Dildo delight! It was my Aunt who introduced me to the delights of the dildo! And to the pleasure of being female. I'd found her double-headed dildo when helping her with her housework. It was a shockingly realistic affair and it fascinated me. 'It's so two people can enjoy it at the same time.' She told me without any sign of embarrassment. I blushed. 'On a man?' I asked, 'You use it on a man?' She laughed. 'No. I'm gay.' She told me. 'I use this on my lovers. Although I could use it on a man.' Something in the way she said it made my face burn. 'Are you a virgin?' She said when I failed to respond. I nodded. 'Remember when you were little, when I dressed you in my skirts?' I laughed. 'How could I forget?' I spent most of my weekends at her house. She used me as an unpaid servant, in the nicest possible way. And we played games. Secret games. Dressing in her clothes was just one of the way we amused ourselves. She was the first woman I ever kissed. She stared deep into my eyes. 'Why not wear my skirts now?' I couldn't answer. Aunt May closed the bedroom door. 'Get undressed.' I couldn't move. Her fingers flipped open the buttons of my shirt. I closed my eyes as my middle-aged Aunt removed my clothes. I stepped into the pretty panties without looking at her. My face hot and clammy. They were white satin decorated with a trim of pale-pink lace. The snug fit gave me a huge erection and I was only too glad to step into the elasticated waistband of the matching half-slip. The dress was made of cream linen, a tight knee-length sheath that clung to my slim frame with a sensuousness that inflamed my already rocky emotions. Aunt May turned away - to fit one end of the dildo inside her! I panicked! When she turned to face me, when I saw the tent-like bulge at her groin I knew I couldn't go through with this. I backed away. Aunt May manoeuvred me against the wall, and into a corner. I was trapped. She slid her arm about my girlish waist. "Let me go." My voice a hoarse whisper. But I wasn't struggling...or screaming! "You don't really want me to...why don't you scream? Like a girl?" Both her arms around me now! And I was snuggling up to her all trembly and weak kneed with excitement! One of her hands held the back of my head, the other held my waist. I slid both arms over her shoulders...raised my lips...pouted...and waited for her kiss. Her lips were rough, hard. They were wonderful! I parted my own soft pink lips and felt the first stab of her tongue. Passion exploded in my head. I gloried in the feel of her soft breasts against mine. Her hand slid down to my buttocks. I felt her squeeze...and I moaned through her kiss. Now that same hand was exploring my body, it cupped one breast Can one die from pleasure? She undressed my soft compliant body slowly and deliberately. My meek protests were ignored, my rubbery limbs brushed impatiently aside. And as my dress fell to my ankles as my half-slip slithered over my thighs I experienced an incredible dream-like passivity. I was putty in her hands. When she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my knickers I just closed my eyes in abject surrender. This mute submission aroused her in some bizarre way. Her movements, though still deliberate, were touched by urgency...a controlled frenzy. I felt myself manoeuvred to a small table. Thrust backwards, legs splayed by her knees. I helped her rip off her own clothes...my mouth found her breasts...and I gorged myself on their ripe full teats. The tip of the dildo penetrated the cleft of my buttocks. I froze. Looking up at her I whispered, 'Will it hurt?' She prodded me gently. 'Relax, relax, don't fight it darling. Surrender to it. Enjoy it.' The repeated prodding excited my. I let go and it went in. 'AAAhhhh.' I hissed. She withdrew it a little and then pushed harder. I gasped. 'Oh, oh, please...!' Now she drew it all the way out. I shivered and pulled her back1 She slammed it all the way in and I squealed! She raped me! Slamming her hard young body into mine with her head thrown back in savage delight. It was painful and shocking, it was uncomfortable and humiliating... It was bliss She lost control completely, her assault on me intensified, a wild and bucking assault on my groin that bruised and bludgeoned my soft girlish flesh. Then she grunted once...her body arched in a bow...and she shuddered...every muscle straining. I held her close until her breathing subsided. She kissed my eyes, my nose, my lips, and my throat. Softly. "You were a boygirl when I saw you....now you are a woman. My woman!" "Yes," I whispered in awe, "yes, I'm your woman. Take me, do it again. Be rough with me...please." She grinned, "Make yourself pretty for me, I want you in a really daring and sexy nightgown." I found it at once; a pale blue satin baby-doll set with masses of petal pink lace. I dressed in half the time I usually take. I paused only to change shoes..pink patent leather with a six inch heel. Her eyes crawled over me. I could feel her eyes on me! Teasingly I raise the lace hem of the shortie nightie to reveal my beribboned and lacy knickers. Her eyes gleam greedily. I feel faint. She pulls me to her...I feel myself being lowered to the hard floor. She lowers herself on top of me...and I pull her close. As I hold her broad shoulders, as her knees force my thighs wide, I understand...it is not enough simply to dress as a female...one has to be used like a woman! The floor is hard and cold and uncomfortable under me. Her lovemaking is rough and crude, almost savage. Her mouth bruises my lips, her hands maul my tender breasts, her pelvis pounds my throbbing groin, my buttocks chafe as her stabbing thrusts rub me against the floor...but I writhe and squirm beneath her...and egg her on, begging for more! 'Why don't you stay here, with me?' She says. With me as the blushing bride? Could I be a wife? I see myself wearing a wedding gown...it will be a satin dress, with a veil..and I'll be wearing satin slippers with a six-inch heel. And later, we'll go to our hotel. I'll wear a going-away suit of pink silk. And in bed, for the honeymoon, I'll wear pure virgin silk. I'll have real breasts...huge swaying teats that will drive her crazy. She'll cup them, kiss them, adore them! She whispers in my ear...she is obviously thinking along the same lines. But I playfully ignore her question. "Will you be rough with me?" I ask girlishly, "Will you beat me and dominate me?" She frowns above me, she slaps me across the face. "Answer me!" Her blow is sweeter than a kiss! "Yes," I answer breathlessly, obediently, "I'll be your lover, I'll be your wife. I'll be your blushing girlish bride!" Her eyes glitter with a mad feverish excitement; and her mouth crushes mine and I surrender to a mindless unbounded passion. I am a woman...a beautiful, passionate woman...and I will act like one! Tonight we seal our bargain. I will be her maid, for life, and she will turn me into a real woman! I experience a hot, choking excitement. Tonight I will be a woman..in bed..and I'll be wearing skirts! Soft, silky, billowing skirts...skirts that will wrap sensuously around my smooth, girlish thighs, skirts that will make me feel vulnerable and weak. And a strong, attractive lesbian will show me exactly how a woman behaves in bed...I cannot wait! I stare at the huge double bed. Soon I'll be on it...writhing and squirming beneath her...squealing, whimpering, sighing, sobbing..like a girl! Her knees will force my girlish thighs open...I'll be spread-eagled under her...I'll be weak and vulnerable..and trembling like a bride on her wedding night! I want to look sexy. I want to be pretty! For her! I dress with infinite care...Aunt May is next door..waiting for me. I have used powder and eye make-up. I've painted my lips with a deep crimson lipstick. My fingernails and toenails are shiny red... And I'll be wearing black! I chose this particular outfit myself. A black one-piece corset made of lace and spandex. And matching cute black knickers. Tiny panties trimmed with red lace. And sheer silk hose. Black seamed stockings and red high-heeled slippers. I step inside the lace-trimmed corset. I tug it up my legs and thighs. It hugs my new girlish waist. It clings to my new wide womanly hips. I pull it higher..so it cups my new breasts. Real girlish breasts. Small breasts but perfectly formed. My nipples shiver with delight as the lace and satin bra cups squeeze and mould my flesh into a sexy cleavage. I tug the satin shoulder straps over my creamy white shoulders. And I stare at my reflection. I look mannish and yet I look like a girl! And I look truly sexy! The old-fashioned stockings are made of wispy silk; seamed and fully-fashioned with a reinforced toe they look devastatingly sexy. I sit on the satin-sheeted bed. I place one painted toenail inside the lace-trimmed top of my stocking. I roll it up my leg and thigh. Using two palms I smooth its wonderful material up and down...MMMnnn. I pull the long satin-covered suspender down...and with shaky fingers I attach the suspender to the lace-trimmed hose. My breath is short and I can see my small breasts heaving excitedly! The second stocking quickly follows .. I'm almost breathless with excitement. I can imagine her hands stroking my legs through the sheer silk. I stand. I screw my toes inside crimson satin heels. I wobble, just for a second...but I love the extra height; the way they tighten my thigh and calf muscles. The way they re-shape and remould my legs into girlish contours. Even my tummy is flattened! And my buttocks have that taut, jutting girlish curve! High-heeled shoes are wonderful! How I relish the way they increase and emphasise my vulnerability. Shiny red slippers that give me a tartish look. Is that what she wants in her bed? A Slut? A tart? I don't really care. I just want to be in her muscular embrace. I simply want to be her lover..her lesbian, female lover! The night-dress is black. A simple sheath of black silk. Long and sheer it hugs my feminised form. I shiver in ecstasy. How I love the feel of silken skirts caressing my thighs. Sneaky fingers of silk tease and titillate my skin. I can't resist caressing my own feminised body through my skirts, through my bra cups, through my knickers! But I want HER hands! I want to used!!