Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2012 09:17:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Sbin Nibs <sbinnibs@yahoo.com> Subject: Tony 2 Toni 4 Cousin - chapter 1 (for TG - yf) Tony 2 Toni 4 Cousin - chapter 1 "Tony," my mother called after hanging up the phone, "Wendy needs a favor from you". "Now?" I was watching `The Three Stooges' at the time but didn't mind since I really liked my cousin who lived next door and was pleased that she was asking a favor of me since she was three years older than me and she was often helping me in some way. "What is it?" "Well, that's the thing. She's making a dress for her home economics class and Lynn was helping her as a model but Lynn's sick and Wendy said its due tomorrow. You and Lynn are about the same size so she's asking you to take over." "What do you mean? What do I have to do?" I felt myself flush as I imagined the answer. "Wendy needs you to try on the dress to see how it looks and make adjustments." Before I could even voice my objections, Mom said "Look Tony, I know you may feel uncomfortable but she's your cousin and needs your help. It won't hurt and no one else will know. And besides, she said she baked some chocolate chip cookies for you. "OK". Mom's preemptive acknowledgement of my unease of wearing a dress along with the cookie enticement was effective and I quickly shut off the black and white TV and ran out the back door across to her back door. "I'm here" I shouted in my 12 year old soprano voice and ran up the stairs, not allowing myself to feel trepidation of anyone finding out that I liked the idea of wearing a dress and had secretly tried on my mother's panties a few days ago. Despite their being way too large for me, I felt a momentary thrill like no other at the time. All the same though, I felt nervous when I saw Wendy in the living room with a step stool and a light yellow dress with lots of thread hanging from it draped over the rack next to her. But her smile of thanks and the aroma of the baked cookies easily won me over. "You're so sweet" she said before asking me to take off my shirt and pants. I took off my shirt quickly but balked at taking off my pants. I figured I could wear the dress over them but she insisted that the dress wouldn't fit right with the extra bulk underneath. I reluctantly agreed, but being a prude, put the dress on first and then took off my pants. I immediately felt an excitement like I did with Mom's panties. Wendy giggled but not in a mean way and I thought it was kind of funny too. She looked dissatisfied with the fit, however, and then had a realization. "Oh, Lynn may be small but she has breasts, you know. Let me get an old bra" she said then ran off to her bedroom. I stood there feeling a bit stunned. I liked the idea of wearing a bra but not in front of anyone else. What if they thought I was a sissy! I suppose that was my greatest fear. Then I heard the front door open and stood there on the step stool in dread as my aunt entered. "Tony!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing there in that dress?" "I'm helping Wendy. Lynn's sick." I managed to squeak out and Wendy shouted a similar explanation from the hallway before entering the living room with a white bra. She added that my chest was too flat so she got a bra for me to wear while modeling the dress. Aunt Ruth laughed, commented on what a nice boy and wonderful cousin I was, and kissed me on the cheek, which did nothing to lessen my blushing. She watched as Wendy helped me remove the top part of the dress and put on the bra. She then filled the cups with something that felt satiny. I'm not sure what it was and don't know if it was the feel of that material against my nipples or simply the circumstance of wearing a bra, especially in front of my aunt and cousin, but all the sudden my knees felt weak and I shuddered as I barely managed to catch my balance. "Are you alright, Tony?" Wendy asked in her innocence as Aunt Ruth laughed again and speculated that I was doing quite well. I heard her go to the phone in the kitchen and call my mother. I got back on the step stool and Wendy went back to work pinning this and that while I stood there in a generalized state of embarrassment but still getting some pleasure from wearing a bra and a dress and Wendy smoothing the fabric around by backside. Then I heard the heard the door bell ring and in came my mother. Wendy asked, "Well, what do you think Aunt Helen?" "Oh, he looks very cute. Is he wearing a bra?" she said. "No, I meant the dress" Wendy retorted. "How about you, Mom?" Aunt Ruth responded that she thought the dress looked good and was ready for the final sewing. She also confirmed to my mom that I was wearing a bra. Mom looked at the dress critically and expressed concern that the waist cinch was a bit off line. She said it was hard to tell because you could see my Davy Crockett briefs through the dress and it was distracting and suggested I wear panties instead This really made me blush bad. As I said before, I was a prude and didn't like the idea of even boys seeing me in my underwear, much less girls such as my cousin. But the suggestion that I put on a pair of panties instead made me even redder. Now you might wonder at my problem with this given that I was already wearing a bra and a dress but maybe because it covered genitalia made underpants more potent to me. Whatever the case, I protested and declared "No way". My mom, aunt, and cousin first tried to appeal to my sense of wanting to help my cousin, but as I still refused, Mom played dirty. "Tony. I don't know what this fuss is about since I know you wore my red panties on Sunday." I stood there dumbfounded with my mouth open as she went on. "I know I didn't leave them in my drawer like that and your brothers weren't around at the time. You could have cleaned them, you know". I stood there beet red, head handing down with tears silently streaking my cheeks as she went on. "It's not that big of a deal. I figured I'd let you have your fun. I understand that you don't want anyone to know but I find your hypocrisy intolerable, especially when Wendy's helped you so many times in the past". I felt completely defeated and said nothing when Wendy returned with a pair of white cotton panties. I didn't even leave the room as I pulled off my briefs under the dress and stepped into the panties. And said nothing when they slid back down to my feet because they were too big, though I heard everyone else laugh. I waited as Wendy went back upstairs to search for an old pair that might fit me. I looked up finally and saw everyone still looking at me. My mother continued "Tony, I know boys are curious and like to play pretend and I know you're good at sports and other boy things. It's OK to want to see what it feels like to dress like a girl." My aunt added "And I remember how you used to like to play house and dress up games with dolls when were a little boy. You're still a young kid you know." "But everyone hates sissies" I cried out and started sobbing more heavily. "First off Tony," Mom said, "no one needs to know that you wore a dress today. We'll tell no one. And secondly, I don't really care what others think; neither should you. And helping your cousin or trying on my panties doesn't make you a sissy." "But Mom" I protested, "It's more than that. I got a thrill putting on your panties and earlier today with the bra. Maybe I am really a sissy. But I don't want to be one!" "Um, and Aunt Helen" Wendy added, "we're supposed to have our dresses modeled tomorrow in class, not just bring them in, and I don't think Lynn's going to be able to come in cause she's very sick. I don't suppose Tony could do it, could he?" "What!" we all exclaimed in unison, followed by my "No way!" Mom just shook her head and said "One thing at a time." "Tony, even if you do like to wear girl's clothes, it doesn't mean you're only a sissy. You obviously like boy activities too. So maybe we can just find some discrete times for you to enjoy your `thrills'. And, by the way, it might be more than that but I don't think you're ready for that discussion yet. " "As for your idea, young lady," she said to Wendy. "I agree with Tony. No way he's going to go to your class in a dress." "But part of the grade is based on the shapeliness of the dress and you can't tell that without a model it fits properly" Wendy whined. "Wait, Maybe I have a solution" chimed in Aunt Ruth. "We have a Polaroid camera; what if we take pictures of Tony in the dress when it's completed. You can bring them in along with the dress and explain that your model, your cousin Toni, with an `I' instead of a `y', couldn't go there because she had to go to her own school." This quieted us down for a moment but I quickly realized "But Aunt Ruth, they'll see in the pictures that I'm a boy wearing the dress." "Not necessarily, sweetheart" she responded. "You have a full bottom that any girl would envy not to mention beautiful bangs. Wendy has a nice fall we could attach to your hair to make a girl's hairstyle since you both have the same hair color. The bra fits you fine and with make-up, nobody would be able to tell the difference." This was too much for me. Here I was, watching `The Three Stooges' on TV at home less than an hour ago to helping my cousin model a dress to being exposed as a panty freak, and now they wanted to girlify me all the way. Naturally I protested, but Mom's was able to convince me to accept Aunt Ruth's plan. "Tony dear, think about it. Instead of your knee-jerk refusal based on maintaining a façade that we all know is fake, why not take this as a rare opportunity to enjoy yourself doing something that you know you'd like to do but haven't had the chance before. Come off your high horse and be real. Let yourself go. You admitted to us already concern about being a sissy. So let it go and be yourself. Have fun with it. In fact, let us all have fun. And it'll also provide a solution to Wendy's problem. Come on now, give us a twirl." "But Mommy" I complained through my tears and snot bubble, "I still don't have any panties on." This seemed to break the ice for everyone, resulting in much laughter. Wendy tossed a pair of pastel green nylon panties at me, hitting me in the face. "I found these old ones from my sixth grade prom in my closet" she said. I couldn't help but sniff them as I took them from my face, noticed of course by my aunt and my mom. I twirled them around my finger, then turned around and put them on under the dress. Then I twirled myself around as Mom had asked, with a smile. "Yeah" she said with a smile after I stood straight, "the waist is fine. Somehow his boy briefs made it look lopsided. The dress is beautiful Wendy dear." Wendy beamed at this and so did I. I felt I was being complimented on my appearance as much as she on her craftsmanship. "Come on Toni with an `i'" my aunt implored. Take off the dress so that Wendy can finish sewing it." "OK" I shouted and started out of the room. "Hey, where are you going?" asked my Mom. "We're all girls. You can undress here." And despite my misgivings and prudishness of being seen in my boy briefs, it somehow seemed acceptable, even good, to be seen in the (actually it felt like `MY') panties and bra. Wendy carefully helped me get out of the dress and I stood there in my aunt's living room wearing nothing but panties and a bra. In front of my mother, my aunt, and my cousin! And it did feel good. Too good, in fact, as Wendy's giggle and their glances brought my attention to my crotch and the protuberance, small as it was, in the front of the panties. "I guess that's the thrill you were referring to before" said Aunt Ruth. I had gone from feeling like a humiliated reject earlier to liberated joy and now I felt betrayed by my body and the former feeling was resuming. But Mom, my angel, recognized this and rescued me again. "Tony, that's a good thing, something to enjoy. We already know you like to wear panties, and that at least part of the pleasure is sexual. Don't hide from it. Have you ever masturbated before?" I'd heard the word before but didn't know what it meant – my ignorance of sex was another source of shame for me – and decided to be honest now. I shook my head "no". "Well it's way of stimulating your body to get a good feeling that becomes a lot stronger after your body changes in puberty. But you can still enjoy it now. For boys, it's usually about rubbing their penis but other parts of the body are also sensitive like nipples and anus (I didn't know what anus was either but figured I had displayed enough ignorance already) and other places. A year from now you'll probably be able to ejaculate but don't worry about that now. Your dad or I will explain later. Here, come here." I walked over in a bit of a daze as she asked Wendy to finish sewing her dress. "OK, now take out your penis and hold it with these fingers." "No, Mommy, then I won't feel like I'm one of the girls anymore. I'll just feel like a boy naked in front of girls." She laughed and said "Alright then, hold it that way outside the panties and rub it back and forth". She was right. It was sensational! In a few moments, my knees were buckling again and my body spasmed with electricity. I opened my eyes to see my mother and aunt smiling and turned to run upstairs to the bathroom – I had sudden urgent need to pee. As I ran, I saw Wendy staring open-mouthed at me. I don't know why, since I was such a little prude, but I impishly pulled down the front of `my' panties to display both raging inches of boyflesh. I was slow coming back down the stairs with a big grin and declared "Wow, I really like being Tony with a 'y' and Toni with an `i'" and kissed each one of the `girls'. Then I regained consciousness of the chocolate chip cookie aroma. Epilogue: We had a lot fun making me up, doing my hair, and taking the Polaroids. I felt so liberated and had ball posing in the dress. Wendy got an "A" on her project and I got an enriched life.