Chapter 11

I returned to my room to find another outfit laid out for me. Either my aunt had help, or she somehow intuited when I was absent from the room and ghosted in to lay her clothing choices on the bed. There was another plain white cotton brief panty and a pair of pastel green, high-waisted trousers. Aunt Liz had placed a white, scoop-necked stretch cotton T-shirt to wear above the high-waisted pants. The thick-soled white sneakers were back on the floor by the bed.

My aunt had pinned a note to the T-shirt. It read, “Shower and shave your face again. Reapply the skin lotion all over your body, including your face and then dress and meet me in the kitchen. If I’m not there, make yourself a coffee, sit at the table, and wait for me. Remember to maintain good posture. P.S. Your ass welts look very sexy. I was pleased with how well you accepted your corrections. P.P.S. You still owe me two more. I will collect them if you transgress again.”

I did as she asked, noticing that the lotion smelled much more girlie than I’d first thought. It did, however, make the tingly rash feeling on my skin disappear. Without thinking too much about it, I’d shaved my pits, chest, stomach and groin, as well as my face again. The lotion seemed to prevent my skin from rashing or pimpling. I’d need to ask my aunt for more blades when I saw her later.

Putting on the high-waited, soft-pastel green trousers was interesting. With my hips being noticeably wider than my waist, men’s trousers tended to slide down and bag in my groin. It was a look I hated, so I started wearing women’s hip huggers. The waistband of those sat below my waist and above my slender but curvy butt. That stopped them from sliding off my hips and bagging.

The high-waisted trousers cinched above my hips, holding them snugly to my groin and ass and preventing them from sliding over my wider hips. The trouser legs gripped the tops of my long legs firmly before billowing wider and swaying as I walked. I walked up and down in front of the vanity mirror, admiring how the trousers clung to my ass and moved with it. I liked how the billowy pants legs made even my manly strutting look quite sexy.

Of course, then I remembered I was a guy and stopped. Feeling guilty about liking how I looked, I refused to look at myself as I donned the T-shirt and kept avoiding the mirror until I put on my shoes and left the room.

I wasn’t surprised to find the kitchen empty. I made myself coffee and took it to the table as Aunty Liz had asked. But when I got there, I noticed it hadn’t been wiped down from breakfast. My aunt had established that until I’d gotten a job and showed I could cope on my own, I was to be her handmaiden, so I wet a dishcloth and carefully wiped the bench tops and the table down.

I remembered orgasming between Aunt Liz’s thighs, so I inspected the area under her chair. As I expected, the cum stain hadn’t been cleaned, so I rinsed the cloth and wiped that up. Then, I pushed my aunty’s chair back in and sat on the chair I’d used this morning. The tablet she’d taken from the drawer sat on the table, so I turned it on. It was an Android tablet and easy to use, so I quickly opened a search engine and researched the war in Ukraine.

What became immediately obvious was this: Ukraine good. Russia bad. I tried to find an alternative site that, perhaps, gave a different view, such as what my aunt had hinted at, but I couldn’t discover a source that argued from Russia’s point of view. I guess there were, but they were all in Russian, and the tedium of translating them into English was beyond my patience. What I did discover was that the reasons given by Ukraine and her allies for the war weren’t the same as Russia’s.

I found myself arguing with the articles I could find, muttering things like: ‘Well, that doesn’t make any sense. If Ukraine’s winning, how come Russia controls thirty per cent more space in Ukraine than it did before?” and other such deprecations. As I read and argued aloud with writers who would never hear my questions or derision, I slowly became aware that my aunt stood in the doorway, leaning against the jam and watching my rant with a slight smile on her beautiful face.