The Ear Piercing
After we left the salon my aunt drove to the mall.
“You have to get used to being a girl in public, Paula, and this is
the time to start.”
I felt very conspicuous as we walked into the mall. I felt every eye
was on me and that everyone was laughing that I was a boy dressed up as
a girl. It wasn’t true though. No one really looked twice.
“Time to get your ears pierced dear,” my aunt said as she led me into
a jewelry store.
I was not looking forward to this as a clerk came over.
“May I help you?” she asked.
“Oh yes. My niece wants to get her ears pierced. She would like two
pierces in each ear.”
“Wonderful. Come right over here,” she instructed as she led me to a
high chair. I felt very exposed sitting up a bit high. I crossed my legs
and hoped no one would see up my skirt since it was so short. I was very
aware of my smooth legs and pantyhose.
The woman then came over with an ear piercing gun and two pairs of
starter studs. First she cleaned both of my ear lobes with antiseptic.
She then used a marker to place a small dot on each ear for my lower
pierces. When my aunt agreed that the positions were perfect she
proceeded to pierce my left ear leaving a small gold stud. She did the
same to my right ear. She showed me in the mirror. I saw my first two
studs. These were permanent. Even if some time in the future I was able
to remove my earrings I would have four telltale holes. Anyone who
looked closely would know I had once worn four earrings.
She then marked both my ear lobes for the upper piercings. She then
went back to the left ear to make a second pierce. She finished up with
the right ear. I now had two pairs of gold stud earrings. I was marked
as a girl now. Some guys had one or even two pierced ears, but hardly
any had two pairs. With my plucked eyebrows, earrings, and hairstyle I
doubted that even if I dressed in boys clothes and had no makeup on that
I could pass as a boy. I knew the studs were in permanently until my
pierces healed and I could wear regular earrings. The woman explained
how I should care for my new pierces, rotating the studs periodically
and treating them with antiseptic. I knew my aunt would require me to
always wear two pairs of earrings.
Shopping as a Girl
My aunt then took me into the junior department of a department
store. I tagged along as she looked over the racks of skirts and tops. A
sales lady came over.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“No thank you, we are just looking,” my aunt replied.
“Well if you need help just ask. By the way, you have a very lovely
daughter,” she said. I was sort of stunned that she fully regarded me as
“Oh this is such a cute skirt,” my aunt said as she held it up in
front of me. Of course it was very short. It was even shorter than the
skirt I had on. She also found a couple of sleeveless tops.
I had never been in a women’s fitting room, but I had no choice as my
aunt forced me to try on several skirts and tops. I saw a number of
other girls my age, and even one in her bra and panties since her stall
didn’t have the curtain drawn all the way. I thought that a guy would go
nuts if he could see what I saw. I was so nervous that I got no pleasure
out of my peek. After all, I was wearing a bra and panties too. I was
trying on girl’s clothing just like she was. I went into a vacant stall
and closed the curtain so no one could see in. I removed my skirt and
top. I could see myself in the full length mirror. I saw my smoothly
shaved legs covered by the pantyhose. I could see the outline of my
panties underneath and even the pad I was wearing showing through
slightly. On top I was well aware of my bra and full breasts. I tried on
the clothing and to my amazement everything fit perfectly. Apparently I
had a perfect size 7 figure. I could see the size on the tags.
As I looked in the mirror at the tops I tried on I saw that my bra
did a good job of enhancing my figure and my boobs were nice looking
especially with the lower cut tops. I suspected that guys would be
turned on by them. I had a feeling that my nipples were becoming erect
under my bra. I reached up under my top and touched them under my bra.
They were incredibly sensitive and kind of a turn on. What was happening
to me? I went back out to meet my aunt.
“How was that honey?” she asked.
“Okay I guess. I felt really nervous in the girls fitting room
“You are a lovely girl now and have nothing to worry about,” my aunt
said. “Did everything fit?”
“Yes, perfectly,” I replied.
The Ladies Room
Right after my aunt paid for my new clothing I realized that I had to
pee real bad. I told my aunt I had to go to the men’s room.
“You can’t go into the men’s room. You are a girl.” Of course she was
right. I would certainly look out of place.
She led me to the women’s room. I couldn’t believe this. We went in
and none of the women or girls there paid any attention to me.
“Paula, when you pee remember to sit down. Whatever you do don’t do
it like you did when you were a boy,” my aunt whispered to me. “In your
purse you will find a Kotex pad and your feminine deodorant spray.
Remove your pad and roll it up in some toilet paper and put it in the
special receptacle you will find. Don’t try to flush it. Spray yourself
and the new pad and put it into the crotch of your panties. Fix yourself
up like I instructed you. From now on you will need to change your pad
every four to six hours even at home. Always have a new pad or two in
your purse. You probably will notice that your pad gets damp and putting
on a fresh pad will make you feel more feminine.”
I went into the stall and pulled my pantyhose and panties down. I
peed first and then removed my pad which was quite damp and disposed of
it like my aunt had instructed. I sprayed myself and the fresh pad and
got it into place. I pulled up my panties and tucked things into place.
Finally I managed to get my pantyhose back up and pulled my skirt back
down. The fresh pad did feel better. I walked out of the stall and
washed my hands.
“Touch up your lipstick dear,” my aunt said.
I was forced to stand at the mirror along with the other women and
girls and try not to make a mess of applying a fresh coat of lipstick.
My aunt also told me to put on a little more powder and blush. I had a
complete set of cosmetics in my purse that Joan had provided at the
“You look lovely Paula,” my aunt said.
As we were walking through the mall a couple of guys spotted me. I
overheard them talking.
“Look at the tits on her,” One guy said.
“Incredible. Her legs are great in her short skirt. I would love to
get into her pants,” the other said.
I knew then that I passed as a girl perfectly and in fact was
regarded as quite attractive to boys. Instead of feeling humiliated I
somehow enjoyed the compliments. Maybe I did look pretty good as a
female. The thought that I was turning guys on wasn’t unpleasant.
The Lingerie Department
Our final stop was the most embarrassing. We went to the lingerie
department and my aunt had me try on some bras. She bought two for me as
well as matching panties. She had me try the bras on but said that I
could just pull the panties over the pantyhose and panties I was wearing
just to check the fit. I saw that the bras were B cup just as the bra I
was wearing. They were the underwire style. I knew that a D cup was
pretty big and my aunt said that I would have implants to bring me to
that size. I would need new bras then.
We made one final purchase. It was a firm control brief. My aunt
explained that unless I wore control top pantyhose to hold my privates
in place that I might bulge a little too much. If I wanted to go bare
legged I would need some extra support. When I tried on the firm control
brief I removed my pantyhose. It certainly did keep everything in place.
My shaved legs felt different without the pantyhose. I removed the brief
and put my pantyhose and skirt back on. After we left the lingerie
department, much to my relief, she led the way to a restaurant to have a
bite to eat.
“Paula, remember that when you sit down you must keep your legs
tightly together. Cross your legs after you sit down,” my aunt reminded
me. She didn’t have to as I was no acutely aware of my short skirt.
We went in and got a table. I was careful to keep my legs together.
As a boy I was always seeing if I could get a peek if a girl sat down
and wasn’t careful. Now the roles were reversed and I didn’t want any
boys seeing under my skirt. The waitress called me miss and I felt that
she did not suspect I was a boy. I was hungry and was happy to eat
something. It was strange to be sitting in a restaurant in public with
my pantyhose covered legs, high heels and my legs crossed. I was so
hungry that I almost forgot that I was dressed as a girl.
After we got home I was tired and went into my room. I laid down on
the bed and drifted off to sleep. When I awoke I quickly realized that I
was still dressed as a girl. I knew my aunt would not let me change
clothing to boy’s clothing ever again. Of course I didn’t have any so it
didn’t matter. That night I watched TV and eventually wanted to go to
bed. My aunt had me remove my makeup with makeup remover pads for my
eyes and special cream for my face. I washed my face.
“Don’t forget to twist your four studs,” my aunt reminded me. I was
told to twist them several times a day until they were healed. I also
put some alcohol on them.
My aunt brought me a baby doll nightgown to wear to bed that she had
previously purchased. It was very short and had a built in underwire bra
and matching panties. She left the room as I removed my shoes,
pantyhose, panties and bra. I put on the panties that went with the
nightie. I put on a fresh Kotex pad and tucked my privates. My aunt
insisted that I would always have a feminine contour between my legs
even when I slept. My aunt told me that I had to get used to sleeping
with breasts and the built in bra would allow me to experience what it
would be like when I had larger breasts after my implants. What was I in
for? The nightgown fit very well and the bra part did hold my breasts
I crawled into bed. My hands reached up and I played with my four
studs. I twisted them a few times. My hands ran down between my legs and
I felt my pad. I was starting to get aroused. I knew I could never have
an erection with my penis tucked back. I rubbed the pad and eventually
felt somewhat satisfied. I knew girls played with themselves down there
and I wondered exactly what they did. Arousal for females must be a lot
different from boys. They didn’t have a penis to masturbate with. I soon