Dear Auntie Helga,

This story is from another nation, culture and a time long past. I taped it while doing volunteer work at a rest home, and now I write it out.

My mother and and Dad travelled a lot. They went from town to town, selling nostrums, remedies and spells. They had a strong following and were away, maybe 70% of the time. During that time, I and my sister, three years older were looked after by Grammy. She was a nice lady, and very indulgent to us. When our parents came home, we were all one big family, in which she was mostly the boss. She kept all of the extra money. She also took the two of us herb collecting frequently. We knew what mushrooms, plants and roots to collect, but one day I came to Grammy with a hand full of little brown berries. I asked "What are these, Grammy? They looked like candy." She brushed my hand away strewing all of the "berries" and said "leave those alone you dirty little boy. They are rabbit droppings." I could see she was sorry for what she said. In a little while she hugged me and apologized but I was pouting. "Tell me you forgive me." "No. You are right. I am a dirty little boy. Not pretty like you and Sis." she was looking at me with shock on her face, and I went on about the two of them were always dressed in nice things and I had dumb dull shorts and a rough shirts, and especially none of the pretty things that Sis wore underneath. She got me organized looking for more herbs and nuts to fill our baskets, and then we all sat down together and had the lunch we had brought along.

She asked my Sis if she thought I was a dirty little boy, and Sis said "No, he's just like all the other boys." "Are you like all the other girls?" "No, because you spoil me and dress me in all the nicest things and teach us different things." I piped up that her and Grammy were better because they were prettier, and dressed nicer." Sis grinned and said "We aren't better, and you could dress like me if you wanted to." No I can't. Grammy wouldn't let me". The arguing went on between Sis and me and Grammy busied herself repacking our things and getting ready for the trek home. Sis promised when we got home I would become Sissy and turn into a girl just like them. We bickered all the way home, me doing all the complaining and Sis said it would all be over as soon as they got me into panties. I shouted to Grammy for help and she said, "It's already decided, Sissy. you are going to be a girl. At least for a while." The name Sissy silenced me. I actually felt a little sweaty as we continued our hike. Just before our house, Grammy took us into a ladies store and bought a box of new girly panties. Sis was making some suggestive remarks, but Grammy silenced her with a look. Sis has plenty of very good clothes you can wear, but I will not have you wearing her panties.

At home, we both had a turn under the hose as Grammy washed up inside. When we dried, Sis went in first, as I had a little frog chase. When I came in. Sis was standing there as I had never seen her before. Pretty pink panties with a fringe of lace and a tight little bra. She was smiling at me with pursed lips. Grammy turned me around and inspected me more carefully than usual then nodded to Sis. "Put Sissy's panties on her." "No." "But yes!" Regardless of my ongoing protests, I lifted one foot and then the other, "Push the thing back between your legs, and hold it there with your girl thighs." Sis pulled up the panties! I can't describe the feeling of the cool slippery lacey garment consuming me. I wanted to scream. I was shaking. "Look Grammy! He's shaking like a little girl!" "That's because she just turned into a little girl inside. There's nothing we can do about it now. Its permanent." " Its permanent, Sissy! There's nothing anyone can do about it." I started crying. I was unable to resist my sister strapping the bra onto me. Grammy scooped up some excess skin and gave me little breasts. Then she turned me to the mirror and I DID scream! Then started crying. My Sis, standing beside me also screamed and she was crying too. "I can never go back!" I sobbed. Sis said "We'll never let you go back!" Grammy assured me that was true, and gave me a mug of special herb tea. "You will be drinking 2 of these every day from now on." Sis hugged me and said, "You're such a pretty girl!" Our sleek pants rubbing together and my breasts being mashed by her slightly firmer ones, caused something to happened that never happened before. Grammy sent Sis to gather some clothes for me, as she cleaned me with a cloth and changed me into fresh panties. Looking deep into my eyes she told me I had just felt the most wonderful thing I would ever feel. I could only do it again wearing panties and other girl clothes. Then looking into her eyes she made me repeat it. There was nothing else in my world at that time. I was floating in a fog, turned into a girl who would be dressed like my Sis and admired by all who saw me. I was Sissy.

My Sis was my Dad's daughter, but Mom's step daughter. When they got home, Grammy told me I had to remain a girl. After the explanation, it seemed they almost expected this. Mom was actually happy, after the initial shock, that they both had daughters now. In my presence, Grammy told them I had been started on a tea that would stop 'boyish' development and soon have me fleshing out like a real girl, and had been under hypnotic conditioning many times. "There's nothing anyone can do about it now." Grammy saw to it that my every girlish desire was filled.

Alfregar

Thank you for your delightful letter Alfregar. I'm sure many readers would enjoy such an experience if given the opportunity, a more than willing sister and forceful older woman to guide your way.

Auntie Helga