Chapter 9

Sighing and letting my narrow shoulders droop, I stripped my top off and stepped out of the nightie bottoms. Pulling open the cabinet drawer, I took out the razor package and can of foam. Pulling the shower door open, I turned on and adjusted the water until it was almost stingingly hot. To emphasise just how wealthy my aunt is, the Shower was state-of-the-art, with buttons to change the water flow. You could choose from drenching rain to stinging needles.

I chose drenching rain and luxuriated under the warm water flowing over my svelte body. After carefully ensuring every nook and cranny of my body was clean, I used the antifogging mirror in the shower to shave. Next, I lathered foam around my slender stem, tight little balls, perineum and tiny dark ring. Working carefully but as swiftly as I could, I removed all the hair I could see and/or feel. Next, I repeated that under my arms. Then, I looked down at my scrawny chest, and knowing Aunt Liz would insist on that next, I lathered and shaved the sparse hair from my chest and stomach.

I finished my shower and dried off. My armpits and body felt stingy from being shaved, so I checked in the basin drawer. In there, I found a bottle of Chanel body lotion. It smelled of the essence of neroli illuminating the enveloping warmth of an ambery accord with notes of vanilla and tonka. Or so the bottle said. I had no idea except that it smelt lovely and not too girlie, so I rubbed it into my skin, paying particular attention to my pits and groin. My skin felt better after I’d rubbed the lotion in.

Next, I shaved using a fresh razor. I shaved with the grain to prepare my face for the closer shave going back against the grain gives. My face felt similarly tingly to my groin, so with a shrug, I rubbed the lotion into it as well.

Satisfied that I’d met my aunt’s desires, I exited the en suite and found some white panty briefs, a pair of pastel orange, low-waisted, pleated women’s trousers beside a vanilla-coloured, half-sleeve, scoop-necked T-shirt laid on the bed. On the floor below them was a pair of thick-soled white sneakers. My will crumbled even more as I realised that my aunt would insist that I wear these items.

I was powerless before her dominance, unable to resist even a little. My aunt was relentless, like a force of nature, mercilessly grinding my will under by using the drive of her powerful personality. If I resisted even the slightest, Aunt Liz turned the full power of her will onto me, smashing my resistance aside with her calm assuredness until I eventually obeyed her.

Inwardly protesting the loss of my masculinity, I pulled the panty briefs up my long, slender legs. Although my legs were only moderately covered in hair, the hair looked ridiculous against the bright whiteness of the panty, and I knew I’d probably shave them before Aunt Liz asked.

The trousers and top fitted perfectly with the trousers clinging to my skinny, heart-shaped rear, emphasising how girlie my figure truly was. The top looked like it was sculpted to my slender chest and arms. Like last night’s top, it left my midriff bare. I had to admit that it looked better without the hair spoiling the flesh showing in the gap.

I’d just got the sneakers on when the door opened, and my aunt walked in. “I was wondering if you’d drowned,” she said firmly, although a small smile quirked her lush lips. My cock lurched as I looked at her, so I spun around quickly, belatedly remembering to tuck my cock and balls away so my trouser front didn’t bulge.

I turned back to find Aunt Liz waiting patiently, her quirked smile more evident. “Like what you see?” She queried.

‘Hell, yes!’ I thought. My aunt was dressed in a spandex yoga outfit. The top barely constrained her massive tits, and her diamond-tipped conical nipples poked the top out lewdly. The yoga pants clung to every curve of her leanly athletic ass and legs. Her cameltoe was blatantly outlined in the crotch of the pants. Aunty Liz’s toned stomach rippled in the gap between the top and pants.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied through dry lips and with an imminent erection.

“Follow me to the kitchen.”

She walked from my room, knowing I’d follow meekly behind. She led me to her kitchen. It was huge, larger than any I’d seen before. There was an expresso machine next to the sink. She showed me how to make her flat white coffee and then watched and guided me to make a cappuccino for myself. Next, she helped me get cereal from the cupboard and various berries and fruit from the fridge. Then, my aunt explained and showed me how to efficiently prepare and dice the berries and fruit to make delicious acai bowls for breakfast. Aunt Liz explained how mixing too many different fruits meant their individual flavours didn’t stand out and would make the whole thing quite tasteless.