The Beta’s Aunt

“What the fuck are you doing, nephew?” My aunt was standing at the threshold of my bedroom. The humiliation would be the understatement of the century. I stood there with her panties and bra on, modeling in front of my full-length mirror. 

“Is this what you are into, you little freak?“ 

I opened my mouth, but words evaded me. She kept staring at me. How could I have put myself in this situation? I was so careful! I thought everyone was gone for the day, and I had the house to myself. 

I love wearing girl clothes. It was supposed to be my secret. I planned on being a closet Sissy for the rest of my life. I borrowed my aunt’s black lace panty and bra set from the laundry a few nights before and waited for this moment to show them off. 

She had so many cute clothes. Her figure was intoxicating. We wore the same size, and I thought her panties looked so hot on my shaved body: smooth lines and feminine silk. I often fantasized about her forcing me to wear them. 

However, this was reality, and I had just gotten exposed. “I am sorry.” My mind was racing, and yet the way she looked at me had changed from anger to something else.

“I am pissed because the black lace set looks cute on you. Do you shave your entire body?”

“Yes. I don’t like hair. It makes me feel ugly and manly. You aren’t going to tell mom?”

“Of course not. Nothing wrong with being a little sissy boy!”

A huge smile filled my face, and my anxiety dissipated. I liked her calling me that. It was the first time I could voice my truth to anyone. I felt a mix of emotions from excitement. “Would you like me to model it for you?” 

She walked over and smacked me on the ass. “I want you to prance around the house and then clean my bedroom!”

I clapped my hands in excitement. “I love prancing!” 

“Is that a cage I see on your dresser?” 

“Yes!”

“Put it on and leave it on until I tell you to take it off, and no masturbating in my clothes unless I permit you. I am your Alpha, nephew!” She commanded. 

I could feel the precum oozing from my penis in the admiration of the very first person to discover my secret to be my aunt, and on top of that, she wanted to be my superior. I pulled down her panties I was wearing as she watched, placing the small cage on my cock. 

“Now, let me lock it. I need to make sure it is secure.” 

She grazed the shaft, and I felt it twitch. “Don’t get hard on me, Beta!” 

“Yes, ma’am!” I was over the moon. I couldn’t believe she was touching me, and I couldn’t wait to perform all the tasks she commanded me to do. 

She secured my cage. “I will teach you how to be like me in every way. I will train you what a truly feminine woman looks like, how she acts, and so when you are alone, and we are not together, you will begin to be more confident in your sissy skin.” 

“OMG! You would do that for me?” 

“Yes, and more. I have some surprises in store for you today that you will love.”

“Why are you doing all this for me? My mom and your sister would never be okay with you doing all this. If she found out, she would be so angry with you and disappointed in me.”  

She smiled and gently took her hands and held my face. “My girly boy, that is exactly why I am doing this. You should be free to be whoever you want without fear of disappointing the ones you care the most about. Those are just facts, but we live in a world that is clouded by all kinds of preconceived notions. So, we must keep this our little secret and have fun when it is safe.”

I started crying without warning. I had never heard anyone in my family talk so openly and lovingly. It was as if she understood me, saw me for who I was, and still loved me for it. This was all I ever wanted, but I never dreamed I could find it. 

She kissed me on the lips. Her mouth tasted like a mix of cherry Starburst and forbidden sensuality. It was confusing for me because she was my aunt. “I hope those are tears of happiness, babe.” 

“Yes. Yes, they are.” 

“Good. Now, come with me to my bedroom, and let’s see what we can find to make you look even more fabulous.” 

She led me into her room. My aunt dressed classically while incorporating some of the trends that she liked. She sat me down on the bed and proceeded to go through her closet, putting outfits she deemed worthy of me on the bed. 

After a few minutes, she narrowed down five outfits. “These are yours. I will keep them in my closet for you when you are alone.”

I squealed in excitement. I could not believe this was happening. It wasn’t a dream. It was real. I finally had someone to try clothes on with, and she would train me to be more feminine. 

“Pick out an outfit today, and then I will pick out some panties. After that, we will do your make-up. I have several fabulous wigs for you to try on.”

I have to admit it was overwhelming all the things girls have to go through to be accepted as beautiful in society. My role as a male was way more straightforward. My clothes didn’t have to match, and no one would judge me. It was way easier to have a cock than it was to have a vagina. 

“Oh!” My aunt interrupted my thoughts. “And we need shoes for our outing today. What size do you wear?” 

“We wear the same size,” I responded. 

“That is perfect.” She stopped herself and gave me a sly look. “Wait a minute! How do you know we were the same size, nephew?” 

I recoiled a bit and sheepishly added. “I might have tried on some or maybe all of your shoes while you were at work.” 

She started laughing. “Well, good. Let’s find you some then.” 

She was the best aunt ever, and I was so grateful. “Hold up! Did you say outing?” 

“Yes, of course. I will get you all dolled up, and then we will go shopping with several of my girlfriends today.” 

“What? I can’t go out in public dressed as a girl!” The idea of it terrified me. My anxiety went through the roof, and I felt my chest tightening. 

She took me by the hand. “Just breathe, beautiful. You got this. My girlfriends are super supportive. They will love you, and trust me, no one will say anything to you. It will be so freeing for you to go out as your true self.”

We picked out a pair of white panties with flower imprints and purple lace trim that matched the purple bra. She sat me down at her makeup desk with a massive vanity. She color-matched me based on my skin tone and began working on contouring my face to hide the masculine parts of myself and bring out the new fabulously feminine me. I was beyond happy with the results. 

I put on a Tommy Hilfiger Houndstooth Fit & Flare Skirt that accentuated my ass and a simple but elegant white silky blouse. She then paired it with a black pair of strap dress heels and a matching black bag to carry my lipstick. “You always need accessories to freshen up.” She explained. 

I was so pleased with the results. I was now the Sissy I dreamed about but thought could never be a reality. “Are you ready for the world to see the new you, baby?” 

“No, but it probably doesn’t make sense for you to have done all this work and for me stay at home.”

“That’s the spirit.” She got herself dolled up, and before I knew it was time for me to step out of my house and into the light. 

The plan was for us to meet for lunch and then go shopping. My aunt was right. The three women and one of the ladies’ daughters, close to my age, were fantastic. 

We sat down and ordered our food. No one laughed at my manly voice or how awkward I was walking in heels. I studied the women and my aunt to get clues about how they did the things they did naturally. 

While eating, the daughter and I discussed everything we liked to do for fun. She was so cute and kind. We had a lot of the same interests and movie taste. I felt completely comfortable with her. We paired often during our shopping experience. She picked out some clothes for me to wear, and we met another Sissy at the Sephora store, who complimented me on how beautiful I looked. I blushed, of course, but it was a fantastic experience. 

I started taking an interest in this girl. She was beautiful, intelligent and funny. Most importantly, she wasn’t put off by the fact that I was a Sissy. She had a powerful, independent personality, which I found unbelievably attractive. I thought to myself, I would let her dominate the fuck out of me and enjoy every moment of it. 

I couldn’t figure out if she were just being nice or really into me, but she seemed to be flirting with me a lot. The looks she would give led me to believe she was possibly into me, but I still wasn’t sure. Either way, she was someone I could be terrific friends with and hang out with. 

If someone had given me a funny look, I never noticed because the entire day, I was wrapped up in the attention of this beautiful girl. It let me know how important it would be for me to find people who accepted me and loved me for who I was and that I was someone worthy of those things.