TRAINING FOR WOMANHOOD

Yes, it all began with auntie, the same auntie who gave me this type-writer 40 years ago on which I will write my story, just as it happened.

The year is 1933 and I was eleven years old. I had recently started at boarding school which was eight miles from my home. The home I had known since the earliest of times. It was a large house standing in beautiful gardens. Here I learnt to crawl, toddle and walk. The family I

knew about me were my grandfather, a giant of a man in every respect, my mother and three spinster aunts. My father had walked out before I even knew him. I have never seen him in all my life.

Home was essentially Victorian, with grandfather ruling all about him. The three aunts seemed to have missed out on life as far as meeting partners went. My mother was the youngest of the sisters, who were all good looking women. Yet there was one particular aunt to whom I went every time when I wanted to confide something, Somehow it was so easy to tell her anything. I couldn't do this with my mother even.

At this time, my favourite aunt decided to have a two bedroomed  bungalow built in the grounds, away from the big house. I suppose she wanted more privacy and as she used to write a lot and audit accounts, she felt the need for quiet ... not that the big house was ever really noisy.

I watched the building of the house or bungalow during weekends and holidays. It faced south, and the west sides were one long glass window. I watched the furniture moved in. Aunts bedroom and sitting room were one open-plan space in an L-shape. I began to think how nice it would be, how I would be able to come along and sit with her and talk over my young problems.

Aunt was a fine looking woman of about 40 then. About 5 ft 6 ins with a very good figure. Her long brown hair by day she wore in a bun. She dressed well, mostly in dark blue I recall.

Well, whilst I was away at school, auntie had finally completed her move to the bungalow, so when I next came home I almost ran across the grounds to the "secret place" which was hidden from the main house by large trees. Even before the move, when at home, 1 often went to her mom in the morning because she always kept a supply of my favourite ginger cake and ginger biscuits. It was like that one morning during the summer holidays. Off I ran on the usual path on the bungalow. Auntie had just finished dressing for lunch. (She always changed about midday) I remember running to her and putting my arms about and pressing myself close. I could feel the firmness of her corset beneath the dress and just pressing there somehow felt nice. We sat and had the usual ginger cake and my glass of lemonade. Oh well, I thought I have six weeks or more of being able to come here. My mother was always out in the morning driving grandfather round the countryside to call on one or two of his favourite pubs.

As it always seemed, it was a lovely summer day once more when I made my way once again across the grounds. Aunt was writing at her desk when I entered. The goodies were already placed on a table in anticipation. When I had had some cake, I started to browse around whilst we talked. My eye caught on a corset and some undies lying on a chair. I didn't know why but I felt the desire to try them on. Aunt continued to write, she had her back to me. 1 slipped off my shirt and short trousers, my socks and shoes. I took the corset of pink satin with hookside fastening and wrapped it round myself. It fitted very loosely, for I did not at eleven have aunt's 28" waist measurements. There were some silk stockings lying on the chair also. These I also put on and hooked on to the suspenders . . . The stockings were wrinkled, the corset sagged, a slip hung loose over my slim frame. . . yet suddenly I felt somehow like I had never felt before an indescribable feeling inside. Aunt turned from her desk and looked at me, she hadn't known what I was doing. She smiled . . . "Oh you do look nice" . . . at that moment the door opened and a friend called in. She thought my aunt was alone. I retreated into a corner, but not before the other woman had seen me and laughed her head off ... "Oh, what a sight, what a funny nephew you have."

I was most embarrassed and sat down behind aunt's bed, out of sight. After the woman had left I emerged, but found I didn't even know what to say to aunt. She seemed to realise what I felt . . . "Never mind, you aren't doing any wrong. Some people like to dress-up ... actors do, don't they!"

Feeling shy I took off the corset and other things and re-dressed in my boys clothes. Yet, with that very first time I had found something which told me . . . "Oh, how  l wish, how I wish, I could be that way all the time". Perhaps my secret wish showed, for aunt said. . . "come again any morning when you want to and I'll put some things out for you. I won't tell anyone, not even mummy. It was just unlucky someone called, they hardly ever do."

I felt I couldn't wait for another time to come. When it did, perhaps two or three days later I hurried to the bungalow . . . there was aunt . . . there were the ginger biscuits and cake and the pop. Again I began to feel a bit shy over what I had done and sat down with the eats ...

"When you have had that, I've laid some things out for you on the bed" auntie said. I gulped, I didn't expect she would. I thought she meant it jokingly before . . . but I crammed the last of the cake into my mouth and walked to the bedside. There, laid out was a genuine Victorian corset in white, with satin ribbon round the top and little bows on the suspenders. It had front busk-fastening and back lacing. A pair of stockings, directoire knickers and blue silky slip, a white satin bra and a dress ...

"Oh, auntie, may I try all this ... do you mean it?"

Of course she meant it. I was quickly out of my horrible boys clothes and, whilst auntie went back to the desk I began to dress, fastening the corset down the front, stepping into the knickers, fixing the stockings. . . the slip . . . the dress ... Oh heaven, what a glow I had upon me, something was stirring, yet I couldn't place it."

"Well Auntie, how-do I look" I said as I emerged from the back of the room . . . She simply looked at me and smiled . . .

"now come and sit down and have some more pop and biscuits . . . you can stay here foran hour or so . . ." "An hour or so" I though, just like this, wonderful.

Well the hour went and I had to return. Not my mother or the other two aunts knew anything of my secret. But each day I couldn't wait to return to the bungalow. Fortunately I was able to most days, and then one day came a further step, another break-through. I had dressed again in the Victorian corset and undies. Aunt was at this time sitting at her dressing-table, doing her hair and make-up, of which she wore just a little .....

"Come here and take off that slip. You want to be properly laced up in that corset".

I did as she said.

She turned me round and began to pull up the back-lacing as tight as she could. The corset was originally meant for an 18" waist and I even remember the corsetiere's name on the inside . . . "Madam Worth corset".

"Now let's see if you have all the front fastening done correctly". From the top there were five fasteners and below these two hook-and-eye clips. "You haven't got the bottom two fixed" she said and leant forward on her dressing-table stool as if to adjust them. As she did so, her fingers showed ... it acted like a shot in the arm. The penis rose instantly . . . another new sensation flowed through me . . . auntie allowed the two lower fasteners to remain undone so that the virgin penis could stand erect. She looked me hard in the eye whilst she very slowly began to stroke. me ever so softly. She watched for my reaction. I stood there incapable of moving away ... and not wanting to. Again she looked down at my little penis.

"Is that nice, do you like what I am doing?"

"Oh auntie . . . it's lovely . . . I don't know what I really feel, I've never known anything like it before, not ever."

She continued to stroke me until I suddenly realised I had a marvellous surging sensation coming over me. It seemed to rise to a peak of sheer joy and my unbroken voice cried out. The sensational feeling died down, but the penis remained quite erect.

Auntie continued to stroke me and several times the great sensation returned and thrilled through my body.

(Of course, later I knew that I was having a climax each time, but no sperm emitted). I left the bungalow that morning filled with a completely new feeling for life . . . "We have a new secret dear, we don't have to mention a word to anyone" said aunt.

"Oh auntie, it was so wonderful ... you are so wonderful. I can't wait to come again".

And so it was every holiday and every time I had a chance to visit the bungalow. On one of the later occasions, I had dressed for an hour or so and sat eating my cake . . . We seemed to sort of save the sensual parts for last ... like a kid saves the best bit of a treat . . .

"Well now, off with the dress and petticoat. Let me see how Little Boy Blue is today" aunt said quietly. She was sitting in a loosely fitted silk dressing-gown and I could see the deep cleavage between her breasts for she had not yet put on her brassiere. I walked over to her as she sat on the stool. Just wearing the corset and stockings, she undid the two bottom fasteners, but knowing the treat in store, the penis was ready to erect the moment it was released from the corset clips. She began to stroke me again and I felt myself reach the still dry climax as aunt rubbed me and I moved myself in and out. . . "Oh heavens, more, more auntie" . . . This time her other hand carressed the little bag into which the testicles were soon to drop. The dressing-gown was becoming looser and my hands dropped from her shoulders where I was clinging on to the warmth of the breasts. I had never of course touched a woman's breasts before and I could feel the nipples began to get larger and harder as I fondled them. She continued to sit on the stool and as I stood before her she rested her head on the so firm corset covering my tummy whilst still plying my penis to further thrills ...

It was amazing to think, when the family were all together later, that this smart lady in her blue dress and I were enacting a secret ritual some hours before ... me still a schoolboy and her a mature woman of forty plus. There was never a hint of a glance or anything when with family or friends. Sometimes we went for a walk with her dog over the downs and then it was as if nothing ever happened, just another nephew and aunt. This relationship lasted this way for two years or so. At thirteen, I was still making calls and eating ginger cake before and after.

By now I had grown and filled out quite a bit. She would still lace me firmly into the corset and we would find some padding for her bra. Stockings no longer got baggy, but were held taught by the suspenders. Now aunt produced a pair of black seamed stockings and looking at myself in the long mirror when wearing them I found a new dimension of sexual thrill.

By now she used to lock the door to the bungalow, just in case we were disturbed, but we never were . . . "come to auntie Tony (for that is my male name I was given at christening), come and hold my breasts while I provide you with your usual thrills."

She nursed me gently, and somehow this day I felt even more excited. She sat there in a silk slip covering her foundation garment. She sat there with her legs between mine and I stood almost over her with mine apart. The stocking was as gentle as ever, yet if anything my penis was larger and pinker then ever. She well knew when I was reaching one of my climax, because I couldn't help a few little sighs and moans ...

"Yes Auntie . . . yes, it's getting . . . close . . . and now as the stroking grew tense, suddenly from the penis spurted my first grown climax. Oh, what a sensation!

I was almost frightened, for I knew nothing of facts of life, no-one had told me anything. I knew the general facts that one had to have union with a woman to procreate, but nothing about emitting semen. "Auntie, what's happened, what it?"

"You have grown up, become a man. . . well a sort of a man. We'll have to clean up . . . even the carpet . . . look, she said bending down and wiping it with the petticoat she had intended to wear that day. After which she tried to explain to me what had happened to change me.

"We'll see next time you come to the bungalow and be ready. How do you feel

now", she asked as I took off the corset and things in front of her.

I must admit I felt somewhat embar­rassed when sitting at dinner-table that night with my mother and the two other aunts and grandfather. It had been a shock, but a lovely one!

Well, between school and playing a few boys games I did manage to see aunt frequently. I think she treated me so with my cross-dressing desires out of some sort of sympathy and the knowledge that it gave me a wonderful satisfaction. For herself, I suppose it grew from the normal frustration of a fairly sexual women, whose Victorian father had denied her many opportunities. Though I don't think she was a virgin for one she made her move, she seemed to know the way around. At forty plus, she perhaps saw me as the last chance for some excitement . . . even though I was only a child so to speak. She knew what I desired and was fully prepared to extend to me a way to love, and with her clothes, a way to express myself as I wished I had been born to do ... to live a woman's life (which some forty years later, I do to a much fuller extent).

I was at the bungalow again a little later. As always she had put all the clothes out for me. She locked the door behind me when I got there, and let me dress in my own time. When I had completed that she now let me use her make-up and that made me feel so much more complete female. Her shoes too would now fit me and she had some fairly high heels, which I loved. There was a curtain which she could draw across the room to shut off half the room where the bed was. While I was sitting in front of the mirror doing the final touches to powder and lips, aunt drew the curtain and disappeared behind ... Soon I heard her say. . . "Come in when you're ready, we'll have the biscuits and drink by the bed today." I went through the curtain and she lay there on the bed curled up, completely naked . . .

"It's time we took another step nephew".

I lay on the bed beside her, fully dressed and we ate the cakes and biscuits and drank my lemonade ... I studied her fine body and she turned fully onto her back. I had never seen a woman completely naked before. Simply the sight gave me a full, twitching erection even before she put her hand up the dress I was wearing and touched me through the silk knickers ... It wasn't easy to concentrate on lemonade and cake whilst she was doing this. ... I put my lips to her breast, something else I had never known before . . . the nipple pinkened and hardened. This time it was auntie who gave a little soft sigh. She turned and started to unbutton the dress I wore lit unbuttoned right down the front I remember), she lifted my leg and began to pull off the knickers . . . the slip was removed too, and there I lay, tightly held in the Victorian corset and bra. Aunt ran her hand slowly and softly up and down my black clad legs, then undoing the two bottom fasteners, she had prepared me. Again she turned fully on her back and taking my hand she placed it on the vagina. And so I had my first intercourse!

"Oh aunt, was I alright?"

"You were fine, if a bit quick, but the excitement of the first time, no doubt . . . You'll improve. Now be changed and off with you, you girl/boy, or your mother will be home and wondering where you are.

"Oh auntie, you have given me so much, and allowed my little madness, if that's what it is, to dress in your clothes ... but it is all wonderful dressing and being taught by you. How can I ever thank you.

"You don't have to, my need is greater than yours ... I don't have much time left for love. You have all your life, whichever way you turn."

Two years or more had passed since I first went to the bungalow, just for a cake . . . and then the clothes, and now the ultimate. We had about another year (or what I had of the year when not at school) before a change was to take place.

The year passed and aunt and I continued to have pleasure with each other. At the end of this time, the house was sold and we all moved a few miles away to live in another eight bedroomed house, but now there was no bungalow. Somehow there were little opportunity for such times as we had experienced.

I would visit aunt's room, but it was next to my mother's and then the other side grandfather, past eighty but still ruler. So generally it was a quiet tea and biscuits and a chat and then she would lend me corsets and things to take away to my own room, where behind a locked door I could dress and pose in the mirror for all my own pleasure. And then another change, when I was sixteen I met and fell in love with a girl for the first time. I thought, perhaps now I shall return to being a normal male, how wrong I was proved to be in this as I have remained an avid Transvestite all my life! Christine.