A week later, Aunt Emily succeeded once more in convincing me to dress up in a sissy outfit that had me cringing uncomfortably with embarrassment. I was wearing my sheer yellow panties again, but this time she wanted me to try out a lacy white top with pink accents. She said it meant a lot to her to see me wearing it because it used to belong to a niece she hadn’t seen for ten years. I was a little surprised by that because it looked to me like it was brand new. However, she insisted I was mistaken and she explained its condition by saying it had been carefully stored over the years.
In any event, the short, puffy sleeves and Peter Pan bib-type collar gave it a decidedly infantile, girlish look, and it only came down to just cover my navel. On the chest was an applique of a pink bunny surrounded by building blocks with letters on them. There was plenty of eyelet lace around the edges of the garment, including the frilly hem that I kept trying in vain to pull down. Aunt Emily just giggled and playfully squeezed my buns through the thin fabric of my panties making me feel like a total sissy.
She also told me she had some special socks she wanted me to try, saying that I was “just going to love them”. They turned out to be delicate white anklets with three rows of yellow lace circ-umnavigating their short tops. Over those, she added my now compulsory white Ked’s sneakers which completed my look, or least, I thought it did until she took me into her bedroom to sit me at her vanity.
“I’m going to make you look very special today, Joshy,” she said excitedly as she began brushing my longish hair into two pigtails. She placed a big pink floppy bow on each side and then bent down behind me to share my reflection in the mirror.
“You really do look so sweet, Joshy,” she cooed.
I was squirming uncomfortably, not the least of which was because Aunt Emily was displaying a lot of cleavage due to the plunging scoop-necked top she was wearing. I could see a lot of soft skin and the twin mounds of her bosom was driving me crazy, as usual.
Suddenly, seemingly as an afterthought, she reached over and picked up her perfume bottle. Before I could react, she sprayed me several times with it, giggling with amusement at my discomfort.
“Hey!” I cried out.
Now, I smelled as girly as I looked and I looked very girly!
“That’s a little thing called Little Missy,” she giggled.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” I whined in an upset tone.
“Wait Joshy—I bought you a little gift,” she said as she turned around to get something. Spinning back around, she handed me a glittery pink purse with Hannah Montana and several stars adorning its sides. It looked like it was made for a five year-old girl to put her faux make-up in and I had no idea what she wanted me to do with it. I stared back at her sheepishly but she beamed down at me like it was a gift I’d been waiting all my life for.
“It’s just for today, Joshy,” she explained, “I just thought it would go really cute with your outfit.”
“But I don’t wanna dress like a girl,” I complained.
“Oh, but you make just the cutest little thing, Joshy,” she gushed enthusiastically. She placed the purse on my arm and then stood me up, squeezing my bottom affectionately which only made my pen-is try and get hard all over again.
I was very confused, having various different conflicting feelings coursing through me at the same time. On one hand, I was tremendously embarrassed by my sissyish outfit and wanted nothing better than to rip them off. On the other hand, being in such close proximity to my aunt was also making me incredibly horny, a fact that was exacerbated by the fact I hadn’t been able to masturbate for over a week.
I guess there was no harm in playing along with her, I reasoned, considering how important it seemed to be to her. And truth be told, I was completely powerless to deny her anything when she smiled at me like she was doing now. My heart would always skip a beat and I somehow forgot for the moment that I looked just like a girl out of kindergarten.
Obviously pleased that she had convinced me, she informed me it was lunch time and that we would be enjoying it outside on the patio, since the sun was out and warm. As usual, I was a little nervous about going outside like this, but then, I remembered last time we were outside and everything had turned out fine.
We headed out of the bedroom together but then my aunt stopped me in the living room.
“Can you skip, Joshy?” she asked me suddenly.
“Huh?” I asked, momentarily confused.
“Sure—you know, skip along like this--”
Aunt Emily demonstrated for me what she had in mind, skipping her way toward the sliding glass door, before turning to face me. For some reason, she looked so utterly hot—looking as if she were nothing but a happy little girl--and her ravishing face was devastatingly beautiful.
Oh well, I guess I could play that game too.
Swinging my arms, I skipped along quite gaily, as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Aunt Emily opened the door for me and I skipped right out and onto the patio—where I stared open-mouthed at four of her girlfriends sitting around the pool table!
They turned as one to face me and they burst into smiles and then open laughter. In an instant, my face blushed beet red as I stopped dead in my tracks at this unexpected audience.
“Hi Joshy!” one of them cried in a delighted voice.
“Come here, little Sweety!” called another.
I took a step backward in a panic and nearly wet myself as I tried to deal with the magnitude of my humiliation, but I backed right into Aunt Emily.
“Its okay, Joshy, these are just a few of my friends,” she told me, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
“This is Lauren, Vanessa, Jessica, and Jennifer,” she said as she gestured to each one of her cute friends.
Despite my smoldering shame, I could acknowledge--if only to myself--that Aunt Emily’s friends were hot in every sense. All of them were good looking, slim, and in great shape, wearing clothes that showed off their fabulous bodies to good effect.
I could see that Jennifer was wearing a snug workout outfit that clung to her firm body and she struck me as very athletic. The two in the middle, Vanessa and Jessica, were wearing shorts and halters but their friend Lauren was the one who really caught my eye. She was wearing thin white shorts that hugged her sexy hips and a flimsy see-thru cover up that did nothing to hide her incredible bosom. I could plainly see her big, bountiful breasts, barely restrained by a neon yellow bikini top that pushed them up and together into a glorious display of erotic female curvature. She was definitely all woman, and her intent stare at me only made me feel like more of an effeminate sissy.
“Come here, Joshy, and sit on my lap,” she beckoned to me.
I bite my lip in angst as I stared back at the four of them.
“Go ahead Joshy,” my aunt encouraged me, “she won’t bite.”
“I don’t know…” Lauren added with a giggle, “This little sweetie looks good enough to eat!”
My face was blazing like a five alarm fire as these babes enjoyed teasing me about my state of dress.
“What a cute purse you have, Joshy,” Jessica said in a condescending voice, “Is that where you put your make-up, Sissykins?”
I shook my head no as the blood sang in my ears.
“What on earth is that you’ve got in your panties?” Vanessa asked abruptly as she pointed at my crotch.
My CB-6000S could be easily seen through the sheer yellow fabric of my panties and I suddenly tried to cover the embarrassing device with both my hands.
However, Aunt Emily gently pulled my hands behind me and prompted me to walk closer so everyone could get a closer look. Holding my hands together with one of hers, she used her free hand to pull my panties down in front, showing the fascinated women exactly what it was I was wearing.
“Joshy’s been starting to get erections, I’m afraid to say. But I wasn’t too concerned about it until the other day, when he had a little, um—accident, in his panties,” she explained patiently.
“Accident?” Jessica asked puzzled.
“Mm-hm…Joshy, would you like to explain it to the ladies?” my aunt asked me in a soft voice.
My ears and chest reddened to match the crimson color of my face but I shook my head adamantly.
“Well…the poor little thing seems to be a premature ejaculator and he simply lost control, making a nasty mess in his panties--isn’t that right Joshy?” she said, patting me sympathetically on the head.
It sounded to me like she were describing a four year-old, not a budding teenager.
“Sounds like this little sissy needs to be put back into diapers,” Vanessa observed disdainfully.
“Oh, he wil--” my aunt stopped herself in mid-sentence and let out a giggle that seemed to be covering up for her slip of the tongue, “I mean, we’ve got that all taken care of now—haven’t we Joshy?”
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