Miss Erika had me stand in front of the mirror, a chair directly behind me.
"I don't want you to look at me, Priscilla, I want you to look directly at the pretty girl in the mirror. Isn't she lovely?"
"Yes, Miss Ericka."
Then she said, "Please lift your skirt, Priscilla."
"My..my skirt, Miss Erika?"
"Your skirt, missy".
I did so.
"Now please lift your petticoat".
I raised that garment.
"Your panties look lovely, dearie. May I pull them down?"
"Pull them...no..."
"No?" Miss Erika said, a note of disapproval in her voice.
"I'm sorry, Miss Erika. Please pull down my panties."
"That's better," she laughed as she slid the garment to my ankles, revealing my erection.
"Well, young lady, either your clitoris is much larger than average, or..."
I felt my face turn red. "Oh Miss Erika I'm a boy who enjoys ladies clothes. Please don't be angry with Madame or me."
"I'm not angry, Priscilla. I love to see boys dressed as girls. And what I'm going to do will make you feel even more feminine. Please sit in the chair, and keep gazing into that mirror."
I did so, feeling relieved. Then she asked, "Do you know what fellatio is?"
"Yes."
Miss Erika knelt in front of me. Was she going to...
"Please describe it."
"Well, when a lady wants to excite a boy she places her mouth on...OHHH"
Miss Erika slid her mouth up & down a few seconds, then said, "Keep your eyes wide open & fixed upon the mirror, young lady. As I do this, I want you to realize that I'm a dyke and you are my femme. I want you to repeat, 'My name is Priscilla, I love being a femme, I want to be a lady forever.'"
"My name is Priscilla, I love being a femme, I want to be a lady forever...My name is Priscilla, I love..."
Miss Erika soon brought me to a climax. She cleansed herself, then me.
"That was wonderful, Miss Erika", I said. "I really do want to be a femme."
"That's nice, Priscilla. You probably should have been born a girl, but you can change someday."
Then Madame entered the room. She was wearing a robe, and I suspected nothing underneath.
"I see you ladies have been getting acquainted," she smiled.
"Shall I remove your robe, Madame?" I asked.
"No, thank you, Priscilla. Miss Erika shall do that. You may leave until we call you."
I was about to depart when, as she removed Madame's robe, Miss Erika asked, "Would you like to watch us, Priscilla?"
"Yes. YES. YESSSS!!!" I thought. But I kept my decorum.
"It's nice of you to ask, Miss Erika, but I believe we should ask Madame's permission first."
"You're right, dearie!" the lady replied. "I beg pardon, Madame."
"Granted. And, Priscilla, I want you to please sit in that chair."
"Yes, Madame."
I watched as Miss Erika, this time in the femme role, and Madame reveled in each other's beauty and womanhood. Viewing their sensuous, non-aggressive lovemaking made me yearn to be a real woman with long hair, narrow shoulders, flawless makeup, tight waist, soft vagina, curvaceous hips, & long slender legs...instead of a boy with a growth below his belly.
(Nevertheless, I very much enjoyed how Miss Erika treated that "growth"!)
Madame and Miss Erika rested by each other's side, smiling.
"It was wonderful, Madame."
"Thank you, Erika. I'm happy you enjoyed it." Then she looked at me. "Did you enjoy it, Priscilla?"
"It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Madame. Thank you again, and thank you Miss Erika, for allowing me to watch,"
"Our pleasure, my femme", Miss Erika said. "Surely Kathleen and you will make love in this fashion someday."
"Yes, well, uh, Madame, should I make some tea?"
"Good idea, Priscilla. Make a cup for yourself as well."
A few minutes later we were in the kitchen, the GGs seated and, at her request, me standing next to Miss Erika. She placed her arm around my waist.
"So what do you think of my girl Priscilla?" Madame asked.
"She's a very charming and efficient young lady, Madame. You're lucky to have her."
"You're very kind, Miss Erika."
"She's accurate, too", Madame added.
Then Miss Erika arose. "I've another appointment to keep, but I hope to see both of you again. It was very nice meeting you, Priscilla. Don't be in a hurry to go back to being a boy."
"I'm not, Miss Erika", I smiled.
Madame and I were soon downstairs in one of the dressing rooms. She helped me remove my maid's clothes and was putting me into a pretty pink tutu.
"The last time you wore a tutu it was lavender, dearie", Madame said.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"About seven years ago I had a group of boys whose mothers had turned them into girls for one of the boys birthdays. Except for one boy, all of them seemed to dislike being girls."
"I was that exception, Madame. But please don't ask about the other boys."
"I won't, Priscilla." Then she stepped back. "Take a look at my newest swan."
I gazed into the mirror at a girl in pink slippers, white tights, a frilly pink tutu, short blonde hair & tiara. Madame had put on a lavender leotard, black fishnets & black pointe shoes.
"Look at us, Priscilla, two charming swans."
"I'm afraid when I start dancing I'll look like a ruptured duck."
Madame burst into laughter. "That's what my first teacher called ME!"
"By now she knows better, I hope."
"She does. But I want you to practice by yourself for a few minutes, dear. I need to make some calls."
Madame put a few records on the stereo, then left me alone in the studio. As I practiced I hoped that soon I could be part of a real class...but in 1964 things could be unpleasant for a boy who told his parents he wanted to be a ballerina!
Several minutes later I was at the barre when the doorbell rang. Madame was still busy, so I walked to the door and peeked through the blinds. I saw my Aunt Jeanette, smartly dressed as usual. I opened the door and danced (more or less) back to the barre. Then the music ended.
"Very nice, young lady", she said.
I curtseyed and said, "Thank you, Miss Jeanette..." and I gave her last name.
"Carl?" she said in a surprised tone.
"Carl is one of your nephews. I'm you niece Priscilla."
Aunt Jeanette smiled. "You're even prettier than I hoped. That tutu looks wonderful, & the suit should also look as good."
"Thank you. Do I look as pretty as you did when you were a girl?"
"No, dear, you look prettier."
I placed my hands firmly on my hips. "IMPOSSIBLE!" I exclaimed.
"All too possible...Priscilla. My friend Helen certainly outdid herself on you."
Then Madame joined us. "Oh, Madame, this is my Aunt--"
"Jeanette?" Madame said.
"Um, Aunt Jeanette, this is---"
"Raisa?" Aunt Jeanette said.
Soon they were hugging each other. I walked to the mirror, put out my right hand and said, "How do you do, my name's Priscilla."
"What a coincidence, my name's also Priscilla!"
The ladies laughed and called me over. "Madame worked for my company when she first came to New York", my aunt explained. "We haven't seen each other for a few years."
"But it's nice to see you now, Jeanette. And you have such a charming nephew who wants to be your niece!"
"Carl does look good as Priscilla, but we have a lot to talk about", Jeanette said. "But I arranged for Priscilla and me to have dinner with friends tonight. Would you like to join us?'
"Thank you, I would."
"I'll help Priscilla get dressed and we'll meet you outside. " Jeanette said.
Soon my aunt and I were inside her car. She asked me if I truly liked being a girl.
"I LOVE being a girl, Aunt Jeanette. This whole day has been THE greatest of my life. I got made into a pretty young lady, I saw Kathleen dance, I have friends who like me being a girl..."
"Please count ME as one of those friends." Aunt Jeanette said. "You know I love my sisters & my sisters-in-law, especially your mom, but I've always felt sad that they never presented me with a niece. But if you want to be my niece as well as my nephew, I'll accept that. BUT, and mark my words, I want you to conduct yourself as a proper young lady. I do NOT want you to smear on makeup & throw on a dress & say, "LOOKIT ME! I'M A GIRL".
"I'll never do anything like that, Aunt Jeanette. I respect girls and women, and I always want people to think I'm a real young lady."
"From what Helen told me, people already do!" she laughed.
Madame entered the car, and we drove to the restaurant.
TO BE CONTINUED!!
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