Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

And I thought we was ready! But she pulls out a whole set of professional makeup kits, brushes, like she is a restaurateur of paintings... And starts to work on my face. If sitting was more comfortable, I would be sleeping in minutes. But no, I have to feel getting made up, and let me tell you, it is feels like she is making me up to look like a clown. But at least then this whole 'be a girl' thing would be just a scam.

But when finally it is ready, and I look in the mirror... WHOA! Oh boy... Or more like, girl... no, no, WOMAN! The mirror got this star looking back at me, and she is just as surprised as me... It takes a moment or two and me closing my mouth and gulping to realize, she is me. It wholly blows my mind.

"A...auntie! You are marvelous!" I say in awe, trying some grimaces and fluttering my lashes, with some air-kisses. Then of course she has to show me the breasts. Another painful moment, as my cock tries to harden, straining against my cage. I am surprised, but really not, but gawk at the wobbly pair of prosthesis.

"Oh, come on, Auntie Devilla! When would I have time to take this much time to get ready? Wearing padded clothes would be better choice, no?" I try to get out of having the added weight plastered onto my front, but seeing her manicured and painted fingers hold the naked breasts, my erecting penis is just even more straining against its cage. With a sigh, I let her affix this next level of changes, with a made up head I can no longer look in a mirror and say I am a man.

"Promise me you would make some photos of me when we are finished for my yearbook!" of course I am still thinking about my so called friends and peers in the school I left behind, how jealous they would be to see the hottie I become. Maybe I could mail them the photo of my new girlfriend?

And all it takes is hair extensions and makeup...oh these boys are just so weak...even my sister's child, so weak, like putty...oh this is going to be so easy....or am I just that damn good at this? Well, Devilla this was your calling no doubt.....

"Now Chrissy I understand your excitement, but we have still a ways to go. Stand up!"

I take the breast forms and squeeze the special adhesive on to each one then I get ready to attach it to Chrissy's body....

"Now here goes the left one," I press it onto her chest, "And the right one." I do the same. I look back and see that they are even, them I take a brush and add some foundation, then some highlights to make it look as though the breast forms have a more natural look as they meet with Chrissy's real skin...

"Chrissy they look fantastic on you. They really do my dear. I'm not just saying that. Oh, you are going to be so convincing at The Lace Academy. None of the girls will know that you're a boy. So, what do you think?"

I let her take a real good look at herself, watch as she touches the breast forms and let it sink in further....

Keeping back a snort at her words, I just can't shatter my Auntie's mood. Why should I tell her that at first seeing the young woman in the mirror, and feeling like this towards Devilla surprised me into almost falling in love with the mirror image? My bad, and I also don't need to let her know that even my intelligence was overcome by the situation.

Oh, God, I hope that having blonde extensions and huge breasts, and playing on to be a girl does not lower my IQ!

But maybe leaving my home, loosing my parents, and missing my tentative friends did lowered my intelligence. Why would I otherwise say yes to trying on being a girl?

At her prodding I take another look at myself in the mirror. Boobies! Girl with boobs, big ones... And yes, I can feel my cock hardening at the sight of the upper half of the naked, model like girl. And I also can feel myself blushing, as slowly I realize that I am naked too... Then that the beauty in the mirror is me!

Humiliated, but still unable to pull my eyes away from the mirror, I take a real good look. And then look at my Aunt still through the mirror.

"Wow. And no way I can even imitate the movie like make up work daily." But of course I can't stop myself from weighting the breast-forms, or look at the picture of her tits fondled by my hands... "I wish she was my girlfriend..." I sigh, the start grimacing as the extra material inside my ass makes me remember my predicament.

"All right my dear Chrissy, you've had you hair lengthened and done, you makeup is done, and you have your breast forms, your cock is also locked up, and you've got your plug inside your ass to force you to walk like a lady. Now it is time to get you dressed. Come with Auntie."

I take her into an adjacent room...there are many rooms...a room for underwear and lingerie....a room for outfits of every kind...a room for dresses....and a room for shoes and boots...

I take her into the lingerie and find a corset in her size....

I find a white one, over the breast type and show her...

"This is a perfect one, I think it will look great on you, pinch in that waist a little more, and cover and support your breast forms."

I open it up and show her the steel boning and place it around Chrissy and one by one, I tie it around each pair of eyelets....at times I put my knee into her backside and pull hard on the lace....I can hear her protest, but continue anyway as it is for her own good....then I put her in front of the long mirror in the lingerie room...

"Look my dear. Look how womanly you are now. Your shape is as good as Auntie Devilla's. Admittedly, you do make a very pretty woman."

The frilly corset is a pain. But it hold my new weights in perfect place, helping with my stance too. And I welcome the hard outer shell, until my aunt just tries to kill me by pulling it close fully. I could only take small breaths, as my waist is tortured. Now I really know why the old time's women fainted that much! "Oh my God! Air!" I whisper, moaning in a little pain as even my fingers are tingling at the changed flow of blood.

I also flush, as the blood is being redirected towards other parts... One being my trapped cock, which is not really erect, more like feel bloated and tingly. Just like my fingers and toes. Still, the woman in the mirror just looks better. I would be falling in love with my mirror image, if not the increasing knowledge and feeling that she is me... "But I am a man!" I whine, and try to keep remembering my normal outlook. But it seems that I was not that big on primping in front of a mirror, because I could not recall my old self clearly. Just pieces and whatever I could see often. So, my hands, legs, which is still somewhat similar...

As I stare at my hands and legs, now without the mirror, I feel light headed.

I begin to strip down to show her my corset....


"Sweetie, do not think you are alone. I have worn a corset for years. In fact, for me, as a women, I cannot do without it. You can see what it has done for my figure."

I grab Chrissy by the chin....
"Look at me," I say sternly, "That's right, look at me. You are going to learn how to wear that corset because it is the difference of being in The Lace Academy or not being in The Lace Academy. If they get one whiff that you are a male, that you act like a male then you a have failed Auntie Devilla and more importantly yourself."

I pause for a moment and withdraw my hand from her chin...
"This corset you are wearing will not only keep your womanly figure, but it will project to everyone that YOU are a woman. It along with what is up your ass, will make you walk like a lady at all times," I tell Chrissy, "Actually, you are lucky to have this on. Trust me when I say that. Now, on to breathing."

I example for her breathing techniques....
"Always short breathes from the abdomen," I show her on her own body where, "Yes right here. You take small breaths through the nose and exhale through your mouth. If you feel any pain while you inhale, you've inhale too much. Now, you try."

Watching her partially disrobe is making me dizzy enough. I am already panting when she starts to show the breathing exercise, and I try to keep my balance - thank god for no footwear at this time, who knew what would I do in high heels. Not that it is easy, for my head is thundering with blood, and I feel faint. On the verge of loosing consciousness.

Then slowly, as I calm and follow her words, my breathing follow the directions, and I could breath again. Now I just feel sleepy. With my eyes half closed, daydreaming about a classroom of similarly clothed proper ladies, I just know that there is a simper on my face.

I do not know how long I sway there, standing in cock-cage and corset, looking like a hundred thousand dollar woman from the waist up - well, if one does not look at my hands. I just realize that I am in a throbbing, pleasurable place, and I would surely be panting in arousal if the proper way to breath would not fill my mind fully. So I just breathe in through my nose, small dose, then circulating it in my body I breathe out through my mouth, lips slightly open. In... and out... small breaths, a little faster than usually.

"Very good my dear, you're doing fine," I tell her.....I get dressed again and think, now is not a good time to take advantage of my nephew, although it is tempting...no, no, I'll wait...he is definitely falling into my trap and is looking very much like a woman, which is what I find so attractive right now...but yes, my doing anything sexual will have to wait....

"Next, we will need to get you your panties and stockings," I tell her.

When I come out, in my hands are the pinkest, frilliest panties...

...along with white, thigh high stocks with a lace welt...


I have her sit down as I help her with both articles of clothing....with the panties on I say, "Very nice Chrissy, they look very pretty on you."

Then I get into the stockings...
"Now remember, with stockings, one foot at a time and you roll out each stocking as you go up each leg. I did the left one now you do the right one. After your done, stand up and look into the mirror my dear."

"Oh and by the way, if that anal plug is moving around, let Auntie know, I can always put a thicker one inside you. Perhaps that may need to happen anyway." ~I smile devilishly at her~

It takes some grunts and moans, but I succeed in following her directions. It is like all my concentration is on my breathing, and otherwise I just clumsily follow whatever she tells me. But at least Auntie Devilla is helping...

Sitting down is slightly disconcerting, but it is leaning forward that pushes my insides through another wringer. So, it is not that big of a surprise that I start nodding yes when she is speaking about the plug moving... just to start shaking my head when she finishes the sentence.

Sure, the corset and the frilly panties with the stockings are more comfortable that I ever thought, and they feel more arousing without any hairs on my body getting in the way, but I still can't imagine myself getting into a similar setup every morning.

Shaking my head makes me dizzy, so I just try to sit up straight and hold myself before I topple over. I am sure I am staring at her face - when she got clothed again? - but it is just my auntie's smile that I see before my eyes. Really, breathing like she told me takes too much willpower now to say anything against the ultra-feminine articles of clothing.

"I thought so. We'd better take care of that."

I run inside to another room and produce an anal plug that is longer and far more thicker than what is already inside of Chrissy...with surgical gloves on and a tube of lubrication, I get right to it...I bend her over my knee....pull down the ruffled panties...open up her ass cheeks and pull out the smaller dildo....then with lots of care, I squeeze the lube into her anal tract and slowly push the larger dildo inside of her...

"Now relax dear. If you don't relax neither will your sphincter."

I massage her back...it helps and she relaxes....that allows me to continue to push this dildo, which id in excess of 12", although it does bend as it gets worked into her rectum...finally, her sphincter does the rest and its in there... I take off my gloves and decide this is too tempting, so I give her a nice big slap on her derriere....

~SLAP~

"Tell me Chrissy, who is in control of you? It's Auntie Devilla right?"

I slap her again...

~SLAP~

It is like a dream. A horrific, but sexy dream. I just keep sitting until she returns, breathing in through my nose, small breaths... then puffing it out through my mouth. I only start gasping for air and trembling, when I find myself in her lap, and feel the cold lube taking the place of the butt plug. Only to realize that a real huge looking one was now moving in to replace it!

My shriek is just on the verge of being girlie, no way sounding manly. My body just relaxed at her words, under her caress, and I feel filled to the brim. I cry out at the first slap, then moan, as she asks the question.

"Y..yuEAH!" the second slap breaks up my words, and I almost thank her for it, for I surely would not wanted to say "You are." or a dreamy "Yeah." And the slap did made a surprise quivering off my backside, making my anus and insides clench on the sizeable toy, getting me feelings that try to harden my cock and makes me blush with the heat of arousal.

Instead I just twitch in her lap, and whine, trying to reach back and cover my hurting ass.

"Well, well, well what have we here? A feeling of arousal? Chrissy, your penis, well, it is half hard. Hmm."

I decide to slap her a third time on the ass...

~SLAP~

And watch her cock flicker then grow harder in is cage...that makes me smile...
"Yes, it seems my new niece is quite aroused by slaps on her derriere by her Auntie. Well, something to think about. Well fun and games are over for now. Lets get you up."

I pull up her panties and stand her up and see that she is going through quite the adjustments, the new plug in her ass, the constriction of the corset, and the whole new look that takes Christopher from a young man to a young woman....

I sit her down...
"Now it is time for your school uniform."

I pull together a jacket, top, and skirt and present it to her...
"Here you are. This is what you need to wear for The Lace Academy."

I help her into the skirt, the top, and place the jacket on her....and like before I tell her...
"You look very good Chrissy, very convincing. No one will know that you are a young man."

She looks in the mirror...

Standing up from her knees with the new insider really leaves me swooning. More so as I am quite aroused from the slaps, and how the whole setup feel as my sexy Aunt Devilla plays with me. Sitting down again just makes me cry out and tremble, as the extra big cock in my ass feels like I am impaled on a pole.

I am just about calm down when she returns with my school clothes. At first they are nothing special, well, until she start helping me into them. Frilly panties and corset aside, having the dildo, cock-cage and the sizeable breasts are quite distracting. Add to it her hands and breath on my skin, and the really beautiful dominant adult this close... Well, I am in hell and heaven, just like I feel cold and hot, goose-bumps over my skin and clenching, relaxing my ass. What I really does not have any control over is my cock, and how I seem to follow her directions without any struggling.

Of course, the over clothes for school is the least alien parts. Yeah, they look girlish, but they look nice on the previous setup, making the young woman in the mirror less of a sex object and more of a sexy, but sophisticated schoolgirl. Man+ I would give anything to have her be my girlfriend! Of course her being me underneath all the lies just makes me uncomfortable.

"Yeah. You are right, Auntie, I can't even see myself... But I know..." I say, trying to keep breathing. It is very lucky that I reached a point where it is more automatic now.

"Yes, good. Now lets get you some shoes."

I escort her into a room where it is wall to wall shoes, boots, sandals, of every color, of almost every size, heels - one higher than the next....finally, I pick for her a 4" black, suede platform Mary Jane shoe....the perfect beginner school girl shoe...



...and I show her....
"This is a suede platform shoe my dear. They are called Mary Janes. They have a 4 " heel and you will wear them. I'm going to make sure you wear them."

First I place each shoe on each foot....then I bring the strap over and there is a clasp and little lock on each one....


~click~
...and...
~click~

"There we go. Now get up. Auntie will show you how to walk. Watch me. ~ I demonstrate ~ "One foot in front of the other crossing slightly over. Stand up straight, which should be no problem Chrissy as you have a corset on and a wonderful plug inside of you. Don't dawdle as you walk, be confident. And if you fall, well you fall."

I then grab her by the chin and look dead at her...and with quite the evil eye...somehow my voice is sultry...and it has a way of making sissified men very hard....
"But if you do fall, you will be punished. Punishment is the only way that Auntie finds that she can train young men like you."

I let go...my voice gets cheerful again...
"Now walk my dear. Walk a few paces toward the wall, then back to me."

"Not necessary, really, I have some sneakers..." I was trying to get out from wearing any kind of shoes my Aunt would choose, her extra high heels making me fearful. Then I sigh, somehow happy that she choose some almost normal looking ones. Almost, I say, because after it got on my feet, I was not just taller, but felt like I was standing on the toes of my feet.

Squeaking when she padlocked the so called Mary Janes on my ankles, I could not really follow her movements or directions until she grabs my chin. I just know I look back at her like a deer in headlights. I gulp an whine - almost running away - as her voice makes me throb in increasingly uncomfortable places.

Walking on trembling legs, my knees buckle, and I try not to sweep my own legs out under. It is not that hard to walk in the shoes... Naturally, with the thick and long plug in my ass, it's just about doable... If I was not wearing a corset or a cock-cage, and not trembling in arousal. I reach the wall in one piece, but turning back, seeing my Aunt and stepping forward is a little bit too much. I just hope that falling onto my knees does not count as falling.... I try to mellow her with a "You are a Goddess, Auntie..." maybe she would think that I wanted to fall to my knees before her magnificent self...

I watch as her knees wobble...I stand there, my arms folded, underneath my huge bosom and then I watch Chrissy tumble to her knees...

"Yes, a goddess, that is so, so true and your Auntie does so much to make herself be that goddess. But, flattering will get you nowhere my dear Chrissy. I said I would punish you if you feel and that is what I will do. I will get you to walk in those shoes if it is the last thing I do."

I go to a nearby drawer and pick up a cane...


"Now while your bent over like that."

....wasting no time I can her in the derriere, switching from cheek to cheek...my punishment is swift and hard....

....the sound of the cane whistles in the air right before a crack is heard...

~whirr~
~WHIPPP~

....again...
~whirr~
~WHIPPP~

...again...
~whirr~
~WHIPPP~

...again...
~whirr~
~WHIPPP~

...and again...
~whirr~
~WHIPPP~

I stop, then stand there...my composure intact....

"Here, let me help you up."

Chrissy moans as I get her on her feet...I smile...and keep hold of her hands...the look of shock is still in her face and I dismiss it on purpose, but hold onto her hand....

"Maybe. I was far too optimistic in thinking that I could just let you walk in those heels on your own. Lets treat this like learning how to ride a bicycle. I'll hold your hand. Imagine that Auntie Devilla is your training wheels. Come on now, as I told you, one foot in front of the other, crossing your legs slightly. Chin up. Look straight. Be confident."

We walk together....

"Drat!" I sigh. Then I do a silly thing, and rest on all fours a little, head hung and eyes staring into my own cleavage. For the false boobs bulge out from the corset nicely, pushing the front of my school-shirt wide.

"Ouch!" I cry out as the first surprise swat arrives on my ass. The frilly panties protect me somewhat, so the next one only makes my ass feel a little heat. But then comes three more, and I find myself crying out in pain, as the last one really stings, and the crisscrossing pattern on my backside throb. "Auuuch!" I try to reach back and stroke the hurt away, but she grabs my hand and help me up.

Moaning, I try to balance, thankfully my shoes are full footed, not like her needle heels. Grumbling and pouting but I follow her from step to step, more because her hands on mine and her breast before my eyes than anything. It is surprisingly easy to follow her directions, now, that I had to concentrate on breathing again, the corset stealing my air... And the ass-plug and cock-cage filling me with throbbing pleasure.

I can see his enjoyment as he walks...I then stop him and look at him eye to eye...in an almost scolding tone...

"Christopher, you seem like you are a young man that is enjoying all of this too much! I hear your moaning I see your face. Your face is a face that says to me that you like all of this. Is this true? Do you like this? Because, I'm only doing this to you in order to make sure that you get a good education. ~embarrassing him now~ If you like this in any way, I then have some sissy pervert in my house. Is that what I'm to assume?"

"No!" I try to deny it. Even for myself. "Of course it is all repulsive! Just ... It is just a natural reaction to a sophisticated sexy woman like you, Auntie! ... And I was never before trapped and filled like this..." I blush heavily, knowing well that the cock-cage is straining around my almost-erection. I can't be sure, but it is like even moist with pre-cum. Or at lest I hope it is only that and not my bladder what is being pressured from inside.

"Corseting bone inside and out, I think all the blood is filling my heads..." I moan, trembling a little. Then I look away from her neck, where I was staring... Trying to look into her eyes, but not really succeeding, and her cleavage from this close just pulls my eyes down. So, as I get a glimpse of us in the mirror, I sigh, the two females there..."They are so beautiful... I love girls..." Then I close my eyes.

"I think I would be better off having to learn how to drive and going fifty miles every day to school!" I whine, before I have to return to the breathing she told me not long ago. All the speaking just made me worse off with my head throbbing... Make that my two heads throbbing...

I look into the mirror and admire my perfection then look at him in the eyes...
"So you like sophisticated, sexy women like me. Interesting. That would mean you find Auntie Devilla sexy. That I find even more interesting."

I start to strip again, one article at a time and give him quite the show...then I'm down to my own corset, garters and stockings...



"Now my dear Chrissy, why don't you get down on your knees before me."

Staring at my aunt and balancing on my platform heels took my breath away. Really, she got more gorgeous with less clothes, for her underwear and corset was making me feel faint... Or maybe that was MY corset and under-underwear.

Of course I could not stop myself from following her request, even if I wanted to. But no, all I could think about was her waist and thighs, and how my head would be straight before her small panties and maybe I would catch a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy...

But it seemed that getting on my knees now was even harder than falling to all fours before, the tight corset, the thick and long plug in my ass, and the still sensitive slashes on my ass cheeks under my panties made it really painful and hard... And being hard and in the cock-cage only added to the problems. I almost could smell her when I arrived on my knees, but I was whining from how my cock was throbbing and trying to get fully erect, just to be kept crooked. It fills it to the brim and spasming, trying to break free, to get through the plastic to freedom. But it can't. It is trapped, and it is dying. Or at least as without air as I was with the corset on.

I pull down on the G-string panties and slowly reveal my perfect pussy that now glistened, pearls of liquid that caught some of the light on the room....

"I know that we are related my dear, but no matter, as such you must do as I say. As you have already felt on your derriere, Auntie Devilla will punish you as I see fit."

I place my hand behind his now gorgeous hair and pull his face closer to my pussy....
"Now my dear, if you have not done this before, you are going to make Auntie very happy by kissing, by licking, and by sucking on the folds of my pussy. You are going to administer something referred to as cunnilingus." I pause..."It is also known as eating out a woman's pussy and that is exactly what you are going to do."

Finally resting my face on her perfectly trimmed moist pussy, I could only moan, and drink in her musk. Never before was I this close to a pussy, not even sure I had seen one live... But it is just the center of her perfect body, the starting point of her legs, and the counterpoint to her white skin.

Just like her underwear, even her pussy is so like her! I mean, Aunt Devilla is not like the dozen of soccer moms or the mall rats, she is like the past came alive... I would call her a vampire, but she is just a vamp, really... Not that I know any man of hers, nor even my missed mother ever told me, nut she is so together that I am not surprised that I am kneeling before her and trying to worship her. There must be dozens of broken men that was lost in the perfection she is...

Anyway, I am panting between her legs, and kissing whatever I can reach. After I got hot kisses all over the area, I try licking, finally finding the source of her nectar... And soon I want more of her juice, so I remember her saying sucking... And it is so great I moan in pleasure as my senses is filled with my Auntie.

I can't even concentrate on my surroundings, or remember what happened with me, there is just my mouth, and her nether lips... And my nose, her small furry patch, and my hands on her thighs, playing on the verge of skin and stockings.... I could not even feel my own body any more, just the light headedness and Her.

I coo and moan and look up to the ceiling....although Chrissy is new to this she learns fast, very fast....there are times I adjust her face and tell her, "Too hard" or "Faster!" nut she always listens and does as she is told...so I go from plateau to plateau, my hormones more concentrated and that feeling that I am going to orgasm....

At the end....I grind my pussy into her lips, nose and chin and then exhale a wonderful cacophony of moans....it fills the room and I cum....then I look down at Chrissy....

"Good girl. You listen well when told something. That will bode well for you, not only At The Lace Academy, but with me in my home. Yes, Chrissy you are going to do very well."

I place her back in the chair - wipe her face and reapply makeup to her face, making her perfect...

"Now lets get you up. Walk again for me this time on your own."

Losing myself and quite the time worshipping my aunt makes me feel good. Having her have an orgasm and then praise me, well, it would be just perfect, if I did not realize later that she was calling me a good girl... and got a feeling of foreboding at her words about the Lace Academy. However, It does makes me feel all kind of special while she works on my face.

But then again, she calls me on walking anew, and as I try to find my balance, I just get a harsh reminder that I got top heavy, corseted and caged, and on platform shoes with heels. Not that it is that hard to find my new center, as there is a rod filling my ass, and I just could not dismiss it from my concentration. Breathing as needed is just another hardship, but maybe it is my soaked panties over my seeping cock that makes me blush and be self-conscious of my predicament.

Still, walk, that I can do, however slow and carefully.