Chapter 13

Returning to my room, I removed my panties and let my aching balls and cock free. Taking the throbbing cock in my hand, I hurried into the en suite, sat on the commode, and, to visions of my aunt reclining on her sofa, quickly masturbated to fruition, spitting my seed into the bowl.

After doing my business and cleaning myself up, I left the room, letting my flaccid cock swing freely. On the vanity table, I found my tablet. It was open to a YouTube clip titled ‘Tucking Tutorial: Talking with the Tuck.’ Beside the tablet were the five items shown in the video: Spray-on adhesive, wide-band stretch sticky tape, a gaff, Sally Hansen’s spray-on airbrush legs lotion, and a can of Goo Gone.

Next to those items was a dark red G-string panty that Aunty Liz had pinned a note to. It read, “I’d be pleased if you learned to do this and wore these to breakfast under your chosen outfit. Doing what this video teaches you will improve your walk because you won’t have to keep your thighs together to keep your ugly thing from showing.”

I checked the time on the tablet and decided I had time to practice before bedtime. The transgirl in the clip made it look so easy, but it was anything but. By midnight, I was happy with how my tuck looked and got tiredly into bed. I remembered at the last minute to set an alarm and crashed immediately into sleep.

Now, here is a warning for you prospective new girls out there. Sleeping with your bits taped away is not a good idea! Worse is having wet dreams when you’re tucked away. And trying to achieve an erection when you’re shaft is taped to your perineum is painfully uncomfortable.

By the time the alarm went off, my whole groin area was on fire. But I didn’t want to disappoint my aunt, so I struggled into the G-string before choosing a high-waisted trouser and T-shirt combination from the walk-in robe. Then, pretending everything was okay, I made my way painfully to the kitchen and made Aunty Liz’s and my breakfasts.

When my aunt came in around 8:00 a.m., I made her standard flat white coffee and placed it and her acai bowl before her. Then, trying not to wince, I made myself a cappuccino, brought my bowl over, and sat in my customary spot.

Aunt Liz watched me concernedly before saying, “You made the rookie mistake of sleeping tucked, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I confessed.

“Bad?”

“Horrible!” I exclaimed.

Aunty Liz smiled sympathetically, described how to use the Goo Gone to remove the sticky tape and adhesive, and sent me to do it. As I left, my aunt said, “Honey, once you’ve cleaned that area up, liberally apply the aloe vera moisturiser you’ll find in your bathroom cabinet. Do not attempt to re-tuck until the rash has gone. Plus, there are loose-fitting silk panties in your drawers. Put a pair of those on with a long silk robe and return when ready.”

I did as my aunt asked. The only problem I encountered was being patient enough to wait for the Goo Gone to soften the adhesive and sticky tape enough to peel everything off. Once I’d peeled the tape and paper away, I repeatedly doused the area with Goo Gone until there was no more adhesive anywhere.

Then, feeling I’d disappointed Aunty Liz, I showered and shaved my entire body, rubbed the aloe vera gel around my groin, perineum, and ass, and finally, used the last item she’d gotten for me—Spray-on airbrush leg lotion. I hoped using that would hide any nicks or rashes I’d created by shaving all over.

I left my room nervously because the loose panties didn’t allow me to use them to hold my cock and balls along my perineum and hide them away from Aunt Liz’s gaze as she’d demanded. I settled for tying the sash tightly, hoping my robe would hide my bulge.