Auntie knows
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You've been working out as I taught you and you've been taking the special supplements.'
You nod vigorously though you doubt she can see. You've no idea what you've been popping the past few months but you've noticed the dramatic effect on your body. Your skin is softer and clear like a babies. Your waist narrower, your hips wider and you're convinced your legs are longer and your cock smaller.
She pulls you off her knee and you struggle to arrange your mass of hair.
'I will be requiring my evening meal at six precisely. I want salmon and new potatoes with greens... Perhaps a few sprigs of asparagus. Fix yourself something and after you've cleared away the things you may change and join me in the lounge for a game of cribbage.'
A bolt of fear runs through you as you struggle to remember the rules of play. Auntie hates to repeat things twice. You curtsey and are about to leave when...
'Just one thing dearie. I took the usual liberty of locking all your normal clothes in the shed. The ones you bought with you.' She smirks. 'I'm always flabbergasted as to why you bring so much stuff when you quite clearly don't wear any of it. You can have them back after the weekend. If you want to...' she smirks again and her bright blue eyes wander up and down your feminised body hungrily. You've been here before, many times, yet her piercing blue eyes cease to send shivers through your bones.
'And tonight, dearie, I want you to select something suitably pretty from your new sissy wardrobe. I've updated it since you last came with some extra special things for good little girls.' She pauses and grins wickedly, 'and for girls that aren't so good.' She stares at you for a moment to let the words sink in and though your cock is paralyised and incapable of an erection you feel your panties dampen with excitement.
She can tell and smiles. 'Don't look now. Hold your excitement, if you can. I'm sure you can help Auntie by doing my washing, vacuuming, dusting and watering my beloved houseplants and greenhouse. Poor old auntie isn't as active as I used to be. Now run along.'
You turn and mince back downstairs wincing as your spanked bum smarts in the cool panties wafted by the air billowing round your legs with every downward step.
'Oh dearie,' she shouts like a foghorn, don't forget my custard creams for my tea. And don't bother with a plate you can carry them in your panties. And I don't want crumbs up the stairs or my biscuits all broken.'
What pretty new things has auntie bought you in her wardrobe? You can hardly control yourself as you wrap a pretty heart shaped pinafore round your waist and carefully place three biscuits down the front of your panties. Auntie always surprises you with some odd request but you are her maid and you're happy to serve.
Navigating the stairs was predictably difficult but with tiny steps you managed to deliver Aunties treasured biscuits without any breakages. Back in her study you lift your skirts and she dips her fingers into your panties like a kangaroo tending its pouched baby. 'Well done,' she says reaching for her tea. You may leave me now.'
You step back, rearrange your skirts again and curtsey.
Down the hall you carefully pick up the odd biscuit crumb off the carpet before searching for the feather duster in the kitchen.
Minutes later you're waltzing round the house like a seasoned ballerina dusting daintily like a fairy with a sparkly wand. You're elated despite the custard cream crumbs in your panties. Your mind off with the fairies dreaming of the mystery wardrobe contents. Was it a tight skirt and fitted blouse or a shockingly short mini dress?. Stockings or tights. French knickers or thong, panties or briefs! Sandals, sling-backs or towering high heels. Whatever girlish delights it contained you where assured that it would be adorned with ribbon and lace and incredibly feminine. For Auntie had impeccable taste.
What joys did the wardrobe contain? Who saw you skip up the garden path to water Aunties greenhouse. Did she administer any more corrective punishment? Who did auntie invite to join in the game of cribbage that evening and did you ever get to release your tortured cock. You decide!
The end.... Maybe
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Keywords: Auntie, knows,