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I couldn’t say exactly how long I was asleep for, but I know I was well rested. I didn’t do the stereotypical waking up at three A.M., run into the living room, look under the tree and start screaming until the whole neighborhood woke up and the cops showed up. Technically I didn’t even wake up on my own; mirage was kneading the covers over my back and little cat paws were message the area just above the waistline of my pajama bottoms. I stayed there in bed for a little while, with my eyes clothes and enjoyed the sensation. Mirage was a good cat that way, I could feel his claws but the never penetrated any skin.

I slowly opened my eyes, it was light outside so it was officially Christmas morning. I arched my back and rolled my shoulders in an elongated stretch, getting the blood coursing through my veins. Mirage was happy to see me away and darted to my pillow only to lay down right in front of my face. I rewarded him with a few long strokes of his spine, making him raise his rump high into the air. A small smile came to my face, he was my cat and we knew how to make each other feel nice.

Carefully I wiggled out of bed, this way I would leave the covers undisturbed and the bed would remain made for yet another day. I thought I was quite clever with the little plot I devised to get out of the tedious chore. My socked feet hit the tile floor like a feather, not even the most sensitive of spy equipment would’ve detected a sound. Mirage now had the bed to himself and he decided to curl up just in front of the pillow.

My bedroom didn’t have a door, just two little dividers that were about four feet high that bracketed an entrance way on each side. The dividers were tall enough that I couldn’t see over them as a seven year old boy on the short side and atop each divider was a metal decoration of interlacing circles. It was a design that a young kid could get lost looking at, but not on Christmas day.

I walked out of my room and that led me to my aunts. Her bed was empty so I knew that she was already awake. It was Christmas and I knew there would be no delays. But still I didn’t rush. I simply walked through my aunt’s room. Her’s did have a traditional doorway in the far left corner, but it never had a door there. It had a sliding divider that sat on tracks and had a little magnetic clasp that kept it close when my aunt wanted it that way. I pulled the divider open and walked into the living room. Though the anticipation was rich, I never did come across as overly excitable.

My aunt’s eyes immediately left the television and fell on me. She gave me a big smile as I was given the once over. “Look whose up,” she said with sing-song joy. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas Aunt Roe,” I replied. Though I wanted to get to the presents and all, I still went over to her chair, climbed into her lap and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

My Aunt gave me a squeeze. “Why don’t you go see what Santa brought you?” she said casually.

“Okay, Aunt Roe.” It wasn’t like she would need to tell me twice. I hopped out of her lap and made my way to the tree. Once there I stopped and stared. There was only one small package under the tree. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at the lone package with perplexity.

Aunt Roe laughed. “I’m sure there will be other presents when we go by Gerard’s tonight.”

Gerard was Paul’s brother who wasn’t gay, but was married and had two daughters of his own who were both older than I was.

“Oh,” I said, a bit more relaxed. I was almost certain that maybe I had found myself on Santa’s naughty list and this was going to be it. Thankfully my Aunt gave me the reassurance that I needed that Christmas was still going to be wonderful.

“Besides, I think this is an extra special gift,” my Aunt informed. “Something you might like more than anything else this year.”

I gave my aunt a quaint smile and proceeded further to the tree. The package was small, so it definitely wasn’t a ColecoVision, but it was expertly wrapped in red paper with little green Christmas trees going at a diagonal pattern. There was a big white tag where anyone could see it.

I looked at the package curiously as I read the label. “Aunt Roe, this gift says it’s for little Katie,” I said as I stared at the package.

My Aunt gave a knowing smile. “I think Santa means you,” she said in her soft voice that told me it was alright.

“Okay,” I said even though my uncertainty remained unabated.

My aunt watched with piqued interest as I gently pulled the tape from the wrapping paper. Lucky for me it was just the one strand of tape or we might’ve waited for hours for me to open the one present; I was always neat that way. I laid the package on the couch and unfolded the gift wrapping. In an instant the present was revealed and I stared at it in awe and in silence.

“What did Santa bring you?” my aunt asked calmly, not giving any indication of her mood.

“He gave me girl under pants,” I said in just above a whisper.

“They’re called panties,” my aunt instructed.

“Santa gave me panties,” I replied in a monotone voice, still trying to process what was before me.

A few moment of silence passed as my fingers lightly danced over the soft pink material of the garment. The red borders were a nice contrast and I knew each of the Disney princesses that were drawn in little white circles around the underwear; there was Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Snow White.

There was a little tension in the air, maybe because part of me was waiting for my Aunt Roe to start laughing and give me a “Gotcha” that never came. “What do you think?” she asked tentatively.

What did I think? That was a very good question. What did I think? I couldn’t exactly say. My mind raced as I wondered how I should respond. “Why would Santa bring me girl panties?” I said as I lifted the clothing from the couch, turned towards my aunt, and held them open.

“I think Santa brought you panties because he thinks that would help make this day special for you and something tells me that maybe he left a few more things for Little Katie around the apartment,”

“He did?” I asked in awe.

My aunt smiled at me. “It’s your choice, if you want to do it. If you don’t want to do it, no one is going to be upset at you.”

I looked at the panties again. They felt so soft in my hands and though they looked foreign from any other pair of underwear I had ever worn before, they also looked inviting. A small twinge of guilt came over me, I was a boy, after all; shouldn’t I be offended and pitching a fit? “What do you want me to do, Aunt Roe?” I finally asked, deferring the decision onto my guardian.

My aunt looked directly in my eyes, in a way where I knew whatever she was about to see was the absolute truth and there would be no falsehood in any of the words. “I want what I want for you everyday of your life. I want you to be happy.”

The words struck me as being extremely important, but that still didn’t solve my dilemma. “So if I want, I can be Little Katie today?”

My aunt’s smile returned. “If that is what you want, than yes.”

I was never a Little Katie before; it wasn’t a game that my aunt and I ever played before. In fact, when I would go to sleep and envision myself as a girl, I never did name myself; I was just me. “And you won’t be mad?” I pressed.

“Not in the least bit.” I could tell my aunt was now amused, like she already knew I had made my decision but was still trying to convince myself.

“And if I want to stop,” I raised one more objection.

“Then we stop. Katie, this is your gift and you can do with it as you please.”

She called me Katie for the first time and it felt oddly familiar and natural. It felt like I had worn that name since the day I was born and it fit well. A shiver ran through my body and I took that as Christmas’ way of telling me I was no longer Keith, but Katie and a large part of me liked that. “Okay Aunt Roe,” I said as some of the tension left my face, “I think I would like being Little Katie today.”

“Me and Santa thought you would,” my aunt said in an even keel way. She wasn’t overly excited, she didn’t jump up and down with joy, but part of me knew she was pleased and that made me feel a bit happy as well.

“What do I need to do first?” I asked as I still held the panties in my hand, letting my finger tug on the elastic the encircled the leg opening.

“I think the first thing we need to do, Katie, is get you cleaned up and ready for the day.”

“A bath?” I said, trying not to sound sour, but what kid, boy or girl, wants to get a bath on Christmas.

My Aunt smiled and shook her head. “Oh Katie, it’s not just any bath, but your very first special girl bath.”

I never heard of a girl bath before and I was intrigued. What was a girl bath? Did it at least have bubbles? I didn’t even know girls and boys had different baths before and now I was going to find out and the anticipation was delicious. But I still hoped for bubbles or maybe even something magical. “Okay, Aunt Roe,” I said in compliance, my attitude changing to show that this was something I really wanted to experience.

“You wait here and get out of those boys clothes and I’ll run the bath,” my aunt informed. “I’ll bring out a towel so you can cover yourself.”

“Okay,” I said as I digested every word. Get out of those boys’ clothes, my aunt had said. Quite in an impartial way, giving me no indication of what her wishes were and leaving the decision entirely up to me. But as soon as she walked into the kitchen and then disappeared into the little bathroom that we had I said the words again to myself. “Yeah, Katie, get out of those boys’ clothes, those yucky, smelly boy clothes. Katie’s don’t wear stuff like that.” I laughed at myself as I pulled of the long sleeve top with the picture of the large football on the chest.

“Good bye, Mr. football shirt,” I said to the garment as I laid it neatly over the arm of the couch. The pants soon followed and then my boys’ underwear. I quickly wrapped the towel around me, as I could almost hear my Grandpa when he use to say, ‘better watch out or a little birdie is going to snatch that away thinking it’s a worm.’

“I wish a bird would snatch it away,” I said in a whisper so only I could hear.

I lay the two pairs of underwear side by side. The boys’ briefs on the right and the girls’ panties on the left. They did have some similarities, they were roughly the same shape, kind of, and they each had holes for the waist and legs. But the boys’ briefs were plain white with an elastic band around the waist that had two blue stripes going around the middle, not very pleasing to look at. The girls’ underwear had more style and were pleasing to look at. I made a note, boys’ things plain, and girl’s things interesting. I had a feeling I would be making a lot of comparisons this Christmas Day.

My aunt was sitting on a small plastic chair by the tub and was watching me as I walked into the bathroom. She made note of how I wore the towel around me and the slight smile on her face spoke that she thought her plans for the day would work. The way I wore the towel was just a small indication that she had made the right choice in what she was doing and she took it as a sign that we were on the right path. It was the first test, even though I didn’t realize it. See, my aunt was wondering exactly how I would wrap the towel around me, if I would wrap it just around my waist, leaving my bare chest exposed like boys and men were known to do or if I was going to wear it exactly the way I had it on me just then. I had wrapped the towel around me so it covered my chest as well as my lower extremities, allowing the warm terry cloth pink towel to come up as high as my armpits and had tucked it in on itself so my nipples remained covered.

“I’m ready for my special girl bath,” I announced as I looked in the tub to see that it had been filled to the appropriate level but definitely lacked bubbles.

“I can see that,” my aunt said as her eyes stayed transfixed on me. I could tell she was deep in thought, but I was at a lost at figuring out exactly what she was thinking about. She leaned forward and took two large bath beads out of a wicker basket that sat on the tank of the toilet. “First things first,” she said as she threw the beads into the waiting warm water. “This will make your skin oh so smooth, and you will smell lovely.”

I stood there in my towel, watching the beads sink into the water. I had never had a bath with the oil in the water before, but I knew it was something that my aunt enjoyed on rare occasions and I was looking forward to the experience.

“Let’s lose the towel, shall we?” My aunt said as she saw me stare into the tub, perhaps feeling that the anticipation was building to more than I could stand.

I took a step into my aunt and allowed her to remove the towel from my body. The steamy air from the bath hit my skin and caused me to break out in goose pimples. I wasn’t too self conscious being naked in front of my aunt, she had seen me numerous times before and this time it was even more acceptable because it was just us girls.

My aunt must’ve realized I was in deep contemplation, for a seven year old I was regularly a deep thinker. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

I took my eyes off the vanishing bath beads and looked up at my aunt. I could see that she told me no lie; she was allowing me to be Katie today because she really felt it would be something I was going to enjoy, not because it was something she wanted me to do. “No, I want to,” I said, my voice sounding softer to me than it ever had before. It wasn’t that I was unsure that I would enjoy the experience, but part of me wondered if I should be enjoying it. It went against everything I was taught by other boys. At the same time, the opportunity to be Little Katie might not come up ever again and as I stood there naked and exposed to the one person who I could trust above all others, I knew it was a chance too delicious to pass up. “I’ll be alright,” I added as I gave a faint smile.

My aunt took a look at my body, starting at my longish light brown hair and deep blue eyes and working their way downward. She looked at my small button nose and full pink lips and she smiled. Her eyes continued their path south, pausing at my light pink nipples that were barely visible and then her gaze rested on the one part of me that couldn’t pass for either male or female. She tried not to, but as my aunt looked at my penis she frowned. She didn’t frown because I had a penis and that she wished that I didn’t; no, that was my secret wish. But she frowned because it was an area of great concern for her. See, even at seven, that part of my body wasn’t developing as other boy’s my age was and it was quite scrawny.

My aunt worked at the blood lab at Wyckoff Heights Hospital, she was a lab technologist and was very good at what she did. It was always her intention to get my blood tested to see why my body wasn’t developing the way that it should. I think part of the reason was that she feared the results. If something came up that said I wasn’t a boy through and through, then that gave rise to a guilt that I was forced to live a life as something I wasn’t and reversing seven years of being raised a boy might not be an easy undertaking. On the same token, if the test came back to say I was completely a boy, that opened up another box of issues; like why as a boy was I so effeminate. I am sure my aunt would’ve blamed herself because she was a woman raising a boy and, by her standards, not doing a very good job of it. She would lament not introducing me to enough positive male role models and allowing me to embrace the rough and tumble world of masculinity. So it was easier to simply not run the blood test and leave the doubt in place but the guilt stored safely away to something we would deal with in the future.

My aunt snapped back to reality about the same time as I did. I suppose we both had the same concern about the half inch of flesh that denied my existence as either male or female. “You can get in now, Katie,” my aunt said softly.

I took a giant step into the waiting bathtub. The water was nice and warm with a slight oily feeling to it. I sat down and decided I would enjoy the experience. My aunt handed me a small bar of scented soap and I lathered up to her approval.

After I rinsed the soap from my body, I thought I was all done. “All clean,” I said with a huge smile as I looked at my aunt who had failed to take her eyes off of me.

“Almost,” she corrected as she reached down by the side of the plastic chair and picked up two bottles. “We have to do your hair too or it won’t be manageable.”

My hair was a topic of discussion for some as of late. It was considered too long for a boy, coming down in long strands just below my jaw line. But, considering how I was going to spend the day, it was also short by a girl’s standard. I often looked at my cousin Jennifer’s hair and wondered what it would be like to have hair that came down to the middle of my back; hair that I would be able to braid, or put in pig tails or even an up-do.

“Smell this,” my aunt said as she opened the lid of the shampoo

I took a deep inhale of the product, a small pink bottle that was certainly designed for little kids. “Mmm,” I said in delight, “strawberries.”

My aunt smiled. “Yes indeed,” she said, the joy and contentment in her voice was so evident that even as a seven year old I didn’t miss it. “Now sit with your back to me.”

I obediently sat still as my aunt lathered my hair, rinsed it and then added the conditioner to my hair. We waited a few moments for the cream to work its magic as I swished my legs in the water. My aunt then used a half gallon pitcher to rinse my hair clean.

“All done,” my aunt said in faux excitement as she pulled the plug from the drain.

It was tradition that I sat in the tub until the water drain from around me. I could still smell the fragrance from the bath beads and I don’t think my skin had ever felt so soft; maybe it was as soft as it was when I was a baby. I enjoyed the sensations and could feel warmth fill me from the inside, starting from my stomach and radiating outward.

As the last droplets of water disappeared down the drain I stood up. There was no need to get the floor of the bathroom wet and create extra cleaning on Christmas day. My aunt took a fluffy green towel and began to dry me. I obediently lifted my arms and legs when I was told to and before no time I was completely dry. I was surprised that my skin didn’t feel oily from the things in the bath but I still smelled different, like a delicate flower perhaps.

My aunt stood up from her chair and helped me get out of the tub. I was still small enough that she could lift me straight up and then place me standing on the chair where she was sitting. “There she is,” my Aunt cooed, “my little angel girl.”

I couldn’t help but blush as I put my hands behind me, grabbing them as a twisted side to side. Though I wasn’t a child that was prone to be naked in front of others, this was different, this was Aunt Roe. I didn’t say a word, but I am almost certain that she could tell I was eating the experience up.

“One last thing,” my Aunt informed me,” before we get you dressed so you can make your Christmas debut princess.”

Normally I wasn’t one for taking compliments well, always feeling that there was a slight behind the kind words that people spoke, but I smiled. I was never called princess or angel before, but hearing them from the lips of my Aunt made me feel even more special than I ever had before.

My aunt reached to the floor and picked up a red circular box that I knew very well. In the box was powder and applicator and I remember once when I was four years old creating quite a mess when I had opened it and spilled the powder all over the floor. I think it must’ve taken a week to finally sweep it all up.

“Your powder,” I said as I looked at the ornate script written in gold on the top of the box. The one lesson I learned, even though my Aunt never had to hit me, was that I was never to touch that box again.

“It’s a special day,” my Aunt said as she removed the lid and grabbed the puff that sat on top. “And Little Katie deserves special things, don’t you think?”

“That I do,” I beamed, not realizing how comfortable I had already become to hearing my new name.

My aunt dabbed the powder with the fluffy puff and picked up a reasonable amount of powder. She gently dabbed my arms and my chest, I could quickly tell that the powder had a different fragrance than plain old baby powder. She took a little more powder and dabbed my legs and my backside and even gave a quick dab to my penis which was even smaller than usual because I had been in the tub. If I were in front of anyone else I would’ve been self conscious, but never in front of Aunt Roe.

“There we go,” my Aunt said, her smile was so wide that I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was. “Now you stay here like a good little girl and I’ll go grab your panties, we can’t have you going around in your birthday suit on Christmas day. I mean, what would Santa think if he saw that, he might come back and take all your presents away.”

My mouth dropped open in an over-exaggerated fashion. “Oh no,” I said, my voice sounding concerned but also with a little more lilt than usual. “We don’t want that.”

My aunt laughed, I always had a way to get her to chuckle out loud even though she didn’t do it much in front of others. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched as my Aunt left the bathroom. Though I was rarely adventurous, especially when it came to my secret desires, I was willing to forgo my normally reserved self and see if this Christmas had some magic in it. With how supportive my Aunt Roe was being, something told me that this just may be a day that I never would forget, and for a brief moment I closed my eyes and prayed that it would be so.

My aunt took a lot longer than usual and it certainly is difficult for a seven year old to stay put in one place, but I did. I certainly didn’t want to be the cause for a premature end of something I was suddenly so eager to participate in. Somehow my Aunt must’ve known to just let things develop, because if she had asked me the other day “Keith, would you like to be a girl for Christmas?” I would’ve laughed and just said no because that would be what I expected others would want to hear from me. But now that opportunity was presented to me in the here and now, I found it hard to resist.

Finally my Aunt returned with the panties. I had been standing on the chair so long and with a little cold air infiltrating from the small bathroom window I was starting to get all goosepimply. “There you are,” my Aunt cooed.

“Right where you left me,” I replied as I gave her the biggest smile I could.

“Let’s get you covered up, we have a lot to do today and it’s still early.”

“Okay Aunt Roe.”

“Lift your leg,” my aunt instructed, which I immediately did and put my left leg into the correct hole of the underwear. “Now the other,” she continued, and I did likewise with my right leg.

My aunt watched my body intently as she slid the underwear up my long, slender legs. She pulled the pink panties with the red trim and the Disney princesses over my crotch and backside. For a moment there were no words. My aunt was watching to see if I was going to get aroused, not that it was going to change any of the plans that we were going to have for that day. If I got aroused than my aunt would’ve known that my willingness to be dressed as a female had some sort of sexual component to it and that maybe I had some sort of fetish, even at a young age. I am sure she had discussed this at length with her gay friend Paul who certainly had a wealth of information for her. If it was something fetishy, it wouldn’t make her love me any less, but it would answer certain questions that she had and would perhaps dictate future endeavors.

The panties hung snug on my pelvis and the softness felt wonderful to a seven year old boy who, up to that point, only dreamed about what it would feel like to wear such a garment. They were softer than I had ever imagined and felt like they belonged. Now that I was covered in the important area, there was also a sense of security that I didn’t know I would feel. I took a deep breath and let out a slight sigh as I let the experience take hold of me. After all, who knew when I would get this chance ever again?

My Aunt heard the sigh. There was a certain high pitched quality to it that made her reminisce how she would make the same sound as a young girl whenever she was wrapped in grandpa’s arms. Her eyes never left the view she had of the panties to see the look of total peace that was on her nephew’s face, but she knew it was there. I had been in the panties for a full minute, but there was no erection. With a small upturning of her lips that I did not fully catch, my aunt knew that her presumption was correct. My being Little Katie had nothing to do with sex, after all I was only seven and, to my aunt, I was above such atrocities. She also took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh, she was right and there could be Christmas magic in abundance on this day.

And so it was I spent my first hour, opening one present and taking a bath, but this Christmas promised to be something beyond wonderful and hour number two which was about to begin promised to be even greater in scope and magnitude than the one that had just passed.

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Author note: I have no idea what I'm doing or if people are going to enjoy this, but I just wrote 5000 words on opening one present and taking a bath so I stopped it here. The way this is going i may have 16 parts, thought I doubt it. Perhaps I am writing this just for me, and I'm deluding myself that others would enjoy. But it is what it is and I think I will stay the course. It is so unlike anything else I have written and I am leaving myself open for people to see the real me. In this installment I mixed in some reality with things I wish were reality. When I was seven, my aunt did watch me bathe and the part about the small penis is dead on. The circular box of talcum powder did exist, and yes I did once spill it all over the place.

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