Chapter 1

After my aunt had taken my virginity, our lives fell into a regular pattern. Every time I made an improvement in my transition from an effeminate young man to a pretty young woman, such as improving my voice to sound feminine, Liz would reward me with sex. Of course, getting to have sex with my beautiful dominant aunt meant my transition was happening quickly. My makeup skills became exquisite, and I could readily change my looks to suit my aunt’s tastes.

I’d been living with Liz for around six weeks before she trusted me enough to allow me out of her home. It was a Saturday afternoon when she came home from work and told me to freshen up my makeup and put some low heels on because we were going shopping. I was terrified, of course. People would instantly know I was a crossdresser, and they’d poke fun and laugh at me. I tried to protest, but as I’ve indicated before, my aunt is impossible to refuse, and despite my objections, I was sitting in her car on my way to Westfield Chermside Shopping Centre.

I wore a pastel-coloured top and skirt set and white 4-inch pumps. My Aunt Liz told me to stop being a whiny bitch and walk confidently beside her, or she’d put me over her knee in the shopping centre and spank me. I was terrified Liz would actually do that, so I pulled my shoulders back, straightened my spine, put a smile on my face, and pretended confidence I didn’t have.

I was surprised by how few people noticed anything untoward and by the fact that most of the looks I got were appreciative. There seemed little realisation in the people’s looks that I was an effeminate man dressed like a young lady. Instead, the men smiled at me, and a few looked at me lustfully.

“Remember to glide,” Aunt Liz hissed quietly, and I smoothed my walk out and began placing my heels on the ground virtually in front of my toes. Doing that made my ass swing and sway, and I suddenly felt many men staring at my tiny, heart-shaped ass. I’ll admit the feeling was pretty intoxicating because I was used to women ignoring me and disapproving stares from those who thought I was gay.

Liz took me to Bllini Shoes first. The shoes I’d been wearing, including the pair on my feet then, were from the closet in my bedroom. They mostly fit, but I struggled to wear them for more than an hour or so because they were all around a size too small. If the gorgeous shop assistant in the store realised I was a male, she certainly gave no indication she did. However, I did notice that she and my aunt were more than just acquaintances. The hug and kiss they shared when Aunt Liz and I entered the store was as close to sizzling as I’d seen.