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As a seven year old child I stood on the plastic chair in the bathroom wearing only a pair of pink panties with red trim that was adorn with the popular Disney princesses of the day and a smile. My aunt stood just before me, her eyes finally returning to my face after her suspicions have been confirmed that her allowing her nephew to be a girl this Christmas day wasn’t about some fetish of a young boy and that she wasn’t about to be feeding into some deviance. Christmas was but an hour old, and the day now promised to be full of surprises and magic.

“Katie,” my aunt said as I wrapped my arms around me, covering my chest not because of embarrassment, but because the bathroom didn’t have its own radiator and there was a chill coming from the small window.

“Yes, Aunt Roe,” I replied as my mind processed the new feeling of security and contentment that I felt coming from the pair of panties that held me snugly together.

“We have a lot to do and not much time to do it, but we can’t leave you standing up here all day wearing just your panties and hugging yourself. Now spread open your arms.”

Even though my body didn’t want to experience the full blunt of the chill, I put my arms up at my sides almost like a young toddler would do when they pretended to be an airplane. Perhaps if I was still Keith, and not Katie, on this day, I would be thinking the exact same thing. Instead, I felt as if I were a ballerina that had just finished performing and was about to perform a curtsey. I had seen my cousin Jennifer practice doing curtseys numerous times, so the concept wasn’t foreign to me, but being perched up on a plastic chair that was wet, I didn’t dare risk it. Instead I smiled and decided to think of myself as a gymnast as my aunt wrapped the towel around me, restoring me to some semblance of reasonable modesty.

“Let’s get out of this chilly bathroom, Katie,” my aunt said as she held forward her hand so I could take it to have help getting down.

As I was stepping to the ground, I suddenly realized that my aunt was using my new name in abundance. It made me wonder if she was saying it so often so that she would get use to it or so that I would be comfortable responding to it. The one thing that I didn’t realize was that every time my aunt said the name my eyes lit up and my cheeks gained a little color as each syllable was uttered.

I took small dainty steps as my feet traveled over the cool linoleum of the kitchen. My aunt led me to the chair I normally sat to when we ate dinner, only this time it was facing sideways from the table. An assortment of combs and brushes were arranged neatly on the kitchen table, as well as some hairspray and the pair of good scissors that for some reason I was never allowed to cut paper with.

“Up you go, princess,” my aunt instructed as she lifted me onto the chair and had me sit down on a few phone books that caused my head to raise over the back of the chair.

I had only been a girl for an hour, but I realized that I was receiving a multitude of platitudes and oddly enough I was loving each and every one. As a boy you spend your time being called sport and guy or hey kid, but never princess and certainly not princess. But hearing those sweet words brought a small feeling of warmth that didn’t soon go away. They meant even more to me coming from my aunt, her acceptance matter to me most in the world.

“First thing, young miss,” my aunt continued with reinforcing the notion I was a girl, but I wonder if she knew that I bit into being Katie that day hook, line, and sinker. Oh, I may have been a little reserved at first, but as soon as my aunt had put on the panties and all hell didn’t break loose, the transformation was complete. “We must get your hair dried.”

My aunt plugged in the white hair dryer and turned it on high. She waited a few seconds for the forced air to get sufficiently warm enough and then turned the nozzle to my face. I was greeted with a burst of hot air that took the remaining chill from my bones. My aunt ran a brush gently through my hair as she let the blow dryer do its job. In a few brief moments my hair was dry and my aunt could get on with her job of making my hair something appropriate for a girl on Christmas day.

“Let’s make you beautiful, Katie,” my aunt cooed as she picked up a comb.

I smiled as brightly as I could. “Yes, lets,” I replied, matching my aunt’s enthusiasm.

My aunt took the comb and started to part my hair down the middle. Though it wasn’t extremely popular among boys at the time my hair was quite long for a boy, but certainly not long enough to do anything extravagant for a girl. My hair came down just below my jaw line, and my aunt seemed pleased about it. So pleased, she began to sing as she worked.

“I’m looking through you,” my aunt began to sing a song so familiar that even I knew it by heart, it was sort of a game we use to play when I was four. “Where did you go?”

“I’m right here Aunt Roe,” I replied as I felt the comb tug on my hair, I tried not to wince as she pulled through a not.

“I thought I knew you,” she continued with her diligent working. “What did I know?”

“You must have known a lot,” I answered as I thought about what we were doing. Then it dawned on me, how did she know about me wanting to be a girl, I never told her. I wanted to ask her, but decided against it as I knew the next line of the song was coming.

“You sure are different, you have changed,” my aunt sang in her beautiful voice as she came in front of me to check on her handiwork.

“That’s because I’m a girl today,” I piped up proudly that made my aunt smile at me.

“I’m looking through you, what was your name?”

I smiled back at my aunt. “It use to be Keith but today it’s Katie,” I said emphatically.

“That it is, Katie,” my aunt said with a certain amount of acceptance in her voice. “That it is. Now Katie, do you trust me?”

That was a question my aunt had never asked me before. In fact, I doubt there was ever a need for her to utter such a question in my lifetime. “Of course I trust you, Aunt Roe. You are the only person in the world that I can trust.”

My aunt took a step back and stared directly at me. I could see a tear drift down her right cheek. “That’s my girl,” she said in a way that told me that my words had touched her in a way that I would barely be able to comprehend. “Let’s finish your hair.”

I sat still as my aunt combed part of my hair forward. Cascades of light brown hair covered my eyes so that I wasn’t able to see. A brief moment later, my aunt had grabbed the scissors and cut the hair so it came to just above my eyebrows and for the very first time in my life, I had bangs.

“Oh my,” my aunt said as she admired her work. “You’re absolutely adorable.”

“I am?”

“You certainly are a pretty little girl, Katie.”

I immediately turned bright red as I ate up the compliment. I wasn’t use to being made such a fuss over, but I definitely enjoyed every second of it.

“Now one more thing before we really start getting ready for the day,” my aunt informed as she pulled something up from one of the other chairs. I was kind of disappointed in myself for not realizing that there was something hidden, usually I am real good at noticing something like that.

“What’s that,” I asked as I looked at the balled up white material.

“They’re tights,” My Aunt informed. “It’s going to be cold today and they will help keep you warm.”

“Oh,” I said, not really understanding how something that looked thinner than a pair of slacks were going to help keep me warm.

“Okay.” My aunt said with a little levity, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. “Up with the left foot.”

I obeyed and lifted my left foot in the air so that it came almost even with my Aunt’s chest. She very carefully slid the bottom of the tights over my foot, making sure it was taught.

“Now with the other,” my aunt said, thankful that I did things in such a way that I didn’t cause any undo physical stain.

I giggled as I lifted my other foot, I couldn’t go as far up as I did last time because I knew my feet were about to be tethered together by the stretchy material.

As if she were dressing a little girl her entire life, my aunt expertly slid the other side of the tights into place and then allowed me to put my foot back on the chair so I could keep my balance.

“They’re like tight socks,” I remarked as I looked down at my feet which were now covered in white Lycra.

“Almost, Katie,” my aunt responded. “But socks can’t do this.” With those words my aunt pulled up on the material, letting my legs get smothered in white. She lifted all the way until the waistband of the tights came just below my navel.

I looked down at my legs in delight. Wearing tights was certainly a new experience and one that I didn’t object to. “Look Aunt Roe,” I shouted out in glee. “There’s little candy canes,” I said referring to the little graphics that ran up on the outer side of the leg.

I hadn’t been that excited about something that seemed so trivial in such a long time that it took my aunt a little by surprise. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was wondering who was this young child before her and why did she wait so long to be introduced to someone who was apparently hiding under her own roof. She quickly dismissed the idea of exploring her thoughts further and decided to get lost in the joy that she was providing her small charge. “Yes, I see them, aren’t they just perfect for Christmas?”

I couldn’t control my exuberance. “Absolutely perfect, Aunt Roe.”

“How about you get down from the chair and walk to the window and back so we can be sure they’re comfortable enough for you.”

Never wearing such an article of clothing I took a careful step down off the chair. For some reason the material felt slick and I had a slight fear that if I took a sudden movement that I might slip and fall and I certainly didn’t want to get hurt on Christmas. Once on the floor I took the eight steps towards the window that would show us the backyard that we didn’t have access to.

I could hear the swish-swish-swish of the material as I walked and my thighs brushed together. It was the sound of a new music that I never heard before but found entirely acceptable. The tights clung closely to my skin making me feel wonderfully different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why, but all of a sudden it felt like all the pieces of my life were coming together and I was beginning to get a glimpse of what my life was suppose to be.

Once at the window I did a small twirl and a half and was once again facing my aunt. She was watching me with piqued interest. It dawned on her at how natural my walk fit the clothing that I was now wearing, though she kept that to herself. As I walked towards her in my new, elegant way, she once again checked for sexual arousal and was pleased to see none. With each step I took towards her, it reaffirmed her conviction that she was doing the right thing on this Christmas day.

Not walking like a Neanderthal made getting to my aunt a little longer than it normal would but seeing her smile made the journey worth the extra few seconds. As a boy I was always in a hurry to get somewhere so I could do something. But as a girl, I found that the process of getting somewhere was almost as enjoyable as being where I was going.

“That was wonderful, Katie,” my Aunt praised and I simply ate it up.

I put my left foot behind my right and bent at my knees, lifting both arms out to the side as I did a curtsey. Evidently watching my cousin Jennifer practice all those times paid off and I was about an expert at it myself. “Thank you, thank you kindly,” I said with a certain lilt in my voice that never appeared before but all of a sudden sound natural. I put my hands on my hips and waited for further instruction.

My aunt blinked hard at what she was seeing. If she hadn’t caused the transformation herself she might’ve believed that what stood before her was a completely different child than her nephew Keith. The mannerisms were so perfect, so natural that it was like the child in front of her knew nothing other than being a girl. Oh how she didn’t want to think of such things, how she just wanted the day to unfold without questions regarding the nature of the universe, but she could feel those questions creeping in. No, she thought to herself, this is Katie’s day and I will address such things at another time. Today is a day for fun and that is what it will be.

I stood there staring at my aunt, still with my hands resting on my hips as I watched the concern come across my aunt’s face. But as soon as the concern showed, it just as quickly vanished and I felt at ease. I knew this was a new thing for both of us, but my Aunt would always do what was best for me, no matter what.

“How do they feel,” my aunt asked me. “Does it feel like it fits correctly.”

“It feels wonderful,” I replied with a smile.

“You look wonderful.”

I tilted my head back and laughed out loud. A good, open mouth full belly laugh that hadn’t been heard for quite some time. A laugh that said this was a Christmas that was being fully enjoyed.

A smile returned to my Aunt’s face. “You know what, Katie?”

“No what,” I said as the feeling of joy once again filled the air.

“While you were walking to the window I think I heard Santa sneak back in the living room and maybe he left you something.”

“He did?” I said with wide eyes excitement. When I had woke up that morning I had hoped that I would receive a ColecoVision, but now I hoped Santa left something for Katie.

“Why don’t you go and see,” my Aunt instructed.

I took my Aunt’s hand, something I hadn’t done in quite some years. “Let’s go see together,” I said, wanting to share in the joy.

My aunt enjoyed seeing this side of me and we walked hand in hand to the living room It felt strangely familiar to be holding onto her hand, something I had given up when I thought I was my ‘own man.’ Holding onto her hand as we walked gave me a certain sense of security that I often felt lacking but didn’t know that is what I was feeling.

The living room sat just off of the kitchen so it didn’t take long for me and my aunt to make it there. Just as soon as we passed my Aunt’s over-sized easy chair I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked at what was on the couch.

A maroon party dress sat laid out on the couch. Its fluffy shoulder’s and long skirt made it look as if it was designed for a princess and the fact that it was for me was far beyond my wildest dreams. Around the center was a large white bow that had little pictures of candy canes that matched my tights spoke that this dress was designed for the holiday. The bow also did a fabulous job of separating the top of the dress from the skirt. Along the chest of the dress were tiny embroidered roses in neat rows going from left to right.

My mouth hung open as I took my hand from my aunt’s and cautiously made my way to the garment. I gently touched it, as if I were touching a fragile baby animal that might disintegrate in my hands. The material felt so soft, so divine that I wondered if anything could ever feel better. I closed my eyes as my hand went along the skirt of the dress, I could feel ruffles just underneath and, even though I didn’t quite understand their purpose, I knew that they were equally as wonderful as the rest of the dress.

“Is this for me, Aunt Roe?” I said in awe as I picked up the dress and rubbed the soft velvet material against my cheek.

“It certainly is,” my Aunt replied, evidently pleased with herself. “There is nothing too good for my Little Katie.”

“Thank you Aunt Roe,” I said as a tear of joy drifted down my cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sweety. Let’s try it on.”

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I didn’t have to verbalize my answer; my aunt could already tell how much I wanted to wear the dress. I daintily picked up the garment and handed it over. Though I knew the dress was wonderful, I was not yet proficient at being a girl enough to figure how to get it on and I didn’t want to ruin a thing.

My aunt casually unzipped the dress from the back, something that I wouldn’t have thought to do. Knowing me I would’ve tried to step in the dress and pulled it up, probably causing irreparable damage in the process.

“Now up with those arms, little miss,” my aunt commanded.

There was no delay in honoring the request. Though as good as the dress looked, it promised to feel even better once it got on my young body. There was a sense of anticipation at being dressed that I had never felt before and I loved every agonizing second of it.

My aunt slowly lowered the dress over my body, guiding my arms through the puffy sleeves of the dress and then allowing it to sit firmly on my shoulders. The velvet material felt wonderful against my skin as my aunt worked the skirt down to just below my knees. I stood there in awe as my aunt gently spun me so my back faced her. The skirt swooshed about my thighs and as the ruffles settled about me I suddenly knew how wonderful wearing some clothes can be. As my aunt zipped up the dress from the back I knew there would be no getting out of the garment without some help. An odd sensation suddenly gripped me; I didn’t feel like I was trapped in the dress, I actually felt that I was finally free. I wouldn’t have been able to explain it back then, and still have trouble with it now, but that was the first time I felt like I was myself.

As my Aunt smoothed and primped, I came to terms with exactly how wonderful this day was turning out to be. The dress was a perfect fit; a tailor wouldn’t have been able to get it any better if he tried. Though my favorite color was purple, maroon was quickly becoming a close second.

My aunt stared at her handiwork and marveled with how completely convincing I looked as a little girl. The thing that took her off guard was not how my hair turned out, and not how fabulous the dress looked on my small frame, but that there was an aura about me of sweetness and kindness and a dozen other adjectives people would use to describe a little girl. She wasn’t prepared for how completely I would look like a little girl, but she certainly seemed pleased with herself.

“One last thing to finish you off,” my aunt said as she grabbed a pair of shoes that were on the other end of the couch that I had somehow overlooked completely.

I looked at the maroon Mary-Jane’s that matched the dress perfectly. They certainly looked different than the tennis shoes that I normally wore. The shiny shoes looked so good that I couldn’t wait to experience what they felt to wear. Instead of plopping down on the couch as was my normal custom, I reached behind me, carefully pulled the skirt of the dress into my thighs and then daintily sat down so I wouldn’t make a mess of things.

My aunt smiled as she put the shoes on my feet. She latched them so they would be just tight enough to stay on my feet, but she certainly didn’t cut any circulation off. “All set, Katie,” she said as she latched the second shoe. “Stand up and let me see.”

I stood up in front of my aunt. I felt as if I was on display and I actually enjoyed the feeling. I did a slow twirl, letting the skirt and the ruffles poof about my legs. I don’t know what felt my wonderful, the feeling of the dress fluttering about me or what I was actually feeling on the inside. “How do I look?” I said as I came to a stop.

“How about you look for yourself,” my aunt said as she walked me over to a full length mirror that was on the sliding door of the closet.

I stood before the mirror and I suddenly stopped all movement. Not even my eyes blinked as I stared at the reflection. Part of me was expecting to see a silly little boy wearing a dress and I would’ve been just fine with that. But I didn’t see a little boy; I didn’t see any part of Keith at all. It was like I wasn’t looking at a mirror at all, but instead was looking through a window. I was looking through a window and I was seeing a very pretty girl who was looking back out at me. I slowly lifted my hand and waved at the little girl across from me. She waved back. I tilted my head to the side so I could take a look at her hair, which had a style I had seen on many girls before; she tilted her head along with me. I looked at her delicate arms as they came from the dress, they were long and slender, like her legs, but seemed to belong. I lifted my hand and reached out for the girl, she in turn reached out towards me. When my hand hit the cool glass of the mirror and knew both me and the little girl were one. “Is that really me?” I asked my aunt in whispered awe.

“It most certainly is,” my aunt said as she appeared behind me in the reflection, the look of shock and contentment in her face matched exactly what I was feeling.

“But I’m pretty,” I said as I finally closed my mouth and faintly smiled at my reflection.

“I have to agree with you there,” my Aunt said as she put her hand on my shoulder. “You are absolutely correct.”

“Wow,” I said and then turned away.

“Wow indeed,” my aunt said as she made her way to her easy chair. “Let’s rest up a little bit before getting on with the rest of the day.”

I knew my aunt was speaking strictly for herself, but after getting me ready for the day I certainly wasn’t going to deny her a breather. I waited as she eased herself into the chair, the smile never did come off of her face.

As soon as my aunt was settled in her chair, I cautiously climbed into her lap. As she leaned back in the recliner I rested my head against her large bosom.

My aunt tenderly caressed my hair as I intently listened to her heartbeat. “Merry Christmas,” she said softly.

I did my best to give her a hug as a feeling of peace rushed over me. “Merry Christmas, Aunt Roe. I love you.”

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Author note: This is so different than what I normally do that I hope it is coming out okay. I was actually doing very well at writing this until i got to the last line and had to have myself a good cry. Though I am trying to keep this light for everyone, some parts cause me some emotional turmoil. But I will carry on.

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