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Anyone who should not read this should not read this, so don't!
Anyone else, please do.  Previous chapters are archived at
www.fictionmania.com under my name (Pamela).

Charlotte's Niece

by

Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)

Copyright 2001


Chapter 16 (A)


As we walked back to the apartment I turned to Charlotte and said, "Aunt 
Charlotte, what's going to happen to me at the end of the summer?"

She stared at me for a minute deep in thought and then said, "what do you 
mean?"

"You know, Aunt Charlotte, I'm all dressed like, I mean I'm being Vickie 
now, but when my mom and dad get back..."

"What ARE you going to do?" she said with a trace of amusement.

"I guess I'll have to stop being Vickie. Won't I, Aunt Charlotte?"

Charlotte looked at me again and smiled, "you mean pretend to be a boy 
again?"

I winced at the remark.  I wanted to say that I was a boy but I could not 
get the words  out of my throat. I was too scared to say it to Charlotte. 
But just as important I was  aware of wearing my padded bra  and the gentle 
massage of my pantyhose and I wondered myself where Greg was.  "It would 
really hurt my mom and dad to see me as Vickie!"

"So you finally figured that out!" Charlotte said contemptuously. "I hate to 
think of Lillian's pain when she sees what you really are. Of course, I'll 
do whatever I can to help her through the hurt."

I felt a raw ache inside like I'd been kicked. "Can't you help me, Aunt 
Charlotte?" I felt bewildered. Had it all been my doing?

I don't know if she heard me because she kept on, "and your dad! Do you 
think he'll get angry at you? Will he show you any understanding?"

I was fighting back tears with all my might.

"A person has to live by their decisions. Lord knows Ethel and I have  gone 
too far to placate your feelings. Really, what other choice did we have? You 
wanted fancy bras and panties, we gave them to you. You wanted a figure, 
Ethel indulged you too much in my opinion. So now you have your own padded 
bras. How long until you're no longer content again. Will you want a corset 
next, or my girdles? Will you want to wear my dresses or Ethel's? What's 
next honey?"

Some tears were running down my cheeks. Charlotte faced me. "I don't mean to 
give you the wrong impression, Vickie. You do make a sweet girl and I'll 
even go so far as to say that you're pretty, but it is more than a little 
too late to be worrying what Lillian and your dad will think. If you want, 
Ethel and I could call Lillian and tell her now about what you've done. I do 
have some fear that by holding off, Lillian will place  blame on Ethel and 
myself."

"Please don't call my mom," I said, struggling through tears.

"Your make-up is becoming a mess. We'll sit down at a bench and give you a 
chance to collect yourself."

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte."  We were passing a small park and sat down at a 
vacant bench.

I opened my purse and took out my compact and opened it up to look at my 
face.  The light mascara had run a little. "Aunt Charlotte, I don't know how 
to fix myself!" I said.

"Don't be upset. Give me a tissue and I'll clean it up a bit." I took a 
tissue out of the purse and gave it to Charlotte. She dabbed at my eyes and 
shortly had me looking decent again.

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Look, Vickie, I know you think I'm hard hearted but I actually do care 
about you. I do get pleasure out of seeing how pretty you are. It is amusing 
to see you wanting to be pretty and I want to help you be as pretty as you 
can be. You are a  feminine girl and there aren't too many of them nowadays. 
But outside this summer with Ethel and me you are on your own. I don't like 
Greg. He's phony. As far as I'm concerned he'd dead. Good riddance, I don't 
want to know what's going on in his mind. I suppose Lillian and your dad 
love him, and if he ever finds his way back to life then they will have him. 
If not, I don't know what to say!"

I sank down on the seat feeling as if an enormous weight was settling on top 
of me. A shiver of fear ran up and down my spine. I wanted to cry but crying 
would do no good. Maybe I could talk to Ethel about this. What could I say? 
I was so weary I wanted to fall asleep on the bench.  I do not know what 
made me do it, but I shifted my  bottom a little bit away from Charlotte and 
leaned over so my head fell into her lap.  My cheek felt the sudden warmth 
of her skirt. Charlotte gently lay her hand over my face and rubbed my 
forehead. I began sobbing quietly.  After a minute or two I felt Charlotte's 
thumb on my lips, and this time I accepted it immediately and began to suck 
on it.  Her nail was long and hard and my tongue played with it. The other 
fingers of her hand rested against my cheek and I enjoyed the warmth they 
provided.

I must have been lying like that for fifteen minutes. I was now just holding 
onto her thumb with my mouth and my tongue lay still.  She took her finger 
out and dried it on her skirt.  I said to Charlotte, "I don't think I have 
any more of my boy clothes do I, Aunt Charlotte?"

"No, I had Ethel take them away. I didn't see why Vickie would need them."

"Oh," I hesitated and then said, "I was thinking that maybe I could put on a 
boy shirt at least so I could go to the library and do a little bit of my 
math research."

"No, Vickie, you'll have to give up on the math."

I still had my head on her lap and I looked up at her face.  She looked down 
at me and we starred at each other.  "In fact, you should work this summer. 
I'm toying with the idea of asking Angela if she has an opening for an 
assistant.  You remember her? She was here Wednesday. She's a fitting expert 
for Olga bras. She goes  to the different department stores and holds a 
clinic for girls who want to learn about the best bra for their figures. Its 
hard work and she  employs a young girl or two to help out."

"What would I do? I don't know anything about bra fitting."

"You'd probably just have to help her set up, and go fetch bras for the 
ladies. Lots of little tasks which I'm sure you can handle. I'll call her 
when we get back. I'm sure it would only be for a few days each week. On the 
other days, I'll enroll you in some classes. There a very nice sewing class 
held in the fabric shop down the block. They'll teach you how to make your 
own dresses and blouses. It'll be a nice bunch of girls and it'll help you 
learn some important things."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"And I'm thinking of putting you in a ballet class at the dance academy. 
It's also nearby. I have to check if there is a beginners class at a 
convenient time.  There are some nice leotards in your bedroom, and some 
dance shoes, but we can also go shopping for what  you need."

I sat up.  "Aunt Charlotte, do you think I'll be able to dance? I mean how 
do you know I'll be able to do it?"

"They'll teach you. You'll learn  the ballet movements."

"But what if I can't do it? What if the other girls are much better than 
me?"

"The other girls will be beginners also. I'm sure you'll have enough talent 
to do what the teacher says. There might also be some boys in the class. 
It'll be a lot harder on them, since boys are usually awkward and don't know 
anything about grace. Anyway the class won't be large, and I'm sure the 
other girls will be  supportive of you and help you. Certainly the more 
experienced girls will help you out."

I contemplated what my future looked like. I should be doing my research, 
but that was something Greg was doing. I don't know if I could ever secretly 
do research as Vickie. Her mind was not oriented that way. A few moments 
later, Charlotte signaled it was time to move along and I got up and we 
resumed our walk home.


*******************


A few blocks later we came upon a  corner store with a large display window 
and stopped in front of it.  There were several  arrangements of mannequins 
wearing dresses.  Most of them had a  grown women  accompanied by a 
mannequin of a young girl. The dresses for each pair of figures matched. If 
the adult had on a dress of a certain style, then her "daughter" had on a 
nearly identical dress, with the difference being that the younger girl's 
dress flared outwards and covered  a petticoat.

"What is this store?" Charlotte said. She stepped back to look up at the 
sign  reading "Storybook Dresses."  "I never knew this was here. I've heard 
about it, but I thought it was further uptown. Aren't these dresses  
pretty!"

I was more than a little speechless staring at a wonderfully pretty white 
dress with black trim. The left hand of the young girl mannequin was holding 
up her skirt revealing a white crinoline underneath with lace edged in 
black.  She was curtseying and her right hand was holding onto her mom's. 
Her mom was smiling off into space. Her dress was of an identical white 
color with a portrait neckline and the same black accents, but it fell to 
just above her knee without a petticoat.

"Aren't they pretty?" Charlotte asked again.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."

"What one are you staring so hard at? That white and black one?"

"The girl is curtseying just like you taught me," I said.

"Would you like to curtsey in a dress like that?" Charlotte said.

"Uh, hunh," I said  without thinking.

"C'mon then. They're open, lets see if they have it. I'll get the ladies 
dress and you get the baby's. We can wear them to the opera one night. 
Wouldn't that be fun?"


*********************************

Inside the shop,  Charlotte pointed out the dresses in the window that we 
were interested in, and the saleswoman said, "thats the gingham taffeta 
ensemble. So pretty!"

Looking me over the woman said, "do you want the misses style or the girls?"

"She'll have the girl's dress,"  Charlotte said.

"Are you sure? She looks a little too busty for that."

Charlotte laughed, "its no concern,  her bra is all padding." Charlotte  
turned to me and said, "its a good thing we have your trainer bra with us. 
You'll have to take your new bra off while you try on the dress."

Since the bra store, Charlotte had been holding my bra in her purse. She 
took it out and handed it to me.

"Good," the saleswoman said, "then let me go find you some dresses to try 
on. Meet me in the fitting room."

We walked to the back of the shop into a communal fitting room. It was a lot 
larger than the one in the bra store. There were individual nooks around the 
room with little platforms to stand on, and mirrors grouped around each one.

"Take off your top and put on the bra," Charlotte said, and I obeyed her. 
There was just one other group  in the room, a mother and her two young 
daughters trying on garish lime green dresses.

Charlotte pulled her blouse over her head and took off her skirt. "Take off 
your skirt too," Charlotte said. I took it off so both she and I were 
standing there in our underwear. Charlotte was wearing a beautiful white 
lace bra. The laced cascaded over the tops of her full and well shaped 
breasts. I couldn't stop sneaking looks at them. I think Charlotte noticed 
but she didn't say anything. I looked in the mirror and took in the sight of 
her womanly figure. Her waist was  thin for a woman her age and her hips 
were rounded forming a perfect feminine line. The thought came to my head 
that it was as perfect as any image I had ever seen of Marilyn Monroe. My 
own figure next to hers was juvenile. She was a good six inches taller than 
me.  In my tiny bra my chest was like that of a young girl. There was a 
graceful willowy quality to my thin frame,  and I was sure my waist came in 
pleasantly, but my hips were not rounded enough or as much as I would have 
liked. I saw Charlotte looking at me looking at her in the mirror. I turned 
around and faced her. She sat down in a chair looking at me.

She said, "come over here."  I walked over and stood in front of her.

"You look very pretty, Vickie. You just have to do something about that." 
She indicated the slight bulge of my penis. "It gets in the way."

I was surprised she noticed it, she had never said anything about it before.

"I don't know what I can do, Aunt Charlotte," I said, fumbling for words.

"What you can do is get rid of it."

"What!," I said excitedly, "I can't do that. My mom and dad. And I don't 
know about that. I never thought about it. Are you going to make me do 
that?"

"I'm not going to hurt you!" Charlotte said soothingly. "I'm  trying to 
think out loud with you. Its something you will need to think about 
eventually. I don't know exactly when. I suppose you're too young now. But 
it is a despicable thing to have. Look  what it does to  your pantyhose."

She took her finger and poked my penis. "Its not a big one. Are you still 
undeveloped?"

Embarrassed, I said, "I don't know what you mean."

"No matter, we'll have a look latter and see what we can do about it."

"I don't understand, Aunt Charlotte."

"Look, you've got to get it out of the way. We'll find a way to tuck it 
back. Some of your panties might help keep it stuck between your legs so its 
not so intrusive. I suppose if worse came to worse we could just have you 
wearing some strong foundation garments. Like my girdle. Or we could  get 
you some corsets. The best thing is to put a vagina there. It would suit you 
well!"

I was reeling. I had never thought about getting a vagina. I didn't know it 
was possible.  I heard Charlotte say,  "Look at my panties and look at 
yours."

Charlotte got up and turned sideways toward the mirror, so I could see how 
her panties fit over her vagina.  I did the same and the bump was pretty 
obvious, but it wasn't really all that big.

The  saleswoman came back while we were comparing our profiles in the 
mirror. She was carrying two dresses in plastic covers which she hung up on 
a nearby dress rack.

She must have overheard Charlotte comparing the look of our panties, since 
her eyes were fixed on the little bump of my penis. The woman seemed 
flustered and Charlotte said,  "it is what you think."

"I don't understand, so why is she...I mean he?.... why is he dressed as a 
girl?"

"He prefers dresses," Charlotte said.  "He'd be a girl if he had the 
choice."

"You're the first boy I've seen in here like that."

"Is that a problem?" Aunt Charlotte asked.

"No of course there's no problem I suppose. I mean it is a little 
surprising, since he is so pretty."

I found myself uncontrollably blushing.

"Except for the tiny bulge," the woman added.

"It is a nuisance, isn't it? Luckily she has a predilection for dresses, so 
I don't think it will often be obvious, outside of girls dressing rooms from 
time to time."

"Well she has certainly picked out one of our prettiest dresses." The woman 
got my dress and brought it over for me to look at. "In this,  you'll be 
wrapped up like a gorgeous holiday present!"

She took my dress out of its plastic and held it out for me. "Gleaming 
gingham taffeta," she said. "Go ahead touch the lush velvet."

I gently touched the  velvet trim at the neckline and sleeves,and let my 
fingers run through the tafetta. "Go ahead and put it on, while I get you a 
petticoat. With full skirted dresses like this, four rows of fine, soft 
tulle, in white."

I put the dress over my head with Charlotte helping me. I turned around and 
she zipped it up. I avoided looking in the mirror. The saleswoman came back 
with the petticoat and she had me step into it and then she pulled it up 
underneath the dress.  The flared skirt stood out in a large circle around 
me with the soft tulle petticoat filling up the space underneath it and 
gently touching my thighs.

"Go ahead and look at yourself!" the woman said, and she spinned me around 
so I was facing my image in the mirror. I looked cute.  I felt like a little 
doll.

"What do you think honey?" the saleswoman said, "you see it has a velvet 
ribbon sash."

I noticed the sash tied around my waist. "I like it," I said, and looked at 
Charlotte questioningly.

"Wait till I get my dress on. We have to see how we look together."

The saleswoman  took out Charlotte's dress from its plastic and Charlotte 
took it from her. Charlotte slipped it over her shoulders. It was a pullover 
dress and didn't have a back zipper like mine did. She arranged it and when 
she was done turned towards me.  I stood next to her. Charlotte put her arm 
on my shoulder and we stared at our matching images in the mirror.

"Just absolutely party perfect!" the saleswoman said. "Mother and daughter!"

She pointed to my petticoat and said, "see the hem line is trimmed in silky 
soft white satin ribbon."

Charlotte looked a bit dreamy eyed. I think it was a big moment for her too. 
I wondered if she was thinking about her lost baby.

Charlotte sat back down and said, "they're great. We'll purchase them."


******************************************

end 16A
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