Disclaimer:
I have been contacted by a regular reader of this blog, someone I've shared a number of exchanges with through the years because he finds this story to be improper, I suppose, morally wrong.
For that reason, since publishing the story, I'm adding this disclaimer:
This story is fiction, with no basis of any kind in reality.
It portrays consenting adults engaged in an Age Play role-play. Specifically an 'Aunt' and a 'Teenage Boy.' The 'Aunt' 'Forces' the 'Boy' to embrace 'Femininity.'
If this subject matter could be offensive to you, please do not read the story.
If you do read the story, please remember that it is fiction. It portrays a role-play scenario, a fantasy, between consenting adults.
For those who would like to read the exchange between my concerned reader and myself, that exchange can be found in the comments following the story.
End disclaimer.
Begin Story:
Victoria was in bed, actually in the arms of her lover, thinking about her life as his cum slowly dried on her face. She wished that she could have cum tonight as well, needed to cum in fact, but he permitted her such joys only rarely. She knew that she would have to content herself with the soft and silky feeling of her pretty lingerie moving over her body.
"I could have been a man." She thought to herself, but the thought did not last long, her confidence in it quickly overwhelmed by memories. Memories of being bent over counters, having her skirts lifted, her panties lowered, memories of cocks entering her body, penetrations, use of her as a woman. Memories of herself going down on her knees, taking men into her mouth, down her throat, swallowing jets of hot cum.
No, she knew that having a cock of her own didn't make her a man, she was a woman, a bitch, a whore, a slut, a cunt. She could not deny how excited hearing such words directed at her made her, and could not deny that it never felt right to her when someone referred to her in masculine terms.
She was, she knew, content with her role in life, a woman, part time housewife, the sex toy of her man, occasionally his whore when she was lent out to his friends. She just wondered how it would have been different if she could have been a man, if her aunt had not created the woman within her so many years ago.
Every year of her childhood Victoria (then still Victor) would spend two weeks living with his aunt while his parents were off on vacation to exotic locales. She was also his regular babysitter, and in his teenage years she would often ask his parents if they would send him over to help her with some project. His aunt had strong interests in humiliation, gender, and domination. She changed him, created Victoria single-handedly. He never tried to avoid the visits to her, remembering most that they were horribly confusing to him. He would often burn with embarrassment as she worked on his transformation, was often spanked and paddled when he didn't meet her standards of femininity, but despite all of that he felt a need to be in her hands, an overpowering desire to be in her presence.
It was he knew all so simple for her. She would simply dress him as a frilly girl and demand that he behave as one too. When he did well she would reward him with a beaming smile or a treat, when he did not she was quick to lower his panties and give his bare butt a sound thrashing.
As he aged the clothing she chose for him slowly changed from frilly and innocent looking to erotic and sexual. Never plain though, her tastes always running to the undeniably feminine. By the time Victor was sixteen he was undeniably a fetish doll, towering heels, leather, and latex most pleasing to his aunt.
As he entered his teen years she taught him to masturbate, and would supervise his masturbation each and every evening he was with her. It was always focused upon her lingerie; he would sniff, caress, and rub her worn lingerie over his body, as he would work to quickly cum. Victoria knows now that this created a powerful fetish for female lingerie within her, but at the time when she was still Victor he just thought about how much fun it was to cum while under her eye.
As he entered puberty she taught him to shave, and Victoria has spent her lifetime with perfectly smooth and bare skin. Later she taught Victoria how to please a man, teaching her with great patience how to suck using a large dildo, generally following these training sessions by driving another dildo deep into Victor's ass.
Victor disappeared forever, was transformed totally into Victoria when she graduated from the university. She didn't fault her aunt for the destruction of Victor and the birth of Victoria, as Victor had asked to be regressed in years, and Victoria had a good life. She was content as a woman, content to fall asleep in the arms of a man, his cum slowly drying upon her face. She simply wondered what it must be like to be a man.
