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Dear Auntie Helga, Thank you for picking up the reins. I agree with your aim to skip prurient messages, but I hope my story may be useful, regardless. Sometimes life may flow that way. When I was little I was a "caboose". The youngest child in the family. One brother in college and a sister who helped my parents in their business. Their business required them to attend shows or bourses throughout the land, from Friday afternoon to Monday noon. I don't know if that makes sense in most places this will be read, but that was a custom where I lived at the time. During this time I was "sat" by a neighbor who made up advertisements for a local paper and worked on a psychology degree via the mail. She did not pay much attention to me. Mostly I played with my own toys, looked out the windows of her apartment, and also sometimes posed for her as she drew. Not modeled, yet. One day it happened that she was taking a shower and I was making sandwiches for our lunch. When they were ready, in my enthusiasm I dashed into the bathroom to announce lunch. I met her full frontal, and nude. We both gaped for about a second and then I screamed and ran. I thought she was horribly mutilated. I hit my favourite hiding place, behind the couch. She came after me and pulled me out by the foot and was also yelling for me to please shut up before the police came around. I had been nursed, but did not remember breasts and they scared me again. I was shaken and moaning. I was SO sorry for her. She held me close and cooed to me as I came back to a now permanently ruptured sanity. I closed my eyes and pressed myself against her and one of her nipples pressed against my lips. I latched on it, and she pulled it away, causing me to scream louder. She said, "OK, then" and stuffed it back between my lips. I panted, sucked and whimpered until I fell asleep. I had rather dirtied myself while I was having my fit, and she cleaned me up while I was asleep, and since I had been in my last clean clothes, I now found myself in panties and a dress that she used for her advertisements. Just my size. When I awoke I assumed I was now maimed too, (She was not maimed. she was a perfectly healthy woman.) I began crying again, but softly now. I asked her what happened to her and she explained about life. I felt myself there, and through the nylon panties it felt so nice I kept doing it. She watched me with interest, and tried to tell me something about her studies on imprinting animals. I kept feeling myself while she talked. "You like the dress and panties, don't you?" I agreed, and finally we got to lunch. After that, as soon as my parents left me off, I went into her bath, showered and changed to all different types of girl's clothes. I modeled now for her ads and she taught me how to act girlish and rewarded me with candy as soon as I dressed. I was encouraged to rub myself through panties when I laid down for my nap. Her experiment was a success. She got a high grade on it and it was published anonymously. My sister caught on. I let something slip and she pried the rest out of me, and she broke it to my mother. They felt that my behaviour had so improved that they decided to extend panty control to our home. My sitter soon moved and I have never seen her again. My mother and sister kept me well in tow, and my sister told my girlfriend about my adventures when I got older. After we married she suggested that I continue, so I have and have been a husband, girlfriend and sometimes wife to her. My sitter could have gotten into trouble. I am glad she did not. I try to remember her and love her for what she did. It is a good thing for boys to have such an experience so they quit thinking of women as another species. Anonymous Thank you for your letter. Your experience seems to have turned out for the better now that your wife has taken over. Auntie Helga |