Ray to Rachel Part 3
Ray to Rachel Part 3
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_A boy's fascination with panties leads him down a path he never intended, aided by an understanding relative. This story was inspired by my online friend Rachel Quinn, who also contributed many of the plot elements. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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"Now walk for me," she directed and watched as I walked away from and back toward her. Of course I walked like a boy and she instructed me about taking shorter strides and putting one foot more in front of the other, like I was walking a line. I tried that and she told me it made my butt look really nice as I walked.
She helped me put on a blouse and skirt, and then said all I needed was shoes. She brought out a pair of flats and told me that I could start practicing in heels once I had mastered walking properly.
I put the flats on and admired how I looked. We went to the kitchen where Aunt Mazzie prepared dinner while I practiced walking. Once I could walk like a girl consistently, she instructed me in how to sit, and various feminine mannerisms.
We had a nice dinner and I thanked my aunt for all she had done for me. She told me that while I worked outside I would wear boy clothes, but other time I could be a girl. Then she surprised me by saying, "Okay, let's go," picking up her car keys.
"But don't I need to change back?" I asked.
"Only if you are going to be working, or doing other non-ladylike things," she explained, "We're going shopping!"
I was really nervous about this, but my aunt was very reassuring. She explained how I should get into the car and out – first by sitting in the seat, then lifting my legs and rotating to bring them inside. She had me practice getting in and out several times to make sure I had it down. My heart raced as we drove. So much was happening so quickly and I hoped I could keep up with it all!
When we arrived at the shopping mall she reminded me to concentrate on my walking, which I did. I found that with the shorter stride I had to walk a little faster, but soon grew accustomed to it. We went into a department store and on to the lingerie department. Aunt Mazzie found some breast forms and chose a pair for me. "These are the right size for you now," she said, "Later you'll want bigger ones – these are good any time – even when swimming."
I wondered what I would look like in a swimsuit. I didn't think I could wear a bikini convincingly. I was beginning to get comfortable presenting myself as a girl and really liked it. I had been hard most of the time and kept looking down at my skirt to see if I was showing. Though I was very self-conscious about it, my fully erect small cock was in no danger of tenting my skirt!
While we were walking I realized that I had to pee. I thought I would be able to hold it until I got home, but with all this walking I got to the point where I just couldn't wait, and told Aunt Mazzie. She told me that we would go into a ladies room together and that I was to go into one of the stalls – and cautioned me to make sure I sat down! I was terribly nervous about this, but it seemed to work out fine. Aunt Mazzie remained in the lady's room, touching up her makeup while I pee'd. Afterward I washed my hands and we left.
Much relieved (in more ways than one), Aunt Mazzie led me to an area where there were many boys congregating. She wanted them to notice me and I began to get nervous again. "Just smile at the boys," she said.
I smiled at them and it just seemed to encourage them. I thought I would be safe with my aunt here to protect me, but one boy came over and said, "Hi, I'm Mark – are you new here?"
I was terrified, but had to respond, so I timidly said, "Yes, I'm staying with my aunt."
Mark smiled at me and said, "What's your name?"
I felt panic coming over me but Aunt Mazzie came to my rescue, saying, "Rachel, we have to be going." She took me by the hand and led me away, much to my relief.
"I'll be watching for you," called out Mark, as I left.
I was really shaken by that! As we walked out to the car I said, "That was close!"
Aunt Mazzie replied, "If you're going to be a girl, you have to deal with boys."
"I guess so," I replied, "But I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
"Boys, and men for that matter, are pretty easy to figure out," she said, "They have one major need, and if you take care of that, you'll do more than most girls do."
"You mean sex," I said.
"Well yes, of course," she replied, "If more women took care of their men there would be a lot less divorce, and we'd live in a much more peaceful world!"
"I guess that's not why you're divorced then," I said, immediately realizing that I might have insulted my aunt.
"Hardly!" Aunt Mazzie said, laughing, "Your uncle was gay and taught me how to give a good blowjob, and made me blow his friends too. We divorced because he took off to live with another guy."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"I'm better off without him," she said, "Though we do stay in touch."
"I like being a girl," I said, "But didn't realize it would make me gay, like my uncle?"
"Listen Rachel," my aunt replied, "When you are a boy you are straight, right?"
I nodded in acknowledgement.
"So why shouldn't you be straight as a girl?" she said.
"I'm not sure I know what to do," I protested.
"Of course you do," assured my aunt, "You know what you like as a boy, and other boys will like that too."
"I suppose you're right," I agreed.
"You don't need to be in any hurry for sex however," she replied, "If a boy tries to press you for sex and you're not ready, just say so, or that you are saving yourself for marriage."
It sounded easy and made sense, but I knew that boys could be persistent. Still, there was no need to fret over an imagined problem.
Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)