Chapter 7

It was my turn to storm to my feet. “Fuck you!” I yelled. “I’m not some faggoty poofter who dresses in women’s clothes, sucks cocks, and all that shit. Fuck you, I’m leaving!”

Unmoved, Aunt Liz raised an eyebrow as she openly ogled my straining erection. It didn’t help that being this close to my extremely beautiful and sexy aunt and smelling her intoxicating perfume and womanly aroma drove home that the only sexual relief I’d ever had was from my right hand. Worse was the spreading precum stain from my precum-leaking cock.

“You’re leaving dressed like that?” She asked. “Where do you propose to go?”

“Anywhere but here,” I snapped.

Liz sprang to her feet and crossed in two quick steps to shove her beautiful face into mine. Anger clearly evident across her gorgeous features, she snarled. “You can’t, you ungrateful, cock swinging, woman-raping asshole. You must have noticed the entry panel at the door? There’s a matching one on the inside of every external door and window. Once the door has closed, the doors and windows automatically lock. It requires a code to open them to get. That ensures that anyone who has managed to break in is not leaving until I let them out. I promised your mother I would look after you, Dylan. And I swear I will do that whether you appreciate it or not!

“Your mother was my best friend until she discovered I was a lesbian. Before then, I promised her, I promised her, Dylan,” Aunty Liz emphasised. “I would look after you if she died. And, by Gawd, I will do so despite your unwillingness. Now, sit your ass down, and we’ll go over the rest of the rules.”

I was lost, unable to comprehend what was happening. My mum had just died, leaving me destitute and alone. Then, like a saving angel full of beauty and grace, my aunt swoops in and rescues me. But now it seems that my rescuer is a crazed, man-hating lesbian bitch who wants to remove my sexuality and make me her slave. The fight left me, and I sank back onto the stool.

“Good gi ... boy,” my aunt stated. She waited until it was clear I would no longer resist. “Alright, okay. Here are the rest of the rules you will follow whilst living under my roof: You will do your best not to remind me that you’re a man. In respect to that, you will shave closely every day. Never will you let me see you with stubble on your face. Plus, no exposed part of your body will show any hair.

“In the beginning, you may wear long trousers and long-sleeved tops to hide your masculine body hair. Eventually, as you become who we both know you are, you will have all body hair below your eyebrows removed except what grows from your head.