told you that I am going to dress you as a woman. I shall find you suitable things right away.'

I made some sort of protest but she ignored me and went over to the drawers in her dressingtable producing a pair of knickers and a brassiere. 'Put these on first,' she ordered me.

It was a strange situation. A few minutes before she had been virtually mothering me, allowing me, almost like a child, to suck on one of her magnificent teats. Now she was telling me that I had to dress as a woman, adopting her dominating manner that brooked no refusal. It was a wholly ambiguous situation: one minute I was being treated like a child, the next like a maidservant. But it had to be admitted that the two sides of her own character were in parallel with two of mine: I enjoyed being mothered by her just as much as I enjoyed being dominated and humiliated by her.

In admitting the latter I nevertheless felt a strong resistance to putting on female attire and hesitated before I picked up the two items of female underwear she had thrown down on the bed.

It seemed to me so silly to put on women's clothes even though I had heard of men who had an urge to do so. With extreme reluctance I picked up the white knickers and started to pull them up my legs.

Once in place my aunt surveyed me and remarked that for one my genitals would be as she put

it in their proper place, 'inside a pair of knickers'. 'I think you'll quickly find your predatory masculine urges will begin to assume a less important role in your life,' she added.

At the time I couldn't see what difference wearing a pair of knickers would make to my particular sexual propensities, but I was to find out in time that what she said had some truth in it.

Then the bra, also white and meant to match the knickers. I had no idea how to fix the bra and my aunt came over and assisted me, showing me first the straps through which I put my arms and then showing me how to reach round to my back to engage the clasps.

'A little padding in the bra cups will make you look quite becoming,' she added with a She smile as the bra was finally in place. filled out the cups with cotton wool and when I caught sight of a profile of myself in the mirror I looked as if I possessed a pair of fairly large breasts!

'I like my girls to dress well,' she said. 'in your case particularly well as I feel certain that you will soon be a complete convert to transvestism. So I am now going to give you a very elegant suspender belt and a pair of very nice stockings.

With those words she went back to one of the drawers and picked out a small white packet which she threw over to me. "There that's a real nice set."