well it is sort of true."

"He loves it. Greg worships it. Don't you Greg?"

I stopped what I was doing and turned my head to look at Charlotte. I was crying. I had heard about chamber pots. I knew what they were.

"Yes Aunt Charlotte. Don't you love me?" I said through choking tears.

"Love you? Perhaps so. The main thing is you love me. Don't you?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."

"It doesn't really matter what I think about you. After all, are you really someone that I should admire?"

I didn't answer. I just whimpered quietly. I felt so confused I did not know what to say. I thought Charlotte loved me. I felt despondent. The way she talked about me to Ethel gave me a sad feeling and waves of tears seemed to come to my eyes as I felt the pain.

"Oh damn, Ethel, the baby has to be comforted again. I've got no pee. Why don't you give him a nice feeding."

"Charlotte!" Ethel said.

"Go ahead, its the only way to calm him down. He'd especially love to get yours. Don't you Vickie? Don't you want Aunt Ethel to give you some pee?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said, even though I thought I did not really want to get it.

"So go ask Aunt Ethel. She might have to be convinced since she's not so sure that its a good idea. I'm sure if you plead for it you can wear down her resistance."

I turned back toward Ethel and said, "may I have your pee pee Aunt Ethel?"

"Vickie? Greg? Why are you crying?"

"I don't know."

"Is it because you don't want pee?"

I hesitated and then said, "no I want your pee pee Aunt Ethel."

"Maybe if you asked your Aunt Ethel politely, and said "please" she might give you some," Charlotte said.

"Its OK, Charlotte," Ethel said, "you don't have to be so hard on her."

"She should never forget to be polite. I don't ever want to be embarrassed by her behavior."

I cried more loudly. Ethel said, "come on honey, what do you want?"

"Please, Aunt Ethel, I would like some of your pee pee."

"Some of it?" Charlotte said.

"All of it, Aunt Ethel, may I have all of your pee pee?"

Ethel and I starred at each other for a minute, while the tears fell down my cheeks.

"If I give it to you will you stop crying?"

"Yes, Aunt Ethel."

"How do I do this Charlotte?" Ethel said.

"Its probably best to stand with your legs apart. Don't worry, Vickie won't lose a drop."

"Honey, don't forget to lick on Aunt Ethel's clitoris while you drink her pee."

I nodded my head and got into position after Ethel stood up. I clamped my mouth over her vagina and waited.

"I feel so silly," Ethel said.

"Go ahead Ethel, its an incredible experience. You'll bond with Vickie. You'll never want her out of your sight."

I felt Ethel relax and then tense her muscles and then a flood of hot pee came rushing in a spurt into my mouth. My tongue held its position against her clitoris and Ethel let out a small screech of pleasure.

"See what I said?" Charlotte said with some pride.

 

Later that evening after Ethel had put me to bed she suddenly exclaimed to Charlotte, "oh, shit!"

"Whats the matter?" Charlotte asked.

Ethel related her encounter with Linda in the hallway. "This could be bad."

"Bad for Greg. I suppose Lillian will surely take a dim view of his preoccupation with vaginas."

"Lillian could accuse us of child abuse."

"Ethel, if anything I could sue Lillian for dumping her problem on me for the summer. I know that I volunteered to take him, but Jesus, she surely must have had some inkling of how messed up he is. After all, you remember she and Lei were telling us about his transvestism in the bra shop."

"Thats one thing, but what has happened here is quite another. How can you possibly explain his pee drinking as not involving our complicity???"

"His relentless pressure upon us? In any event, in so far as the world is concerned it never happened."

"But he might claim it happened."

"Preposterous. Anyway, if you're so worried about Lillian, why didn't you think of this before?"

"I really don't know, to tell you the truth. I've always wanted to do whats best for Greg."

"So have I, Ethel, and I rest easy knowing I have always done so."

 

The phone rang and woke Charlotte and I at 6AM. "Hello?" Charlotte said when she finally got to the phone at the eighth ring. "Lillian! What a surprise! How..."

While I listened to her half of the conversation from my crib I tried to ignore how wet and uncomfortable I was from the waist down. Otherwise I felt refreshed and ready for the day. I looked forward to Maria holding me and getting to play with Teddy and Kathy.

"Emergency? What are you talk..."

"Of course Greg is fine. I would let you know if anything..."

"She did, did she?"

"You are? Fine, Lillian, whatever you want, but..."

"If you think it best then I'm certainly not going to contradict you."

"Late this afternoon, fine we all look forward to seeing you."

Charlotte hung up the phone and came back into the bedroom. "Your mom will be coming this afternoon. She's taking the first flight back from London. It seems our friend Linda called her to say you were in danger. Lillian's little baby in danger? Can you imagine anything more ridiculous?"

Charlotte smiled at me and I smiled back at her.

"Come my precious baby, lets get you changed. I bet you're drenched. Then you can climb into bed with me take care of my vagina. OK honey?"

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte."

"Lillian won't get here until after dinner. Between my vagina and Ethel's we should be able to keep you pretty occupied today."

 

 

That evening I was playing with Lisa in my crib when my mom rang the bell of Charlotte's apartment. I heard her excitedly talking to Charlotte and Ethel. "Where's Greg!"

"There's no need for drama, Lillian. You do look marvelous. I think the trip has done wonders for you."

"Where's Greg!"

"He's in the bedroom," Charlotte said.

"Greg! Oh, Greg!" Lillian said as she rushed into the room. "What? A crib? You're in a crib! Whats happened to you?" She began crying. I smiled at her from the crib.

"Hi mommy!" I said. "I'm Aunt Charlotte's baby girl! She's my nice Aunt Charlotte!"

"A diaper. Why are you wearing a diaper?"

"Mommy, I wet the bed and Aunt Charlotte put me in diapers. I wet a lot! This is my dolly Lisa!" I said clutching the doll and showing her.

"I've got to get you out of this ridiculous outfit."

"Mommy I like my bunny suit!"

"And these stupid diapers! Charlotte, where are Greg's clothes?"

Charlotte had come in the room followed by Ethel. "Ethel, get Greg's clothes will you dear."

Ethel left and a minute later came back with my original suitcase and laid it on Charlotte's bed.

Lillian ran over to it and opened it up and snatched underwear, a shirt and pants from it. "Here, honey, you'll put these on now and I'm taking you home from this nightmare."

"Mommy, I don't want to wear Greg's clothes. I want to wear my diaper!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Greg. Take the stupid diaper off."

"No, mommy, I don't want to take off my diaper." I started crying.

"Jesus Christ Charlotte, I don't know know what you've done to him, but I'm going to make sure the police send you away for a long long time."

"Lillian you're mad. If anything, I won't have YOU arrested for foisting him upon me. OK I realize that I did make the initial suggestion to have Greg here, but only you knew what was lurking in his mind: what was ready to come out. Far be it for me to pronounce judgment about families, but there is clearly some deep dark secrets in yours."

Lillian turned beet red. "How dare you blame Greg. You did some perverted magic on him to make him like this. Come on Greg get that diaper off." She grabbed my arm and led me to the changing table. "Get up, I'll undo the pins."

I wailed loudly and resisted her.

Lillian took several deep breathes. "Your father will have to come back tomorrow and then he'll straighten you out. You're coming home with me. You can wear your diaper underneath your jeans. Put them on."

She unzipped the bunny suit and while I cried she lifted out one leg and then the other. As she tried to put the jeans around my leg I cried out, "mommy I want to wear my pretty dress. I only want to wear my dresses. Aunt Charlotte bought me so many pretty dresses."

"Boys don't wear dresses Greg!"

"I am not a boy mommy. I'm Aunt Charlotte's little girl."

"Fucking Charlotte!" Lillian said.

"Lillian. Don't blame me and don't act so self-righteous. You knew darn well he was wearing bras in your house. Lei even warned us about it. From the moment Greg arrived here he plotted to wear every girlish thing he could. Even your friend Linda and her girl friends had him sneaking my lingerie out of the apartment to show to them. He was practically one of the girls as far as I can tell. God, just a few days since he arrived he was begging me to wear my girdle. And then he conned Ethel into buying him a pair of boobs. I mean Lillian, we had such a rough time with him and we kept it from you so that you could have the time of your life in London."

"Charlotte, you are so full of it."

"Lillian. I've been your good friend for years. I truly meant well. I can understand your pain. It pains me and it pains Ethel. Greg seemed like such an intelligent young man. But inside he was and is like he says, a baby girl. He sees himself as a little baby girl. He's obsessed by it. He's bonded to me because I did not say "no", even though on retrospect I suppose I should have. In hindsight maybe Ethel and I should have toughed it out with him. But you don't know how tenacious Greg was and how persistently he can sneak around until he gets what he wants. And boy did he want to wear bras and panties and the pretty dresses and especially the boobs. In fact, I forbade him to wear them after he came back with them and it made him none too happy. He became so despondent and upset that I eventually let him have them again."

Lillian fell into renewed tears while listening to this. She sat down on the edge of the bed and weeped. Ethel handed her a Kleenex and she blew her nose. "Greg's father is coming tomorrow and then you'll hear from us. Come on Greg we're going home. Put on your dress, I don't care. I'm getting you home."

"Thank you mommy," I said. "Can I wear my new pink dress?"

"Yes, go wear the new pink one."

"Ethel will pack some of Greg's lingerie and dresses for you. We can also give you some diapers."

"Keep your diapers Charlotte. I'll use disposables if I have to."

"Cloth is better."

"I've raised two children Charlotte, I think I know a thing or two about diapers."

 

Postscript

 

Greg's dad came home and contacted the police to press charges of child abuse against Charlotte. Physical abuse was not suspected since it was not mentioned by Greg and the result of his spankings and manipulation by Philippe was not noticed by Lillian since she refused to diaper him. The case for his psychological abuse hinged upon establishing Charlotte's role in Greg's age regression. Ultimately she was fined $1000 and given a one month suspended sentence for "forced diapering" after the incident of his bed wetting. Greg's occasional reference to "wanting pee pee" was not understood for its literal meaning, nor was his occasional claim of being a "vagina princess".

After several months of therapy Greg reverted back to his appropriate age. The change was swift once it began and it was a great relief to his parents and Lei to be able to dispose of the wardrobe that had been brought back from Charlotte's apartment. Lillian did keep a bra or two and some panties in a secret place for Greg so that she would not have to worry about him raiding her drawer. By the time Greg was fully Greg again he had only vague memories of his life as Vickie. These were most vivid when he felt the need to crossdress. He was able to gain entrance to UCLA for the spring semester and his parents sent him there to make sure he stayed as far from Charlotte as possible. Lillian made sure Linda knew how much they appreciated her intervention and they all agreed that it was best if Greg and had no contact with her, since it could only remind him of Charlotte.

For his visits back to New York Greg avoided Manhattan as much as possible and completely stayed away from lower Manhattan. However, one day fifteen years later when he was in his early thirties Greg visited NYU as part of a math conference. The sight of the cafe where he had run into Linda and her friends brought back a flood of unnamed emotions. He found himself walking up Fifth avenue to Charlotte's apartment building and entered it behind a delivery man who was buzzed in. With increasing emotion he took the elevator to Charlotte's apartment and rang the bell. Charlotte smiled when she saw him. Greg was surprised by how much she had aged but also by how much she had stayed the same. She held up one finger and he followed her into the living room. She sat down on what he noticed was a new leather sofa. She spread her legs apart and hiked up her skirt. Greg knelt in front of her and said, "Aunt Charlotte please help me take off your panty girdle."

"I will Vickie honey, I will."

 

The End

  

  

  

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